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arcticdementor · 17 hours ago

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A few key points:

The first is that progressives genuinely don't seem to understand how non-progressives interpret the weird shit they say, and they especially don't seem to understand how people interpret the combination of weird things they say.

At least some of this is down to being in ideological "bubbles," which in turn are at least partially due to having had so much institutional and cultural dominance. ("What's water?" asks the fish.)

They threatened people... somehow without realizing that they threatened people. From their perspective, suddenly a lot of people got very angry, either without explanation, or because they are "selfishly trying to protect their advantage."

This is the bit that really stood out to me on reading this. Part of it connects to my "teacher" analogy, and is partially a product of people who've spent too much time in classrooms, and not enough outside them; people whose experience of the world is 'Teacher tells you the Correct Opinions and you repeat them back, and your grades, and thus success and position, are determined by how quickly and thoroughly you absorb and repeat them.' And then you leave school, and are no longer one of the students… and then you meet someone who clearly doesn't yet know the Correct Opinions… well, that makes you Teacher, doesn't it? And thus, your job is to highlight their many errors in red pen, so they know what they need to fix and learn, no?

And when a teacher tells her student that his work needs to improve, or else she's going to have to give him an 'F,' she's not really threatening him, isn't he? And the student obviously isn't supposed to just get mad at her for "threatening" to flunk him and lash out at her, he's supposed to hit the books, study more, and do better, right?

But beyond this, there was another model that came to mind, that perhaps fits even better, which comes back to the good old Puritan Hypothesis.

Consider a Johnathan Edwards-style Puritan preacher. He spends hours at the pulpit haranguing his parishioners, denouncing them for their manifold sins, and threatening them near-ceaselessly with hellfire and damnation. Did those parishioners get mad at him for threatening them and start arguing? No, quite the opposite:

[B]efore the sermon was done there was a great moaning and crying out through the whole house — "What shall I do to be saved?" "Oh, I am going to hell!" "Oh what shall I do for a Christ?" and so forth — so that the minister was obliged to desist. [The] shrieks and cries were piercing and amazing. After some time of waiting, the congregation were still, so that a prayer was made by Mr. Wheelock, and after that we descended from the pulpit and discoursed with the people, some in one place and some in another. And amazing and astonishing: the power [of] God was seen and several souls were hopefully wrought upon that night, and oh the cheerfulness and pleasantness of their countenances that received comfort. Oh that God would strengthen and confirm [their new faith]! We sang a hymn and prayed, and dispersed the assembly.

That's the intended effect: when threatened, you're supposed to repent your wicked ways.

And imagine, if when that preacher is listing the sins of his flock, and the invoking the eternal fire they deserve to be cast into because of them, a couple of parishioners jump to their feet, enraged, and began haranguing him back, lashing out at him for daring to condemn their fornication, their sloth, their avarice, whatever… then the preacher would be quite shocked, yes? Would anyone in the church expect this outcome? And what else can the preacher take as the motivation for this, except that these sinners are "trying to protect their sins"?

Indeed, this behavior is not that of a member of the church… it's that of an unbeliever. It is the behavior of an outright heathen. And historically, what happens when the missionaries of universalizing, evangelizing religions with strong institutions — including state institutions — at their back meet such? What happens when the heathens resist conversion. Because (as we can see, for example, in the spread of Christianity into "pagan" Europe) it's one thing when someone is an unbeliever because they certainly haven't heard the Good News yet; those people just need to be evangelized and educated, after which they'll see the light. It's another thing if, after they've been repeatedly sermonized and informed of the One True Faith, and they knowingly and willingly reject it, and stop listening to the sermons; perhaps even try to stop the missionary from continuing to preach it. Because that's where sword and fire come in.

Because "universal human rights" are universal. If you have the Objectively Correct Morality that applies to all people and all places, then aren't you obligated to enforce it on all people everywhere? "An injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere," and so on.

Pascal-Emmanuel Gobry was on Auron MacIntyre's show recently, and at one point, to explain why federalism is dead, recounts an anecdote about a time he met Chris Hayes:

I had this conversation with him, and I said, well, look, why don't we do this, like, y'know, New York and California get to be super-communist, and in exchange, Texas and — well, back then Florida was a purple state — but Texas and Alabama get to… whatever. And I will never forget his response. He said no, because it would mean that somewhere, someone in America would get paid less than minimum wage.

(Emphasis added.)

That "So all we can do is try to crush them" bit in the screenshot is a crusader for the One True Faith coming to grips with the reality of unrepentant heathens whom no number of sermons will convert. Because indeed: "What other options are there?" As Auron said in response to the above:

Right, he needs to conquer the world. His only solution is to conquer everybody and rule them.

Nobody anywhere has the right to violate Universal Human Rights. There are no exceptions or escape from Objectively Correct Morality. (Consider what the Torah says about peoples who refuse to obey the Noahide laws, and what is to be done about them.) You're not allowed to reject the One True Faith. There is no right to be "a -phobe or an -ist."

Error has no rights.

They don't seem to understand that anyone is or was trying to negotiate with them.

Because they don't see it as a negotiation. One does not "negotiate" with the tenets of the One True Faith — that's pretty much the definition of "non-negotiable." Nor, to go to the other analogy, does a teacher "negotiate" with their students as to the curriculum, and to which test answers are correct. We all should know by now that when certain kinds of people say that "we need to have a discussion" on a topic, what they mean is that they get to lecture you, and you're supposed to shut up and listen. This isn't a negotiation, this is Teacher educating you, the student, in what the Correct Answers are. This is the Experts telling all the ignorant non-experts how it's going to be. They are Officially Correct, and if you disagree, then you're the problem that needs to be fixed.

I've made a comparison to the strategies of "woke Hollywood" recently elsewhere, in that it's 'if our customers don't like and aren't buying what we're selling them, then it's they who are the problem, not our product, and we'll lecture them and call them bigots until they shape up.' Blame your audience. You don't need to change, they do.

In the recent back-and-forth reaction-to-reaction-videos over on YouTube between Shoe0nHead and a bunch of other lefties, she more than once made comments about how you blame poor election results on the party, not voters; parties are not owed people's votes, they have to earn them. To which various others all replied, no, if people don't like Democrat candidates or policies… don't blame the party, blame the voters. The party doesn't need to change its platform to suit the voters, the voters need to be changed to suit the party. One even admitted that the current Democratic party is offering nothing to many demographics… only to argue that it's still their obligation to "vote blue no matter who" anyway. The Democratic party is entitled to your vote, and if you fail to perform that duty, then you're the problem, and in need of correction. (Plus, quite a lot about how Corey Comperatore totally deserved to die, because "he was probably a bigot," or "He was at a Hit— a Trump rally" and "a Trump supporter getting shot at a Trump rally is like a Nazi getting shot at a Nazi rally," and so on.)

You don't change your Objectively Correct policies — that are really just basic human decency — to cater to the idiots, the misinformed, and the evil. You explain to the first two groups, and you deal with the third as forcefully as is necessary.

The Democratic base are incredibly loyal, and will routinely defend each element of the combination of positions the Democrats take, either directly, or through denial, or deflection, and so on. They'll defend these positions as though they came from an actual guy.

I'd say more so, even. Because "an actual guy" is a flawed human being, with all his foibles, prejudices, self-interest, and so on. As I've discussed here before, a core element of liberalism, classical or otherwise, is that "an actual guy" cannot be trusted with power or leadership; you have to replace his flawed, corruptible human judgement with rules, with an impersonal algorithm. Procedure is better than people, and so a "combination of positions" that occurs through collectively implementing procedures must be superior to one that "came from an actual guy."

This creates the illusion that there is someone in charge of the Democratic coalition, and that his long-term strategic vision is highly authoritarian. The shadow of an absent leader looks way scarier than an actual leader would be.

But here, I'd argue it's scarier for a reason, because as the procedures and algorithms grow… well, I've made analogy to Searle's Chinese Room before. There is something in the room that "understands" Chinese well enough to answer questions in it; only it's not the man, it's the rulebook he's following. If everyone in the coalition is just blindly following procedures and incentives, the incentives having themselves been put in place by following other procedures, and the procedures increasingly created by committees following their own procedures…

…well, on some level, there may well be an actual leader pushing a highly authoritarian vision, only they're, as Benjamin Boyce put it, a distributed non-human intelligence. A (crude) machine mind running on massively-parallel carbon-based hardware.

Thus the current administration's strategy, which could be described as "a financial strategic bombing campaign." It's assumed that moral appeals won't work (because they already didn't), only that "imposing consequences" will work.

Are they wrong?

Of course, since they are attempting to negotiate with someone who doesn't exist, then the damage they cause can't force this asshole to come to the negotiating table; it can only, at most, reduce left-wing organizing power.

You say that as if that latter isn't itself a good thing to pursue, particularly if they can keep it up long term. Indeed, while you might not like such an outcome, I'd be pretty satisfied with grinding left-wing organizing power down to epsilon.

This suggests that the high-conflict equilibrium will continue until an actual leader comes about on the left side, who can negotiate and credibly enforce a new binding agreement.

Or until the above reduction in left-wing organizing power renders the left side so weak, the right no longer has any reason to bother negotiating with it, even if an actual leader emerges.

Honestly the other thing I've gotten from reading the Library of America stuff on slavery and Jim Crow is the extent to which the racist is terrified that someday *he* might be treated like he treats his slaves.

The rhetoric of slave-holders is full of wounded anger that anybody would trample on their freedoms. Racist mobs would rampage through black neighborhoods, and the ostensible spark was that the blacks were about to rebel.

And what is truly remarkable to me is that people can so directly refuse the golden rule, they can become incensed and terrified at the thought that someone else might treat them like they treat others.

And also, in the American case, it really is directly a fear that whites might be treated like blacks were and are.

There's a feverish fear of anti-white racism (and resentment, always resentment) in Republican circles right now, and, like, look, anybody can be racist against anybody else, but the Vice President stepped in to make sure that Marko Elez didn't resign from DOGE after it came out that Elez had posted things like "I was racist before it was cool" and "Normalize Indian Hate" and "You couldn't pay me to marry outside my ethnicity"

The same people who are certain that every diversity statement is coded anti-white race hatred will argue, with a straight face, "Look, you can't assume someone is racist just because they openly call themselves a racist"

A tremendous fear of anti-white race hatred can live side by side with a complete endorsement, or at the very least an utter apathy towards racism aimed outwards at others.

It's a sick, frightening dynamic. It's no way to live.

#long reply #effortposting

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incorrect-green-lantern-quotes · 3 days ago

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In the early days of the Justice League, Black Canary and Superman often tried to get the team together for more casual purposes than fighting alien invasions. It took quite a bit of wrangling to get even a few of the world's finest together, since each was often busy with their own individual adventures, and were spread out across multiple time zones.

The opportunity to gather the whole team came in the form of a fight with Intergang that had been serious enough to require the full League's attention. After the cleanup, Dinah floated the idea of getting dinner and relaxing in the Mt. Justice lounge, a suggestion that the tired and hungry superheroes enthusiastically agreed to.

Whatever initial awkwardness that still existed between the members of the Justice League was finally dispelled by watching Clark thoroughly lose an impromptu pizza-eating contest (he underestimated a speedster's accelerated metabolism). Barry's face went as red as his suit as his colleagues cheered and a glowing green crown appeared above his head.

Waving away the hard-light construct, Barry asked, "Say Hal, how come you only make simple stuff like boxing gloves and baseball bats with your ring? Didn't you say it can make anything you imagine?"

"Oh that's easy- GL's a simple man, and his imagination struggles with anything more complex than his childhood toys!" Ollie said before Hal could answer, then ducked under the construct hand that swatted at where his head had been. "You're only proving my point!"

"It's not as easy as it looks." Hal protested as the other heroes burst into laughter. "Especially when in a life-or-death situation. In those moments, you fall back on the things you're most familiar with."

"Which in your case is sports equipment? I thought you were a test pilot, not a gym teacher!"

"Jets are complex machines, miracles of modern engineering! And I make lots of airplane constructs." Hal sputtered, then grinned. "But if you're so sure you can do better..."

He held out his hand, and the green ring on his middle finger slid off and hovered in the air between the heroes. "Be my guest."

For a moment, none of them moved. Then Ollie cracked his knuckles and plucked the ring out of the air, sliding it onto his finger. "I already wear the 'Green' better, maybe I'll take the 'Lantern' part too."

Hal said nothing, his grin growing even wider as Ollie thrust out his fist... and all that happened was the power ring glowing a little brighter.

"Having performance issues, darling?" Dinah giggled.

"Laugh it up." Ollie grunted, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. The ring's light grew brighter, and a shining arrow shot out from it, embedding itself in the wall before fizzling out. "Ha!"

"Well, you're certainly living up to your name." Barry laughed. "Mind if I try?"

"Be my guest." Hal shrugged.

Barry's attempt was immediately more dramatic, as crackles of emerald lightning flickered around the ring... but nothing more than that. He shook his head ruefully as he took it off. "Whew, feels like I ran a marathon. Is there any pizza left?"

Clark fared little better, only managing to form a holographic duplicate of his symbol over his chest and hold it for a few seconds before letting it dissipate. "This really is a lot harder than it seems."

Dinah on the other hand, opted to try a different power, rising several feet off the floor before abruptly falling with a yelp (fortunately everyone present was quite practiced at catching people). "I always wondered what it felt like to fly," she confessed. "But it's so much harder to maintain concentration when you're worried about falling."

The near-disaster left them all a little subdued, but that was quickly replaced by astonishment when Diana created a construct lasso that was the mirror green image of the one on her hip. She twirled it experimentally, then tossed the loop around Hal and pulled it tight, trapping his arms at his sides.

Even when Dinah had fallen, Hal's cocky smile had only slipped for a moment. Now however, he looked absolutely flabbergasted. Still, he managed to quip, "Is this lasso as good as the real thing?"

"Are you feeling particularly truthful?" Diana lifted an eyebrow. "Is imagination truly the only factor in wielding this ring?"

"Nope!" Hal spread his arms, snapping the construct lasso like it was yarn. "To the second question, specifically. The ring can do whatever you can imagine, but it takes willpower to maintain the constructs."

He snapped his fingers and the power ring flew off of Diana's hand and back to its owner. "And I just have more willpower than all of you."

This proclamation was met with veritable hail of bottle caps, pizza crusts, and paper plates from Barry, Ollie, and Dinah, who made their opinion very clear:

"That's a load of crap! You don't even have enough willpower to eat a bowl of chili without a gallon of milk!"

"Boooo!"

"Say that again while holding the real Lasso of Truth!"

"Ollie your chili is a freakin' war crime!" The debris bounced off of Hal's hastily constructed shield as he shouted back at his friends. He then turned to the only member of the Justice League who hadn't tried on the ring yet. "How 'bout you, Spooky? You wanna have a go?"

Bruce merely smirked. "No thanks. Green's not my color."

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janeyseymour · 8 hours ago

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Two Roads Diverged In A Wood

summary: a great valentines day prompt for @jeridandridge

WC: ~2.25

When Melissa broke up with Gary, you couldn’t necessarily state that you were shocked. Were you happy this might mean that you could have your shot with the gorgeous redhead? Perhaps. Did you enjoy seeing the shift in her attitude since very publicly rejecting his proposal of marriage? No. It was quite clear to you that the second grade teacher was miserable. Did she regret her decision? Not in the slightest. Did that make it any easier on her heart? No.

“For what it’s worth,” you lean in and tell her softly. “I think you did the right thing following your heart.”

“Thanks,” Melissa sighs, lips quirked to one side. “Doesn’t make it any easier.”

“I know,” you pat her arm affectionately.

“I gotta pay for the vending machine now too,” the second grade teacher grumbles. “You know how much I was saving not having to pay?”

You can’t help but laugh at that question. Melissa Schemmenti could quite possibly be the only person who would think about something as trivial as paying for her snacks and iced tea after going through a breakup.

“Probably a lot,” you chuckle.

“My body is used to having at least two iced teas a day now,” the redhead rolls her eyes. “I can’t afford that.”

When there’s an iced tea sitting on her desk for the next two weeks when she gets in, she just smiles softly to herself and thanks you quietly once she enters the staff lounge.

As it would be, breaking up with somebody you’ve been in a relationship with for a few years sucks. It sucks even more when Melissa remembers that Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. The redhead is only reminded of this when everyone is talking about what they’re doing for the holiday.

“Melissa, you’re always more than welcome to join Gerald and me,” Barbara offers kindly, although she knows Melissa won’t take her up on it.

“I ain’t crashin’ your Valentines,” the second grade teacher quips. “I’ll do a lot of things, but I ain’t doin’ that.”

“You always know that you’re able to,” Barb tells her best friend.

“I… uh, I don’t have any plans other than to paint and watch television if you just wanted to come over and veg out with me,” you offer quietly.

“That’d be really nice,” Melissa says softly, and she nudges you gently as a thank you.

Once lunch is over, Barbara practically swarms her work wife. “You’re really going to go over to Y/N’s?”

The redhead shrugs. “I think it’ll be a nice reprieve from all of the hectic-ness of Valentine’s Day, especially this year.”

“You think that’s a smart idea? To go over to her house when she’s part of the reason you broke it off with Gary in the first place?”

Melissa bites her lip nervously, but she doesn’t say anything. Again, she just looks to her friend and gives half a shrug in response.

Valentine’s Day, as it always is, is chaotic as ever. The Abbott crew just barely manages to avoid another Halloween candy fiasco again. You send the sugar-high children off to reign hell on the streets or with their parents with a relieved sigh. Over lunch, you had told your redheaded guest she could head over anytime after 5. And now that you’re leaving, you figure that maybe you should stop by the store to make this significantly more difficult holiday easier to bear for the second grade teacher.

It’s not the most difficult thing in the world to shop for Melissa. You know she prefers red wine, so you grab a bottle of that. Flowers are easy- she likes anything pink, red, or white. You grab a bouquet of roses dotted with a few baby’s breath and hope that she likes them. Chocolate is always a hit with anyone. You do opt for some of the nicer chocolate and grab a pack of strawberries. Maybe the two of you can decorate some together. With a sigh, you throw a bag of white chocolate chips into the basket. If that doesn’t seem like the right move though, you do place a container of tiramisu in your cart as well. As for dinner, you had told her that you were planning on just ordering takeout, and you stick to your word.

By the time you get home and haul your groceries into the house, the clock is reading 4:50. Ready to be out of your work attire, you tell yourself you’ll put everything away while you’re waiting for the redhead. A few moments later, you’re descending back down the steps and into the kitchen with your pink sweatpants on and a comfortable hoodie. Sliding your slippers on as you go, you go about putting everything away. You’re interrupted a few minutes later to the doorbell ringing, and your phone going off with a text to let you know that Melissa had arrived.

“It’s open!” you call as you finish putting everything away. No sooner do you hear the front door open, and your colleague is kicking off her shoes at the front door. “Kitchen!”

Footsteps approach, and when you turn with the flowers that you had bought for the woman, Melissa smiles softly.

“Those are gorgeous. Who got you those?”

“They’re for you, dumb ass,” you smirk as you hand them over. “Happy Valentine’s Day.” 5She instinctively smells them, the smile on her face only getting sweeter.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Melissa whispers, although you can tell the small act practically made her day.

“I didn’t,” you chuckle. “Now, what do you want to order for dinner?”

Once the two of you have finally decided on dinner (it ends up just being Chinese takeout), you reach for the wine glasses and the bottle of wine that you picked up for the occasion.

“You don’t like this wine,” Melissa notes softly as she watches you expertly open her preferred drink and pour her a serving.

“I don’t,” you chuckle. Then you reach for the cabinet again and pull out your own glass of wine. “But you do, so…”

“Did you pick up this bottle specifically for me?”

You shrug with a smile and lead the redhead to the couch. On the table, there are a few different canvases for the two of you to pick from, different brushes, paints, and old takeout containers filled with water.

“You paint?” the second grade teacher raises a brow.

A bit shy, you point to the elegant landscape above your television. “I painted that.”

Green eyes widen and turn to you with shock. “So what the hell are you doing being a teacher?”

“It’s just a hobby of mine,” you chuckle. “All for fun.”

“Well, I sure as hell can’t paint like that,” the redhead looks to you.

And as supportive as ever, you just give her an encouraging smile. “That’s the great thing about art and painting. It doesn’t have to look like that. As long as you, or someone who is lucky enough to see it, feels something when they look at it, it’s art.”

“You would say something like that,” Melissa rolls her eyes playfully. “And mean it so earnestly too.”

You just continue to smile as you pick up a brush. You silently push your coworker to pick up her own brush, which she does.

“What are you planning on painting?” Melissa asks you.

“I don’t have much in my kitchen, so I’m thinking just some little canvases to hang… think silly home goods sayings,” you chuckle. And with that, you reach for a canvas, reach for a bottle of paint, and get to work.

You only work for a few minutes on one canvas, painting cow-like spots in pinks and browns on it, before moving to another and doing the same to another canvas. And while you’re waiting for your work to dry, you see that Melissa is simply watching you.

“I thought we were doing this together,” you note as you reach for your wine glass and take a sip.

Red hair swishes from one side to the other. “I- the way you work is… wow. I could never do that.”

Your brow furrows. “What do you mean?”

“So freely… in silence.”

If silence is the issue, you can sure as hell fix that. “I’ll be right back.”

You miss the way those striking green eyes are trained on your ass. But you’re back in a few seconds with a guitar in one hand and a ukulele in another. Perfectly drawn on brows lift.

You don’t give her a verbal answer, only sit down, silently instruct her to pick up her brush again, and begin to play a soft tune on the guitar. Your voice begins to lay over the instruments beautifully, and after a few minutes, Melissa’s canvas is covered in beauty- that’s the only way you can describe it. You set your instrument down with a satisfied smile.

“See? You just needed some inspiration. That’s beautiful,” you compliment quietly.

Your colleague rolls her eyes. “It’s a bunch of colors.”

“But you felt something while I was singing, right?” you ask. “You were moved and let it all flow through you?”

The redhead glances down at her canvas. And it looks… she’s somewhat impressed with how nicely she blended the colors. “Yeah. But now I don’t know what to do.”

It’s then that the doorbell rings, and your dinner has arrived. The meal is pleasant, conversation flowing easily between the two of you. It also gives you a chance to let your partially finished painting dry.

Once you’re finished cleaning up your takeout containers, you smile at the redhead and pour her a bit more wine. Then you pick up your paint brush.

“You’re adding more?” she asks.

“Just the last few details,” you chuckle softly. On one canvas, you paint a few vines before pulling out your sharpie and writing “Love Grows Here” in your loopy script. On the other, you paint a simple line art espresso cup before writing “I like you a latte” underneath of it. You set the two pieces of art down with a satisfied look on your face.

“How?” Melissa asks simply. “How do you just… know how to do that?”

You shrug before looking at her canvas. “What are you going to add to yours?”

“I- I don’t really know,” she admits.

You give it another glance before suggesting softly, “Maybe you could add a few little vines and flowers and write a quote on that underneath.”

Those full lips quirk to the side in thought before it’s clear that an idea strikes her. The woman picks up a brush and gestures for you to pick up your guitar again. You oblige her request, although you’re a bit confused. And then you begin.

By the time you’re finished the first song, Melissa’s tongue is poking out of the side of her mouth in concentration as she paints… two paths?

“I’m just going to start getting dessert ready,” you promise her as you set your instrument down.

You’re able to heat up the chocolates that you bought earlier, bring out the strawberries, and carry them on a tray out to the coffee table when you see that Melissa has now picked up the sharpie and is writing a quote in the middle of her canvas.

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by. And that has made all the difference.-Robert Frost

“Frost?” you ask softly as she finishes crossing the ’t’.

Two shoulders shrug up and down. “I always liked that poem.” Then her eyes catch a glance at what you’ve brought into the room. “Chocolate covered strawberries?”

“They are,” you laugh. “But I figured it might be fun to be able to decorate them, or at least dip them in ourselves while we watch a movie or something.”

Green eyes light up as you settle in next to her.

The both of you end up eating your fair share of dessert before relaxing into the couch together. The way that the cushions lay, you’re sitting quite close to each other. Your hip is practically on the edge of her thigh. The blush creeps into your cheeks quickly.

You sit there quietly, as does she. The movie plays softly until you feel a soft cheek rest itself on your shoulder. When you look down, you expect the redhead to be asleep, or at least dozing. But she isn’t. She’s fully coherent and watching the movie with full attention. You can’t help but smile to yourself, your cheeks feeling ever so slightly warm.

“You good?”

“Just… relaxing,” Melissa mumbles into your shoulder. “And you’re warm.”

You can’t help the soft chuckle that falls off your lips as you wrap an arm around her and pull her closer. After a few minutes, you feel an arm delicate drape itself over your waist.

Melissa would never admit it, but this is the first time she’s been held in a long time- longer than she would’ve expected, with the feeling of being safe. Her guard is down, and she has not a care in the world as the movie quietly drones on around the two of you.

At some point, the two of you must fall asleep because the next thing you remember is glancing at the clock and it being two in the morning.

“Lis,” you mumble as you shake her shoulder gently.

Her eyes peel open, and she looks enraged at being woken up before she realizes she’s still with you- she’s still in your arms. “Hey. Sorry I fell asleep.”

You smile. “Nothing to apologize for,” you whisper. “I fell asleep too.”

“Well, I guess I should get out of your hair,” Melissa mutters as she tries to disentangle herself from you. But you keep your hold on her.

“Just stay the night. It’s two in the morning, and I don’t want you out there this late.” Yeah… that’s why you want her to stay the night; it definitely isn’t because she’s warm and loving and…

“Okay.”

And so, the two of you stumble your way up the steps for the night, falling onto the bed unceremoniously as the exhaustion truly seeps its way into your bones. Her head rests in the crook of you neck as the two of you fall asleep tangled together for the first time. You can only hope that it won’t be the last time. Maybe, by next Valentine’s Day, you’ll actually be a couple- not just two coworkers with lonely souls longing for each other.

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abbottfansstuff · 2 days ago

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“Seduced by the Game"

Author's Note: I had the idea of this prompt in my head. I was thinking of adding this to "Something Real," but it just did not belong. It turned into a story of its own.

The teacher’s lounge at Abbott Elementary was filled with the usual clink of coffee mugs, the hum of gossip, and the sporadic laughter of faculty bonding over shared chaos. You sat at your usual corner, sipping coffee, content in your little bubble of peace. However, today, something felt a little different.

“Alright, alright,” Ava said loudly, her voice cutting through the chatter. She leaned against the counter, gesturing for attention. “We’re doing this. Who is undoubtedly the best seducer in this room?”

Without hesitation, Mr. Johnson cleared his throat. “Melissa, obviously. There’s no contest.”

A chorus of agreement rippled through the room, from Janine to Barbara. You raised an eyebrow but remained silent, enjoying the spectacle. Melissa sat back, her typical confident smirk playing on her lips.

"Y'know, I am quite the charmer," Melissa said with a wink. "I could get anyone to bend to my will."

“Everyone but Y/N, apparently,” Ava chimed in with a knowing smile.

The table fell quiet, and all eyes turned to you. You just shrugged, your expression cool and unaffected. “I’m just not easily impressed.”

There was a beat of silence, and then a slow grin spread across Melissa’s face. “Really? Not easily impressed, huh?” she mused.

Ava practically jumped in her seat. “Ooooh!” She pulled up a chair, ready for the show to begin. “This is gonna be good.”

You couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at the corners of your lips. “Schemmenti, I think you’ve been overhyped. But, by all means, do try to impress me.”

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A few days after that conversation, Melissa decided to make her first real move. It was lunchtime, and you had just finished organizing some worksheets in your classroom when she strolled in unannounced, leaning casually against the doorframe like she had all the time in the world.

"Hey there, teach," she drawled, her voice smooth like honey.

You glanced up, unimpressed. "Melissa."

She stepped further inside, her eyes scanning the room before landing on you. "You ever had a real Philly cheesesteak? I mean a real one—not that sad excuse they sell to tourists."

You arched an eyebrow, mildly amused. "And let me guess, you're offering to introduce me to the best one in town?"

Melissa grinned, pushing off the doorframe and taking a slow step closer. "You got it. Best steak, best company—what more could you want?"

You leaned back in your chair, folding your arms. "Melissa, are you seriously using food as a seduction tactic?"

"Hey, don’t knock it till you try it." She smirked, cocking her head slightly. "I’m a woman of many talents, but feeding people? That’s my love language."

You pretended to consider it for a moment before shaking your head. "Tempting, but no. You'll have to try harder than that."

Melissa let out a scoff, clearly not used to being turned down so easily. She narrowed her eyes at you, lips curving into a new kind of smirk—one that promised she wasn’t giving up anytime soon.

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A few days later, Melissa tried a different approach. The two of you were the last ones left in the teacher's lounge after a long day. You were flipping through some student reports when she casually sat on the couch across from you, stretching out her legs in a way that conveniently brushed against yours.

You barely reacted.

Melissa, undeterred, leaned in slightly, resting her chin on her hand. "You work too hard."

You hummed, still reading. "Comes with the job."

"Yeah, but you gotta relax sometime," she mused, then, as if it were an afterthought, reached out and gently trailed her fingers along your forearm. "You know, let someone else take care of you for a change. A little massage.. something," she said while touching your leg with hers.

You finally looked up, and for a brief second, you saw the flicker of confidence in her green eyes. She thought she had you.

Instead, you smirked. "Melissa, was that supposed to be a move?"

Melissa blinked, clearly not expecting that reaction. "What? No, I was just—"

"Because if it was, I've gotta say…I've seen better," you teased, leaning back in your chair.

Melissa opened and closed her mouth, momentarily speechless, before she let out a gruff chuckle, shaking her head. "You are unbelievable."

You simply shrugged. "Told you I’m not easily impressed."

You grinned, enjoying this game far more than you should. "Better luck next time, Schemmenti."

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It was a Thursday morning, and the Abbott Elementary hallways were buzzing with students dragging their feet to class and teachers clutching their coffee like lifelines. You were at your desk, grading papers before the first bell when an unexpected silence rippled through the hallway.

You looked up just as Janine practically tripped into your classroom.

“Have you seen Melissa today?” she whispered as if saying it too loud would set off some sort of explosion.

You blinked. “Uh… no?”

Janine let out a breath and shook her head, “Just… brace yourself.”

Not even a second later, Melissa strutted in—except this wasn’t the usual button-down-and-blazer Melissa. This was something else entirely.

She was wearing a deep emerald green dress that was form-fitting and stylish. The neckline was just enough to make a statement but not enough to violate the dress code. Her hair was styled to perfection, with red waves cascading over one shoulder. Her makeup was subtly done, but the bold red lipstick was the finishing touch.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

“Morning,” she said smoothly, leaning against your desk like she had all the time in the world.

You raised an eyebrow, doing your best not to react. “Morning, Melissa.”

She tilted her head, clearly expecting more. “No comment?”

You set your pen down, finally looking at her. “On what?”

Melissa’s green eyes narrowed slightly. “Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I put in extra effort today.”

You took a deliberately slow sip of your coffee, then met her gaze with a perfectly neutral expression. “Did you?”

Melissa scoffed, placing a hand on her hip. “Don’t tell me all of this was wasted on you,” she gestured vaguely down at herself. “This dress? The lipstick? The legs?”

You tilted your head, pretending to consider it. “It’s nice.”

Melissa blinked. “Nice?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Very professional.”

Melissa looked absolutely dumbfounded. “Professional? That’s all you’ve got?”

She stared at you, lips parting slightly as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. For the first time, Melissa Schemmenti looked visibly thrown off her game.

You leaned forward slightly, dropping your voice just enough so only she could hear. “You were expecting something else, weren’t you?”

Melissa’s jaw clenched for a fraction of a second before she let out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “Unbelievable,” she muttered.

You just shrugged, smirking to yourself as you returned to your papers. “Better luck next time.”

Melissa lingered for a moment longer before sighing dramatically and pushing off your desk. “This isn’t over,” she warned, pointing at you as she turned to leave.

Janine, still standing there with her mouth open, finally snapped out of it as Melissa strutted out. The second she was gone, Janine whirled on you. “Are you kidding me?!”

You just smiled, taking another sip of coffee. “What?”

Janine groaned. “She was gorgeous! And you just—nothing?!”

You chuckled. “I never said she wasn’t gorgeous.”

Janine gasped. “Oh my god. You’re playing her.”

You simply smiled. “Maybe.”

And with that, you turned back to your papers, already anticipating Melissa’s next attempt.

Little did you know, she was already planning it.

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It was Barbara’s birthday, and the Abbott crew decided to hit up a local bar to celebrate. Everyone was there: Ava, Janine, Melissa, Mr. Johnson, Barbara, and, of course, Y/N. The lights were dimmed, the music was blasting, and the entire crew was in high spirits, ready to blow off some steam after a long week of teaching.

You were sitting with Barbara, nursing a drink, as the others mingled and chatted. Ava was being her usual, chaotic self, practically leading the charge to the dance floor, while Janine tried to convince everyone to take a group photo. It was a typical Friday night, filled with the quirky energy only a group of teachers could bring.

But as you glanced across the room, your eyes locked with Melissa. She was standing by the bar, her presence magnetic. She was wearing a black, figure-hugging dress that stopped just above her knees, her lips painted with a bold red, and her dark hair cascading in loose waves over her shoulders. She caught your gaze, offering you a slow, teasing smile, and something in her eyes seemed to spark.

“You coming to dance?” she called out over the music, her voice smooth and seductive.

You raised an eyebrow, not quite sure whether she was serious. “Dance? I’m good here,” you said, swirling your drink.

She cocked her head as if considering you. Then, in a flash, she was at your side, standing way too close for comfort, her hand on your chair. “C’mon,” she purred, her tone dripping with mischief. “You might surprise yourself.”

Without waiting for a response, she took your hand, gently pulling you up from your seat. You couldn’t deny the spark of curiosity that flared inside you, but you weren’t going to make it easy for her.

As you followed Melissa to the dance floor, Ava caught your eye from across the room and gave you a knowing look. Barbara waved from the sidelines as if encouraging the playful banter to unfold. It felt like everyone was watching the two of you now.

Melissa led you onto the dance floor, moving to the rhythm of the music with an effortless grace. Her hips swayed with every beat, and she was all confident—exactly what you'd expect from her.

With a teasing grin, she turned to face you, sliding closer, her body just a breath away. “I’ll be honest,” she whispered, her lips dangerously close to your ear. “I was hoping this would work on you.” She pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling. “But I guess I’ll just have to try harder.”

You weren’t sure what exactly she meant by that, but the way she looked at you made your pulse quicken. You stood there for a moment, feeling that tug of chemistry building between you.

Then, before you knew it, Melissa grabbed your hand again and placed it gently on her waist, her fingers brushing the small of your back. She moved her body closer to yours, her lips curling into a playful smile.

“Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy,” she teased, swaying her hips to the beat.

You swallowed, finding it difficult to maintain your cool. The way she danced—how she kept teasing you with every move—was starting to work. And as much as you tried to hold out, you felt your resistance slipping away.

Her red lipstick was so close now, brushing against your cheek as she leaned in again, whispering, “I know you’re enjoying this.”

You fought to keep a straight face, but it was hard when Melissa looked at you like she could read every thought you had. The tension between the two of you was palpable, everyone else fading into the background as you were lost in the moment.

You took a deep breath, finally setting down your drink. “You think you’ve got me figured out, don’t you?” You pulled away slightly, your hand still on her waist but more deliberate now, your eyes locking with hers.

Melissa’s lips curved into a knowing smile. “I always do,” she said, moving a little closer.

You didn’t back down. In fact, you stepped forward, brushing your lips dangerously close to Melissa’s ear. “Well, then, let me show you something.”

Without warning, you slid their hands from Melissa’s waist to the back of her neck, pulling her in close. Your bodies were pressed together now, the heat between you undeniable. Melissa’s breath caught, a surprised, almost delighted look crossing her face. But you didn’t let up—you were in control now.

“You’ve been playing me all night, Melissa,” you whispered, voice low and seductive. “But now it’s my turn.”

Melissa’s eyes darkened with a mix of surprise and desire. She was speechless for a moment, her body frozen in place. But then, a slow grin spread across her face as she looked down at you. “Well, damn,” she said softly, her voice thick with amusement and something else, something much more sincere. “You’re good at this.”

“I learned from the best,” you teased, sliding a hand through Melissa’s hair, tugging her closer until your lips were almost touching.

Melissa couldn’t resist anymore. She closed the distance between them, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was far more than just playful—this was the moment where everything shifted. The crowd around them didn’t matter anymore.

They had both won.

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The following Monday at school, everything felt different. You and Melissa shared knowing looks whenever you crossed paths in the hallways, but the playful tension from the night out was gone. You were both comfortable, finally realizing that you had been circling around each other for too long.

In the teacher’s lounge, Ava leaned over to you, raising an eyebrow. “So… did you two finally break the ice?”

You smirked, your gaze finding Melissa across the room. “You could say that.”

Melissa caught your eye and winked, sending your heart fluttering. She walked over casually, not skipping a beat, as she joined the conversation, completely at ease.

“Break the ice?” Melissa repeated, glancing between you and Ava. “I think we just set it on fire.”

And just like that, you and Melissa knew your playful dance was only the beginning.

There was still so much more to explore.

#abbott elementary #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x you

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furioussheepluminary · 9 hours ago

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𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

Pairing: dad!chris x teacher!afab!reader, friends to lovers, nonidol!au

Synopsis: Go ahead and cry, little girl, Nobody does it like you do, I know how much it matters to you, I know that you got daddy issues, And if you were my little girl, I'd do whatever I could do, I'd run away and hide with you

Warnings: domestic fluff, angst, tears and all, references to the neighborhood, ft. 2racha, lemme know if I've missed something

A/n: the neighborhood. They did this to me. Reader isn't going to be mentioned on the story a lot...well at least in this first chapter. I swear I got carried away with this I didn't mean for it to be this long 😔 it wasn't even meant to be a chapter like story...

She wasn’t his. A constant reminder that knocked at the back of his mind.

Chris wasn’t the kind of man to complain over every small detail. Life had handed him its fair share of punches, and he’d taken his fair share without even flinching or losing the warmth in his heart. Anyone who saw him on the outside would think of him as the one that had everything good happening to him. But on the inside, the scars remained- ugly and tender. Before it all turned grey, he was actually living the life. A newlywed with a beautiful baby three months in the making. Victoria, his now ex-wife was an extravagant person and Chris knew that but she still had other loveable qualities which he doted on. Come five years down the line, and the secrets began to come to light.

Victoria had always wanted more. More money, more status, more luxury. She knew Chris had all of that so she just decided to play along with his domestic loveable fantasies. And Chris had known this about her from the start, but he had convinced himself that love would be enough. That their little circle-just him, Victoria, and their now four-year-old daughter, Mia-would be enough.

He was wrong.

It started with the late nights out, business dinners and events with people whose names Chris never recognized. Which Chris saw as karma for constantly keeping his late nights at work too but she always came back with excuses that didn’t really add up but then again, he pushed it aside, to exhausted from his own work and raising Mia to argue. Then it was her appearance. Disheveled hair, messed up make up, hickeys? Sure, he’s been lacking in being the romantic husband but he didn’t remember giving her any of those.

“Can we talk, baby?” he had tried to ask her one evening, when he put Mia to bed. They were in their shared bedroom which was beginning to feel lonelier by the week. Victoria sat at her vanity, in pristine white doing her night routine. “About?” she responded flatly.

“U-us,” he takes off his shirt and folds it neatly. “Am I not making you feel good anymore?” she paused, looked at him through the mirror and chuckled “What’s making you say that, Chris?”

“You’ve got marks. And I haven’t given you any…”

She applied cream under her eyes. “isn’t that supposed to make you feel bad?” he gave a tight-lipped expression “Baby,” he walked over to her. “I-I know I haven’t been as romantic as I was before and that’s on me. But it’s making me feel uncomfortable that I’m seeing this and that it wasn’t me who- “

Victoria sighed, setting down the jar of cream with an exasperated clink. She turned in her chair, crossing her legs as she reagree Chris with an almost amused expression.

“You’re being dramatic,” she said cooly. “It’s just a few marks. Why does it matter where they came from?” Chris felt his stomach twist. “Because I love you. because I-”

“Love isn’t enough, Chris,” she interrupted, her tone sharp. “You think just because you get to come home every night and kiss Mia goodnight it’ll make me so obsessed with you that I’d forget my own needs?” his brows furrowed as he plopped himself on the edge of the bed. “I-I don’t understand…” Victoria rolled her eyes. “It’s not just about her, Chris. I have needs too. I need just as much excitement and love as Mia gets. I need passion, I need to be with someone who treats me like I deserve to be loved not like another chore at the end of the day.” Chris felt something crack inside his chest. “A chore?” He echoed, voice above a whisper. Isn’t that what she made him feel like? Barely giving him any breathing space with all the ‘don’t forget to pick these up at the store’, or ‘I can’t make it blah blah blah I have an appointment’ and all the other useless excuses he carried on his shoulder.

“And Mia? What does she need. What does she deserve?”

“Don’t start that. She deserves stability. You work all the time too and I’ve told you timelessly that you can’t be keeping your late schedule when we have her to think about. Look, the difference between us is just that I’ve found a way to make it work for me. To balance you and my…real needs.”

Realization dawned like a cold slap to the face. “There’s someone else.” She didn’t deny it. Didn’t. Even. Flinch. Victora turned back to the mirror, picking up her cream again as if the conversation had already ended in her mind. “You don’t have to worry about me, baby. I can take care of myself and leave. We’ll file for divorce. And I’ll take Mia.” He couldn’t even understand her anymore. She just wants to leave? She’s not going to hear his side of the story? Taking his baby girl?! His eyes shot up. “Like hell you will.” Chris rarely raised his voice at her before, but that night, the betrayal shattered something inside him. “So that’s it? You’re walking away from your family for a supposedly bigger paycheck?”

Her eyes still focused on her reflection she spoke, “This is a blessing in disguise, Chris. Take it or leave it.”

And that was when the real war began.

The woman had connections, the bitch. Lawyers who knew how to twist the narrative. Chris worked long hours making him ‘too busy’ to be a full-time parent. He didn’t come from money making him ‘unstable’ compared to Victoria’s new fiancé- a wealthy, well-respected businessman. The court never even asked who Mia wanted to stay with. Despite everything Chris fought. Hard. But the corrupt system wasn’t built to favor fathers like him. In the saddening end, Victoria was granted full custody. He was left with weekends and whatever stolen moments he could manage. Innocent Mia had sobbed in his arms the first time she had to leave. Chris had nearly broken down right there with her. She couldn’t understand it all but what she did know was that being with her father was never enough. He was so close yet so far away.

At the time Chris didn’t have a lot of people to lean on, but if there were two people who saw everything from the beginning, it was Changbin and Jisung. They saw it all. They were the ones who stayed- when everyone whispered about how he should’ve seen it coming or how maybe he just wasn’t enough. Changbin was the first to throw a punch when some asshole had the nerve to call Chris pathetic for loving someone who was visibly used him. Jisung had been the one to show up at his doorstep at 3 A.M., with food, refusing to leave until Chris had at least eaten something. Now, they were the ones who made sure Mia had people who truly adored her and treated her like family, even when her mother made her feel like a second thought.

The school bell echoed through the courtyard, signaling freedom for dozens of gleeful kids. Chris leaned against his car, scanning the crowd until his eyes landed on her- Mia, sprinting towards him with wild abandon, her backpack bouncing on her shoulders.

“Daddy!” She screamed, her face lighting like the sun. Chris opened his arms just in time for her to crash into him. He lifted her off the ground spinning her around as pure joy surged through him.

Mia’s eyes sparkled as she hugged him tight. “Can we get ice cream before dinner tonight?” he chuckled. “Ice cream before dinner? That sounds like trouble, baby.” “Please?” she begged, tilting her head in that way that always melted him. He sighed dramatically. “Anything for my babygirl.”

Chris’ apartment wasn’t grand. Well not as grand as the one he used to have with his ex-wife. But it was warm. Lived-in. The type of place where every corner held memories- some old some new, most centered around Mia, of course. Mia’s drawings were taped to the fridge, stick figures holding hands with big smiles and a sun in the constant corner that shone too brightly. Tiny pink socks and stuffed animals littered the couch, evidence of the weekend play sessions that always ended with Mia curled up against his side, fighting sleep just to stay up a little longer with him.

When she was with him, Chris was dad in every sense of the word. He cooked her meals even when they turned out slightly burnt, he helped her with homework (which explaining to her sometimes confused him in the process). When it came to bedtime stories, he helped her pick them out and carried her to the bed when she fell asleep mid-play. Some Saturdays he would take her to the studio and sometimes it was unavoidable. Mia was always curious about her dad’s job. Plus, she vaguely remembers that she used to see him working with different genres of people when she was younger, back when she had more than weekends with him.

So, after stopping for her favorite snack on a Saturday morning, they arrived at the studio. When they walked in, Mia’s eyes widened as she took everything in. tiny sparks of color filled the faint memories of this place in her mind. The soundproof walls, the scattered yet arranged equipment, the glowing computer screens displaying colorful waveforms. “Woah…” She bounced forward, her tiny hands gripping her bunny in its ears. Chris smiled watching her.

“Cool, yeah?” Chris ruffled before guiding her to the main recording room. “Come on, I’ll show you where the chaos happens.” Before they could go any further, a familiar voice called out.

“Yaa! Is that my favorite troublemaker?!” Mia’s face lit up instantly as Changbin appeared from one of the side rooms, arms spread wide. “Uncle Binnie!” she squealed, running to him without hesitation. Chris barely had time before she leapt into Changbin’s arms, giggling as he spun her around. “Look at you, getting so big! What happened to tiny Mia I used to know?”

“I’m still tiny,” she giggled. “I dunno…you’re almost as big as your dad now,” He teased, shooting the other man a smirk. Chris rolled his eyes. “Funny.” They got in to the studio together. Chris dropped Mia’s backpack on the couch at the end of the room, as Changbin sat her on his lap.

“Where’s J. One?” he asked. As if on cue the door opened with Jisung walking in, coffee in hand. His eyes darted straight to the tiny person on Changbin’s lap, playfully blinking in disbelief. “No way. Is that my Mia?”

Mia gasped. “Uncle ‘Sung!” she wriggled out of the other’s arms and ran straight for Jisung who caught her one-handed with ease, throwing her into his arms. “Daang, I haven’t seen you in forever!” he said dramatically, pretending to stagger under her weight. “You sure you’re not twenty now?” she squeaked, hitting his shoulder “I’m six!”

“Six? No way. You’re lying,” he teased dropping her.

Chris shook his head, watching as they fell into playful banter. Mia looked genuinely happy, completely forgetting about everything else. And it made Chris forget about everything to for a while. At least on most Saturdays.

Sundays were the worst. For both of them. Sunday nights felt like losing her all over again. Chris never liked to bring up Victoria unless Mia did first. He knew better than to talk shit about her mother in front of her, no matter how much resentment he held. She was too young to understand the full extent of what happened, and he didn’t want her carrying the weight of their broken marriage. But sometimes, she asked questions. And those were the hard moments.

After dinner one Sunday, with Mia’s bags packed and toys arranged, Chris was brushing her hair. She sat on the couch, the bunny clutched to her chest. She had been quiet. They were always strangely quiet on Sunday nights. He didn’t push, but Mia always spoke when she was ready. Mr. Bean played softly on the TV in the background when she finally spoke.

“Do you like Mr. Dlyan?”. He froze, his hands pausing mid-stroke. That was the name of Victoria’s new husband. The one that seemed to have wider pockets according to her. He forced himself to keep his voice light. “Why do you ask, baby?”

Mia shrugged, kicking her feet. “Mommy says he’s nice. And that he takes good care of us.” “He’s mommy’s new husband, but you know that already.” He said carefully. “Do you like him?” she hesitated, her tiny fingers fiddling with the edge of her animal’s ear. “He buys me lots of toys,” she admitted. “And he says I can call him Dad if I want to.” His grip on the brush tightened. He took a slow breath, forcing down the lump in his throat.

“And do you want to?”

She looked up at him then, big, honest eyes searching his face. “No.”

Relief washed over him so quickly it made him feel guilty. He cleared his throat and set the brush down, gently pulling her into his lap. “Mia, listen to me,” he said softly. “You can call him whatever makes you comfortable. But just because mommy married someone else doesn’t make me any less of a father. Especially your father. That will never change. Okay?”

Mia nodded, gripping his shirt. “I don’t want him to be my dad. I already have one.” He smiled pressing a kiss to her head. “That’s right, baby. You do.” She snuggled closer. “But mommy says I should be happy with him. That its better this way.”

Chris shut his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his emotions before they could break through. He hated the idea of Mia feeling pressured, of her thinking she had to accept this new man as a father figure just to keep the peace. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Mia,” he murmured. “You’re allowed to feel how you feel.”

She turned back to the tv. “But I want to be with you.” Chris held her a little tighter, kissing her forehead like he always did when the words I love you weren’t enough.

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

The sky was painted in muted hues of blue and orange, the sun seemed reluctant to set as Chris’s car idled in front of his ex-wife’s pristine suburban house. Mia sat in the backseat, silent, her small fingers anxiously twisting the strap of her backpack. Chris stole a glance at her through the rearview mirror, his chest tightening at the sight of her downcast face.

“We’re here, sweetheart,” he said softly, hating the weight of those words. Mia didn’t move. Her lips wobbled, and tears threatened to spill over her long lashes. Chris unbuckled his seatbelt and turned in his seat, reaching for her hand. “Hey,” he whispered, “It’s okay.” “It’s not okay,” she sniffled, her voice breaking. “I hate going back. Mommy doesn’t even talk to me ask, Daddy. She’s always busy with her friends and her phone! Its better being with you daddy! I don’t wanna go back!”

“I know it’s hard,” he murmured, cupping her cheek. “But you’ll be back with me on Friday. We'll do anything you want, yeah? Just you and me.” She tried to smile, but crumbled into tears. He couldn’t take it anymore. He unbuckled her seatbelt and pulled her into his arms, letting her cry against his shoulder. “It’s okay to cry, baby,” he whispered, his own voice thick. “But I promise- Daddy always comes back for you.” her fingers clutched his jacket like a lifeline. “I love you, Daddy.” She choked out.

“I love you too, Mia. So much.”

That was the loop. The constant loop that went on and on. Chris was so tired of it all.

Till you came in.

Gawddd I swear I didn't want it to be this long...this was prolly just like an intro ig...I don't know 😭

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junih0ps · 1 day ago

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blue lock headcanons with little to no explanation (pt. 1?) ᐢ..ᐢ

...made by junih0ps

a/n: currently in the middle of my blue lock obsession so here's this LOL.. make sure to check out more of my works! Let me know if you guys want a part two.

VALENTINE'S DAY SPECIAL

contains: Isagi Yoichi, Meguru Bachira, Hyoma Chigiri, Rin Itoshi, Rensuke Kunigami, Seishiro Nagi, Reo Mikage, Sae Itoshi, and Michael Kaiser

Isagi Yoichi

probably grew up with a lot of friends because in his flashbacks he was okay with working with other people

this definitely backfired with his ego that he was born with but had to learn to discard for teamwork

despite that, he definitely did good in school and kept up his grades

teachers liked him and complimented his work ethic and ability to work with other people

even though he grew up with a lot of friends and made friends easily, he preferred a smaller friend group of people in high school.

he's still willing to make friends with or talk to just about anybody though.

a bit of a pushover when it comes to soccer before blue lock, he wants to be the best so he'll listen to anyone he thinks has authority in soccer. (that's why he was so willing to destroy his ego and work as a team)

NOT a pushover in any other way though, he's just nice.

I think he was still a bit judgmental because he pointed out things other people did in blue lock

he was probably a bit picky with his friends

no love life.

it's not like other people didn't get crushes on him, he was in a sports team after all, but he simply didn't gain a crush on anybody

after blue lock's training though? he probably doesn't think about love at all. he has one goal, to be the best striker in the world.

for that reason, if he did ever have a love life he would have had to know them before he went to blue lock

Meguru Bachira

he was really lonely as a kid so he has the tendency to talk a lot and fast

he can't control it so when people tell him to "slow down" he doesn't even realize he's been doing it

he spends a lot of time at home when he's not playing soccer. He absent mindedly scrolls because he doesn't know what else to do with his time

he's not the best student but he gets his work in on time.

he doesn't have a lot of friends so he glides through friendships to talk to rather than hangout with

he isn't shy and is open about what he wants

he holds back with his mom though, he doesn't want to worry her

being lonely is something he thought about a lot as a kid, but now that he's in high school he's just kind of used to it (poor baby :[)

maladaptive daydreamer, definitely!

no love life as well

if you did try to start up something romantic with bachira it would be really easy, but he could also be really oblivious because romance isn't a big deal for him.

he cares more about being platonically lonely, romance doesn't really cross his mind.

even after blue lock, I don't think he'd mind if he has a partner.

Hyoma Chigiri

he had a big friend group for being athletic, but after his accident he socially isolated himself.

he grew up as an athletic kid and would often climb trees, monkey bars, you name it. His mom and sister scolded him a lot for it.

pretty good in school, turned in his work in time.

he wasn't really involved in school though so he was in regular classes.

his sister coddled him after his accident and was very proud of his achievements, she wanted to encourage him because he would beat himself up over little things.

she probably knew about the blue lock program and wanted chigiri to be involved, hyped him up!

was popular romantically for his gorgeous hair and athletic ability LOL

he was never really interested in romance though

I think for chigiri if he was romantically involved, it'd have to be with someone he knew very well. maybe someone who helped him get through his hard times.

idk though I just can't imagine him in a relationship

sassy (not overly sassy though)

pretty picky with the people he's friends with, he doesn't mind talking to people who aren't his friends though.

after blue lock his friend group from high school was non-existent to him (if there was anyone still hanging around after he socially isolated himself, that is)

Rin Itoshi

hello handsome

he grew up pretty popular, he kept a small friend group though.

never really had to talk to anyone first, he was a magnet

his athletic ability kept him a first pick in gym class

teachers loved him, he was a great student.

probably in some advanced and ap classes

he loved sae and sae was his role model

after sae threw him aside in his view, he stopped participating in school though

he had a hard time keeping himself from feeling overwhelmed in school and eventually just stopped doing his work

this concerned a lot of teachers but they gave up after he ignored their pep talks

when he started socially isolating himself, his friends were worried but he would just ignore them

this would cause a lot of tension with his friends who were popular, his reputation went down very VERY fast.

he eventually just stopped participating in school or friendships overall and left for blue lock with one goal in mind

love was barely a thing for rin before blue lock, after blue lock it just didn't exist. he was probably popular romantically in school, though.

no friends after blue lock. being the best is all that matters to him, hates being tied to people.

better hope nobody tried to stick by, they're just going to get their feelings hurt when he throws them away. ouch

Rensuke Kunigami

grew up with a lot of friends and loved his parents to death!

his parents were very proud of him and encouraged his dreams

he was an athletic child too, but not to the extent of chigiri.

would play soccer with other kids in his neighborhood

he was very nice but not a pushover

he included people and was very honest with his teachers

(it startled his elementary school teachers when he confessed to his little mistakes instead of lying)

love? loves everyone! (oblivious)

was popular romantically and platonically

nothing really changed from childhood up until blue lock

after blue lock... he was just a mess, a machine made for soccer

it startled his parents, and they were incredibly mad at ego. they think he's changed in a bad way

his friends before blue lock have been left in the dust. they miss him

if they tried contacting him they'd either be ignored or asked "who are you?"

ugh this hurts to write :(

romantically, you'd have to be very strong to pull through his new attitude and genuinely love him no matter how he changes to stick around.

Seishiro Nagi

other kids did try to get close to him, but gave up after a while

his athletic ability didn't really come out of nowhere, he did like being in sports as a child

but his parents would always overpromise and underachieve, and he wasn't allowed to go out alone

like for example they'd promise they could all go to the park and then they'd say "sorry, we're busy" or "no, we're tired from working"

so at some point he just learned to take comfort in his electronics

when he did try to make friends they just wouldn't understand his situation so he gave up early on

omg he's such a tired homebody

he's so real tbh

probably plays LoL and valorant

has discord and an online friend group in high school

his parents are very rich and don't care what he does when he grows up

love? what's that?

doesn't really know how to take care of himself

when it came to reo, he relied on reo a lot for simple tasks because reo would always be willing to fulfill them

he liked seeing someone go out of their way for him

during blue lock he stopped using discord, no time for it

after blue lock he played video games a lot less, he found a passion

if he did have a romantic partner they'd have to be good with individuality

Reo Mikage

he's kind of a jerk to be honest, like not in a bad way but "why should i have to try if i want something?" kind of way

just spoiled but he's still nice

popular romantically and platonically

had a huge friend group growing up and still friends with most of them in high school

obviously, he works hard to get what his parents can't get him

he's pretty close with the staff in the mansion

he doesn't complain about them so most of them haven't been switched out from childhood to adolescence.

most of them are old so they're practically his other set of parents

nagi's close with some of the staff like the driver and chef.

nagi has spoken to reo's personal nanny once or twice when he comes over

reo doesn't need a nanny after he's grown up but he's grown attached to the old lady so he's letting her keep her job

open to romance, probably had a few ex girlfriends here and there.

some of them are pretty irritating and clinging on to him because he has a lot of money.

after blue lock, he's still open to relationships but he's pretty casual about them.

he's not a womanizer though! he just has the "if it gets to marriage, it does. If it doesn't end in marriage, that's fine too" dating mentality

he's still pretty serious about his relationships though

he's also pretty materialistic

Sae Itoshi

tough cookie

hot-headed kid, obviously

he grew up with a small friend group

its not like people didn't like him, he was practically a people magnet. he was just picky about who he spoke to or wanted to be friends with.

his friend group was male, he just didn't talk to the opposite gender a lot there isn't a bad intention behind it though

when he did initiate conversations (very rarely) he was blunt and that drove people off

as a kid, he doesn't care about living to other people's expectations, he just wants to be the best striker.

he loved rin, even now he doesn't know why rin's mad at him. he thinks he's just going through a phase and will go back to normal soon.

when he went to spain he was bullied by his teammates and coaches for his dream to be the best striker, soon enough he was driven to be okay with being a midfielder

when he was insulting sendou about not being serious about soccer, he was sort of projecting. I say this because I think sae believes he's given up on being serious about soccer and taken a back seat as a midfielder

do you guys think leonardo luna was the reason behind his dream being crushed.. like the way he was talking to rin about crushing his dream was very suspicious

he's really casual about dating, doesn't want anything serious. he's not a virgin either based on the way the official blue lock lore describes him having a butt fetish LOL

you HAVE to be really strong to date sae, he could go up to months without talking to you and not care how you feel about it. be really strong about individuality and have something to keep you busy

like I said before, it won't last long either. he's not really a womanizer, he just dates once in a blue moon and breaks up with them after he's bored.

Michael Kaiser

no friends, no lovers, no family, nada

well he did have his father but he doesn't count to be honest

his birthday falls on Christmas so when he was a kid he often found himself praying his mom would come back, his life would be easier, and that someone would love him.

smokes

at some point he started having flings to try and feel something out of his loneliness

we all know he's manipulative, but I think if it came to a long-term relationship it'd go farther than the extent Ness went through.

It'd go to the point he'd be very possessive and have daily arguments with them, and at some points he wouldn't talk to them for large lengths of time

I fear he'd be physically abusive as well and then beat himself up for it.. he's just like his father

he knows he's just like his father too, and he hates himself for it

um this took a very relationship focused turn so let's turn it back

soccer is his first love so he prioritizes it over his well-being

therapy? what's that? REFUSES therapy, in fact.

he knows he's messed up in the head though

undiagnosed narcissistic personality disorder

will never get through anything in his life unless he gets therapy

this one just made me sad to be honest :(

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Hii, I like very much your work in Yandere Fem Bully/delicuent, Can we have a part four? I been thinking about a reader who is finally the partner of Fem bully and Fem Bully invites her to her house. Or maybe something clingy and fluff with reader trying to find a little peace and taking refuge in the school library, and simply Fem Bully going crazy looking under every stone for her beloved ❤️❤️❤️

Pleaseee come back to write WE MISS YOU

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY X FEM READER *:･ﾟ✧

this is a piece based on my previous works, which are on my page.

hi everyone! after a busy schedule and having my ass kicked by writers block, i am finally back! i appreciate all the love and support you all have given me for my work! it means a lot for me and after seeing this request made me realize why i loved writing so much in the first place.

this piece of work is more “fan-fiction-y” per se, meaning that i wrote a mini story rather than my normal work. there isn’t really a lot to watch for other than *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ being a desperate and needy yandere for reader.

word count: 6.8k, bordering on 6.9

it’s been a while since i’ve written anything, so i apologize for any mistakes or if my work is worse than what my other pieces are. this was pretty fun to write btw.

thank you anon for sending me a request! it means a lot to me that you love my work that much that much you want to see more!

reblogging/reposting is appreciated, but NOT expected. if you would like to see anything specific, requests ARE OPEN!

also, i plan on making a name for this character in the future since it was getting a little annoying spam copying *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ countless times.

remember, this is a LESBIAN post. MEN and MEN ALIGNED people DNI!

summary: you’ve been in a weird position with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. you’ve been distant, and she can tell. after admitting the reason why, she invites you to her house, intent on changing and making you close to her again.

i hope you all enjoy this work of *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･��✧ !

it was lunchtime, the cafeteria being packed and buzzing with students eagerly awaiting a meal, just like you. after a long day of quizzes and note taking from your teachers, there was nothing more you wanted than stuffing your face with a sub from the sub area of the lunch room.

you walked towards the line, the line of students reaching where the napkins and the silverware were in the middle of the lunch room. you were agitated at the fact that lunch began seven minutes ago, and the line had already increased in size as time went on. you let out a sigh of sadness before hearing your name being called out. you whip your head, seeing *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧.

“[NAME]!” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ calls out, moving her arm in a motion for you to come over. you awkwardly walk over, cutting in line, not missing the mixture of stares and whispers from the other students as you walk up to one of the most hated people in school.

“hey baby. saved you a spot. i know you like the subs.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ flashes a smile, her eyes shimmering with want, almost as if she’s hoping you would praise her for her action.

“thanks” you mumble, looking towards the side, your feet scuffing the floor. sure, you might’ve made out with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ three weeks ago, and weirdly enough became her girlfriend, but it didn’t stop the stomachache you got from being in her presence.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s smile falters, immediately catching on. she thought she fixed the problem? she threw away her pride! she practically got on her knees and begged for you to forgive her! maybe her gifting you roses and a necklace wasn’t the best present, but she made sure you understood that she wanted to fix this! why was her baby going back to before?

you give the lunch lady your sub order before putting your pin in and grabbing your chocolate milk. as you wait for the lunch lady to prepare your sub, you sneak a glance at *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, who looks deep in thought, glaring at the bell peppers.

“*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧?” you call, tapping her arm. she looks at you in a daze. “you’ve been glaring at the food. hurry up so we can sit down” you tell her, grabbing your food and standing to the side.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ does as you say, guiding you two to a table in the back corner of the cafeteria. you only saw one backpack, confusing you. “where are your friends?” you question. you’ve never sat alone at lunch with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ before, and the thought of it made you a bit squeamish to say the least.

“not here.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ barks out. “busy either catching up with work or doing random shit. i don’t give a fuck.” she scoffs.

“besides, told them to scram since i had something to talk to you about.”

“about what?” you raise your eyebrow in both confusion and curiosity.

“you! you’ve been distant lately. you avoid my gaze and every time i try touching you, you look like I’m going to give you the plague! you’re fucking scared with your tail between your legs!” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ roars. “like you’re gonna get killed just for being near me! it literally happened just now! and don’t you dare fucking lie to me either because we both know it’s true.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ huffs before calming down. she tries to make her tone softer and gentle, hoping that it would coax out the information she wanted from you. “i don’t know what thoughts are being put into your head, or what your shitty friends are whispering into your ears, but when i told you i wanted to fix my mistake and the way I’ve treated you, and i meant it. please let me in so i can fix it.” she pleads, giving you a look of desperation.

you finish chewing a bite of your sub, looking down at your feet. “i don’t know, okay?” you stumble out. “i know you’re trying to change, and trust me, i want this to work just as much as you do, but i just—”

“just what? fucking spit it out!” she barks.

“i said I don’t know!“ you holler, and before you know it, all the thoughts that you wanted to keep in, the feelings that you kept chained away start coming out. “you claim you’re changing yet we haven’t done anything! you don’t take me out, you don’t call me or text me after school, and you still act “hard” around me! what do you want me to think?”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s face heats up with embarrassment. “well you’re my first, okay?! don’t know what i’m doing. i’m fucking trying.”

“i know you are.”

“i want you to talk to me. it’s like you hold it in but get mad that i don’t know exactly what you want.”

a smile dances on *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s face as she banters with you, the two of you going back and forth with “yes it is” and “no it isn’t”’s.

you open your mouth, ready to ask *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ something, but the sound of the bell screeches out, cutting your sentence off. you grab your backpack, unzipping it and grabbing a notebook. you rip out a sheet and grab a pen, scribbling your number.

you rip the piece from the paper and hand it to *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. “what’s this?” she asks.

“my number? so that we can fix the part of us interacting with each other when school ends. maybe you don’t text me cause you lost it.” you roll your eyes playfully.

“I have to get to class, bye *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧.” you smile, walking away, giving her a small wave before leaving her in the cafeteria by herself.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smiles before pulling out her phone. she puts your number in her phone with urgency, like the paper would disappear if she didn’t do it right then and there.

as *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks to class, she looks down at her screen, wondering what to text you. she doesn’t want to sound desperate, but doesn’t want you to end up losing interest with her. that’s the last thing she wants!

to: baby

it’s me. save my number if you haven’t.

trying to do this whole “fixing the problem” thing you mentioned properly.

come to my house.

it could be a date or whatever.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ hits send after send, unable to stop herself from the word vomit she was currently spewing. she just hoped you would agree.

god was she stupid. she wanted to smack herself. how come she didn’t realize that her baby wanted more? she always said she wanted you demanding, but now that you did it, she was completely lost. she’s glad that something good came out of exploding on your earlier. now she knows exactly how to fix it so it’s like before; you being happy in her presence, feeling complete bliss.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ anxiously awaits your response. she sits down in her chair, checking her phone every second she could, hoping that she got a response back.

twenty minutes pass by, and *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ begins to grow restless. what the hell were you doing that you couldn’t reply to your girlfriend? english wasn’t that fucking time consuming!

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ phone buzzes. she knows it could only come from one person, and her knowing it was you only make her smile grow wider.

to: baby

it’s me. save my number if you haven’t.

trying to do this whole “fixing the problem”thing you mentioned earlier properly.

come to my house.

it could be a date or whatever.

from: baby

hi!

i’d love to come over

it better be the best date of my life

i’m not kidding either *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grins, unable to contain the burst of excitement. she’s got a date with her baby! she’ll finally be fixing everything once and for all!

the thought of you coming to *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ changes from excitement to being riddled with nerves. what if the plans she makes bore you? make you want to leave? she can’t let that happen. she’ll make sure you don’t want to leave. after all; it’ll be your house in the future. she has to make sure her baby loves everything about it!

the last bell of the day rings, with *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rushing out the door. she waits for the driver to arrive, itching her arm in irritation. can’t her driver go any faster? she has to make sure she gets things her baby loves so you’ll have the time of your life!

the driver arrives. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets in the car, throwing her bag next to her. “drive to the store, and quickly.” she barks out, looking over at the window.

“which one?” the driver asks as he turns out the driveway. “one where i can get multiple things. i’m going to have someone over today. it needs to be perfect” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ emphasizes.

“Yes ma’am” the driver replies, driving down the street, heading towards the store. “I’ll be gone for an hour max. stay here.” she commands. the driver gives her a quick yes in reply. she gets out of her car, picking up her pace as she practically runs into the store, thinking of what gifts would make her baby showcase the soft smile that she loves oh so much.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ almost wants to text you, asking what snacks you would like or what activities you want her to buy so you can enjoy yourself. she reminds herself that she wants you to feel just how she felt when she forced you grab her food; that feeling of appreciation and delight she got from the action of you giving her things that she loves without her asking you.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks down the aisles, dumping things in the cart she thinks that you might enjoy; from face masks and coloring books to a matching sweatsuit set and a box of brownies for you two to make. she made sure to head over to the beauty section, grabbing you a bottle of perfume she thought you would like, as well as some nail polish with colors she thought suited you as you always had your nails painted.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks over to the jewelry section, grabbing you a gold bracelet with a pair of matching hoops. she then grabs you a bouquet of light pink tulips and yellow roses along with other colors before putting it in her cart.

as *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks up to the self checkout, she can’t help but think about how much her baby is going to love the gifts she bought. you always love her gifts and she just knew you were going hop up and down adorably like you usually did. she knew you were going to gush over it.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks out the store. she opens up the car door, setting down the bags of her items. she grabs out her phone, going to your contact. she sends you a quick message, which gets her a quicker response in return.

to: baby

when do you want to start?

send me your address.

i’ll have the driver pick you up.

can’t wait for you to see what i

have planned for you.

from: baby

anytime is fine

can’t wait for you to rock my

world with your planned

activities

it’s XXXCC SPXX Drive

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ sets the bags in the back behind her seat. “go to XXXCC SPXX Drive.” she demands. The driver puts the address into the gps, pulling out of the store parking lot, heading to your house.

the car pulls up to your house. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. she sends you a quick text to let you know she’s outside. she decides to go on her phone to pass the six minute time it takes for to grab your bags and come to her car.

you curl up your hand, softly knocking on the window. it startles *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, but she quickly barks out for the driver to unlock the door who opens it in a rush.

you get into the car, sitting in the seat across from her. “looking amazing baby.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ blurts out, unable to stop herself. she grabs your hand, giving a quick peck. “so gorgeous.” she smiles.

“thank you” you say, letting out a soft laugh, making *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s heart swoon. you buckle in your seatbelt and switch from watching out the window to going on your phone as the driver takes you two to her house. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ sneaks glances at you throughout the drive, being in complete awe at the beauty you possess.

the driver *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ pulls into the driveway. she grabs the bags next to her before getting out of the car. she puts all the bags in one hand, leaving the other out for you.

you give a small chuckle, taking her hand as she helps you out the car. as you two begin to walk to the front doors, you see bags that you didn’t see before.

“so..” you tease. “what’s in the bags?”

“shit for our date. gonna make it the best fucking date you ever had just like i promised.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ says, closing the door for you.

you walk in the door, taking in the entryway of *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s house. she wasn’t kidding when she said she was rich.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ guides you to her living room, the size shocking you completely. her living room was the same size of the entire first floor at your house. every detail of the room was carefully arranged, ensuring perfection down to the fiber of the decor.

she sets the bags down on the glass table in the center of the living room. “i asked those freaks what to do for a ‘at home’ date, so here you go.” she says, dumping the contents of the bag onto the table.

as your eyes glance from item to item, you find coloring books with markers, face masks, and a box of brownies.

“wow” you gush, giving *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ a quick kiss. “this is so thoughtful! thank you so much love!” you chirp, giving her a quick peck on the cheek; which turns into two, then three, then you kissing all over her face.

“oopsie” you giggle. “sorry about that love.” you say, wiping your lip gloss prints off with your hands. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ stops you, slapping off your hand. she didn’t want you to wipe it off. she wanted the stickiness of your lip gloss to imprint in her skin. for her to realize the moment she dreamed of happening was real, that this wasn’t a dream.

“what the hell?” you call out.

“it’s whatever. don’t mind my baby kissing me silly over me getting her a few gifts from the store.” she says, looking the other way, the tips of her ears showing a hue of pink.

you let out a chuff before giving her one more kiss on her lips, this time letting your lips linger. “it’s not whatever *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. you took the time to get me things i would like and that means a lot to me.” you smile at her, making *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ fall deeper in love with you more than she already has.

“got you something else.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ blurts out, grabbing the bag she hid.

“oh i didn’t see that one.” you sit up, giddy with excitement. you were curious, trying to anticipate on what she bought for you that she did originally. “what’s in this one?”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ pulls out the bouquet of flowers with a box. “open it.” she commands gently. she watches you closely, awaiting your reaction. you open the box to find a pair of gold earrings and matching bracelet. you dig in the bag once more, seeing nail polish and perfume.

you jump on *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ in a frenzy, making her hands quickly latch onto your waist to make sure you don’t fall over. “thank you love! thank you, thank you, thank you, thank YOU!” you scream happily.

you give her a kiss, pressing for more than a peck. it wasn’t as sensual as your kisses usually are, but you wanted her to feel the burst of love you had for her, that you were feeling for her.

“shit. if i knew this would happen every time i buy you a gift then i would’ve been spoiling you all day everyday.”

“well you can start tomorrow. i’ll be expecting a gift when we meet in the morning on the steps.” you say jokingly.

“bet. my baby gets whatever the fuck she wants.” she reminds, hugging you, clutching you close to her chest.

“i was just playing, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧.” you laugh dryly.

“i wasn’t. gonna get you so many fucking gifts you’ll become the brattiest girl in the world.” she says, lovingly feeling up and down your sides. “and when you do,” she adds. “i’ll give you my credit card and you’ll spend as much as you want. drain that shit, it won’t make a dent even if i bought you the whole god damn mall.”

you’re sit there in bewilderment, unable to utter out a sentence. “i can’t believe that you love me that much to do that.” you usher out, your heart feeling warm, touched at the gesture.

“better believe it baby, cause it’s gonna happen. don’t mind you acting stuck up and expecting everything going your way. wanna see you demanding shit from me like the princess you’re meant to be.”

you make a mental note in your head to go along with what seems like *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s expectations. “we’ll just save for the next date then.” you press a quick peck on her lips before getting up.

“now let’s started!” you exclaim. “grab the bags with the face masks and the brownies.” you grab *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s arm, leading her into the kitchen.

she places the bags on the kitchen counter. “grab some bowls please.” you ask, taking out the face masks and the box of brownies out the bag. you take out the face mask bottle, squirting some of the black paste onto your fingers. “c’mere,” you call out. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks over to you.

you rub the paste on her chin and her forehead. “this is fucking stupid.” she scoffs. you ignore her cries, rolling your eyes. you squirt more out from the bottle and put it on her cheeks and finish by placing some on her nose.

“no it’s not! besides you look cute.”

“no, i look like a god damn idiot.”

“well, suck it up. you look cute and i like doing this stuff. you shouldn’t have bought it then if you didn’t wanna wear it with me.” you point out.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grumbles, muttering under her breath. “okay, your turn.” she picks up the bottle, squeezing out the paste.

“woah woah woah! that was too much! only a little at a time *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧!” you screech out.

“fucking sorry! acting like it was on purpose.” she avoids your gaze, her face bunching up, eyebrows furrowing. you grab her face, giving her a kiss. “it’s okay *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. just try as best as you can to use all of it from your hand and rinse the rest off.” you give her multiple kisses, hoping your attempting at soothing her will work.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smears the paste on your face, rubbing it into your cheeks and rubbing the groove between your nose and your lips, indenting her fingerprints into your skin.

you look up at her, the features sculpted on her face making you feel a sudden urgency of want. feeling your gaze, she smirks. “don’t mind you kissing me baby.”

“god you’re so full of yourself.” you smile, holding her closer by intertwining your arms around her neck, giving her a kiss. the kiss wasn’t sexual, the kiss being full of love and affection.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ taps you, asking permission for more. you pull away, stopping what you know will lead into a passionate make out session, just like the last time. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ huffs in irritation at the removal. “relax love. you might get more later if you behave.”

“then i’ll make sure i’m the best for my baby so i can finally get her in a way i want.” you feel your face heat up as you move away from her.

“w-well! let’s get started on those brownies!” you move away, flustered. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grins, watching you hop around in the kitchen.

you head towards the sink, washing your hands. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ copies you, washing her hands before following you.

you grab a bowl, placing the powder in. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ cracks the egg, putting in the water. you grab a rubber spatula, mixing the ingredients together. “can you please grab a tin so i can put this in there?”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks off, grabbing the bowl. she looks to the side. out of the corner of her eye, she catches you staring at her movements. she makes the decision to give you a show. she reaches for the tin in the bottom cabinet, flexing her muscles, the veins in her biceps bulging on display.

she’d make sure to put on a show for her baby. for you to realize how strong she is. for you to see how good she can take care of you just with strength alone.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets up, handing you the tin. you pour the mixture in, placing it in the oven. you set the timer, walking back over towards *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧. “and now, we wait.”

“the fuck are we supposed to do?”

“watch tv and color, duhhh!” you drag out. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rolls her eyes, walking back towards the living room.

“why don’t you put on something to watch?” you ask, grabbing the coloring books and box of markers and put it on your side of the table.

“what shitty show are we watching.” she asks. she turns on the tv, going towards hulu.

“it’s not shitty” you roll your eyes. “and this new cooking show that just came out. my friend was telling me all about it so i want to see if she’s lying or not.” you ramble.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ digs her nails into her thighs, clenching her jaw. she can’t help the jealousy brewing in her chest. why the hell were you taking a recommendation from that bitch of all people? she had plenty of shows you could watch. why didn’t you ask her? she would always provide for her baby! even if it was something as silly as a tv show or movie recommendation.

“we’ll watch the shitty show recommended by the princesses shitty friend.” she says through clenched teeth, unable to hide the pure wrath of anger she felt.

you slap *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s chest lightly. “my friend is not shitty! and stop being rude. we planned this to have fun, not worry about other people.” you remind. “let’s just watch a movie okay? you can pick it out.”

“gonna pick the best movie in the world just for my baby.” she grabs your side, tugging you close to her chest, or at least attempting to. “wait.., the coloring books” you whine out.

“another time. wanna watch a movie cuddling up with you.” as you struggle to grab the books anyways, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grabs your waist, pulling you close to her chest successfully.

“um hello?!” you shout.

“cmon baby, let’s relax a bit, yeah? it’s been a long week for both of us and we definitely fucking need this.”

“whatever. i’m going to check on the brownies” you say, removing yourself from her hold. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ internally scoffs, loathing you evacuating her hold.

you walk back to her kitchen, hearing a mix of her acting like she doesn’t care to begging for you to come back. in perfect time, the oven goes off. you pull the brownies in the oven. “*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧! come in here!” you chirp. “the brownies are ready! we just need to wait for them to rest a bit.”

“then they’re not fucking ready stupid.”

“well they’re out of the oven aren’t they?” you retort back. “that means they’re ready then. the baking is complete to versus how it was twenty minutes ago.” you usher out.

you grab *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s hand. “now, lead me to the bathroom so we can wash these face masks off. i’m ready for this to be off my skin.”

“couldn’t have said it better my god damn self.” she huffs out, holding your hand tight, as if you’d leave her if she let go. she leads you two the bathroom.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ grabs you from your ass, holstering you up on the bathroom counter, making you screech in shock.

“the hell was that for?” she asks, her eyebrow arching in confusion.

“oh, well i don’t know,” you say sarcastically. “maybe the fact that out of nowhere my ass was grabbed?!”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ chuckles dryly. “oh, yeah. didn’t know my baby was still shy about shit like that.” she teases, grinning.

“i’m not shy” you retort. “just surprised.”

“yeah yeah. be right back. gonna get us towels and shit. hope this brilliant face mask shit of yours doesn’t ruin my towels.”

“whatever you say loser!” you yell, laughing as *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets farther and farther.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ comes back moments later, two black washcloths in her hands. “gonna wash yours off first.“ she explains. she grabs the bar of soap next to her, rinsing the towel under water before lathering soap onto the washcloth.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smiles at you blissfully. she loves taking care of her baby. sure, she likes making sure you’re taken care of financially, but moments like these, the soft ones you let her do makes her feel that buzz of pridefulness that no amount of credit card swiping can do.

“are you almost done? or are you gonna keep smiling at me like a love-stricken idiot.”

“ain’t no shame in my fucking game. when you have a baby as mesmerizing as i do all you do is admire how stunning they are.”

“thank you *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧” you say bashfully, buffering from the praise. “you never fail to remind me you love me.”

“good. need to make sure you know it. how much i love and worship you. how much i’ll do for you. i’ll dote on you for the rest of my life.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ continues to go on her usual rant of her devoting her life to you. “okay, my turn! get the washcloth wet for me. i can already tell we’re not switching spots” you say annoyingly.

“damn right we ain’t.” she says. she grabs the other washcloth, doing the same thing she did previously. she lets you feel her face, touching each part with pure love, admiration, and devotion. you caress her face with care as you rinse off the black paste from the face mask from her face.

the touch makes *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ feel euphoric. she loves the gestures that prove you feel the same way about her. as you finish, you hand the washcloths back to her. you hop off the counter, waiting for *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ to be done with discarding them.

“fucking finally. let’s go watch that movie i wanted to show you.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ walks back into the living room, you scuffling closely behind her. she sits on the couch. she yanks your hand, plopping you down right beside her. you scoot your body closer to her, the two of you being just mere inches apart. “i can’t wait to see what you picked!” you chirp.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ presses play, turning on a romcom you like. you rest your head on her shoulder, engrossed in the film.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ steals glances from you throughout the movie, losing interest ages ago. the brightness from the tv shines on you, making you look ravishing and utterly breathtaking. it was torturous. it was like you were created by the goddesses themselves. she debates, fighting with herself on whether or not to caress you and touch each inch she so desperately craved, or to act like how she had been all evening; nice and caring and a girlfriend who wanted to fix the rough patch she was currently in.

was this on purpose? she wouldn’t care if it was. she was too far gone anyway. you could leave her completely broke; stealing all her money and her coming to a house with nothing but bare walls, it wouldn’t matter to her. as long as your eyes showcase the same love and admiration she feels for you then she’ll die a happy woman.

the credits start to roll. you get up, stretching, your body on display. your shirt lifts up, your navel showing. you were surely tormenting her! it was like you were purposely trying rile her up, to entice and provoke her with your provocativeness.

“did you forget the third bag?” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ asks you.

you stare mindlessly at her for a few moments before speaking up. “third bag?” your voice trails off in confusion.

“yeah you idiot. i got three bags in total and you only looked at two.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ shoves the bag in your face, commanding you with her eyes for you to cast your eyes on the bag.

you dig in the grocery bag, finding a red sweatsuit with white stripes on the side with a red matching sweatshirt. “aww!” you gush. your eyesight becomes blurry, your tears glistening as they cloud your vision. “i c-can’t believe you thought of getting us matching outfits.” you blubber out, the waterworks beginning.

“hey, don’t become a crybaby now. i hate criers.” she barks out, although her words have no bite. it doesn’t help the fact that she inches closer to you, engulfing you in her hold, holding you dearly.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ intertwines your hands with hers, your fingers tangled with hers. “go to the bathroom and put it on, understand?”

you nod, walking to the bathroom. the flutter you felt from the gesture sat on your chest. you smiled outside, clutching the bag close to you. it may have been a simple sweatsuit to others, but with a girlfriend like *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, it was like receiving the best gift known to man. she gave you gifts often, but this one just felt different, the reasoning why being on the tip of your tongue.

“hey, stop standing there like a fucking idiot and head to the bathroom!” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ discloses. before you can respond back to her, she pushes you into the next door, shouting out. “be ready in five minutes!”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ shuts the door behind you. you’re a bit shocked to say the least. when you told her you wanted to hang out more, you didn’t think she would take it this far.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rushes towards the next room she sees, ripping the clothes off her body and hurriedly changing into the sweatsuit she bought for you. she had to hurry to make sure she would be there when you open the door!

you open the bag, taking out the outfit and placing it on the counter. you take off your clothes before putting on the new outfit. the sweatsuit surprisingly fits you well, not too big or small. you step out of the bathroom only to see *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ standing right by the door.

“what the hell? you startled me!” you exclaim, placing your hand on your chest.

“sorry baby.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ apologies, pressing a peck on your temple. her hands rest down on your waist, looking down at you. “you look fucking incredible. who knew someone could make a shitty sweatsuit look so god damn perfect.”

“you look good too.” you say, placing your hands on her biceps. you give it a quick squeeze, darting out your tongue. the feeling of your fingertips on her skin makes her moan internally. “you look so strong in your outfit.”

“oh really?” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smirks.

“really. it’s making me feel things if i’m being honest.” you say, your voice filled with want. you grab a fistful of her shirt, pulling her closer to you, kissing her.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ rips the door open, shoving you two back into the bathroom. she grabs your waist harsher with much more force, her thumbs circling your sides, pushing you back into the wall.

the kiss was intoxicating. it was like you couldn’t get enough, and neither could she. it was sloppy at times. the kiss was full of desperation and longing. it was like you could tell exactly what *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ was feeling, and it was finally coming out. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ licks the walls of your mouth, making your brain foggy.

as you two kiss one another, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ moves her hands down to your ass, making you gasp in shock. as you open your mouth, she shoves her tongue inside. the action makes you moan out in bliss. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ kisses you deeply, your tongues tangling with the others, making you both melt in bliss.

there was a short-lived battle for dominance, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ winning. you wrap your arms around her neck, making her move forward impossibly closer to you. you two make out for a bit more before coming up for air, a trail of saliva departing from the two of you.

you pant out, looking up at *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ who looks out of it as well. her face is red, as well as the tips of her ears, her chest heaving up and down. you don’t know where the boldness came from, but after kissing her, you want more, and you felt like she felt the same way, she usually does after all. you push her down, making her reach your height, whispering into her ear. “instead of doing this in the bathroom, why don’t we take it elsewhere?” you smirk, your voice sultry.

you take *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s hand off your waist and lead it down to your pussy, making her feel the wetness in your pants. her face immediately turns red, switching from touching it and letting go, almost as if she was batting with herself. it seems like the right thoughts won. before you could even register, *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ once again opens the door with quickness before dragging you up the stairs.

as soon as you two make it to her bedroom, she shuts the door close with so much force you thought the door would break off it’s hinges. she picks you up, throwing you on the bed. she hurriedly makes her way to her bed.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ kisses you, wasting no time shoving her tongue back in your mouth, making out with you again. her hands roam everywhere, trailing from your neck down your chest, cupping your breasts and scratching your nipples. the action makes you scream out in pleasure.

“ha~, j-just a moment.” you pant out.

“can’t. want to feel all of you. make my baby feel so fucking good that she doesn’t know what to do with herself. want to turn you into a complete mess. you don’t have to worry.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ huffs out, moving down, leaving pecks at your neck. “i’ll take care of you. just turn off your brain and let yourself feel the pleasure i’m about to give you.”

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ looks back up at you, her eyes filled with desire. “let me spoil my baby. please?” she pleads. you can’t deny it either. you want this, and can’t wait any longer.

“okay, make me feel good.” you command, opening your legs wider to give *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ more access to give you the pleasure you so desperately crave. she sucks on your neck, making you moan wantonly.

“more.” you beg out, trying to push her harder into your neck.

“relax baby, i got you.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ says, giving you a peck. she kisses on your neck, moving to the side. she sucks on your neck, making you moan out louder than before. she smirks at the fact that she found one of your good spots.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ removes herself from your neck, looking at the hickie she’s just created. she gives you a peck on your neck, before kissing down your chest, she cups one of your breasts, putting your nipple in her mouth. she sucks, moving her tongue to lick the the top and the bottom of your nipple as well as your areola.

you clench the bedsheets next to you, arching your back from the touch. you begin to feel heat down there. you feel so much desire that it hurts. “*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧” you call out, making her take your breast out of her mouth with a pop. she blinks, eyelids half-lidded.

“move lower” you breathe out, grinding your pussy into her. *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ chuckles, peppering kisses down your chest, trailing lower to your stomach and lingering near your navel. it was pathetic, but with the pleasure you were experiencing, you couldn’t care less.

she tears off your panties, her eyes filled with nothing but hunger. she darts out her tongue, licking your slit from bottom to top, using her fingers to spread your folds open.

“god you’re so mesmerizing.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ moans out. “i haven’t even done anything yet and it’s already so wet.”

embarrassed, the only thing you can do is let out a shaky moan in reply.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ squeezes your thighs, lapping up your wetness hungrily. a low groan vibrates from both of you, the act of being eaten out making the both of you feel pure euphoria.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ doesn’t stop, continuously giving you kitten licks and sucking your clit out of pure desperation. she sticks two fingers in without hesitation, making you shudder in pleasure. she pounds her fingers into you. the only thing you can do is cry out from the intense buzz that she was currently giving you.

gasps and moans are the only thing that surrounds the room. your brain was turning into mush. you lift yourself up slightly, gazing at *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧, who looks dazed herself; her eyes half-lidded as she humps the bed, rocking the bed back and forth.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ curls her fingers, making the waves of pleasure that just more intense. “so good. so so so good.” she hurls out. “you taste so good. want more. please, let me do more. wanna devour you whole.”

you grab a fistful of *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧’s hair, indicating that you’re close. she picks up the pace, shoving her fingers in and out faster, sucking harder, making you scream as you let go, letting the pleasure consume you and climaxing.

you collapse back on the bed, panting breathless as your chest rises and falls from the aftermath. your body is on fire, your body tingling. you lay there, drowning from the sensation of what your lover gave to you.

*✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ gets up from the spot she was previously in. she takes off her shirt, smiling at you seductively. she takes off her pants until she’s completely nude, crawling slowly yet enticingly in the bed towards you in pure need. she gets closer to you, biting your earlobe, peppering kisses here and there as she whispers in your ear. “ready for more?”

as you lay in the bed dazed, you nod. “words baby.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ says, moving from your earlobe to giving you kisses on your jaw.

“yes. make me feel good. like you said.” you wrap your arms around her, locking your legs onto her lower back. you bring her into a kiss, your taste on her tongue. “i don’t wanna stop until i see stars.”

“your wish is my command princess.” *✧･ﾟFEM YANDERE DELINQUENT/BULLY *:･ﾟ✧ smiles, kissing you once more as you two begin a night of ecstasy.

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February 2025

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