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strawwritesfic · 9 months ago

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Hayato Gokudera x Female!OC: White Day Chocolates

Summary: Gokudera can learn to endure anything given the right motivation.

Rating/Warnings: T (Post-Canon; high school!Gokudera; foul language; White Day; chocolates; dinner date request; Namimori Middle School; Namimori Middle Disciplinary Committee)

Relationships: Gokudera/F!OC; F!OC & F!OC; Hibari & F!OC; referenced Tsuna/Kyoko

Tag List: @imaginesfire

Notes: This is a very humble, very fluffy one shot written for my most long-time Internet friend, Selina. We've been buddies since something like 2006, and while our interests vary, we've both recently returned to our love of Reborn, and thus resurrected our old OCs. She draws sketches of my main OC, Daisuke Fukuda, regularly, so I wanted to return the favor and write her a quick one shot to celebrate her main OC, Lin-Mei.

Just a few quick notes to make here without going into lengthy descriptions of Lin-Mei's character:

1. There's is no actual love triangle involving her, Gokudera, and Hibari. Although there are some storylines we follow where she ends up with Hibari instead, in the Gokudera "route," if you will, he's just paranoid about Hibari because he doesn't like him, and Hibari is a smug asshole who won't go out of his way to assure Gokudera that he isn't interested in "stealing" Lin-Mei from him.

2. While Lin-Mei is slightly younger than the main cast, there's not a huge age gap here. My head canon is that Hibari is old enough to be in high school during the main plot of Reborn!, so it stands to reason that Lin-Mei stays a little longer after she takes over the Disciplinary Committee as well.

3. If it matters at all to you, Lin-Mei's flame attribute is lightning. She's more affiliated with the Cavallone than with the Vongola (having been under Dino's care for several years), but she actually belongs to a specific Chinese assassin family and works for hire.

White Day Chocolates

Hayato Gokudera never had enjoyed his walks to Namimori Middle School. What a shitty trek to what was inevitably wasted time learning from teachers that didn't know what they were doing—or have any idea the massive disservice their dumbass lectures did to the great man within their midst! And there were so many obstacles to get to that waste of time, too. If it wasn't Haru cropping up to annoy everyone, it was that stupid cow causing problems. If it wasn't that stupid cow causing problems, it was Yamamoto breathing in the Tenth's general direction. If it wasn't Yamamoto breathing in the Tenth's general direction, it was group after group of girls who couldn't seem to stop giggling whenever they caught sight of Hayato. And while the first three issues weren't cropping up that afternoon, the last aggravation seemed worse than ever before.

"What are they teaching these idiots these days?" he grumbled as the latest bunch all elbowed each other at his approach. When one dared to meet his eyes, he finally snapped, "Don't you have more important things to do?"

His anger only caused them to titter more. Gritting his teeth, Hayato stalked off on his way. Clearly, there was no getting through to girls like that. Even Haru hadn't learned her lesson yet, and now he and she shared the same homeroom!

Soon the tall, faded school building rose above him. Even more girls in navy sweaters walked past him as he neared the gate, but they didn't stop to giggle. These girls were in more of a rush, and the air of nervousness about them was almost palpable. None of them so much as glanced at Hayato when he came to stop to look up at the clock. The positions of its hands told him he'd made it right on time.

He hadn't been back to Namimori in a long time. Why would he bother? Hayato was in high school now. The responsibilities placed on the Vongola Family grew every day, thus the responsibilities placed on the Tenth's right-hand man grew every day as well. Only people with nothing better to do would bother coming to their middle school just to loiter around the place and reminisce about where they had met their friends, held so-called sumo tournaments, and nearly died countless times. But the one person he could think of like that didn't seem to be around right then.

"Hayato! This is a surprise."

A cheerful, girlish voice in his ear made him jump. He turned to level a glare at whoever dared to giggle at his shock—but the girl standing next to him didn't giggle. She simply hid a smile behind her sleeve before clapping both her hands behind her back.

"Sorry," said Lin-Mei. "I just didn't expect to see you here."

The minute Hayato spotted her, the urge to scream had left him. In fact, he couldn't find his voice at all. His stomach felt a little like it did whenever he spotted his sister sans mask, only more pleasant somehow—probably because he could actually appreciate the way Lin-Mei looked. She'd pulled her brown hair up into a sweeping ponytail, and her spotless uniform differed from the rest of the girls' solely by the vivid crimson band pinned to her upper arm. She had earned that armband, too, so Hayato felt more pleased than irritated to see it, despite his distaste for the person that had worn it before her.

Lin-Mei's smile faded a little as she cocked her head to one side. "Hayato?"

"Hey, jackass. She wants to know you're doing here. Besides trespassing, that is."

Much to his chagrin, Hayato started again. He hadn't bothered to pay attention to Lin-Mei's companion, a tall woman with bleached blonde hair and thin eyebrows that looked even older than he was. Probably he'd met this Disciplinary Committee member before; they were always trailing after their leader, after all. But he'd be damned if he went to the trouble of remembering her name now.

"If you don't have a good reason to be here, screw off," the woman went on.

"I—I have a good reason," Hayato managed to blurt out.

"Do you? Then why don't you cough it up?"

"Because it's none of your goddamn business!"

"Any business taking place on Namimori Middle School grounds is the business of the Disciplinary Committee."

"Arisa."

Lin-Mei didn't raise her voice. Hell, she didn't even change her tone. With a single word and a motion of her hand, she shut her second-in-command's mouth. Arisa sent Hayato a look of purest venom, but marched away in silence, He hoped she'd been sentenced to patrol one of the less pleasant corners of the schoolyard—perhaps Ryohei's old haunt. Chances were slim they'd gotten all the sweat stink out of there yet.

"Hayato."

This time, Lin-Mei grasped his wrist as she spoke. This time, he didn't jump. He just looked into her deep brown eyes—and felt vaguely, again, like he was going to throw up in some unimaginably satisfying way.

"What's the matter?" she asked as she released him. "Do you have a message for me from the Tenth?"

"Well —"

"You know we'll do whatever he needs, me and the girls."

"Right. But —"

"I don't have to tell them who the order comes from if that's what you're worried about. I'll be discrete."

"I didn't come on behalf of the Tenth!"

Why the hell did that take so much effort to spit out? Hayato wasn't a coward, and Lin-Mei absolutely was not his sister or anything like her. He ought to have been able to come in, say what he had to say, and move on. If Yamamoto asked him how things went later—and he certainly would just to spite Hayato—Hayato was not going to tell the Baseball Idiot that he'd chickened out.

"Okay," Lin-Mei said slowly. When he didn't launch at once into an explanation of why he'd come, then, she went on, "Then what gives? I will have to punish you for trespassing if you don't really have a good reason for being here."

Hibari would be pleased. Hayato knew she meant it when she said it, too. Before he could make an even bigger fool of himself then he already had, he screwed up his eyes and said:

"It's March 14th."

Of the whole host of reactions he had expected to result from this proclamation, last on the last was a blink and a curious, "What?"

"It's March 14th," he said again through gritted teeth. "Valentine’s Day was a month ago."

"And?"

The most infuriating thing about this conversation was that Lin-Mei wasn't attempting to raise his blood pressure. She obviously did not understand what Hayato was trying to say. And since he'd come this far, he didn't want to walk away now.

"And I came by...to bring you...some chocolates."

With this last ludicrous confession out of the way, he produced the box he'd been carrying around in his school bag. Lin-Mei's eyes went wide. She gazed at Hayato with open astonishment.

"But Hayato, I didn't give you any chocolates for Valentine's Day."

"I know!" He shoved some hair from his face, hardly noticing when Lin-Mei lifted the box lid to examine the chocolates inside. "I just walked in on the Tenth making some for Kyoko last night, and Reborn was there, and he kept going on and on about the importance of White Day, and how Hibari would understand it, and if the whole chocolate-giving thing worked for the Tenth, it would definitely work for Hibari, and...and...I don't know! I just panicked!"

Lin-Mei swallowed a mouthful of chocolate before stating, "Hibari hasn't given me any White Day chocolate."

"He-he hasn't?"

"No." She pulled the box from his grip and took a bite of another piece of chocolate. "But did you really think a package of store-bought candy would have put you over the top if he had?"

"As though I could cook anything without Bianchi getting into it when she found out who I was making it for," Hayato muttered. Lin-Mei stare made him squirm. How could she just stand there mowing through the chocolates without saying anything? Before she could polish the whole damn thing off and be on her way, he took a deep breath and barreled forward: "That's why there's a part two."

"Part two?"

"Ye-Yeah. I also wanted to know if you'd...if you'd come to dinner with me tonight."

Lin-Mei said nothing. He fixed his eyes on his shoes and did not look up. The minutes crawled passed with nothing to break them up except for her continued chewing. At last, he could take it no longer. He risked glancing upward to see her reaction. Was she gawking at him, shocked that someone like Hayato would do something like ask her out? Was she bright red with embarrassment because he'd confused her signals? No. She really was just steadily eating her way through the box, though she paused long enough to ask:

"Can we talk about the latest post on Mysterious Universe over dinner?"

He could hardly believe his luck, or the fact that her question made him grin fit to put Yamamoto's usual expression to shame. "Of course!"

"It's a date!" Lin-Mei shoved the remains of her gift back into his hands. "But we'll have to go later. I already promised Arisa that we'd go over some budgetary concerns after patrol this afternoon."

Well, that sucked some of the buoyancy out of his grin. But he didn't dare try to talk her out of her Disciplinary Committee duties. He knew from experience that would only end badly for him. "Am I allowed to wait here?" he asked. Facing Yamamoto or the Tenth after this would be a nightmare. Better to put that off as long as possible.

Maybe she understood that, because Lin-Mei appeared to consider his request for a moment. Then she said, "Only if you promise not to smoke on school grounds."

It was the same tone she'd used on Arisa earlier. And just as Arisa knew better than to argue, so did he. "Fine."

Her final smile caused the butterflies from earlier to surge back into his stomach. Hayato thought the sensation couldn't get worse until she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. Before he could recover—hell, before he could even string two coherent thoughts together—Lin-Mei turned on her heel, looked at him over her shoulder, and fluttered her fingers in his direction.

"See you later, Hayato. Happy White Day!"

She was gone in a flash, leaving Hayato standing at the school gate and holding a half-empty box of chocolates, probably looking like the biggest moron in the world (and given his competition solely in the Vongola Family, that was saying something). A few straggling students leaving their approved after-school clubs laughed as they walked by him. He found he didn't care. As he settled against a wall to wait for Lin-Mei to return, he thought to himself that he would endure every agony of walking to Namimori every day, giggling girls and all, if it meant getting to see her smile...and to pull the rug out from underneath Hibari's feet.

#fan fic #straw writes #katekyo hitman reborn #original character #khr oc #khr original character #gokudera hayato #hayato gokudera #gokudera x oc #gokudera x original character #reborn #one shot #gift one shot

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the-parentheticals · 1 year ago

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"it can't be helped," from the scum who can't be helped

Warnings: mugging, brief thoughts about s/a but none actually happens

Summary: Koemi doesn't want to see her brother again. She never has. She never will.

Note: For @badthingshappenbingo, Banished / Cringetober day 15, song lyrics. Yes, this is based on The Purge March.

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It's almost a blessing when Kiyoshi Nishimoto disappears the week before his eighteenth birthday.

She doesn't like him. She hasn't liked him in years. She hasn't liked anyone in this household for years, really, except for perhaps the goldfish.

Koemi's not an idiot. She knows what he was doing, despite their parents' best attempts to pretend otherwise. The jewelry that isn't their mother's, the late nights sneaking in, the discreet calls. Honestly, it's better that he left instead of disgracing their family that way when it inevitably came out.

"Good morning, everyone! It's the beginning of another wonderful day!"

Their parents had freaked out. Spewed the vulgarity that they had always warned her against. Her brother had it coming. She hoped he was dead.

"I know that this situation is a tragedy, but we have to stay strong for my dear brother's sake!"

Koemi doesn't quite believe in this one, but it's her duty to say the words anyway.

"We can't let our sadness control us! We have to move on and always remember him!"

As a terrible example, that is.

Her brother does not deserve her forgiveness. She knows what he was really like--not the hero he thought he was, not the good kid her parents thought he was. No, he was nothing less than scum.

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Three years later, she's seventeen, and she's only further confirmed her belief that everyone else in this family was rotten.

It's not that Kiyoshi's disappearance had done her any favours when starting at high school. They mostly just thought she was weird. Or cursed.

That's the only reason she's walking home alone this late at night. The only one.

She doesn't even move when she feels the knife against her neck. She's grown up to be very pretty, if she says so herself, and she's not even surprised someone's taken an interest.

"You know the drill." The voice is deep and raspy, and she freezes for just a moment. It's a put-on. "Your wallet."

"Or what?"

The knife digs slightly deeper into her skin as answer. Not enough to draw blood, just to make a point.

"As if you could ever lay a finger on your little sister."

The knife pulls a bit, just long enough for a strand of blonde hair to be snipped off. It lies flat against her white sweater for just a moment, before he jerks his arm away and the strand falls to the ground.

She doesn't care for the face of the person in front of her very much, but she supposes she can't stare at her personal belongings forever.

"We're not siblings anymore."

"Of course we are. Unless you kill me now, I suppose, but like I said." She gives a self-assured smile. "You won't."

Kiyoshi looks at her with a characteristic coldness. He's a bit taller now, or maybe it's just his shoes. Not that it really makes a difference, with how short she always has been.

His clothes are surprisingly put-together for someone who's been living who-knows-where. He's still got his suit jacket, vest, and yellow shirt, dirty in a way that their parents would have hated but barely pings on her radar. His hair is messier and covers his right eye just enough that...oh.

"How is your eye?" Koemi smiles. If he won't talk, she'll just have to keep talking. "I suppose whoever caused it is dead now?"

"Why is that your first assumption?"

"I know you, that's why." She clasps her hands together and gives a little hum. He doesn't bother her anymore. Not the way anyone else would. "Pity they didn't take out both."

"My turn to ask the questions. How are our parents, then? Still holding you back?

"You don't know what they've done in three years. For all you know, they've become just like you, and my life's a living hell."

Kiyoshi raises an eyebrow in the way that suggests that he thinks his sister is an utter idiot but doesn't want to admit it just yet.

"They've been doing this for longer than we were alive. You were already in a living hell. But you can--"

"Pity they didn't take out your tongue too." Koemi's smile does not waver,

Kiyoshi ignores her. "You think your rules will keep you safe from the rest of this world. Our parents, double standards..."

"It's worked, hasn't it?"

"You're just as rotten as the rest of us."

"How?"

"You think I'm scum, don't you?"

Koemi nods.

"Then do something about it."

"I could never." Koemi wrenches her arm away. In another universe, it would actually hurt. "That's the difference between us, brother dear."

"I don't make pitiful excuses for doing what has to be done?"

"I don't make people obey my every whim and call it freedom."

"I don't make them do that. I save them from themselves, Ko. I get them away from all the pain in their lives that results from them holding back against those that really want to hurt them."

"You destroy them from the inside. You make them do all the worst excesses we have good reasons for not doing. You make people live according to your beliefs. You're the worst one here, and you don't even know it. You're doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, categorically, emphatically--" Koemi has to stop, because her face is red, and Mother, Father, would never have believed her if she had said it that way. She breathes in. Breathes out. Next--

"I'm sorry for leaving you with them."

She blinks. It's not true. That's definitely not something Kiyoshi would ever have said. Her disbelief has to show on her face.

"I am. They shouldn't have been able to influence anyone like that, especially not you."

"You're sorry? I don't care!"

"I know."

"Remember my screams? My cries? My apologies?"

"I know."

"Don't come back to the house. You left me with them. This should be easy for you." She crosses her arms and leans against a lamp post. "And don't even try following me. I'll know."

"You won't. And I won't."

#badthingshappenbingo #cringetober #pari writes real fics #pari's ocs #my stuff

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blackstarchanx3new · 5 months ago

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If you're wondering the ideas behind these-

Vio and Shadow: Share color palettes, they're gay.

Vio's is comfortable but also hides a lot, since he's closed off by nature. (He's chubby because chubby Vio is cute)

Shadow - Bros' gannon's Link sona lmfao. He's leaning into looking pretty (I didn't look at magnifico at all for this design...wym...)

Green - Pretty prince boy

Red - Back to Link's outfit when he was younger. it's a safe feeling outfit, simple to draw + it's probably the only thing that fits him at this point X'DDD

Blue - Yeehaw gay cowboy. No pants. That's a rule in Blue's designs. X'DDD his legs gotta be NAKED.

Dark - Wearing the colors of the guys who care about him + turtle neck sweaters cause they're cute.

And lore reasons I'm thinking of bringing up in cannon Dark is the one designing their outfits X'D And this is how he sees them rn.

*Dances*

Spoilers for their new outfit plans.

For obvious reasons I couldn't show Red's XDDDD

#fsr rambles #this counts as that lol #dark link #red link #green link #blue link #vio link #shadow link #fsr

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sinnme · 6 years ago

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brain: draw Nea in the virgin killer sweater

me: w-why...?

brain: do it

#oh hey there i go making the ahoge express emotions again #of course Nea would only wear these kinds of things to mess with Ion #come on Nea go easy on him - he's not used to this #the only reason i didn't draw the back of the sweater is cause backs are hard to draw #may do it later tho #🎲 game of dice #♠️ snme art #❤ ionnea

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yandere-sins · 2 years ago

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I just saw the post about Step-Yandere and, uh, where can I get one? My family is very absent and has bad communication problems, it would be nice to have someone who cares, even if he is a yandere lol

We all need some comfort here. Sorry to hear about your situation, hang in there and take care anon ):

I’ll try to get you some affection ♥

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"Mom said dinner is ready."

A voice as honeyed as jarringly annoying rang out from across the room, your new step-sibling leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and smiling like he always did. His eyes roamed over you even though you were watching as he did it, always so satisfied with what he was seeing. It was disgusting. You liked yourself enough to not need his sick compliments or the way he approved your looks with his hungry, devouring eyes. But even layering up, wearing a pullover over a sweater over a shirt, would not stop him from staring. Interacting with him was far beyond uncomfortable at this point.

Hadn't it been going on for so long, it might have driven you to scream and lash out at him the moment he stepped into your sight, but you didn't. You wouldn't get scolded for raising your voice again while he was the golden child that could do no wrong. There was satisfaction for him in the fact that no one believed you when you told him what a creep, stalker, and pervert he was.

Pulling up the blanket over yourself, you buried into your bed further, away from his burning desire to gobble you up with his eyes. "I'm good," you mumbled, feeling only a little hungry. Not enough yet to justify going downstairs with him and eat at the same table while he watched you spoon mashed potatoes into your mouth with something akin to longing reflecting in his eyes. You'd just sneak some leftovers later, like so often these days.

"Are you okay?" he suddenly asked, and your eyes snapped to the side, glaring at him. As if he didn't know he was the reason for all of your discomfort and sucky mood. "Just asking," he defended himself, raising his hands in the air to show his innocence. "You didn't come out of your room all day. I'm just worried about you."

"I'm okay," you grated out, gripping the sides of your book a bit harder.

"It's a good read then, yeah?" Without worry, he stepped inside your room, strolling over before plopping down at your side, peering at you over the book cover. He didn't even hide the fact that the book didn't concern him. Only you. Always you.

You stared right back at him, challenging him and hoping it would cause him to be uncomfortable, but it didn't. He never had enough of your attention on him. Once again, you lost the staring match, wondering why he could keep his eyes open for so long without blinking.

Once he was sure of his victory, he finally looked away to occupy himself with drawing his finger over your arm, unbothered by the fabric separating him and you in multiple layers, content with just touching you. "It's just... I don't like it when they scold you because of me. I'm sure your parents didn't mean what they said this morning, you know... the whole shebang about being a good child and not bother them all the time. You're not bothersome. They just don't know how to show how they feel. They worry about you, I think."

Sighing inwardly, the last thing you needed at that moment was a revision of the happenings of the day. The reason why you were stuck inside your room with your books and phone was as simple as it was frustrating. You just tried to voice your opinion! Talk to your parents when they had wanted you to speak your mind. Even you had noticed how much you changed ever since your new 'stepbrother' moved in with you, but you didn't blame yourself for those changes. But with parents like yours—who were absent from home all the time and bad at communicating when they finally forced a sit-down with all of you—it was no wonder the situation escalated again as they got upset about you having a different opinion than them. You hated your new brother, but they loved him.

It was absolutely sickening.

Pulling your arm away, his eyes widened. His expression turned sulky as you rolled over onto your side, tugging at the blanket until you were cocooned inside it. "I worry about them too," you hissed. "Wonder what you did to them to make them into a bunch of idiots."

He huffed, but amusement was swinging in his voice as he replied, "I did nothing a good child wouldn't have done."

Away from his invasive gaze, you rolled your eyes, his usual, weird excuse having long lost its stun and wonder for you. You knew it was just a farce, a mask he was wearing to hide what he was really after. You. You, you, YOU. As crazy as he made you, he was just as crazy about you.

"Whatever," you grumbled, pulling the book in front of your face again and searching for the sentence you left off. Even if it wasn't easy to get him off your case, you hoped he'd get the hint that the conversation was over and he should leave. His presence didn't lift your mood and didn't solve the problems he was causing in your family. Simply said, he wasn't welcome, and he'd never be.

But instead, you registered his weight leaning over you, hand on your shoulder as he pressed himself close against your body, head lingering above your ear. "Then... would you like me to kill them?"

You stiffened. A cold shudder ran down your spine as you felt his breath against the sensitive skin of your earlobe. With your eyes wide open, you stared straight ahead into your book, but your eyes couldn't concentrate on the words printed on the pages. That was a joke, right? The smile on his face was clearly audible in his voice, though the whole sentence felt like one secret breath that disappeared into thin air the moment it was uttered.

It had been just a whisper, and yet, there had been more emotions in those seven words than in any 'I love you' and 'I am so happy to be next to you' he had said to you before. As if the thought of acting out this idea excited him more than even you did. The order you could give him thrilled him more than your waning attention every day. There was urgency to his request, his fingers wrapping around your arm in a painful clasp, fingernails digging beyond the layers of fabric between you to urge you on; to let you feel how much he wanted this. Wanted to do this for you.

Finally, you jerked, reacting to him. Sitting up, you stared into his deep, dark eyes, trying to find any sort of jest or fun in them when there was nothing. Nothing but your reflection. The corners of his mouth widened, spreading his lips until teeth dragged out from under them, an expression so grotesque as it was serious, not a hint of sanity in it.

"... No," you breathed after letting way too many seconds pass by. Composure pulled him together, softened his smile, brightened his eyes, his expression turning back to a human one. Long fingers on big, warm hands cupped your cheeks, pulling you towards him as he kissed the space above your nose tenderly. You let him. Shock and fear had taken over the control of your body, tightened your throat so as to not scream, not alert anyone. Alert him. The monster inside him.

Even if your 'brother' had been irrational before, he had become a much worse mysterium now. He pulled away slightly, placed his forehead against yours, and moved his head side to side affectionately. "I won't let them hurt you. No one can stand between us, my Darling. Just say the word, my dear Love. I will always, always be with you, and I'll do anything to keep it this way."

The sound of your mom calling from the bottom of the stairs for you two to come to dinner made you flinch. You had been completely taken by the enemy, the murmurs of his voice licking at your skin, his fingers lightly tracing down your jawline while his thumbs brushed over your cheeks. The sparkle in his eyes as he addressed you, above the endless emptiness that seemed to be bottomless. All of it had captured you in its hold until he chuckled, taking a deep breath as his lips preyed upon yours, barely touching and yet, close enough to send shivers down your spine.

And then, he was gone. You gasped loudly as he left, his whole presence having never been so invasive before, and you felt bare and vulnerable now that he left your side. "Think about it," he chirped merrily, waving as he headed straight out of the room, leaving only you and a lot of unwelcome feelings behind. The dirtiness of his touch mixed with the threat of his offer. The brutal, straightforward confessions strangled the feeling of the tender kiss still lingering between your eyebrows. And all together, it was a cacophony of disaster ringing between your ears, your mind unable to keep up with what all just happened.

But you knew. You knew that just because of him—the bastard who made himself a home in the room next to yours, settled down in your family to be closer to you, and threatened the peace and comfort you had come to know—just because of him...

Your life would never be the same.

#yandere sibling #yandere!sibling #yandere step-sibling #yandere!step-sibling #Step-Yandere #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW

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czenniie · 3 years ago

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starry night

part of my 7dream college-series

🥤Genre: fluff, some smut but not a lot, kinda slowburn

🥤Warnings: swearing, smut, a little exhibitionism, fingering, handjob, you get the picture

🥤Trope/AU: a bit one-sided crush but also a bit friends to lovers

🥤Words: 6977

Renjun is a horny art-hoe and a simp but it's fine cause the reader kinda likes it.

Astrology class was Renjun's favorite. The Professor was a snarly old man who also gave art and he knew more about astrology and art than any person Renjun had ever met. The assignments were never boring and his lessons were great. But that wasn't the actual reason why Renjun looked forward to Wednesdays and Fridays every week.

The main reason was you. You sat two rows in front of him but a bit further left which gave him a perfect view of your side profile. His sketchbook was filled with sketches of you.

You looking down while you carefully took your notes, you with a pen in between your lips, you pushing your hair behind your era, you, you, you. Over and over again. Jeno had declared him a psychopath with, quote: 'the biggest boner ever' while Jaemin had just grinned and pinched his cheeks.

Renjun knew that the whole drawing you think was weird. It had started out with just one drawing. Renjun didn't know you at the time, but he was bored in class and realized how perfectly the light was shining onto your face. In the next lesson, he really like the sweater you were wearing and suddenly his entire sketchbook was filled with you. His close friends were the only ones who knew about it and he protected it like a mother protects her baby. He never let it out of his sight, barely even putting it in his backpack. He rather held it in his arms while walking through the corridors of the old school building. Jisung had tried stealing it a bunch of times but never succeeded.

Now he was back in astrology class, drawing you once again. He didn't even try to listen to what Professor Ghafa was saying, way too focused on you and his sketchbook. He liked keeping his sketches in black and white. Using a black fine liner or pencil most of the time. Today your hair was tied up with a black scrunchie (Renjun only knew what they were called because Haechan had been looking for one for his girlfriend and annoyed the shit out of Renjun with it)and since the weather had gotten colder you were wearing a light pistachio green shirt with a big black leather looking blazer over it. Your chin was resting on your hand while you were, unlike Renjun, actually listening to what the Professor was saying.

The professor finished the class before Renjun could finish his drawing and he made a mental note to finish it in the next lesson which was already tomorrow. Since it was his last lesson of the day and he was just gonna go home he stuffed the little black sketchbook into his backpack with all his other stuff. He looked around searching the room for his friends. Jaemin was already walking to the door while Jeno was still flirting with somebody three rows in front of Renjun. He rolled his eyes at the boy and signaled Haechan, who was sitting next to him, that he was gonna go. "See you man." Haechan said, a big smile plastered across his face. 'I don't have a single normal friend' Renjun thought to himself as he threw his backpack over his shoulder. He looked around one more time, but you were already gone.

Thursdays suck. Seven-thirty was too fucking early. You refused to believe that there was a single person on this planet that could focus on anything this early in the morning. And now that summer was over it was even worse. The mornings were already darker and your motivation dropped in sync with the temperature. You rubbed your hands against each other as you entered the old school building. There were barely any students or professors around at it was unusually silent. Probably the only good thing about having to go to class at an ungodly hour.

You quickly found your way to your locker, only having five more minutes before your Chemistry class would start. You quickly entered the code pulling the door open.

A small, folded piece of paper fell out as soon as you opened the door, slowly sailing to the ground. You didn't remember leaving it inside your locker yesterday so you picked it up. It was pretty thick paper and one side locked torn, like it had been ripped out of a book or magazine. You unfolded it, now looking at....yourself? It was a pencil sketch of you sitting in front of your laptop. Your hair was up in a ponytail and you were wearing your favorite blazer. The drawing was clearly just a sketch but still very detailed. You looked up from the piece of paper, searching the hallway for another person but you were all by yourself.

It was definitely a bit weird to just get a drawing of yourself. Especially since it wasn't signed or anything like it. You looked around against, now almost feeling like you were being watched. But after one quick look on your phone, you realized that you were gonna have to worry about it later. You carefully folded the drawing and put it in between the pages of your physics book which you stuffed into your backpack. You closed your locker, making your way upstairs, the image of the small sketch still running laps in your head.

"Okay. Is it a bit weird? Yeah. But that's a really good drawing y/n. Like really really good." Jay held the drawing next to your head, eyes going back and forth between it and your annoyed face. You ripped the piece of paper out of his hand to look at it yourself again. "But who puts a drawing into somebody's locker and doesn't add a name, or a hint at least ?" "Well, it has to be an art major right? No one who is that good a drawing faces does something other than art." The drawing was really good. It looked a littlebit like it wasn't finished yet, but it was still very impressive. "Yeah. You're probably right." You leaned forward, resting your chin on your hand. " You know at first I was a bit weirded out but it was kinda nice, to be honest." Jay gave you a sly, knowing smile. "I don't think anybody has ever drawn me. Especially not that flattering." Jay laughed, leaning further into his chair.

A loud bang made both you and Jay jump in your seats. Another student in your Astrology class had dropped one of his books right next to you onto the stairs. He quickly bend down to pick it up but you caught a glimpse of his face. You were pretty sure his name was Renjun, he lived in an apartment with Jisung who was one of Jay's best friends. The handsome boy quickly picked the book up and mumbled a quiet. "Sorry" without even looking up, then he turned around and walked out of the room very fast. He was kinda cute. His front pieces of hair were bleached and tucked behind his ears, the glasses on his nose were kinda crooked and he was wearing a really comfy-looking green jacket. "Soo" Jay said after Renjun had left the room, his friend Haechan right behind him. "How many cute Art Majors do we know?"

Renjuns head was buzzing, the blood rushing through his veins as he basically ran through the old school building. The big front door came into his sight and he sped up even more, ignoring Haechans yelling. He pushed the door open. The cool fall breeze hit him right in the face and knocked the air out of his chest for a couple of seconds. He came to a halt right behind the door, hearing it falling shut and being pushed open again.

"Renjun." Haechan let out a loud breath as he walked out of the building. "When the fuck did you become this fast?" Renjun couldn't speak. Your words were still echoing through his head. You had his sketch. The one he did in class yesterday. But there was no way that you could have it. His sketchbook was in his backpack.

Renjun slid said backpack off his shoulders, dropping the books in his hands to the ground. "Renjun" Haechan tried again, but the other boy had already unzipped his backpack and turned it upside down. Pens, erasers, sticky notes, and a couple of pieces of paper fell to the ground and down the stairs. "Renjun what in the world are you doing?" Haechan looked at his friend like he was crazy. "It's gone. " Renjun mumbled, turning his backpack around again to look inside it, but there was nothing. "My sketchbook, it's gone. But I put it in there yesterday."

Renjun was starting to panic, now speaking faster and in a higher tone. "After class, I put it in there like I always do. I always put-" He turned to his friend and stopped mid-sentence. The slightly taller boy was scratching the back of his head, looking down at his shoes with a guilty smile across his face. "Haechan" Renjun growled, turning towards the Boy while gripping the backpack straps in between his Hands.

"I had to do it." The Boy almost yelled out. "You never would have done it so I had to."

Renjun was sure that there was smoke coming out of his ears.

"And Yesterday was the perfect opportunity." The smaller boy dropped his backpack which landed on all of his stuff that was still laying on the stairs. "I'm going to murder you." He mumbled before he jumped towards Haechan. The brown-haired boy let out a screech and jumped down all four steps at once before running towards one of the big old ginkgo trees. Renjun ran after him, completely ignoring the fact that his belongings were literally everywhere. Haechan arrived at the ginkgo tree and hid behind it. Renjun had almost reached it as well, but two strong arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him back, away from the traitorous boy and the Yellow tree.

"What did he do?" Jeno was still holding onto Renjun, both looking at the tree Haechan was hiding behind. Renjun barely registered what Jeno said. His brain was working overtime, your voice and face playing in it over and over again. He couldn't believe that Haechan had done it. That was his worst nightmare. Literally, the worst possible thing that could have happened. You could never find out that it was him.

"Renjun?" The boy flinched as he heard his name again, pushing Jenos arms away so he could escape his hold. "He gave her my sketch." Renjun whispered, still out of breath from the chasing. He could see in Jenos face that the boy knew right away what that meant. "Oh shit." Jeno mumbled raising one hand to his face. "Well then don't let me stop you from killing him."

"Jenoooo" Haechan whined from behind the tree, his head slightly peeking out. "She said she likes it. So I think I actually did a very good thing." He followed up his whine, now almost smiling again. "Well of course she likes it." Jeno said, his hand still raised to his chin. "Who wouldn't like a pretty sketch of them. It's almost like a secret love letter. Girls like that kinda shit don't they." Haechan stepped out from behind the tree, nodding in agreement. "But you still took his stuff without asking so it was a dick move nevertheless." Jeno went on. Both boys now realized that Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He had turned around and was staring at the school building.

"She likes it." He suddenly whispered, making a tiny jump into the air. "She likes my drawings." Where there had been an angry frown just mere seconds ago, there was now a bright smile with twinkling eyes. Jeno smiled fondly at his friend who completely forgot about his existence, trapped in his own world.

"Is this a good time to tell him that I also dropped his sketchbook on the way home and now half of the pages are covered in dirt?" Haechan was now standing next to Jeno, both looking at the smaller boy. "Open up your mouth and I will make sure it's the last time you do so." Jeno mumbled back through gritted teeth, too quiet for Renjun to hear.

Renjun had been chewing on his pencil for the past 20 minutes. His right leg was bouncing up and down and he was completely oblivious to the angry looks Jaemin and Chenle were throwing at him.

Yesterday, after getting the dirty sketchbook back from Haechan (and a second attempt to murder him that wasn't stopped by Jeno this time but by the fact that Haechan was simply faster than Renjun), he had put another sketch into your locker. He decided on one he did a couple of weeks ago. The weather had still been warmer and you were wearing a shirt with a print from a Tv show Renjun didn't know. After panicking about it the entire night and barely getting any sleep Jaemin explained the situation to Jisung and made him offer to find out what you were thinking about it.

He was friends with that Jay kid you were always hanging out with so he could talk to him without raising suspicion. Now he was back in their shared apartment with Jaemin and Chenle, waiting for Jisung to come home. Haechan had decided to sleep over at his girlfriend's place, as usual, and no one really knew where Mark and Jeno were.

Renjun jumped off the couch as he heard a key being turned in the lock. The tall boy walked into the living room while looking at his phone, unaware of Renjuns waiting stare. Chenle cleared his throat, very loudly, finally making Jisung lookup. "Oh, I'm sorry Hyung." Jisung mumbled as he saw Renjuns face. He pushed his phone in his back pocket, nearly killing Renjun with anticipation. "Jay says she likes it." Renjun basically melted back into the couch, a huge wave of relief washing over him. "She was apparently really excited when she found the second one today so I really think you should keep going Hyung." Jisung was somehow already munching on something despite having been home for literally 5 seconds.

He kept talking for a couple more seconds but Renjun wasn't listening anymore. He would have to go through all of his sketches and pick out the best ones. At least out of the ones Haechan didn't ruin. And he would have to find a way to get them into your locker without being seen. He now knew that you liked his drawings but he was very far away from admitting to you that they were his. You had barely talked, so even if you liked the drawings you would probably still think that he was a psychopath. He couldn't risk that. No, he had to do this the right way.

"I think I should ask Renjun about it" Jisung, who was sitting next to you, choked on his ramen. You quickly started patting his back as the poor boy kept coughing, trying to catch his breath. Jay who was also sitting at the table was completely unbothered by his friends near-death experience. Jisung stopped coughing after a couple of seconds and looked at you.

"Since when do you know Renjun?" You shrugged your shoulders. "I don't. But he's an art major right? So maybe he can find out who's been putting the drawings in my locker. And you know him so you could introduce me." You gave him a smile, trying to look as nice as possible. You weren't looking at Jay but you could still see him roll his eyes. You ignored him. "You still have no idea who is doing the drawing?" Jisung asked, now munching on his ramen again. You shook your head.

It's been over two weeks since you found the first sketch in your locker. Since then there was one every single day. You caught yourself being excited to go to school, just so you could open the small piece of paper. Some of them were just out of pencil, others were colored in. One even looked like it was done with watercolor, but your knowledge of art was too small to be sure. But they were always your side profile. Never from the front. And always down to your arms.

"I mean I guess you could ask Renjun." The tall boy said. "I have practice in ten minutes but I'm sure he's in the art classroom. He's basically always there." Jisung scrunched his nose, staring at the bottom of his empty bowl. "But wouldn't it be weird?" You asked as the two boys got up and put on their jackets. "We don't even know each other. I can't just show up and ask him who draws me every day." "Nah it's fine. I'm sure Renjun won't mind." He raised one of his large hands as a goodbye and pushed Jay out of the cafeteria. Jay looked a bit confused and yelled a quick "Bye." over his shoulder before he disappeared with Jisung, leaving you and your half-empty bowl of ramen alone at the table.

The art classroom was on the very other side of the campus. It took you a little over ten minutes to reach the old building and you were sure your fingers were gonna fall off as you opened the old wooden door. Warm air brushed against your fingers and you let out a little happy squeal, rubbing your hands against each other.

The hallway was a little dark, only every other light working. It was one of the oldest buildings on campus with brick walls and arched doors. The building was home to all the more creative majors. The first two doors to your left and right were for the music students. The other rooms in the hallway belonged to the acting majors and at the very end, there was the teacher room. Right before the classroom started there was a small staircase leading up to the second floor that was reserved for just the art majors.

You took the stairs and walked up to a hallway that looked basically the same as the one on the first floor, just a bit smaller. You made your way to the first door, opening it carefully. But there was just an empty classroom filled with all sorts of paint, stone and anything you could imagine. You had more luck in the second classroom. The room was a lot brighter than the last one.

Renjun was sitting in a corner right next to the window. He didn't hear you walk in, too focused on the canvas in front of him. He was drawing a scene out of a cafe. It looked quite cozy and very realistic. "Wow. That's really good." You said, closing the door behind you. Renjun jumped out of his chair, looking like a deer in headlights.

"I'm sorry." You took a step closer. "I didn't mean to scare you. But Jisung told me I could find you here." The boy stared at you for a couple more seconds before he nodded slowly. You waited for fo a couple of seconds but Renjun didn't say anything so you broke the silence once again. "I have a kinda weird question." You said walking to the table where he had but all of his painting materials. You pulled your notebook out of your back to show him one of the sketches from your locker. Renjun took a step closer to the table as well.

He smelled like paint and freshly washed clothes. "Somebody has been putting these sketches in my locker and I was wondering if you maybe know somebody who does drawings like that?" You laid the paper down on the table so Renjun could see it better. He leaned forward over the table, his bleached pieces of hair falling into his eyes.

It was the first time you were really looking at him. You of course had seen him a bunch of times before but usually in the hallway or when he picked Jisung up from Lacrosse practice. He always seemed like he was in a rush. Like he had to be somewhere else. He looked up at you, actually looking you in the eyes for the first time. There was an uncomfortable silence for a couple of seconds before Renjun opened his mouth.

"I- I don't know. Sorry." He mumbled, stumbling over his words. You had already kind of expected that answer so you just nodded a little sad and put the sketch back to the others. "Did you keep all of them?" Renjun sounded a little surprised, looking down at the notebook in your hands. You nodded again. "They're really good." You answered like that was the only reason. You didn't know Renjun well enough to tell him that it was more than that. That they made your day better and that they made you feel better about yourself. Especially on the kind of days when you didn't feel comfortable in your own skin, when suddenly none of your clothes seemed to fit, when your thighs looked two times bigger than they did the day before and your skin had a mind of its own. Looking at the sketches helped. Seeing yourself through the eyes of another person helped.

"I could try." Renjun suddenly said making you look up at him. "Finding out who is drawing them I mean." He started playing with the ring around his finger, Jisung had the same one, while avoiding your eyes. "You don't have to Renjun. I was hoping you'd maybe know, but it's fine. I'll have to find another way." Renjun seemed to disagree, now actually looking at you again. "Seriously y/n. I mean they're probably an art major. So let me try at least. And if you don't mind then you can come by again next week. Maybe I can find him."

The handsome boy seemed suddenly very awake and quite edger to help you. There was no way you could say no to those brown eyes. "You sure?" Renjun nodded, hair flapping up and down. "So I'll just come back on Thursday? And you can tell me if you know something new?" Renjun nodded again. "Okay, then I guess we have a date." You gave him a smile that grew even wider when you saw how his cheeks turned a bright red color. "By the way, what are you drawing?"

Thursdays are the best day of the week. Yes, 7:30 was still really fucking early, and it had gotten even colder in the past weeks, your way to college now even covered in snow. But something had changed. Now Thursday was the day of the week where you got coffee after your physics class and then walked all the way over to the other side of campus just to sit in the comfy art classroom and talk to Renjun.

You were almost a little mad at Jisung for never properly introducing you to Renjun. You really enjoyed the time you spend with him. Some days you both just sat there without talking while Renjun was drawing and you were doing your homework. On other days you basically chewed the poor boy's ear off while he was just trying to finish his painting. But most of the time you were just talking with each other.

Most of your friends were studying something similar to you, but Renjun experienced the very opposite college life to yours. You had never had a lot of interest in art, but Renjun made it seem like something very special. The sketches in your locker had become more of a background topic. There was still one in your locker every day and you were still very excited about them but they had also kind of turned into an excuse so you could keep going to the art room. And hearing Renjun talk about his major or telling you about something stupid Jisung did was just way more interesting.

Today you entered the classroom at exactly 2 pm. Renjun was sitting in his usual spot, not even bothering to look up. "Hi y/n." He said, obviously focused on the canvas in front of him. He had finished the cafe picture last week and was now working on a new one, but you couldn't tell what it was yet. You walked over to put both coffees down on his table and took off your jacket. It was damp from the snow outside so you hung it on another chair. The pencil sketch looked like a night sky with a couple of trees and some mountains in the back. "What you drawing?" You asked while sitting down opposite him. "Starry night ?"

Renjuns head shot up abruptly, gaze now fixated on you. "You can't be serious y/n" He looked completely flabbergasted, like his soul had just left his body. You started laughing. "I'm sorry Renjun. That's the only famous painting I know. Well and the Mona Lisa of course." Renjun shook his head. "You're a philistine, a barbarian even. Jesus y/n where did you go to school?" "Ey don't blame my school education for my lack of interest in art. How well did your school do with teaching you math and physics huh?" You shot back, the banter already feeling too familiar. You stared at each other for a couple of seconds, his eyes twinkling with joy.

"Touche." He mumbled, turning his attention back on his painting. "You still a philistine. And I'm not drawing starry night. It's just going to be a night sky, but with watercolor." You took a sip of your coffee. "You know you could tell me that starry night was done with watercolor and I would believe you. Right ?" Renjun shook his head while adding more charcoal lines to the canvas.

"Do some physics homework. Then I can at least pretend that you're smart." You started laughing, making Renjun giggle at his own joke as well. Your heart did the same traitorous little jump it did every time Renjun laughed. Or smiled at you. Or touched you. Or waved you goodbye. You quickly shook your head, banning all thoughts into the very back of your mind. That wasn't the point of these little meetings. Aside from the fact that Jisung would probably murder you If he knew that you were falling in love with his roommate.

"And they were roommates." You mumbled to yourself, still caught up in your own thoughts. "What?" Renjun was looking at you again, this time more confused and less offended than a couple of seconds ago. "Nothing." You said quickly. "So." You cleared your throat. " How's the search for my mysterious artist going?" Renjun smiled at the canvas, not looking up at you. "I still don't know who it is. But I have a feeling that I'll know very soon." Now he had your full attention. "What? How? Is there somebody who you think it could be?" Renjun just kept smiling not answering any of your questions. "Come ooon." You whined. "You can't just leave me hanging like that. Renjuuun." The whining didn't help. "You'll know soon. I'm sure." You knew that that was the only answer that you were gonna get out of him. So you just sat back, pouted, drank your coffee, and watched Renjun as he created his next masterpiece.

You had always liked astrology class but now that you knew Renjun better you liked it even more. It was another day where you got to see the handsome boy, even though you didn't get to talk to him much during the lessons. But you actually started hanging out with him outside of the art classroom. He had joined you, Jisung, and Jay a couple of times during lunch and you started going to Jisungs place more often, staying after the taller boy had already left because you were still talking to Renjun or watching a movie. It was safe to say that at this point you were head over heels for him. You hadn't expected to like him that much. Actually, you didn't expect to like him at all. To you, he had always been just one of Jisungs friends. He had mostly male friends that were older than him and honestly most of them looked quite terrifying.

Well aside from Chenle at least. But you had never paid much attention to Renjun. He was obviously handsome, but so were weirdly most of Jisungs friends. They should become a boyband.

But Renjun surprised you. He was smart, witty, very calm but then suddenly looked like he was gonna explode in the next second. He was so incredibly talented and sweet. Flirting with him and watching his cheeks turn bright red had become your favorite activity to Renjuns and Jisungs despair but you couldn't help it.

You got up from your chair after the astrology lesson was finished. The teacher was frantically searching for all of his papers while students already stormed past his desk to leave the room. You were waiting for Jay to pack his stuff as Renjun and his friends Haechan and Jaemin walked past you. Jaemin who was first in line threw you a charming smile and kept walking, Renjun was right behind him. He smiled at you as well but stopped next to your desk. He was just about to say something when Haechan, who was talking to somebody else, walked straight into Renjun.

Both boys stumbled and the small sketchbook Renjun was holding in his arm fell to the floor. You quickly bent down to pick it up but stopped in your movement. The sketchbook had fallen open and once again you were looking at a sketch of yourself. It looked just like all the other ones that you had gotten. You picked it up, amazed by the fact that it was Renjun. You should have known. "Renjun." You said, standing straight again and looking up from the book. But he wasn't looking at you. He was already running down the few stairs, past other students and a confused Jaemin. "Renjun." You yelled after him but he didn't react, running out of the room as fast as he could.

So there you were standing with his sketchbook in your hands, yourself looking up at you. You blinked a few times, unable to process what had just happened. "Well. I guess we should have realized that quicker huh." Jay said behind you, looking over your shoulder. Haechan took a step closer to you, gently closing the book in your hands. "I guess you know where he is." He smiled, and then walked down the stairs as well, leading a still confused-looking Jaemin out of the room.

But he was right, you knew exactly where Renjun was.

The building was empty as usual, your steps echoing through the old walls. You pushed the door open, finding Renjun in his usual spot. But he wasn't looking at a painting. Both of his elbows were resting on the table in front of him, hands covering his face. "Renjun" you said carefully, trying not to scare the boy. He didn't move. He just whispered something you couldn't understand. "I have your sketchbook." You continued, clueless about what to say. On your way to the building, you had thought of a billion things that you wanted to say to him. But now that he was sitting in front of you, they had all disappeared into thin air.

You quietly walked over to him, putting down the booklet next to him. His face was still buried in his hands. "Renjun." You tried once again. "Can you please look at me?" "Are you mad?" He suddenly asked, still not looking at you. "What. No. Why would I be mad at you?" He finally raised his head. His eyes were red like he was close to crying. He looked confused and surprised at the same time. "You're not? But I, I lied to you. For quite a while. And I drew you without asking you. Arent you like I don't know crept out?" He looked so genuinely confused that you just really wanted to hug him. If he only knew.

"I mean I guess I would have liked finding out another way, but we only really got to know each other because of that. But I really really like your drawings Renjun. And I love our little dates in here. They're my favorite part of the week." Renjun stared at you for a couple of seconds, a bunch of emotions rolling over his face. "So you don't hate me?" He then asked. "No." you smiled and took his hand, rubbing your thumb over his birthmark. "Quite the opposite actually." You added carefully. You could see the second your words arrived in his head, making his eyes light up and his mouth falling open slightly.

"Does that mean I finally get to kiss you?" You laughed and nodded. Renjun leaned over, pressing his lips onto yours, silencing your laughter. "Come over here." He mumbled pulling you to his side of the table, getting up from his chair as well, connecting your lips for another kiss.

"Remind me to thank Haechan." He mumbled in between two kisses, which made you stop. "For what?" You asked. "Running into you?" "Oh no not that was the worst moment of my life." You both giggled. "But he actually but the first sketch into your locker, and I only kept going after Jisung told me that you liked it." "The fact that I now know it was you doesn't mean you have to stop putting them in my locker you know. They were the highlight of my day. So you can't just take that away from me." Renjun laughed pulling you even closer. "I'm an artist y/n. I'll need payment." "Mhmm." You mumbled. "I think I can do that."

Your lips pressed softly onto his making the boy moan against them. You couldn't help but smile against his lips. "You're so cute." You mumbled in between two kisses. His hands wandered down your sides, resting right above your hipbones where he gripped your sweater. His tongue parted your lips, demanding entrance. You both moaned as your tounges touched. Renjun pushed you against the table as you pushed your fingers into his hair.

Then his hands wandered lower, below your thighs so he could help you sit on the table. Both of you paid no mind the all the pencils and brushes falling off the table, too immersed into each other. Renjun stepped in between your legs, making you push them further apart. He pulled his lips away from yours, foreheads still connected. You were both breathing heavily. His hard dick pushing against your warm core. A shiver ran down your spine as you looked at the handsome boy in front of you. His hair was a mess, swollen lips, eyes dark and filled with longing.

"You have no idea how badly I want you." He pressed a small kiss onto your cheek. "But we can't do this in here." You gave him a cheeky smile. "Why not?" Renjun rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to pull my dick out in the art classroom y/n." You pushed yourself closer to him, mouth against his neck. "Who said you have to take it out?" You mumbled, lips never leaving his sensitive skin. You quickly moved your hands to his waistband, opening the button of his jeans. You let your left hand glide down, palming him through his jeans, while your right hand played with the band of his underwear that was peeking out from under his jeans. Renjun moaned into your hair.

"Can I?" You asked, fingertips caressing the soft skin. Renjun let out another moan of approval and you slipped your hand below his waistband. His dick was already hard but felt still soft against your skin. You carefully wrapped your hand around him making him moan yet again. "Oh fuck." His head fell against your shoulder where he left small kisses in between moans.

You slowly started moving your hand further down rubbing your thumb over his already leaking tip. He shivered against you, the small movement bringing life back into his limps. He raised his head again looking you straight in the eyes. They were shining with lust which send a hot shiver down your spine.

"You're gonna kill me." he mumbled before he raised both hands to your shoulders. He carefully started pulling down the soft fabric of your big knitted sweater, revealing more and more skin to him. You nodded to his asking look and he pulled it further down your shoulder, revealing the lace bra you were wearing underneath. Renjun let out jet another moan before he pressed a kiss onto the fabric making you moan as well. Your hand kept moving in his pants, making his dick grow larger and larger, while his mouth kept liking over the light blue fabric of your bra, tinting it dark. His left hand started drawing circles over your neglected nipple, his other hand wandering down your side again, this time halting on your butt, squeezing the soft skin. His right hand now pushed down the lacey fabric until your boob was completely uncovered. He removed his mouth from your other nipple so he could look at you. He rubbed his thumb over the sensitive skin making you moan loudly.

Renjun smiled and pushed the other cup down as well. He gave you a cocky smile that disappeared as soon as you wrapped your hand more tightly around his dick. His hand now left your nipple, moving down your body until it reached the waistband of your leggings. You gave him another nod as his eyes asked for permission and he slipped his hand into your panties. His fingers quickly found the wet folds. Renjun cursed again, pushing his fingers in between them while you were still moving your hand up and down his dick. He carefully pushed a finger against your entrance, drawing small circles against the sensitive skin, before he finally pushed it inside of you. You threw your head back at the feeling and Renjun used the moment to pull one of your nipples back into his mouth while still caressing your insides with his soft finger.

Your hand his pants started moving quicker, both of you now completely caught up in each other. He slowly pushed another finger inside of you, both of you moaning simultaneously. "You're so fucking tight." He mumbled, lips still around your nipple. His dick was now completely hard in your hand, making it impossible for you to wrap it around him. You started rubbing your thumb over his tip again making him shake against you. He took your nipple in between his teeth and pulled on it making you scream. Renjun let go a giggled slightly, the fingers inside of you still moving relentlessly. "We're still in public baby." He smiled pressing a quick kiss onto your lips. "We'll then make me come so we can go to my apartment and you can make me scream as much as you want." You whispered back, completely aware of what your words did to Renjun.

His mouth went back to your chest without another word, his finger pumping in and out of you making obscene noises. His palm was pressing against your clit making you moan over and over again. You could feel his dick starting to pulsate in your hand while you also felt the heat rise in your stomach. "I'm gonna cum." You said, or screamed not in control of your own body anymore. Renjuns fingers moved even quicker, him moaning against your skin as well. He sucked your nipple into his mouth once again and your orgasm washed over you. With your free hand, you pushed his head closer to your chest. Your body was shaking while Renjun now caressed your clit with his thumb, making your orgasm even more intense.

Still shaking you could feel Renjun coming as well. Face buried in your chest, he whined loudly as he emptied his dick into your hands and his boxer shorts. You both kept caressing each other for a couple more seconds. You could have fallen asleep right on the spot, after the best orgasm you had ever had and with Renjuns skin still against yours.

Renjun carefully pulled his hand out of your pants. He couldn't help but stare at the glistening fingers, pushing one into his mouth so he could taste you. He could have come on the spot once again. You moaned at Renjuns face, pulling your hand out of his pants as well. You mirrored his actions, licking some of his cum off of your own fingers. You both just stared at each other, amazed by what had just happened.

You looked at him like you could read his thoughts, like you knew every little thing that was going on in his head. You gave him a sly smile. "You gonna draw me like one of your french girls?" You asked now with clean fingers. Renjun tried really hard not to think too much about what you just did. He let out a huff of air and took a step back to pull up his pants properly, trying to ignore the sticky feeling of his underwear.

"No." He mumbled while also pulling your sweater back into place, pressing a quick kiss against your soft lips. "But If you ask really nice I might try and paint 'starry night' onto your bedroom ceiling."

#nct #nct dream #nct imagine #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct renjun #renjun #renjun fluff #renjun smut #nct dream smut #nct dream fluff #yes I had to make the boyband joke #and yes I had to google the word philistine #fyi: a philistine is somebody who doesn't know shit bout art #✌️#🌱

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years ago

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In another life, in another time

Dialogue prompt- 27. what happened to us ? Part - 25 | part 31 coming soon |

TW- HEAVY ANGST | Amnesia | Sorry In advance..

Perhaps in another life, In another time, We'd be together.

The beats thumped louder, the footsteps dissolved somewhere in the big building. Harsh breaths leaving Harry's lips could be hear by anyone sitting besides him, he was grieving perhaps or breathing as a task to stay alive for a mere few seconds, even if he wasn't dying, a part of him was slowly approaching senescence, at least that's what he felt.

And finally he saw the healer's coming out talking to each other, whispering in low tone. He could sense the bad news by the way their faces expressed but he held onto a little hope. Just a little.

" Mr. Potter ?" One of the Healer approached harry as the other one's left offering him a sympathetic smile.

"H-he's fine, he is, right?" His voice came out in tremble with trying to control his trembling hands by his sides.

" he's fine " the healer pressed his lip in a thin line before adding " but -"

" no please. No Buts-"

" I'm sorry Mr. Potter. He- draco have suffered some rare oblivation spell. I'm sorry harry, draco have amnesia, anterograde or retrograde, we're not sure of it as of now "

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" I'm very glad we were Able to summon you mr. Potter " the healer offered harry a little smile as he pointed the chair in front of the desk to be attempted.

Harry hummed as he sat down on the chair, Shaking.

" I'm going to ask this as a friend harry, when was the last time you slept ?" He huffed.

Harry leaned back over the chair uncomfortably, gulping " I don't know " he grunted

" harry- y- you have to understand what I'm trying to tell you, alright ?" The healer asked. Harry nodded in soft lazy motions, yawning.

After supposedly half an hour, he walked out, every corner of his mind filled with unblinking thoughts. Draco didn't remember harry, he only remembered parts of harry that seemed much like a dream to him and there seemed little hope that he would but the Healer had suggested harry to try again, after unsuccessful attempts and practically forcing draco to remember him. This time harry was to need to a strategy to help draco remember thing's and the only way to it was by storing away his memories.

He passed by draco's ward watching him look outside the window, sitting on the edge of the bed, all alone. Harry wanted to go inside, try once again but he was sure by his previous Attempts he had scared off draco and harry was probably the last person he wanted to see as of now.

Heavy hearted harry walked home drenching himself in rain unknowningly, thoughts of draco brimming his mind to care about anything else.

" you'll have to try but you have to remember harry, he doesn't remember any part of your relationship and he might not even remember you forgiving him. You'll have to start from scratch. If you want him back harry you need do "

He opened the door to his apartment, memories of theirs of cooking on the kitchen, cuddling in the couch, laughing and throwing at pillows at each other, smiling at each other from across the hall, making out against the wall, all of it lingered in the background as a television show not ready to stop but harry didn't raise an eye as he walked into the shower and sat down with clothes on and remained there, numbness invading his senses until Ron had came to visit harry and had forced him out of the shower, helping him get dried up.

" I know it's hard harry, but he doesn't remember you "

" but we've been together for 5 years, he must remember something, anything ?"

" I'm not sure how but during the time of attack draco might've been trying to conceal his memories of you but instead of locking them away, he might've exposed them. In attempts to conceal them, he gave the attacker entrance to it and he possibly have forgotten everything about the relationship "

" how long were you in the shower for ?" Harry suddenly was broken out of numbness, finding Ron putting food over table.

" when did you came here ?" Harry only asked.

Ron looked at in little shock at harry before he sighed, letting it pass " I got you out of the cold shower "

Harry nodded, watching the food presented before him.

" from the looks of it, you met the healer today, didn't you ?" Ron asked. Harry looked up but didn't answer. He didn't know how to. He wasn't sure he could answer even.

" harry, It's been days. If you can't forget him, don't let him. His entire memory isn't blocked. You can try-"

" I've tried Ron but I gave the love of my life an almost panic attack in Trying to make him remember me " harry yelled

Ron startled and saw harry break down in front of him over the kitchen table, " I miss him, ron, he's here but I miss him "

" you have to try this time more patiently harry. If you want him back, you have to " Ron rubbed Harry's back as he hugged him.

" I- I don't know how to ron. It's hard " harry sobbed

"something is better than nothing. Try harry. Trying Is the only hope you've gotten "

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Harry shook his hands by his side violently, trying to shake off his anxiety and practiced deep breaths beforehand he knocked on the door.

" come in " he heard.. harry let out a deep breath before he plastered a smile and finally walked through the door.

" hi " harry waved awkwardly

" you " draco raised an eyebrow at harry. Harry closed his eyes, remembering why he is doing this.

" I was wondering if we could talk about the other day ?" Harry asked not moving a step forward

" haven't you done enough " draco rolled his eyes.

Harry swallowed " I- I just wanted to apologise "

" for which part exactly ? The yelling at me like a baboon or basically causing me a panic attack "

" both " harry sighed " listen, I don't think you understand how hard this is for me-"

" hard for you ? I'm the one who doesn't remember people, I've lost chunk of memories and it's hard for you" draco narrowed his eyes at harry

" I- I understand but you see- well it's not as same as you- but-" but harry couldn't go on. He couldn't and draco only waited for him to go on. He didn't.

" you know what it doesn't matter. Let me reintroduce myself, Hi I'm harry potter, I'm your used to be arch nemesis and i- we- well I'd like to be friends with you "

" friends with me? Like my days have became that had that I'd be friends with you potter!? " Draco Airily laughed " no thanks I'm fine "

If only draco knew what he had done, if he only knew. Harry couldn't stand it. He thought he could but he couldn't. He ran out into the washroom and let his burying feelings evade, breaking into heavy sobs. He couldn't do it. Not when he knew Draco didn't remember anything, that he didn't remember harry.

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" where did you ran to yesterday ?" Draco asked as harry fetched him water today

" I- I had Somewhere to be " harry cleared his throat as he gave him the glass of water.

" it was weird. You asked me to be your friend, then you ran and yet here you are again. There's something weird about you Potter-"

" harry, please " it hurt even to think of how draco didn't know what he was doing by calling him potter.

" it's weird. I've always called you potter, It'd be weird to call you by your first name. Besides I don't think we are on first name basis " draco shrugged his shoulders as he watched harry leaned against the wall, fumbling with the zip of his jacket.

" right, I forgot "

" weird, you're not the one who have amnesia.. you are acting strange you know that. Pretty weird " draco frowned

" it- well we used to be to- friends. We were friends so it's just weird how now you call me potter when I'm used to being harry for you "

"still weird. I mean I at least remember being with people, but you, no recollections as if we were never even friends. Hope you're not lying potter " draco casually said.

Harry exhaled deeply, tears forming at the brim of his eyes " it's alright. You can call me potter until we become friend's "

" why are you so persistent on being friends with me ? I thought you hated me ?" Draco curiously asked.

" because " harry couldn't go on. He couldn't.

" you need to start finishing your sentences potter " draco raised his eyebrows at harry mockingly.

Harry hummed and just stood there watching draco flip pages of a magazine until Draco asked him to leave. Harry did. He had no other option.

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" you didn't come yesterday ?" Draco asked one day, watching harry knit a sweater for him..

" I- I had something " he lied. He was lying in bed haunted by draco visiting his dreams, sitting on an empty date table at their 6th anniversary, day they were supposed to move in together, eating draco's favourite dish, all by himself.

" not very nice of you skip a night if you're trying to be friends " draco teased. Harry looked up at Draco with a small smile before he went back to knitting.

Draco observed harry as if he was a blank canvas waiting to be drawed upon, his glance curious. Draco would be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't curious about why harry was the only one so persistent about being friends, as if there were greater reasons but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he only remembered him apologizing to him after war, and nothing else.

" do you not sleep at all or those dark circles are just fashion ?" Draco asked

"I- have trouble sleeping " harry replied, pressing his lips in a thin line.

" you can sleep around here if you want to you know.. It'll be a secret" he cared. Draco cared and it only offered false hope to harry, one he should've been very much aware of not to fall into trap to.

" I'll keep that in mind " for the first time harry offered draco a warming smile before he began knitting again and draco absent-mindedly flipped pages of magazine again.

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" wow- such a grand celebration " draco laughed as he saw his friends come in with cakes and balloons

" since you couldn't celebrate your half birthday as you always do, we thought we'd bring it to you " pansy chimed.

Draco laughed and started singing along with them as they sang the birthday song, making draco happier than he had felt in days. And in even so everything, he couldn't stop thinking about harry standing in the background, then walking out in the Middle. Hermione followed him outside and from what draco saw, it seemed like she was hugging him, trying to probably comfort him, but before he Could've stared any longer, pansy forced him to cut the cake.

Something felt missing, there was and it Haunted draco to think of what it was. There was no one more hurt by the fact that he couldn't remember even when he tried so hard. He knew there was something missing, he could feel it, he just didn't know what and for whatever reason, it felt it was related to harry.

" y- that necklace " draco had pointed out at Harry's neck when he was helping draco with adjusting his pillows.

" that-"

" it's yours " harry smiled lightly, helping Draco lean backwards.

" how? How do you have it ?"he asked curiously.

" you gifted it to me, don't you remem- " harry stopped himself.

" you gifted it to me. You can have it back if you want " harry offered as he hesitantly reached his neck to unlock it but draco stopped him.

" it's fine. Keep it. Feels like it holds much meaning to you than to me " draco replied.

Harry gazed at draco softly before he pressed a small kiss on his forehead " it does " harry whispered and left, like a dying wind.

Draco played with the ring on his finger for a larger part of the night, haunted by the fact again that harry had different motives. He Could sense it but the more he tried to think, the more he felt as though he was stepping away, more he was forgetting and it ached draco. He knew it, he felt it but he was too Afraid. He was afraid of hurting even if he didn't know what he'd even do.

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" harry, stop this " one day draco abruptly said while harry was helping With last of draco's bandages

" what? What do you mean ?" Harry asked puzzled

Draco breathed in deeply, gulping, preparing himself to drop the bomb " stop taking care of me, stop trying to do whatever it is you're trying to do, can't you see it already, it's not- it's not what you want "

Harry looked at Draco as the pained expression found his face and he softly whispered " you don't know what this means, do you ?"

Draco shook his head painfully denying.

Harry gave him a sad smile as he sat down on the chair next to draco's bed, his head dropping, a single tear dripping down his eye.

" to you it's just me trying to be friends with you but it's so much more than that. It's more than about just being friends for me " harry whispered.

" it Always have been so much more than that. Yet I've been holding onto the hope all along but -"

" I don't remember " draco finished his sentence somehow knowing harry was about to say that.

" stop doing it to yourself harry " draco sympathetically said

" I- can't. I -"

" you have to " draco raised his voice

" can't you see it, I can't. Do you even realise how much it pains me to see you everyday on the bed, holding onto one single ray of hope that you'll remember. But you, remember nothing. 6 years of memories , gone just like that. You don't get to say any of it draco, you're living it painfully, I walk in everyday to an Empty apartment, crying myself to sleep in just one hope that you'll remember-"

" but that's the thing, I will not harry. i can't and i won't " draco interjected loudly.

" I will not remember harry. Stop hurting yourself " draco whimpered.

Harry looked only once at Draco " I know " before his whispers Turned into sobs and harry was shaking with the pain.

Draco tried to comfort harry, rubbing his back, trying to tell him it's alright but he knew it provided no solace. It didn't mend his broken heart when he was the one causing his heart to break in little fragile fractions of glasses until it was scattered across everywhere.

" I pretended it didn't hurt, but it does. It does so much that I can't even sleep at night" harry whimpered as he hugged draco. Draco rested his chin on top of Harry's head, rubbing circles over his back, providing any comfort he could offer.

They remained like that for several moments until Harry's breathing came to normal and draco finally broke the silence with a painful statment " what happened to us?"

It wasn't a question, it was a statement, a grief to offer, a way to express sorrow, to visit pain. It was to offer solace that draco too regretted and harry knew he did. It was a way of saying that when they expected cherish and Making more memories, living together, waking up next to each other, instead they were fighting through, waking up in hospital bed, grieving on lost memories. Where life landed them.

" I have got to go " harry finally said, Breaking from the little hug.

Draco looked at harry only for a moment before he kissed harry in pity of being unable to give everything to harry he had once promised him and that left him in tears again.

Harry broke free crying, desperately trying to conceal his whines.

" I'm sorry harry, I really am " draco's eyes prickled with tears as the moon danced over them in the late night..

Harry stood there in silence for several moments, packing away the memories,. storing away draco somewhere he'd only visit in dreams until it was time to finally leave and he reluctantly walked towards the door..

" I'd like if we can be friends harry.. " draco offered.

Harry turned around, giving draco a small smile " I'd rather not have you at all than only for a few, draco "

" perhaps in another life, I'm another time we'd be together and neither of us would forget "

And harry walked away, coldness settling in as draco long stared at the doorframe.

I swear I'm sorry. ( Thanks to Tom Odell for putting me in feels )

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xneens · 4 years ago

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love me, hate me - part two

Warnings: explicit sexual content, swearing

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: Christmas comes around and Ransom wants you more than ever.

part one

"You're telling me you actually want to date this guy? The one who can't even make you cum?" you asked, licking the remaining frosting from your finger. You placed the messy bowl in the sink, watching your best friend trying—and failing—to get the egg shells out of the mixture.

Meg gave up, dumping the brownie batter down the sink with the water running, fed up with the shells. "Yeah, but sex isn't everything, you know. I don't know—it's just this guy isn't like my exes. He genuinely cares about my feelings, and doesn't control me. Besides, he made me cum a few times. He's nice."

With Mariah Carey's Christmas music playing in the background, the miniature Christmas tree on the table, and the snow falling, the Thrombey household felt festive. Although, the people bundled up and arguing in the next room—not so much. Yet, neither of you cared while you continued to work, helping Martha out, on the desserts. It wasn't going as well as planned, but you took it as a positive considering you hadn't started a fire. Yet.

"Ah, yes, nice. Can't relate. I'm currently attracted to assholes who have anger issues." you commented, passing Meg the flour once again. Your creation was in the oven, and all you hoped was that no one got food poisoning because of it. Even you couldn't live with the guilt of Ransom, or his touchy father, throwing up Christmas morning.

"Currently?" Meg asked, raising an eyebrow, getting eggs out of the fridge for the hundredth time. She glanced at the direction of the door, the sound of it opening drawing both of your attention. "I'm pretty sure your daddy issues didn't just happen recently. Speaking of which, you may be the main reason Ransom decided to come back for Christmas instead chasing a model around."

You rolled your eyes, sitting back in your chair while contemplating whether or not it's too late to ditch. While Ransom was hot, his spoiled attitude wasn't worth tolerating for a quick fuck. With sarcasm dripping, you sighed. "Oh, how wonderful. 'Cause, that's exactly what I need right now."

Meg chuckled, focusing on the task at hand, trying not get shells in the mixture again. She had held off on mixing the dry stuff, much to your dismay, but to her it made sense to get the hard part out of the way so it wouldn't fuck everything up. Your best friend had just finished cracking her last egg when Harlan walked into the kitchen, Ransom trailing a few feet behind him. The playboy's eyes immediately landed on you, yet you didn't meet his, too preoccupied with the phone in your hands.

Harlan's slight frown lifted into a smile, surveying how messy the kitchen had gotten. "My, my, I wasn't aware a cake had exploded in my kitchen."

Looking up, you grinned at the old man, the smile reaching your eyes until you saw who was behind him. Ignoring Ransom, you giggled at Harlan's remark. "You call it a mess, we call it baking."

"As long as you ladies are having fun." Harlan replied, patting your shoulder before heading off towards his office, too tired to deal with his dysfunctional family at the moment.

Ransom lingered, walking up to you, a smirk impended on his face. Yet, you refocused you're attention back on your phone while Meg left the room, her apron still attached to her. You didn't question her sudden disappearance, knowing she was just as annoyed at Ransom's presence. The man in question peeked over you shoulder to see your screen showing off another man's dick, the words right below it explicit.

His jaw clenched in jealousy. Much to his chagrin, the man's dick was just as big as his own. But, he kept the icy exterior up. "Would it be offensive to ask whether or not your baking will make me sick this evening?"

You scoffed without looking up, tapping out of the dick pic your previous hook up had sent. "Since when do you care if you're offensive or not? Who are you, and what have you done to Ransom Drysdale?"

Ransom shrugged, leaning against the kitchen island while facing your annoyed expression. His smug behavior got under your skin, and the bastard was well aware. "Maybe all this Christmas spirit got into me. Or maybe I'm trying to be nice."

You raised an eyebrow, getting off your chair, rushing to the window, pretending to be looking for something. After a few seconds, Ransom's curiosity got the best of him and he joined you, looking for anything unusual outside. The snow-covered land showed nothing out of the ordinary, furthering Ransom's confusion.

"What are you looking at? I can't see anything." he said, squinting at the general direction you had look at.

Shrugging, you moved back to your seat, propping your elbows on the back of the chair, allowing a smug smirk lift your lips. "I thought pigs were flying. Ransom Drysdale isn't capable of being nice, yet alone say the word. I'm shocked hell hadn't freeze over. Yet."

The playboy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he took your body in, wrapped in his favorite color, the dress hugging your curves. "What's a guy have to do to be taken seriously with you? You and I both know I can give you everything you want, and more."

"Are you trying to buy me right now?" you asked, half teasing, half annoyed. Ransom could not take a hint, and you hated the fact that he didn't back off despite the sarcasm and insults you threw his way.

"I'm trying to be nice but you're making it really hard." Ransom answered, his cockiness wearing off. He was growing frustrated the more you looked at him like he was a piece of trash. All you wanted him to be was nice, now that he was trying to be, you wouldn't believe his intentions, despite wanting to prove it to you.

Pursing your lips, you tapped your finger against the table, the acrylic nail making a clicking noise. "You wanna prove it? Fine. You've got til midnight tonight. If you're unable to change my mind, you have to buy me my spring break vacation, all the fees and expenses."

"And if I do change your mind..." Ransom smirked, brushing a stray hair behind your ear, earning a half-hearted glare. "... you have to go on a date with me."

Ransom nearly burst out laughing from your shocked expression, the genuine look of surprised slapped on your face with the words. You shut your hanging jaw, still not processing what he was saying. "Excuse me?"

"You have to go on a date with me if I convince you that I'm willing to change my, and I quote, 'bratty and douchebag ways.' An actual date where we sit down, eat dinner, talk about our feelings, and get drunk. Whatever happens, happens." Ransom purred, placing a finger on your bottom lip. You slapped his hand away, and his smirked grew. "Are you going to back out of this already, princess?"

It was your stubborn side that made agree, pressing your lips into a thin line, you grabbed Ransom's hand, shaking it. He raised an eyebrow while you sighed. "You're on. Hope you have enough money to pay for a lengthy trip. I plan on drinking every bottle of wine in Italy."

Despite your baking debacle, you left the kitchen, leaving Meg's monstrous creation on the counter along with Ransom. You went into the living room, trying to find the girl in question when you happened to stumble upon Richard. He barely got to say a word before you turned around, and left the pervert behind. It was always a puzzle how Ransom turned out so hot with Richard and Linda as parents.

Climbing the stairs, you heard the family arguing growing quieter with each step. The second floor was almost a safe haven considering Harlan didn't let anyone raise their voice in the upper level, making it the only quiet place in the house, safe from any Thrombey fights. It was a wonder how the family hadn't murdered each other yet; it was only a matter of time.

Unable to find Meg in your shared room, you sighed, patting your body to find your phone only to realize you left it in the kitchen. With Ransom.

"Looking for this?" Ransom held out your phone, coming up behind you. His usual smirk was gone, a small, genuine smile in its place. It made him look less arrogant.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

You took your phone back, half expecting him to take it back just as you wrapped your fingers around it. But he didn't. You realized he was pulling out all the stops, all the little things that you found annoying was gone. He was acting. Eyes narrowing, you unlocked your phone, studying him. "Thanks. I think."

"Meg is helping the Brazilian maid." Ransom answered your silent question. Your thumb hovered her contact, going back to the home screen. Your eyebrows had risen by his mis-categorization of Martha's race and employment. "Pretty sure they went to the grocery store or something."

"Oh, okay." you replied lamely, putting your phone in your back pocket, the tight jeans making it nearly impossible. Opening the door to your room, you stepped in, not giving Ransom another look. But he followed inside, making you turn around. "Do you need something?"

Ransom stuffed his hands in his pockets, the cream-colored sweater shifting with the gesture. "You didn't exactly give me much time to prove myself. And looking around, we're all alone. I can't think of a better time."

As much as you hated to admit it, he had a point. The bet was a bit unfair considering how stubborn you were, and the amount of time he had to convince you. But it was a bit unsettling seeing Ransom try so hard, let alone being nice. You nodded, agreeing. "Fine, but can I change first? I'd rather not be covered in flour while you try to seduce me."

"You and I both know I wouldn't seduce you before dinner. There's no way in hell I'd treat you like the others." he mumbled to himself, but you heard it. Clearing his throat, he stepped out of the room. "Yeah, I'll be outside. Waiting. Take your time."

As soon as the door closed, you looked around the room to check if you were being pranked, expecting Ashton Kutcher to burst out of the closet along with a bunch of cameramen. After a few seconds, you came to the conclusion that Supernatural was in this universe, deciding "Ransom" was a shapeshifter or a demon possessed him. It was the only reasonable explanation.

Reaching for the hem of your top, pulling it off in one swift move, dropping it on the bed. Your jeans piling on top, allowing your legs to breathe. Despite Joni's hippie side, she had let Meg sneak in a few joints, the smell becoming stronger as you neared both your suitcases. You didn't think Harlan would be too please to have weed in his house, no matter how lenient he is.

You took your time, a little baffled by what to wear. Ransom hadn't exactly given you an agenda on his plans, leaving you to grab a clean pair of black jeans, and a classy, yet simple, red top. You looked decent enough to fit in a nice restaurant, but casual in case Ransom decided he wanted McDonald's, and most importantly: warm. If he wanted to take you to the North Pole, then he'd have to give you his cozy-looking sweater.

You opened the door, the sight of Ransom rocking on his heels greeting you. His back was to you, his hands inside his pockets as he looked out the window, frost crawling along the edges. It genuinely concerned you how much this man was acting; if you didn't know better, you'd think it was real.

Clearing your throat, you watched him jump in surprise, quickly turning to you. Raising an eyebrow, you tucked your phone in your pocket, meeting his warm, blue eyes. "I'm ready."

"Okay." said Ransom, motioning for you to follow him. You walked down the stairs without a word, the air becoming thick as you walked behind him. The sweater did little to no good disguising his broad shoulders, the muscles somehow still visible under the clothing.

As soon as you reached the bottom, you glanced around, the Thrombey fighting becoming louder with each second. It wouldn't be long before one of them stormed out of the room, muttering a curse under their breath. You'd seen all of them do it at least once. You crossed your arms, wary of whatever Ransom was planning. "Be honest, you're not just going to drive me off to the middle of the woods and murder me, are you?"

Ransom chuckled, giving you a wink as he held his hand out. Without hesitation, you took it. "If I was planning to murder you, I wouldn't do it in the woods. If you're going to die, it's going to be epic."

"Oh, well, that makes me feel better." you sneered sarcastically, instantly rolling your eyes. In the back of your mind, you pondered how long it would take for your eyes to get stuck in your brain with the amount of times you rolled them at Ransom.

He led you towards the door, smirking. "You ready?"

"No. Let's go."

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"Fuck, baby."

He spent a few moments just staring at your spread pussy, amazed and aching for you more than he ever ached for anything.

"Don't you know why I want you to see it, Ransom?"

Ransom just shook his head without taking his eyes off the your pneumatic body.

"Because it's yours," you sighed. "All yours, baby. You're the one I've been keeping it nice and fresh for."

"Fuck," he muttered.

He kept staring at you, waiting for you to rub you pussy again, but you didn't. You just kept holding it spread.

"Don't you wanna taste me, Ransom?" you purred, barely above a whisper. "C'mon, baby, please. I want you to lick it so bad. I love you so much and I want to give you everything that belongs to you."

The playboy was all but paralyzed by your words. He finally dragged his eyes off your open pussy and looked at your face. You were staring back at him with a glazed look in your eyes. His solid cock was pulsing hard in the tight grip of his fist. No girl had ever looked at him the way you were at that very moment, yet at the same time, he knew you were playing with the hottest kind of fire there was.

"Sweetheart, you know this wasn't the deal." he whispered, distracted.

You smirked. "But you still won."

He finished the thought by leaning down and sliding his tongue up and over your generously offered pussy. You pulled in a sharp gasp when Ransom's tongue lit up your heavily tingling pussy. Your hips rolled instantly in response, your gasps turning to moans while Ransom eagerly slathered his tongue all around your creamily delicious slit. He soon focused his attention on your clit and slipped a finger up inside your hole at the same time.

The man's finger curled and twisted inside you, searching for you g spot while he suckled and lapped at your fully swollen clit. You could barely form words as you gasped and moaned, your luscious body now writhing with desire.

Your pussy oozed heavily the more he licked and fingered you. Your cream was sweet, tangy and intensely intoxicating. Ransom probed at your hole with his finger and the tip of his tongue at the same time, but he soon drew his soaking wet finger out of your hole and wedged it between your ass cheeks, searching for your puckered rimhole.

You gasped deeply and lifted your legs up higher, giving Ransom better access to your asshole. He massaged your tight bud with his honey-coated finger and made deep, hungry love to your pussy with his mouth.

"God god god god, Ransom!" you cried, your hips rolling harder and harder against the man's mouth and finger.

Your body went tense for a few moments and then relaxed. Ransom backed off and watched you languish after your orgasm, pausing briefly to catch your breath. Then you shifted your body and took the hem of your outfit into your hands and peeled it off over your head. Ransom pulled off his T shirt and slid over on top of your luscious body, grinding his rock-hard cock against your pussy as he lowered himself to kiss you.

You whimpered while Ransom's chest mashed down against your heavy, naked tits. They felt amazing against his body, and he was beyond reason when the your mouth opened and set your tongue into motion against his.

Ransom had never kissed any girl so hard or hungrily in his life. Nor had any kissed him back the way you had. At the same time, you were grinding your slick, wet pussy against his cock as hard as he was grinding against you. Then he squeezed his hands in between them and grasped at your tits, kneading them eagerly with his strong hands.

He released your mouth and said," Baby girl, reach down there and put my cock inside you for me. I need that pussy bad, but I can't bring myself to let go of these fantastic tits now that I finally have my hands on them."

You giggled happily and kissed him again while you worked your hands down between your naked bodies. Finally, you got one hand on your pussy and spreading yourself open while you wrapped the other around Ransom's thick cock.

"Oh geezus, fuck, Ransom, you're so fucking hard," you cooed. "Oh god fuck me deep."

You tucked Ransom's cock head into your wet maw and he began grinding his shaft deeper into your sheath. Your pussy felt so tight and creamy, and you both groaned as his rock-hard flesh gradually filled your body. You looked at each other in disbelief, even though nothing had ever felt more right or natural.

Ransom growled as he began to pump his cock in and out of your spectacular body with long strokes. His grip on your tits went tighter and he lowered his head to suck and lick on your swollen nipples.

You whimpered with pleasure, wrapping your legs around his hips and grinding your pussy hard against his thrusting cock. It wasn't long before he was straining to hold on and keep fucking you deep and hard. You didn't make it any easier because of the way you were moaning and your cunt squeezed his pounding cock every time you came.

Finally, Ransom raised himself up on his hands while he pumped your succulent pussy hole as hard and fast as he could, watching your pretty face twist with pleasure while your tits heaved with the force of his lunging body.

"Gimme your cum, baby. I want it in me...fuck!"

With a final, frenzied volley of full body thrusts, Ransom's pulsing cock exploded in your pussy, filling you with a hot flow of jetting spunk.

After, they spent a long time kissing while Ransom caressed the your beautiful tits. He kept his cock buried inside you until his flesh finally started to relax.

You fell asleep in each other's arms, and Ransom knew he had the girl he always needed right there with him. He had been right, all the sarcastic comments and stupid fights had been worth it.

In the morning, Ransom awoke from a haze of dreams to look down and find you lying between his legs with your lips sliding up and down his swollen cock. When you realized he was awake and watching you, you released his big cock from your mouth, giving his shaft a long lick before greeting him.

"Merry Christmas, Ransom."

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #reader insert #ransom drysdale smut #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale #knives out #chris evans imagines #ransom drysdale imagine

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furblrwurblr · 4 years ago

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I had to adress the trauma before they kissed

Part three to Patience, Love!

Douxie x Reader Soulmate AU, fluff, angst. crack if you squint.

《One》《Two》 | Masterlist

You'd had a few days of unfamiliar band after unfamiliar band and were glad for a taste of home when Papa Skull was up on the itinerary. You two slept in as you had for the past week and had an instant noodle breakfast (the good kind, none of that Maruchan crap Douxie's addicted to) before hitting the town. Dancing, walking, and browsing the streets with their little shops was a fun way to spend the afternoon before you made your way to the venue. You noticed Douxie was being… a little bit more. A little closer, a little softer, a little jittery. You'd had a mind to ask him but he interrupted you every time he saw your curiosity scratching itself on his forearms, running off looking over his shoulder for you to follow. At some point, he'd asked to split up, absolutely not because he wanted to find something for you, or so he said. You spent the whole time he was gone absently searching for something in return, preoccupied with the thoughts on your arms and legs that were just so very Douxie.

"Oh! That's nice! No, no no no, this is your soulmate! Nice isn't great, it's between good and okay. Or would it be between good and alright? Which trumps the other? Blast it all, this store isn't helping," or "This store isn't at ALL what I thought it was... No! Don't think about that, if they see that on their arm I'll be the impatient one!"

You told him where you were after he seemed somewhat satisfied. He walked towards you, the grin on his face falling into a betrayed look of feigned shock as he watched you taking pictures of all the thoughts he'd forgotten you could see. He groaned as he sat beside you on a park bench, seeing just how much you'd read.

"Did I give it away already?"

"All I know is it's somewhere between great and good, or is alright the better word?" you teased.

He bumped your shoulder with his. "Cheeky," he smiled. "Let's head back to the campsite, eat a quick meal, and grab a good spot!"

After a light dinner, you'd managed to squeeze your way fairly close to the front, far enough from the stage to risk being squished. You'd been there a few hours when Papa Skull finally made their appearance, you and Douxie amongst the loudest welcoming them onstage. Not long into their hit song, "Mean", Douxie was nervous.

"I’m gonna do it. I don’t want them to spook..."

You glimpsed his concern on your forearm, unable to make much out in your excitement for the live music, but you knew he was working up to something. You let it be, curious to see what he'd do.

Douxie slowed his breathing. He really liked you so far, and although your mind was quick to dive into the gutter, he didn't want to scare you off. Your own mishap ended in him seeing you once before ghosting for nearly a month. Not to mention, he could tell how embarrassed his little experiments on the boat had made you, what with the whispering and all. It may have been a different kind of embarrassed, more flustered than mortified, but you'd never spoken out against anything. He didn't have a clear grasp of your boundaries. While he'd been searching for a gift for you, he'd wondered how he was going to give it to you. He settled for another first- nothing big, it was pretty cliché, but he enjoyed doing it and hoped you would too.

Douxie placed a hand on your upper arm to make sure you wouldn't startle, it was a bit difficult to get your attention. He slid his arm behind your back, looking to you for confirmation. Your nod made him sigh in relief as he planted his hand on the outside of your shoulder. He felt you laugh and nearly withdrew before you grabbed his hand and pulled so his arm draped over your shoulders, placing your other hand across his back and gently curling your fingers into his waist. You two shared a tender moment of silence before half-turning your attention back to the concert, both too caught up in each other to be in the moment.

He fingered the large box in his sweater pocket, withdrawing his hand. It could wait, he didn't want to risk you moving to look at it, and Mordrax forbid you take your warm hand from his side before he was ready.

Later, you both fell into your sleeping bags with a mighty puff of the air rushing out under the sudden weights, both heaving great sighs of relief. You looked over to him in silence, waiting for his gaze to meet yours. His head turned quickly, smiling wide. Laughter built between you until the pair of you were wiping tears from your eyes, still feeling the euphoria from the concert and one another. Once you relaxed again, Douxie got up and beckoned for you to do the same. You looked at him quizzically.

"If I know I'm hungry then you must be too, I eat less often than you," he reasoned.

Reluctantly, you got up, sad to leave your plush dollar-store sleeping bag. Douxie started the fire while you zipped the tent to swap your themed tour outfit for something more comfortable.

Douxie rustled through the bags back on the ship, pulling out leftovers from the diner in town. He made his way back to the now-blazing fire, sitting on a log to prepare the meal. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the glow of the lantern in the tent--

blimey, was the tent always that sheer? It was night and the lantern made it far too easy to see your silhouette. "Woah, looking away now!" Ah, he saw how appropriate the word "blimey" was in this case. While he did enjoy what he saw, part of him did want God to blind himself because he was 90% sure he'd just watched you remove your top without your knowledge. "God, I tease them constantly, but I'm just as bad, aren't I?" he realized. He quickly went back to warming the food, hands rushed and face pink.

You watched his fault write itself on your torso, cheeks just as flushed, although with a bit more amusement than he was feeling at the moment. You finished and stepped out, a smug look on your face. Wordlessly, you sat next to him, studying his reaction. He avoided your eyes, recognizing the glint they had when his thoughts betrayed him. You slid off the log, reclining against it and making a show of placing your arms behind your head.

"I guess I can't really complain, you are making me dinner first, as per your own terms," you said, nonchalant.

Douxie cursed himself. "How could I have been so bold?" he lamented with a sheepish smile. Time to change the subject. He looked around, searching for anything to talk about, settling on the flames that reminded him of the familiar he missed oh so much. He broke the comfortable silence and turned to you. "Would you like me to show you something?" The nondescript watch on his wrist extended, magical glamour falling to reveal his brace, now glowing with energy.

You nodded eagerly. His magic was comforting and beautiful, just like he was… wait. Why not mess with him a bit?

"One condition."

He withdrew his hands from their position in front of him, face earnest.

"Take off your sweater. I've seen your tattoos under your short sleeves, and I know they glow, wonderboy," you half-demanded. Payback and your own reward in one? You deserved to be a little stern.

He laughed, shrugging off his sweater before putting his hands at the ready once more. With a smile, he pushed and pulled the bonfire from where he sat beside you, flames turning his signature blue the more he manipulated them. It was beautiful, drowning the verdant green of the forest in a blue that belonged only to your soulmate. Douxie reveled in your amazement, fire magic a new experience for a novice such as yourself.

You turned your attention to his tattoos and your lips parted in wonder. You'd never seen them in full, runes you couldn't recognize glowing a vibrant blue. The swooping lines didn't move, but it seemed the light shining through them did, glow rippling below his skin. You slid back onto the log again, closer this time, and brushed your fingers over them. Douxie let the fire swirl to its original shape, goosebumps raising at your feather-light touch. They dimmed, once again their original grey, but you persisted, enthralled by the runes.

Douxie had never loved someone so much. Sure, you'd only known each other a few months, but he felt justified since you were his soulmate. As much as he still couldn't believe he'd met you after all that time, he was more amazed at how often it proved true that you were made to fit one another. Your humor, your joys, your sadness. It made itself apparent in how you walked towards him, the way you smiled when he called you. The comfort in your voice that he could feel through the phone. Your eyes. Oh, your eyes, how they did things to his heart.

He pulled himself from his thoughts, eyes roving over your body intently, latching onto any exposed skin. He was looking in pride at his thoughts of admiration, feeling almost as if they marked you as his. "A reminder," he thought, that right now, you belonged to one another. He brought his gaze back to those eyes of yours, now studying his face. The two of you looked at one another in silence, watching one another's eyes flick down and back again, faces drawing closer. His tongue darted out to moisten his slightly chapped lip, causing your breath to hitch. His heart jumped at the sound, snapping him from his daze. He gently lifted your hand from his bicep, shakily breathing the same air as you. He folded your fingers into his chill grasp, bringing them to his lips and pressing a long kiss to your knuckles before bowing his head to press your hand to his brow. You smiled, heart beating from your chest, then grabbed his sweater from between you two with your free hand and sliding it up to his back and over a shoulder. He slowly released your hand with a small chuckle, twirling the garment from his shoulders and placing it on your own. His hands dragged down to the beginning of the zipper and tugged it forward to secure it on your body, pulling you just that much closer. He lingered, smiling gently at you. This. This was a moment he hoped would never end.

His long fingers withdrew to finally warm the food, the 'almost' of what had just happened filling the comfortable silence of the forest clearing.

It'd been a few days since the Almost (your affectionate lament for the kiss that nearly was), and the tour was nearly over. Only a few days were left and you weren't ready for it to end. Maybe after this you and Douxie could spend more time at one another's flats, just to have each other around. Your home was your sanctuary, and you were already fully prepared to open it to him. You trusted him and were happy you'd ironed out your initial issues. For the most part, that is.

"What's this, Y/N?" Douxie asked. You were taken from your thoughts by his sudden question and gave him a puzzled look. He gestured to the 'trust issue' statement written boldly across his bare shoulder before going to sit next to you, the distance between you feeling like an emotional chasm. He used to sit closer before the Almost. "Is something the matter? Did I do something to make you cross?" His face was less puzzled now and more anxious.

"Well," you began, "It's nothing recent. Maybe it is? I keep dwelling on the past, and I feel I need to bring it up."

"Go for it, darling, anything you need," he rushed, turning his entire body to face you.

"I've been running most of my life, as is the curse of an immortal, but I’ve spent the last sixteen years of it searching for you. I kept asking you questions, trying to find you. As amusing as it was to play cat and mouse, I felt displaced and restless. Friends came and went, I scoured America in its entirety. A hint, a clue, something!" You rushed, breathing ragged. "Arcadia was my resignation, you know," you continued, quieter now. "I've stayed as long as I have because I gave up, too tired to keep running towards something, no matter how much I wanted it. No matter how much I wanted you, I--" your eyes filled with tears and you paused, choking on a sob. You sucked in a breath. He needed to hear this. *You* needed him to hear this. "It hurt when I realized you didn't remember our fleeting moments together in combat. I enjoyed sharing that moment of revealing ourselves to one another, but it hurts that I've chased that beautiful blue for the past eight centuries and you don't remember those two years of patrolling the canals.”

Douxie placed a hesitant hand on the small of your back and his eyes dropped from your face to the forest floor, remembering why he'd been so excited to meet you. He'd seen your reactions to his thoughts back in Italy but quickly had to move on. He and Archie had decided long ago that no matter what, they'd put Merlin's tasks above anything else. Even his soulmate. When he realized how close you were he got excited. He couldn't search for you, but he didn't see anything wrong if you found him first. Even then, he kept you at arm's length, scared of the consequences. Merlin's tower, how could he have been so thoughtless? Douxie had never stopped to consider how his constant moving around would affect you. He never took the concepts of soulmates all that seriously. Sure, he could daydream about being with someone made for him and refuse to date anyone until he met you, but it became real the night he found you. Too real. So he ran. Dancing around you, pretending he was doing you a favor with his vague answers and puzzling riddles. Then, he met you again. You were real once more. After his comical encounter with you, he was too preoccupied to sleep, absorbing the finality of having a soulmate. You had come into his life with a bang, a reminder that Merlin and his tasks didn't define who he was. What had shaped him were small influences of the people he'd met throughout the last millennium, including you.

You were worried. Douxie's brow was more creased than you'd ever seen it. His hand on your back grew clammy, the cold night air quickly cooling the fresh damp patch of your shirt.

"...Douxie?" you whispered, afraid your rant had gone too far. His head turned just a little too quickly and you gasped at the tears glistening in the moonlight. He choked on a few unsteady breaths, mouth half-forming words. You reached your hand for the bicep of the arm loosely wrapped around your waist, but before you could touch it, he spoke.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered, drawing his hand away from your torso. The first of many large tears burst upon the wood of the log you sat upon. Whose tears they were no longer mattered when both of you began crying anew. You wrapped your fingers around the arm he removed from your side and placed it there once more, throwing your arms around his middle. He sobbed at this, heart happy that you still accepted him, and brought his other hand to clutch your head to his collarbone. He wasn't running anymore, he'd done what was asked of him and was finally able to let you catch up to him.

The two of you were too caught up in one another to notice but had either of you been paying attention, you would have seen each other's skin being adorned with countless words of adoration, regret, and joy.

#patience love #douxie x reader #toa douxie x reader #hisirdoux casperan x reader #too many commas #like WAY too many #not betaread #casual fic writing lmao im working on more polished pieces #x reader #toa x reader #toa wizards #idk how to tag things #furblewrites #I SWEAR THEY KISS NEXT BIT

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜:

𝙹𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚈𝚞𝚗𝚑𝚘

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging nor trying to romanticize yandere behavior. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: Mentions of toxic relationship, yandere behavior, self harm, sexual scenes, guilt tripping, gas lighting and other forms of mental manipulation are contained within this post. Read at your own discretion.

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𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝

𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙰𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚜:

• 𝙸𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .

•𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝.

•𝙵𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

• 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕/ 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍.

•𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏- 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

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Normal Yunho at first seems like your average guy. He's very sweet, caring, playful and his close, and very few, friends he has would say that he's full of energy and smiles.

He just radiates this sunshine personality that draws people to him, although they may not stay very long.

He met you through mutual friends and acted the same as he did with others.

Albeit it's true, he was very affectionate towards you from the start, which both surprised and didn't surprise his friends.

But that doesn't mean he felt love at first sight with you.

Yunho isn't one to get overly attached right away.....yet.

It happened gradually.

He became attracted to your confident, strong and bold nature, all traits which he lacked in.

But no one knows that because he's good at hiding it.

You were also a very compassionate and empathetic person, which sealed the deal for him.

He admired you from afar, not wanting to get close to you just yet.

However, he'd get pouty and insecure whenever another man would show intentions of wanting to get close to you.

He'd whine often about it and that's how you found out he had feelings for you.

You thought it was cute, that he was cute.

So you were the one who took the first step to start a relationship.

Although shocked, Yunho was extremely happy.

As a boyfriend, he is very devoted to you, putting you above everything else, including his friends, family and health.

Everything moves really fast with him. Example:you had your first kiss on your first date.

Yunho just doesn't see why you have to wait if you two love each other.

"I feel like I've known you my whole life."

Not even 3 months later and you were already sleeping together.

Yunho sees that was the moment he went to heaven......

And that was the moment when hell started.

Yunho started becoming more and more clingy.

Texting, calling you at odd hours, asking you things like where you were, what were you doing, who you were with and if he could go see you.

He usually makes you stay till very late at his place that you have to spend the night with him.

No other option. He insists.

Even keeps spare clothes for you in a drawer he set aside just for you.

Till one day: "Why don't you just move in with me? It'll be so much easier and I could see you even more."

You hesitated, since you were barely 6 months into the relationship and you already felt smothered by his constant presence.

"I don't.... I don't know Yunho.."

He panicked at your hesitation.

"Why...why not? Don't you love me? Is it because you don't want to be around me?"

You began calming him down, trying to explain that maybe things were going to fast, but that only made him get more agitated.

It was truly terrifying for you to see him hyperventilating and choking on his own breathing like that.

Hot tears were falling rapidly down his face as he began saying:

"Why don't you love me? Is it something I did? What am I doing wrong? Tell me!"

"Yunho you did nothing wrong. You're perfect the way you are and I love you just the way you are."

He sniffled and wiped his nose on one of his sweater paws.

"Do you love me? R-really?"

You nodded your head in confirmation. But Yunho was still sulky about something.

"But then.... wha-why not move in? I p-promise you'll like it."

He looked at you with such fragile and tender eyes that you could not refuse him. So you agreed to move in with him.

Biggest mistake you made.

Even though he had his eye on you for most of the day, it wasn't enough for him.

If you were even 3 minutes home later than usual, he was badgering you with questions like:

"Who were you with? What took you so long?"

And you're like "Geez. Let me breathe."

Don't say things like that to him. He starts feeling bad and responds with things like:

"I know I'm sorry, I'm such a pathetic excuse of a boyfriend."

It honestly broke your heart to hear him say such things.

But it also irritated you how jealous he got when you hung out or even talked to another man that wasn't him.

He'd latched onto you in public if he felt you were paying more attention than he liked to another guy.

Sometimes would cause a scene that made you run back home in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I just can't help it! Don't you get it?! They're trying to take you away from me!"

"No! You're just an overly possessive and overly jealous boyfriend and I can't stand it anymore! I'm leaving."

"Wait what?"

Yunho watched in horror as you began packing a small bag so you could spend the night somewhere else, and pick up the rest of your stuff later.

All throughout that, Yunho begged, cried and went ballistic.

He repeated for you not to go, not to leave him.

"Y/N you don't understand....you can't leave me... I'll die, I can't live without you.."

You merely rolled your eyes at that. No one dies of a broken heart.

So you just walked out the door and rented a hotel room for the night, unaware of the mess you were about to wake up to.

You woke up bombarded by texts and missed calls from Yunho's friends:

"What did you do to him?!" "You heartless bitch!" "I hope you die if anything happens to him!" "All he did was love you and you destroyed him."

Then the hospital called you: Yunho had tried to kill himself in the night.

Your heart stopped when you found out. You felt so guilty and you felt like a monster.

Without thinking twice, you ran to the hospital to see him.

He layed there, still unconscious from the medication they gave him to calm him down.

You stayed by his side, praying that he'd wake up soon so you could apologize.

He woke up and although he looked surprise to see you....he was only feigning.

Of course you'd go out of your way to see him.

You were bawling your eyes out and holding him close, scared out of your wits at the thought that you almost lost the love of your life.

Yunho apologized, but you hushed him with a kiss, saying it wasn't his fault.

From then on, you began blaming yourself for everything....

And he made sure to remind you not to test him again.

You thought that after that talk, everything would be back to normal and you two could be a regular couple.

How stupid you were.

Life with Yunho now was like walking on thin ice all the time.

You couldn't mention anything about him that made you slightly uncomfortable because he's belittling himself with such foul words, crying to the point of hysteria....

But the worst times are when he's banging his head on a wall hard enough to draw blood, or punching the concrete wall so hard that his knuckles end up bloody and bruised.

You have a heart attack whenever that happens.

You've been so traumatized by his previous suicide attempt that any harm he does to himself sends you in a panic and you're holding him to you, comforting him and reminding him that you love him and won't ever leave him.

Then happy Yunho is back, as if nothing happened.

And he always wants you to reaffirm your love after such ordeals in the bedroom.

Yunho never ever fucks you, no matter how messed up he is.

He likes to take his time with you, going down on you or teasing you with his long fingers before he's thrusting his cock deep inside you.

Always cums inside you, always. With no protection.

It's a reminder that you belong to him and him only.

And also because he knows there's a possibility he could get you pregnant.

Which is what he wants.

If you two have a child together, it would only strengthen the bond you two have and it's another reason to tie you down to him.

And that's exactly what happened.

You were terrified and tried to conceal it for the longest time, but Yunho isn't dumb.

He was elated when he found out you were carrying his child inside of you.

Which only prompted his obsessive nature to escalate.

He made you quit your job because he wanted you to stay home to take care of your baby.

Of course, that's just an excuse to keep you from leaving the house.

You two also officially got marriage, and that was it for Yunho.

He finally succeeded in bounding you two together for life.

As a father, he doesn't mind sharing you with your new baby daughter.

He loves and adores his daughter very dearly because she is a physical manifestation of the love between him and you.

But she's the only child you two are having. There's only so many people he's willing to share you with.

To others, he's a doting and loving father and husband.

In the eyes of an outsider, you guys are the perfect family.

But you.....you stopped fighting a long time ago.

You resigned yourself to accept that this is your life now and you'd better make the best of it.

You're no longer the strong, confident and decisive woman you once were.

Yunho made sure to tear that all down to the point where you simply just act in a way that'll make him happy and won't trigger him to repeat what happened years ago...

Especially not in front of your daughter. You do not want her to experience what you did.

So the question remains.....how do you escape Yandere Yunho?

Well....... you have two choices:

Either spend the rest of your life playing into his façade of a perfect relationship, that's the easier choice.

It certainly spares you the mental, emotional and physical strain of fearing when his next suicide attempt might happen if you do anything that'll result in him degrading himself or guilt tripping you into staying with him.

Or..........kill yourself. But keep in mind that if you do, he won't be too far behind from you. In the words of Yandere! Yunho himself:

"Nothing will ever break our bond, our bond is forever. Even in death, our love will go on."

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🕒SEREN : 5-7am | NCT 127 24hr RELAY CAM

[warning: i still struggle with english so please be kind:(]

"Hi guys!" Seren is sitting on her bed with her legs crossed, looking directly at the camera.

Her hair is messy and she's wearing a big sweater that surely belongs to one of her members. "It's exactly ..." she shows the time on her cell phone. "5:01 am. There was a little change, as you can see. I was supposed to do my relay cam way earlier but to be honest I just want Doyoung oppa to sleep."

Seren looks around her new room, she recently moved in with Taeyong (she spent more time there anyways than in the room she used to share with her unnie manager), looking for something to do or say, but for a few moments she stares at the wall — she wants to sleep so bad but it's not something she would admit in front of the camera.

"I was planning to have a sleepover with you guys but I fell asleep while planning." She laughs a little. "So guys, I'm going to get a couple of snacks," she gets out of bed and takes the camera carefully. "I think Taeyong oppa hasn't arrived yet. I'll get a chill playlist too, and ... Maybe I'll draw or read something to you. Yeah, maybe."

[...]

"OK, let's do this."

Seren is back on the room, facing the camera. She sits on her bed and takes her favorite stuffed animal —a frog— and hugs him. "This is Dodo. You can imagine who gave it to me, right? Anyways, I'll put on some music."

She picks up her phone and goes into the Spotify app and searches for a song, If I Could Fly by One Direction starts ringing.

"It's one of my favorites," she lays on her bed, picking up a chocolate bar. "There was a time when I thought about doing a cover but they didn't give me an answer." A pout adorns her face.

For the next few minutes Seren stays on the same position, enjoying music and eating chocolates. Every now and then, her eyes close and she has to fight to not fall asleep. It is difficult for her to hide her tiredness, and the chill playlist does not help her, she is sure that the fans will notice.

[...]

"I have recently started re-reading the Harry Potter saga" she lowers the volume on the music, gets out of bed and takes a book from a shelf. "I'm reading The Prisoner of Azkaban, one of my favorites," she reappears on camera, a big smile creeping across her face. "And that's because they introduce the Marauders!"

And then Seren starts reading a few chapters, taking pauses to give her opinion or comment on how incredibly handsome Draco Malfoy looked in the movies. She hopes, truly hopes, that fans will be entertained and can enjoy her Relay Cam.

"Two days ago I think, I was reading to Mark." she says, after finishing reading for a while. "But I didn't expect him to fall asleep, he says I would be good for ASMR. By the way, he's horrible at remembering characters that don't appear in the movies."

She moves closer to the camera. "I really try to make him remember but it's impossible." she straightens her hair a bit, it still looks like she just woke up. "Oh! I think Taeyong oppa just arrived."

Seren jumps out of bed and runs out of the room, completely forgetting the camera. A few moments later, she reappears.

"Tae oppa is here!" she seems happier now. "So I'm going to whisper so he can rest at least for a few minutes."

In the video you can hear Taeyong saying something to her (although it is not understandable) and they both laugh.

"It's time for asmr!" She whispers.

Seren lies on her bed, covering herself with a blanket and bringing the camera to her face, too close. The last minutes of the video are her talking as if she were with a friend, telling about her week, what she did, what she wants to do and telling funny anecdotes.

When she turns to see Taeyong, she can see that he is lying down but he doesn't seem to be asleep. The clock strikes 6:56 am and now she doesn't want to finish, she just wants her leader, her family, to rest.

With a sad sigh she says, "Ok you guys, our time is up. I hope it wasn't boring, but that's all I could do at this time. For now, I think I'll go back to sleep.

Please give all the Relay Cam lots of love! Goodbye!"

———— FEATURING OTHER RELAY CAMS!!

🕒TAEIL : 7-9pm

she only appeared in the beginning of the video

the three of them were in the elevator, waiting

she greeted the camera and said that she had plans with jaehyun and mark

haechan —obviously— complained about it cause:

"hyung!! she's spending more time with them again"

"we'll have a good time without her, anyways"

"oppa!!!"

🕒JAEHYUN : 9-10pm

to be honest, she only watched them play

(because she's not very good at basketball)

so she just sat there laughing and yelling at mark

she swore that she was neither team jaehyun nor team mark

basically she was laughing and enjoying her time with them

"not but i swear i'm good at basket"

"sure, mark"

🕒TAEYONG : 7-9am

when taeyong showed their room, he showed her too

"first, we have sohee, yayy! you already know her, she's the star here"

but after that, only her voice was heard

czennies are very aware that the only reason she was awake was to keep him company

taeyong thanked her for it

(cuties <3)

#kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop female addition #kpop female idol #kpop oc #nct 127 added member #nct 127 addition #nct 22nd member #nct 24th member #nct added member #nct addition #nct oc #nct au #kpop female member

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