#yandere su

[yanderes-galore]

Fandom: Steven Universe

Character: Jasper

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Type of Fic: Concept (HCs)

Oh... Girl is SO insecure it hurts (for you, mostly-)

Yandere! Jasper Concept

(Primarily Focuses On Gem! Obsession)

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Possessive behavior, Insecurities, Manipulation, Threats, Violence, Forced and toxic relationship/companionship, Degrading behavior mentions of possible murder.

We all know Jasper would be toxic, right?

Granted, she has her "reasons", but that doesn't excuse her behavior.

She's naturally a bully as she needs to feed her ego, she can't be seen as a weak failure.

She would want to either be superior to her darling or loyal to them if they were stronger than her.

But you're most likely going to be weaker than her... which results in her being more controlling.

She's ruthless and authoritative, never wanting to show weakness.

Not even to you.

In fact, the reason she's so rough with you is because you stir "weak" feelings in her.

She doesn't understand why she feels the need to be so close with you.

She doesn't understand why she feels she needs you.

So, part of her ends up blaming you.

Yet she never lets you go... too dependent on the feelings you give her to do what's best for both of you.

I feel Jasper would be horrible with both a human and another Gem.

HOWEVER, with a Gem she can try to coerce you into Fusion.

A topic she ends up obsessed with when defeated by two Fusions, creating Malachite with Lapis.

She'd want to fuse with you for strength, mostly...

But it also fuels a possessive desire within her.

If you were human, Jasper immediately views you as weak.

Which is why she has no clue why you make her feel so... strange?

You're weak yet she feels so dependent on you and your presence.

Due to this, Jasper may view you like a pet.

She uses you to fuel her ego, forcing you to view her as your superior.

You humans are always so weak.

She wants you to feed her ego, consider her strong.

Since you're so weak... you need her, right?

You'll HAVE to rely on her.

Normally she doesn't protect weaklings, especially humans.

But... You have her attached.

You're stuck with her now.

Similar situation occurs with a Gem! Darling.

She views you as weak and claims you need her.

It's so easy to get hurt for you... why don't you let her take control?

I'll talk more about her with a human in another draft I have in the works... but I think her with a Gem introduces an interesting concept.

Fusion.

Imagine Jasper not wanting you to rely on anyone but her.

She's possessive, following you around and isolating you from others.

With a human she'd hide you away deep in the woods like in Future.

But with a Gem?

She can force you to rely on her via Fusion.

She's both forceful yet desperate when it comes to fusing with you.

Fusion with you would be a last ditch effort to keep you to herself.

Something she never could do with a human.

Normally she's against Fusion, but with you?

She craves it.

I don't think it would be as bad as Malachite, but the Fusion would still be dysfunctional due to you not being in sync.

If you keep fighting her and making the Fusion collapse, Jasper keeps trying.

She needs you.

She hates to admit it but you make her feel whole.

Jasper likes control.

Human or Gem she doesn't care if she has to force you into the role she wants.

She often puts you down to make herself feel better, making you feel weak and forcing submission.

It's easy for her.

She's so much bigger and stronger than any human.

And as a Gem, you would eventually get tired of fighting.

Eventually you'd comply and let her fuse with you.

Where she'll never let go... since you'll be all hers now.

In a Fusion, no one can have you the way she does.

I would not be surprised if Jasper killed people for you, or if they're a Gem, shattered them.

She doesn't want to be weak or have you find someone else to rely on.

Her harming others only shows they're weak.

It proves that she's the only one you need... even if it's messy to do.

Jasper wants to control you, make you all hers.

For her, your bond isn't entirely love.

It's toxic, unhealthy, she knows that...

But she needs it... Needs you.

If that requires scaring you into submission, be that through threats or violence towards others... Jasper doesn't care.

Her feelings originally make her feel insecure and weak.

But having you submit to her? It makes her feel strong...

It makes her know you're all hers... She likes that more than anything.

[yanderestevenuniverse]

I seen the Corrupted Steven mod for FNF how about some Corrupted Steven Headcanons? his mind is completely corrupted by he still wants Y/N.

oooooooooooooo i like the sound of that

SPOILERS IF YOU HAVNT WATED STEVEN UNIVERSE FUTURE

Stevens gone all thats left of him is an anxiety ridden traumatised animal... but your still there.

.You would scream and shout but he would not hear... stevens not their anymore.

.He would be a protective and an obssesive yandere. he now never lets you down your always in his giant clawed hand or shoved into his chest. He would be physicly and emotionaly incapable of leting you go even in his sleep he would hold you tight ageinst himself like a stress ball he would squeez you and hold you tight. If you ever maneged to somehow escape his grasp he would have a panic attack and probebly tear entire citys to pices trying to look for you.

.Kidnaps you right away on sight no questions asked do not go do not collect two hunderd dollars its over. You would probebly be someone you knew before he became corrupted and so as the angst ridden beast he has now become he deperatly clingson to anything fimilier that offers.

.He wouldnt mean to kill people if he does he would just kind of... walk over them its like a giant walking over ants he wouldnt even notice it. He would probebly do it while looking for you i you ever escaped him he would run around the country side tearing apart building trying to find you and when he does he would snatch you back up immeadiatly and run somewhere far away.

. Their would be no punishments any attempt for you to escape would just resault in him squeezing you loser to his chest and he would completly ignore all of your screams and crys

. I guess he would give you a ton of phisical comfort becuse he would literally never let you go

thats all for now stay tuned

[hotpinkboots]

omg hii!! It's me from your server. I was wondering if you can do Yandere Steven with a reader who actually fights back like for real tries and get away from him like.

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~Enjoy~

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~Honestly, Steven is such a good person that he'd ENCOURAGE you to stay away from him, no matter how it hurts.

~Will block your number and try to stay away from you.

~He wants you safe, and if that means keeping you away from him, that's what he'll do.

~He'll do this for as long as he can.

~If anything, you'll have to come to him first because he's ashamed and embarrassed. He doesn't want to approach you.

~But approaching him was a bad idea. Now he needs you even more.

~After feeling like he has to take care of everybody's problems, he doesn't know how to be the one to be taken care of.

~When you make the mistake of encouraging him into relaxing and letting others help, that's when he gets too clingy.

~Because now he know how truly sweet you are. He acted weird, you still came to check on him. He's trying to run around fixing problems, you're encouraging him to try to make time for himself instead of fixing everyone else's life.

~He still tries to stay away from you, but now he finds himself being a creep and trying to find you, or stalking you on social media

~Craving your attention, craving your approval, craving your comfort.

~I highly doubt Steven would try kidnapping you or anything like that, but he would definitely think about it during one of his glowing pink breakdowns, and he might find you while he's in the middle of being buff and pink just to be near you.

~If you freak out, he'll try to calm you down.

~Which only makes it worse.

~He might end up trying to force you to see that he's okay.

~After THAT, he again goes back to trying to stay away from you.

~You're the person he wants to run to and collapse at your doorstep, but he doesn't want to put that on you, so he bottles it all up, only to release it later and somehow snap at you.

~He's at war with himself. He wants you, but he shouldn't have you, or take you, or beg you.

~He feels torn apart inside over it.

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[sunderwight]

I think that one of the most underrated reveals in Scum Villain was that Luo Binghe inherited his big dick toxic alpha male energy from his birth mother, and it actually has nothing to do with his demon side.

[pacofprunes]

wishful thinking

thanos/su-bong x pregnant! reader (fluff, comfort)

warnings — thanos and reader have matching tattoos, crying, mentions of sex, cursing, mentions of pissing on a door, pregnant reader, switching of referring to thanos and subong so hope you don’t get too confused, use of bitch (not towards reader), lowercase, typical squid game shit so mentions of blood and death,

you joined these games because although you thought it was too good to be true, it was all you could do. your shitty ex su-bong making you invest all your money into some dumbass crypto scam and blowing all of your guys money on drugs, childish bets, and gambling. after he blew both your guys money out, you left him, blocked him on everything, ignored your doorbell when he’d attempt to see you in person, everything. but two months after you broke up, it all came crashing down. you found out you were pregnant. and he was the only one you let see that part of you, it was his. but you were sure he moved on and even if he hadn’t, you couldn’t take him back. if he was this much of an incompetent person, he’d definitely be a terrible father. you didn’t want him in your life or your child’s.

besides some guy you assumed to have dementia or be on drugs, the game was going pretty smooth. until it wasn’t and it turns out the guy wasn’t crazy and people all around you were dying. blood splatting on your face left and right. you finally find a method and stay behind other people and everything was going smoothly again besides the intense stress and pressure. your heart and stomach feeling heavy. but the next time that doll turns around you hear a bunch of screams and you look to the right and see that su-bong was here too, and he had just pushed all of those people. he looked crazed. you just ignore it and try not to think about it, finally passing that finish line and being done with the first game, waiting for a full explanation.

you all move back into the main rooms that contained all your beds and people start screaming and yelling for answers. crying to go home, begging for their lives. you too wanted to go home, but you had so much on your mind. so much that you don’t notice your ex is nearing right behind you.

“señorita! oh my god baby is that you?”

he grabs your shoulder and turns you around to face him and you look up at him, frowning your eyebrows. he starts grabbing your face in his hands, touching all over you, not being able to comprehend it was you.

“oh god, it is you, babe, are you okay? where have you been i’ve missed you—”

“subong, stop. we’re not together, and we never will be ever again.”

you push his hands off your face and step back to put some distance between you two, still giving him a major glare. he reaches his arms out towards you again as if he was slowly trying to pick up a scared puppy.

“cmon— you can’t still be mad. baby, i’ll make it up to you, especially now.”

you look behind him and see a few people waiting on him, clearly eavesdropping. he turns around and looks at you again, a puppy dog look on his face but you shake it off.

“it’s not going to work subong. the debt im in now is insane because of you!”

he holds his right hand out before grabbing your right hand.

“baby please — we got these tattoos together,”

you look down at your hands and see the matching line placements decorating both of your hands. it was a stupid idea. you’d been dating for a little over a year, you shouldn’t had done it, you knew that. but you could barely pay for your bills, you definitely couldn’t pay to remove a tattoo. but deep in your heart you wished he was different, wished you could forgive him because deep down you still loved him. that tattoo was a sick reminder of that everyday. you realize you’d been staring at the two of your hands for a while before pulling away quickly. he looks at you with a smile and hope in his eyes. he places both of his hands on your shoulders again.

“see, we’re meant to be. it was a mistake, i know, i did it out of the goodness of my heart! for us, for you, you know that.”

you scoff at him.

“no. no i don’t know that. we’re not getting back together choi su-bong, that’s final.”

his hands go limp on your shoulders before you speak up, saying your next few choice of words slightly quieter as his fans or friends or whoever was still behind you two, stop eavesdropping.

“and just so you know, i’m pregnant. it’s yours. i’m keeping it. i don’t need you to help me. i’ll find a way to make money and i’ll raise my child.”

he stares at you stunned before you push away and move through the crowd. you hear him yell for you, yelling that cringy señorita pet name your way, but you ignore him, trying to hide in the crowd, listening to what the guards say as he drowns in the sea of people.

the guard mentions voting and how you guys were gonna vote whether to stay or leave. part of you wanted to stay still, but if you died, so did your baby. and you were scared out of your mind, nothing able to comfort you. so you knew you were going to choose to leave. you weren’t in insane debts but you still had a lot. the money they were offering after the first game was nowhere near close enough to pay it all off. you would have to play one more game, maybe even two to pay it off, but you couldn’t take any risks. they start calling from highest to lowest numbers and once they call ‘player 230’, your shitty ex makes his way down the line, skipping to smack that blue button, choosing to stay. it only made you wanna choose the other side even more. your turn comes and you choose to leave, sticking the red ‘x’ on your chest. you could see him staring at you through the corner of your eye, but you just chose to ignore it. creepy bastard.

after arguments and close physical alterations, the voting was over. you had lost, you’d be staying for another game. you wanted to go but at least you’d have an opportunity to make a little more money, you guess…

“excuse me, young lady, would you like to join us?”

you look over to a short older woman holding onto your arm, pointing over to a small group of people who were sitting on their beds. you give her a small smile and nod, letting her take you over there. she signals where you can sit and you move slowly while holding your stomach, letting out a deep breath once you finally get down all the way. you look around and there’s an older man, a younger girl, and another woman with some very strong features. the older woman speaks.

“i mean, i can’t believe they chose to stay! no offense hyun-ju, but come on!”

the older woman smacks her hand down on the bed and you give her a sympathetic and understanding look. she looks up at you before she gets a surprised look on her face and quickly flails herself around to get her composure.

“right! ma’am, this is my son yong-sik, this is young-mi, and this is hyun-ju.”

she pauses looking at you and sits up quickly again.

“oh, and you can call me mrs jang.”

she gives you a teethy smile. realizing she’s waiting for you to introduce yourself you let out an oh and tell her who you are and she grabs your hands into hers and rubs circles into them.

“oh that name is so pretty. a pretty name for such a pretty girl.”

her son yong-sik slaps her shoulder and then they start arguing. you just sit there happy to have the company before you look to your right and see subong on the other side staring at you. you quickly look away and look down at your legs, biting your lip.

“yo, who’s that girl? you were arguing with her earlier. she’s smoking.”

he keeps staring before snapping his head back at nam-gyu.

“you are right, she is smoking hot.”

he pauses.

“well you see nam-su—”

“nam-gyu…”

“right right, nam-gyu, anyways, that’s my girl over there, okay? she just playin’ hard to get right now is all’,”

nam-gyu raises his eyebrows, getting an idea.

“soo, you gonna let me have a turn with that, right?”

thanos slaps his arm.

“nah bro, i normally share but that, ive had dibs on her for at least two years.”

he slaps nam-gyus arm again and then grabs it, causing nam-gyu to let out an ‘ow bro’,

“don’t worry bro! i’m sure we can find ya a bitch in here though! keep your mind busy and dick wet and we’re sure to win this whole thing.”

he slaps his arm one last time before nam-gyu slaps him back, thanos just laughing before slowly going back to watching you. trying to figure out how he should go about this. deciding that he’d just wait until everyone was asleep to talk to you again.

night time comes around and you had to piss. this fucking sucked. you had none of your pain killers, and you were about to crawl into a ball and start ripping your skin off from the pain you were in. but right now just focus on pissing. just focus on pissing you thought. you get up slowly, clutching your stomach before walking up to the door to the bathroom, knocking on it, waiting for someone to answer. finally the window slides open and you’re met with a triangle looking at you, or at least you think he, it? is looking at you.

“uhm, excuse me, i need to use the washroom.”

“players may not leave this room past your given curfew.”

the window to the door shuts. you take a deep breath, not willing to cause a scene and just about walk away before a guy walks up behind you and starts making a scene for you. that guy being su-bong.

“hey, me and my girl are tryna fuck, if you want we can do it right in the middle of this fucking room!”

it doesn’t work and the door doesn’t open.

“im not a girl! i have a penis and i know how to fucking aim. the next time you open this door it’s gonna be fucking yellow instead of pink i promise you that! i gotta heavy ass piss stream i been holdin’ and i can let out all over this door!”

you slap him, asking him what he was doing and that he was being crazy. but if you were being honest you were trying to stiffle a laugh. he always was funny, and in your relationship he always knew how to make you laugh. you’re pulled out of your thoughts when somehow what he said actually worked and they opened the door for you both. you make your way to the bathrooms and it’s silent the whole time. he was thinking of what to say to you. a million things running through his mind. you make it to the two bathrooms and you go and open the women’s bathroom door before it feels ten time lighter and you see subong holding the door open for you. giving you a cheeky grin. you just look at him before making your way into the bathroom and the door closing behind you. you hadn’t even noticed that you were holding your breath before you breathe out and realized your lungs were burning.

“i really have missed you, you know?”

you snap your head around and see that he had followed you into the bathroom and you call him a perv, yelling at him to get out.

“hey! i’m not here to fuck alright. i mean, unless you’re down then babe, let’s get it fucking going.”

he claps his hands together and you give him a disgusted look before going into one of the bathroom stalls and slamming the door shut so you could finally piss. but when you were done actually doing your business, you just sat there with your face in your hands. he was stressing you out, this baby was stressing you out, and this place was stressing you out and you were on the verge of a breakdown.

“i’m not coming out until you’re gone.”

you see his feet right under the bathroom stall door you were in and groan. hearing the door creak a little, assuming he was leaning against it, which he was.

“baby, please. i just want us again. i’ve missed you so much, you’ve been the only thing on my mind since you left.”

you started to tune him out and started rubbing your face in your hands even more, feeling your eyes start to water, your breath getting caught in your throat, your sniffing starting to become louder before one of your sobs slips and he hears it. asking if you were okay and you just ignore him, covering your mouth with your hand, continuing to cry.

“please let me in.”

you take a deep breath and slightly get up to unlock the door before sitting back down on the toilet seat, face still in your hands. he crouches down to you and cups your face in his hands before he pulls you in for a hug and starts rubbing circles into your back. your sobs getting louder as you burry your face into his bloody jacket, but you really weren’t thinking about that. god thinking of when you two were like this made you start to regret the past, yearn for a future with you two, and hate the present situation you were in. still crying into his jacket as he continues to try to soothe you with his touch. he pulls away after awhile and pushes your tears away with his thumb. his heart crumbling as he sees your teary orbs looking him in the eyes. you’d cried to him before when you were together, and he had comforted you many times before, but never had he seen you this distraught. he hooks his arm under your shoulder and lifts you to standing and he moves you out of the bathroom stall. you wipe your tears away, mumbling a sorry, avoiding all eye contact with him, looking at the ground.

“baby, look at me.”

your eyes look around at the ground before you slowly move your head up to look at him, a small pout on your lips. biting them from the nerves. it was a bad habit you’d never gotten rid of, you’ve had it since he’s met you. he looks at you, almost looking through your eyes. he places one hand on your arm, and grabs your right hand in his right hand, the matching tattoos clashing together.

“please, give me another chance. we’ll figure out the money, work, all of it.”

he pauses and looks down at your stomach. moving the hand that was on your arm to hold your stomach. looking up at you for confirmation that he could and you give him a small nod before he rubs the side of your tummy.

“i just can’t believe it. you should’ve told me!”

he raises his voice and you look away. still about to completely knaw off your lip.

“i didn’t think you’d want to stay. can you blame me?”

he pauses his rubs on your stomach, other hand still in yours and moves the hand that was on your stomach to your face, making you look at him. putting his thumb on your lips, getting you to stop biting them.

“i promise i want to be there for you and for our baby.”

you take a deep breath and he rubs his thumb on your tattoos.

“i won’t leave you, i’ll be better for us, i promise baby.”

you whisper under your breath. can’t believing you were about to say what was about to come out of your mouth.

“you promise…?”

his eyes light up.

“i promise baby.”

he pulls you into a tight hug and he hears you groan, forgetting that he might’ve been putting too much pressure on your belly. he gives you an awkward smile and he takes your hand into his and holds both your guys hands up to your face, as if showing you that he was never gonna let go of you again, and you two couldn’t be separated. you give him a light smile before letting go of his hand and he gives you a look of confusion.

“what? you never gave me the chance to wash my hands.”

[pianocat939]

Yandere Player 230 (Thanos) Headcanons

(Since at the time of this post I finished episode 5, I'll only include the first 2 games, but I'll probably finish the season in like a day or two, so I'll probably write a part 2 later)

All my headcanons of Squid Game from here on out are the players trying to keep MC from being killed. For non-players, I'll think of something else.

Part 2

Tw: aggressive behaviour (slight violence), [Murder is probably gonna be the next part]

Probably notices you because one: you pretty. Especially when 196 dies right away. Before the game even starts though, he's already trying to flirt. He tries so hard to glorify himself so that maybe you'd be interested in him.

I say 100% what would pull him in even more is if the reaction from you turns out to be either: "No thanks" or "???". Like you're just trying to get the money. This Thanos dude is weird.

As soon as the first game starts and player 196 dies, he immediately focuses all of his attention on you. Other than winning the game of course.

Let's you lose your footing and start to fall when the doll the turns around. But just in the perfect moment, he hugs you from behind, keeping you pressed against him. He snickers, staring at you.

"Senorita, don't die yet. I haven't you made you obsess over me."

You know how high this mf is. He will try to get you to gallop with him lmao. He be like "Yippeee"

As you make the finish line. He pulls your cheek, laughing like a psycho.

"You're so cute. Don't worry. Thanos will destroy the evil with his infinity stones."

During voting, he tries to convince you to vote blue. He wants you on his team. He wants to keep playing this hellhole of a game with you. He's a psycho, he knows that.

If you don't, he'll just be clingy af and stick to you as much as possible. He literally doesn't give a single fuck what everyone else thinks. He just wants you to acknowledge him and maybe show interest.

During meal time, he probably tries to feed you or get you to feed him. He probably pokes you with the spoon until you eat.

"Come onnnn, you need to eat if you wanna survive with me, yeah?"

During sleep time, istg 10000% he will try to get into your bed when you're asleep. He doesn't care if it wakes you up. He just wants to see your reaction. He would try to convince you to sleep beside him too. He doesn't really care if it's cramped or not.

He definitely will offer his pills to you. Nothing's better than making sure you're not panicked and getting yourself killed.

During game 2, he'll pull you into his team along with Namgyu. He'll let you pick whatever game you're good at. He'll definitely make sure you're next to him. Preferably on the edge so you're only connected to him.

"You stay next to me. You're good at 딱지 No?"

During the 2nd voting, he'll be much more aggressive with trying to get you to continue the game. If you choose no, he'll be much more pissy and follow you everywhere. If you choose yes, you'll just feed into his interest with you. He'll hug you or hold your arm.

During the 2nd night, he'll just pull you to his mattress and not let you leave. He's surprisingly very perceptive. He won't hesitate to squeeze your arm a little tighter to make sure you stay.

"Don't leave little mouse. Wouldn't want to get stabbed to shreds by someone, right?"

He likes showing off his raps to you. He doesn't care if someone thinks he's stupid or weird.

"It's Thanos yeah? Wouldn't wanna kill yourself yeah?"

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I'm sorry if my grammar is literally all over the place. If you couldn't tell, I am down bad for Thanos (and his actor being T.O.P. doesn't help).

- Celina

[lemonsdietcoke]

Parting Gift - Player 230

Dark!Thanos/Choi Su-bong x Fem!Reader

This is part 2 of my mini series love ridden (you don’t have to read part 1 but it helps you get a deeper understanding of their relationship)

Warnings: Toxic relationship,Emotional manipulation and gaslighting, DUBCON/implied sexual misconduct, power imbalances and coercion,mentions of substance abuse,threats of self-harm, mentions of bruising, vomiting, unreliable memory

Summary: “It ended bad, but I love what we started.” A night out, was supposed to be a distraction, a step to moving on. Instead it leaves you questioning everything. Loosely inspired by Parting gift-Fiona apple

MINORS DNI!

A/n: ahhhh here it is! This is very much a wild ride so be prepared and get comfortable lol. Lmk if yall fw. I love feedback. Lmk what you think!!

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“Two years.”

It echoes in your head as you stare at your phone. The screen blinks, illuminating the dark, quiet apartment, and your reflection stares back at you. Hollow eyes. Lifeless skin.

You don’t even recognize yourself anymore.

Two years of late nights.

Two years of broken promises.

Two years of fights that always ended the same way — with you apologizing for things you hadn’t even done.

Two years of Su-bong.

The notifications keep coming.

Messages. Missed calls. Voicemails.

You blocked him a week ago. You had to.

Before that, you let the calls go unanswered. You left his texts on read. But after that voicemail, you couldn’t take it anymore.

It wasn’t just the things he said.

It was the way he sounded.

Drunk. High out of his mind. Slurring his words like he could barely get them out.

You’d heard him like that before, of course. Countless times. But this was different.

The shaking breath at the beginning of the message.

The muffled sound of a bottle cap hitting the floor.

The distinct rattle of a pill bottle.

And then his voice —

Low. Rough. Desperate.

“You know, if you don’t fucking answer me…”

There was a pause. You could hear him breathing.

“Maybe I should just end it all.”

Another pause. Longer this time.

The sound of pills being shaken in his hand.

“It’s in your hands now.”

You remember sitting on the floor of your new apartment, the phone clutched in your hands, shaking so hard you thought you might drop it.

That was the breaking point.

You blocked him.

It was hard. Very hard.

What if he was serious?!

What if he did it and it was your fault?!

But it didn’t stop the nightmares.

It’s been a month since the breakup, and you haven’t left your apartment in days.

The dishes are piled up in the sink. Your laundry is overflowing.

You haven’t brushed your hair in three days.

The weight of it all feels suffocating.

You thought leaving him would make you feel free.

Instead, you feel empty.

When your phone buzzes again, you ignore it.

It’s probably Ji-hye.

She’s been trying to get you to go out for weeks.

“You need to live a little,” she said last time you saw her.

But you don’t feel like living.

Still, when your phone buzzes again, you pick it up.

Ji-hye ★ˎˊ˗ (9:17 PM): Come out with us tonight. Please?

Ji-hye ★ˎˊ˗ (9:18 PM): There’s a new club opening in Itaewon. It’ll be fun.

Ji-hye ★ˎˊ˗ (9:19 PM): I’m not taking no for an answer.

You stare at the messages for a long time.

The thought of going to a club makes your stomach turn.

You haven’t been out in two years.

You haven’t been you in two years.

But the apartment feels too small.

Too quiet.

Too empty.

Fuck it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The shower burns your skin.

You scrub until you feel raw, as if you can wash away the last two years.

But no amount of scrubbing erases the bruises —

The ones he left on your heart.

When you step out, you wipe the fogged mirror and stare at your reflection.

Your hair is a tangled mess.

Your eyes are rimmed with dark circles.

You look like someone who’s been barely holding it together.

This isn’t who I am, you tell yourself.

You plug in your hair straightener. You do your makeup.

By the time you’re done, you almost feel like yourself again.

You rifle through your closet, pulling out a black dress you haven’t worn in years. It still fits — snug and short, hugging your body in a way that feels foreign after months of oversized hoodies and leggings.

When you step into your heels, you wobble for a second.

It’s been so long since you’ve worn anything but sneakers.

But when you look in the mirror again —

You see her.

The girl you used to be.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ji-hye and her friends are already tipsy when you meet them outside the club.

She squeals when she sees you.

“Look at you! You look amazing!”

You try to smile, but it feels forced.

The club is packed.

Neon lights pulse to the beat of the music.

Bodies move together on the dance floor.

Ji-hye hands you a shot as soon as you walk in.

“Drink up!”

You down it quickly, the burn making you wince.

“Another?”

Why not?

By the time you lose count, you’ve had at least six shots.

Maybe more.

You stopped counting after the first round of tequila.

The room spins slightly, but you feel good.

Better than you’ve felt in weeks.

You laugh with Ji-hye.

You dance with strangers.

For the first time in a long time, you feel free.

And then you see him.

At first, you think your eyes are playing tricks on you.

But when you blink, he’s still there.

Su-bong.

He’s standing near the bar, his eyes locked on you.

His hair is messy, his shirt unbuttoned at the top.

He looks the same as he always does —

Rough around the edges, disheveled in that careless way that made you fall for him in the first place.

But there’s something in his eyes —

Something dark.

Your stomach twists.

The room feels too hot.

You grab Ji-hye’s arm.

“Ji-hye. Is he…?”

Her eyes widen.

“Oh shit.”

“What the fuck is he doing here?”

She bites her lip, looking guilty.

“I didn’t know. I swear. But he’s friends with Seung-ho.”

She nods toward one of the guys in their group — a guy you don’t know well.

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Your heart pounds in your chest, a wild, frantic beat.

You down another shot, your hands shaking slightly.

Maybe if you ignore him, he’ll go away.

But he doesn’t.

When you look up again, he’s moving toward you.

You see him before he speaks.

The way he weaves through the crowd, his gaze locked on you like he’s on a mission.

You look away.

You try to pretend you didn’t see him.

But it’s too late.

He’s right there.

“Hey.”

His voice cuts through the noise, low and rough.

You don’t turn around.

You keep your eyes on your drink, your knuckles white as you grip the glass.

“I didn’t know you came here.”

He leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

Your whole body goes stiff.

“Fuck off, Su-bong.”

Your voice is steady, but your heart is pounding.

He doesn’t move.

Instead, he slides into the seat next to you.

Like he belongs there.

Like nothing happened.

“Come on,” he says, his tone light, almost teasing. “You’re really not even going to say hi?”

You turn to him, your eyes flashing.

���Why would I?”

He shrugs, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“Because you missed me.”

You laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“Missed you?”

You set your drink down, leaning closer.

“You left me voicemails threatening to fucking kill yourself. Do you know how fucked up that is?”

His expression doesn’t change.

He doesn’t flinch.

Instead, he tilts his head, studying you.

“Did it scare you?”

Your blood runs cold.

“What?”

“Did it scare you?” he repeats, his voice soft.

“Did you think I was going to do it?”

You stare at him, horrified.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

His lips twitch into something that might be a smile — but there’s no warmth in it.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” he says, his tone almost casual.

“And you wouldn’t answer. You wouldn’t talk to me.”

“So you thought threatening to kill yourself was the way to get my attention?”

Your voice is shaking now, anger and fear mixing in your chest.

He doesn’t answer.

Instead, he reaches for your hand.

And you’re too stunned to pull away.

“I missed you,” he says softly.

“I don’t know what to do without you.”

You rip your hand away, standing up so fast your chair scrapes against the floor.

“Don’t fucking do that.”

Your voice is loud now, cutting through the music.

“Don’t pretend you’re some fucking victim.”

His expression hardens.

“I’m not pretending.”

“You are.”

You step closer, your chest heaving.

“You always do this. You always make it about you. Like your fucking pain is the only thing that matters.”

He stands up slowly, towering over you.

“I’m in pain because of you.”

You scoff, shaking your head.

“That’s bullshit.”

“Don’t lie to yourself.”

His voice is low now. Dangerous.

“You love me.”

Your hands tremble at your sides.

“I don’t.”

“Yes, you do.”

He steps closer.

“I know you do. You wouldn’t be this angry if you didn’t.”

You hate how he gets in your head.

How he twists your words.

“I don’t love you,” you say again, but it sounds weaker this time.

He leans in, his breath brushing against your cheek.

“Then why haven’t you moved on?”

The question hits you like a punch to the gut.

And you don’t have an answer.

“Let’s go outside,” he says.

His voice is softer now, coaxing.

“It’s too loud in here.”

You hesitate.

“Please.”

He reaches for your hand again, and this time, you don’t pull away.

“Just talk to me.”

Your heart is pounding.

Your mind is spinning.

And against your better judgment —

You follow him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The alleyway outside the club smells like cigarette smoke and spilled beer.

You cross your arms over your chest, shivering slightly. The night air feels too cold against your skin, cutting through the warmth of the alcohol.

Su-bong lights a cigarette, his hands shaking slightly as he brings it to his lips.

For a moment, neither of you speak.

Then —

“What do you want from me?”

Your voice cuts through the quiet, sharp and strained.

He exhales a cloud of smoke, his gaze steady on you.

“I just want you.”

You laugh, bitter and harsh.

“Do you even hear yourself? You had me, Su-bong. You had me for two fucking years, and you—”

Your voice cracks.

“You fucking broke me.”

His jaw tightens.

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did.”

Your chest heaves, your breath fogging in the cold air.

“Over and over again.”

“I know.”

He takes a step closer.

“And I’m sorry.”

It’s the softness in his voice that undoes you.

That fucking softness.

Because for a split second —

You almost believe him.

“I never wanted to hurt you.”

His words hang in the air between you, soft and deliberate, like he’s trying to carve them into your skin. And you hate how much they make your chest ache.

You hate that it’s him standing here, saying these things. Again.

“You say that like it fucking matters.” Your voice comes out steadier than you feel. “Like it changes anything.”

He exhales smoke, eyes never leaving yours. “It does matter.”

“No, it doesn’t.” You shake your head, your arms tightening around yourself like it’s the only thing holding you together. “You’ve hurt me too many times for it to matter.”

A pause.

A flicker of something in his eyes.

And then, softly —

“I couldn’t stop.”

The words hit you harder than you want them to.

Your chest tightens, your mind flashing back to the nights he stumbled through the door, high and out of it, mumbling half-assed apologies through the haze.

“I don’t know how to stop,” he continues, his voice quiet. “Not without you.”

You close your eyes, willing the tears to stay put.

“You can’t keep doing this,” you whisper. “You can’t keep blaming me for your fucking choices.”

“I’m not.”

“Then what the fuck is this?” You gesture between the two of you, your voice rising. “What do you think you’re doing right now?”

“I’m trying to fix it.”

Your laugh is sharp, bitter. “Fix it? You can’t fix this, Su-bong. You can’t.”

He flinches at the way your voice cracks.

But he doesn’t back down.

“I can try.”

You shake your head, the weight of it all pressing down on you. The months of pain, the sleepless nights, the voicemail that still echoes in your mind.

“You’re fucking selfish.”

His jaw clenches, but he doesn’t deny it.

“You don’t love me,” you say, and it feels like you’re ripping your own heart out. “You love what I do for you. You love having someone to pick up the pieces when you fall apart. Someone to save you.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” Your chest heaves. “You only ever show up when you’re desperate. When you need something. And I’m fucking done being that person for you.”

He takes a step closer, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers, burning down to the filter.

“I don’t want anyone else.”

You hate the way your heart twists.

“I want you.”

You shake your head again, but it’s weaker this time.

“I love you.”

And there it is.

Those three fucking words.

The words that used to make your heart explode. The words that used to make you believe in him, in a future that never existed.

“I can’t do this without you,” he says, and his voice breaks, just a little. “I’ve tried, Y/N. I’ve tried to be better, but I’m fucking lost without you.”

Your hands tremble at your sides.

“You’re only lost because you never tried to find yourself,” you whisper. “You’ve always expected me to do it for you.”

His eyes soften, that familiar vulnerability creeping in.

“I’m trying now.”

“No, you’re not.” You take a step back. “You’re trying to pull me back in. That’s all you ever do.”

A beat of silence.

Then —

“I miss you.”

The words cut through the night, soft and raw.

And you feel yourself wavering.

Fuck.

You press your palms to your face, trying to breathe, trying to steady yourself.

“You don’t get it,” you whisper. “You don’t get what you did to me.”

He takes another step closer, so close now that you can feel the heat of his body.

“I never stopped loving you.”

Your chest heaves, your heart pounding.

“I don’t want to hear that.”

“You need to.”

“No, I fucking don’t.” Your voice cracks, tears burning at the edges of your eyes. “What I need is to move on.”

His hand reaches out, tentative, trembling.

But when his fingers brush against your arm-

You flinch.

It’s instinctive.

A reaction you couldn’t stop if you tried.

And the look on his face?

It’s devastating.

He pulls his hand back slowly, like he’s been burned.

“I’m not him anymore.”

The words are quiet, almost desperate.

“I’m not the guy who fucked up. I’m not the guy who hurt you.”

“You are.” Your voice is soft, but firm. “You’ll always be that guy, Su-bong.”

His gaze drops to the ground, and for a moment, you think he’s going to give up.

But then he looks up again.

“I just want to talk,” he says. “Five minutes. That’s all I’m asking.”

You hesitate.

The rational part of you — the part that’s spent the last month piecing yourself back together — is screaming at you to walk away.

But your heart?

Your heart is still caught in the web he’s spun around you.

“ we’re already talking…” you slightly slur your words, the alcohol taking full effect.

“Five minutes,” he says again, softer this time. “At my place. Please.”

And against your better judgment —

You nod.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You wake to the sensation of weight.

Heavy. Suffocating.

An arm draped over your waist. A body pressed too close, warm breath against the back of your neck.

And for one blissful second, you’re still half asleep. Still caught in that hazy space between dreams and reality, your mind fogged over with sleep, soft and pliant.

But then your eyes open.

And everything sharpens.

The bedroom is dark — curtains drawn, faint slivers of morning light sneaking through the cracks. The air is stale, tinged with cigarette smoke and something faintly metallic. It smells familiar.

And the weight around your waist?

It’s Su-bong.

Your stomach lurches.

No. No, no, no.

You squeeze your eyes shut, your heart pounding in your chest, the dull ache between your temples throbbing harder with each beat. Your mind scrambles to piece together how the fuck you ended up here. The last thing you remember clearly is the club — Ji-hye pulling you onto the dance floor, shots of tequila burning your throat, the neon lights swirling around you.

And then —

His voice.

His hands.

And now you’re here. In his bed.

You hold your breath, every muscle in your body going rigid. His arm is still heavy across your waist, his hand curled loosely against your hip, fingers twitching like he’s dreaming.

Carefully — so carefully — you think maybe you can slip out from under him.

Carefully, you reach for his wrist, your fingers trembling as you try to lift his arm off you. The sheet rustles softly, the sound too loud in the suffocating silence. You freeze, your breath hitching.

He stirs.

A small, unconscious noise slips from his throat, his fingers curling slightly against your hip.

Your heart slams against your ribs.

Please don’t wake up.

You stay frozen, your body stiff, your breath shallow. His arm feels impossibly heavy against your waist, like it’s anchoring you to the mattress. Slowly — so slowly — you ease it off you, inch by inch, until it finally falls to the bed.

He murmurs something in his sleep, low and unintelligible.

You freeze again, your pulse roaring in your ears.

He doesn’t wake.

You let out a shaky breath, the sound barely audible, and sit up as quietly as you can. The room tilts slightly as you do, your head pounding with a dull, persistent ache. You press a hand to your temple, blinking against the dizziness.

The sheets are tangled around your legs, the fabric twisted and damp with sweat. You untangle yourself carefully, your fingers trembling, your movements slow and deliberate.

His body shifts slightly behind you, his breathing deepening for a moment before settling back into a steady rhythm.

Move.

You swing your legs over the edge of the bed, the floor cold against your bare feet. The hem of your dress rides up as you stand, the fabric wrinkled and twisted, clinging to your skin.

You glance back at him, your chest tight.

He’s still asleep.

But his face is turned toward you now, his hair falling into his eyes, his lips parted slightly. He looks softer like this, his usual sharp edges dulled by sleep.

It makes your stomach turn.

Focus.

You force your gaze away, scanning the room for your things.

Your phone.

Your purse.

Where the fuck are they?

The panic sets in slowly, creeping up your spine like cold water, inch by inch. You scan the room, searching for your things, but the room looks almost exactly the same as when you left a month ago.

Cluttered. Messy. The ashtray on the nightstand is overflowing. Empty bottles litter the floor. The same crumpled blankets. The same cigarette burns in the carpet.

Like time stood still.

Like he hasn’t moved on.

Your stomach twists painfully, nausea creeping in at the edges. You stand, your legs unsteady, your head pounding. The ache in your body — between your thighs, in the muscles of your legs — is impossible to ignore.

You take a step toward the bathroom, your hands trembling as you reach for the door handle. You need a moment to breathe. To think.

To figure out what the fuck happened.

The bathroom is as grim as you remember. The light flickers when you turn it on, casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. The mirror is streaked with water stains, the sink cluttered with half-used toiletries.

You close the door behind you, locking it with a shaky hand.

And then you catch your reflection.

Your lipstick is barely there anymore, smudged at the edges. Your mascara streaked under your eyes. Your hair is a tangled mess, the carefully straightened strands now knotted and frizzy.

But it’s the rest of you that makes your breath catch.

The dress you wore last night is twisted around your waist, the hem wrinkled and pulled too high. Your thighs are bare. You pull at the fabric, tugging it down, but your hands freeze when you see the faint bruises.

Finger-shaped bruises.

They’re light, barely there, but you know what they are.

Your stomach drops.

You lift the hem of your dress higher, revealing more bruises along your inner thighs. Some small, faint smudges of blue and purple. Some darker.

You press your fingers to them, your skin flinching under your own touch.

Did I fall?

Did I—

Your mind races, scrambling for an explanation, for anything that makes sense.

And then your eyes flicker lower.

Your underwear is backward.

You stare for a long moment, your brain struggling to catch up with what you’re seeing. The waistband digs awkwardly into your hips, the tag twisted around to the front.

You blink.

Once.

Twice.

Your stomach churns violently.

You lift the toilet lid, falling to your knees as you retch. There’s nothing in your stomach but bile, burning its way up your throat.

When you’re done, you sit back on your heels, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. The bathroom spins around you, your head pounding, your chest heaving with shallow breaths.

You reach for the sink, pulling yourself up slowly, your hands gripping the edge so tightly your knuckles turn white.

Your eyes flicker back to your reflection.

The bruises.

The backward underwear.

The ache between your legs.

Did we—

No.

No, no, no.

You grip the sink harder, your nails digging into the porcelain.

‘I don’t remember.’

That’s the worst part.

You don’t remember anything.

You remember seeing him at the club. You remember yelling at him, calling him out for the voicemail. You remember him pulling you outside, the alley reeking of cigarette smoke and beer.

And then it’s all a blur.

Flashes of his voice. His hand on your arm. The way he looked at you — dark, desperate.

But nothing else.

Your chest tightens painfully.

You want to leave.

You need to leave.

You unlock the bathroom door with shaking hands, your heart pounding in your chest as you step back into the bedroom.

But when you step inside —

He’s awake.

Su-bong is sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his fingers tangled in his hair. He looks up when he hears you, his gaze locking on yours.

And the first thing you notice?

He’s sober.

There’s no haze in his eyes. No slurred speech. No unsteady hands.

He’s completely sober.

Your stomach twists painfully.

“Morning.”

His voice is soft, tentative.

Like he’s testing the waters.

You don’t say anything.

You take a step toward the nightstand, searching for your phone. Your purse. Anything.

But he stands up slowly, blocking your path.

“Hey.”

His voice is softer now, coaxing.

“You don’t have to run.”

Your hands tremble at your sides.

“I don’t remember anything,” you whisper, your voice cracking. “I don’t—”

“I know.” His eyes soften, his brows pulling together in that familiar expression of concern. “You were really drunk.”

Your heart sinks.

“What happened?”

He exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair. “You saw me at the club. You… you wanted to come back here.”

You shake your head, your stomach churning.

“I don’t remember that.”

You must’ve been really drunk because from what you remember you weren’t exactly happy too see him. How did you go from fighting with him to begging to be back at his apartment?

“You were drunk,” he says again, like it’s the answer to everything. “It’s okay. I took care of you.”

Your chest tightens painfully.

The bruises.

The backward underwear.

The ache.

“What do you mean, you took care of me?”

His gaze flickers away for a moment, his jaw tightening.

“You wanted to come back,” he says softly. “You told me you missed me. That you wanted to… you know. Talk. Figure things out.”

Your mind spins, scrambling to fill in the blanks.

“I don’t remember,” you whisper again, your voice shaking.

“I know.” He steps closer, his voice low, soothing. “It’s okay. I missed you too.”

He reaches for your hand, his fingers brushing yours.

You flinch.

But he doesn’t pull back.

“I missed you,” he says again, his voice softening. “I love you.”

The words hit you like a punch to the gut. They only hurt so bad because he was saying them now. After everything.

And for a moment —

You don’t know what to believe.

“You were wasted, Y/N.”

His words come soft, careful, like he’s tiptoeing around something fragile. His body language matches it — slouched shoulders, a furrowed brow, the faintest slump in his posture like he’s weighed down by concern.

Your stomach churns.

“I… I wasn’t that drunk.” The words feel hollow as they leave your mouth. A lie to yourself, as much as to him. You’d lost count at six shots. At least six. Maybe more.

His lips press into a thin line, a faint shake of his head following. “You could barely stand.”

Your hands curl into fists at your sides, knuckles trembling.

“I don’t remember…” You force the words out, hating how small they sound, how they let the power tip toward him.

He exhales slowly, running a hand down his face.

“I don’t know what you want me to say. You were crying. Saying you missed me. That you needed me.” He pauses, eyes meeting yours, steady and unwavering. “What was I supposed to do, huh? Just leave you there?”

The breath punches out of you. Crying? Saying you missed him? Needed him?

That couldn’t be true. That can’t be true.

But your mind betrays you. A flash of his hands steadying you on the dance floor. His voice coaxing you into the alley. The warmth of his hand brushing yours.

Pieces fall together, but the picture is fractured, missing the crucial moments. And that’s what he’s counting on.

“I don’t…” Your voice cracks, a fresh wave of panic rolling through you. “I wouldn’t—”

“You did,” he says firmly. Not loud, but firm enough that it cuts through your protest. “You were falling apart, Y/N. I couldn’t just—” He stops, dragging his hand through his hair like he’s trying to collect himself. “I had to help you.”

Help you.

The bruises on your thighs burn like a brand.

“By bringing me here?” you snap, your voice rising. “By—by—” You stop yourself before the question comes tumbling out: Did you touch me?

His face hardens just slightly, enough to send a shiver skittering down your spine. “I wasn’t going to let you go home alone. Not like that. You don’t even know what could’ve happened.”

“What do you mean what could’ve happened?” Your voice cracks, pitching higher, panic seeping in. “What did happen?”

He holds your gaze, and for a moment, his expression softens again. “Nothing happened.”

The words should feel like a relief. They don’t.

“Nothing?” Your voice is small, but there’s a sharp edge to it.

“Nothing,” he repeats, stepping closer. Too close. “You needed me, Y/N. And I was there for you. Like I always have been.”

Always.

Your mind spirals, reaching for anything concrete, any moment from last night that you can grab onto. But it’s all a haze, smothered by the tequila and the smoke and him.

“I don’t…” You press a hand to your temple, the ache blooming there sharp and relentless. “I don’t remember asking to come back here.”

His hand reaches out, brushing against your arm, and you flinch without meaning to.

His eyes darken at that. “You’re scared of me now?”

You want to say yes. But the word lodges itself in your throat, too big to swallow, too dangerous to spit out.

“I’m not scared of you,” you lie.

“Then why are you acting like this?” His voice is soft, low, almost tender. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Y/N. I just—” He stops, his jaw clenching. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay. And now you’re looking at me like I’m a fucking monster.”

He steps closer. You step back. The space between you feels like it’s shrinking, suffocating.

“Why am I here, Su-bong?” Your voice is stronger now, the edge of panic sharpening it. “Why the fuck was I in your bed?”

He tilts his head slightly, his brows knitting together like you’ve just said something unreasonable. “You wanted to be here.”

“No.” You shake your head, your chest tightening. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t—” Your voice cracks, the words tangling in your throat. “I don’t even remember coming back with you.”

His expression doesn’t shift. “You were drunk,” he says simply. “You don’t have to make this a big deal.”

You laugh — bitter, sharp. “Not a big deal?” The words tumble out before you can stop them. “Not a big fucking deal? I don’t even know what happened, Su-bong. I don’t—” Your breath hitches, your stomach twisting violently. The next words catch in your throat, almost too heavy to force out. “Did we—”

You can’t say it. You can barely think it.

“Did we have sex?”

He doesn’t react right away. Not outwardly. But you catch it — the faint flicker of tension in his jaw, the way his gaze shifts to the side before finding yours again.

“Why would you ask me that?” His voice is steady, but there’s something too measured about it, like he’s rehearsed this answer in his head a thousand times.

“Because I don’t fucking know,” you snap, your hands trembling. They curl into fists at your sides, shaking with every ragged breath. “My underwear’s on backwards, Su-bong. I have bruises. And you’re acting—” You stop yourself, your throat tightening painfully. “You’re acting like you did something.”

His jaw tightens again, and this time his tongue darts out, wetting his lips. He exhales slowly, dragging his hand through his hair.

“I didn’t do anything you didn’t want,” he says finally, his tone low but clipped.

It’s not an answer.

It’s not a fucking answer.

“What does that mean?” Your voice rises, panic flaring again. “What the fuck does that mean?”

“It means you wanted to come back with me,” he says, sharper now, a flash of frustration cutting through the veneer of calm. “You were all over me at the club, Y/N. I told you we shouldn’t—” He cuts himself off abruptly, his fingers raking through his hair again, the strands spiking in every direction. “But you wouldn’t let it go.”

Your stomach twists painfully, the nausea creeping back in full force.

“I wouldn’t let it go?” Your voice cracks, disbelief bleeding into every syllable. “You’re blaming me? You’re saying I—”

“I’m not blaming you.” He exhales sharply, his voice softening just slightly, like he’s trying to rein himself back in. “I’m saying you wanted this. You made that clear.”

“I don’t even remember!” Your voice breaks now, raw and jagged, splintering through the room. “How can I want something I can’t fucking remember?”

He steps closer, and this time you’re too stunned, too frozen, to move.

“Y/N.” His voice drops lower, almost pleading, his hand twitching at his side like he wants to reach for you. “You were drunk, yeah. But you weren’t—” He hesitates, his gaze flickering over your face. “You weren’t out of it. You knew what you were doing.”

The words settle over you like a lead weight, pressing down on your chest until it feels impossible to breathe. Your mind scrambles to piece together the night before, to fill in the blanks, but it’s all fog. Hazy flashes of neon lights and pounding music and his hand on your arm.

“I don’t—” Your voice falters, cracking under the weight in your chest. “I don’t know what to believe.”

His expression softens slightly, his shoulders lowering as he steps closer again, closing the gap between you.

“You don’t have to decide anything right now,” he says, his voice coaxing, soothing. He reaches for your hand, brushing his fingers against yours.

You flinch.

The motion is small, instinctive. But he catches it, his gaze darkening for a fraction of a second before he carefully, deliberately pulls his hand back.

“I don’t know what else to say to you,” he murmurs, his tone taking on a faint edge of frustration again. “I tried to do the right thing, Y/N. I could’ve left you at the club. I could’ve let you go home alone. But I didn’t.”

He looks at you, his eyes steady and unwavering, and you hate how much they make your stomach twist.

“I stayed.” He takes another step forward, close enough now that you can smell the faint trace of his cologne, mingling with the smoke and stale alcohol lingering in the room. “Because you needed me.”

You press your back against the wall, your hands gripping the hem of your dress so tightly it crumples in your fists.

“I don’t remember needing you,” you say, your voice small but sharp, each word cutting through the thick tension in the room.

His gaze drops to the floor for a moment, his lips pressing into a thin line. When he looks up again, there’s something different in his eyes. Something dark.

“Then maybe you should ask yourself why you’re here.”

The question hits like a punch to the gut, stealing the breath from your lungs.

You don’t answer. You can’t.

And in the silence that follows, he steps back, his expression shifting to something softer, more familiar.

“I missed you,” he says, his voice low, almost tender. “And I know you missed me too.”

“Just… stay.”

The word hangs in the air between you, heavy and suffocating.

Stay.

You want to run. You want to grab your things and get out of this apartment, out of this nightmare, and never look back. But your legs won’t move. Your feet feel glued to the floor, weighed down by doubt and fear and something else—something softer, something that aches when he looks at you like this.

“I don’t know if I can trust you,” you whisper.

His jaw tightens, his hands curling into fists at his sides. But when he speaks, his voice is soft. Vulnerable.

“I know.” His gaze drops to the floor for a moment, then back to you. “I don’t blame you for feeling that way. But I’m not the guy I was before, Y/N. I’m trying. I’m trying to be better.”

You hate how much those words hurt. How much you want to believe them.

“You shouldn’t have brought me here,” you say, your voice trembling. “I didn’t ask for this.”

“You did,” he says firmly. “Maybe you don’t remember, but you did.”

The words cut through you like a blade, sharp and cold. You don’t believe him. You don’t want to believe him.

But the tequila haze clouds everything, blurring the edges of the truth.

“Just give me a chance,” he says, stepping closer again. “Let me prove it to you. Let me—” He stops himself, his voice catching. “Let me fix this.”

Your throat tightens, the weight of his words pressing down on you, crushing.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” you whisper.

He reaches for your hand again, and this time, you don’t pull away. His fingers are warm, steady, wrapping around yours like they belong there. Like they always have.

“You don’t have to decide right now,” he says again. His voice is so soft, so careful. “Just stay. Please.”

Your chest heaves, your breath shallow and uneven.

And then—

Your phone buzzes.

The sound cuts through the tension like a knife, sharp and jarring. You jerk your hand away from his, your heart leaping into your throat as you spin toward the nightstand.

Your phone is lying there, screen glowing faintly in the dim light. Ji-hye’s name flashes across the screen.

Your stomach twists violently.

Su-bong doesn’t move. He stands frozen in place, his gaze fixed on you. You don’t look at him. You don’t want to see whatever’s written on his face.

You grab the phone, your fingers trembling as you swipe to open the message.

Ji-hye ★ˎˊ˗(9:04 AM): You good? Please tell me you didn’t go home with him.

Your breath catches, your chest tightening painfully.

“Who is it?” Su-bong’s voice cuts through the silence, low and steady, but there’s an edge to it now.

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Instead, you take a shaky step back, clutching the phone like it’s the only thing tethering you to reality.

“Y/N.” His voice is softer now, coaxing, but there’s a sharpness beneath it, something dark and unyielding. “Who was it?”

“Ji-hye.” The name barely makes it out of your mouth, your voice cracking on the second syllable.

He hums, low and quiet. “What did she say?”

You glance down at the screen again, the words burning into your retinas. You good? Please tell me you didn’t go home with him.

You don’t know what to say.

What can you say?

“Y/N,” he says again, stepping closer. His voice drops lower, quieter, like he’s trying to keep you from bolting. “Talk to me.”

Your chest heaves, your breath coming faster now. “I need to go.”

The words feel weak, hollow, and you hate how they tremble as they leave your lips.

“Go where?” His question is quiet, but there’s a weight to it that makes your stomach turn.

“Away from here.”

The second the words are out, his expression shifts. The softness in his gaze hardens, his lips pressing into a thin line.

“If you walk out that door…” He trails off, his voice cutting off like he’s biting down on the rest of the sentence.

Your heart races, panic rising in your chest. “What?”

His jaw clenches, the muscles in his neck tightening. “If you walk out that door, you’ll never see me again.”

The words hit like a punch to the gut, knocking the air from your lungs.

There’s a finality to them, an edge that cuts too deep. You don’t know what he means — if he’s talking about leaving your life or leaving altogether — but it doesn’t matter.

It scares you.

And he knows it.

His gaze stays locked on yours, unflinching, unwavering. “I’m serious, Y/N.”

Your phone buzzes again in your hand, the sound startling you. You glance down at the screen.

Ji-hye ★ˎˊ˗(9:06 AM): If you’re with him, just leave. I’ll come get you.

You swallow hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you.

Su-bong takes another step closer. “You don’t have to leave.” His voice drops lower, almost a whisper. “We can talk. We can figure this out. But if you walk away now…”

He doesn’t finish the sentence, but he doesn’t have to. The threat lingers in the air between you, heavy and suffocating.

Your fingers tighten around your phone, Ji-hye’s message flashing like a lifeline in your palm.

“Y/N.” His voice is softer now, pleading. “Stay.”

You look up at him, your chest heaving, your mind spinning.

And in that moment, you don’t know what scares you more; the thought of staying, or the thought of leaving.

[tsuutarr]

You were worried that your move to the countryside would be difficult, but your new farmer neighbor is just so kind. He’s always helping you out around the house and knows exactly when you’re in trouble to the point that you’re pretty sure he has a sixth sense (or cameras around your house, but he’s too sweet to do that). In fact, he’s just so sweet that he gives you plenty of tasty things to eat every week – his homemade meals are delicious, filled with love and something else. 

Cream soup, cream pasta, cream puffs… not to mention the creamy milk from his farm – they’re all just so tasty! You’ve asked him for recipes before, but he only winked and said, “Family secret,” with a smile.

Still, you can’t be too disgruntled, not when he’s always treating you so well. “This is delicious!” you say one day, eating one of the éclairs he’s gifted you. “Seriously, how do you cook so well?”

“Experience,” he chuckles, using his thumb to brush some custard cream off of your face. Gently, he presses his thumb to your lips, a small smile on his face. “Now, it’s not nice to waste food, yeah?”

You instinctively lick the cream off of his thumb, making his eyes darken despite his lingering smile.

“Next time, Sugar, y’should come over to my house – I’ll make sure you leave all full and satiated.”

Eagerly, you nod. You can hardly resist his invitation – not when his food is so, so good.

And maybe, this time, you’ll finally get to see what makes him such a great cook.

[georgialeeches]

Dark Thanos Headcanons

/Female Pronouns used/ /Some Nsfw parts/

dark is in the title because I’m too lazy to do tw’s

> Thanos stuck to you during ‘Red Light/Green Light’, voted O just so you’d have to stay in the dorm together, and built a team to become your leader

> But at night his high fades and its like he switches off. He wakes up all serious and unavailable

> You really only have one idea, sucking his dick for attention. He just stares down, maybe grunts a few times, then pulls your head off when he’s done. Not a word

> It’s not until the next game is announced that he’ll re-up and you get your manic boy back, apologising for neglecting you and making dumb lil raps

> ‘Mingle’ Is perfect for him. He can be hyperactive and grind on you the whole time. You’re not gonna shake him off when you’re so preoccupied with trying to stay upright. it’s the last round

“Two 둘”

> He lets go- Thanos and Nam-gyu ran without looking back. You wouldn’t have made it if not for someone snatching you their way. It was so quick you hadn’t even registered who saved you

> But Thanos does. Seeing you come out of a room with alone with Myung-gi?! He spent the whole time telling Nam-gyu how worried about you he was, and you were betraying him!

> Now you’re both angry for very different reasons. You want to upset him, and you know the easiest way is by voting X

> He starts tweaking, immediately assuming who you did that for, when O’s win he drags you back to their side

“MG-FUCKING-COIN, RIGHT?!”

“IS THAT WHY YOU WANNA GET OUT?! BE WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND?!”

“WHO I FUCKING OWN!”

> Pushing you down infront of his bed he commands you to stay and the whole team walks out

“HEY! MG-Coin. was taking my money not enough?, you gonna take my girl too?!“

You don’t know what they did but he comes back less hostile, even pulls you up under him.

> You still sleep in his bed even though he’s mad. Not sure if that’s because of distrust after the vote or if he still thinks it’s doing something to Myung-gi. He did confiscate your blanket and put his 230 jacket over you

> He’s being sweet the next day. Brought food to you, even made his homies give up some of theirs

“Just do one more game.”

“I need to make money for our future together”

He’d try to guilt trip you with him being suicidal, say you’re ‘healing’ his soul.

“Don’t worry, ofcourse we’ll protect you!”

> And that’s why you better vote O tonight. You have a death wish if you’re not by his side when the lights go out. Understood?

> That night you hit O and immediately go hold onto him. Knowing to be doting since you’ll be with him longer, in more danger, if O’s win

> Instead it ended in a tie, that’s something even scarier. you’re dreading it getting late. Thanos says he’ll prepare you, he puts a pill in your mouth and takes 2 himself. You’ve never been high before

> That’s making you more nervous, plus the guilt that you should’ve been the vote that made X’s win. Then the room goes black. You start tripping. And Thanos isn’t next to you anymore

> You stumble up. The fluorescent light pulsing, everyone’s moving too fast, sounds of agony are being echoed. You weave through the dorm. You can’t tell if you’re really hearing your name until Thanos grabs you. Dripping with blood, he can’t wait to tell you what he just did.

> Revealing exactly how he and Nam-gyu had spent all day planning how they’d kill Myung-gi. Why the fuck are you crying right now? He’s providing for you. You should be grateful!

“WHATS UP?! YOU MISS HIM?”

“IF HE WANTED YOU HE WOULDN’T HAVE DIED LIKE A BITCH!”

> Denying it isn’t enough, fucking prove it. Go kill someone. Make a sacrifice to him.

> You’re still out of your mind, there’s no choice. He stands a few feet back and watches you take down a random X. You end up on the ground, sobbing, shaking, blood soaked. And he loves it-

> He yanks you up and takes you over to the corner wall. Riot still going on around you, he has too much adrenaline to wait. He wants to fuck you while myung-gi’s blood is still wet, you might still be crying- but whatever that drug was, it made you really want this

“You wanna know what the-ummgh-the last thing your boyfriend heard was?”

‘You’re mine..’ ‘all of it belongs.. to.. ME!’

> The room gets lit up, he scrambed his dick back in his pants when the guards filed in. Since you didn’t make him cum he leaves you there.

> By the morning you’re dopesick thanks to his drugs and can barely walk thanks to how deep he was stroking. He’s just annoyed you might slow him down in the next game

[harmonysanreads]

I cannot get over anaxa being a sassy bitch in his text thing to aglaea lmao

In the Japanese text apparently, he even calls her a hypocrite lolol. Praying so hard that he stays as insufferable (or even more) as this. Bitch of the bitches or whatever it is, we need more characters who have no chill.

This, unironically gave me an idea : Anaxa who is hated throughout Amphoreus with a Reader who is loved by everyone — how basic it is to fall for you. He thought himself to be sharper than that, not be weak to the trap you definitely have set. It's simply not logically possible for everyone to love someone unanimously, it has to be an illusion — like that sky of Amphoreus. It is a shame that a scholar's curiosity is his greatest bane, he never should've never fostered his questions.

Or the less emotionally packed and sweeter alternative, one where you're in an established relationship and a rather happy one at that. The people of Amphoreus can't comprehend this match, there has to be something more to this, right? Blink twice if you need help.

[phoenixeclipse-lmkau]

Chapter #Eleven – The Fox Demoness

A familiar face is an unfamiliar face to another. An unfamiliar face can also be so familiar too.

You looked around in confusion when she said that, you weren’t particularly surprised by her words though. She was apart of this strange world so she must have been to far more places than you ever were if she was truthful about being a traveler, something she mentioned just the other day. You frowned when she frowned, a dark look crossing over her face as she glared at the road ahead.

"Is everything okay?" You asked, cautiously and slowly, uncertain of what to say or do.

*Chirp*

You glanced slightly to the side to Plum who was starting to chirp more staring at the dense forest to the left. Confused you turned to look at what he was chirping about... what- A flash of what looked like fire sped foreword swirling around and through the trees around them.

Both monkey cubs growled while you shrank back. Your heart rate picked up as you looked to and fro trying to figure out what that was. The temperature around all four of you began to slowly drop as Spirit growled leaning into a pose ready to strike. You backed up slightly a hand going up to your shoulders, worried about the small monkeys.

The fire seemed to circle around them like a torch, at least you thought it was a torch at first. However when you looked closer you noticed that no, no it wasn’t a torch at all. Rich golden fur covered a large fox's body, six tails trailed behind it as it bound around them.

"What is that?" You muttered, eyes widening is shock and fear.

“That is a six tailed fox demon,” Spirit growled, her ears flattening to her head as she watched the orange eyes snap open in the distance, staring at the group silently.

The fox stopped sitting behind the trees and you were able to get a much better look at it. You noticed the golden fur was tipped with red and orange at the very tips of the fur. Each of the fox’s tails were dipped with white matching each one. Narrow brown eyes looked back at your group as it sat elegantly on the ground, each tail gently swaying. It made no move to come closer but also didn’t seem to leave.

“Who are you?” Spirit growled angrily, her tail lashing around trying to make her look larger.

The fox tilted its head, a grin seemed to spread across its face, before it took a large leap forward. You scream at the sight and back away as fast as you can with Spirit helping to push you back. A giggle sounded out around you as you ran, the fox bounding to the side and around you. Teasing and mocking you.

It nipped at your heel and Spirit snarled, sending a wave of ice straight towards it, only for it to easily dodge. The laughter and giggles echoed around you, as you both ran. The cubs were both chittering and growling at the fox before you pulled them down to hold them protectively. You didn’t notice how they went silent for just a moment, their faces pressed against your chest as you ran from the six tailed fiery fox. Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest when suddenly flames shot between you and Spirit.

You heard the cubs screech as you stumbled to the ground. Your ears were ringing from both the noise of Spirit’s startled scream and the way your own heart was pounding rapidly in your chest. You froze when two dark eyes stared at you for just a moment before vanishing. You guessed as you stood up and ran both of the monkeys on your shoulders were chirping, terrified.

“It’a going to be OK it’s going to be OK,” you repeated to yourself several times.

You backed away from the fire, trying to get to a safe distance, not to burn yourself. You could hear Spirit’s shouts calling out to you. You shouted back that you were safe but as soon as you did, you froze and spun around. There in front of you stood the fox head tilted as it watched every move.

*Chirp* *Chirp*

“Stay back,” you said as harsh as you could, you’re one freehand inside the bag wrapping around the stone that had already once before burned you.

“Well, isn’t this interesting?” a calm, almost graceful voice spoke up.

Your eyes wide and at the sight of the fox shift into another form. Dark brown eyes looked back at you. The woman was gorgeous with an hourglass shaped figure, short blonde hair tips of a dark red. Six blonde colored tails, gently swayed behind her. You could see red stripes trailer, both her arms, and they were three on either side of her face as well. A simple red hanfu covered her figure.

“What?” you stuttered out and shock.

“A mortal human coming around these parts, it’s simply not something you see every day. Most people know not come around here,” her voice was calm, almost amused even.

“Stay back!” you said as you pulled out the phoenix stone and gripped it tightly.

The fox demoness looked at it before looking back at you. A smile broke across her face as she burst into a fit of laughter. She had to clutch her stomach as she cackled at the sight of you holding the small stone clenched tightly in your hand. Her laughter eventually slowed and she wiped a tear from her eye before she gave you a good, long look.

“You expect a Fire stone to work against a six tailed FIRE fox? Come now, that won’t do anything against me,” she chuckled her hand covering her mouth as she tried to stifle more laughter.

You could feel your heart race when the two cubs that were held in one of your arms growled at the woman. She glanced down at them for just a moment before turning her attention back to you. Peaches let out a loud, offended chirp. She smiled a calm smile and took a step forward. Immediately you took a step back, fear flashing in your eyes. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of her.

“You are an odd thing aren’t you?” you froze when she was suddenly face to face with you, barely an inch apart.

She took a whiff of the air and hummed in thought as you jumped back, creating as much space between you as possible. She glanced at you and then looked at the cubs in your arms and immediately you pulled them tighter to your chest. Tilting her head she circled around you, continuing to sniff at you and the cubs. Both of the cubs in turn growled at what could only be assumed as an enemy.

“Odd?” You mutter in confusion.

“Yes, you’re odd. I can smell you, but I can’t seem to sense you. It’s very strange indeed~,” she practically purred as a few of her tails barely touched your ankles causing you to jump.

“I said stay back!” you shouted angrily, both of the cubs growls along with your shout, their fur was raised as they attempted to look larger.

“I mean no harm,” the woman chuckled again causing you to glance back at the fire, eyes narrowed before realizing that the fire was beginning to burn brighter and hotter.

“… Okay ignore the fire, Zhiyu is probably going to get pissed when he hears about this. Oh well I’m sure it’ll be fine,” she muttered to herself as she looked back at the flames she had started. “… he is still going to be mad though-.”

The demoness looked at the flames and scratched the back of her head almost nervously. Her tails began to swish as she looked at the trail of flames she’d single handedly caused. The roaring blaze caused birds and land creatures to run in all directions away from it. The danger was clear at hand and the demoness seemed to realize that.

She was about to say something else when suddenly there was a burst of cold that blanketed the fire. The flames fizzled out quickly as a layer of ice and snow covered them. A blur of black shot through the air knocking the fox off of her feet, Spirit’s hand gripped her throat the moment she hit the ground. A low dangerous growl left her throat as she stared at the grinning demoness.

“Stay away from her you bitch!” she snapped angrily, her tail lashing out behind her as her fist raised ready to attack.

The fox didn’t look the least bit afraid as she let out a cheerful laugh. A smirk decorated her face before she kicked Spirit off of her. In her hand a spear emerged from fire as her six tails wagged happily. Crouching down she chuckled, “And what are you going to do about it? Cub~”

Spirit growled pushing herself off of the tree that she had slammed against. You could feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as goosebumps trailed up your arms. Gulping down your fear you held the two cubs close both of which chirped in anger. Their attention turned to you for a moment, noticing the way that you were slightly curled around them.

“The fuck did you call me?” Spirit growled angrily.

“You’re just the cutest little cub, tell you what I’ll stay away if you defeat me in a friendly dual~” The woman practically sang as she bounced on her feet with excitement.

You wanted to jump in and intervene but one stern look from Spirit told you that she neither wanted nor needed any help. Even so you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you cuddled the monkey duo to your chest. They both chirped to each other but you didn’t take notice, too concerned about your friend who was about to fight someone that she might not be able to defeat.

‘Stupid monkey, she needs to run,’ Macaque chirped in irritation as he tried to get out of your hold.

Wukong was right with him in his actions, ‘That girl is the only monkey I’ve ever disliked! And now she’s gonna get us all killed!’

You didn’t know why but you could feel yourself relax when the fox glanced over at you with a wink. Her smile turned playful as she easily dodged any and all of Spirit’s attacks. She was quick and nimble, her tails wagging happily as if she was playing a game. She never once used the weapon that she had summoned. In fact she used it more like a staff that she balanced on than something to attack with.

As she jumped out of the way of another of Spirit’s punches she cackled while Spirit growled harshly. She aimed for her gut and for her face, every punch or kick missing by a long shot. The fox demoness easily slid out of reach before darting around Spirit, gracing her tail along Spirit’s back sending a shiver up her spine.

“Stop running and FIGHT ME!” Spirit hollered as she spun around only to miss her target and went toppling to the ground from putting too much force into her punch.

“Hahahaha!! You should see your face right now,” she cackled again her slender arms wrapped around her stomach as she laughed.

You stared at the sight and grew more and more confused. Was this fox trying to harm you all or play? Was she playing with you and Spirit before killing you both? Another shot of fear went straight to your chest as you cuddled the monkeys closer to you getting two grumbled growls out of them. However they too seemed to notice the fox’s actions and how she was acting strange.

“Damnit! Are you going to fight me or not!?” Spirit roared angrily before suddenly slamming against an old tree.

You screamed for your friend as the whole tree fell to the ground, with Spirit slightly hunched over in pain. Coughing a few times as she gasped to regain her breathing she looked back up at the demoness who stood proudly over her. “Spirit!” you shouted as you ran over to look her over.

‘Crazy woman! Don’t go closer!’ Macaque chirped angrily as you crouched down to look her over.

“You okay? Sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you THAT hard,” The fox said as she looked the angry black monkey up and down.

You threw a glare at the fox simply laughed, a hand raised to slightly cover her mouth. She didn’t come closer merely sang, “I win~ gotta say you’re a lot stronger than last time you were here Spirit. Then again it’s been so long I almost thought you’d never come back to visit me,” she spoke dramatically going so far as to cover her forehead with the back of her hand to look faint.

You froze for just a moment, Spirit… knew this demoness? Why didn’t she say anything? Why did she attack her instead of try to talk? You glanced down at Spirit who was staring back at the fox with a look of confusion, her hand on the back of her head. Her eyes slowly narrowing as she tried to think.

“I’ve never seen you in my whole life. I don’t know what you think you’re talking about,” Spirit snapped, her voice a low growl as she spoke.

The fox stared at both of you for a long moment. Slowly ever so slowly tilted her head and then laughed. The laughter started soft, before slowly very slowly growing in volume. You hear something run off from the bushes behind you but when you glanced at it, nothing was there.

“Oh Spirit, I didn’t know you’d grow to have such a sense of humor,” she chuckled as her laughter slowly faded.

“I’m not joking,” Spirit responded with a low growl.

The fox’s laugh slowly stopped as she looked at Spirit and realized that she was indeed telling the truth. Her eyes widened with surprise before narrowing her eyes as she looked over the monkey demoness. She glanced at you almost expecting you to say something but when you didn’t she frowned.

“Come on Spirit, it’s me Su. The same demoness who taught you glamours and how to wield a bow, surely you remember me,” ‘Su’ spoke in an incredibly confused and almost offended tone.

“… I have absolutely no recollection of you,” Spirit responded with a straight face. All the while you continuously looked between the two.

“What do you mean you have no ‘recollection’ of me? Of course you have, you and your mother spent a whole week here,” She finally said without relaxing her eyes.

Her… mother? You glanced back your friend. Spirit stared back at her with a deadpanned look. You glanced at Spirit’s confusion covered face and then looked back at the fox. They both looked confused and trying to figure out what the other person was talking about.

“What are you talking about?... I- I don’t remember anything like that. I don’t even have a mother!: Spirit stuttered as she stood up with your help.

“… You don’t remember your own mother? Did you hit your head or something? Did you get cursed!? Tell me who did it I’ll kill them!” The fox’s face went red as she bared her sharp teeth angrily.

Spirit and you stared at the demoness as she began to heat up, flames flickered through her tails and fur. You even caught a few glimpses of lightning striking around her, causing the clap of thunder to ring in your ears. Fury covered her face as she stomped around, the ground at her feet sizzling and burning from the heat.

“I swear I’ll-,” she seethed angrily, then she slowly took a deep breath. The flames dissipated and the lightning vanished as she calmed herself. “Breath… it’s going to be okay.”

You watched her in confusion before quickly turning back to Spirit who was now leaning on you. She stared at the woman with her eyes narrowed in suspicion, not trusting anything that she was saying. You noticed Plum leaning over to look at her back and sniffed before shrugging. You too looked and saw her shirt was ripped from the fight but her back was mostly fine. There wasn’t any blood, at least from what you could see.

“Who are you?” you finally spoke up, still frightened by the unpredictable woman before you.

“Hmm? Oh, my name is Su, The Fire Fox! You can just call me Su though, and you are?” she asked with the politest smile you’ve ever seen.

“Reader, my name is Reader,” you finally said after a long moment of thought. you didn't know if it was the best idea to tell her your name however you didn't know what to do otherwise.

“I see, I see it's a pleasure to meet you and to see Spirit again of course not that she recognizes me,” she turned to look off to the side in an annoyed manner.

You heard the chittering from the monkeys on your shoulders this cut sues attention, her eyes looking at both of the monkeys. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she tilted her head in concentration, in just a moment she was right next to you face to face with Peaches. You heard Spirit squawk in rage at the closeness that Su decided to create. you nearly lost your balance as she sniffed at the intelligent monkey cub. The closeness caused Plum to slash his tiny claw straight at Su’s face. Which she quickly dodged without much thought.

Su stared at the monkey for a moment longer before turning her gaze to you, “You smell strange, may I ask where you found these two?”

“No, you may not,” Spirit snarled as she swiped at Su as well.

“Ohh relax I'm not doing anything wrong and that was very rude monkey,” she slightly glared at plum causing you to put up a protective hand. you didn't notice the way that her eyes flickered to the white monkey's ears. which unknown to you were pressed tightly together.

“Fine then may I ask where you're heading?” she asked calmly and curiously.

Before Spirit could retort you answered, “We’re finding someone to help send me home.”

Su stared at you for a long while contemplating your words. She sniffed the air again and then let out a deep sigh. Her tails had slowed to a gentle sway as she started pacing with a hang up to her forehead. Taking her hand down she looked between you two before asking in a serious tone. “Please tell me you’re not bringing her to that crazy old hag?”

“Crazy old- what?” you asked confused before realizing the question was directed at Spirit.

“She’s not crazy!” Spirit snapped angrily. “Hoe would you even know her?”

“Because I’ve met her before, after YOU mentioned her in our last encounter I got curious. She did not like me,” Su shrugged as she started circling you all with a grin soon spreading across her face.

Spirit’s eyes never left her as she circled your group like a hunter stalking its prey. Both of the monkey cubs were growling at her while you stared at her with confusion. You didn’t know what to make of her or what she was saying. She looked like she was being mostly playful, but something told you that this creature was dangerous… maybe the fire she set had something to do with that.

“Honestly if I were either of you then I’d-“ she was cut off by a new voice.

“SU!” Su immediately reacted to the new voice, whirling around as a smile spilt across her face, both you and Spirit also turned to look at the man who approached the group followed close behind by a small fawn.

You slightly gasped at the sight of what appeared to be a deer like demon. He had light brown fur covering his body with blondish freckles covering his cheeks, three below each of his light green eyes. Two antlers came out of his head, however the left one was broken off closer to the base. His hair was somewhat cream almost white color which was tied in a pony tail that rested on his right shoulder.

He wore a light green hanfu and held a scepter made from old wood in his hand as he glared at Su. He stood in a defensive position as Su let out a cheerful coo and a sheepish smile. Scratching her cheek nervously she stood in the center of what had been a dueling ground. Trees were covered in char, several had burnt leaves, ashes were on the ground and ice stuck out of the ground from Spirit’s own attacks. His pale green eyes narrowed further, oh how he was grateful that the animals stayed far away from this insane fox.

“Oh Zhiyu~ what a pleasure to see you again,” Su grinned and from behind her you could have sworn the tips of her tails made heart shapes as they wagged happily.

Zhiyu belongs to @sleepingdramaqueen !

[yanderes-galore]

Hi I really liked your generic Ruby concept that you did a while ago so I was wondering if you could do the same but for sapphire’s if it isn’t a bother thank you (also sorry if I’ve requested this before I have the memory of a goldfish 🥲)

I can give my thoughts, sure! Just a warning though... I'm rusty on Steven Universe content.

General Ruby Concept Here

Yandere! Generic Sapphire(s) Concept

(FT. Ruby Guards)

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Manipulation, She uses her Rubies against you, Dubious/Forced companionship/relationship.

Sapphires are different from Rubies, obviously (In Steven Universe).

Sapphires are an entirely different caste, often used to predict the future for other Gems.

While Rubies are soldiers, Sapphires are aristocratic.

They are important and rare Gems and aren't typically seen in groups.

Rubies are naturally found in groups due to their fusion abilities as soldiers.

Sapphires are usually singular, so you'd most likely have one Sapphire as a yandere... which is easier.

Sapphires probably aren't too bad as yanderes.

They aren't physically strong without fusion, but they do have future vision and ice powers.

You could meet your yandere in the same way as your Ruby(s).

You're a Homeworld gem... you're a human and found her... or you met her in Little Homeworld.

I personally like the idea of you finding a Sapphire who came to Earth and befriending her.

Sapphires are usually seen with Ruby Guards, perhaps she was separated from her guards and you found her?

Either way, I imagine your Sapphire is curious and very patient.

She originally is hesitant to communicate with you, but as you get to know her she's floating by your side.

The ice powers and future vision no doubt come in handy.

Imagine when your Sapphire gets attached she attempts to use her future vision to predict how your bond will go.

However, with future vision I imagine Sapphires would be more lucid.

They know better than any other Gem the toxicity of their attraction... allowing them to predict how to make it better or when to back off.

As a result, an attached Sapphire is aware of what their obsession could cause.

Or at the very least... somewhat aware.

Another cool thing to add is a Sapphire can alert other Gems to their own obsession.

For the most part your Sapphire would use such an ability to keep you safe from danger and predict how to win you over.

Honestly, alone Sapphires aren't much of a problem.

However, imagine if your Sapphire had Ruby Guards.

Perhaps you promised to help her find her guards?

You could be a human or Gem, eventually your Sapphire feels comfortable around you.

She feels a strong connection with you... although due to being a Gem she isn't quite sure what it is yet.

(Especially if you're human/a Gem from Earth and she's from Homeworld)

By the time you do manage to locate her guards, she's a bit too attached.

Her Rubies originally treat you with hostility, after all they've been lost here for what seems like weeks.

If they aren't her guards, they're at least old friends.

Yet your Sapphire reassures them that you're no threat... leading to the Rubies to calm a bit.

Your Sapphire even says you helped her... she considers you an ally and friend!

However... I feel a yandere Sapphire comes with an issue despite how tame they'd be.

Their guards will do anything to keep their assignment happy... leading to you dealing with Rubies ANYWAYS.

Your Sapphire tries to reassure you when you notice Rubies following you around.

They're protecting the both of you!

The main yandere is still your Sapphire, she's the one who has a bond with you after all.

It's just that she has guards now enabling her.

She says it's all for your protection, that she's trying to make you happy.

If you tried to separate yourself from your Sapphire, she could send her Rubies after you or freeze you.

She hates the idea of harming you, but she's doing anything she can to chase a future in which you're both happy.

The good thing is, sometimes she leaves you to have your space.

She's lucid enough to give you your space.

Sapphire would most likely learn affectionate gestures from you.

Remember, affection isn't common in Gem culture.

Unlike Rubies, she isn't fully for the idea of fusing if you can't.

But she does know how to learn hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc....

She just hopes it'll be able to make you both happy.

She still believes the perfect future for the both of you is one where you're both happy...

The issue is... what actions will bring you both to that point... and will it hurt?

[yanderestevenuniverse]

hello there I really like your stuff and wanted to put in a request if there available. Recently I read a fic about if yandere Steven was a lucid yandere instead of delusional and while I know you personally headcanon him as delusional I wanted to see your spin on him being lucid (if your comfortable with that) and I was also wondering if he was would ever kidnap his darling what lead him to it,how,why his reaction to escape attempts,how he treats them and etc.If you do write this I would really love a gender neutral reader. Thanks for being you and have a good day 🩷🫶🏾🥰

Ok a lucid yandere Steven lets go this is a little bit difficilt scince stevens morals go almost completly angeinst all forms of yandere stuff so your gonna need a little bit of suspension of disbelife here but considering that this show is about gay rocks that shoudnt be too hard .

.A lucid yandere Steven would be a manipulative yandere meaning that he would rely upon manipulation rather than intimidation and kiddnapping

.As above he would not kidnapp his darling instead only using it as a lst resort once all else has failed like if you attempted to move somewhere far away or attempted to break up with him and then he would try and justify it as "protecting you".

.Steven Now lucid cannot kill it literaly goes ageinst all of his morals hece why he would try intimidation and manipulation to try and get people away from you but if he ever did accidently killed someone for you then his mind would shatter and he would become delusional

.Punishments what punishments? he wouldnt lay a fingure on you with out your permission this guy is the ultimate gentleman you can scream and shout and throw things at him the only thing youll achive is making him cry. Weather he is genuinlly crying becuse you

. For comfort there would be lots of physical touching and hugs and kisses (never with out yyou permission of course) he would definitly want to spoil you and expect him to be putting quite the dent into his farthers credit card buying you everything you could ever want or need i think he would try and see it as a way of making thing up to you. But of course their would have to be limits like going to see your friends and family is a big NO NO

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[vn-us]

Mis vacaciones se acaban, tal vez mi inactividad aumente demasiado, pero bueno no importa, termine este dibujo de los antisociales/j

Queria agregarle cosas en especifico de cada uno, no sabia como agregar las brochas de tejer a Mychael. Aparte dato ¿sabian que Crowe es el mas bajo de los tres? Sin duda hare mas dibujos de estos tres! Y tal vez tambien de Btd :D

Asi que saludos!!

Aviso: No se renderizar o pintar en digital, asi que por eso mismo tarde demasiado en terminar, espero que les agrade ksjsksj 🙌

[queenjang21]

•high school hyun soo x yandere reader

•warnings: yandere, gore/blood, bully, manipulation, dead

Cha hyun soo was your only friend, and you were his, even when he started to get bullied, even if he told you to stay away from him, you stayed by his side, resulting in you becoming a target, but you didn’t care, you were strong enough and you fought back.

you only stopped fighting back when they threatened to make hyunsoo’s worse, since then you try to take more hits than him, he didn’t deserve that you were only ever nice to him, even before the bullies, its why he became your friend, he heard there was a girl who was mean to everybody in the school, she never talked and would yell at you for even looking at her, he thought he could be her friend, and he was right.

you looked up from your desk and were ready to glare at the person who disturbed your nap, but was taken back by the most beautiful boy you’ve ever laid eyes on shortly after that, you became friends, hyunsoo knew you mean to anyone that wasn’t him, but he never knew it because you liked him.

hyunsoo grew to love you in the time he spent with you, and it became more every time you’d stand up for him against dohun, it was obvious that hyunsoo had gotten depressed after everything, even noticing scars you knew weren’t inflicted by his classmates.

you got angry, and wanted to shout at and beat dohun senseless after making such a wonderful, cheerful boy do such things to himself, but you knew it’d only make his situation worse, so you held back, it was getting worse day by day, and you didn’t know how much longer you could handle this, after a harsh day, when he leaned into your touch, you confessed, telling him how much he pained you tosl see him in pain, how much you wish you could teach thosegl guys a lesson, and how much you loved him and he returned your feelings! you’ve never been happier, and hyunsoo too.

it was summer break, and you noticed hyunsoo had been smiling more, how his scars faded away, his genuine smiles that were reversed for you, hyunsoo had to leave their date early, something happened to his dad and he needed to be there, it was already late at night, so you followed him, it wasn’t the first time you followed him, you had to made sure he was safe and you were glad you did, you noticed how a girl from your school, jihyung was it? found herself next to hyunsoo, and she started to talk with him.

hyunsoo was getting uncomfortable, but the girl attached herself to his side, completely ignoring his protests, your blood boiled, how could she do that to someone?! someone that belonged to you?! surely she knew about the two of you? everyone knew that the two losers were dating and you wanted to hurt her, in a worse way that she was hurting what was yours.

you saw the woman grab his face and leaned towards, him, her hand on places that it shouldn’t be, when you jumped out of your hiding spot, you grabbed the pocket knife you always kept with you just incase, and stabbed it into her head, you pulled it out and did it again, but in a different spot, then again, and again, and again-

she fell to the floor, unresponsive and you smiled, she was gone, but now hyunsoo was looking at you, he looked scared, even more than he did when he first got bullied

“y/n?” his tone was careful, but undoubtedly scared “what did you do?!” when you walked closer you tried to explain yourself, but he backed away “she was a human being…no one deserves something like that!”

“she hurt you! anyone who hurts you should be dead, and what she did to you? i should’ve made it hurt more” hyunsoo kept backing away, until he finally got the courage to run, you sighed and ran after him, you didn’t want to hurt him, but one time wouldn’t be so bad…you grabbed a small piece of wood laying on the ground, and when you caught up with him, you hit him, hard enough to make him pass out.

you tied him up and put him in your car, driving home and putting him in your room, but you weren’t done for the day, you tracked down dohun’s house, he was asleep when you entered the room, you took a knife larger than your previous, and slammed it directly into his heart, you would’ve preferred something that hurt more, but this had to do, then you drove to hyunsoo’s house, you only needed his mother and sister, his dad was already taken care of, poor thing got ran over by a truck driver on his way to work, you were already planning to do this, but it was just a bit early.

once you were finished with them you headed home, just in time for hyunsoo to wake up, he winced at the pain in his head, when he looked up, remembering what happened as he locked eyes with you, he realized he was tied up and started struggling, “i’m sorry about the restraints, are they hurting you? i can take them off only if you don’t try to run away again” you sat down next to him, he was breathing heavily, struggling to free himself from the tight grip of the ropes.

it took him a few minutes to stop, he was exhausted and started to cry, you wrapped your arms around him to try and comfort him, for a moment he seemed to forget the situation, and what you had done, he leaned in to kiss you, seeking comfort that only you could give, but he pulled away, leaning away from you, “someone will look for me…they’ll find me…” you sighed and moved away “anyone who could rescue you is already dead, give up, your parents, your sister, even dohun is dead, no one will look for you, cause no one else cares about you the way i do, they’ll never give you the love that i do” hyunsoo felt his heart drop when you mentioned his family, it was true that they didn’t care for him anymore, overhearing his sister tell her friends how much of a freak he was, and “no, i don’t have a brother!” even his parents not giving him as much attention.

the only one who did seem to care…was you but you hurt people, you killed his family, and you killed that girl, you didn’t even break a sweat, how could he love someone like that? “you’re right” he lied “i’m sorry i said that, i…love you” but you weren’t stupid, you knew everything about hyunsoo, right down to his lies, does he seriously think he can get away with this? you won’t hurt him, you’ll only teach him a lesson, there is a part of him that still loves you, and you’ll just have to bring it out, you left alone in a separate room for days, only bringing him food and drinks, and sometimes letting him have a shower, he tried to be cute to you, but you knew he was only toying with you.

you would tape his mouth shut and lock the door while bringing another boy over, you felt sick as you flirted with them, they didn’t deserve your attention, but hyunsoo was a brat, and needed to get himself together and it was working, hyunsoo could hear every flirty remark you made towards them, and it made his heart ache, he thought he shouldn’t love someone like you, but you were his only happiness for months, how could he let someone like that go so easily? he tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, like it didn’t feel like his heart was torn to pieces everytime you wouldn’t even look at him and when you went inside weeks later to bring him water he broke, tears in his eyes as you didn’t even speak this time, he looked at you and begged, for the first time, to look at him, to give him attention, to love him again, he loves you, and now you’re the only one he has left, he’ll do anything for your attention, you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling heartbroken too, you wrapped your arms around, vowing to never make him lonely again, never to let him feel that way when you’re around.

because he made you whole, he made you feel things you never thought you could, so you will latch onto him forever, if it meant feeling like that for your entire life.

HYUN SOO WAS YOURS AND YOU WERE HIS.

Written by : 0X1-L0VES0NG (wattpad)

[pacofprunes]

let me help ya’ relax.

thanos / player 230 x reader (squid game)

warnings — noncon, public (voyeurism), tears, kissing, use of the word bitch, use of the word rape, pussy kissing, choking, slight / barely but manhandling,

by clicking read more you consent to reading this content and you are 18+

“hey beautiful.”

“the hell?”

standing right in front of you, or rather over you, player 230. it was night and everyone was asleep or sitting in a corner somewhere. you didn’t know this guy besides seeing him the first two games and seeing him act like a fucking lunatic. you sit up and gather yourself.

“what do you want?”

“oh you know, just wanted to talk to a pretty girl.”

he does a cheeky smile. you stare. what do you even say to that. thank you i guess…?

“uh—”

“no need to thank me, it’s what i do. just such a great fucking guy right?”

he picks at the cross on his neck before pulling a pill out and holds it out to you.

“you use?”

“what?”

“drugs. do you do drugs? or have you done them before?”

how the fuck did he manage to bring his shit in here for one, and for two; why the hell is he more worried about doing drugs rather than living. that’d be the last thing you’d be thinking about.

“no. i dont do them and i dont have any interest in that.”

he does a fake pouty face.

“come on babe, loosen up ya’know? don’t wanna stress your pretty little face out.”

he pops the pill in his own mouth. where was this guy going with this? he clearly wants to stay here, hence the big blue ‘O’ on his jacket. so if he’s bored he should go talk to the people on his side. how the hell could you relax watching people you’ve gotten close to or even have just spoke to once die? meanwhile this dudes been jumping around having the time of his life while he’s been here. if this game ended tomorrow, he’d join it again a million times over. or maybe he wouldn’t but the drugs in his system sure as hell would.

“yeah, no… i appreciate your kindness but i don’t even know you and i think i’m just gonna lay back down.”

he grabs your hand and starts shaking it aggressively.

“my names thanos, it’s great to meet you! now you know who i am.”

he smiles again. you just stare. that’s not how it works at all. you could tell he was waiting for you to introduce yourself but you just brush it off and tell him again you’re going to lay back down. before you go to turn over and lay though, he grabs your face with both of his hands and presses your lips together into a deep kiss. he holds you there for a good while, and it felt like you were suffocating.

“what the fucks wrong with you?”

“baby, you could be my new drug! change that ‘X’ into an ‘O’, we’d be absolutely unstoppable!”

“this is real life you idiot, not some fucking video game!”

you slap his hand away from you and try telling him to get lost, but he just grabs your wrist and pushes you back onto your bed. you yell at him to get the fuck off of you but he just presses a finger up to your mouth hushing you.

“sex is a great way to relieve stress. just let me make you feel good. don’t be too loud though, unless you want the others to see us. but by all means, do it. it’s only going to make me harder.”

he laughed and winked at you. you suck the air through your teeth and he still holds onto your left wrist with one of his hands while letting the other one push at his chest. you’re more cautious with your voice level now and in a whisper you try again to get him to go.

“i don’t want to have sex with you, can you just go? go jack off in the corner or mess with literally any other girl here!”

he ignores you for the time being and goes to push your pants down, but with your free hand you grab his hand to stop him.

“gee babe, how sweet of you to wanna hold my hand! but uh, i kinda need it to get to the fun part.”

he ignores your hand continuing to grab at his, not proving to be much use at all besides annoying him. he pushes your pants down, and then your panties to your ankles; acting as sort of some form of restraint. it would prove to be somewhat more difficult to kick at him now as your footing would get caught in the pant legs. he sits up off of your chest finally and starts to pull his pants and boxers off. you wanted to scream at him so badly to get off of you, to scream for some help, but you knew nobody would and all they’d do was watch. it wasn’t anybody’s problem and they weren’t going to make it theirs.

he cups your sex and starts rubbing circles at your tiny little hole to get you all soaked and ready for him. he leans down and he kisses it. he was literally about to start making out with your fucking pussy.

you squeezed your eyes shut and a couple tears come sliding down. god, first you’re in this game that seems normal, then people around you start getting shot, nobody wants to go home, and now you’re getting rapped by some crazy ass drug addict that calls himself fucking thanos. thanos! you’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel his thumb on your face and him wiping your tears. you slightly open your eyes and he kisses you again. this time with your free hand you push as hard as you can at his face. he moves back and he makes an ‘ow’ face and rubs his forehead. he grabs your used to be free wrist and just pushes it to your side and holds it there.

“it’s always the prettiest bitches that play fucking hard to get.”

he lines up his cock with your somewhat wet hole. he maybe would’ve spent a little more time prepping you but you just ticked him off and he wasn’t going to help you anymore than he already has.

“it’s alright, i’ll have screaming my name and this whole place will know it by the time we’re done baby!”

oh god you were gonna be sick. you feel the sudden intrusion and you immediately tense. biting your lip back from screaming and shaking your head, tears flying left and right. you try to bend and claw your fingers at his hands that are holding yours down but it proves to be futile. you yell at him, while still keeping your voice down to stop and that he’s gotten enough and that he should go.

“agh—please—”

“please? you—fuck’—you want me to please keep going? well you don’t have to tell me that, i was already going to!”

he keeps a fast pace going, and the bed might as well of slid off of the shitty bars it was being held up on. everybody sleeping above you could definitely feel the whole thing moving. you try to fish your legs out of your pants legs to at least have some sort of way of pushing him away but it proves to be slightly harder than you thought.

“fuck babe—you feel so—fuck- so fucking good.”

he sucks the air through his teeth breathing heavy, while you’re doing the opposite and holding your breath.

“god you’re so tight, and you’re so — m’- so hot. i wish i could feel every inch of your — agh - you’re body but you’re too much of a fucking bitch, so i gotta keep ya’ still.”

he stops at an in thrust and moves his face down to yours, causing his cock to go deeper in you and causing you to bite back a moan and squeeze your eyes shut. he presses his forehead to yours, your sweat causing them to almost stick together. he whispers to you while keeping perfect eye contact.

“but you’re my fucking bitch right? you’ll be my dumbed out little whore, baby. should get a tattoo on ya’ that says thanos’s bitch.”

he laughs, now moving down to your neck, starting to kiss all over it. leaving sweet marks all over as he starts thrusting into you again. you just feel his heavy hot breath against your neck and you just stare up at the bars above you and hold in the choked up sob threatening to come out. you feel his cock tense in you, threatening to shoot his load out and your eyes widen. he starts thrusting harder. he lets go of both your wrists and before you can even breathe out, relieved from the slightest bit of less pressure, he wraps both his hands around your throat and looks you in the eyes the whole entire time.

“come on bab — fuckk’- babe. look at me pleas- come on, watch how good you — you make me feel.”

you start to scratch at his his hands and his arms. he’d most definitely be marked up all over by the morning. finding it increasingly more difficult to breathe. you finally decide to look him in the eyes, sending him a pleading look to stop and to quit choking you, your face slowly starting to turn a shade of blue. upon your eyes looking at him, seeing those teary orbs and pleading face, it sends him over the edge. he sends a curse your way before he surprisingly pulls out, his load going all over the bed. he lets go of your neck and pulls up his boxers, falling on top of you. his weight making it hard for you to completely catch your breath. you start to choke and hiccup on your own tears before he looks up at you and strokes his hand across your face, catching a few tears in his hand.

“i told you it wouldn’t be bad at all. don’t you feel a little more at ease now? are you prepared for the games tomorrow?”

not at all. was he fucking delusional? he lays his head back on your chest, looking up at you like a child, and rubs his hands up your sides.

“tomorrow when we vote, you better change to an ‘O’. wouldn’t want my pretty girl to betray me after all.”

he does a fake pout at the end of that. you go to sit up to pull your pants back up but he stops you.

“uhm, allow me. wouldn’t want you to do any hard labor! i’ll take care of it all for ya.’”

he pulls your panties and your pants up and sits up off of you, getting his own pants situated. he grabs your hand and presses a kiss to the top of it, looking at you in your eyes with a smile, your eyes still watering. and you send a glare his way.

“ouch babe! you hurt me here.”

he smacks his chest a couple times where his heart was.

“i’d stay here and sleep with you, but my friends will want a piece of you too if they find out that’s what i did tonight.”

you shudder at the thought of that.

“but dont worry. i’ll see you tomorrow. i’ll see ya at breakfast, yeah?”

he pulls you in for one long kiss and you push him away and he almost falls into the next bed over. he grabs at his heart again dramatically.

“ugh, i don’t wanna leave you. we’ll talk tomorrow though, kay? maybe have some more fun too.”

he winks at you again before turning over his shoulder and literally skipping away, running with his arms in the air and his hands in fists. you just hug your knees, crying into them, and now more than ever you wanted to go home. god this was so fucked. you just wanted to go to the bathroom and wash all over yourself but you knew they wouldn’t let you in. you just keep a tight grip around your knees, trying to find some sort of solace while you’re stuck here.