#my delusional behaviour is getting strong

[tiii13]

Miorine Rembran and Suletta Mercury

#fanart #witch from mercury #suletta mercury #miorine rembran #Is there any chance for them to still have a HE? #my delusional behaviour is getting strong #Sulemio #btw if the writer want to take them lives #please do in the last episode 'cause I don't want to drop the anime half way #still manifesting HE tho

[mickeyswhore]

Billy's Plaything

A/N: Part 2? Maybe?

Summary: Billy is your stepbrother, he makes you embarrassed. What happens when you tease him instead?

Billy Loomis x Reader

Warnings: inappropriate step-sibling relationship, creepy behaviour, light smut.

GIF by @coppoladelrey

You hated Billy Loomis, despised him. You often dreamed about him being dead, but that was only half of the time, the other half you wanted him in your bed, you dreamed about him fucking you in the best way possible, or when both of those emotions collided and you thought about fucking Billy Loomis after he came to your bedroom to yell at you.

After his mother left, his father found a nice woman to settle down with. The only problem? That was your mother, and the two of you met and it was clear as day that you hated him and he hated you but both of your parents were too in love to notice the animosity, ever since your father died when you were 5, your mother was never in a relationship and she was so happy, so you decided to just take it for her happiness.

His father was a nice person, he treated your mother very well and made sure to get things you liked and also paid for a lot of classes just to accommodate for uprooting your life and moving to his house. But Billy? He infuriated you, he made your life hell but it was such small things that it didn't make sense to talk to your parents.

“WHAT THE FUCK, BILLY?” He did it again, he stole so many of your panties and he always had the same excuse.

“It probably got mixed up with my boxers, you need to chill.” His voice was so calm but his smirk made you furious, so you slapped him. Your breathing was hard and you felt yourself getting wet because of Billy and you hated yourself for it. “I’m gonna give you a pass because you’re probably on your period or something…” You were about to slap him again but he stopped your hand by holding your arm, fuck he was strong you thought. “You only get one of those, baby.” He was looking at your lips, fuck you wanted to kiss him.

“Let go of me.” Billy laughed, he knew as much as you that your words had no weight behind them.

“You can just remove your arm.” You snapped out of your trance and removed your arm from his grip.

“You’re a fucking psycho, Billy.” You were so annoyed at him, his eyes darkened and he got even closer to you.

“But what does that say about you?” He whispered in your ear, shivers running down your spine but you frowned. “If I am a psycho like you say, why do you want to fuck me?” You were stuttering and Billy laughed at your sudden shyness. “Do you think I don’t hear you fucking yourself calling my name, huh? Do you think that I never noticed you trying to take a peak at me changing? Baby, you’re not subtle at all…and I bet that if I put my fingers inside your tight little pussy, you’d be so fucking wet.” His smirk never left his face, you got caught and you hated that he was right.

“You’re wrong, I would never call your name when I’m cumming. You’re just delusional.” You were proud of yourself for not stuttering but Billy laugh.

“Who said that you called my name when you were cumming?” With that Billy left you in his room, you were flabbergasted by his antics and you felt like shit because despite his antics, you wanted your step brother to fuck you.

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It kept getting worse, Billy was teasing you all the time and you were so annoyed about the fact that he had that much of an effect on you. Billy made you into his plaything and you had no say in it whatsoever, it was infuriating and the fact that he was plaguing your dreams and fantasies made all of this ten times worse.

“We’re going on a trip to Switzerland, I trust that you kids will be alright for a week?” Billy’s father announced at dinner and you saw how happy your mother was, so you decided to simply go along with it and not say anything.

“Sure, dad. Hope you guys have fun, don’t forget to call.” Billy smiled and then he looked at you, his gaze was making you feel as if you were naked, he saw right through you and you hated it.

“I’m so happy for you mom.” You kissed her cheek, even though your mother was the reason why you were living with Billy, you could never resent her. She deserved to be happy, even if you weren’t.

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You decided to just be in your room and not see Billy, but you weren’t that lucky. He came to your room and was snooping around, you hated when he did that but decided to ignore him. Giving in and fighting was what Billy wanted, so you decided not to fall for it. Be strong, you thought to yourself.

“You’re gonna ignore me the whole week, baby?” Billy laid in bed next to you, but you decided not to react. “Come on, have you been dreaming about me?” You took a deep breath, but decided to change the dynamic between the two of you.

You straddled him and got extremely close to his face, you could tell that he was surprised and you were so proud of yourself for making him speechless.

“Every night, baby.” You whispered and started grinding on his cock and it was hard already.

“What you’re doing?” He asked with a small voice, he definitely wasn’t expecting that from you, Billy does the teasing, not you.

“What we want, right?” You kissed his neck and Billy pushed you away and left your room, you started laughing and went back to reading your book.

Billy left you alone all day, you were grateful that you weren’t an ass out of yourself in front of him and maybe the worst was behind you now, but wrong you were.

You were now ready for bed, you put on your nightgown and already moisturised your skin and you were happy. When you were in bed Billy entered your bedroom, and he got on top of you with a predatory look on his eyes and you too stunned to speak.

“I gotta say, you caught me off guard earlier but we need to fuck so we can stop playing this game, baby.” He was expecting your answer, but you were simply looking at him, you felt yourself getting wetter by the second. “What do you say, baby?” You nodded your head but Billy wagged his finger in front of your face. “I need words, baby…come on.” He whispered.

“Please, fuck me Billy.” He started kissing you, there was no tenderness to it simply lust. Billy started playing with your nipples, and he inserted two fingers inside you.

“Oh, baby…you’re so wet, you’re such a freak for wanting your stepbrother to fuck you, huh?” His words making you even more turned on, you were moaning and pulling his hair, it felt so fucking good.

When you were about to cum, the phone rang. You and Billy were frozen but you were the first to move, he finally removed his fingers and you picked up the phone.

“Hello?” You answered.

“Hey, honey. Just called to let you two know that we arrived at the hotel, and I love you very much. Try not to kill each other.” Your mother laughed, you did too, awkwardly.

“I love you too, mom.” The two of you started to chat about other things, and she hangs up.

You slowly start to walk back to your bedroom, now that you’re less horny it started to dawn on you that this was a bad idea, Billy is your stepbrother for fuck’s sake. It doesn’t matter how much you wanted him, you didn't want to ruin your mother’s relationship.

“It was my mother.” You announced to Billy.

“I heard.” He got closer to you, and started to kiss your neck but you stopped him.

“We shouldn’t do this, Billy.” He was now making patterns across your arm.

“Why not?” He kept eye contact with you, making it hard to keep your resolve.

“Our parents are happy, Billy. If we do this, they might break up.” His touch was comforting, but it really wasn’t helping.

“I get what you’re saying, but they won’t find out.” You didn't seem convinced, at all. “I won’t force you into this, ever. But just so you know, I need to fuck this tight little pussy and I know that you need my cock deep inside you until I fuck you dumb and you don’t know anything but my name, baby.” He kissed your cheek and left your bedroom.

You could hear him masturbating, he sounded so hot and when he finished he yelled your name. You had a decision to make and Billy made it all up to it, he wasn’t going to pursue you, if you wanted…you were going to have to get it.

#billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x female reader #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis smut #billy loomis imagine #scream 1996 #billy loomis

[cannellee]

Hi. This is about the alpha South x omega x alpha Mikey post for clarity.

Imagine how furious alpha Mikey would be if he found out that alpha South already got omega (name) pregnant.

I think he would go nuts lmao

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ☆

୨୧ alpha! south x omega! reader x yandere!alpha! mikey (read this for more context)

— mikey finds out you're pregnant with south's kid

cw : delusional mikey, violence, slight breeding kink, baby trapping

a/n : btw I don't like yanderes who are violent towards their s/o, so mikey acts sweetly towards reader even though that might not be a representative reaction!! I hope you'll still enjoy!

MY MASTERLIST: ☆

it would definitely not end well for any of you.

while dating south, you were in such a vulnerable state of mind that you got carried away. he showered you with the affection you came to miss and crave when you were with mikey and you honestly didn't give too much thought about what you were doing with south at night...

it wasn't surprising for you to end up the way you did, little bump on your stomach, which you always caressed and touched after you learned the news.

south was fine with having his omega pregnant, only thing which prevented him from being fully happy was his worry for your safety.

now imagine you left mikey's side for more than two months, so that your belly could show a little. you're growing more and more stressed because of south's behaviour, it's suspicious and weird and with your hormones being all over the place, you're feeling even more distressed.

when you follow him and are met with the most unexpected sight, your breathing quickens and your scent couldn't be more sour. you were sensitive before, but now that you were pregnant that's another story.

when you threw yourself on south, all mikey could feel was pure anger and grabbed your arms roughly to pry you off of him.

yes you were fragile, mikey knew that. but when you fell on your side after he simply pushed you away, he flinched at the pained whine you involuntarily let out.

he looked at you, confused and worried. albeit his initial rage, he managed to decipher your scent between all the strong pheromones of all the alphas out there. it was sweet, sugary and very soft. mikey would've recognisable it with no efforts.

but something wasn't right, something was different. you watched as he breathed through his nose, frown deepening at the foreign aroma around you. your strawberry pheromones were all over the place and decoupled, and among it, a nice new smell of pink sugar grazed his nostrils.

it smelled divinely good, but most importantly, it stirred up mikey's instincts in an abnormal way. he felt on edge, protective thoughts circling in his mind. it's like you wanted everyone to be aware of how fragile you were, to have them know you were powerless and in need of reassurance.

and when mikey looked you up and down, that's when he noticed your slightly round belly, a protective hand over it.

wide eyes, mikey took a while before actually understanding what exactly he was seeing, completely shocked. he questioned you with his eyes, hoping you would simply shake your head 'no' and grace him with the answer he wanted to hear. but you didn't and he couldn't feel more enraged.

he furiously looked at south and wasted no time in showering him with punches. all his yelling hurt your poor ears as your hands did nothing at trying to cover the noise.

mikey was unstoppable as he screamed profanities at south, promising him to never let him go unless he was perfectly sure he would never touch you again.

not only did you run away from him and gave yourself to another alpha, but that bastard even had the audacity to get you fucking pregnant. the marks mikey had left on your body months ago were deep enough to surely be still present ; it was a clear indicator that you were somebody else's. anyone would have backed off and refuse to have sex with you. but this asshole just had to ignore all those claims and deliberately court his omega.

mikey was simply blinded with rage as he hit him relentlessly, aiming for south's weak spots, wrecking his limp body as much as he could.

you couldn't muster the courage to move and you had no choice but to witness mikey's terrifying actions. you were still on the floor, silently sobbing because of the more than monstrous scene in front of you.

fortunately, your current state had made your scent more easily detectable so that you could communicate your desires and troubles better with your alpha during such a vulnerable time.

it flew right to mikey's nose, instincts to take care of his omega took over him and he found the control in himself to actually stop his butchery.

you saw mikey whip his head towards you, instantly letting go of south's bruised body. he slowly came up to you, disapproval written all over his face and urge to take you away from here eating him up alive.

he couldn't get his eyes off of your belly when he helped you sit down properly. he didn't know how to feel about this. be mad at you ? get into an argument with you to convey just how fucking furious he was ?

truthfully, you weren't to blame here, mikey thought. you were just a poor omega seeking comfort, south was the one who took advantage of you. he exploited your need for a strong presence next to you when mikey couldn't give you that.

you could've said anything to deny his words, mikey was clearly not admitting that it was a choice you made consciously. his lovely omega would have never betrayed him this much.

amidst the chaos, he couldn't think properly and instead chose to end his fight with south. he had to make sure you were safely taken away from south's greedy hands, in mikey's home where it was definitely the safest for you to stay considering your condition.

you should be cocooned by your alpha inside a warm nest, safe and sound and surrounded by reassuring items. but instead you're out there in the wild, all alone and unsupervised and trying to stop a fight right in the middle of a place crowed with thousands of alphas.

mikey was fuming, absolutely devastated by how poorly you were taken care of and the rage he felt was incomparable to anything he had ever felt.

he knew he would have done a better job at protecting you and while he had that tiny hope the baby inside you was his, at this time it really didn't matter in his eyes.

all he could see was your shaking form, forehead sweating from how much pressure you were under. your alpha was supposed to provide you anything, shelter you and protect you, especially during such a precious moment of pure vulnerability.

but here you were. you couldn't count on anybody and mikey's heart shattered upon seeing your tear-stained face and defenceless arms desperately trying to defend your poor excuse of an alpha.

he carefully carried you away from this place, placing a jacket over you to prevent you from getting sick.

you had no words to say in this situation, you simply had to follow what mikey wanted and considered to be the right thing.

he placed you gently on the soft bed, showering you with his clothes to remove all foreign smells from you. mikey had to claim you again, make sure you were scented from head to toe. this is what good alphas do to soothe their omegas after all!

and this was his priority at the moment. to put you to sleep, get your mind off of south and all the problems he brought to you.

you were easier to manipulate as the hormones of pregnancy made your omega more receptive to the orders and voice of an alpha. you could try and fight off your instincts, mikey still had the upper hand and wouldn't give up until you obeyed and followed what he considered as the best choice right now. you needed rest and that's what you were gonna get.

and the hectic day soon got the best of you that you finally dozed off, calmly breathing in the familiar scent of mikey's sheets.

your sleeping figure helped mikey release a bit of tension, knowing his omega was right where she belonged and that her future pup was in good hands.

all that remained to be done now was to get your stuff back from south's apartment and take care of south himself. there was no way he was gonna let some stranger be the father of your kid. you belonged to mikey and by extension, the child you bore was also his, he wouldn't have it any other way.

he'll go out his way to find south again and prevent him from claiming your child, probably aiming to kill him in the process. mikey was going to be the only support in your life, the only pillar you'll need. he'll be the only one present during your pregnancy, guaranteeing you to never let you feel hurt or scared ever again.

you won't go out again as well, he saw how today affected you and quickly understood it was all too much for your poor little pregnant omega heart. too sensitive and emotional...

mikey will force you to stay still, waiting at home for him until you finally give birth. his instincts are so strong and overwhelming, he'll enter a blind rage if his omega isn't cocooned in the warmth and safety of her nest, in her alpha's home.

he's actually somehow glad you got pregnant, although he would have preferred to be the biological father. but now he has a great excuse to keep you by his side. he exploits your weaknesses and lack of financial support to insert himself into your life for good. he scares you into thinking you need him to keep you safe, that alphas will rush to hurt you once they learn you're this helpless and trying to raise a kid on your own.

he'll definitely get you pregnant soon after you give birth, wanting a kid of his own blood. he's so deep into a possessive state of mind that he wants nothing more than to see you all cutely waddle around the house because of the seeds he put into you. he wants to claim you in the most primal way. his intentions are mostly triggered by your past with south but also because he feels like baby trapping you is the most efficient way to keep you right next to him.

in the end, mikey's commitment towards you will grow significantly in the future. once south is disposed of, he'll purely focus on you, knowing nothing will ever get in between the two of you ever again.

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[angelicyoongie]

lovesick (VI)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 6.7k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, general creepy behaviour — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!

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“Y/n, the love of my life!”

You squeak as you’re pulled into a bone-crushing hug, strong arms dragging you inside of the apartment door you just knocked on. You let yourself be moved easily, melting into Jaemin’s embrace. You fill your lungs with the scent of his muted cologne, the fresh yet sweet smell soothing your frayed nerves.

“Ack, how will I ever recover from this betrayal!” Heejun whines, a hand poised dramatically on his forehead as he walks past the two of you.

You hear the apartment door close, two locks clicking firmly into place as it seals you off from the dangers of the world outside. Heejun presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head as he grabs the heavy plastic bags from your hands, the stretched material barely clinging together as he heaves it into his arms. Maybe you went a little overboard on the beer and the fried chicken, but it’s a night of celebration! It’s been too long since you last saw Jaemin, and you know from experience that he can eat his own bodyweight in greasy food if he wants to.

“I missed you.” Jaemin pouts as he steps back, giving you just enough space to rid yourself of your boots and coat.

He wastes no time in wrapping you back up in his arms once your outerwear is gone, pressing you against his chest as he lifts you off the ground. Your protests are drowned out by his amused laughter, your squirming toes brushing against the floor as he carries you into the living room. He puts you down on the couch, snorting at the stink eye you give him as he sinks down next to you.

Jaemin curls an arm around your shoulder as you lean into his side, patting your arm affectionately as you murmur, ”I missed you too.”

It’s only been a couple of weeks since the three of you last had a movie night, but it feels like a lifetime. There’s just something about Jaemin and Heejun that puts your mind at ease – it’s like a breath of fresh air to fall back into the normalcy of hanging out with them. You can almost pretend that nothing is out of the ordinary when you’re cuddled up with them on the couch, like your stalker doesn’t exist outside the walls of their apartment.

You’re all too aware that you might be putting them in harm's way by coming here, but Heejun has made it very clear that he will not get in way of the three of you spending time together. It was you that had to put your foot down and refuse to move in with them, not because you didn’t want to, but because you knew that suddenly changing up your living arrangement would not go over well with a delusional stalker. They might be safe for now, but you’re not willing to take any risks when it comes to the two of them. You’ll do anything to keep Heejun and Jaemin safe, even if that means you’ll have to sacrifice your own well being to do so.

“Hey, don’t start the cuddle pile without me!” Heejun pouts as he enters the room, the big dish in his hands filled to the brim with chicken.

You shake your head as you lean forward to clear the coffee table in front of you, amused as always at Heejun’s belief that everything will taste better if it’s plated nicely. It’s not like presentation will change the fact that it’s from a dingy fried chicken shop that may or may not be used as a front for criminal activity, but you suppose maybe that’s why Heejun is so insistent on plating it in the first place. That way you can pretend that you’re eating better food than you actually are. The chicken might come from a slightly nefarious background, but hey, at least the shop does a mean student discount.

You help Heejun get the table ready as Jaemin gets up to grab the beers you brought, the three of you falling into light conversation as you sit down to eat. You can feel the constant anxiety in the pit of your stomach lessening with each terrible joke that Heejun cracks, your sides aching with laughter as Jaemin recaps the terrible group project he’s been busy with over the past weeks. You almost choke on a piece of chicken as he describes how one of his peers had done a presentation on emetophilia instead of entomology, apparently not understanding that a vomiting kink was not the same as studying insects.  

“It’s a zoology class! How could he get that so wrong?” Jaemin wails, traumatized, as he chugs the rest of his beer.

You collapse into Heejun’s lap as you laugh, his body shaking as he struggles to catch his breath between his wheezing giggles. He huffs as he tries to collect himself, wiping a stray tear from the corner of his eye. The action makes you snort and it only takes a moment of silence before it sends you into another fit of laughter, one that even Jaemin joins in on. It’s really not that funny, but it’s something stupid and mundane, and just what you all need to forget the world for a minute or two.

You’re not sure how long it takes for the three of you to settle down, muffled chuckles escaping between bites of chicken as you all resume eating. You just feel so warm and happy squished between the two of them, their bodies pressed flush against yours on the small couch. You barely have enough room to move your food to your mouth, your elbows knocking into Jaemin and Heejun as you eat, but you wouldn’t change it for a thing.

You offer Heejun silent thanks as he nudges another beer into your hand, cradling the cold bottle between your fingers. Distracted by the pleasant alcohol-induced buzz in the back of your head, you watch as a drop of condensation races down the glass surface, clinging on to the bottom of the bottle before it drips to the floor. You mindlessly trace the words embedded in the glass as you let your thoughts drift into nothing, Heejun and Jaemin’s voices fading into the background. Your mind goes quiet for the first time in months as you focus on the bottle in your hands, all your worries and fears dissipating for a few precious moments. You can’t remember the last time you could just be without constantly feeling like danger is lurking around every corner.

“–he never remembers! What’s the use of having a professor if he forgets about his own lectures?”

Your hazy bubble is burst when Heejun leans against your side, the tail end of his conversation with Jaemin catching your attention. Remember? You swear there was something you were supposed to ask Heejun about, something you keep forgetting ..

“Oh!” Heejun jumps as you straighten up, the bottle in your hand almost slipping out of your grip from your sudden burst of energy. ”Do you know where Mr. Bear is? I think I must’ve misplaced him the last time I cleaned, but I can’t find him anywhere. Did you see him when you stopped by last week?”

“You misplaced him?” Heejun asks incredulously.

The thing is – you’ve never lost track of him before. Ever since Heejun gifted you that teddy bear when you were nine, you’ve always kept him beside your pillow. The only time you move him is when it’s time to change your sheets, and even then you’ve always made sure that you place him on your desk so that you never accidentally put him somewhere obscure and forget about it. Your attachment to Mr. Bear might be silly, but that ratty old bear has given you so much comfort over the years that it’s been hard to get a good night’s sleep without him.

“I guess,” You give him half-hearted shrug. You’ve already torn through your apartment twice to find him, but with no luck. The only value Mr. Bear has is sentimental, so it’s not like anyone would or could take him. You would know if anyone had broken into your apartment, and it’s not like you could ever forget to lock it up when you leave. No – he’s definitely somewhere around your home, you just need a fresh pair of eyes to locate him.

“I can’t remember seeing him anywhere,” Heejun frowns, his foot tapping restlessly against the floor. "We have plans with Jaemin’s parents tomorrow, but I can come over and help you look on Monday?”

“I’m meeting up with Jungkook to finish up our paper that day, I’m not sure how long it’ll take,” You sigh.

“Black hoodie guy?” Heejun asks, a contemplative look crossing his face as he leans back against the couch.

“That’s him,” You nod.

“Who are you talking about?” Jaemin’s voice is filled with thinly veiled curiosity; eager to catch up on any gossip you haven’t told him about in the last few weeks.

You fill him in on what he missed with Jungkook and the paper you’re working on, carefully stepping around the strange vibes he gave off when you first met. He did make you feel a little weird back then, but he’s been really friendly and sweet in his texts ever since, so it doesn’t feel right to mention anything that might make him look bad when in reality he’s just painfully shy.

“Jeon Jungkook!” Heejun snaps his finger, the unexpected outburst making both you and Jaemin turn to look at him in confusion. “I can’t believe it took me so long to remember where I heard his name before! .. I must be getting old.”

You roll your eyes, lightly hitting his thigh to make sure he doesn’t go off on another tangent again. Heejun found his first gray hair a few months ago, and he hasn’t shut up about it since whenever age happens to get brought up in conversation.

“Rude,” Heejun murmurs, pouting as he rubs the spot you barely tapped with your palm. “There was this guy in my psychology class last year, Namjoon, that talked about Jungkook a few times. They seemed pretty close.”

“Namjoon?” You look at Heejun with wide eyes, ”Please tell me he isn’t tall, wears glasses and funky sweaters?”

There’s no way it’s the same person, the coincidence would just be too great.

“You just described Kim Namjoon perfectly,” Heejun says, pulling a face as he takes a swing of his beer. ”Where do you know him from? He only took a few classes last year and none of them were in your department.”

“Oh, the local library? I stopped by last week to, uh, see if they had a book I needed for my paper.” You say, hoping Heejun can’t pick up on the way your voice trembles over your lie. You know it’s bad to keep secrets when it involves your stalker, but that’s exactly why you can’t tell them. You know they’ll want to help you, but you have a feeling that’ll only make things worse.

“That makes sense,” Heejun shrugs. ”From what I can recall he did split his time between working at the campus library and the one downtown. I’m pretty sure he didn’t even need the class we took together, but each to their own. I guess it tracks that he would start working at the local library full-time once he graduated.”

You hum in agreement, muttering a thank you to Jaemin as he pops open the beer you’re still holding on to. You truly can’t remember ever seeing Namjoon at the campus library before, but then again, you don’t really tend to pay attention to the other students around you when you’re studying. It’s not like you've used the library that much anyway – not when you have a perfectly quiet apartment with a soft bed you can do your work in.

“So they’re close? Namjoon and Jungkook?” You ask.

“Namjoon talked about him enough that I think it’s safe to assume that they’re friends,” Heejun says, his voice growing a little more understanding as he adds, "He seemed concerned that Jungkook wouldn’t know many people on campus once he graduated, so I guess that might solve the mystery of why he took all of those random classes he didn’t really need.”

“That’s sweet.” Jaemin notes. Heejun nods in agreement, muttering out a quiet yeah.

It would be a really kind thing of Namjoon to do. You suppose it does track with what you know about Jungkook so far, too. You haven’t really seen him much around campus since your last class together, but when you’ve caught a glimpse of him he’s always been by himself.

You worry at your bottom lip, shifting the bottle in your hands around. Maybe you should make more of an effort to befriend Jungkook? You’re a bit of a social outcast yourself, so having another person to talk to besides just Heejun and Jaemin would probably do you good too. But, would that put Jungkook in danger? Your stalker hasn’t mentioned your friends before, but it’s not too far-fetched to assume that it’s because he knows Heejun and Jaemin are soulmates. They’ve never tried to hide how in love they are with each other, and if he has been following you around, then he must’ve seen it for himself. Jungkook though, would he be viewed as a rival – a threat? You don’t want an innocent bystander to get hurt just because someone can't differentiate their delusions from reality.  

A loud smack next to your ear nearly makes you jump out of your skin, an undignified squeak leaving your lips as you collapse into Jaemin. You barely manage to keep your beer from spilling, Heejun offering you a sheepish smile as he rubs his reddening hands together.

“Frowning is banned tonight, I only want to see happy faces!” He points at you as he jumps to his feet. “That comedy movie you talked about a month ago is finally available to stream, so we’ll put a pause on our High School Musical re-watch to view that instead. You better appreciate my sacrifice and how much it pains me to have to wait another week before I get to see Ryan and Chad’s very gay baseball performance.”  

“Fuck, you almost gave me a heart-attack,” You hiss, rubbing your chest. Jaemin snorts as you unsuccessfully try to fling a pillow at Heejun’s face, the plush material landing in front of his feet with a soft thud.

“Maybe you should cut back on the alcohol for a while.” Heejun laughs.

You narrow your eyes at the suggestion, holding his gaze as you stubbornly down the rest of your beer. Jaemin clicks his tongue at the childish behaviour, taking the bottle out of your hands before you can completely finish it. He’s up on his feet before you can protest, levelling you with a look that makes your mouth stay shut.

“I’ll grab the snacks.” Jaemin fondly ruffles your hair, ignoring your swatting hands until he’s pleased with the mess he’s made out of your locks. You can practically hear it crackling with static electricity when he’s done, strands sticking out in every direction.

They both refuse your offer to help get things ready, insisting that you should stay put on the couch since you’re a ‘guest.’ You’re not so sure where that logic suddenly came from considering you helped Heejun clean their bathroom a few weeks ago, but hey, you’ll take it.

A faint buzz grabs your attention. You pick your phone off the coffee table as it lights up with a new message, eyebrows rising as you glance at the name on the top of your screen.

Kim Seokjin.

You scan the text quickly, not daring to give yourself enough time to hope for good news. The content is similar to what he’s texted you a few times already – he still has no leads. It makes sense that there’s no progress from his side though, you haven’t received any roses since you visited his shop. You’re not quite sure if it’s a coincidence or not, especially since the other gifts and envelopes have been turning up as normal, but it’s definitely a little suspicious. It’s probably safe to assume that your stalker knows something about you trying to track him down; otherwise it wouldn’t make sense for him to suddenly break his routine. Of course – not unless he’s planning something else.

You swallow thickly, sending Seokjin a quick thank you before locking your phone. You can wallow in your fears when you get home, you don’t want to ruin tonight and one of the few chances you have at feeling normal by worrying about him.

But, it proves itself hard not to do. You find yourself distracted not even ten minutes into the movie once you’re all settled back on the couch, your thoughts straying far away from the light-hearted plot playing out on the TV. You can’t stop thinking about the gift you found in front of your door this morning – a bright yellow envelope attached to a flat square box. You had blanched when you unwrapped the box to find another expensive piece of jewellery inside, the brand making your mouth run dry. The dainty necklace could probably pay for four months of rent. The card inside of the yellow envelope was straightforward, nothing more than a simple, ”this reminded me of you”, scrawled out in messy handwriting. You had given the simplistic sun pendant another glance before closing the case, stashing it away with the building mountain of orange and blue boxes hidden in the back of your closet. Nothing felt off with the card or the gift, so why is he changing things up with the roses?

You let out an inaudible sigh, snuggling further into Heejun’s side. You rest your head on his shoulder, using the steady beat of his heart to block out the sounds of life outside of their apartment. Most of all though, you ignore the tiny voice that tries to tell you that you probably won’t like the answer to your question and that you won’t know why until it’s already too late.

You grumble under your breath, pressing yourself flat against a wall to avoid colliding with the student barrelling through the crowd. It still shocks you just how packed and loud the hallways get on Mondays. It’s like no one uses the weekend the way it was intended anymore – to get shitfaced drunk three days in a row.

You successfully manage to make your way through the crowded hallways without any more near incidents, breathing out a sigh of relief as you spot the door to the lecture hall. You're nearly there when a familiar person steps into your path, the bright blue suit stopping you in your tracks.

Ms. Eun flicks some of her sleek black hair over her shoulder as she steps closer, the harsh clack of her heels audible over the steady noise of the other students. She flashes you a bright smile, placing a gentle hand on your elbow as she says, ”Y/n! You’re just the person I wanted to see.”

"Oh, Ms. Eun! Good morning,” You smile, hoping it doesn’t show on your face just how confused you really are. What could Ms. Eun ever want with you? You’ve never spoken to her before so there’s no reason for her to know who you are, and it’s not like Ms. Eun only teaches one class. She probably sees fifty different faces every day, and you’ve never tried to make yourself stand out from the rest.

“How is your project going?” Ms. Eun asks sweetly.

“It’s, uhm, it’s going well!” You say, a little flustered. You’re not quite sure what to do with yourself, the fangirl inside of you squealing under her undivided attention. She’s just so cool. ”I think we might finish it today actually, I’m meeting up with Jungkook later."

There’s a spark of amusement in Ms. Eun’s eyes at the mention of his name, her pink lips quirking. ”Ah. Is Jungkookie letting you do any work or did he try to complete it all by himself?”

You blink, your brain stuttering at how casually she utters the unexpected nickname. Jungkookie? Isn’t that a little too friendly?

“He tried.” You hesitantly admit, fidgeting under her gaze. “I convinced him to let me do the second draft though.”

“Oh, good!” She grins. She gives your elbow a squeeze, silky locks framing her face as she leans in and says, “You didn’t hear this from me, but Jungkookie has a tendency to do all the work in hopes that it will make people like him more. He has a kind heart, so please be gentle with him.”

“Yeah, um, sure,” You nod; finding yourself a little speechless at the familiarity Ms. Eun seems to share with him. You clear your throat, your curiosity winning out as you tentatively ask, ”Has Jungkook taken a lot of your classes? You seem to know him well.”

“Oh no, that kid has tried to avoid my classes at all cost,” Ms. Eun rolls her eyes. She releases your elbow in favour of holding up her hand, showing off the silver band around her fourth finger.

”I’m actually engaged to his cousin. We’ve been together for about four years now, so I’ve grown to know Jungkookie pretty well. I can’t help but be a little protective of him.”

“That’s nice of you.” You faintly smile, forcing out an ooh as she presents the gemstone on her engagement ring for a closer look. You have to admit that you did not see that connection coming, your mind reeling with the new information.  

“Don’t worry about your project though, I promise that my personal bias won't interfere with your grading! I’ve already asked one of my colleagues to evaluate it for me. I have to make sure that all of my students are graded fairly, family or not.”

“I hope it wasn’t too much trouble,” You wince, offering a small bow in apology.

Ms. Eun waves you off with another bright smile. ”Of course it wasn’t, I’ll do anything for Jungkookie and his friends! Good luck on your project, I’m looking forward to seeing what you’ve come up with. I didn’t mean to keep you, you should probably run along so that you’re not late to your lecture.”

“Thank you, Ms. Eun.”

“Oh please, call me Dasom! Ms. Eun makes me feel old,” She chuckles, straightening out her blazer. She’s only in her early thirties so you do understand where she’s coming from, but it’s not like you’ve earned the right to speak to her so informally. She’s still your professor, and you don’t share familial ties with her like Jungkook does.

“Okay, thank you again.” You stutter, flashing her another quick smile before you take off. You hear the slow fade of her heels against the floor as you rush to your lecture hall, slipping in through the door just as the professor goes to close it. You sink down into the first seat you see, feeling a little dumbstruck over the last five minutes.

Jungkook never mentioned his relation to Ms. Eun at any point during your conversations. Was he scared that you would react badly to it? That you would think he got special treatment?

You sigh. It’s not something he had to share, but now that you know, you might as well mention it to him. Maybe he’ll feel more comfortable with you if he knows that you don’t care about their connection.

You slow your steps as you near Jungkook’s hunched figure, catching your breath. Your lecture ended up running later than expected, and your sides ache from how fast you hurried across campus to make up for lost time. Jungkook has tucked himself away at one of the smaller tables near the back of the library, the sparser table arrangements there giving you some room to chat without disrupting the quiet for the other students. He looks like he’s been there for a while; books and papers scattered all around him on the round surface. You have to resist the urge to call out to him when you notice that he’s already bent over a small notebook, pen gliding hurriedly over the page as he writes. You had a feeling Jungkook wouldn’t hesitate to finish your project on his own, especially after what Ms. Eun told you earlier, and you can't let him do that. It wouldn’t be fair when he's already done such a big portion by himself.

“You didn’t start without me, did you?” You smile, dropping your bag on the floor as you pull out a chair.

“Y-Y/n!” Jungkook’s head whips up at the sound of your voice, doe eyes jumping between you and the table as he tidies up the papers strewn around. He quickly clears up some space for you, his hands moving frantically as he shuffles everything over on one side.

You eye his notebook curiously as you take a seat across from him. It’s nearly impossible to make out any of his handwriting upside down, but judging by the formatting alone and the tight and messy scribbles decorating the pages, it surprisingly doesn’t seem like Jungkook was working on something related to your project at all.

A strangled noise leaves Jungkook's lips as he notices where your attention has drifted. He hastily grabs the small black book with clumsy fingers, smacking it shut before he stuffs it into the backpack resting by his feet. The strain of panic in his eyes gives you a strange sensation of déjà vu – the alarm on Jungkook’s face bleeding into Seokjin’s anxious expression from a few weeks ago.

“I didn’t! This is p-private, sorry.” Jungkook stutters through his words. He ducks his head as his cheeks take on a soft pink hue.

You bite down on the inside of your cheek, feeling bad for peeking at Jungkook’s personal stuff. ”I’m the one that should be apologizing, not you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get here, my lecture ran later than expected.”

“I-It’s okay! I didn’t wait for very long.”

You nod; choosing not to comment on how it looks like Jungkook has been here for hours already, his things too strewn about for someone who just got there before you did.

Following Jungkook’s lead you get your laptop out of your bag, pulling up the second draft you finished a few days before. You already sent it to Jungkook yesterday for approval, so there’s really not much left for you to do but to add some sentences here and there to flesh out a few paragraphs you feel need it. You print out two versions of your paper once you both deem it finished, figuring it might be better to proof-check it on paper rather than the screen you’ve been staring at for the past hour.

You huff as you rummage through your bag, glaring at the dark fabric as you realize you left your last pen at home. Your lack of writing utensils is getting ridiculous; do you need to glue them to your bag to make sure that you won’t lose them? You honestly feel a bit embarrassed as you clear your throat, asking Jungkook if he has one extra to spare.

“Of course, take mine!”

Jungkook thrusts the one in his hand out before you can even blink, a timid smile on his lips as you reach across the table to take it.

“Are you sure? Do you …" You trail off as you turn the pen in your hand, eyebrows furrowing as your finger runs along the side of it. You’ve had quite a few of these pens yourself, it’s a rather popular brand, but this one in particular looks a lot like the last one to go missing. The ink is halfway gone and the chip you made in the plastic is right there, just below the clip from when it rolled down the stairs of Heejun and Jaemin’s apartment. There are even bite marks on the top of the barrel, ones you’re sure would match your teeth perfectly if you just–

You startle as Jungkook abruptly snatches the pen out of your hand, switching it out with another that was lying by his books. He firmly curls your fingers around the new pen, fingertips lingering for just a beat too long before he retreats his hand.

He avoids your bewildered eyes as he stuffs the first pen into the pocket of his hoodie. "Um, it was running low on ink? This one is better.” Jungkook gestures vaguely to the one you’re holding before he once again ducks his head, hunching over the final draft over your paper.

“If you say so,” You murmur. The new pen in your hand is smooth and unblemished, nothing like the previous one. You shake your head. Why would Jungkook have your old beat-up pen? It makes more sense that he would’ve thrown it away should he have found it somewhere. You know from experience how easily they break and chip, and it’s not like you’re the only person on campus who has a habit of chewing on their writing utensils. You spare Jungkook another glance, noting how he seems to already be underlining and crossing out words. Letting out a tiny sigh, you pull your final draft close. You shouldn’t be entertaining such stupid thoughts when you have more pressing things to attend to. With that in mind, you rest your head in the palm of your head – ready to get this project finished up as soon as possible.

You stretch your arms above your head, a satisfying pop releasing some of the tension in your back. The sun began to set through the window as you made the finishing touches to your paper, the sky a deep purple by the time you both finally deem it done. Truth be told, you probably wouldn’t have put this much effort into your project if you were doing this by yourself, but you can’t half-ass anything when Jungkook seems so eager to do well.  

“The formatting looks okay. Should I submit it?” Jungkook asks. He finds your gaze through his messy bangs, brown eyes fleetingly holding on to yours before he looks away.

“Go for it,” You smile. Jungkook silently nods, clicking away on his laptop as he pulls up the right site.

You pick at your chipped nail polish, letting your gaze wander around the library as you wait for your paper to finish uploading. Most of the other students have already left, their warm apartments calling them home early now that the autumn chill has truly come to stay. Another student catches your attention as she walks past, her bright blue sweater and dark hair reminding you of Ms. Eun and the conversation you had earlier. Maybe now would be a good time to bring their connection up.

You look back at Jungkook, clearing your throat softly before you say, ”I talked to Ms. Eun today, she, well, she actually mentioned you.”

“What?” Jungkook’s fingers go still. He straightens in his seat, sharp eyes locking on to yours as his mouth twists. ”What did noona say? If it was anything weird then don’t listen to her, she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.”

“No, it was nothing like that!” You quickly deny, the ferocity in Jungkook’s voice making you fumble for the right words. "She only mentioned that you’re family and that you’re diligent with your studies. I, um, I don’t know if this is even a concern for you, but I wanted to let you know that I don’t mind it – the fact that you’re family. You clearly work really hard despite any advantage you could have had, so I don’t want you to think that I think you’re being let off easy, that’s all.”  

Jungkook’s shoulders deflate as you elaborate. The frown on his lips quickly disappears, his face smoothing out into some more neutral. ”Oh… Okay.”

The shyness seems to creeps back in as the air goes silent between the two of you, a flush spreading across Jungkook’s cheeks as his own outburst dawns on him. He ducks down behind his screen again, using his laptop for cover as he shakily resumes turning in your paper, his voice ever so soft as he murmurs, ”Thank you, that means a lot to me.”

“Of course, no problem.”

You lean back in your chair, closing your eyes as you turn your face toward the ceiling. Your chat, if you can even call it that, didn’t exactly go as expected – you were wholly unprepared for such a strong reaction from Jungkook – but at least you got to somewhat clear the air?

You let out a soft sigh, your eyes burning behind your tired eyelids. Your lack of proper sleep over the last few weeks is finally starting to catch up with you. Something has just been feeling more off than usual ever since you began trying to track your stalker down and it makes it impossible to relax. Not even the comfort of your own home has been enough to properly let your guard down.

You make yourself as comfortable in the hard library chair as you can, replacing your thoughts with the rhythmic clicking of Jungkook’s laptop in hopes that you can make your mind shut off for a little while.

“Y/n … I-It's turned in.”

You blink away the sleepy haze weighting on your mind, shaking off the lingering exhaustion in your body. Did you just manage to nod of for a few seconds while sitting up? God. You really do need to get some rest.  

“That’s great, Jungkook. Thank you.” You look at Jungkook through bleary eyes, stifling a yawn behind your hand.

He seems to hesitate as he slowly starts to gather up his things, his gaze firmly locked on to the table as he musters up the courage to ask, ”Are you okay? Why do you look so tired?”

“It’s a long story.” You grimace. You should tell Jungkook what’s going on just for his own safety, but – you don’t want to scare away the only person you might be able to befriend besides Heejun and Jaemin.  

“I have time.” He pushes his hoodie further back on his head, showing off the earnest expression on his face; the gentle smile he gives you.

You chew on the inside of your cheek, a selfish part of yourself begging you to keep your mouth shut. It would be so nice to just have a friend that looks at you like you're normal, like you’re not being constantly stalked and harassed by an unknown person, but you know it wouldn’t be fair to Jungkook. Not when he’s just an innocent bystander to the mess you’re dealing with.

So, you tell him.

You keep a close watch on his face as you explain an abridged version of what you’ve been going through over the last year, leaving out some of the more intimate details of the gifts and letters you’ve received. He looks stunned, doe eyes wide with shock and lips parted in surprise as you re-tell everything. You rub the back of your neck once you finally begin to trail off, embarrassment and discomfort burning hot through your body as you admit how much it’s been affecting you, making you too scared to sleep.

Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow as you grow quiet, his leg bouncing against the table as he thinks. ”So it’s not just letters … but gifts too.” He mumbles shakily, face turning pale.

You actually think he might throw up if he moves around. Perhaps telling him was a mistake. Regretful, you stand up to gather your things, mustering up a faint smile as you say, ”I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you. Please just forget about it, okay? I know it’s a lot.”

Jungkook jumps to his feet, his chair screeching against the linoleum floor as he grabs your wrist, stopping you from picking up your laptop. His hand is clammy around your skin, his eyes darting across your face as you suck in a surprised breath. ”It’s fine! L-Let me walk you home. It’s dark outside and I don’t want you to feel unsafe."

“Are you sure?” A quick glance to your side confirms that the streetlights have long since turned on, everything beyond the campus pathways shrouded in darkness. You don’t want to bother Jungkook, especially when he hasn’t really said anything about your, well, your predicament, yet.

“I’m sure, Y/n.” Jungkook gives your wrist a limp squeeze, withdrawing his hand just as quickly as he grabbed you. He doesn’t seem too put off by the idea of being around you even though you have a crazed stalker, and it would be nice to not have to look over your shoulder constantly on your way home. Sure, Jungkook can be a little odd, but you’d at least be safer walking with him than on your own.  

“I’ll take you up on it, then. Thank you.”

You both make quick work of collecting your belongings, shoving all of the materials you used back in your bag. You find yourself outside in no time, keeping a brisk pace to combat the cold air. Jungkook matches your tempo easily with his long legs, his arm occasionally brushing against yours as he tries to avoid bumping into other people. Most of your walk home is spent in silence, your attempts of small talk a little stilted with Jungkook’s tense replies. He seems too distracted to fully pay attention to what you’re saying, his gaze tracking every person you walk past. It’s only now, with him walking next to you, that you realize just how broad he really is. He always makes himself look so small that it’s easy to forget how fit and tall he actually is. You never expected you would feel a sense of protection from the same man who struggles to look you in the eye for too long.

Jungkook’s cautiousness only drops once you reach your building, his face inquisitive as he stares up at the high building. ”Oh, so this is where you live.”

“Yeah, this is me,” You titter. There’s something odd, calculating, in the way Jungkook is studying your home. ”Why? Have you been here before?”

“No!” Jungkook shakes his hands, taking a step back. ”My hyungs live the area so I’ve passed by here before. That’s all!”

“Okay,” You nod, scuffing your boot against the ground.

Jungkook’s voice fills the air just as you open your mouth to say goodbye. ”About what you told me earlier .. Have you told the police?” He sways slightly where he’s standing, fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“I have,” Jungkook’s eyes snap up to meet yours, wide and … afraid? ”They can’t help me.”

Jungkook releases a deep breath. He runs one hand through his hair before he readjusts his hoodie, the shadow hiding his eyes. ”I, ah, know someone in the police force that will believe you. Hyung is a great policeman; he’ll definitely help you if we ask. We can go there tomorrow if you want!”

“I don’t know..” You sigh. ”I’ve already tried twice.”

“Please? I promise he’ll be able to do something. He wouldn’t want my so– friend! to be scared.”

You mull it over for a few seconds, the cold air nipping at your cheeks. It’s not like it’ll hurt to try one more time, right? Maybe the officer Jungkook knows has more authority than the ones you’ve spoken to so far. Maybe he can help you.

You shrug, giving Jungkook a faint smile as you reluctantly agree to his offer. ”If you think he’ll be able to do something, then sure, why not."

The curves of Jungkook’s mouth pull up in the low light. ”Don’t worry, Y/n. He’ll know exactly what to do.”

a/n: the yandere boys are back!! things are going to go down in the next chapter, i hope you’re ready .. 👀 please leave a comment if you enjoyed and let me know your thoughts, that would make me so happy!!

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[darlingpwease]

It would be funny if the system did allow reader to become Shang Qinghua disciple and make him a father figure to them as a little treat for being the author.

Shang Qinghua would be a father who will spoil reader. Bonus points reader knows some memes because Shang Qinghua taught them.

Reader probably doesn’t take him seriously at times but is protective of him.

Reader: He may be an idiot but he’s my idiot.

Shen Yuan is probably smacking his fan at Shang Qinghua for this (or perhaps he’s jealous because reader won’t be his disciple like he expected)

shang qinghua is my lil meow meow<33 deserves to be called daddy tbh he is the author after all /hj /affectionate

creator's favourite<3

reader: wow hehe silly guy who thinks he's my dad... I love it in shifus.

♡ unhealthy behaviour, pet names, mention of violence, adoptive family themes, parent/child dynamic (and some pinning from shen yuan but you can treat it as you want); drabble + headcanons

But more seriously, SHANG QINGHUA actually looks like someone who will be a good father to his cute little darling sweetest summer baby boo that he sometimes just wants to put in a box and shake or put in the palm of his hand and watch with wet eyes, trembling.

He was doing research... And it's normal for men to get carried away with cute things... And gosh — who can say that you are his favorite character and no one can be your fan even more than he is?

(one may try to compete, but he prefers to ignore the existence of Cucumber Bro, although he admits that in some things he has a taste, especially with this cute art, similar to how he represented you, as his pfp.)

(he also puts your art on his pfp, because no one else can be your big fan.)

It's not that you are described in any way at all or look especially against the background of other characters — apart from the fact that he may be too self-indulgent when he describes you as candy for eyes whenever you appear, as if you are a character from a much better story, but what can he do??? — and your backstory may look like one of those that he created for a long time and thoughtfully, as if connecting the pieces of a puzzle, putting his mind, heart and hours into you that he could have spent sleeping instead, but!

He doesn't regret it.

Even in the morning, when he slept for only two or three hours, he does not regret that for just a few hours he said to himself, "it's okay, it's okay, just a couple more words and that's it..."

Every author should have two favorite characters in the story — one whom he wants to associate with himself (or next to whom he wants to associate) and one whom he wants to wrap in a blanket, put on his chest, kiss on the forehead and saying that they are gorgeous and beautiful. After all, for the audience, he has a beautiful cold cultivator and a fateful passionate demoness, so he can have his beautiful cold demon and his charming bright cultivator, right?

Perhaps you are not part of Binghe's harem (not his cutie!!! too precious!!! his baby can't be part of something like that!!!) and such a detailed study, which is hidden behind your description, does not make much sense, but it makes him happy, especially when he can introduce you to the narrative, briefly describe or invent what you can say. His cute little meow meow, who is Luo Binghe's senior fellow disciple under Shen Qingqiu's care (no you don't need that character development where you experience bullying!!! he has the right to be delusional in his works!!!), and tries to do something to the best of your ability, even if there is little you can really help...

... You die in a battle against demons. Although in his drafts a plan of how you actually survived, it was also not very pleasant for him to write this scene, even if it was pleasant to describe an emotionally strong reaction, — and subsequent plans for revenge and murder also had some therapeutic effect, — but no, brother Cucumber, he does not feel any pleasant feelings at all from having killed his pet! And he is not at all happy that he killed the only worthy character!!

And your death was not at all predictable because of how pure and catchy you were!!!

"... Maybe a little delusional after all," SHANG QINGHUA thinks when looks at you. Small, with a straight back and an indefinite peak, although he knows that you will become a member of another peak, and this realization for the first time causes him damage to such an extent that he wants to cough up blood. He just wants to get on knees, hug you and shake, but instead can only watch — and when the System says that he can get you as his disciple, since he has already become the head of the peak?

Yes, your participation in the plot is important, but not to this exte–

Not a word more — he doesn't hesitate for a second!

SHANG QINGHUA treats you like a mother hen with an egg, wanting to just constantly take you in arms and kiss cheeks like a proud father, and for sure he has... moments where you allow yourself some tenderness because of which he falls to the ground, covering face, as if you killed him with charm, while you look down on him — at first frowning and worried, then you just pull him up yourself.

At some point, you even begin to like it; one day you even allow yourself to call him 'father' — but when he almost has a deviation of qi from what you call him, you never do it again, even if now he definitely desperately wants to hear it again. But — no way; how will you explain to the head of Qian Cao Peak why your father shifu looks like this? It would be extremely embarrassing, especially if you still had to drag him.

No.

Never.

(you still unwittingly unconsciously call him that several times, though — and each time SHANG QINGHUA understands that if he dies right now, he will die happy.)

Your backstory is definitely the story of an orphan or an abandoned child, even if it has some noble origin, and it's hard to deny that being immediately in the adoring and pampering presence of the head of An Ding Peak, who deals with all economic affairs and supplies in the sect, being literally the peak of logistics, is a little overwhelming... at first. Someone may view An Ding Peak as useless or meaningless, but when all the supply, procurement, economic transactions are circulating around one peak, and this is not something secret...

... can't your loveable father afford to pamper his beloved child?

You were such a sweet and smart disciple who always follows him (at his request, but you could also theoretically disobey him, so he should reward you anyway!), how can SHANG QINGHUA not try to make you smile and be spoiled?

He knows how bad life was for you, he described it all himself, so he only makes amends to you, even if you definitely do not know because of whom in some sense you had such a past, but only look at him as a parental figure who is always ready to help, protect and pamper you. SHANG QINGHUA always brings your favorite food (which you share! wow! this is definitely fate!), gives you the best, sometimes even unparalleled, clothes or things of the best quality — and never neglects you, as if your very presence activates in him all this incomprehensible desire to protect and adore you.

Does he spoil you too much?... Yes — but you forget one fact: he is also the proud father of one little sweet celestial whom he wrote especially for himself and now can shamelessly love them! Period!

Perhaps the only thing SHANG QINGHUA violently opposes is your fights with anyone, even if you are a head disciple and a member of a sect that, in addition to the economy, is often forced to deal with the dirtier and borderline gray or obviously black things common in the world of cultivators, — but SHANG QINGHUA knows that the sect will be destroyed much earlier what will you become the head... so what's stopping the two of you from just living your life together? Somewhere in a house near the city or in a small but rich city, where you can spend your life in a carefree and moderate pace until old age next to him, needing nothing and never shedding tears... a small pond for you or a garden where you can grow whatever you want, or a place where you will raise small or not-so-small animals...

SHANG QINGHUA is not the most active or aggressive person, he does not seek to expand influence at all, as the original owner of the body did, but when he gently combs your hair, looking at your straight back, he understands that this is impossible if he wants you to survive. Yes, he described that you 'didn't die' and even put forward several ideas about what happened to you after, but now, looking at you, none of them suits him. Why should you suffer? Isn't what was in the original novel enough for you? Don't you deserve to live in comfort and safety?

He is your father — not in the biological sense, but in a much more important way, in both of his lives, and it is natural that your future falls on his shoulders, since he has made the past for you and takes care of you in the present. He would prefer a calm, trouble-free life with the flow, but when SHANG QINGHUA looks at you rejoicing at his gifts as if for the first time or trying to take part of his responsibilities and difficulties to help, how can he think only of himself?

Maybe that's why he's here — to make you happy and make sure you'll never be sad again. After all, SHANG QINGHUA gave you his soul, so it's natural that he could even overcome reality itself and time to be there — and if you think about it like that, then everything falls into place!

His ability to take you as his disciple and almost-child, his need to pamper you, his adoration...

“Shifu?...”

He loves you so much that his heart bursting.

“Shifu, why are you lying down again???”

Papa will protect you.

Shen Yuan really tries not to get angry, but when he sees SHANG QINGHUA shamelessly purring and spoiling you, clearly mocking him about the fact that you love him as your 'dad' shifu, the desire to hit becomes much stronger.

It's not fair, okay? After all, you were originally supposed to be his disciple; that's why he called you, wanting to see his beloved spousefu character — only to find out that you are not his disciple. Perhaps it was then that he realized that something was wrong — just as SHANG QINGHUA understood it, who later heard at a secret meeting that Shen Qingqiu, who woke up after a fever, asked about you for some reason, thinking that you were his disciple, and was amazed when he was confirmed several times that no, this is not so, you are a disciple of another peak.

A disciple of another peak? No, it's– no, it's possible, but unlikely. Since Luo Binghe is already studying at the peak, then at about this age he should already have had a connection with you, right? It's strange if the semblance of 'white moonlight' for the protagonist still did not exist at the peak, although your first meetings probably should have already happened. Isn't that about when that meeting should take place where you save him from mockery by appearing in time as a 'famous young phoenix under the guidance of Shen Qingqiu' and saying your cool speech?

Isn't that when you first demonstrate yourself as a domineering and self-aware beauty, but also able to be modest? Where your 'presence alone is enough for everyone to immediately disperse, let alone look or words'? Where were you still an unblemished white lotus that made Luo Binghe take an example from you, whose gait was 'as silent and graceful as leaves dancing in tandem with a wandering wind in a silent bamboo forest' and 'voice similar at the same time to the purring of a well-fed tiger inspecting their mountain in search of the next prey to playfully tear it apart' and 'like the first gentle snow showering everything around like a blanket, covering and forcing all living things to be silent and heed the serenity and greatness'?

These were some of his favorite scenes, excerpts from which he regularly reread and kept screenshots in the "favorite" in the phone gallery!

Where?!

"Someone remembers," SHANG QINGHUA thinks, rubbing his nose after sneezing — and smiles affectionately when you carefully throw a cape over him before returning to his business next to him, deliberately ignoring shifu's loving gaze. You really are a hardworking little thing, aren't you? Of course, what his child should be like; although not at all like your daddy, but you still take great care of him, even if you don't give him some expensive gifts and don't try to physically serve, unlike him. But he likes it — to take care of you, pamper you, try to accustom you to his culture and jokes, teach you some things that later become 'internal' and are not familiar to anyone else.

... Almost no one else is familiar with them.

“You yourself know they were supposed to be my disciple.”

“... The author has the right to make changes to the work.”

Shen Jiu– No, Cucumber Bro looks up at him because of the slight difference in height, and there is such obvious discontent and irritation in his eyes that SHANG QINGHUA is sure: if it were real, acid would dissolve him right now so that the earth would open up and swallow what would remain of his body.

“Don't you think that such an intervention will have consequences?”

What are the consequences? That you can't pamper them now and take advantage of their care like I do?

“Are you jealous that they call me 'baba' and not you?”

Shen Yuan still hits him with a fan from the heart, but does not answer anything — and SHANG QINGHUA does not dare to continue teasing or pressing button, even seeing how annoyed he is, not wanting to admit that yes, damn it, he is angry that his favorite character, the thought of which caused and causes euphoria, got not him, but SHANG QINGHUA.

“Stfu.”

You don't really call him ''baba' — but if you did, his heart would immediately stop and there would be a serious deviation of qi.

... Hmm...

He definitely found something with which he will pester you now — and the way Shen Qingqiu looks with jealous irritation, clutching a fan in his hand, only adds to the situation of fire.

Even if you don't have the slightest understanding of what's going on.

#❖.my jewelry #🥮 — svsss #✉.shang qinghua #✉.shen yuan #🧸.parental #🧸.yandere au #if you squint<3 #shang qinghua headcanons #gender neutral reader #yandere character

[colourstreakgryffin]

Out of curiosity and since your requests are open, (and because I love world-shattering drama) what would a Yan!Kyojuro vs Yan!Mitsuri with a Natsuki!reader would look like??

(And by Natsuki!reader meaning she (or they if u write gn readers) has the same personality as Natsuki from DDLC)

Slay, Serve, Survive,

- 💫

Can do! Here it is! I’ll do GN this time, for you, my little glass angels!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Rengoku Kyojuro vs Kanroji Mitsuri

This is a interesting situation! Who did you know first? They both are equal in openness and friendliness towards new slayers, so it would be a 50-50% but for this; You came up to Kyojuro yourself because you wanted to master Flame Breathing!

Kyojuro found you unbelievably cute, the very first second he met you! You act like you’re so tough and scary, but all he saw was a pretty fluffy little kitty flaring their claws

Kyojuro got close to you long before Mitsuri came into play. The only reason you met Mitsuri is because the Flame Hashira requested you train your flexibility with the all-so-talented Love Hashira!

Mitsuri was his pupil back in the day. So it seem fit for his pupils and dear friends to work together. He simply thrived on how happy you were as you ate and chatted with Mitsuri

Mitsuri fell for you under the same thought process as Kyojuro, she loved all your cute accessories and adored the way you acted all so fearless and hardened, yet, you were so short and tiny. She felt like she was watching a pretty bumbleebee call her a ‘Baka’

You’re interesting for your hard-hearted tsundere personality but contrasting colourful looks. So cute, that it makes their hearts blow over in love each time. It was like you shot arrows of love by just existing

Their love grew and grew until they both wore your name on their hearts. Everything had you in mind, both were so eager to see you each day. You spent the day with Kyojuro training and night with Mitsuri for her sleepovers. This single routine is responsible for making everything fall apart

The Yandere effect didn’t take a proper hold on the two until they both realised their feelings for you and that they had matching views. The more they spend time with you, either seperate or together, the strong innocent love grows until a equally strong unhealthy obsession

In-fact, two obsessions: first is over you, second is over getting the other out of the picture for good! I mean it that, they attack each other willingly, maybe no physically, but they’ll try chase the other away to win you over with no threat

Mitsuri and Kyojuro have quite the number of matching Yandere traits, being Overprotective, Possessive and Delusional. They both don’t want to kill anybody, they prefer blackmailing/intimidation/threatening and they spoil you rotten. Mitsuri treats you like you’re made of glass and Kyojuro acts like you absolutely adore him as much as he adores you

Kyojuro is very passive-aggressive and Mitsuri fakes her past personality. Their love-centred obsessions rot away all their likability, making them mindless drones determined to “win” you over to feed their fantasies

Kyojuro refuses to recognise your newfound hostility towards his scary behaviour and laughs it off but Mitsuri cries hysterically at how you yell at her to get away and begs you forgive her for whatever she did wrong

Neither care if they must fight each other or all the other Hashira. You’re happiness and love is the most important thing for them, tell them to go away. They’ll stalk you from far away until you want them back

“Dokusha, love. It’s starting to rain, hug me and I’ll use my haori to shield you from the cold! I’ll keep you warm”

“Wait! Hey, I’m warmer, Doki-honey! Come to me! I have lots of layers to protect you from the rain!”

Kyojuro is scary, Mitsuri is needy. Which one scares you more is up to you. Though, they both are equally clingy and desperate to have you live in their Estate

They both learn about your abusive father at one point and legit hunt him down. They can’t stand the fact somebody dares to lay their hands on you. You’ll end up going home to no father but a note about his “s***de”

The two surround you all the time. In public, they grab your hands and try their best to embrace you but end up passive-aggressively fighting over you. Even if you try to run away, they’ll follow you through and beyond Japan with no failure

Mitsuri half-beat Obanai for trying to threaten you

The protective levels are over the extreme. Both Kyojuro and Mitsuri will defend you from literally everybody, human or demon. Especially from each other and your fellow Hashira. You’ll lose your ability to socialise in no time

Kyojuro likes brushing your hair with you cuddled in his lap, smiling in a creepily excited way. All until Mitsuri breaks through and yanks you off him, fixing up your pretty colourful kimono as the two begin shooting death stares at each other

No matter how much you try to shoo them off with cruel words or angry growls, they’ll come running back to you with pleasure. To express their love and convince you to pick them over the other. Kyojuro will prevent you form leaving the spot as his Tsuguko and Mitsuri will try bribe you into become her Tsuguko

“Rengoku-san is nice but he doesn’t really know what limits are! How about you be my Tsuguko instead of his? You like my training and I understand you a lot more! We can have so much fun, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Leave… me? That’s such a ridiculous idea, Dokusha! You love me, why would you want her? She’s emotional and whiny, I’m mature and I give the warmest hugs! You’ll obviously pick me!”

Mitsuri is bratty, she’ll do shady things to make you dislike Kyojuro. Act like the victim after making Kyojuro snap so you’ll sympathise with her. But Kyojuro can see right through his former student and attempts to manipulate you into thinking Mitsuri is wrong

They both are wrong, neither are clean in this situation but so twisted up in their love fantasies of you. Their cute, little angel with a equally cute and flashy breathing style. No matter what must happen, they’ll work and work to win you

Kyojuro is a bit sadistic, he’ll get somewhat aggressive in his controlling scolds and that can scare you. This is where Mitsuri comes in and tries her best to scare away her ex-dear friend from hurting her love

You and your entire being is their new mission. Nothing else matters anymore, they’ll fight over you with such sickeningly sweet smiles, you’re certain they are both insane. Truly, they are insane and they won’t let you go

Not kidding, they both ask you to marry them and send a whole load of letters, gifts and flowers. Just waiting for you to choose one, but you don’t want. You don’t even like them as friends anymore, they frighten you so much that you want to puke

Who you want is up to you in the end! Though, it comes with lots of risks, including the left-behind rampant who’ll try kill the one you chose! The burning fire or the beating heart, take your pick of spouse:

“Look. Dokusha! I have brought you all of your favourite foods! You told me you don’t really have food at your home, so I got you everything! Would you like to sit down and enjoy it with me?”

“Dokusha-chan! I heard that your hairclips broke so I bought you new ones and lots of more new accessories you’ll like! Can I put them in your hair and braid it? Pleasseee! It’s really cute! Let’s be cuties and match!”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kny imagines #headcanons #kny hashira #kanroji mitsuri #mitsuri kanroji #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #Yandere mitsuri kanroji #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere kyojuro rengoku #yandere #yandere romance #kyojuro x reader #mitsuri x reader

[dearweirdme]

Tae's lives have diminished any and all doubts I've ever had about his relationship with jungkook. People are taking the first live too casually imo. It was a huge huge revelation. Just replace jk with any lady, and tae saying that she sings that song for him. It's such a sweet and romantic song. People would've jumped with that piece of info and anyone denying it would've been called a delulu y/n. But since it was jk, most of them have straight up brushed it under the rug.

Them being sighted on dates etc has always been justified by the larger fd as just bros hanging out, even if they forget that you don't usually book tables in advanced at very expensive restaurants just to hang out with your bro, or even book an entire suit for filming a dance challenge.

Anyways, even if those dates were overlooked, how is this serenading platonic?

Army are usually quick to pick out even minor details in members' lives but somehow none of them, apart from tkkrs, have picked up the very clear jk phantom from tae's live? It sounds so much like jk that even if you tried you can't deny that it's him.

I think those who still berate tkkrs should instead take a look at their own behaviours regarding tkk. They've been so quick to jump on the awkward bros wagon but can't even fathom the fact that there might be something b/w them.

Tae has never hidden much when it comes to him and jk and its bcs of ot7s that he is able to do so coz he is well aware that anything short of them coming out is gonna wake them from their stupor

Hi anon!

That first live was absolutely something. I think we were all shocked and endeared at the same time. Speaking for myself, I think I have a good idea about how much they love each other, and Tae missing Jk this much is absolutely something I feel is part of their connection. It's what I would imagine, but what I would not have expected to ever see. We pick up these small things and when looking at the whole all these small things combined is actually something huge, but we don't often see something so clear. Imo them at Dream was also huge, but the difference is that this was a spontaneous moment in which Tae just shared something he felt in connection to Jk. He was in his feelings, suddenly wanted to hear a song Jk always sings to him. It's a specific song to him and the meaning of that song is tied to Jk. Just hearing the song wasn't enough, he wanted to hear Jk sing it. It just fits in how I see them. I believe they are very capable of being without each other for times, they have friends they hang out with without the other, they have schedules and events and whatnot's to attend alone and they do just fine with that, but I also think they have a need for each other. A need for the comfort and love they can only get from each other... and that's completely normal to have in a relationship. Did Tae intent to share this with us? I don't think so.. you can kinda see him hesitate for a bit just before he says he want's to listen to the song Jk always sings for him, but he just went for it because it's what he felt and there's really nothing more satisfying than to be able to just say what you feel when the feelings are strong. I think we just witnessed Tae being in the moment.

Ofcourse Jkkrs and anti's were quick to call him an attentionseeker like they always do. But they are just doing that because it fits their own ideas and Tae being honest will stand in the way of whatever it is they choose to believe.

The funny thing is though, that after Tae's latest live (the one in bed with sounds of someone else there) I got only one ask (!) saying Tae was alone in his bedroom. That's it! No "you're delusional", no "it was Jennie", no "It was a friend", no "if it was Jk it's because they're friends"... nothing! And it's been unexpected. I have been wondering if this is going around fandom even, because we all know how Jkkrs and anti's are usually very quick to jump in my asks and get all angry... and I don't actually think me posting Taekook pics really works in keeping them away 😂. So I do wonder what's up with that. Have they all decided to just ignore it completely? Are they dumbstruck? Do they realize it's Jk and they know they can't call Tae an attentionseeker when Jk is actually next to him?

#taekook #tae live

[hideousvoid]

Drowning in the dark

"please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl"

reader: gender neutral

warnings: stalking mentions, possessive behaviour, obsession, manipulation, delusional yandere and etc. + slightly smut

・゜゜・┆ ° ♡ • ➵ ✩ ◛ °

You didn't expect things to end like this, to 'fall in love' with the owner of the mostro lounge, the second-year student that is famous for his perfectionism. Azul puts all his effort in his studies and work, the restaurant or the contracts, same contracts that made you fall in his strong grasp. You only needed some tips for the test of alchemy, knowing how good the man was in that subject you immediately thought of asking him among all people, voices about deals with the grey-haired man could be heard by those who were in dept with him. Too many people, some happy and others annoyed about it, still no one recommended to avoid such a chance.

You thought the same thing even though it was a big risk, plus after Floyd teased you so much about it you couldn't stop thinking of risking for once. What could ever happen? Azul was a serious man with his actions so undoubtedly it must have been secure to do such a thing, bizarre the fact that the teachers didn't find out of his 'secret' already. Without making Grim notice it you went to his office following the little ticket Jade gave you, the eels it seemed to know too much but it wasn't dangerous enough to let it stop you. They acted like that with everyone, teasing and annoying other students just for fun or for work, wasn't rare to find the moody one arguing with someone.

Once arrived to the restaurant you were greeted by the twins with a creepy smirk, taking you to the master of that beautiful place. The lounge was dark with many windows showing the sea, purplish walls and furniture with some light blue or pink lights. Truly wonderful, the view of the ocean was incredible too, most of the time jellyfishes were swimming in front of the windows.

・゜゜・ ⬇・゜゜・

・゜゜・_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Jade knocked on the door of the vip room with that grin never leaving his face, after hearing the words 'come in' Floyd opened the door making you enter but blocking your way of freedom staying behind you. Azul was there sitting in his chair with his arms on the desk covering his mouth using the hands, he waited too much for you to finally come. Slowly his hands laid on the woody surface, a serious glaze on yours as you sat down uncomfortable for the presence of the eels. The grey haired man already knew what you needed, always catching useful informations and making plans, gladly delivered by his two best colleagues. Slightly raising his eyebrows as you confessed what you went for, he didn't say anything at first just picked a paper and started to write on it, after some seconds letting it slide in front of you with a pen.

"I can give you all the answers for the test but with a condition, you are going to work in the mostro lounge like Jade and Floyd for a week and half, don't make any damage or you'll get severely punished. Sign here and I'll make sure you get the best vote in alchemy" his voice was confident and hypnotic, his beautiful blue eyes staring in yours while his soft lips perfectly moved at every letter. You weren't sure about it, working in a restaurant so many days for a test? Your thoughts were interrupted by Jade that grabbed your shoulder tighting the grip, his voice calm but at the same time dangerously slow. "You already saw how many students were happy after making a contract with our 'boss', let us see your pretty signature." Not even the chance to answer that the other twin added his words too, looking at you as if he was going to bite you. "Come on shrimpy, don't be so hard to get or we'll have to squeeze you!~" sneered as you finally signed the paper, you didn't have a choice anymore and it was obvious, no way to run or to win.

Azul bit his glove trying not to laugh, the human that everyone talked about finished in his trap like anyone else, how desperate were people for a test? Enough to get theirself in such a trouble, he always felt superior whenever someone signed one of his contracts without even thinking about it. "It's a deal! I'll make sure to deliver you the answers once you come back to your dorm, have a nice day and good luck (y/n)" nodding you stood up saying goodbye as the eels accompanied you to the door, this time they didn't say anything and only waved at you while rapidly getting away from that place.

Your test got the highest score and everyone looked envious, how? Azul unfortunately and fortunately kept his word so you had to work for him, the eels making your days more and more difficult trying to get you punished but when you were reaching that point the dorm leader always walked towards you to chat, bizarre for the way he blushed or slightly stuttered while looking at every little move you did. When the contract was finally gone you didn't work anymore with those two devils, still you were attracted by Azul's office as if it was a magnetic. You don't know how you ended so physically with him, the way he teased you got to intense to ignore it, sticking your tongue in his mouth as you pulled his hair or biting his neck. The dorm leader never refused those actions, so desperate to receive it laying on the desk as if he was a snack, begging for more while pressing his thighs together to get more friction.

In the present you were effectively in his room, when a request came out of his trembling mouth "please wrap your arms around my neck tighter even if you choke me, I can't get enough of your touch, warmth and perfume, my pearl." You didn't think twice and tighten the grip on his throat this time with your hands, a moan escaping his mouth as he was getting warmer, his right hand sliding in his pants without letting you notice it. A long night is ahead for you two, be careful to the dorm leader's voice before anyone finds out about this.

#yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #twst #twst writing #twisted wonderland #gn reader #gender neutral mc #gender neutral reader #scenario #tw stalking #tw possessiveness #tw obsessive thoughts #tw manipulation #slight smut

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

Hi 👋 I love your fics!

I know this request may sound weird but I was wondering if you could maybe do an omegaverse yandere Austin!Elvis x reader fic where Elvis is an omega pretending to be an alpha and the reader is an alpha that often gets mistaken for an omega because of how tender-hearted she is until she gets passionate about something and then her alpha nature comes out.

I have a few ideas:

1. Maybe they meet in Vegas either in the hotel where she is a guest or she works there? Or maybe in Memphis at Lisa Marie's Preschool? Or in Beale Street?

2. Elvis is in heat or is sent into heat because of the reader, he is drawn to her and instantly becomes obsessed because of how kind she is, her scent, her personality everything about her even though he's only just met her or seen her.

3. Becomes jealous and delusional because she is always surrounded by a lot of people and presentations.

4. Either triggers her rut by forcing himself into heat or drugs her into a strong early rut and tricks her into marking, claiming him whilst making her think she forced herself on him or that she has to take responsibility.

5. Due to her tender-hearted nature she does everything he says out of guilt or responsibility. Effectively forever binding them together.

6. Reader begins to have suspicions about what happened and Elvis's behaviour.

7. Maybe baby trapping? To get her suspicions off and focus on something else, effectively trapping her forever?

I hope you consider taking on my request, it's ok if you don't 😊

Thank you 💗, love your fics 😊😁

This is amazing! I have been wanting to do something with omegaveres so this is just perfect. Thank you so much for coming to me!

I will get to it soon as I can, it might take a little bit because I'm working on quite the few stories (like 6 at once, I need help 😅 lol) but I promise you'll love it. I'm so glad and grateful that you like my stories, hearing that makes keeps me motivated, I needed that.

#elvis imagine #elvis presley x reader #elvis x reader #elvis smut #elvis 2022 #yandere!elvis x reader #austin elvis imagine

[yankpop]

Yandere Haechan (NCT) - He breaks in

Summary: Haechan gets tired of waiting for you, so he breaks into your apartment.

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes so please don’t take any of this seriously. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. Please, be 18+ to read this. Make sure to read the trigger warnings before you get started, but almost everything is yandere and includes toxic behaviours.

All copyrights belong to @yankpop (aka me) so do not post/translate my works on any other platforms without my consent/knowledge.

Check more: Masterlist.

Female reader

WARNINGS: Mentions of stalking; house invasion.

AN: When he yells try to imagine his hysterical voice when he yells 😂 Let me know how this was. Hope you guys enjoy this 💖

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The loud pangs resonate through the entire room, making a shiver run through your body. You curl yourself into a ball, hiding behind the couch and burying your head into your arms.

Your whole body is frozen with dread and filled with cold sweat while your mind is completely unable to think. You knew he was crazy but you never - never - thought it would reach this point.

“C’mon, baby, just fucking open this door!” Haechan hysterically shouts, the force of his punches causing the door to violently shake.

You desperately hope the door is strong enough to hold him outside, until someone comes to help you since you had conveniently lost your phone today and your apartment suddenly lost electricity, incapacitating the landline phone - coincidences you are starting to suspect.

His delusional laughs seem to only increase volume as he relentlessly keeps banging on the door.

“Why are you even hiding, baby? Let me in and I promise I’ll show you how much I love you, okay?”

You press your hands against your ears, attempting to ignore the crazy guy and his psychotic behaviors. Maybe if he gets tired, then he’ll leave you alone. You just pray that it happens fast yet it’s hard to think positive when Haechan keeps yelling at you while trying to break into your apartment.

“How about you answer me, bitch? I know you’re in there!” he angrily shouts “You’re mine, you hear me? You’re mine and you can’t hide from me! I own you.”

His mood seems as bipolar as him - reason why you rejected all advances and tried to keep your distance from him. He is bad news, something he was just proving you. You seriously regret not going to the police when you had the chance, always thinking he’d move on from his obsession with you.

Suddenly, all the banging stops and the whole room merges into silence. You stop breathing for a moment, wondering if he actually left. You hesitantly crawl from behind the couch, your eyes focusing on the unharmed door. You know better than to just open the door to check, but you also have no idea of how to know if he’s truly gone.

Maybe you should– the door crashes down open earning a high-pitched scream from you. Standing on the doorway, there is Haechan with a crazed grin plastered on his face. He starts walking closer to you, yet your legs don’t move, forcefully keeping you on the spot.

You close your eyes in fear as Haechan comes to stand in front of you, his fingers grasping a few strands of your hair and sniffling them.

“I told you that you can’t hide from me, didn’t I? Now I guess you’ll have to be punished for that.”

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(Part 2)

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@mwitsmejk

#yandere nct #nct yandere #yandere haechan #yandere kpop #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #@yankpop #yandere haechan x reader #yandere!nct #yandere nct dream #yandere nct 127

[sneezemonster15]

Writing Sakura and Hinata in character would make ppl think you hate them for being in the way of your yaoi ship. They gonna put you in the mysoginist box as Kishimoto because "How dare you give those innocents pretty girls any flaws?! They just want to love their men, they are doing nothing wrong!"

I'm tired of reading fics where Sakura is understanding as soon as she learns about SNS secret relationship. Tired of people showing Hinata being understanding and moving on fast and finding a new man (often Kiba) as if she wouldnt cry herself to death because Naruto-kun dont love her.

Wished fanfic writers explored more about Sakura's loneliness and her regret and frustration. On one side, she is happy to be "married" to Sasuke but on the other side, deep down, she is probably feeling fucking lonely and stupid because he is never home and ppl probably talks behind her back about her husband who is never home and who probably cheat on her, and how she looks so miserable.

Like, lets be realistic.

My headcanon is that Sasuke hopes that the distance he puts between them will finally makes Sakura snaps and "cheat" on him while he is absent. He realized he will never be free as long as she dont realize herself bc she is too selfish to notice her "husband"is unhappy by her side.

I find it very ironic when female fans fight for these two ladies. Like when they self insert into these women, what do they get out of it? It's so masochistic. Ss and Nh have no love to speak of. None. But the force of wish fulfilment is so strong with these fans, they would gladly ignore or dismiss everything canon. And while I understand people would do a lot to preserve something that gives them so much pleasure, including denying things left and right without an iota of introspection or soul searching, the fact that they deny something that actually is of worth (SNS), that is emblematic of selfless love and devotion, that is a result of one of the most heart rending, impactful and meaningful love stories ever written in the history of fiction, it just breaks my heart and inflames it with rage at the same time. I just get very emotional. It's cruel to my boys. It's fucking unfair. They don't deserve this. It's fucking disrespectful to them. And when antis just run their mouths without understanding their story or their characterization or what it means to people who do understand them, I feel like ripping them apart. But also, requesting them to be more....human? More emotionally generous? More honest? To search within their own hearts as to what it really means to be that lonely and to finally find love in the other that everyone else denied them, including their own families? Anything that works.

How can they be so cruel to my boys? It's their story at the end of the day. Like what did Kishi even miss? He went to hell and back, he left no stones unturned to tell their story. But fans would just....dismiss it and demean it and disrespect it and call shippers delusional and horny and whatnot...and for what? Hinata and Sakura? Those two, that in almost any other media, would definitely be condemned for their actions and general behaviour, not just towards the boys but others? But because they weren't here, for obvious reasons, they are being venerated as some female role models that they are actually the opposite of?

Mind boggles. It ain't done man. Not if I have a say in it. Not here.

I agree that Sakura feels lonely and bereft. But she still hasn't done anything to change things. Which shows that she doesn't want to, because having Sasuke as a trophy is way more important to her than being loved and respected. Or even liked. She married his status, and she would rather live with the glory that 'achievement' bestows on her than doing anything to actually make herself and her family truly happy.

Both Sakura and Hinata are too self absorbed to notice how unhappy their husbands are with them. And neither one cares. If they really loved them, they would have strived to actually know them, because neither Sasuke nor Naruto are dishonest people. Naruto almost always wears his emotions on his sleeve. Sasuke also lets it show when he is happy and fulfilled. We have seen both of them when they were happy and now, when they are sad and dejected. And we can tell the difference. And if these ladies had bothered to do that, they would have never gotten married to them. But they weren't written to be that way. Not in their characters. From the start. So now we have this mess of a situation and no one is happy. Well, Hinata is. Because she is just way too selfish and oblivious and dumb to understand anything that doesn't directly concern her.

#ask #naruto #sns #sasunaru #narusasu #sasuke #anti nh #anti ss #anti hinata #anti sakura #anti ending #anti boruto

[therubymuse]

Women's History Month 2024

While International Women’s Day has been and gone this week, we are still in the midst of Women’s History Month, which happens to be every March. That’s good for yours truly the slackass, because it means I have had some time to organize my thoughts; to sit with them and really get a feel for what needed to be said. 

It’s also worth noting that it’s been awhile since I could pickup up the metaphorical pen. The last time I shared something I wrote was last summer, a piece about how important it was for me to be a dyke. It was a good piece, but the words have been all jammed up since. Like logs in a river. The only way to get out of a rut like this is just to let my consciousness ramble, and to accept it’s output as just as valid as any authors or people I look up to. And that’s a hard ask some days.

So today, let’s talk about what being a woman means to me. And why it’s a label and a cause I’ll gladly give my life for as necessary. The first thirty years of my womanhood was denied, in equal parts by those around me who said I was an effeminate man who needed to be toughened up, and by myself, having buried those traits so I could fit in with others. It also didn’t help much that I was born with a penis, so the doctor naturally assumed I was a boy. I’ll forgive him, it was 1986. 

I believe I was born a woman, and that I’m biologically female. What we know about science backs up claims of both. Sexual characteristics do not solely present all as male, or all as female, in most of the animal kingdom, so why should we be any different? Many cultures outside of our nightmarish puritanical capitalist hellscape not only recognize genders outside the traditionally masculine and feminine exist, they celebrate our existence. 

And yet, there are those who recoil at my claim to the word, and who claim my existence is erasure. These people virulently insist that me and any of my trans sisters are in fact just delusional men. But here’s the thing. Feminism has long sought to define a woman as more than just a birthing machine. We are strong, capable, smart, creative and wise in ways that extend beyond our recorded history and agreed upon definitions. We have always been here, in all the different ways. The true erasure is demanding women occupy only a box of preconceived notions of what others think we are.  

It’s shocking to me that so-called “feminists” will fall over each other to tightly define who is allowed to call themselves a woman. Trans women have always been subjugated by this behaviour. We were at the forefront of the modern Pride movement over fifty years ago, and yet it took only a handful of years for cisgender feminists to push trans activists out of said movement, and we’ve been barred in varying degrees from doing anything like that since. Now that trans women can be visible enough to ask to be treated better, that’s seen as appropriating women’s rights for ourselves. 

But women’s rights are our rights. Because we are women. 

Cisgender women stand to lose a lot more than they gain through the targeting of trans women with hateful legislation and incendiary speech. Increased scrutiny and policing of appearances in public places will lead to mistakes ranging from the embarrassing to the traumatizing. This is already happening, with gender-nonconforming folks and butch lesbians being harassed in washrooms because they look trans, So are a lot of perfectly cisgender and heterosexual individuals who just don’t happen to dress and act in the prescribed way. 

All of this puts you in just as much danger as it puts me, if bigots think you’re a tans woman too. And it matters to me that you, me, and my trans sisters are all safe, no matter what. 

The label of “woman” means so much to me, because as it turns out, I fit the definition just fine. No matter what shape I contorted myself into, I never neatly fit into my expected gender roles. I was a mousy husband and an effeminate boyfriend. It was visible to everyone except me, and once I started knocking down the closet walls, I felt suddenly like I’d come home. When I said it out loud for the first time, I wept. I was standing in front of my mirror, in my bedroom. It was February 1st and I was getting ready for work. And I had to have a full-on ugly cry over the realization that I had known all this time, but for lack of a matching label, I had been unable to explain it to anyone.

Nobody can take that from me now. It has shaped me as a person, and I’m extremely proud of that person. I have parented my inner child, as we’re making progress on a lot of very deep, very old trauma. I have showered my body in affection and positive language, now that she doesn’t cause me such pain and discomfort via dysphoria. I have learned how to love more fully than I’ve ever known, and more patiently than I ever thought I could. I have allowed myself space to be vulnerable again. And all the while, I’ve been me; a gloriously unhinged disaster lesbian who is growing, changing, and finding a little more of herself every day. 

And, of course,  I’m a woman too. And as I wipe a tear from my cheek finishing this up, I have to admit that hits me just the same as it did all those years ago. 

Photo from Summer 2019.

#women's history month #transgender women #transition

[satsuha]

you are SO RIGHT!! agnene is sooo cute and you’ve really opened my eyes to the extent of how much it works. the parallels you drew between them and temehika also make a lot of sense.

similarly, now that you mention it, i definitely understand what you mean about the crossed path story.. i haven’t played since the game released (i plan on replaying when the anniversary arrives) so i my memory wasn’t the clearest. i’d completely forgotten about yomi ooops.. and you’re right that they really should have touched more on agnea’s past, especially since both she and hikari have lost their mothers. it could have been so sweet to see them exchanging stories about them. i do wish that had happened :(

this is somewhat unrelated but i’m vehemently against the temenos/throné ship because i kind of see them as siblings? (SPOILERS BTW) idk i saw a really good theory about temenos also being one of Mr “So i inpregnated countless women” Guy’s children (was his name claude? i’m blanking suddenly) and while i’m not usually one to go all in on believing fan theories, the theory was so compelling that every time i see them shipped it makes me just a bit uncomfortable lmao. that’s just how my brain works i guess

argh in conclusion there were so many links that could have been drawn between certain characters that the game didn’t want to touch on and it’s such a shame. i get that they didn’t want to make any protags More Prominent than the others and that’s hard to pull off but my imagination definitely runs wild with all the possibilities (i will never see that end-game “why was temenos doing all the heavy lifting” scene the same way after what you did with it hehe)

hehe my agnene agenda... i unfortunately don't have enough hands to draw them as much as i'd like to but yeah they're so cute to me 😭 and yeah i understand! i'm also going through my second playthrough (albeit slowly lol i started in may and am still on it) but i do check videos online pretty often when i want to talk about something so i'm more or less refreshed on the events of the game

and ooogh... that theory... okay well for some context i only came across it when someone told me it was canon that temenos was claude's son and i was so horrified that i'd missed something but it turns out people had just misinterpreted arcanette's line directed at throne o<-< i think the theory is... fine but it doesn't really affect any part of temenos' character for me since the only real thing claude's children have in common is that they were forced into the blacksnakes' bloodbath but temenos wasn't a part of that so... i also think it suits him better that he's just some ordinary guy because his story seems to push the fact that he's in a role he was never destined for (in an "ideal" world, it would've been roi who was the chosen cleric for the story but temenos was forced to take up the mantle)

UHHH but yeah regardless of temenos' parentage i got pretty strong sibling/platonic vibes from his and throne's interactions anyway... i like their dynamic the most amongst the crossed paths pairs because temenos is just constantly telling throne off for her bad behaviour like a child and i find it amusing lol

i'm always stuck between wanting more of a certain kind of interaction (because i think some banters were lacklustre) and being fine with it because it means i can be delusional and just fill in the gaps myself lmao... THAT scene still boggles my mind i can't think of a single reason why temenos would be the one carrying the water JKFGHJKA but temehika going off as a pair regardless of what they are doing will always make me happy.... 🥰

#anonymous #answered #i guess this is also #ship hate #sorry guys i have a lot of opinions

[lunatriense]

"always on eggshells" You're completely delusional. Blake and Yang enjoy being around each other, they're relaxed around each other, they're comfortable around each other. You just desperately want to see a sapphic relationship as abusive and unhealthy because you would rather Blake be with a man who refuses to respect her wishes - or is it the gaslighting emotional abuser you would rather her belong to?

So comfortable that they're worried the other will hate them for disagreeing. Yeah, that's so relaxed, uh huh. Bumbleby is not healthy. Just look at them! Blake has completely lost her passion and drive to help faunus, now she's just this meek thing who constantly worries about upsetting Yang. Yang has lost all her fun-loving, happy ways too, and can't go 5 minutes away from Blake without fear of being abandoned or hated. She can't even take a suggestion of working with other people occasionally without snapping. Those aren't healthy behaviours.

Look dipshit, if you're not even going to read what I'm writing I'm just gonna block you. I already told you my top ships for Blake are wlw. I don't know where the fuck you're getting this idea that I'm super into Blacksun, much less Tauradonna which I've never even mentioned and quite frankly feel was ridiculous to begin with when their ideological conflict, that had been in place since the black trailer, was far more compelling.

For the last time, I'm a bisexual woman with a very strong preference for other women. All of my favourite ships are sapphic, including for Blake and Yang. Sapphic relationships are totally my thing, just not Bumbleby. Despite that, if they're going to be together, that's fine; what's not fine is RT queerbaiting them for years on end. Rather than making baseless attacks on queer women who don't like your ship, why don't you spend your time and energy holding RT accountable for their actual bullshit and demanding better?

#rwde #answers #fndm toxicity #toxic fndm

[alonelyhollowgram]

The Wonderful Ramblings of an Everyday Thinker

I have been reading Wonderful Everyday recently and I just need somewhere to lay down my thoughts and theories of what is going on so far.

Spoilers up until the Kimika ending of chapter 4. I just wanna live in a world where things ended like that for a bit longer before I continue and since I am a bit over halfway it feels like a good point to gather my thoughts.

My current biggest idea or theory of what is going on is that Yuki and Yuuki are fake in some way. (Kagami and Tsukasa too probably, this is long enough already though lol)

Mamiya and those two has always been kinda weird. They seemingly only exist to Mamiya as they didn’t appear in chapter 4, even if Yuuki was hinted to. In fact. Mamiya takes on some of their traits and personalities. There are three sides to Mamiya show in chapter 4. I am not entirely sure where to place him when he gets all culty, but that might be an extension to his “normal self”. The more wide-eyed otaku you see in chapter 1 and the start of chapter 4 when Zakuro first met him. This is also the one I think you (the reader) follow in chapter 3 as the otaku in him seems to still be there. I mostly say this because of Riruru, the magical girl, takes a major role.

Mamiya is… pretty delusional. That is fairly clear early on, especially in the scene with Zakuro in chapter 3 where you get the choice to distance yourself from the delusion or to embrace it. Even if you distance yourself from it, he is still delusion, but not nearly as much as he could be. When you play as Zakuro you can kinda see how this actually played out… Probably. I use her as time as the narrator to be more reliable than Mamiya was. The desk scene is the biggest example of this (that desk is a victim) from the top route in chapter 3 where the reader knows Zakuro is dead, but Mamiya still… goes to town with the desk he imagines as Zakuro. Not to mention Riruru, the anime magical girl that talks to him. He draw her on the wall and she came alive to him. Something that can’t happen in real life! Magical girls don’t exist, sorry to break the news to you.

This separation of route a and b in chapter 3 is important this. Yuuki makes his introduction in chapter 3 early on to Mamiya. A scrawny yet strong and dangerous boy that bullies Mamiya. After Mamiya beats him with his godpowers or whatever he disappears for the rest of the chapter in route a, but he has a rematch in route b with him. Yuki also appears at the end of route b as she did in chapter 2, but is weirdly absent in route a. Other than the time she meets with him next to the pool and Mamiya reads her mind.

Now, why does the Yukis appear in route b and not a? Narratively it would make sense after all. I think it is because Mamiya leans more into delusion in route b than he does a. This makes sense if we see the Yukis as fake and them showing up again when he is more delusional. You can see the extra delusion from route b from the added h-scenes with Zakuro, Riruru and Ayana. The one with Kimika I am willing to believe happened with the info I have now (though I’d prefer if it didn’t lol). Kimika did say she fell in love with him in route a after all. The Riruru one is fake cause, again, magical girls aren’t real and she appeared from a drawing on the wall. The war between the black and white Riruru’s aren’t real either. Ayana’s was clearly fake, she mentions it and contradicts what happens in it afterwards.

I can’t give every weird thing happening to Mamiya’s delusions. Everyone in the cult was drugged out of their minds too. Which definitely doesn’t help.

Mamiya’s weird behaviour in chapter 4 could be explained with the Yukis being different personalities he has. The charming, intellectual one who smokes is Yuki and the violent more anti-social one is Yuuki. The otaku is him. Mamiya has three different sets of sprites to illustrate this point. One turned to the right, one to the middle and one to the left.

Some things that support this theory is the similar traits as I mentioned, but also things such as Zakuro going on the same date with Mamiya as she did Yuki in chapter 1, skipping class to then read literature books on the roof and such. Weird to not see Yuki who was basically established with these traits there.

For Yuuki there is the encounter with the bullies at the park in chapter 4a where the bullies are scared of him even though we knew they bullied him from chapter 3. Mamiya then beats them up. This sounds similar to how Yuuki was introduced. As someone these bullies are scared of because they beat them up.

We can even see the time Yuuki beat them up. After Mamiya got sexually assaulted. We know that event happened because Mamiya mentions stealing Zakuro’s clothes when Zakuro and Kimika run into him. And the clothing theft was something that basically “started” the assault so Mamiya has good reason to really remember it. What we see in chapter 3 is Yuuki beating them up, but with this theory Mamiya did. Well his body at least. His mind might not have been all there. Yuuki slinging slurs might just have been Mamiya’s rebel side’s thoughts about it. When Hasaki comes up to Kimika and Zakuro on the roof she mentions something about “Tomo-niisan”. Zakuro does not recognize this, but we know that Yuuki’s last name is Tomosane. What a coincidence, huh? It’s not!

The number 3 comes up multiple times. Christian imagery and talks appear and what is an important thing in Christianity with the number 3? The trinity! The Son, the Father and the Holy Spirit. Mamiya also talks about Norse mythology for whatever reason in chapter 3. He brings up Angerboda’s children. Fenrir, Hel and Jörmungand. Three children. The story of Cyrano de Bergerac is also mentioned and quoted a lot. While not as obviously connected to the number three as the rest, you can still find it easily. Cyrano and Christan are in love with the woman Roxanne. Cyrano is smart, but ugly and Christan stupid, but handsome. Together they combine their forces and send Christian with the words Cyrano has written to her, whom she falls in love with. Cyrano and Christan make a new person basically, fit for Roxanne. And this person is the number 3 in this.  

For Subahibi, Yuki, Yuuki and Mamiya are these three. Ayana mentions there being three versions of Mamiya in the end of 4a. It might be a DID thing or something. I am no mental health expert. It would also explain why Mamiya can read Yuki’s mind. It’s his mind. Yuki getting a headache around him might be because they were never meant to meet or something. The sound you hear when Yuki met Mamiya is like the “delusion jingle” lol.

#subahibi #subarashiki hibi #wonderful everyday #ramblings #mine

[kquil]

Hello!! Can I have a 🧁? Thnx!

Soo I haven't done this in a while, lol..

I'm shortish at 163cm, curvy and have long auburn curls and amber eyes. You could say I'm a bit cute, but I'm very insecure about my weight, so yeah. Gods this sounds a bit like My Immortal. Moving on.

I'm an extroverted introvert? Like I prefer being alone, but can enjoy good company every once in a while, and sometimes you'd think I like the sound of my own voice a bit too much? I'm all about knowledge and loveeee socio-economic politics etc. I'm a bit stuck up like that I suppose, kinda snobbish tbh. What can I say, I like good quality stuff, like not cheap and think and awfully stitched synthetic fabrics, it doesn't have to be bloody 100% hand spun and made alpaca wool, but cmon, yk? I grew up with a very strict the-curtains-are-never-just-blue kind of mother (french and flute and ballet, and learning the savoir-vivre front-to-back, the whole she-bang, you know the drill). I'm like her more than I'd like to admit, in more ways than one.

I'm a very autonomous person, and hatehatehate depending on others even for the simplest things. I have a lot of patience usually, but improper behaviour and lack of manners will get a rise out of em pretty quickly. I'm a cat person too.

When it comes to PDA, not a fan. I'm shy when it comes to intimacy, but also think it kinda improper.

Love books, hate how most ppl teach stuff- you could call me an independent researcher at soul, but have quite a bit of biases. (Eg, with barely knowing anything about evolutionary psychology, I essentially called it a useless waste to my mentor the other day. I think my exact words were "it seems a bit far fetched to be truthful")

Yea, did I mention I use a lot of brittishisms? I'm not even a brit, English is my second language, idk what the deal is with that.

Also I'm a slytherin, if that wasn't obvious so far. When i first took a test and it said so, I retook it feeding it the proper answers to make me a raven, because, and I quote, "being ambitious is just being smart about how you wanna live your life". Yeah. Still stand by that statement, just have rejected the hp canon and jkr as a whole in the meantime (her horrid ideas too).

I drink my tea an dmy coffee strong and with no sugar nor milk. I love books, and bodies of water (esp the sea!!!), and thunderstorms and greenery. Also ostentatious rose gardens and glass and wrought iron greenhouses and glass domes on indoor gardens etc. Yes, I have my dream mansion sketched out for when I'm rich ever since I was 9ish. I'll just say I need to be filthy rich because it includes a private groove AND lake. I think the word you're searching for by now is "delusional"

I'm a stereotypical Slytherin I think. Even my all-time fave music genre is a tie between classical and jazz (though I do love rock and punk too)

This is getting too long, so I hope it's enough! Thanks in advance!!!

PS I have two names, the first of which is horrid, but means Sapphire One, and I go by my second, Alexandra. Much too ostentatious to have both of these, I know, but I quite like "Alexandra".

wow! truly a slytherin through and through haha! thank you so much for requesting darling, im sorry it took so long for me to deliver on and i don't know if this is up to your standards but i did my best!

I ship you with sirius black 

i. in actuality, you two started off as enemies and eventually became lovers, growing up together since young from very prominent slytherin families only to be sorted in rival houses instead. it didn’t take until 6th year for the two of you to blossom a romance with each other, it was after reaching an understanding of each other’s personal difficulties growing up that the two of you grew close, slowly growing closer until you made it official. sirius became the person to balance you out and him, you. you both learned to be better people through each other. 

ii. sirius loved how independent you were but also loved getting a rise out of you by being annoying, he loved getting your attention through that, knowing that you loved him too much to really sink your teeth into him, unlike the unlucky people he’s seen get a tongue lashing from you — he is not envious of them. he likes knowing that he can get away with things around you whereas other couldn’t, it made him feel special and, although you knew what he was up to, you always indulged him anyway. one thing you loved about him was that he made you feel so confident and loved, to the point where the insecurities you had of your body and appearance just disappeared because he loved everything about you, every good point, every star quality, every flaw…he loved those about you the best. 

iii. he’s the one who slowly eases you into soft PDA, he knows you aren’t going to be the type to make out in front of people or sit in his lap blatantly when in a group setting but he wants to always be holding your hand or have his hand on your waist or play with your beautiful auburn hair. he loves whispering his admiration for you into your ear when you least expect it as well, some times he’d speak it in french just to add that additional touch of romance to it. 

iv. he understands your love for ostentatious things, the two of you are common in that regard. and, being someone who took pride in everything he did, he was sure to shower you in all the opulence you were willing to receive. at some point in your relationship, he had acquired the perfect balance of gift giving to keep things special between you two without it being too in-the-face of others. he would take you on these really grand dates, get-aways, if you will, where the two of you indulge in all your favourite things as well as his, sharing and making memories together. He wants you to always be surrounded by beauty, because that’s what you deserve and you appreciate him so much for it. 

v. he knows how to make you your tea and coffee and you know how to make his, he knows what books you like to read and the music you enjoy and you know the same for him — the two of you are equal in that you share your interests and act on them for each other. in the beginning, you felt as though your ideal life one day were just delusions but he promises and made those delusions a reality for you. he loved that you knew exactly what you wanted and he delivered on every wish as best he could because he would do anything for his princess

1K MILESTONE EVENT : CLOSED | NAVI.

#☀︎ : 1k milestone #☀︎ : 1k #🧁 : cupcake 1k #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black imagine