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love-belle · 2 months

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every dead end street led you straight to me !!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ in which no one knows how they're both each other's daylight.

for when you find the one you were meant to find all along. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

social media au // f1 drivers x platonic!driver!fem!reader // milo manheim x fem!reader

warnings - language

author's note - i am SO sorry for leaving u all but i had my finals going on and now i am DONE with school i just have my college entrance exams left and then im free free FREEEEEE !!!! i love u all sm thank you <333 i hope u like this !!

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writingouthere · 3 months

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singledad!sukuna x neighbor!reader; the promised prequel, you and Sukuna gaslighting each other into a relationship. You don't need to have read the first story to get this one but it's here! Yuuji is Sukuna's little brother but Sukuna has raised him since birth and Yuuji calls him dad.

cw: the vibes are bad but mutual so? like Sukuna is lying, scheming his way into being your husband but you are also lying, scheming to be his wife

Phase 1: Gaslight

Sukuna walked to the top of the landing feeling pretty fucking incredible. Today, he'd managed to beat the shit out of some crusty, old fucks who thought they could get some of their old territory back from him and Uraume. As a bonus, he'd managed to embarrass that nosy cop Yaga who was always bothering them.

Nothing like important evidence in a upcoming case mysteriously vanishing to get you some side-eye from the city. Sukuna thought that was what they deserved for using a closed circuit security cam system they'd probably bought in the 90's.

To add to this amazing day, he was about to get to eat dinner with his little brother and his gorgeous neighbor who was watching him.

His phone buzzed and Sukuna looked down to see a text from Uraume.

Where are you?

Another message followed shortly after.

Did you already go home? Is this about your neighbor? It's getting sad.

Sukuna chose to ignore his only friend and head for his apartment, which was conveniently across yours. Well at least it had proved convenient for him.

You had moved in a few months ago and Sukuna had been instantly smitten. As soon as you had introduced yourself to Sukuna, he knew it was over. He wanted you to look at him all the time, although he supposed he could let you give Yuuji some of your attention.

You had looked at his tattoos, his piercings, his dyed hair with some obvious interest, but then talked to him like he was a normal person. Maybe it was the effect of a clinging Yuuji calling him 'daddy', but you seemed to find him nonthreatening to an almost offensive degree. He found he didn't mind it.

He had offered you any help you might need, just from one neighbor to another and you had thanked him with all of your good manners on display.

You had taken him up on his offer of help when your radiator had stopped working a few weeks after you moved in. The super in your building was notoriously shitty and as such, had not been answering any of your calls or texts. Sukuna had fixed it while you and Yuuji drew some pictures and listened to some overly peppy pop music. When Sukuna had finished, you had insisted the two of them stay for dinner as payment and Sukuna couldn't help but accept.

You didn't need to know the radiator was broken in the first place because he had picked your lock and fucked up the valve the night before. You were clearly just as eager to get to know him as he was you, you just needed a little push and he was happy provide it.

Later, when telling you a story while you cooked, he knew he hadn't mistaken the pleased look in your eyes when he mentioned he was a single parent. He didn't let on that he noticed though and he continued telling you a story about Yuuji and Megumi's nearly successful attempt to kidnap a very confused hound from the dog park.

The boy had protested at his correct version of events. "His owner was mean!"

"Yuuji, he was a thousand and so was the mutt. He probably thought Megumi was the grim reaper finally there to take him home."

Yuuji had kept arguing while you laughed and laughed. Sukuna was quickly addicted to the sound.

Dinner had been delicious and the three of you spent the whole evening together. Sukuna couldn't help but think that it felt right.

Maybe he was growing soft in his old age, but he didn't hate the idea of coming home to this every night. After a stressful day of blood, gore and various shenanigans, it would be nice to come back to a kind face and a warm home. It helped that Yuuji, the brat, spent the whole night smiling so hard it looked almost painful.

After he put Yuuji to bed that night, Sukuna made a decision that he would be coming home every night to that. He just needed to get you on board.

He'd tried asking you out the normal way, but you had been hesitant. You had spouted some bullshit about a bad ex, needing to focus on your career, blah, blah. In your defense, you did look genuinely remorseful about turning him down, and Sukuna recognized in you a strong sense of self preservation and wariness that he understood. Sukuna told that it wasn't a problem. And it wasn't.

He just had to change tactics.

The idea had come to him a few weeks after you turned him down. You hadn't rejected him because you weren't interested, he knew that. Sukuna had seen the way you smiled at him, the hungry stare when his shirt would get caught when he took off a sweatshirt. You had clearly been hurt by people who hadn't deserved you and you were justifiably nervous. He needed to show you that he was here to take care of you.

God, he would be so good to you, you just didn't see it yet. By the time you realized what was going on, you would be so happy that you wouldn't mind the steps that you you there. He wasn't going to give you any other option.

This all led to him to the next part of his plan. Even though he had Yuuji in the most expensive daycare laundered money could buy, he had decided to tell you that there was a sudden issue with the center. He had kept it vague and you hadn't pressed him for details. The fact those details led to Yuuji needing childcare when you happened to not be at work, well that was just good fortune.

Like the good girl you were, you immediately agreed to watch Yuuji when he had called telling you the fake problem with the daycare. When it had happened again the next week, this time a work emergency he couldn't get out of, you agreed to help again. And then again and again and again until you were watching Yuuji at least two or three nights a week.

Now, some people may have a problem weaponizing their four-year old to get a woman to date them. Sukuna did not have this hang up. Afternoons watching Yuuji quickly turned into dinners with the three of you, and every day just brought you closer and closer to finally being together.

Sukuna had even worked up to some light touching. Just a quick brushing of his hand on your shoulder when thanking you, moving you aside by your hips when the two of you were in the kitchen. At first, you'd seemed a little unsure but now you had even begun returning his affection. You were quick to squeeze his hand or lean against him on the couch during your little family move nights.

Thinking about what he could get away with tonight, Sukuna knocks twice on his door before using his key to unlock it. Upon entering, he's immediately tackled by a mini-linebacker.

"Daddy!"

Used to the boy's antics, Sukuna caught him and closes the door with his hip before walking over to where you were stirring something on the stove.

"Hey kid, how was your day?" Sukuna asks Yuuji as you shoot them both a fond smile.

"It was amazing! Megumi's mom brought one of their dogs to daycare today and he was so fluffy...."

Yuuji goes on and on about his day while making sure to slip in how they should definitely get a dog every couple of sentences. Aside from how the idea of a creature existing only be to owned and loved at will by it's owners disgusting Sukuna, he also still keenly remembers the time Yuuji found a dead earthworm outside and cried for an hour. Being responsible for a living, shitting thing that would eventually die was probably still too much for him.

You find Yuuji's ramblings charming and even though you hadn't arrived at pick up early enough to see Megumi's mommy with the dog, you agree with Yuuji that he must have been a very fluffy boy indeed.

"Sounds like you had a good day," he says before looking over at you. "Thanks again for stepping in to watch the brat, I really appreciate it."

While Yuuji protests his less than affectionate nickname, you distract him by pinching his cheek. "No worries, Yuuji and I had a lot of fun. Right, Yuuji?"

"Yeah!"

Insult forgotten, Yuuji leans against Sukuna's shoulder while you put the finishing touches on dinner.

You're keeping Sukuna company while he does the dishes later when you bring something up that almost trips him up.

"You know, I talked to the daycare worker today and she was wondering why you weren't picking up Yuuji as much. She said you'd never missed a day before a few months ago."

You say it innocently, but there is a question implied there. What has changed?

He keeps it casual as he dries a plate with his newly aquired sunflower hand towel. "Yeah, it sucks not being able to get the kid every day, but work has really been on my case lately."

This wasn't true. Work was work, and even in the past he'd always prioritized time with Yuuji over getting extra jobs done. Now, he thought of the time he was gone as investing in Yuuji's future by making sure you would be a part of it. The extra cash he was bringing in would probably end up in Yuuji's college fund or as a down payment on a house for your soon to be growing family anyway.

Sukuna was actually quite thoughtful when you got down to it.

You take his words at face value. The two of you are chatting about some play the daycare would be putting on, where Yuuji would be starring as a particularly cheerful acorn, when his phone rang. Sukuna would normally ignore it, but the ringtone was one he had set specifically for Kenjaku and that fuck was not to be left unattended.

"Give me just a sec," he tells you before heading into another room.

"What the fuck do you want?" he asks, already bored with the conversation and impatient to get back to you and Yuuji.

It's some nonsense about a late shipment and incompetent people who are not Sukuna, and he gets more pissed as the minutes keep ticking. Finally, he tells the creep what he's going to him if he doesn't figure the mess out himself. It starts with some mild dismemberment and ends with an unspeakable act with his open skull once Sukuna rips out the stitches he'd recently gotten under mysterious circumstances.

He hangs up and goes out into the living room where you and Yuuji are watching tv. You're picking at your nail beds, something he's only seen you do when you're upset, but you give him a smile as he comes to sit down next to you.

He tells himself that he's being paranoid. The tv is loud and you're too good a girl to eavesdrop.

You leave not too long after the call and as you go to the door, you hesitate.

"Something on your mind," he asks wondering if maybe you heard something after all.

You shake your head and smile at him again. "No, it's nothing. I'm just so tired from work, honestly."

You turn to leave and he gently grabs your arm and pulls you closer. You look too taken aback for him to try and kiss you now, so he just presses his lips against your temple, taking in the smell of your hair and the warmth you give him.

"Good night, princess."

You give him a shaky good night in return and he watches you go into your apartment before he shuts the door. He can't keep the smug grin off his face, everything was going according to plan.

Phase 2: Gatekeep

You weren't going to stop anywhere on your way home from daycare but Yuuji really wants to go to the park and you just couldn't say no to his cute face. Sukuna said he would be home late anyway, since he was stuck at the office. Again.

You still didn't know what 'office' Sukuna worked at exactly ,but the hours seemed pretty wild. This was the fourth time in the past two weeks he'd called you, contrite in a way that didn't seem natural to him, asking if you could pick up Yuuji from daycare. You didn't mind helping him, in fact you loved hanging out with the four year-old. It definitely beat going back to your quiet apartment every night.

But still, it seemed weird for someone as in control as Sukuna to not have a better handle on his childcare. He's presumably had this job a while, and Yuuji hadn't been born yesterday. Considering you'd once watched an entire elevator of people in your building get out when they saw Sukuna get on, you doubted he could count on his other neighbors for last minute childcare.

There also that weird phone call you'd overheard that night at his place.

"Look, it's Megumi!"

You look to see where Yuuji is waving with his free hand while his other one is dragging you with inhuman strength towards a small boy with black hair and a very cultivated resting bitch face.

"Hi Megumi, it's nice to meet you. Are you Yuuji's friend?" The little boy nods and looks you up and down as you finish introducing yourself.

"Yuuji's talked about you." The boy looks like he's about to say more but Yuuji laughs and starts pulling him away towards the swings with calls for you to watch and see how high you can go.

Watching the two boys run around, you almost forget how cold you are and how confusing the past few weeks, few months really, have been.

"Ah, so you're the neighbor."

You turn and see a beautiful man walking up to you. His hair is long, styled in a half up-half down style that would make you look like you belonged to a weird religious cult, but on him looks fashionable. His coat is plain black, but you recognize the logo and are in awe that someone so wealthy would just bring their kid to a random public park.

You really don't get rich people.

"Um, who are you?"

The man laughs but it isn't a nice sound, it's a pretty sound, everything about this man is pretty, but his laugh isn't giving "laughing with you" vibes.

"I'm Suguru, Megumi's parent. I'm sure you'll meet my other half soon enough," he says with a fondness that makes you smile.

"Is your wife still at work?"

"Husband," he corrects kindly, as he sips from one of those expensive water bottles you're always seeing online. "And I suppose, I mean he's at work in the same way that Ryoumen is at work."

You feel that unpleasant feeling well up in you again, the one that told you the valve on the radiator had been there and been fine when you went to sleep that night. "Sorry, do they work at the same company or something?" You laugh but it's forced and the look in his eyes sharpens.

"Company?"

You're irritated now and with a look to confirm the boys are still preoccupied with each other you turn to this infuriating stranger with all the uncertainty and anxiety that has been building in you since Sukuna kissed your temple when you left the other night.

"Alright, what the fuck is going on? I don't know you or your husband or even Sukuna lately but it's obvious you're mixed up with some shady shit-"

"You're right, you really don't know anything." The words are said with the same kind tone from earlier, but there's something nasty underlying them.

"Let me help you out," Suguru says and his height helps him look down on you literally as he does so with his words. "Ryoumen is not your friend and all of these little situations you're finding yourself in, he's making them up. Normally, I wouldn't mind. However, Satoru and I made a bet on when you'd figure it out, or run for the hills. If this goes on much longer, Satoru is going to win and believe me, he'll be insufferable if that happens."

"How kind of you," you tell him and he just smiles in a practiced fashion. "So what is it exactly that I need to know? I already knew that Sukuna liked me."

"Like is an interesting word," Suguru says.

"What word would you use?"

Suguru thinks about it for a minute and takes another sip of his water. "Obsessed, possessive, irrational."

"I see why I would run for the hills," you say dryly and he laughs, actually amused this time.

"Maybe, it depends on what you're looking for."

You were curious despite yourself. "What do you mean?"

"I'll deny it if you ever tell either of them, but your Ryoumen and my Satoru have a lot in common. They're strong and self absorbed in a way that most people rightfully find off putting. They don't think other people are as substantial as they are, which they may be right about." You listen as he continues, unsure where this is going. "This means they don't have many weaknesses, but the weaknesses they do have are crippling."

"What weaknesses are those?" you ask but you have an idea, watching the two boys continue to chase each other around the swings.

"They don't care about many people, but the people they do carry about, they'll burn the world for. Satoru did the same bullshit with me that Ryoumen is pulling with you. Just pushing himself into my life little by little and rearranging everything until he was right at the center of it."

"What did you do when you found out?" You wonder how that had led to a marriage, and wonder if this was some basement wife shit. Suguru gives you an amused look like he can read your thoughts.

"He's not a....subtle creature, I knew almost right away."

You still feel lost. "Why didn't you confront him, tell him you knew what was happening?"

"He doesn't need to know everything, he has plenty on his mind as it is. Some information is better kept just for me."

In fairness, it is hard for you to see the man in front of you being manipulated into anything, but you still push. "It just sounds like you're excusing his behavior."

"I let Satoru have me, because I wanted what he was offering. He wanted a partner, someone to raise Megumi with after he killed his old man," you really felt like this required more explanation but Suguru kept going like he was talking about the weather. "He was my best friend and I loved him, I didn't mind if he wanted to make me his little housewife. I was tired of dealing with all that shit, anyway."

"So what? It's okay that he manipulated you into marriage, because you love him? That seems fucked up to me."

"Maybe, but I don't mind. You may not understand this, but I came from the middle of nowhere before I met Satoru. I was poor, I had nothing going for me except I was smart and was willing to do whatever work I could get, and I also happened to be the only out gay person I had ever met." You winced in sympathy and he sighed before shaking out his long, glossy hair.

"Besides, you're missing the point. You can either hold on to your false illusion of independence and move through life at the will of people and institutions bigger and more powerful than you," he says and gives you a pointed look. "Or you can choose to put your life in the hands of someone who can stand up to those institutions and people in your name."

"It just seems like picking your poison to me," but you can see what he means in spite of yourself. Years of shitty exes, jobs that exploited your labor, a life that had been harder than you wanted and at the end of the day an apartment empty of anyone to go back to. What did you really want here?

"Well I love Satoru, I know he loves me and Megumi, and that there is nothing and no one that he wouldn't face in order to protect us. What else could I want?"

Before you can answer his question, the same one you had asked yourself. Megumi calls out he's hungry and Suguru tells him they are going home. Both boys start to run over to the two of you.

"Just think about it. Soon it won't be your choice at all."

"Why are you really telling me this?" you can't help but ask and he looks at you.

"Because I think it should be your choice. They may be gods among men, but that doesn't mean they have to rule us." He gives one last calculated smile that sends shivers down your spine. "Having the ear of a god gives you a lot more than just a pretty ring, if you use it right."

Suguru and Megumi wave when they leave and Yuuji grabs your hand as the two of you make your way back home.

"Megumi's mom is so nice!"

"Yeah," you say a little distracted. But with every step towards your apartment, you become more sure of what you want and that gives you a sense of calm you'd been missing since Sukuna came carving his own path into your life. "He was lovely."

Phase 3: Girlboss

Sukuna looked at the ceiling of your apartment, which was just raining down water, and then looked at you.

"You said you woke up and it was just like this?"

He tried not to sound incredulous but damn, you must sleep like the dead. It was like the a fucking typhoon in here.

Your eyes teared up a little and you tugged at the baggy t-shirt you were wearing, which just brought his attention to how it barely reached your thighs and were you even wearing panties-

"I just don't know what to do Sukuna, do you think there's something wrong with the pipes?"

Sukuna tried his best to make eye contact with you and maybe if he'd been paying better attention, he would have seen your eyes were shining with victory, not tears, but alas he was only a man.

"Yeah, it looks like a pipe burst upstairs. That apartment has been empty forever, useless super must have not done anything to make sure it was good for winter."

You nodded and then let out a big sigh that managed to nearly drown out the water. "What if I can't stay in the apartment? Where am I going to live?"

Sukuna shook his head and wiped away a tear on your cheek. "Let me go check it out upstairs before you freak out, okay?" He took his key out and handed it to you. "Just go wait in my apartment okay, I'll let you know what I find."

You nod and Sukuna leans in and presses a kiss to your forehead before heading upstairs to the vacant apartment. The door is unlocked, Sukuna assumed to make it easier for prospective tenants to check it out.

As soon as Sukuna gets to the bathroom he sees the problem. A pipe is leaking. It seemed careless for the super to let it get to this point, but it wouldn't be hard to fix. In fact, Sukuna doesn't even have to go back to his apartment for any tools. A toolkit is stashed under the sink, next to where the pipe is leaking. Sukuna grabs a wrench and it doesn't take more than a minute to tighten the pipe up.

"Weird," Sukuna says but whatever. Not his job to critique shitty workmanship in a building he doesn't own at 3 in the morning. As Sukuna puts the wrench back, he notices the kit looks a lot like the little starter kit you have in your own apartment.

The super should really have better materials.

Sukuna returns back to his apartment to see you pacing across his living room and you just look so lost that he can't help but pull you into his arms. "It's fine, I fixed it. We'll just dry out your apartment and I can call someone to come look at it in the morning."

"What if it's not fixable? What if I have to move out-"

"You're leaving!"

Sukuna looks over your head to see Yuuji standing there, the little boy probably woken up by all the movement this late at night.

"No, no one's leaving Yuuji," he said but Yuuji's eyes still filled with tears anyway and you seemed stressed as well.

"I don't know, I might have to if there's any permanent damage."

Yuuji is actually crying now and you seem on the brink too, so Sukuna holds out his arms and you both crowd in, your face now hidden in his t-shirt.

"Even if something is wrong, you'll always have a place with us. It's all going to be fine." He held both of his precious people to him, unaware that he wasn't the only one smiling. "Don't worry."

Yeah, you weren't worried.

But, maybe Sukuna should be.

this took a weirdly long time, it maybe was meant to be broken up more, but hope everyone enjoys. next up is the closing arc of my singlemom! series.

the Suguru scene was the hardest thing I've written for this page and it got way more serious than I thought it would but it was the first scene I thought of for this story.

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lady-ashfade · 3 months

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Blood And Pressure

Part one

Yandere!Pjo x Fem!Grisha!reader. (Platonic Yandere gods) (romantic!various characters)

-♡ Chapters: Previous // Next

-♡ characters: Percy Jackson, Luke Castellan, Clarisse La Rue, Grover Underwood, Annabeth Chase.

-♡ this is a shadow & bone slight crossover. Reader is a heartrender and that’s all really (maybe more in the future!)

-♡ Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of the book characters. So 17-19 characters for these, you can choose any of them really. Just that they are older teens.

-♡ warnings: short, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting, platonic yandere too, blood powers, powerful powers but not godly, and future warnings when more chapters come out.

No one knew the power you held when you entered camp. You stayed in The Big House at camp with Mr.D and many of the campers knew nothing but a few things when you walked by. You were a person of few words but spoke in glances, or at least to them you were.

You spent your days talking to Mr. D and Chiron since they didn’t like you to leave the house or their side.

“It’s just too dangerous to be around the little kids,” Chiron talks ever so soft to you.

“I mean, I don’t care if you hurt them or not but they know nothing of you— we barely know anything of your kind. So you stay with us.” He was a bit harsher when it came to you but he was also fun to be around.

No one noticed when you’d glance into a room while a patient was sick and in bed. And no one knew you visited Percy too.

You heard whispers when he arrived and wanted to check him out for yourself. His heart was beating fine and healthy but a little to high for your liking. He was having a nightmare and you could calm him down.

When you placed your hands together and calmed his heart, then his eyes open just a bit. He remembers seeing annabeth but you were new. You wore dark red and silver clothes making him wonder about you, you almost looked like royalty to him…and your beautiful.

“Sleep percy,” As soon as you spoke he was out like a light as you controlled his body and decreased the anxiety he felt. You wanted to stay there and help him but you knew you could get caught at anytime so you left. He wasn’t the only one you helped, and he wouldn’t be the last.

Another day you found yourself playing cards with Mr. D, he got too angry at you beating him that he took a break. He rests his eyes while you read a book, a very old and run down book but you refused to let it go. And that’s when the boy you helped walked in with confusion on his faces.

It was your favorite part to see someone new get welcomed.

Percy seemed to not notice you at first when his announce stayed on the god you knew, obviously he wasn’t aware of who he was talking to…and when he did he didn’t seem to care either. After a few minutes of them talking, he finally noticed you as you flip the page of your book.

“What are you looking at her for?” Mr. D tried to pull his attention away from you but he just kept staring.

“You…you were in my room that night.”

You shake your head and sit back under the gods suspicious glare. “No, no. Must have me mistaken.”

“I recognize that pin on your jacket, it was definitely you.”

“Okay kid, that’s enough now got get me that wine.” He snaps his fingers and Percy finally turns his gaze. Thankfully Chiron got there in time before Percy fell for his trick.

Percy was getting to explore the camp, train and fight and win glory. You hated how tight your at stomach got in jealousy of him. You’ve been here for two years and yet you haven’t stepped off the porch of the big house.

You stood up from your chair causing them all to turn to you. You slammed your hands on the table and started to demand that you would be going with them. You’ve had enough.

“I wanna see things too. Just for once let me see the camp, it’s cruel to keep me here.”

“You know the rules, you stay here!” Mr. D was always the one to fight with you when you threw your fits.

“Your rules suck! Let me go on the tour!” Your voice was so loud percy thought that the whole camp could hear you. Your final hope was to look at Chiron with begging eyes since he was so easy to guilt.

And like every time. He caves.

“Maybe we should. They have shown no signs of hurting anyone and it would be good to get a bit of fresh air, stretch their legs.” He tried to reason with him. You begged and prayed in your mind for it to work.

“Fine— whatever. But if anyone so mush as touc-” he was cut off by you squealing and hugging him. He was caught of guard since you’ve never do that before. He felt pride, the other gods wanted you to come to Olympus or the underworld but he got you. No one could take the smirk on his face.

Percy was happy to see you smile. It caused his mood to lighten greatly and he didn’t really know why but you seemed so familiar to him. Like he’d do anything to keep you smiling, to hold your hand…

“Come along, we have a lot to explore.” You both trail behind the centaur to take on the new adventure. Maybe this was fate.

You didn’t know it but many eyes would begin to follow you everywhere.

Next chapter

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ambassadorarlert · 6 months

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toxic!armin head canons

author’s note: this fr has been a long time coming. it took a while to gather my thoughts lmao. he can’t be sweet all the time, right??😭

warning: modern au. toxic characteristics — obsession, jealousy, possessiveness. gaslighting.

18+ ONLY MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

we're not gonna look away from armin's whole underlying character trait of being a known manipulator. he is going to gaslight you.

armin starts his mind games as a last resort. when he's desperate to have his way. when he's being back into a corner, and you're holding your ground in an argument or disagreement. when you're winning and he's losing. he'll play into his unfortunate-baby face-sweet-boy persona and say, "i'm only telling you/doing this because i love you!" armin slaps, "I don't know what you want me to do." at the end of most arguments because he knows it will make you quit arguing out of pure frustration.

we can all agree armin goes through your phone

he immediately clicks on iMessage to see who you’ve been texting. snoops through everything. pictures, contacts, notes. all of it. armin goes all up in your private dm’s, discord, looks through your snapchats. who you’ve been sending tiktoks to. he’s so extra, he even scrolls on your social media timelines. your dash. your fyp. just to see what you’re always looking and giggling at bc who is making you laugh if it’s not him ? arminknows he won’t find anything and that you would never do anything behind his back. but he looks anyway and holds his breath just in case. and, if he does find something he doesn’t like, he will confront you about it and not even address the bigger question

major attachment issues. in bold, italics and regular size font.

the root cause being his parents died when he was really young and was only raised by his grandpa who worked all the time. /: armin definitely has mommy issues. he's very anxious to pleasure you and do everything you want him to bc a.) he's hopelessly devoted to you b.) for some reason he think it'll make you love him more. armin will get really attached to you after the first date, and everything in your relationship moves quickly. he says i love you first. 3 months into the relationship you’re moving in together. engaged after 1 year, married 6 months later. he’s sensitive and in tune with everything you’re doing and feeling and saying. the slightest change in your voice, oh you must be mad at him. when you're literally just tired and have 0 energy, he must be annoying you. armin needs regular reassurance and validation. he will straight up ask “do you still love me?” at least once a day.

armin gets jealous so. so easily.

armin thinks he's not good enough for you and that you deserve someone who can do the things he can't, while simultaneously not being able to bear the thought of you being with another man. he views other guys as a threat and is off-putting on purpose. he goes through your followers and interactions daily and reports guys who leave compliments and thirsts. he gives guys dirty looks when he see's them obviously looking at you. will ask trap questions like "would you still be with me if you could start your life over?" armin is well liked among your girlfriends but makes no effort with your guy friends, and has succeeded in distancing you from a few of them. he disguises ultimatums as open communication. armin's jealousy is a delicate spectrum.

he's very possessive of you.

you're his everything and he wants everyone to know that. you're so gorgeous, he's not gonna hide you away. armin recognizes that you're your own person, and you can show off however you'd like. as long as he's somewhere in the background. he encourages that you tag him in all your posts. he fights for his life trying to convince you to let him come with you while you go out with your friends and he wins most of the time. but when he has to stay home, he stays up and waits for you, he double/triple texts and asks when you'll be home even though you made a point to give him a timeframe. and don't even be 5 minutes late because armin already has seventy-five questions lined up. if he's feeling extra silly, he'll start a fight over text. 🤪

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Two's Company - What The Hell Is Six?

Poly!Lost Boys x GN Reader x Michael

Series Masterlist

Summary: Reader is dating Michael Emerson and they're fed up with his uncharacteristic behavior towards his family and them since moving to Santa Carla. They decided to finally confront Michael on the boardwalk with an audience of 4 in attendance.

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: angst, heated argument (?) more so the reader just yelling, maybe a little gaslighting if you look hard, cursing

Hi! This is my first fic so any notes or critiques on how I can improve my writing or any notes at all are greatly appreciated. Hope you enjoy! This may or may not turn into a multi-part fic. I have a bigger idea for it but we'll see if i have it in me to do it lol. Also, let me know if I missed any warnings and i'll be sure to add them.

Dividers: @saradika & @firefly-graphics

Michael Fucking Emerson...

The man I love more than anything has become someone I don't even want to know.

After moving to Santa Carla from Phoenix he changed so drastically I still can't seem to wrap my head around it. We've been together for a few years now and I became so close to his mom and brother that it felt natural to accept when he offered for me to come with them and stay for the summer once the time came for the move.

After his first few nights on the boardwalk is when I noticed the shift. He went off on his own as I was hanging with Sam or Lucy and wouldn't come home till the very early hours of the morning. He was rude and snippy to the questioning from his mom. Harsh and mean to Sam, more so than the typical sibling bickering and teasing that they engaged in. He'd keep his distance from me, like he could barely stand to be around me at all and completely blow me off any time I tried to talk or spend time together. It's only gotten worse and I'm at my wits end with it.

After having a tearful heart to heart with Lucy about his 180 in behavior I decided to take matters into my own hands whether he likes it or not.

I start my journey to the place that I've begun to despise, associating it with the 'new Michael'.

Finally, I spot my elusive brunette exactly where I thought he'd be, on the boardwalk but to my surprise he's also surrounded by a group of intimidating looking bikers. Two rowdy blondes, one with an impressively long curly haired mullet and an eye catching custom patchwork jacket adorned his somewhat smaller, muscular stature. The other untamed boy, with wild hair to match and a dark fishnet top that leaves almost nothing to the imagination, is nearly bouncing around the others with glee at whatever they're discussing. Next I notice a tall, dark, and handsome brunette to their right who takes the cake at revealing outfits with the lack of shirt and wide open leather jacket. With the slightest of smiles he's leaning against presumably his own motorcycle observing the rest of his group and the crowd at large. Lastly, to the right of the brunette and the left of Michael, there's a bleach blonde mullet you couldn't miss for miles a top the most intimidating looking one, wearing a too-stuffy seeming trench coat for this Santa Carla summer heat.

In a normal circumstance I would have slight hesitation to approach the group alone so boldly, as I find myself doing now, but I couldn't care less who's around. At this moment the only person to be feared on the boardwalk is me. I'm on mission for some answers and god help the poor soul who fucks with me right now.

As I take my final few strides towards my boyfriend they all notice me. The four unknown boys go quiet as they take me in curiously, a determined walk, pissed off expression, heavy breathing, and clenched fists.

"Michael fucking Emerson!" I erupted, jabbing my finger in his chest, coming face to face with the wide eyed boy.

"Hey baby-" He tried cautiously.

"Oh good you actually do remember you have a partner"

"Look I know you're upset and rightfully so but-"

I hold my hand up to silence whatever bullshit was about to spill from his mouth. "No no no, I'm still talking and you're listening." He nods his head slowly, afraid to set me off even more, if that's possible. I hear rather than see snickers to my right from the others.

"I don't know what's been going on with you and why you've been treating everyone in your life like shit but I'm sick and tired of it and I want answers. Now." The words spill heatedly from my lips as my anger intensifies from the inevitable release pent up over the past few weeks. Michaels mouth opens whether in shock or to interject, I don't know but I cut him off before I can find out.

"It's one thing the way you've been treating me - and trust me we'll get to that" I accentuate with a pointed finger in the air and back down after. "but it's a whole other thing with Lucy and Sam. You barely talk to or see Sam anymore and he's devastated, you're his best friend and he misses you. Your mother does absolutely everything she can for you and Sam. She upended her entire life in Phoenix to give you both a fresh start - since the move you've done nothing but push her away every time she tries to talk. That woman is the sweetest person on this planet and I'll be damned if you think I'm going to let you walk all over her anymore." Huffing at the end of my tirade.

If Michael's eyes got any wider they would've popped out of his head. Maybe the middle of the boardwalk wasn't the best place to do this but I couldn't contain it anymore. The nice approach hasn't worked and he needed a good telling off.

"You're right, everything you're saying is right but maybe we could do this more privately" Michael offered while trying to gently grab my upper arm to pull me somewhere else. With a worried look in his eyes he glanced at the boys then back at me pleadingly.

"Oh I'm sorry, am I embarrassing you in front of your new friends? Who I've never met or heard anything about by the way." I argued back while also taking the time to look them over, up close now.

They all seem to be enjoying themselves watching Michael's berating. Smirks and giggles passing amongst the group as they share knowing glances between them and at me, like they're having a secret conversation only the leather clad bikers can understand.

Piercing blue eyes land on me as bleach-boy flirted "You're a fiery little thing aren't you? I can't believe it's taking this long for us to meet, Michael, how come you didn't introduce us sooner?" He jabbed, finally tearing his eyes away from mine towards the conflicted brunette in front of me.

"You know why David." Michael states matter of factly. His grip on my arm tightening ever so slightly, voice husky with something primal I've never heard from him before.

"Can't imagine why you'd want to hide a babe like this away, it just doesn't seem fair." The tallest blonde beamed at me starry eyed and grinning cheerfully. He moved closer to reach out and stroke my hair quicker than I could register, taking in a small almost imperceptible inhale from me if I wasn't paying close attention. Releasing a contented sigh before I was pulled back towards Michael.

"Don't touch them, don't even think about it." he sneered.

"Come on Mike, we aren't going to hurt 'em. Right Paul?"

"Right on Marko." Paul jested as Marko playfully elbowed him.

What the fuck is happening and who the hell are these guys? Jumping into the one-sided argument between me and my boyfriend to start flirting? Are they his friends? Last time I checked friends don't hit on their friends' significant others, especially right in front of them so shamelessly.

"You never mentioned you were dating someone." The other brunette tacked on to the conversation speaking for the first time. Giving me a once over with those alluring brown eyes, hungrily.

I stared daggers back at the boy holding me in a tight grip, ripping my arm away to mock "Wow, why am I not surprised." I desperately try to steal my emotions to keep the hurt and betrayal from coming to the forefront.

"You don't understand and I don't even know how to explain but you have to believe me it's for your own good." Michael again pleads for my compassion. It's too late for that.

"Of course I don't understand you don't tell me anything anymore! You blow me off, ignore me, and I assume these four are the reason for your revamp in personality." I fumed, gesturing to the group. Chuckles are heard again, at the end of my outburst.

"Are you cheating?" I suddenly asked

"What no-" Michael sputtered in surprise.

"Did you meet someone else?"

"No of course no-"

"Did you do something that could hurt Sam, Lucy, or I?"

"NO babe-"

"Then I don't see what could be so bad that you feel the need to push us all away and act like this. The only reason I'm still standing here putting up with this is because I deserve an explanation and I promised Lucy I'd get answers out of you. So start talking." I sassed.

With a defeated sigh he raised his hands in surrender "Okay Okay, walk with me to the beach and i'll explain everything to you, alone." Emphasizing his final word with a sneer towards David. David only found that amusing as he quirked an eyebrow and took out the cigarette resting behind his ear placing it between his lips and lighting it. He inhaled and blew out a cloud of smoke stating "You sure about that Michael? You're already on edge, we wouldn't want you to lose control and hurt our doll now would we?"

Our? I barely had time to register or retort back at the presumptuous claim before Michael grabbed my hand and stormed off to the beach, steam basically pouring out of his ears.

To be continued...

I feel alright about this so far. Again it's my first ever fic post so you know...it is what it is. :)

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BONUS [ LIKEALOOK ] — it all falls down

jang wonyoung and kim jiwon's dorm. 3:47 pm.

WARNINGS; blood, graphic depictions of physical violence, slut shaming, threats, trust issues, implied mental breakdown, effects of gaslighting, victim blaming (towards self) (4.8k)

from an early age, naoi rei knew that love wasn't for her.

she saw the decorative hearts scattered all over her elementary school as her peers fawned over their crushes. the chocolates that hid behind heart-shaped boxes taunted the young naoi as she listened to her friends' relationship woes.

everywhere she turned, love seemed to consume all those who stood in its vicinity. her parents would mindlessly hum their wedding song under their breath. her music teacher's desk littered with all her students' drawings, except for a portrait of her husband.

love consumed everyone's time. everyone's effort.

it didn't consume rei, not directly.

rei knew her parents loved her. they would go out of their way to go to her recitals and take her shopping when she needed new clothes. they even funded all of rei's (very expensive) expenses when it came to art.

they were perfect on paper, and if rei was any other person, it would've been enough.

on her fifth birthday, they had spent one out of the twenty-four hours of the day with her. the one hour consisted of eating together, and a small, thirty-minute gift session where rei had opened about ten gifts or so.

later, they would leave to stay at a hotel on their one day off. they would drop the five-year-old at her grandma's flower shop, named after rei's mother.

on christmas when she was seven years old, rei woke up in a quiet house. the silence was deafening, and all the young naoi could remember that day was the pile of presents she opened by herself.

the seven-year-old would find out later that her parents had left her home to grab a christmas breakfast.

the day she had left to go to korea, rei had been asked one question during the entire car ride before her parents had rushed off. she then boarded the plane, first class, watching as her two check-in luggages were being brought onto the airplane.

she'd never tell them, but she wanted them to miss their reservation, just this once. just so they could hug her goodbye.

somehow, rei had become a side character in her own life, watching as everyone paid no attention to her. she knew that if she were to get erased from her own family, they wouldn't even notice. it hurt her that they wouldn't have cared.

(rei's family hadn't checked up on her since she landed.)

rei was bitter when it came to love.

she hated how she couldn't appreciate her parents' efforts because of it, and how she always questioned if she was alive out of coincidence and not want.

still, rei couldn't help but become fascinated with it.

she wondered why so many people would throw logic aside for someone who had the power to break them. she couldn't comprehend how love was able to blindside so many people.

love was an emotion. one that made her fade away.

her mind was made as soon as she stepped onto korean soil. she wouldn't bother with anything that came with the emotion, not even if her neighbor was clearly in love with one of her friends.

they weren't her friends anyway. why should she care?

"you're the girl my mom was talking about. the one that lives in the apartment across from us." rei could remember seeing the tall girl glare from behind her neighbor, almost trying to shoo her away. "i'm not sure if you saw me around before. i just staying here for the summer."

her hair was so long back then.

"my name's kim gaeul."

"i'm naoi rei."

rei had friends before.

they were all boy-crazy, hiding makeup in their drawers instead of pencils to impress their crush of the month. like her parents, they had never asked about her interests or hobbies, but rei knew almost everything about them. she could read them like the back of her hand.

she knew it was gonna be the same.

(it wasn't.)

"you like hawaiian pizza, right?" jang wonyoung, whom gaeul had introduced a month ago (alongside ahn yujin), scrolled through her phone as the other two were off somewhere in the kim residence. "i ordered some, but just so you know, yujin-unnie's gonna make fun of you."

rei had mentioned it once, offhandedly a week or two ago. she didn't know how wonyoung cared enough to remember. yujin, on the other hand, would've been too busy with gaeul to care. sometimes, rei wondered if yujin even noticed her presence.

it wouldn't have been the first time someone had forgotten about her.

"what the hell?" yujin said as she dug through the boxes. the aroma of freshly baked pizza wafted the entire house. "rei ordered these, didn't she?"

"leave her alone, yujin."

yujin laughed at the younger girl with an arm wrapped around gaeul. her cheeks were bright red, teasing the japanese for liking something so obscure (in her mind, at least). rei watched the three koreans closely, wonyoung and gaeul trying to defend her from the onslaught of yujin's comments.

each comment was directed at her. each smug grin, each teasing look. yujin had remembered, and so had gaeul, and so had wonyoung.

they could see her. they wanted to see her, despite the love that they held for someone else.

love was an emotion, not a blindfold.

for once, naoi rei didn't mind being the side character, and she would do everything in her power to make them happy, to make her family happy. she knew that one day, when the time came, they wouldn't forget her.

rei hated it, being forgotten (yet somehow, she hated the thought of ripping two people apart).

rei didn't understand love, but she knew that she wished her friends would find it.

(but somehow, it also found her.)

"who's trying to break down the door?"

wonyoung looked at the shaking door, partially terrified that whoever (read: rei) would somehow knock it wide open with just her fist.

as much as she loved rei, wonyoung refused to let the japanese girl anywhere near or inside her dorm when jiwon was around. rei had yet to give the true happenings of what went down that night with jiwon, but she could tell it was bad.

finding the young kim crying in her bed was a weird role reverse at first, but wonyoung knew how it felt like. she knew how painful it was to love someone but not have them.

"it's no one."

the banging continued, somehow getting harsher and louder with every passing second.

if there was one thing that naoi rei was good at, it was persistence.

"maybe it's yuri-unnie." jiwon muttered, rubbing her now scabbed knuckles. "she did text me this morning asking if i was okay... i think she wanted me to help her jump minjeong-unnie."

jiwon had gotten a phone call earlier that morning. from what she could tell, the sun was just starting to rise, and from the way yuri's voice had sounded, the older girl had stayed up all night.

("we don't have to tell minju. i'm sure she wouldn't mind anyways.")

jiwon could only hope that yuri hadn't gone through with her ten-step plan.

"why would yuri-unnie want to jump minjeong-sunbaenim?"

the two stared at each other, blank faces as gears turned in their heads.

"i'm gonna open the door now." jiwon stated, moving towards the entrance. she needed any way out of the conversation, even if she ended up trying to talk someone out of a potential assault charge.

the door continued to rattle under rei's fist, and she prayed that whatever happened to jiwon was minor. she hoped that the girl she hurt wasn't in pain.

the door swung open, a sense of relief washing over the japanese girl as the kim stood in front of her.

love wasn't for rei.

she was the side character, the girl who set up her friends with their exes, the mastermind behind everything. she was the girl everyone ran to, and everyone forgot when the time came. she was a plot device.

"rei?"

naoi rei didn't want to be a plot device anymore. she wanted love to want her, just like she wanted her parents to love her.

the japanese girl looked at jiwon in front of her, the latter cradling her hand. her knuckles were a blush red, forming uneven marks around the peaks. rei could see the small scabs starting to form at the tips of her first two knuckles, and the swollen bump on the back of jiwon's hand.

it looked like it hurt, and somehow, in some way, it upset rei.

rei ushered the taller girl onto her bed, ignoring the questioning stares that came from the others. she'd deal with them later. jiwon was hurt, and that was rei's priority.

wonyoung stood at the doorway, eyeing the two.

"you'd think she's the one with the wrist brace and first aid kit," yujin snickered.

she wondered if rei knew what she was doing, what she was feeling. she should've by now. the glint in her eye was enough for anyone to know.

gaeul rolled her eyes at her girlfriend. "i think it's nice that she's worried."

she just hoped rei could deal with the heartbreak that came with it.

sighing, wonyoung gestured for the two older girls to come inside. she pushed aside a foreboding feeling in her chest, disregarding all the signs that something was wrong. it was just the thermostat, anyway. jiwon always liked to turn it up when she felt overwhelmed.

as the volleyball player began to shut the door, her eyes focused on the sliver of light that peaked into the hallway.

a gray sweater. y/n's gray sweater.

wonyoung swung the door open almost immediately.

"y/n."

with a small nod, y/n smiled.

something was wrong.

y/n's eyes were bloodshot red, the thin red veins popping against the whites of her eyes. her cheeks were red from crying, wonyoung deducted. if she looked any harder, wonyoung was sure to see the dried streaks of tears on the older girl's cheeks. it was a normal site of a sad y/n, at least from what wonyoung could remember.

but there was something in her eyes. something that unsettled wonyoung.

why did it seem so familiar?

"is jiwon okay?" y/n's voice cracked out, clearing her throat in embarrassment.

wonyoung nodded lightly, stepping aside for the actress to enter. with light, but sluggish steps, the taller girl watched y/n walk passed her. it was heavy with the burden of something.

wonyoung closed the door behind her. she watched the love of her life almost morph into someone that wasn't there before, a soft smile appearing on her face as she stared at jiwon.

it was her y/n (but who was the y/n before?).

"gaeul-sunbae," y/n spoke, her voice shaking slightly. she could feel jiwon's worried gaze. "can you check her hand?"

gaeul nodded, sitting beside jiwon.

y/n could feel the guilt wracking inside her body as she stared at jiwon's injured hand. every wince that the younger girl made seemed to cut her deeply, and all y/n could do was blame herself.

it was her fault for not seeing the signs, and her fault for not wanting to. all she wanted was a friend, but never at the cost of another.

"do you want to sit down?" wonyoung's voice sounded like a melody, pulling her out of her trance.

y/n stared at the taller girl. she couldn't help but wonder if the volleyball player had ever held some type of grudge against her, a vendetta to ruin her life. maybe it was something more simple, like a hatred fueled from putting her through everything that was yoo jimin.

y/n took a breath. her wonyoung wouldn't do that.

but then again, her minjeong did.

"it's okay."

y/n didn't know what was what anymore. for all she knew, she could've been letters on a screen, strung together from the most painful parts of human life.

all y/n knew was that jiwon, minju, yuri (and yena), and her parents were real. they had to be. they needed to be.

if they were, then she'd be okay. she knew she'd be okay.

wonyoung grabbed her hand gently, the pad of her thumb tugging her back to reality. back to wonyoung.

y/n was back to wonyoung, her wonyoung. the one with big, doe eyes that cried at the movie 'UP' and hid a box of random pieces of lego in her closet back when they were dating. her wonyoung who was hyunseo's older sister, who carried the jang name with a burden that only showed in the darkest of nights.

she wanted to be wonyoung's y/n again. not minjeong's, not jimin's. wonyoung's.

"please?"

y/n hoped that wonyoung was real. she hoped that this was all real.

quietly, y/n sat down, interlacing her hand with the taller girl's. she watched as wonyoung followed, a small blush on her face as she stared at her with love.

love was consuming y/n.

"what happened anyway?" yujin hummed, not noticing the tension forming in the air.

gaeul could only sigh. her girlfriend was as dense as she was pretty, and at times like these, it was unfortunate that yujin was insanely beautiful.

"did jiwon go ballistic?" yujin's eyes sparkled at the thought of wonyoung's roommate beating someone up. "minju-sunbaenim always gave me crazy vibes, especially when you and wonyoung broke up. i guess the apple doesn't fall far from the - ow!"

gaeul smiled at wonyoung, sitting innocently as if she didn't kick yujin at full force. if rei hadn't been so worried, a snicker would've slipped passed her lips.

right now was jiwon. she'd deal with idiots later.

"don't listen to her." wonyoung smiled, and y/n could feel herself floating. "unnie's just like that sometimes."

unnie.

wonyoung had never called y/n that. not before them, not during them, not after. she called gaeul unnie. same with yujin. she even called jimin unnie at one point.

y/n swallowed.

maybe she did something wrong. maybe wonyoung saw her as lesser than them. maybe this was a sign that her wonyoung had been someone else this entire time.

y/n looked at the taller girl, grinning at her with shiny eyes.

no. wonyoung wasn't jimin or minjeong.

(but what if she was?)

"jiwon-ssi..." gaeul looked at the extent of the bruises. "how hard did you punch them?"

y/n and jiwon looked at each other, both thinking of the deep cut that the younger kim had somehow administered to minjeong.

"not that hard..."

gaeul sighed. her wrist brace wasn't going to be much use against a boxer's fracture. "you need to go to the doctor for this. i'm ninety percent sure you broke it."

rei could feel her stomach drop. she had never felt more anxious in her life, and it wasn't even about her. at times like these, she wished she had her license, just to be there with the kim at the hospital. rei knew that minju wasn't gonna let her near her sister.

rei wished she was invisible, just this once.

jiwon nodded, looking at y/n who seemed deep in her thoughts once more. something was going on inside her head, jiwon just couldn't place it. all she knew was that minjeong was the cause.

a loud banging erupted throughout the room, y/n jumping back slightly. it was harder than last time, the knocking. it sounded as if someone was ramming the door open and if any of the girls listened closer, they would hear the doorknob shaking against the frame.

y/n wondered what would've happened if she didn't see minjeong last night. she understood why, but all at the cost of her friends well being. it might've not been her decision, but she had a say.

she always had a say.

y/n felt stupid.

wonyoung gave y/n's hand a light squeeze before letting go. she headed towards the door, the pounding never stopping. if she didn't open it soon, her ra would definitely get her in trouble, especially the one on duty.

as the volleyball player began to open the door, her eyes focused on the sliver of light that peaked into the hallway.

black. specifically jimin's black jacket.

wonyoung found herself stumbling backwards as the door rammed open. she closed her eyes, waiting for the fall but all she felt was the tightening of her collar, and the graze of someone's kuckles against her collarbone.

her eyes opened, and all she saw were jimin's dark irises.

"you."

jimin was angry. she was livid. everything she did ended up back to wonyoung. if it was volleyball, wonyoung was there. if it was school, wonyoung's 'fans' were in the vicinity. even when she ate, wonyoung's face would be plastered on her water bottle.

there were some upsides though.

"where's aeri?"

yujin tensed, nearly pouncing on jimin if not for gaeul's disapproving look. she wouldn't hold back, not with her friends.

gaeul knew that, and she prayed that somehow, the situation would get diffused before it escalated.

"what the-" wonyoung tried to pry jimin's grip off of her, only for it to tighten even more. "sunbaenim, are you insane?"

y/n had never felt rage consume her. she didn't know how it felt like, in all honesty. she was used to the sadness that jimin had provided her, but somehow, it tripled. it overwhelmed her, like the love that minjeong had confessed to her the day prior, or the pressure that weighed wonyoung down.

she was free from jimin, but not her effect.

"jimin." y/n stood up, her voice hoarse. "stop it."

it felt familiar to wonyoung, in a painful way.

"you're protecting her?" the veins on jimin's head popped, her face an angry red as she stared at y/n. "you're fucking kidding me. yizhuo was right?"

y/n sighed. she was getting tired of this. of everything.

"what are you talking about?"

"you're fucking wonyoung again." jimin would always be second to wonyoung, to everyone. it didn't matter how hard she loved or how much she tried. she was her father's daughter, and she was getting his punishment. "god, you just open your legs up for anyone."

y/n wanted to scream. she wanted to yell at jimin, at minjeong to leave her alone. she wanted them to get out of her mind, and to move some place else where she would never have to think about them ever again.

all y/n could feel was red.

"i could say the same for you, jimin."

wonyoung frowned. her y/n was never angry, at least not outwardly. even if she was, y/n never stooped as low as jimin.

something was wrong. something was broken.

(wonyoung hoped she was okay, whatever it was.)

jimin tightened her grip, her eyebrows furrowing. "what's that supposed to mean?"

"it means what you think it means." it was like lava, pooling out of her mouth like an unstoppable wave. "let. wonyoung. go."

the room fell silent, and wonyoung was sure that jimin loosened her grip for a split second. the ace scanned y/n's eyes, dark and angry before jimin balled up more of wonyoung's shirt.

she could feel jimin's knuckles pressing against her neck, and wonyoung fought back an urge to cough.

"is this about minjeong?" jimin rolled her eyes. she didn't understand why it was such a big deal, especially since she loved y/n, not minjeong. "is that why you're acting all bitchy all of a sudden?"

y/n flinched back, the overwhelming sadness suddenly rendering her speechless. anger helped her forget it, and although it seemed like a plus side, it felt gross.

y/n looked at wonyoung, and guilt love began to consume her once more.

"minjeong came onto me." y/n fought back tears. she was tired of trying to figure out who's side was real, and who was there for her and not her body. "everyone comes to me eventually."

yujin tensed once more. she was sick of jimin. her hot-headedness made the team walk eggshells around her, blaming everyone but herself for all her failures.

for once, she wanted to put jimin in her place.

"now..." jimin glared at wonyoung. "where's aeri, jang?"

wonyoung didn't know. she didn't even know about the whole minjeong-jimin thing until jimin had pounced on her, but if jimin didn't know where aeri was, that meant that she was safe.

wonyoung kept her mouth sealed shut, returning an angry glare.

"where the fuck is she?" wonyoung could feel jimin tightening her grip once more, her balled up fists pressing against her trachea. she had never wanted to punch someone in her life, but jimin was making it difficult.

"answer my question!" jimin's voice boomed, and wonyoung was sure everyone could hear it.

gaeul bit her tongue. she forgot how annoying yeji's jimin was.

quietly, gaeul spoke, not wanting to anger the ace any further. "she doesn't know."

"i wasn't talking to you, you slut." jimin snapped at gaeul. y/n could feel yujin tense from beside her, wonyoung shaking her head at her captain. jimin gripped wonyoung tighter, her knuckles turning white. "where is she, wonyoung? where's aeri?"

"i don't know."

"don't bullshit me." jimin grumbled, her voice low and her eyes angry. "i know you're useless, but you aren't this useless."

jimin was like wonyoung's mother in every sense. not only was she conventionally pretty, she was demanding and negligent to those around her. she used her words as a weapon, and her authority as leverage.

but wonyoung was a jang, and she knew how to get a rise out of someone.

"i said i don't know, jimin."

jimin didn't call her father dad anymore. not only had he failed as a husband, he had failed as a person. jimin didn't need to call someone that an honorific when they didn't deserve it.

but jimin wasn't her dad. she couldn't be.

"i'm your sunbae."

she was, in everyone's eyes but her own.

"then act like it."

jimin liked the pain of punching someone.

she liked the way her hand stung, akin to a spike. she liked her knuckles bright red, a physical sight that she was doing something right. jimin didn't like to think about the pain it inflicted on others, unless they deserved it.

jang wonyoung did, however. she deserved all the pain.

jimin winded her hand back, and wonyoung was ready to take the punch head on. she needed proof that jimin had hurt someone once more, a teammate. if getting rid of jimin for the rest of her school year meant a bruised cheek, then wonyoung would absolutely tank it.

wonyoung closed her eyes and a thud could be heard reverberating throughout the room.

she felt nothing.

the volleyball player opened her eyes, only to feel herself getting pulled back as she watched gaeul and rei scramble to stop yujin. she shook them off, ignoring jimin trying to push her head away.

ahn yujin, in all her glory, landed punch after punch on the ace. she was tired of all the pent up anger that she felt towards yeji jimin. she was tired of the older girl in every sense.

yujin wasn't gonna let another version of yeji hurt her friends.

the stinging of her hands got worse and worse as her anger rose. puffs of air released out of her mouth as each strike seemed stronger than the last. eventually, jimin was gonna let her guard down, and then yujin could strike the way she wanted to.

wonyoung needed to stop this, but she couldn't get physical. her father would kill her, and her mother would send her off to america if she got suspended.

she rushed back in, her eyes wide as she tried to pull yujin off. yujin was gonna get suspended, she knew it. the amount of damage she already left was enough to down a grown man.

anger was terrifying.

she saw specks of blood fly everywhere, the captain muttering curses under her breath before getting flipped over.

jimin's blooded face glistened against the light of wonyoung's room, swelling and full of cuts. her covered arms were filled with bruises, but she didn't care. right now, she wanted yujin to pay.

wrapping one hand around yujin's neck to steady her, jimin raised her fist, slamming it down onto the younger girl's face. she could feel something splatter against her skin, and it only fueled the ace further.

despite gaeul and rei's best efforts, jimin was stronger than yujin, and there was no way they could get her off, especially without wonyoung's help.

it didn't matter anymore. if wonyoung didn't do something, yujin might die.

frantically, wonyoung wrapped her arm around jimin's neck, choking her out as she pulled the older girl off yujin. she could feel jimin clawing against her arm, and wonyoung gritted her teeth, feeling blood seep out.

yujin sat up, the left side of her face tattered into shreds. gaeul rushed to her side, the captain watching as jimin struggled to get wonyoung off.

"bitch."

wonyoung looked at y/n, her eyes wide as the older girl kept jiwon behind her. she shook her head, signaling wonyoung to let go. the taller girl nodded, her arm dropping to her side as jimin fell forward, eyes red as she coughed.

she was definitely gonna get sent to america.

as the room fell quiet, jimin's coughing and yujin's heaving seemed to get louder. wonyoung could see the specks of blood littering the floor, and could feel the stinging of her arm.

a cough took their attention away from the bloodied volleyball players.

shit. the ra woke up.

"yuqi-sunbaenim."

"the cops are on their way." she shut her eyes tightly, looking at jimin. at least the girl got a good beating. too bad the others had to face a similar punishment. "don't try to talk your way out of this."

wonyoung nodded, her head hanging low.

"can we go...?" y/n asked, jiwon wincing behind her as her hand became more painful by the minute. "her hand-"

"if you two didn't get involved, then you can go."

y/n nodded, bowing slightly as jimin finally stopped coughing, a bruise on her neck.

"wonyoung?"

y/n looked at the girl in front of her, red running down her arm.

worry encapsulated her entire being, eyebrows furrowing at the sight. wonyoung was hurt, just like jiwon. yujin was hurt, just like jiwon. somehow, y/n hurt two people in one sitting, two people who didn't deserve it.

she could've done something. she should've done something.

"we're okay."

wonyoung could always see right through her.

it terrified her.

carefully, y/n lifted the volleyball player's arm. she could see the marks deep, and an angry red.

she just wanted the pain to go away, hers and wonyoung.

"i'm okay." wonyoung whispered. y/n always got worried about things she didn't need to worry about. "i'll live."

"okay." her wonyoung was real. she was sincere, and familiar. her wonyoung wouldn't hurt her.

y/n loved jang wonyoung, bleeding or not.

"text me how it goes, okay?"

wonyoung's eyes hid the stinging with a smile, quietly admiring the girl in front of her as y/n took jiwon's hand. "i will."

y/n nodded. she trusted wonyoung, just like she trusted jimin and minjeong. it couldn't backfire, not again. not with her wonyoung.

wonyoung moved aside, ignoring jimin glaring at her (she wanted to mock the other girl, powerless against the ra of the building, but that would just cause more problems).

y/n came to a halt, turning to face wonyoung.

"oh, and," a kiss on the cheek. "for... for your arm."

wonyoung didn't care. it was worth it.

"oh!" she bit her tongue, yujin cackling in the corner as gaeul scolded her not to move too much. rei gave her a thumbs up, before giving jiwon a worried gaze. "yeah, of course."

y/n nodded awkwardly, tugging jiwon's free hand.

"jiwon," y/n ignored her stare. "let's go."

the two exited the room, jiwon wincing with every swing of her arm. y/n would have to call minju once they got to the hospital.

god, minju was gonna kill everyone in that room and then her.

"did you just kiss her?"

y/n blushed as the elevator opened.

"on her cheek, ji." y/n shook her head. "you need to stop hanging out with yuri-unnie."

as jiwon entered the elevator, y/n followed her inside. the younger girl faced away from her, cradling her hand and trying to stabilize it.

for a moment, y/n relaxed. no one was looking at her. no one had to see the turmoil she had gone through. she sighed quietly, her face dropping, eyes a void of anger and frustration, of pain and hurt.

everything was consuming her.

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ex encounters (bllk pt.4) !

features: alexis ness ... tabito karasu ... eita otoya ... kenyu yukimiya

contents: bad exes, general tw, confrontation, harassment, google translate german, strong language

tw for the exes: controlling, domineering, power struggle, accusations, fighting, public scenes, revenge, grabbing (shoulder), trying to get back together, harassment, manipulation, gaslighting, falling out of love, wanting you back, possessive themes

notes: FINALLY FINISHING THIS SERIES and desperately hoping this will cure my writer's block </3

pt.1 — pt.2 — pt.3

like kaiser, ness would be so pressed that your ex would even have the audacity to so much as even think of you. but unlike kaiser, ness would not be trying to throw hands: bro would just be gaslighing your ex into thinking he can't stand a chance against him.

you met ness online, trying to learn german through an anonymous messaging forum: where he was trying to learn your native language. the both of you had no clue who the other was, becoming online friends for years, long before you had ever even met your ex.

when your ex came into your life, ness noticed that you were online less and less. when asked, you gave the sheepish answer that your boyfriend didn't support you learning german, not wanting you to know a language that he didn't.

despite the red flag that was, and all his other warning signs, you stayed with him. you still learned german, now only messaging your pen pal when your lover slept or was away.

but, one day, you came home to your (now ex) boyfriend sitting on the couch. he found out you were still messaging ness, and he was mad.

it lead to a blow-out fight, you ended up having to flee and stay with a friend, collecting your stuff over a week while he was at work. you never saw him again.

eventually, you finished learning german. after a long discussion, ness agreed to meet you at the airport. the second you touched down in berlin, you rushed out the gates to see that cute boy with caramel hair and magenta tips holding your name on a sign. that would be the man you'd come to love so very dearly.

eventually, you and ness moved in together in germany, for his soccer career. you returned home with him for the holidays, to visit family.

as ness and you walked hand in hand through the streets of your hometown, bantering idly in german, you stumbled across a face you thought you'd never see again.

"ah, i see that i was right to not want you to learn german..." his voice said from a little further away, eyes glaring at the two of you. you instantly stiffened, and ever perceptive ness instantly figured out what was happening, muttering a quiet "verdammt" under his breath.

as your ex sauntered closer, ness wordlessly stood in front of you. though he wasn't the most imposing figure, you could see his distaste written plainly on his face, sneering at your ex.

"you left me for a german terrier... i see your standards really lowered..." your ex mumbled, chuckling as he glanced at ness. "keep it up, just try me schwein..." ness threatened, squaring his shoulders.

this went back and forth enough until ness had finally barked out enough insults with that near-crazed look on his face that had him shaking his head and storming away.

your boyfriend, turned to you, like a dog awaiting praise. it had you giggling and cupping his face to press scattered kisses along his cheeks. "thank you, mein held..."

"anything for you, mein schätzchen. i'd do it for you in a heartbeat..."

karasu would be smug at first before quickly getting annoyed. he would want to throw hands, shoving the guy away and mocking him, probably gets the cops called on him. at least he doesn't look bad in cuffs ig??

when karasu was introducing you to a group of fans who watch bllktv, you didn't expect to see your ex. "wow, y/n, what are you now... a gold-digger?" he taunts, stepping into your view.

your boyfriend was off to the side, signing things, blissfully unaware to your torment as his back was turned to you. so, you decided to be the bigger person and just ignore him.

your ex was one of those run-of-the-mill revenge people, would make fun of you at any given chance now that you were separated. you don' even remember why you broke up, probably some snide comment of his that ticked you off. but one thing about him was that he hated being ignored.

karasu, who heard a guy's voice and figured you were getting hit on. he knows that you're a catch, and he trusts you, so usually he lets you humble people on your own unless things get out of hand. well, things got out of hand.

he spun around when he heard you yelp, eyes meeting the hand that gripped your shoulder. in an instant he was shoving your ex away from you, guiding you so gently behind him that it contrasted with the same movement he had used against your ex.

"trash shouldn't touch treasure." he spits, glaring down as you ex stumbles on his feet. just like that, with a shout, your ex charges back at karasu.

like a professional, karasu throws him back again, this time with more force. but desperation does something to inhibition and your ex lunges back again, sending a punch across your boyfriend's face.

karasu just chuckles, wiping the blood from his nose as he grabs your ex's collar with one hand and socks him with the other, sending him to the ground.

they continue this one-sided fighting until flashes of blue and red flare in the corner of your peripheral. then they're both in cuffs and all three of you including those fans from earlier are being questioned.

then, karasu walks away from his cops, rubbing his now-restraint-free wrists as he saunters up to you with that coy smirk. "hey there pretty thing, your jailbird's back..."

he's taken aback as you jump into his arms, hugging him tight as your hands hold him like he was fragile. he just smiles, wrapping his arms around you and kissing he side of your head with a gentle affection.

"hey now, don't cry. i'd gladly get cuffed again for keeping you safe."

otoya is another smug one, but unlike karasu he is not eager to be fighting. otoya's smart and knows just what to do, plays innocent if it ever gets to the point where cops come in.

of all people in the world, otoya has certainly had his share of running into an unpleasant ex. he's the one who will understand you best, which is why he stands next to you with a cocky grin as your ex desperately tries to explain how he's better for you than him.

"i don't have a history of cheating... unlike present company..." your ex digs, shooting a smug look at otoya, who grumbles out a "c'mon, it was one time..."

you just chuckle, shaking your head in exasperation with a heavy sigh. "no, you didn't cheat. but you're still a manipulative asshole." he huffs, rolling his eyes and mumbling curses under his breath.

"you pretentious bitch, i never once hurt you. it was all for your betterment because you can't take care of yourself." your ex spits, getting closer until otoya puts an arm between you two.

"don't talk to what's mine like that, back it up bud." otoya muses with a grin, pushing your ex back lightly, putting himself between you two. your ex stammers, glaring at you over your boyfriend's shoulder.

seemingly, all was fine until the next time you were out with otoya, your ex appeared again: delivering the same take-me-back speech. it was getting tiring and you felt your patience begin to wear thin with every emotionally-charged word that spilled from his lips.

you groaned, running your hands down your face with a tired sigh, otoya silently wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"listen, i think you should just go, man. this is getting pretty pathetic... i know that y/n's a real catch, but sometime's you gotta know when you can't reel a babe in..." otoya says, somehow getting even more smug as he presses you into his side, leering down at your ex.

eventually, after a few more snide remarks from otoya, your ex finally gave up. allowing you to slump in your boyfriend's arms, letting ot a tired sigh as you kissed his cheek. "thanks, 'toya..."

"i know why he's so desperate, there really is no one like you. makes me happy that i ended my player streak for you..."

an angel sent from heaven. arguably the best person to run into your ex with. yukimiya is calm and composed enough if your ex is temperamental, and he's tall and handsome to scare anyone else away. 10/10 literal perfect man.

yukimiya’s a pretty boy, he’s tall and lean with an angelic smile. he’s a catch, by far the best man you’ve ever dated. he only proves this to be even more true when the two of you run into your ex.

there wasn’t necessarily any bad blood between you two, he had just suddenly broken up with you on the claim that “he fell out of love.” it hurt you like hell, of course, but there was no reason for you to resent him for it. so you two left on good terms, occasionally wishing a happy birthday to the other until the friendship too fizzled out.

then you met yukimiya through a mutual friend and fell hard, but he fell harder. so here you are, happily sipping a blue slushy while yukimiya held your hand and chattered about soccer.

“blue was always our favorite…” a voice rang from behind you, yukimiya stopped drinking his red slushy as he turned with you. there he was, your ex with a sheepish grin.

you quirked a brow, confused. you hadn’t talked to him in nearly a year, ever since you and yuki had started dating.

he smiles sweetly at you, the kind that has you realizing where this is leading. “sorry, i’ve just been nostalgic about us lately…” he said with a chuckle, hand rubbing the back of his neck.

your eyes flit over to your boyfriend, catching the furrow of his brow. yukimiya was a really nice guy, he wasn’t a fan of confrontation. but you are.

so you grin at your ex, waving a hand dismissively. “sorry man, i’m in a very happy relationship…”

the second he tries to protest you swiftly shut him up, sticking out your tongue. at first, your ex was confused, then he realized that your tongue was purple. his eyes flit between your blue slushy and yukimiya’s red one, sighing and walking away.

yukimiya’s face goes bright red as he stares at you, “that’s not why your tongue is purple, you just wanted to try mine!” he protests.

you chuckle, grinning at him, “yeah, but he doesn’t have to know that…” yukimiya just sighs before grinning back at you.

"i don’t like lying, so why don’t you let me do it authentically…"

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mellowwillowy · 1 year

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Olympus

You can't possibly just come here just for fun and leave everyone be once you're bored right?

Credit 🥂 (Ares, Loki, Hades by Starlxxd)

[ GN Reader but stuck with them instead of the the mystics ]

Hades

Hades = Gaslighting

The underworld may be damp but with your pressence alone, the underworld seems to be the best place Hades could ever find

Sure, 'Mistress/Lover of Olympians', but how about changing it into 'Mistress/Master of the Underworld' now?

See? Cerberus will be upset if you leave the underworld for well, the Mystics, Mortals or just play around with the other Olympians

Don't worry, Hades has made sure that Cerberus will always be there to block the way out either by having them roll around begging for your attention or just, making you ride them (hey, you have always enjoyed riding them at full speed)

"It's fun riding them right? Faster, boys!"

And you being the dense, naive one will not realize Hades' true intentions at all

You'll be sat on a throne just like him, well, except of sitting on each other's respective throne, Hades will sit on the floor with his head resting on your lap

You are his sunshine in this damp world, you are his fresh air in this damp world, you are his sweet flower in this damp world

Now now, where are you going to? Hm? Leave? You are going to leave the underworld to see Zeus again? How about a game with Cerberus and him?

Surely that King of the Gods is not worth your time so better spend it wisely on the King of the Underworld instead, hm?

"Mmh, how about a trip in the Underworld?"

"But I've explored all the places here?"

"Nuh uh, there's still more love~ come on"

Yeah he definitely did not just create something for this

If the pom is effective, he'll trick you into eating it when you are drunk from the alcohol he made you drink

If not then he'll just have to find another way to trap you here

Koei : God, if Yang Jian is the one who's gon escort you back then he'll 100% go feral once you leave lmaoo

Loki

Honestly idk much about him but he'll just be a persistent one

Will do few tricks to trick you into staying

Ah, you've seen that one? Fine how about this one? And this one?

Mmh, have you ever seen this? It's one of his many weapons. Ah, you have? How about this? And this?

"Let's play this game, shall we?"

"But we've been playing this for the whole week, Loki"

"Ah... how about this game then, here's how.."

He'll do whatever it takes to make you stay with him

Ares

Angy baby who'll bite everyone if you tell him you are going to leave

He just turns into a ticking bomb, someone greeted him and they'll have to hear him curses non stop

What do you mean by you are bored? Is he not enough as a companion for you to kill your boredom?

The mystics? Phah! Screw them, you are coming with him to this banquet

You just nod along while tailing him behind, completely oblivious with his attempts in not letting you leave

How about you join him to this one war? It'll be a nice change of scenery for you no? You won't be bored watching him fight, he promises

"Ares, I just wanna go see Hundun and have a tea with him-"

"Hmph, that ugly arrogant four-handed monster? If you want a companion for your tea party then you can just have me!"

If he won then he'll puff himself with pride and boast non stop on your face, making you sing praises to him while tending him

If he lost then you'll also still sing praises for him, just gotta make sure your wordings won't hurt him. Also since you'll give him extra special treatment whenever he lost, he won't sulk that long

You? And Aphrodite? He'll choose you over her silly

Remember how easily flustered he is when you just approached him without warning? Yeah he's still the same

"Let's ride together into the battlefield hm? Just... don't leave"

Well, it's really rare for him to be this soft considering how he just started another war to distract you

Zeus will have to give him a few words again after this

#yandere hades #yandere ares #yandere loki #hades x reader #ares x reader #loki x reader #yandere olympians #yandere greek #yandere greek mythology #yandere greek gods #greek gods x reader #koei x reader #koei #warriors orochi x reader

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metranart · 28 days

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Mikey x Reader x Draken (Tokyo Revengers)(Part 6)

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The water is already steamy, and both boys itch to fulfil their next fantasy. They know it would take time to have your full and undeniable consent and approval.

The duo also knows this wasn’t the best path to win you over but now that it's done, there’s no way back and letting you go isn't even an option.

“N-No.” your defiance is intoxicating for some unknown reason.

“No, huh?”

“Yes, I said no.” You don’t let the shake in your voice manifest.

Meanwhile, the heat emanating from the shower starts to create a cloud of steam and being the only one with clothes on, you can feel the fabric beginning to stick against your skin.

You don’t know how to be shameless regarding nakedness like them. As if they didn't care if someone else saw them…. Even as if they've seen each other naked a million times, and then, it hits you.

“—Since when are you together?”

Mikey hums, pensively, “We know each other since we were just your height, little one.” The blond openly jokes, and you can hear Draken snickering.

“You are like one inch taller than me—”

“You’ll do good to remember that.” Mikey keeps teasing, sassy grin curving his lips.

Fed up with his antics, you stop tip toing around them, and aim for a punch under the belt.

“Your boyfriend is being an asshole, Draken.” You spat, venom dripping from your tongue, crossing your arms in front of your chest a tense silence floats for a second too long, and it pops like a soap bubble when, they burst out laughing.

“She is at us, baby.”

Draken says between laughter, and you can hear his equally annoying buddy, clap a hand at his knee while holding his stomach, letting the laughter slowly die down.

“(Y/N)—you perspicacious little thing…” Mikey chuckles out, and cleaning the remnant of tears from his eyes, shakes his head, “of course, Draken and I are a thing.” The short blond unashamedly, admits.

“…Lover?” you murmur and quickly correct, “—boyfriend!”

“The first one…” Mikey replies, unconcerned “and the second one—” continues, your mouth opens but he keeps going, “and… the third one.”

Confusion reflects on your features and is quick to add.

“He is mine—” easily claims, “the same as you are.” Shrugs his shoulders, unworriedly looking through your shoulder at Draken who plainly grins.

“You can’t own a person…” you hear yourself whisper.

“Sure, you can!” he boasts, “as long as he owns you back—” Mikey explains, standing up from the toilet lid to take a couple of leisured steps towards you “… and I promise you…” the bastard towers over you, even when he’s just a bit taller, “Its. Fucking. Fulfilling.” Closes the distance with each word until is face to face with you.

The whole room begins to feel cramped; you feel like an animal inside a cage and sensing your weariness, Draken pats your shoulder, lightly.

“You must be suffocating in so many clothes—you’d better take them off.” He suggests, previous warning buried under layers of patience.

You hadn’t even noticed that you were profusely sweating, Toman’s uniforms are not for hot weather … or, rather for steam baths.

The fabric adhered to your skin feels awfully uncomfortable and soon the discomfort is so much that you don’t see another option. No doubt that damn Draken did this on purpose, smart little bastard.

“—Could you turn around?”

The request leaves your mouth out of your control and to your surprise, both comply.

They turn around without saying a word, and you stay still for a moment before starting to undress. You know it's silly because they're going to have to see you eventually, but being granted this small favor makes you feel a little more in control.

“Ready?”

Mikey asks, since the noises of clothes falling to the ground stopped being heard, and you sigh heavily before answering.

“I would feel more comfortable if you let me bath on my own—”

“We understand…” the ghost of a smile hunts your face for a brief moment when Mikey seems to yield “—but then who would wash your back,” but then he adds, wiping all mirth from your features right away, fake concern tainting his sarcastic tone, “or clean behind your ears…?” Draken joins following his lead, and you can hear the smirk on their faces even when you can’t see it.

“—Does messing up with me bring you guys any kind of twisted pleasure?” you ask, making sure they notice your contempt for them, “or is it part of your supposed unconditional LOVE for me?” Your blatant mock makes you feel pleased when they don’t reply immediately.

Finally, some payback, you think, but you couldn’t be more wrong because you just gave them the excuse they’ve been looking for, since the three entered the bathroom.

“She still doesn’t believe us, Kenchin.”

Mikey groans, stretching his back soundly, like subtly reminding you how strong they are compared to you.

“I heard—” the dragon tattoo owner replies, “and it breaks my heart.” Draken sighs, yet it sounds false and combing his blond hair back, stresses.

“Sounds to me like it’s our sacred duty as her irrevocable boyfriends…” makes a meaningful pause for you to witness him slowly turn around to look at you while spelling the next words, “—to remind her who she belongs to now.”

Fear melts your satisfied grin into pure despair and taking a step away from the intimidating tall blond and his dark promise, your naked back bumps against a solid chest.

“I agree, baby...” Mikey´s voice sounds closer to your ear, “now (y/n) … It’s your decision how this will happen…” the Toman leader explains, pressing his strong chest flush against your bare back, resting his chin on the curve of your shoulder to spy your reactions, “… we can be gentle and sweet, or NONE…” putting a lock of hair behind your ear, pecks your cheek, gallantly and finishes, “your move.”

A loud breath tells them that you are getting awfully nervous, your gaze desperately searches for a way out, and they only follow your line of sight, yet don’t attempt to move. Until you try to take a step forward and as if in chain reaction, Mikey’s arm encircles your waist and Draken closes the distance, only leaving a centimeter of air that prevents your breast from colliding with his.

“I—…I believe you!” you lie, “there’s no need—”

“Nop.” You feel Mikey´s lips glued to the shell of your ear, “Just decide.”

You hate being put in these scenarios, and you hate more that you are so afraid of them that you prefer a known devil, than a devil to know. So, disgusted by your next words, you shamefully reduce to play they little sick game of power.

“Gentle.”

Both boys' smirk, wildly. Without a doubt, you are beginning to be trained to comply, and that pleases them very much, so much that they are going to gift you an extra special, session.

“Smart move.” Draken praises, “of course, she´s our smart girl.” Mikey complements.

Is the last you hear before been push under the hot water jet, the sound of the water lapping at your skin drowns out every sinful moan you try so hard to bit back as their naughty hands and thirsty mouths, explore your curves without restraint.

Trying to keep your legs closed is useless as teaming up, they spread them, effortlessly, losing all sense of composure and frantically both drag their fingers among your slick folds, enticing you to follow their euphoric pace.

You can´t swallow the heavy moan that breaks your composure, and Draken presses his lips to the line of your jaw, you instantly go rigid at the gentle kiss, making you wonder how someone who looks so dangerous can be so mellow.

“I know it´s only being a night since,” he whispers against your skin, fervently, maneuvering your palm to wrap around his warm, thick cock. “But don’t you ever stop us from touching you again, (y/n).” He groans and aids you to give him a good, rough squeeze, so he can slowly start to thrust his hips into your clenched fist.

“Fuck—that´s it.” He moans hoarsely, “keep going—Don´t s-stop...” your hand moves erratically, not sure how to please him and not sure if you want to keep going, when Mikey urges you to continue by wrapping his hand among your fingers, “Like this, Babygirl, Draken likes it when you pamper the head...” and following his instructions, you brush your thumb along the tip of his cock and Mikey hums approvingly when his bestie´s body jerks with it. “That´s a good girl.” The shorter blond praises, letting you keep going on your own.

Meanwhile, Mikey’s hands attack you gliding over your wet skin like a snake, caresses with a smooth continuous motion, insistently pursuing the curve of your breasts, squeezing hard enough for the plump flesh to spill among his fingers while his hard cock smears against your bottom, letting you nestle it between your butt cheeks, praises of how good your being falling from their mouths like water from the faucet.

“Be honest with us, (Y/N),” Draken gasps, growing harder and harder in your hand, “at some point —Fuck....” his breathing stutters, “—this scenario had to cross your mind… at least once….”

“W-What—what scenario?” you murmur, overstimulation making your speech drag, for Mikey is unable to stop playing with your hardened nipples, “don´t stop—” Draken groans, and you begin to stroke his throbbing length up and down in time with his euphoric thrusts.

“You guys are not my cup of tea...” you drag out, between pitiful whimpers and Mikey barks a humorless laugh before reply, “what's not to like, babe?... To me, you sound outstandingly pleased.”

“—Being fucked… without my-my consent—by two abusive gang members w-who won’t take no for… an answer?” how the fuck do you find the words to entice them even more is beyond them, but you do, “… and you ask—...what's not to like?”

A crude chuckle quakes Draken’s chest with blessed amusement and he press soft, open-mouthed kisses along the heaving curve of your neck, letting his warm tongue come out to taste you and slowly disentangles your fingers off his length, for your attention to be solely on Mikey, who reaches one of his hands down to gently cup your cunt.

“It’s not ideal, of course,” Mikey admits, mindlessly and you gasp at his blatant honesty, hand in hand with his working fingers on you, “-we are not some stupid gang members who don't understand anything,” his words are being muffled by your skin when his lips trace your shoulder, “we also understand that what we did, has consequences—” he agrees, and you realize why he´s one of the most respected leaders among the gangs, “but everything has a solution... if you accept us as yours.”

You groan deliriously when his digits scissor your sensitive cunt. “We´ll give you anything, sweet girl.” A ragged gasp tears through your throat and his back straightens, proudly at hearing your melodic orgasm rip out through your convulsing frame. “Thats it —” he breaths against your ear, “... that orgasm was nothing compared to what awaits you, if you say YES.”

Collapsing against Mikey´s body, he all too pleased holds you, lifting you a little off the floor, patiently waiting for your legs to work again.

“There is nothing you can do—to make me say yes...” you strive for your voice to sound firm but fail miserably, even so, the message is sent... “—nothing.”

“Well, that was disappointing...” Mikey slumps down a little, “but hey! this was my first attempt to woo you—” Oh my God, they had to be kidding... “I'm sure the others will be successful, and soon you'll come back to your senses, ain't that right, Draken?”

Draken nods, “—but that doesn't mean we can't help her to cope, Mikey,” he adds, wickedly.

“Ain´t you smart, baby…” Mikey praises his lover.

“Just...this time... let ME set the tune—” Draken calls dibs.

“By all means, Commander.” Mikey concedes.

Your sarcastic comeback catches in your throat as the tall blond, invasively slides his palm between your buttocks, and his thick thumb breaches the sanctity of your ass.

You raggedly gasp, stunned by his audacity.

“—Don´t...!”

“Shhh... just relax and let me work you.”

Your body fills with wildfire, ladling heat into your lower tummy. The sensation is genuinely mind shattering, no one has ever done something like that to you... not even yourself, the discomfort is too fleeting, only remaining a feeling that you cannot describe.

Your eyes shut tight as your mouth forms an “o” shape, but no sound comes out, and Mikey takes advantage of the moment of blindness to slide his fingers inside your tired slit, thumb designated to your clit, making lazy circles over your vulnerable bundle of nerves.

“It feels—I feel...w-weird,” you gasp out, swallowing thickly and reaching your hand out to rest along the smoothness of Mikey´s neck. He noticeably leans into your touch. “Relax, baby, just let him work.” He advices reassuringly, peeking down at Draken pumping his thumb, in and out of your virgin ass.

Your fingers squeeze gently, ranking your nails among the wet skin you can find. “...I don´t think... I can handle—”

“Sure, you can—” Draken is swift to interrupt you, thick fingers abandoning your spasming asshole to brace you up into his arms, you manage to stay remarkably still for someone who is being forced to straddle and present its ass out.

“I think she´s as ready as she will be.” Mikey suddenly says, speaking to Draken while ignoring your constant pleas for them to stop. “I guess, it´ll hurt,” Draken´s sigh presses against the side of your face, and glimpsing Mikey´s furrowed brows, hurries to add “—but just for a second before she stretches.”

The skin of Draken´s back feels feverishly warm under your fidgety palms as his toned muscles periodically flicker and shine under the slippery gush of water.

“Hold on tight to me, (y/n).” Draken instructs, sliding his palms from your thighs to your ass where he parts your butt cheeks for Mikey to dip the head of his cock inside your butthole.

You have to bite down on your lip, hard and harder, when Mikey suddenly impales you to the hilt in one swift roll of his hips, splitting you wide open in one single sharp thrust, which drags a pitched scream out of you and a highly pleasurable and long grunt, out of him.

“Oh my—….FUCK!” he blasts, out of breath “Oh my fucking god,” his head falls back, gasping deeply.

“...That good?” Draken wonders, firmly holding the sides of your thighs to keep you sprawl, Mikey nods.

“I´m gonna—make her milk me ´till she burst,” Mikey mutters raggedly, before setting a brutal pace, your moan piercingly loud, forcing Draken to cover your mouth. “Easy there, gorgeous, we don't want the whole brothel to wake up,” Draken says, and once he sees your brows starting to smooth again, he takes it as his cue to massage your ass before burying himself inside your cunt to the hilt. This is too fucking much. Your body is reaching a point of overstimulation you had never experienced before and noticing your slitted, crossed eyes, the sub-commander takes a long stilling moment for you to accommodate and enjoy the way you feel so asphyxiatingly tight around them, thanks to how well both are filling you.

“Thi-This...This is definitely it, Babygirl, you are so... so PERFECT.”

“She´s doing so well,” Mikey´s eyes remain tightly shut to be able to last, the slapping of his grinding hips against your ass a constant sound among your pitiful whimpers. “I’m so fucking close,” his voice sounds annoyed, “this kitten´s reaaaaally squeezing down on me, good—Fuck.”

“I know—...Ngh! So, fucking cramped-…. this cunt is...—driving me nuts.” Draken’s long, and awfully thick, every thrust of his fat cock nudges against that spot inside you that makes you see stars.

You feel them sync up, and suddenly each thrust is appropriately devastating to your inexperienced body, not a trace of pain left, just the feeling of being impossibly stuffed. Your mouth drops open, and your eyes roll to the back of your head when Mikey sinks his canines to your shoulder. “M cumming,” and, bites hard to prevent the loud growl when he spills his seed inside you so fucking violent, it makes his legs almost collapse under his weight.

“´Yo still with us, Mikey?” Draken barks a laugh when his leader slumps down into the solid ground with a maniac grin stretching his lips like a wild man. His back continues to rise and fall with quiet, unsteady breaths, clearly passed out from overexertion. “Oh my god... oh my fucking God, Kenchin—...I'm going to burst into happy tears, man.”

“´Yo kidding, right?” Draken reaches up and takes one fistful of your hair to lean your face to his, but you are already half-way numb, and groaning a little, he keeps fucking you, steady and slow.

“Then, you call it a day.” Draken hurries to ask his fallen comrade, hips never faltering, your legs limp at each side of him.

“I, fucking, am—” Mikey grunts, too pleased with the experience to even care.

“So, do I have green light to: do whatever the fuck I want with our kitten?” he smirks, slowing down for a second to rub your back, affectional.

“Sure, man, fuck her stupid... stupider, if that’s even possible.”

Mikey enjoys the show from the wet floor. Draken gives your ass a hard slap which makes you wince out of your numbness, and throws his head back in ecstasy, allowing your gummy walls to embrace him at its fullest.

“’M about to find out.”

COMING SOON PART 7....

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macsimagines · 7 months

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👉👈 I know you mentioned getting asks with similar themes but I can’t help but ask for more because god damn is the angst just… -chefs kiss-

Can the girlies (and by girlies I mean me 😔) get that Kanto!Mikey, Shion, and baby boy Shinichiro headcanons about their s/o trying to leave them because their s/o doesn’t feel good enough?

I swear I’ll give you a better idea someday 😭😭😭.

I did Mikey in a seperate post because his got out of a hand and waaaaaaaaay to big sorry I didn't give these two as much love.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI, PHYSICAL VIOLENCE, STALKING, GASLIGHTING???

Yandere!Shion Madarame

He knows you're insecure, and he loves you, he really does, but he uses it to his advantage. Shion is more worried you're going to be scared and try to run, not like he'll ever let you, but still is very worried about what you might try so he does attempt to play into your worries to make you stay.

"I mean, ya, you can be a pain, but I still like you," he tells you after listening to you fret over how maybe he shouldn't be with someone so weak. What he doesn't say is that he wants to protect you, to guard you and love you because you're just too precious to let go.

But then you go and pull some bullshit. You actually try to break it off... "I-I can't do it anymore, Shion. I just know you need someone who can do more for you and I'm not that person..." and you actually walk out on him like that.

Now Shion would sooner tear out his own eyes than ever hurt you, but your 'breakup' isn't sitting well with him. You figured as much when you see him watching staring at you from your apartment window. He even waves.

And it gets worse from there, because now there always seems to be beatings where ever you go. The nice clerk at the corner store you visit regularly ends up being robbed and thrown out of a window, the jogger you pass by and smile to in your neighborhood ends up being jumped with his kneecaps broken, and even your coworker that always brings you coffee has somehow ended up in accident... People are dropping like flys...

Shion pays you a visit one day. He's actually sitting in your apartment when you get off one night. You're already not happy because you just heard an old friend from high school had somehow ended up with a cracked skull...

But you find Shion just sitting at the foot of your bed... With hands caked in drying blood, smiling at you like you just told him he had won a million dollars.

"How many more?" he asks you, "Wh-what? Shion what're you-" "How many more people are in our way, Y/N? Tell me so I can take care of 'em."

Yandere!Shinichiro Sano

Oh how much this one loves you could bring all the greatest of romantics to shame. Too bad he's such a goofball. And honestly, that suits you fine. You two are perfect for each other like that.

You're both playful, a little silly, and you two have fun together. But then you see it. The importance of Shinichiro Sano. Men, powerful men, come to him for guidance and respect his own authority.

That makes you feel so small. You actually can't believe how many influential people he has at his beck and call, the ones that call him a leader. And where could someone, who's a little bit goofy and a lot of bit awkward possibly fit into his world.

You tell him as much and it almost brings him to tears. "You're just... you're so much more than I am-!" "I am nothing without you! How could you even think that!?"

And you two argue like that all the time, back and forth, about how you know he's too important to waste his time, and how you're too important to loose. But boy does he feel like he's loosing you....

"I gave it all up. I don't need that if I don't have you." "You had it before me, you can't just stop being so important." But he isn't important, you make him feel important...

Once, you tried to mention that maybe he could do better and he reached hysterics. It honestly terrified you, not because he was violent but because you saw that he had the potential to be.

Grabbing your arms in his hands with a crushing grip, one you knew could break bones if they really wanted to, and holding you so tight that you couldn't even budge if you wanted to.

"I don't want anyone else!" he had hissed, "I don't need anyone else! This is it! For you and me!" its no longer comforting words but demands of submission now. Like he needs you to top bringing the topic up altogether.

And you do. Not because you want to or because you're suddenly convinced. But because you're too scared now. You've noticed eyes on your everywhere you go, you even tell Shinichiro about it.

"Oh? Him? He worked under me back in the day. Told him to keep an eye out for you." "Wh-what!? Why!?" "Keep you safe. Keep you from doing something stupid."

You figured you're not the only insecure one....

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere shion madarame #yandere shinichiro sano

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greatlydelirious · 2 years

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𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡

Billy Loomis x F!Reader

wordcount: 6k words

summary: Your boyfriend is another girl’s boyfriend. Safe to say you didn’t imagine your high school love story to go like this. Although it was all for the sake of revenge you couldn’t be more jealous.

warnings: smut, angst, mentions of violence, possessiveness, toxic dynamic, build-up

Today sucked. Correction, every day for the last year seemed to chip away at you. Just like how you were currently picking at the salt on the tiringly bland cracker in your hand. At least this time it wasn’t your skin. Light scars jumped and skipped across your body from all the times you accidentally dug your nails a little too deep trying to put a lid on your emotions.

Although the emotions plaguing you weren’t anxiousness. No; each pick and scratch were futile distractions from the dread and anger that boiled higher and higher as the days passed.

For most of the students enrolled at Woodsboro High School today was just as predictable and mundane as the previous. They lived each day like their last wasn’t looming around the corner.

That wasn’t the case for three students. The trio didn’t only feel the chaos that was about to ensue but anticipated it. Each had a cynicalness that melded with the thrill of danger. Just as every predator did; and you would rather be damned to hell than be the prey to that kind of maelstrom of desire.

Bright light and warmth encompassed the town of Woodsboro as morning gave way to evening. Students from Woodsboro High were out and about with their friends as it was currently lunch and few wanted to stay inside when the weather felt near perfect. Like a calm before a storm; although this one would run red rather than clear.

Jumbled chatter and laughs flowed throughout not only the school grounds but the nearby plaza. Each group had a certain spot they frequented; whether that be a bench, a patch of grass, or under a tree as they conversed and messed around with each other. Six friends in particular were perched on the elevated fountain in the center of it all.

Nothing around you was able to stop the thoughts plaguing your mind. Even though you were basking in the sun and the wind was giving you fleeting kisses across your skin; you were far from content.

Too much and too little were happening all at the same time. The intensity of everything was rushing through your blood like searing lava. Not quite an intense explosion, but a menacingly slow spread.

Adding insult to injury, you weren’t the type to play the long game. It only made you become a ticking timebomb personified by the constant bobbing of your leg.

Oddly enough, the root of your winded-up emotions didn’t lie in the sinister secret that you kept, but in the state of your love life.

Many girls swore that playing “hard to get” added to the appeal and many boys said “the chase” is what made finally getting someone in bed so thrilling. However, in those cases, the two people were only fleetingly entangled together. They never shared heated murmurings about what their life will be like in five years. At this point, those five years seemed long gone.

On multiple occasions, you tried to gaslight yourself into thinking it was all just pillow talk. As luck would have it though, your relationship was not that cut and dry. “Normal” boyfriends gave their girlfriends flowers when they wanted to express their love. Yours promised to drain the blood out of the woman who was coming between you both.

Something thudding against your arm finally pulls you from your musing. A half-bitten apple lamely bounces off and falls to the pavement below your feet. Looking up, you focus a pointed glare on the giggling culprit.

Randy Meeks sat at the end to your left and to your right sat Tatum Riley, Stu Macher, Sidney Prescott, then at the other end Billy Loomis.

“Welcome back to reality sweetheart! How was your trip?” You reach across Tatum to push Stu’s chest. “Real funny dickhead.” He puts a hand over his heart and fixes you with a pout; “You wound me so.”

Rolling your eyes at Stu’s usual dramatics, you try to focus on the conversation happening around you. You’re not surprised when you realize they’re debating over each other about horror movies.

Randy was currently on a rant about female slashers. Context clues you caught on to showed the gist of the discussion which consisted of who was the best one.

“Come on, Carrie and her telekinesis? Game over. One second, you’re joking about a girl’s wonky glasses, and the next you are a human shish kabob.”

“That’s why you have to watch out for what girls you mess with.” Sidney smiles while giving all the boys a pointed look. Randy purses his lips, “I’m a saint, it’s those two you have to worry about.”

The hidden truth didn’t drift past you. What was that phrase? “Hiding in plain sight?”

“How would I ever get a woman to hate me? I have nothing to worry about.” Stu feigns indifference while folding his arms behind his head.

If he gave you a couple of hours you could list the ways.

Tatum scoffs, “Um… Fatal Attraction, hello? You’re Mr. Playboy. Nothing is scarier than a scorned woman.”

“Or a cucked one,” Randy added with a quirk of his brow. While they chuckled, you had to suppress a cringe. That hit too close to home. At this point, the lines felt blurred on who truly was “the other woman”.

“Something about Alex Forrest does make her stand out from the others,” Stu says. Randy scratches his head in mock contemplation, “Let me guess… is it her tits?”

It was Tatum’s turn to throw food as she scoffed and pelted Randy with a grape. “That is so sexist.” Unphased, Randy catches the grape and tosses it in his mouth, “That is the industry baby.”

Satisfied with his heckling Randy nudges your shoulder with his own. “Thoughts and opinions?” Now all eyes were on you. Shrugging the answer came to you faster than accepted.

“I think Annie Wilkes from Misery could give anyone a run for their money.” Randy holds his chest with a gasp, “A girl after my own heart.” The rest of the group nods their head in agreement.

“If you want to talk about scorned woman, nothing is more dangerous than a woman who can’t have the man she loves.” At the end of your statement, your eyes drift to Billy. Of course, he said nothing while staring right back at you. Those unrelenting dark eyes that reminded you of a shark tried to convey something you weren’t in the mood to listen to.

“Hurts, doesn’t it? When the person you adore keeps dismissing you.” You ask him in your head. Not that he would admit that to you anyway. The reason you fell head over heels for Billy in the first place was because he opened up to you about his darkest secrets. Now he barely could get his feelings out without flying off the handle.

The vibe seemed to of turned a little somber by the end of the conversation. Everyone nibbled at the rest of their food while watching the wind rustle nearby greenery.

Sidney quietly pipes in, “Can we talk about something a little less dreary.” As if she just rubbed a genie lamp, her wish is granted.

“All right!” Randy claps his hands while standing up to face the group.

“Let’s cut the shit and remember what matters. Tonight. My place. We are partying it up like brokers on Wall Street. Booze, chicks, costumes, whatever gets you going; we are having a fucking blast.”

Whoops and cheers erupt from the gang at Randy’s proclamation. God knew you could use a good time.

“I can’t believe your parents are trusting you with the house while they’re away,” Sidney states laughing. Randy bats his eyelashes, “What would make you say such a thing? I’m the walking definition of purity.”

Stu turns his attention towards you. “Are you going to bring anybody this time?” The question was normal for the average person, but the twinkle in Stu’s eye meant he knew exactly what he was doing. Pushing your buttons was his specialty.

“Why don’t you bring that boy from math class?” Sidney offers innocently; interrupting the death stare you had trained on the tall idiot to your right.

Tatum nods in agreement. “If you told him to jump, he would ask how high.” Her eyes become soft while still maintaining her smile, “It’s about time you put yourself out there.” You can’t help the small amount of guilt that creeps into your heart at their genuine efforts.

Unbeknownst to them, except for Stu of course, you were already spoken for. To the girl’s dismay, you have been “single” since you transferred to Woodsboro High two years ago. Not that you haven’t been approached or caught a few signals from Randy. Each time you say you’re either “not looking for anything serious” or “very picky about whom you date”.

Before you start drowning yourself in your thoughts again, Randy slings his arm around your shoulder, “Ladies, please. All she needs to be happy is The Meeks, all right.”

Stu puffs out a snort, “In that case, she’s better off alone.” The two boys immediately start to playfully argue back and forth while the two girls giggle, but it gets drowned in the background once again.

There was one person who had yet to add a comment to the conversation. Instead, he opted to stare in your direction while you purposely didn’t spare him even a glance. There was only one person you wanted to be glued to at the party, but that spot was already taken.

Feeling a sudden swell of emotion, you decide to get up. “As much as I appreciate your attempts; I’m perfectly content without a plus one.”

“I mean how long are you going to do that for?”

“Stu-“ Tatum tries to stop him.

“No, it’s okay.” You cut her off quickly. “Some of us just prefer not to whore ourselves out.” A round of scathing “oohs” sounds off as you stare down Stu.

Now he wasn’t just pushing your buttons; he was ripping them off and throwing them in the fucking fountain itself.

“I’m more than content with waiting for the right person to decide they want to get their act together and be with me.” By the end of the sentence, your gaze made its way toward Billy again; which only made the impact of what you said more potent.

“I find that quite romantic actually.” Sidney backs you up. The irony almost made you fall into a fit of laughter. Thankfully, you were too angry to find the comedy in the situation. Your teeth clash together as you watch Sidney lean into Billy’s neck.

Lucky for you, Stu had to give you one final push, “Sure it is, but you can at least look happy about being a loner.” Letting out a deep sigh through your nose you offer Stu a wide mocking smile.

“Oh, I’m just the happiest fucking girl in Woodsboro.” Snatching your bookbag and the previously discarded apple you quickly get to your feet.

“C’mon sweetheart! I’m just joking around!” Turning around you chuck the apple with enough force to make Stu wheeze as you hit him square in the chest. Without wasting another second, you storm back towards the school.

Billy finally decides to pipe in while leaning towards Stu to flick him on the forehead, “Do you ever shut your mouth?”

Papers were strewn across your sheets as you sat on top of your bed trying to focus on something other than Billy Loomis. Of course, that was easier said than done. Not even the masterpiece that is Bram Stoker’s “Dracula” could keep you distracted for long enough.

Love was complicated. Even more so when the one you love is with another woman more than half of the time.

A pang of strange guilt ate away at your jealousy that seemed to sprout horns and a tail. It’s not like Billy wanted it to be this way, but it had to. If anything, you were making his life harder rather than the other way around. The second you came into his life you changed any plans he thought he had secured.

You met Billy after you transferred to Woodsboro High. It started as any cliché teen romance does. You shared some of the same classes, but when you walked through the door, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. The second you made eye contact a fire started to burn between the two of you. One so fierce that it couldn’t just be shrugged off as newfound attraction.

For a year you were simply friends. A title that betrayed the growing tension between the two of you. It was hard to even be in the same room as Billy. Your whole being practically screamed at you to be as close to him as you possibly could. Thankfully any closeness was disguised easily as the whole group was close to one another.

However, like any roaring fire, it was bound to get out of control. Everything came to a head when Billy was over at your house for some late-night studying. Usually, Stu or someone else from the group came with him during these rare sessions, but for the first time, you were both alone together.

The night was going suspiciously normal. That was until out of nowhere Billy grabbed your face to pull you into a searing kiss. Patience was a virtue, and Billy had neither.

In an instant, greedy hands explored foreign skin while two mouths savored each other’s taste. It didn’t take long for things to escalate further. Clothes were torn, moans were swapped, and any control that was holding the two of you back vanished.

You spent the rest of the night arched on your bed as a hungry mouth delved into you and even hungrier eyes never left your own.

For days after Billy contemplated over and over again about what he should do with you. In the end, he came to one conclusion; you were his. “End game” as you now liked to joke while twirling your pinkies together.

Not long after, Billy and Stu decided to let you on what they were planning.

Billy practically tore out his heart for you to hold. When he told you everything about his mother’s abandonment because of what happened with his father and Sidney’s mother; you were aghast. Soon enough his rage became your own.

Was it logical in any sense of the word? No; but love will make you do crazy things. Especially when your mind has already traveled to the darkest places. That’s why you and Billy were drawn together in the first place. Darkness recognizes other darkness and creates an inseparable bond. Even in death.

The sound of a knock coming from your window doesn’t startle you: but adds more fuel to your anger. It must be fun for him to run around Woodsboro doing whatever he wanted. Was that a petty way to think? Yes; but it was still the truth.

Book still in hand you decide to acknowledge the object of your desire and frustration. When you pull back the curtains a dark-haired boy is sitting on your windowsill like a gimmicky magic trick. Instead of pulling up the glass you just stare at him.

“Your mood is macabre.” Billy gives you a smirk as he gestures at your book. If he was trying to break the tension, it didn’t work.

Letting yourself indulge in your foolish heart you flip to the page with a red sticky note and read the quote below it. “I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.” Billy gives you a frown in silent understanding. Bram Stoker could voice your anguish far better than you ever could.

“And just like Dracula, you would make Judas proud with your jaded ruthlessness.” A character flaw that got his beloved killed. You might share that fate with the way things were going.

Billy is noticeably clenching his jaw as he stares at you through the glass. When you make no move to unlock the window he yells from the other side, “I’m not in the mood to play your games!” The irony of that statement makes you impulsively unlatch the window and slam it open. “My games? Do you know how much I’m sacrificing for you, Billy? I’m willing to risk my life for you because I love you! The least you can do is show that you care.”

Before you know it a hard body shoves into yours. In the process, your book falls to the ground and you lose your footing. Strong hands grab your hips before you can fall. With the aid of his grip on you, Billy makes you sit on the edge of your bed.

You tried to push at his chest but a hard squeeze of your hips made you look up. The way Billy stared down at you was almost intimidating as his legs brushed against your knees. He quite literally put you in your place.

“Trust me; I know.” The words come out in a growl. “Are you choosing to forget everything I’m doing for us? Do you think I like following around that fucking brat?”

The metaphorical horns sprout from your head when you answer the rhetorical question, “Well the two of you look real cozy together.” You hiss when his nails start to dig into your flesh.

“Don’t pretend like you’re not playing your part too. Randy? That pathetic fucker in your math class? We both know your innocence is all an act.” Each word is filled with more venom than the last. He was fed up, but you have been for much longer.

Pure anger takes over as you spit back, “You know? You’re right! What if I went around kissing and getting cozy with them then? Anything for the plan remember?” Billy grabs your jaws and pulls you inches away from his lips, “You don’t want to know what I would do.”

His grip was harsh enough to leave bruises. A part of you wanted him to. It was like a souvenir; a physical reminder that you were the only one that could expose Billy’s most carnal nature.

The line between violent obsession and love was so blurred it practically didn’t exist. Wasn’t that the appeal though; the exhilarating high of not knowing if you would be an unrelenting duo or tear each other into pieces? At this point either option was tantalizing.

As if he was thinking about the same prospects, Billy starts to graze your jaw with his teeth. Rapid breaths fan your skin making goosebumps erupt as the anticipation started to build. He trails down your neck till he nips the thin skin at the juncture of your collarbone and shoulder.

“When will you understand you drive me fucking crazy?” His voice edged with a grave vulnerability.

“More than you already are?” Dark eyes come back up to stare into yours, “So much more.”

Before you can heave out a proper response a shrill ringing starts coming from your desk. It takes a little pushing before Billy begrudgingly lets you go.

Rubbing your temples, you pick up the phone. “Hello?”

“Hey! Tatum’s at my place helping me pick a costume for tonight and we need to consult you.”

As Sidney starts talking excitedly about what they are going to wear, you turn your attention back to Billy and nod your head toward your open window. He hesitates until you make the gesture again. Luckily for you, you were too preoccupied for him to get into another spat.

Unbeknownst to Billy, your heart clutches as you watch him leave from whence, he came. Just like usual, nothing was resolved after his surprise visit. Billy got to come and go as he pleased, while you greedily took whatever scraps of attention, he spared you.

Fuck. You were getting angry all over again.

“Did you hear me?”

Shaking your head to clear your mind for the hundredth time today you force a smile against the receiver. “Sorry, Sid. What did you say?”

Sighing Sidney thankfully doesn’t pry and repeats herself, “I think you should wear something red. Put yourself out there.”

“Nothing screams ‘I’m game’ more than red! Oh; and something short! Don’t skimp on that!” Tatum yells from what you surmise is Sidney’s closet.

Maybe they were on to something. “Okay, Billy,” You thought. “Let the real games begin.”

By the time you make it to Randy’s place, the party was already in full swing. Despite how Billy and Stu made fun of him, Randy was good at wrangling people together.

The vibration of the music coming from the house tickled your fingers as you knocked on the door.

Randy opens the door revealing a Hugh Hefner-Esque silken pajama set paired with loafers and a pipe hanging from his upturned lips. How not fitting and fitting at the same time.

“Where’re your bunnies?”

His smile grows, “If I had a pair of ears, you could make it work.”

It was true. Your outfit merely consisted of a red dress that fell above your mid-thigh with a black corset cinching the middle and a pair of black heeled boots with fishnets. The ironic red devil horns adorning your head made your outfit an actual costume. Safe to say you followed Tatum’s advice perfectly.

Randy widens the door to let you in. As you walk in you scan your surroundings. You recognized a couple of people from school and some not so familiar before you found whom you were looking for.

Stu and Tatum were dressed as Fred and Daphne, although you thought Shaggy would fit Stu’s personality better. (hehe) To your petty delight, Sidney and Billy were not in a couple’s costume. Sidney was dressed as a cute witch and Billy was in casual attire.

Spotting you at the same time, your friends excitedly wave at you. Sidney bumps Billy with her shoulder, “Doesn’t she look drop-dead gorgeous?”

“Consider me in mourning,” Billy mumbles into his beer.

Ignoring his muted response, Sidney and Tatum run up to you.

They immediately bombard you with squeals and compliments. Moments like these almost made you second guess what you were participating in. Almost.

“Listen, about Stu-“ Tatum starts.

“Stu is Stu. Don’t apologize on his behalf. On the bright side, I have a free pass to kick his balls in.” Tatum and Sidney giggle as you effectively calm any worries. All Stu was doing was making you feel less and less guilty about that stab to the side coming his way.

Regardless, you had bigger plans for tonight. Plans that included the unsuspecting Randy Meeks lounging on the leather sofa in the living room.

Booze was such a deliciously bad idea. Sure, it had the upside of making you become the life of the party, but the downside was that it made you a little too friendly. Only two beers in and you found yourself sitting on Randy’s lap with your arm secured around his neck as you both looked at the TV.

Everyone was dancing and chatting, but here you were watching a movie in the middle of a house party. The damsel in distress screams as the killer grabs her hair and makes her tumble down the stairs she just tried to run up. “This is exactly what I’ve been saying! Don’t run up the stairs if a psycho with a knife is chasing you!”

Randy’s movie buff passion mixed with the corny scene manages to make you genuinely laugh for the first time today. The sound caught the attention of whom you wanted hook, line, and sinker. Billy’s eyes were pure black as he watched you snuggle into Randy.

He knew exactly what you were trying to do based on your prior argument. To his increasing frustration, it was working.

As you glance toward Billy you try to figure out how to up the ante. After only a minute, a mischievous idea pops into your head, making you smile far too wide. The drunken haze you were in only increased your want to make Billy feel what you feel, consequences be damned.

Tracing your fingers along Randy’s jaw you look up at him through your lashes. “You’re always so passionate about this Randy. It’s so… adorable.” As you draw out your words you notice how his adam’s apple jumps.

Randy tries to laugh it off, “Dumb and Dumber would say that makes me a loser.” Sitting up you ghost your lips against his ear, “I’m not them though am I.” It takes everything in you not to burst into a fit of laughter when Randy’s eyes quickly flit to your cleavage pressed against his chest. “Certainly not.”

His empty beer bottle clunks to the ground in an almost comedic fashion. Swiftly you swipe up the bottle and stand. The second you do so Randy crosses his legs. It’s nice to know you still got it. “I’ll fetch us some more, don’t stray too far.”

You hear him mumble “I couldn’t even if I wanted to” under his breath which makes you snicker. Looking up you hope to feel the victory of seeing Billy’s rage, but the spot he was occupying next to Stu was empty. As you open your mouth to ask Stu where Billy is, he merely shakes his head with an expression you couldn’t read.

Sighing you make your way to the back of the house. Billy must have gone home. It wouldn’t be the first time he had to do that to avoid making a scene. Still, a win is a win.

Flipping the light switch you walk into the dim garage. The hum of the bulb melded with the muffled voices inside the house. You were thankful for the reprieve.

The small set of steps creaked under your boots. Even with the light on, the garage was still dark enough that you had to strain your eyes to find the fridge.

Opening the fridge, you sigh at the cold air that wisps across your hot skin. When you leaned forward to grab two beers a creak made you whip around.

No one was behind you. “Paranoid much?” You ask yourself letting out an exasperated chuckle. It didn’t help that you have been high-strung for the last couple of months. That’s only more reason why you need to get fucked up tonight.

Toasting the air, you chug down one of the beers. You place the empty bottle on the nearby workbench and grab a new one. Swaying slightly, you make it up the stairs again.

Blowing out a breath you scold yourself for your anxiety. How cliché was it to be scared of a dark room? Nothing would happen here of all places.

Unlike before, all the people near the door were gone. Just as you’re about to step out of the hallway a rough hand pulls your forearm. Before you can cry out another hand clamps around your mouth while you’re pulled into a room. The beers in your hand fall victim to the hard floor as they shatter.

The door slammed shut with a bang, but you’re positive no one was able to hear it over the bumping music and cacophony of voices. The breath is knocked out of you when the hard wall meets your back. A hand moves to squeeze your neck as harsh words are pressed into your ear, “I think it’s about time you learn a fucking lesson.”

The familiar voice makes your frantic heartbeat go even faster. When you try to talk back your attempt is muffled by the hand still secured over your mouth. Billy lets out a chuckle that is far from humorous. “You’re so beautiful when you’re quiet.”

The fingers around your neck move to tangle in your strands of hair. You groan at the sharp pain when he pulls your head back. Like the predator he was, he descended on his prey.

Sharp teeth tug and nip at your skin. Each burning sensation is followed by the coolness of his tongue as he sucks over each spot. The pain was synonymous with pleasure as Billy’s cruelty was synonymous with his love.

Desperate for more connection you try to grab at Billy’s shirt. Your attempt is quickly thwarted. Each wrist is caught in his much larger hand. Now that your mouth was free you sucked in much-needed air.

“Fuck you.” His grip turned into pure steel as you made futile efforts to get free. “Don’t worry baby; I plan to.” Rough lips slam onto yours. There was no finesse in the kiss, but you didn’t care. Unsatiated need made you both feral.

The lust mixed with alcohol drove you mad. In retaliation, you bite Billy’s lip. If he wasn’t going to play nice neither were you. You’re rewarded with a groan and a push of Billy’s hips. Now you were so flush together you could feel something hard press against you even through the layers of fabric.

Each grind made you slick to the point of discomfort. Looking down Billy notices the newfound wet spot on his jeans. In an instant, one of his fingers is stroking at your entrance. “This better all be for me.” Of course, it was, but you wanted a fight.

“Why do you care?” The sound of fabric tearing fills the room as your stockings and panties are destroyed. “What the fuck-“ Before you can get your anger out two thick fingers deftly fill you. Billy smiles when you clench around him. “Don’t think I didn’t see you staring at me the whole time. We both know the only man who can satisfy you is me.”

“Prove it then.” Those three words were all it took for everything to go into hyperdrive. Metal clanks as Billy made quick work of his jeans. You almost sigh in relief when his warm length falls against you. When Billy was inside you, you were an extra seven inches.

Instinctively you wrap your legs around Billy’s hips. He is deceptively sweet as he strokes your clit before proclaiming, “I’m going to treat you like the slut your acting like.” With that Billy sheaths himself in your depths. You cry out at the sudden fullness. It had been far too long since you’d been connected like this.

Without giving you time to adjust, he starts pummeling you. Your body feels overstimulated at the sudden flurry of sensation that was everywhere all at once. Billy was so close that every time he pushed into you his groin rubbed against your clit. Hands grabbed and glided over every inch of your body. It was like he was learning your body all over again.

Your moans quickly turned into uncoherent pleas that only made a sadistic smile pull at his lips. “This is what you fucking wanted, huh? For me to fuck you like the attention whore you are?” His words came out through clenched teeth. Each thrust of his hips was harder than the last. When you tried to respond all that came out were pathetic moans.

“Tell me!” Billy was always demanding, but your brain was too scrambled to make a snarky remark. You managed to stutter out a breathless, “Yes.” He buried his face in your neck. Hot breath further warmed hot skin. Your costume couldn’t have been more appropriate.

“I’m going to kill that fucker Randy just for the way he was looking at you.” And you did not doubt that. A part of you looked forward to it. By the way, a smile tickled your neck, Billy felt the way you clenched at his words. Was it love if you wouldn’t kill for each other?

As your bodies melded together you mewled out sweet words to atone for your past disputes. His thrust became deep and slow at your words. A tenderness that felt like whiplash compared to his previous roughness. The pressure deep in your core was building until you were certain it was going to explode any second.

You wanted to scream when Billy pulled out of you, but you were quickly silenced when he dropped to his knees. Your head falls against the wall when his mouth descends on your sex. His tongue lashes out to soothe the tender flash that was just subject to his sensual attack. While Billy’s mouth devoured you like you were his last supper, his fingers stroked your throbbing bud.

His actions sent a silent message, “See what you get when you obey me?”

In seconds you were gasping his name and pulling at his hair. By now the ongoing party outside melted away and all you could feel was Billy. With a cry of his name your orgasm hits like a crashing meteor; the resulting sparks make your vision spotty.

Amid your high Billy gets back up to push back inside you. He groans at the spasming of your inner walls while he chases his release. Grunts and growls spill from him like the animal he ways. All he craved was carnal desire and his blood lust.

After three deep thrusts that made you thud against the wall, Billy pulled you into a kiss unlike any you’d had before. Warmth floods your core as he gives you all the passion you yearned to feel for weeks. You moan out “I love you” like a prayer over his lips. Even the devil had those who worshipped him.

Billy moves so your eyes are inches apart. “You are mine got it? All fucking mine.” Instead of the words coming out harsh, they were nearly a whisper. Not a declaration, but a fact etched in stone. Although it wasn’t the coveted three-letter phrase, it meant just the same.

Billy’s dark eyes pierced straight into your soul in a way that turned you on while simultaneously scaring you. He didn’t just indulge in your body but consumed you. Billy was pure evil wrapped in sin and you were his fallen angel ripe for the taking.

Bonus:

Safe to say you stayed away from Randy for the rest of the night. Half because you more than learned your lesson and half because if you didn’t stay leaned against the wall your legs would collapse in on themselves.

Hanging out on the side, away from the majority of other students, you watch Billy chat with Sidney. He had that wide crooked grin plastered on his face and an arm slung around her. Jealousy should have burst back to the surface, but you knew who was the one that created that smile.

You were so distracted studying every last detail of your lover; you jumped when you felt a solo cup plop into your old one.

“You’re welcome.” You stare up dumbly at Stu as he sips his drink. “For what? Being a dickhead all day?”

“For being the wingman of the century. When the two of you haven’t shacked up in a while you both get all moody and agitating. I fastened the process.” You take a sip of your drink to take in what he just said. When the realization dawns, you dissolve into a fit of coughs.

“You busted my balls not to piss me off, but to help me… get off?”

Stu breaks out into a huge grin, “Bingo! As cute as the longing angst routine is, the stick it shoves up Billy’s ass isn’t so cute.” Stu was Billy’s honorary punching bag when he was in one of his infamous foul moods.

He winks and pushes himself off the wall to make his way toward Tatum. Before he makes it too far, he yells over his shoulder, “Love the new necklace by the way.”

Confused you look down. Your cheeks turn crimson red at the multiple dark bruises decorating your neck and collarbone. You curse and look at whose handiwork this was. Sensing your gaze, Billy scans you up and down. The further darkening of his eyes conveyed all you needed to know. There was more where that came from.

Any and all interactions are greatly appreciated.

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jamiesfootball · 1 year

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Given how closely episode 3 stayed to Jamie’s POV, it’d be interesting to see it explored from the perspective from everyone else on the team. Because I can easily see how to everyone else on the team - all the people to whom Ted Lasso’s ways and support weren’t life-changing revelations to a hurt kid - I can see easily how the others just wouldn’t have the capability of clocking Zava as clearly as Jamie does.

From the teams perspective it’s probably just like having a new Ted (which Jamie was also very resistant to in the beginning). Here’s a likable leader who says nice things and is patient. He meditates in the locker room with us, and together we play soccer and now we win and life is just pretty cool right now. They’re not struggling, they’re winning, and to everyone else they probably can’t see the distinction yet between it being the team’s win vs Zava’s win.

So yeah, unfortunately for Jamie, with no one else looking at the same nuance… his behavior probably does seem like old news / nothing to worry about. Jamie has a problem with them winning? Makes no sense to them- must be a Jamie thing like before (albeit he handled it in a more mature matter and ted is proud of that). Jamie doesn’t want to meditate? It’s okay Zava, Jamie will come around.

And you can’t tell me it wasn’t malignant, Zava looking around the locker room, spying Jamie - the only person IN UNIFORM who didn’t look impressed, who didn’t even stand up for Zava - and asking if he was the kitman.

He knew he fucking wasn’t. He also knew with his skills level, he wouldn’t have to worry about someone like Jamie. Guys like that either get in line with the rest or isolate themselves.

He also was 100% jerking Jamie’s chain when he told him to get open and look for a pass - only to instead power the ball into the net from midfield. That was a power move, and Jamie knows it. But no one else heard or saw anything. No one else is hearing or seeing ANYTHING.

Jamie is the boy who cried wolf. He is the Cassandra of the club. And just like Nate, he’s got people around him trying to gaslight him into thinking the coal mine is safe. And just like in the sewers, he’s the only one with the sense to cover his nose

#jamie tartt #meta #ted lasso spoilers #ted lasso

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dabislittlemouse · 1 year

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Telling yandere!Dabi you’ll never love him and he says, “you really feel that way? Fine. If you won’t love me then I’ll make you fear me.”

What happens next is up to you 👀👀👀👀

Fear me, love..

➛ word count: 2.6k

➛ contains: mature themes, MDNI +18, scroll away if this isn’t your cup of tea ! yandere!Dabi x f!reader

➛ warnings: nsfw, yandere themes, kidnapping, gaslighting, slapping, noncon, overall Dabi being mean and scary. This ended up turning into a fic uwu

➛ tags: @kelin-is-writing @ohnoitsthatonekid @anni3-arts

➛ Reblogs would be appreciated!

You have been warned! Read at your own risk!

The pyromaniac was enamored by you.

The very moment he laid his eyes on you, when you were walking down the street on your way to work, that’s when Dabi knew he had to have you. It could be the possessive urge claim and break things that were pretty and perfect, the opposite of him, or maybe it really was love at the first sight. He doesn’t know, nor does he care to know, as his purpose was to make you his forever. Dabi was a greedy man, and when he wanted something, he’d get it.

And that’s exactly what he did. Since months you’ve been locked in his apartment, in his room, without seeing a ray of sunshine and the outside world again. With tears rolling down your cheeks you keep aksing him why, why he’s been keeping you like his caged pet, and all he answers is that he loves you. He claims that he is protecting you from the outside world, because the world is dangerous for a pretty fragile thing like you. He’d be the one to make you happy instead, getting whatever you want, every kind of jewelry, clothes, plushies, doll you up and treat you like the princess you were, but that was never enough. Dabi knew you still hated him and feared him, but he never gave up, he didn’t just want to claim you as a person, he also wanted to claim your heart and soul, make you fall deeply in love with him. For a while you’d been pliant and obedient, to the point he really thought you might feel something for him, since you didn’t seem to flinch whenever he came close to you or attack him out of nowhere. It gave him hope, knowing that he could finally trust you and let you a bit free, treat you normally, hanging out together as a couple instead of keeping you locked inside like a prisoner.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me lately..” he says one day, fingers gently playing with your hair as his soft azure eyes stare at your lips. “Finally got it inside your little brain that I do love you, huh?”

When you don’t say anything, he grabs your chin, turning your head to him and looking in your eyes.

“You know I’d burn the world for you, Y/N..” he whispers, his lips inches away from yours as you nod dumbly, remembering all the corpses Dabi had left behind him, corpses that belonged to your former coworkers, friends, boys who Dabi suspected that look at you too much. “I don’t like locking you up like this love, truly. I’d really love to take you to places, going on a date, all those gushy things couples do~” he chuckles, kissing your lips softly.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you mumbled, backing off from the kiss. He was insane; did he really expect for you to consider this normal? To be a couple?

The smirk faded off his pale face, his gaze making you nervous as he stayed silent for a moment. He swallowed, licking his lips and titling his head.

“What was that?”

“I-I said.. I don’t want to go anywhere with you” you gulped, looking away from him. Dabi simply nodded, his hand coming to caress your cheek delicately, but his face expression remained stoic. Not even a hint of softness in those eyes as usual, it made you uncomfortable.

“After everything I’ve done for you..” he says softly, his thumb brushing on your lower lip. “It still isn’t enough?”

His hand now grabs your chin tightly, forcing you to look at him as you yelped in fear. “Nobody out there would even piss on you if you were on fire, y’hear me? Nobody out there gives a shit about you. I am the only one who cares about you, getting you everything that nobody else ever could.. and this is how you reward me, Y/N?”

Now you felt your face getting hot from the anger, forcing yourself to get away from his grasp and slapping his hand away.

“Reward you? I didn’t even want to be here, at all! Did you really think buying me stuff would make me love you?” you laugh, angry tears forming in your eyes at this absurdity. “I’ll never love you, Dabi. Never.”

Dabi raised his eyebrows, suddenly stopping in his tracks and just stared at you, your words ringing on his ears over and over. The room was suddenly filled with an uncomfortable silence, as Dabi froze there, empty soulless eyes gazing at you. You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe, his intimidating gaze suffocating you, making you feel small and weak. Then his eyes darkened, a smirk appearing on his face, but it wasn’t his usual flirtatious one, which you suddenly wish it was.

“Is that so?” he grunted, his tall figure looming over yours. “You really hate me this bad huh? Heh, figured..” he says, faking a hurt tone in his voice. Or maybe he wasn’t actually faking, maybe your words really cut deep in his dead cold heart, who knows..

“Alright then, since ya wanna get away from me so bad..” he proceeds to grab the keys of the door, throwing them to you. “Get out.”

You stare at him for a moment, eyes wide in shock, not believing what he was saying. “W-What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself woman. Get. Out.” he snaps. You swallowed nervously, shaky hands grabbing the keys of the front door, the only way out of this, towards your freedom. Dabi leaned against the wall, amused even, watching you walking towards the door. Then his voice made itself known again.

“But..”

There are always “but’s”, you should’ve known it from a man like him. You didn’t really think it would be that easy for you to get out of here.

“You have approximately 20 seconds to get out of this dingy building, love. I’ll count, don’t worry..” Dabi chuckled. “In case I hit 20, and I still see your pretty ass wandering around, not out of the building..” he licked his lips, humming. “Mm let’s just say, you ain’t gonna like the consequences of losing this little game”

Your breath hitches on your throat, your hands sweating and tears forming in your eyes. He was wicked, playing this game of cat and mouse as you sat there, terrified.

“You want your freedom sweet thing? Earn it.” Dabi said harshly, hands on his pockets as he smiled lazily at you.

“One..”

You yelped in fear as he started counting, and you weren’t even close at the door yet. Dabi’s apartment was on the third floor, so it will take you a good time to get down the stairs. Your shaky hands immediately went for the keys, trying to unlock the door and cursing through your teeth as you barely sticked the key inside.

“Two..”

The door finally opened. You let out a relieved breath as you started running down the stairs, as fast as you could. Being locked inside for a long time, without properly walking or running outside, made it difficult for you to run fast now. But this was your only chance to escape, and no way in hell you’d accept losing it.

“…eight, nine..”

Dabi’s voice was now louder, raising it on purpose so it could be heard down to the first floor. The building was abandoned, that’s why he specifically chose it as his personal hideout. You were finally on floor zero, now the only thing left to do was pull the heavy metallic door of the building and finally get out.

If only that was as easy..

Your weak hands grabbed the door handle, pulling as much as you could but no avail. The door simply creaked loudly but it barely even moved.

“… thirteen, fourteen..”

“N-No.. no shit.. shit!” You cursed through your teeth, tears forming in your eyes and heart pounding out of your chest. Dabi was close to 20 and the door was not even opening. At all. You groaned in frustration as your hands hurt from pulling the metallic handle, gasping hard as panic was taking over your body. “Come on..” you whined at the door which refused to move.

“…seventeen..”

It was useless. If Dabi came looking for you, he’d definitely see you pathetically trying to open the door. His words rang through your mind, what would possibly happen if he saw you? Without thinking twice you figured it was best to hide. The building had some sort of basement, where the boiler and many useless things like containers, random boxes, old furniture were dumped there as well.

“Twenty.. ready or not here I come~” Dabi chirped out almost excitedly, like some kid enjoying a game at the park. But the smile on his face was nothing but happy, it was devilish and wicked, fangs ready like a predator hunting its prey. His steps were slow and heavy, as if he was taking his sweet time to come downstairs and get you, while you immediately ran for the basement, trying to be as quiet as possible, hiding inside what seemed an old wardrobe. Hands clasping your mouth, you held your breath, your heartbeat so loud even Dabi might hear them. The tears rolled freely down your cheeks, utterly terrified at the thought of him finding you. You’d never seen him this scary, almost psychotic, he’d always be sweet and a bit forceful towards you but that was all. He tolerated you, a lot. And you fucked up by saying those words.

“Now, now..” Dabi clicked his tongue, eyeing the building’s creaky door barely opened and chuckling to himself, already knowing how weak you are. “I don’t think my little mouse has really escaped, has she? Too bad..”. He headed for the basement, slowly going down the stairs, not bothering to get any flashlight as he could perfectly see in the dark. Your fingers digged on your cheeks, barely breathing and trying your best to not let out any sound at all. Pathetic of you to believe that he wouldn’t actually find you here..

“Y/N..” he said threateningly. “You do know you broke this man’s heart, don’t ya? So mean and selfish you are..” Dabi exclaimed, with only one kick he pushed some of the furniture away with his foot, the loud noise echoing in your ears. “So cruel..” he now kicked at the boxes around, making a mess.

“After everything that I did for you..” he now stops in front of the wardrobe, his grin wide and eyes flaring. You froze in your place, not even breathing at all as he came closer. “If you won’t love me.. then I’ll make you fear me”

With a harsh movement he opened the wardrobe, the door almost breaking as you let out a shriek, crawling on the opposite side while he giggled maniacally.

“There you are-”

His hand pulled you roughly by your hair out of the closet while you screamed for him to stop.

“-little bitch”

With ease he managed to get you up on your feet, and then forcefully throwing you and slamming you on an old wooden table nearby, which resulted in it breaking in the process. Pieces of wood managed to pierce through your skin and making you bleed. Too weak to even stand up, you crawled away from him. Unfazed, he approached towards you, his leather boot stepping on your head as he leaned down, smiling mischievously while you whined in pain.

“Gave you a chance and you blew it away..” he whispered. “Thought you hated me so much you’d have been out by now.. but nah, seems like you wanted this, can’t get away that easily from me huh..”

He pulled you up by your hair again, this time throwing you on an old couch like a ragdoll. You tried to catch your breath, looking up at him with your teary terrified eyes.

“P-Please.. stop, I’m sorry.. I-I didn’t mean it.. Dabi plea-”

His hot palm striked on your cheek hard, almost making you pass out at the brutal force of his slap. And another one on your other cheek, making them all red and puffy with his handprints on them, and your face burned.

“Ungrateful sluts like you need discipline..” he laughs, hands unbuckling his belt immediately. “And I’m more than happy to give that to ya. Now turn around..before I fucking make you”

Not saying any further words, you slowly turned around on your hands and knees, sobbing quietly as he placed himself behind you.

“Ass up.”

You arched your back enough, face down on the dirty couch and your ass shamefully on display, perfect view for him. Burning off your underwear, his hot hand came down your asscheek hard, making you flinch and scream in pain.

“Gonna turn you into a little painslut..” another hard smack on the other cheek. “My painslut. Cause it seems you don’t need my love at all..”

Without a single warning his throbbing cock shoved forcefully between your velvety walls, the pain taking the air out of your lungs completely, no preparation at all, as your mouth fell open, but no scream manage to came out of it.

“D-Dabi.. please stop! It hurts!” you finally manage to say, letting out choked sobs as he pumped into you a few more times. Dabi fucked you only twice, the first time taking your virginity. In both times Dabi was in fact passionate, gentle and caring, making sure you were feeling good even though you’d try to hide it. But now.. now it was completely the opposite, you were terrified at the man behind you, now realizing how much you’ve underestimated him and taking his kindness for granted.

“Hurts, hah? Gonna hurt you real good, just the way you hurt me..” he spits hatefully, gripping on your asscheek harshly and heating his hand up, to the point you started to feel the burn piercing through your skin, totally paralyzing you from the behind at the unbearable pain that he inflicted on you. That would definitely leave a nasty scar, just like the many other ones he’d leave on you this night.

“You’re mine, got that?” he whispers in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck while the brutal movements of his hips thrusted in and out of you. “You belong to me, you were born for me, pretty girl. You were born for me to break you and brand you, my sweet little doll..” You felt dizzy, your body aching and sore to the point all you could do is babble incoherently at his words as he fucked you dumb.

“Fear me, love. Hate me.. say it, c’mon. Tell your man how much you hate him!” he shouted, his hips trembling as he was close to cumming. “Tell me you hate me!”

“H-Hate you.. I hate you..” you stuttered, choking on your own tears. “S-so much.. aaah I hate you!”

“That’s it- oh fuck” he groaned loudly as he came hard deep inside of you, painting your walls white as his seed leaked down your trembling thighs. “Ngh- such good pussy- all mine!”

After a few more pumps, he finally pulled out of you as he enjoyed the view in front of him; you totally fucked out, your body wounded and bloody as pearly cum leaked slowly down your thighs. Fixing his pants, he patted your head gently before heading for the stairs.

“I expect you to come upstairs within 10 minutes.. crawl if you have to..” he smirked as you whined in desperation for him to come get you. Dabi would be lying if he said he didn’t feel bad about doing this to you, for treating you this way, but he had already made up his mind to discipline you real good. That’s the only way you’d listen to him, and maybe one day, even love him too.

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ping-ping-ying · 10 months

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UNO Night

Note: Another game night for the boys! And just like last time, it's chaotic 🤩

The one player who ALWAYS has the best cards

Only uses the draw 4+ or draw 2+ cards on Kaveh unless someone used a reverse card

Gets skipped a lot by Cyno

Hates when he loses to Kaveh and Cyno

Uses the blank rule card on Kaveh the most and it’s always something complicated that makes Kaveh lose his shit

Loses his patience when Kaveh drops back to back skip cards or draw 2+ cards (karmas a bitch)

Played drunk Uno one time and it didn’t end well, it takes a lot for Alhaitham to get drunk so when he did get drunk you best believe the other three take advantage of him even if they’re drunk too

Drunk Alhaitham is more susceptible to manipulation from the others

They made Alhaitham believe he cheated and made him draw 25

He also did a bunch of questionable things that night that he doesn’t remember but the group has photos as blackmail

Him or Cyno always shuffles the deck because Tighnari and Kaveh CAN NOT be trusted

Only cheats when everyone is really drunk

When he cheats he only steals Kavehs cards or Cyno, but mainly Kaveh

Almost fist fought Kaveh for dropping back to back skip cards for every turn when he had one card left

The king of always slamming down draw 2+ cards

Draw 2+ cards feel more petty than draw 4+ cards which is why he loves them (totally not projecting lol)

He always has them, either at the start, middle, or end of the game

Alhaitham is always the victim of his draw 2+ cards

Physically cringes whenever he gets skipped

Has definitely had a psychical altercation with Tighnari over cheating allegations

Let’s be real, Kaveh is never beating the cheating allegations because he does cheat

They throw cards at each other before every argument (him and tighnari)

Has won UNO three times in a row and was accused of cheating by everyone (tbh this time he wasn’t sksks)

BRAGS whenever he wins, Cyno and Alhaitham roll their eyes while Tighnari verbally shit talks him

Complains whenever he gets skipped by Alhaitham ONLY

When he gets drunk, he either talks more than usual or falls asleep in the middle of the game

When he does fall asleep, Alhaitham or Tighnari would steal his cards despite Cyno’s objections

Quite literally hates the swap hands card, even more than the skip card

Kaveh is always ready to trash talk anyone who beats him

Hits Alhaitham whenever he is grabs a good card, it’s a little habit he has and Alhaitham doesn’t really mind it as long as it doesn’t hurt him

#1 Cheater !!

It’s hard to cheat in UNO but Tighnari always finds a way to do it

His victim is always Cyno, any skip, draw 4+ cards are always used on Cyno

Doesn’t use any of those cards on Kaveh, cheaters stick together

Argues with Cyno over the dumbest shit, making Cyno want to just shove a bread roll down Tighnaris throat

When Cyno accuses him of cheating, Tighnari gaslights him into thinking that he is the one cheating and toit works half the time, it makes Alhaitham and Kaveh giggle

Has gotten into a pyschial altercation with Kaveh (both were drunk) and ended up being kicked out of the tavern, they both blamed Alhaitham and Cyno (who stayed to finish their game)

His favorite card would definitely by the rule card,

He creates the most OUTLANDISH rules for only Cyno to follow

Hates getting skipped (and pouts whenever he does get skipped)

Tighnari keeps the UNO deck at his residence, so he can mark cards (cheater <3)

Alhaitham targeted Tighnari one night and he lost eight times in a row, making the fox boy storm out the tavern

Has a terrible poker face, right next to Kaveh

Whenever he has the rule card, his ears twitch, and Cyno has to mentally prepare himself for another outlandish rule

Cyno figured out Tighnari’s marks on the card and he was banned from keeping the cards at his place

Whines and complains to Kaveh after every match if he loses to Cyno or Alhaitham but mainly Cyno

Stickler for the rules

His favorite card would have to be the wild cards

Those cards have saved him on so many occasions so he treasures them

Doesn’t argue but will get snippy with any of the three if he’s frustrated or losing

Targets Althaitham and Tighnari most nights but mainly Tighnari

Rarely gets drunk, but when he does (like Alhaitham) he’s easily manipulated into the other threes deceptions

Has shoved a bread roll down Tighnari’s throat one night for instigating an argument between him and Alhaitham

His least favorite card is the draw 2+ card, he doesn’t see the need for it so he never uses it unless he has to

Cyno is usually quiet, but on game nights he’s actually very talkative

Talks shit in the most eloquent way and it makes Tighnari cringe

Almost got into a psychial altercation with Alhaitham one night over a draw 4+ card (yes they both were drunk)

Will never admit it but he likes when he gets skipped, it gives him time to strategize his next move

It’s a no brainer but he has never cheated ever, even though he HAS thought about it a lot but he never goes through with it

The cards are kept at his residence and removes all the marks on the cards

Loves when Alhaitham loses to him, Tighanri too but mainly Alhaitham

Laid back when playing UNO, unlike how he in during BINGO nights

I am so sorry you had to wait 4 months for a new post! I am slacking so bad rn skssks. It's because I've been going through some changes mentally and psychically that consumes my whole day and leaves me unmotivated to write anything. But don't worry, I'm coming back, slowly but surely! I got some Jujutsu Kaisen stuff in the works in honor of season 2, so stay tuned for that!!

-Ping Ping

-07/23/23 8:09pm

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betterfettered · 10 months

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Hi love your blog BTW ❤️. I noticed in a lot of you answers you mention a "before it got bad" type of situation and it made me wonder when did it get bad was it more of a you didn't even realize it ws bad till its too late? Could you give a specific moment where it would be obvious to the MC that something is wrong with how the boys live her?

Idk if you have a character limit, but if you do, you can choose whatever characters give you the most inspiration (+Levi cuz he my favorite)

Anonnamin I love this question it's so unique!! I had a lot of fun thinking about this. 🤩 I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it!

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere; please tell me if there's anything non-gn about the reader)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(small weight loss mention in Beel's)(18+ readers only please, mdni)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

+Yandere!Lucifer would probably tip you off that something is not right when he harshly punishes you for something that isn't dangerous or harmful, more just not what he said to do. It might be, for example, he told you not to stay up playing video games with Levi and you do so anyway. The situation is pretty safe (as long as Levi is not also crazy about you...) and as long as you get up on time for school he'll probably just scold you a bit, right? Wrong! He'll hold you back as the others head to school, make you strip all of your clothes off and then flog you for your indiscretions until you start to cry and then a little more, until he believes you when you say that you will not disobey him again.

When you got to school you'd be sitting in class next to one of the brothers who is really concerned about why your eyes are puffy from crying and you look like you're in pain, meanwhile you are trying to put together what you did that was so wrong and why Lucifer took it to this extent. This kind of situation would be a big red flag that something is not right.

+Remember in the first game when Mammon and MC had to pretend to break up in Simeon's cafe? The first red flag for Yandere!Mammon would probably be him seriously saying stuff like this because he's usually pretty shy about expressing his affection and is kind of always goofing around. I don't think he'd be able to stay angry and would probably get whiney with his demands, but the growing sense of possessiveness and jealousy expressing itself to you more seriously and the limits he would try to impose on your behavior would be a sign that things are slowly changing for the worse.

+To be completely honest I don't think Yandere!Leviathan's attachment to you would ever seem quite normal LOLOL, but the first true red flag would be him insisting that whenever you two spend time together, it's in his room. Normally he could appreciate like, a trip to the zoo or going to a concert together, but your outings being interrupted by running into the brothers or Diavolo or Simeon or Solomon etc etc would start to make him so jealous for your attention that he only wants to be with you in his room, while he's holding you in place with his tail and tugging off your clothes so he can put you into the latest lewd outfit he bought you online. It'd be slow going because of how his hands caress and squeeze and linger. He'll also start asking what you are thinking about pretty constantly because he's worried that it is someone else.

+With Yandere!Satan, you would notice a different kind of anger start to emerge as the first red flag. Normally when he gets angry, it's spontaneous and out of his control. With you, his acts of anger would start to be more and more premeditated, calculated, precise -- punishments instead of lashing out. He is almost always thinking about you, so his angry thoughts have time to become more organized into an impulse to put you properly into your place relative to him. If he feels like you're his lesser, he feels more in control of the situation and it's easier to manage for him instead of him becoming a blushing, stuttering mess whenever you do something that really makes him swoon. This dominating personality would show in things like him insulting you, him pointing out your relative weakness to his, or him wanting to play some "games" with you. One of these games might be for you to kneel on the ground while wearing a collar he forced on your neck and you bark, roll over, or sit at his command. If you're feeling rowdy enough to disobey he beats you until you remember the rules. Pretty fun, right?

+With Yandere!Asmodeus, the first red flag would be that you notice he says stuff that is completely untrue about your relationship with a totally straight face. If the night before, he was holding you down and licking the tears off of your face while fucking you, the next day he would laugh about how shocking it is when you throw yourself at him like you did yesterday. If you looked confused or said that that isn't what happened, he'd just tell you that you don't need to be embarrassed about being assertive. There would be no way to get through to him. You may even notice it about smaller things, too, like him sending you selfies and saying you asked for them when you didn't.

+There might be small flags here and there with Yandere!Beelzebub, but the way you would notice something is very wrong is when you say or do something that convinces him that he needs to protect you. At that point it's all over. It would most likely be that you hurt yourself, but it could also be something like you not getting enough sleep or losing weight or hanging out with people he doesn't like. At first, he'll be glued to your side, but then he will realize that what you really need is to be safe and sound away from all of the dangers of the Devildom.

Beel thinks "kidnapped" is a strong word when all he's doing is keeping you somewhere where he can keep an eye on you and take care of you. He knows that in the future you will be better behaved so the shackles won't be necessary, so for now they are a temporary measure. For your safety :)

+I think that with Yandere!Belphegor, you might not notice any red flags until it is too late. I think he's a pretty self aware yandere and knows that the things he wants to do to you are not normal, so he is usually strategic in how he goes about satisfying these urges. He is also spoiled in general, so you might mistake some of his behavior for him being used to getting whatever he wants. But letting him have his way is a slippery slope. At first when he insists on sleeping in your bed with you, you think it's perfectly fine, he always shares beds with people when sleeping, and when he always demands you are in the bed with him at a certain time, you can understand because he does need a lot of sleep, and after a while when he starts wrapping his arms around you and pulling your body right up against his, his lips against your neck, you guess it's okay because it's just cuddling, and then a week later when you're confused about why his tongue is in your mouth, you think to yourself that there's nothing wrong with a good night kiss and just ignore the way his hands are trailing all over your body. Then it's been a few months and you wonder how things ended up like this, with him angrily fucking you and calling you a disgusting slut for walking to school with Lucifer that morning and gripping your neck so hard you feel like you can barely hear him. Looking back, you will find it hard to pin point any one red flag of when thing truly started to get out of hand.

So, do you agree with me anon? Or maybe you think it would be a little more obvious before then? Let me know what u think

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