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kimsmuse · 9 months

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yandere dilf !!

this was written in gaps, so im not that confident about it?? but here goes nothing. also i fucking love dilfs god. get me a dilf please.

also this was inspired by this one man i saw on my way to my uni admissions and he was there for his daughter 💀 put me in jail fr

the dilf here is in 40s something and the reader in early 20s n i think she switched universities to do her master’s (if you do not like this type of thing please look away <3)

gender neutral!reader (it might be implied femal but the pronouns are they/them) 1.7k words. warnings for age gap yandere behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, obsessive behaviour? dilf is a delusional yandere fr.

yandere!dilf who is (clichè i know, please look away but this is the best thing i can think of) your father’s friend, but not best friend or anything because he lives in another city, but oh you’re moving there for uni and your parents can’t think of anybody else to contact so they call him up !!

but he’s busy when you’re moving so he can’t help :(( oh but did i tell you he was the one who chose that apartment for you to move into?? it was so close to him and his friend said to keep an eye on you so he chose the one which wasn’t even like 5 minutes away. and he wants to be of help to his friend so bad but these board meetings and stuff ://

best believe that when he’s free he’s at your apartment with a bunch of new home essentials, a few groceries that you might need, and this man is ringing up your door. now neither of you had seen each other, heard about the other from the common point that was your father, yes. but to open the door and be in the presence of a man that is that gorgeous?? and he’s just wearing sweatpants and a tshirt?? god.

not to mention a thin chain around his neck that leads to inside his shirt…. kill me really.

anyway, but he’s equally taken back because um, this was his friend’s kid. literal kid. he shouldn’t be thinking about how alluring your appearance was, get your head straight, he tells himself, as you invite him. aren’t the shorts too short….

if sexual tension could have been visible, man would your apartment be full of it.

but he’s nothing but resisting, it’s how he has been single for so long, it’s not that he doesn’t like commitment, but… he likes to tell everyone that he just hasn’t found his The One yet.

“the apartment has come together nicely,” he says as he looks around and it is, you’ve done a great job at it and it reflects the type of person that he assumes you are.

you ask him if he wants something to drink? and he politely rejects your offer, he does not want this thing to escalate because knowing his track record, he can’t stand a minute more near the kitchen island and not think about bending you over, and that was normal for him but god, snap out of it, this is half your own age, he thinks to himself.

and you want him to stay, but again, it is quite fucked up to think about being fucked by your father’s friend and someone your father’s age.

“here,” he gives you all the stuff he brought with and kept it. “that’s all, i have some work i need to do so i’ll take your leave now,” he starts to leave when he looks back again “and, um, my number,”

to which you blush, but remind yourself, it’s only like an authority figure, nothing else. and he tells you his own address, in case there’s ever an emergency.

that is how it begins, and your father leaves a message for him, “please take care of them,” and he acts like it’s a burden but he’s overjoyed inside, he has an excuse…

anyway, fast forward to you starting university, getting a social circle, and he visits you weekly, awkward and short visits but you’re just glad he can grace your apartment like that, you even light up your special candles around for him to notice, and he does, but you don’t know how hard he’s just trying so hard to not snap.

when it’s been almost an year or something, he finally thinks he should sit down or you’ll catch on to him or something (little does he know that all you though of it was the fact that men like him are always busy.)

“so you’ve settled in okay?” he asks, as if the cctv installed outside your door doesn’t already tell him that you bring a steady flow of people home, friends.. un-friends and people he was genuinely jealous of. he was jealous of your friends too, because he desperately wanted to stay platonic with you and he didn’t know how they did that.

the conversation flows from one point to other and suddenly you ask him, “are you married?” and he looks startled at the question so quickly begin to apologise, you did not mean to overstep any boundaries.

“uh, i don’t know, i just haven’t found someone who i would like that much, i guess,” if the tension before was a lot, this was the worst it could get.

he leaves abruptly again, and you watch from your balcony as he pulls his car out of the parking and out, wishing he stayed sometime.

what you did not know though was the fact that the yandere was fully invested in your life, your friends, your daily errands. but this was what taking care of you meant, right?

the last straw came to him when you were at a party, frustrated by the lack of response that older man was giving you, you were desperate to get laid today even if you would end up being upset over the fact that it wasn’t him. but unknown to the fact that the yandere just had this.. odd feeling today? that he has to follow you and when he got to know it was a party? parties are never good news.

and he’s almost dozing off 2 hours later in his car, parked safely at a distance when he think he hears your voice. and sure enough when he takes a peek out, across the street is you, and wait, is that a guy following you.

“i was just kidding i really don’t want to go home with anybody tonight.”

he gets out of the car silently, and the guy who is insistent on getting his dick wet by specifically you, a statement which makes his blood boil, is too busy persuading you to notice the punch that the dilf throws at him from behind. the yandere doesn’t think about what you’ll ask about how he got there and stuff, this was serious and it only reaffirms his ideals that yes, he had to make sure you were safe and he had to follow you, god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t there.

as soon as the guy is knocked out, he looks at you and you look up at him surprised, your mouth forming an ‘o’ but noticing the haze in your eyes, he can feel relief inside.

“you’re here!” you exclaim and you are drunk, he concludes as you hug him. he might actually burst but he feels euphoric right now, as if he could cry, it was like he had this actual fear, what would he do if something happened to you? it was no longer the responsibility or the feeling of being answerable to your dad.

don’t worry after that, he drives you home, but his home. he has to make sure you’re safe at all times, right? what if someone decided to rob your place? or… the guy from earlier? what if he got your address from one of your friends? he couldn’t imagine it.

so there might be a change in plans, you don’t need to tell your dad yet though, or anybody. in fact, you might not need to go out at all. he made more than enough to sustain, and keep you safe, take care of you, like your dad asked, and he is nothing but a loyal friend, isn’t he?

now let's dive into little specifics, shall we?

yandere dilf is completely smitten, he was the first moment he saw you but right now you're at his mercy, and it gave me a hysterical kind of high.

and he is so so convinced that he's doing what he can to protect you and this is allthat can be done, there's no other way!

he brings you bits and pieces of news that are the most terrible of them all - murders, rapes, all of the worst stuff, so you realize how much of a favour the yandere is doing you by protecting you.

and your dad? as far as he's concerned, you're still going about your daily routine, there’s nothing wrong with it. he makes you call him because he doesn't want to deal with his friend, not yet.

yandere dilf is caring but he's also really short tempered, if he brings you food and you eat it silently without saying anything, he'll snap :(( because you should have said the food was good or you were happy that he brough you that, right?

but he realizes his fault quite soon, he was mature, he shouldn’t act this way with you. and he apologises, someone tell this man an apology means you would try not to do it again. because he does, he keeps on repeating the cycle.

at first you were completely opposed to whatever this weird idea was, but slowly you gave in, when you realized the heights he had thought all of this through to, all you could hope was someone to notice that this wasn't normal and help you. well, someone to notice and try to help you and not be bought off by the money that the yandere dilf gave them.

yandere dilf coddles you; at first this is how he got to break your shell, he patted your head when you did something good, something like eating, drinking water. and you loved it, as much as you hated to admit it, sometimes it felt like you put in so much efforts in your daily life to get people to love you, that it felt like a relief that here he was praising you for doing the smallest of tasks.

yandere dilf does not fuck you. he keeps himself in control, he does not even touch you if you're angry or upset at him, but he knows a few ways and he's bringing you around slowly to the idea of a you and him together creating an us.. he's getting there slowly and surely.

just… please.. don't try to escape or anything, that would really set the process back… or would it accelerate it…?

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haet-sal · 9 months

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kimsmuse · 10 months

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yandere rich kid !!

not really a kid, just a spoiled brat.

gender neutral!reader, obsessive behaviour, blackmailing, mentions of drunk driving, implications of sex but no real smut TT. if you want to talk about yanderes my inbox is always open <33

i was thinking about mingi of ateez when i wrote it so you can imagine him as the faceclaim (v v optional)

very rough idea but !! yandere nepo kid who is The Wild Kid, he’s his parents' and siblings' worst nightmare, partying like its his last night, hooking up right and left.

just imagine like early 2010s justin bieber but, um, no hate to him, but better.

this guy isn't evil or cruel or anything, he's just numb, and he's doing every possible thing that comes his way to just feel something, anything he can.

drugs? nothing. alcohol? nothing. nothing makes him feel like the people he sees in the movies, he tries talking to so many people, sleeps with them, but he can't feel it.

and it becomes increasingly uncomfortable for him inside his own body, he's aware of the things that are happening, his parents being disappointed, threatening to write him off their will but he can't seem to stop himself.

club after club, every bouncer knows him, the bartenders know his order, accurate down to the T because they know what's going to happen if they don't.

and enter you. okay, okay, this seems wattpad-ish but its not like love at first sight or anything. because when you and your friends sneak in to the vip section, the least of your worries is the nepo guy.

your friends seem to have an instant attraction to him, thanks to his entertainment news headlines. "famous business tycoon's son gone wild!" and what not. who doesn't want their name attached to a guy like that? everybody who doesn't have an ounce of rationality in their brain!

but he had other plans for tonight, he was spiralling, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to sit here normally and pretend his insides weren't burning. why was there no comfort for him?

he dreaded going home and waking up, looking at the clear disappointed looks of his family. he wishes he was different too, he wants to say to them.

the dance floor clears as the night deepens and soon enough your friends have abandoned their idea of getting laid by him, their patience running out as they grab some other people to take home.

you’re trying to get yourself a cab when he brushes past you, looking back briefly to apologise but when he is a bit ahead, he turns back again and offers you a ride, which you politely refuse, “thanks for asking but i’ll get a cab soon enough,”

okay, then he’ll wait with you! he doesn’t have anything better to do and he’d be going against the way his parents raised him (as if he hasn’t done that enough) if he left you out here alone so late.

after about 20 minutes of standing, looking through various taxi apps, you give up and take him up on his offer, and all the while our rich, spoiled yandere is figuring out what he’s feeling, it was out of basic courtesy that he offered you a lift but now that you’re sitting beside him in his car, he feels like he’s breathing in a new kind of air.

and you swear you didn’t mean to, but maybe its your hormones and the disappointment that all your friends got someone they went home with but you didn’t.. so as soon as you’re in the car, you give him The Look. and while normally the guy would just take it to his backseat, something in him stops him. instead he says, “my place isn’t far,” you nod.

when you regain your senses, it’s too late. it’s the next morning. but thankfully, he was the last person to ask you about what you both were after last night, and the last person to want to “see you again,” so you try your best to get dressed as his sleeping form just lies there peacefully. he’s cute, you admit that.

a few days pass by and you’re thankful that this wasn’t like the other times where his photos and the people he was with would be all over social media, so you went on with your life normally, attending classes, studying and all the jazz.

when once out of thr blue, when you’re working the counter at your part-time, he’s there. he gives you a small smile as you become increasingly uncomfortable. “hey,” you greet him awkwardly.

“i wanted to talk to you… about that night,”

and believe it or not but that’s when your entire life changes. the guy who didn’t even know your name was suddenly there asking you for a bit if your time and the manager obviously obliges, is even eager for it, the publicity that it would get the cafè ….

but yeah, as i was saying, he’s going to come up with a “will you date me?” it doesn’t, matter if he doesn’t know your name, he’ll learn, he’ll learn everything about you, he was willing to, didn’t that count? “please, give me a chance, you won’t regret it, i swear.” and you gulp, okay…

and after that, he’s driving you home from work, home from dates he’s taking you out to, and home from even your college which isn’t even a 5 minute walk from your apartment, and although it’s supposed to feel like “dating” you can’t help but feel a little awkward around him, the fact that he was doting on you like no one ever had in your life and seemed to be perfectly fine with whatever you wanted was just a little off putting.

for the yandere, it’s as if he’s been reborn, it’s as if he found a new purpose at life, he’s so overjoyed at the fact that he was looking for a sign and god actually gave it to him. it was you! he felt everything then, he felt heart beating in his chest, he felt the rain on his face, it was everything h ever wanted.

“this is NOT the guy from the headlines, y/n, this is his twin or something,” your friends were collectively shocked.

even the media was. they wrote articles and articles on if this was just a new stunt or has the resident playboy actually settled down? and they were snooping around your life too, and when the guy went to his parents to help stop that, his parents were delighted to hear that their son wasn’t asking for a new car but instead to help protect a person’s privacy?? who was he??

but they helped, obviously. not without a catch though, they hired a private investigatior to spy on you, were you blackmailing their son? who are you? they weren’t opposed to him finding love, they just wanted to make sure he was safe and not being taken advantage of. when you turn up clean and the investigatior lets them know that you aren’t even in a bit of love with him as much he is, his father is scared.

so he hires the same investigator again, it’s safe to say that money the private investigator made on these two tasks was enough to suffice him for the rest of his years.

and his father decides to pay you a visit, “please, this is the first month since he started middle school that i haven’t been spending on people to keep their mouths shut and to not file cases aainst him, you’ve truly changed him,”

you’re a little uncomfortable again, being this person wasn’t someone you wanted to be, jsut be reduced to beng someone who fixed him, he was nice, yes, but you did not want a relationship right now, let alone a serious-committed one.

then the father takes out his trump card, “…i did not want to do this but,”

he knows where your parents live, your siblings’ workplace.

“so, play along, okay?”

and the worst thing is that, you can't even call the police on one of the richest men in your country.

and as if this problem wasn’t enough, it isn’t even been 3 months and your friends have entirely stopped talking to you. why? well, because, you can’t even have a sleepover without that guy calling you every hour, asking if you ate well, are drinking enough water. and you don't blame them, you wouldn't have liekd it if you were in their position as well.

when you try, (keyword, try) to talk to him about it, he gets super sulky… what do you mean you're bothered by being left alone by your friends? you had him… wasn't that enough?

even at your part-time, it was getting uncomfortable, the times he would just sit in the cafè, working (yes, he even agreed to take over his father's company fot you) and while he obviously paid for his drinks, it was just concerning to the people you knew that he was fliterally following you around, that wasn't healthy.

you have an intuition it won't work, but you decide to give it a try anyway. "hey, we need to talk," you text him. and there’s a response in not even seconds, “what’s wrong?”

“just come over,”

you best believe he’s there in not even 10-15 minutes, and he’s panting too. couldn’t even wait for the lift, his precious darling needed him.

“listen.. i,”

“what?”

“i don’t think this is….working out,”

“what?”

“don’t freeak out-“

“freak out? are you kidding? i.. love you, how isn’t this working out?”

“you’re way too controlling,”

“i’m what? do you know how many peole would kill to be in your place, and people who would want their boyfriends to be like me? nd you say i’m ‘too controlling’?”

“it’s…”

“you have no idea how grateful you should be to me,” you’d never seen him so… angry and it was like you could see the comments being true. “he’s so rude, acts so entitled,” being true.

“don’t look at me like that, i tried my best to appeal to you in a way you should have liked,” he hangs his head down.

“now we do things my way,”

kiss your freedom, part-time, college and apartment bye bye, because you won’t need it anyway, you’ll be his spouse, and there’s no bigger qualification than that. you desperately want to work? be his assistant, he’s getting ready to take over the company soon enough. his parents do see it, the things he’s doing but they can’t interefere, at least he’s staying out of the headlines, that’s all that matters.

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kimsmuse · 3 months

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yandere coworker !!

i don't remember who i got the idea about this from but i just thought of someone who wasn't like too older to the reader yet in a powerful and manipulative position.

also i wrote this back in july lolol someone give me back my ability to write or else i'm doomer completely

this is very very rough but it’s hard to say if i’ll ever write this whole thing, but let’s talk about something.

no warnings except typical yandere content, mentions of drugging and manipulation. don't ask me the word count but this is just a short thing that just popped into my head at one point.

yandere coworker, who’s in love with as soon as you stepped in the office as a new recruit but love at first sight is cheesy, so he dismissed it as some casual admiration. but when his boss calls him to his office and asks him to teach you the ropes of the job, he’s internally screaming on how something like this is literally a sign from god himself.

and he talks to you, jokes around because he can see you’re nervous but there’s no need to be nervous, darling. (it’s all in fun and games that he’s calling you that, obviously) because you’re more than capable of doing it, it’s not a very hard job and even if you do mess up, there’s no reason to worry because he’s one of the seniors here, and he’s going to excuse it no matter how bad it is. (doesn’t tell you the whole part, just that he’d manage if you made a mistake. it’s okay, darling. everybody makes mistakes, even he did)

yandere coworker who is more than thrilled to find out you’re great at your job!!! (kinda disappointed tbh that he doesn’t get to coo over you making a mistake and then using it to get an upper hand 😔 but it’s okay there’s going to be plenty of opportunities he’s sure of it)

he takes you out to dinner for doing such a great job!! you’re truly one of the most efficient workers in the office and this, in just under a month! isn’t that wonderful? his darling is so intelligent! but as you talk to him over dinner, it opens a side of an informal relationship with your coworker, you both have inside jokes that you can remind each other of, even during the weekend and which gradually turns into hang outs with just the two of you and you insist on the fact that you both are “just friends” to your own friends, who obviously don’t buy it. but you feel guilty about it because your coworker has been nothing but nice and respectful and maintained his boundaries with you, he doesn’t even feel that way about you!

the turn of events come in the form of a new guy, an intern that you’re required to train and you’re more than happy to because it’s something that your coworkers didn’t get an opportunity on, even with their years of working with the company and you landed in about 6 months. ofcourse it’s your hard work but it’s also something our yandere coworker helped in, put in a good word about you. made sure you got the job and the increase in pay that came with it.

but god, oh god, how he wishes so bad that he’d thought it through as he walks around the office (instead of sitting in his comfy cabin. oh, the things jealousy makes you do) in the echoes of your laughter as the intern makes you laugh. what did he say that was so funny? and why weren’t you working? did you lose your professionalism for this guy? this guy who hadn’t even been here for a day? pathetic. he did not expect his darling to do that.

after about 3-4 days, he can’t physically take it anymore, he has to do something about it. now he knows he can’t say anything to the intern or else he’ll get scared or something. so he calls you in his cabin.

“all the other staff is complaining about your and the intern's disturbance, my dear, please keep it low. and maintain professionalism, okay?” you nod your head. he had never talked to you like this before and it took you a little back that the people you called friends had been backbitching about you? because you had been nothing but nice to everyone around. but you nodded, you thought you might have been stepping over the line. but what you didn’t know is that none of the coworkers had even noticed, they were doing their own job, so tangled up in their stress and why would they rat out one of their own?

you minimise contact with the intern as soon as he knows what to do and keep it to a subtle wave for a “hi,” and “goodnight,” he notices but he thinks that you were being nice to him in the initial days as a way of welcome and he’d heard so many horror stories about coworkers not being nice to each other that the fact that you weren’t at least bullying him made him thankful.

your office friends try and invite you to dinners and karaoke afterwards but you just can’t bring yourself to go because you were already so reserved and closed off but then you find that the people you actually trusted had been complaining about you made it difficult to pretend that it was all okay. because it had been just them for you as friends, since you spent majority of your time with them.

so nowadays it was just walking home early, ordering some food, watching something and then heading to sleep. which was perfectly alright for you, you didn’t need the hangovers that came with drinking on weekdays. and on the weekends.... it got hard but there was music, there were books to read, it kept you busy.

that’s when he texted you.

your yandere coworker was around your flat, could he come over.......? his formal and passive aggressive tone still repeated in your mind, but it wasn’t his fault. he had to do his job. so you gave him a green signal. “yes, sure,” and deep down you’d been craving company so much.

when while talking how he mentions how he doesn't have an instagram account yet, (and he needs one to stalk you btw) you just laughed and he made a joke on his age, it wasn't his fault he was not up with the trends. you offered to help him set it up and show him the ropes. and as you do that, set up a username, find some accounts of interest that he might like, he finds your adorable features all focused so cute!! and you're doing it for him so he gets up and decides to get you something to eat from the shop downstairs!!

but, um, this was really careless on the yanderes part because. how the fuck do you leave your phone w someone else? and when you have an entire album full of photos of that someone else which aren't even taken from the ones you've posted but its a photo of you from one of your work gatherings which you don't even remember this guy attending! and so many photos from the same angle after that, from his cabin to your cubicle...

being a boomer really sucks because this would not be a problem for me i know of a thing called a secure folder so !!! <3

but yes, back to it, when he rings the bell, you panic, you can't not open the door, right? and even if he had been clicking those pictures or whatever, he hadn't proved harmless yet. and what if its just a crush he's clicking pictures of. sometimes people did that. it was normal, wasn’t it?

the yandere might be delusional but you give him a run for his money if your job was having delusions !!!

but as soon as he goes home that night and looks at the tabs opened on his phone (he‘s not that much of a boomer that he won‘t know what recent tabs are) he's scared and when he connects the dots to your offputting but not so much that he would actually suspect it behaviour. it made sense. he sat down for a bit - beating up his table and running his hands through his hair, how could he have been so careless?

he realizes with a sigh that he needs to work quickly now, if he ever wants to have a chance with you. it's now or never. and yandere coworker is anything but someone who backs down from a challenge.

so what he's going to do is simple, he's going to invite you over, preferably in the next 2-3 days to try out this new recipe, and he's gonna knock you out then, (he's sorry it has to be that way) and as for the rest he's quite confident he can make you fall in love with him quite easily!

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kimsmuse · 10 months

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yandere childhood friend ♡ !!

gender neutral!reader. 1.7k words. warnings for irrational obsession for the reader. i'm not sure what it is but the guy is very, very delusional. i'm not sure what to think of this piece, but this one goes out for 🤏🍷anon, i loved the yandere drummer you drew so much so i hope you like this :) !!

“here,” you bring the flower to his face but he’s still annoyed. lately, he’s annoyed by almost everything, was teenage so bad? you wouldn’t know yet. your best friend is almost 2 years older than you and only holds the position because you've been practically be forced to get along with each other, courtesy of your family being great friends.

he scrunches up his face. “i'm allergic, you should know that.” he responds, not even looking up from his homework. “make me a paper bouquet, then we’ll see.”

the first time you realized that you liked your bestfriend was the first time that he realized that romance was not his cup of tea and with you? no way in hell. he hated the idea of cheesy romcoms and pop songs, it disgusted him and he made a point of making it obvious.

but you were young, just about 12 or something, and he was the only one close enough to fantasise about, so you did - doodled hearts around his initials and yours, “2gether 4ever ♡” and made it so obvious to the adults around you that they often teased you about it, much to your friend’s dismay.

and the crush was so strong that the moment you went home, you were on youtube, looking for ways to make a paper flower, and then piecing it all together.

“bed time, now,” your mother calls out and you proudly show off your paper bouquet to her, “is that for him?” she asks, amused at your efforts to be seen by your crush. you nod.

“aw, baby, as much as i love his mother as my bestfriend, that kid doesn’t deserve you,” she kisses your forehead.

yes, there were times when it felt like your heart was breaking into pieces or however those songs called it, when you saw him around school hanging out with other girls and not even acknowledging your presence. but when you went home and he excitedly told you about the new game he was playing, you fell all over again. besides, this is what happened in the music videos, right? there will be a day when he sees you like that too, when he’ll be long over this phase of shouting “ew, ew, ew,” when his parents kiss and be a more mature guy.

you did think that. but it was always in such a future tense that it never seemed realistic enough, it seemed far, far away. and when you actually reached that time period, your family had to move away, dad got a job somewhere else.

so you left that paper bouquet, (which quite frankly you didn’t have the courage to give it to him in fear that he might mock you that he told you to make it for him and you did? what a fool…) and a letter detailing your feelings for him.

but obviously it didn’t hold much depth, as you can imagine, a preteen detailing their infatuation.

but long after you were gone, your friend started to do something which he never thought he would do, ever. he was missing you.

he missed you when he came home from school and there was no one to talk to, or no one to taunt about how much he hated a particular thing and not have you judge him. it was just so awesome on how you had never judged him for anything, because he was sure if he kept on repeating on how much he hated taylor swift to some other girl in his grade, she'd probably have flipped him off, even if she, herself hated her. that was the level of repetitive he could get.

but he missed you, making those random cakes with your mother and you ran down to him to make him taste it first and he acted disgusted. “this is the worst, did you put in salt instead of sugar?” and you still had a smile on your face when you answered. “no, i just tasted it.”

he fiddled with the paper bouquet you left him for a long while after that, thinking about that afternoon and many others like that again and again. he could just… call you but his ego wouldn’t let him. and he was so disappointed over the fact that you were talking to his mother almost every other day, but you never asked for him?

it was hurtful.

but he couldn’t just ignore it. even when it was the only thing he wanted to do, ignore you, keep you out of his mind. but even when in high school he began going on dates and dances, he kept coming back to the paper flowers you left him.

he didn’t have any allergies. he was just messing with you. he never knew you'd actually do it. just like he never thought you'd actually leave, or that he'd ever miss you like this.

when he was out of the local college, he was sure that he was going to come to you, he knew the city where you lived through his parents' daily conversation at the dinner table. you were still in college, about an year or two remaining and he looked for jobs in your area.

when he found one, he was absolutely relieved. he told his parents it was one of the best opportunities in his career and it was, just not in his career, but it helped that the city you were in was quite famous and the job wasn’t bad either.

so when he finally takes your number from his mother and calls you.

he’s so delighted to hear your voice, even though it has changed a lot. and you’re happy too! you sound really happy when you say that you're excited to meet him.

and oh, you’re right, he never considered your angle on it, you must have missed him so much! oh, poor thing, the move must have been so harsh to you. maybe the reason you didn’t ask his mom to give him the call was because it'd simply hurt too much to talk to him without being near him. right? this had to be the only explanation.

so when he moves in and settles into his apwrtment, he calls you in the morning, and you give him a recommendation for a cafè nearby, “it’s a good one, i think you'll like it,”

see! you know him so well!

he arrives there a few minutes late, but you’re already there. oh, you still love him so well.

but midway through drinking overexpensive coffees and reminiscing the old times, he chokes on his drink.

he honestly thinks you’re kidding.

“what?” he wants you to repeat it again.

“i said, i’m not in love with you, my friend, i’ve moved on,”

the friend stings more than applying sanitizer on a cut, he swears. but it was just unbelievable, you were just running after him (not quite literally, pardon him, he’s a little delusional) begging for him (again, he’s delusional) to make him go on a date with you, with the last part being true. you did want him to go on a date with you, but you respected his decisions.

yes, you did have the worst and incredibly humiliating crush on your childhood friend, but it was just all that was in your opinion, a crush that started when you were 12 because he was the only one you hung out with and spent all your time with and so you were convinced, from ages 12 to 16 almost that this was the guy you’d marry and start a family with, you’d already picked out the names for them. but the problem was? he didn’t like you back.

your childhood friend had better things to do, like all teenage guys do, ofcourse, but he was always stuck with the feeling that he didn’t want you, he physically cringed when at joint dinner sometimes both of your parents would joke about you both dating, it was just something that was unimaginable for him at that point. only at that point though.

he was too busy going out on dates with random people, unbeknownst to how much he was hurting you (because in his defense, he was just a kid and he wasn’t quite sure how deep your feelings ran).

but now? why not now?

he had finally realized that it was you he liked, genuinely. And now you say this? It was absolutely heartless, did you not even stop to consider his feelings, even for once? Did the fact that you loved him before mean nothing to you?

“why don’t you love me anymore? or are you lying? to avenge your hopeless pining and me turning you away, is that it? please, talk to me. please.”

“it was a childhood crush, they eventually go away,” you don’t know what more he wants to say to you.

“but i… but you,”

“there are no but's here, if you came here looking for me because you’re realizing your feelings almost 8-9 years later then it's absurd because did you really think i would wait for you that long? i have a life now, i have a boyfriend and.. just grow up, you have a job here you should focus on that.”

you mentally made a note to stay the fuck away from this guy, because he was spewing some crazy, crazy shit. never in your wildest dreams did you ever think he would come back and be insistent on his feelings, it was all like a fever dream.

“am i that bad..?” he whispers softly, you look up at him, he has both of his hands on the table and his head hanging down. great, he's crying now. “i'm sorry i was so rude to you before.”

“look, it's fine, okay? we were both kids and i don't even hold it against you, i didn’t back then and i still don't. so go live your life and move on,”

you didn’t think you could bear to stay sitting there for a minute more, so you got up and went to the counter to pay and without a second glance, you left the cafè.

all the while, your childhood friend is still sitting there, not looking up.

“i.. i can’t do that,” and he looks up and wipes his tears, he didn’t come all the way here just to get disheartened so easily, did he?

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kimsmuse · 9 months

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Could u do a yandere x unfaithful reader

yandere boyfriend !!

(with a cheating reader)

this was really fun to write! hopefully you find it upto your expectations!! let me know if you want anything else, requests are open!

also, the guy i imagine is somewhat him. (he's so cute n precious >.<) but obviously its an oc and there's no compulsion!!

gender neutral!reader. 1.4k words. warnings for yandere behavior, binding the reader, gagging (it's not sexual), obsessive behaviour, stalking, implications of killing someone and manipulation. this is not real love !!!!!!

also additionally, i took inspiration from this prompt list by @/writeformesinpie, it's such a great list tbh !!

let’s say, that you have a boyfriend.

and let’s say that this boyfriend of yours is pretty nice - he isn’t like the golden guy, or oh-so-loved-by-everyone, but he’s nice enough, nobody really has anything bad to say about him and he loves you. he’s a little quiet and takes a while to mingle socially, or sometimes to even talk his feelings out with you but he’s been here for almost 2 years, a remarkable feat for you.

and it’s not that it is your concern how he behaves outside, or how your friends perceive him, but all that peace and quiet and soft love that you’d been looking for, you’d long since got bored of it. who wouldn’t get tired of eating the same dish over and over again?

so who can actually blame you if you did go tell him that you were out with your “friends” one night and instead went out alone to a bar? he never did like to go out so you figured he must be relieved that you aren’t nagging him to come with you today.

well, let’s just say, your boyfriend is really good at hiding.

hiding behind the walls, hiding inside alleys, whenever he’s at a threat of blowing his cover while following you.

it was suspicious to say the least, when you wore the perfume you’d wear when you both first started dating, and dressed in your most expensive clothing item, and never would anybody go see their friends like this ever, not that he’s trying to generalize, but. he just gets a fishy vibe, okoay? and this isn’t the first time he’s followed you, so he trusted that it was just his gut instinct, nothing bad would ever happen.

but he wanted to trace your steps anyway because something today seemed out of place, why hadn’t you taken a turn for your friend’s place, or the one that was straight down the street?

it was soon becoming clear that you intended to go in alone. and the yandere couldn’t stop shaking his head at what a foolish move it was, look at yourself, do you think you should go alone? god, he did not want to think of the things that could have happened to you, if he wasn’t there to protect you.

but, um, the yandere really should have thought about himself too, because as he attempted to blend in the crowd of the club you had gone into, he saw something which made his heart fall to his knees, you with someone else.

and it was not a friend, you were holding his hand, giving him that animated stare that you used to give him, and it was just way too evident, even in the way you smiled, the last straw was when you reached up to kiss him. all around him, people were moving out and about having a good time, or at least trying to, but here he was. his heart still as stone, he felt like the pieces of it would shatter all across the floor if he tried to move.

he couldn’t even do anything, so slowly, he tried to compose himself. thinking of things like, he should’ve let his gut feeling lose today and not have followed you out, and he should just go home now, he was pretty sure that even if you were out with that other person, you would definitely come back home to him.

but he doesn’t even know how to confront you without coming off as completely crazy and risk you leaving entirely.

he doesn’t even realize that it had began raining and he was dripping all over the house as he went home.

but he didn’t lose the consciousness of mopping it away, anything which threatened to take his darling away should not be neglected.

when he lays in bed that night, all sorts of negative thoughts make their home in his mind, and you even text him you'd be sleeping over at your friend's tonight! imagine the pain he's going through.

he had been nothing but nice, caring and loving towards you, maybe a little too lenient? he remembers all of the times he let you go out alone and sometimes he did not even follow you!

he was heartbroken to say the least, but he couldn’t bring himself to be angry at you, upset, yes. but he could never be mad at you, he simply loved you too much.

all you know is that your hands are tightly bound, and there seems to be a sound coming from the tv, something resembling a 60s cartoon? your boyfriend has always loved those, claiming he can sleep better when they play in the background on the days that you aren’t with him.

when you try to call his name, you realize that you’re gagged as well, and no coherent sounds come out of your mouth, only muffled whimpering.

but what happened? did somebody break in while you were both sleeping? and if that was the case, where was your lover? what if he was badly hurt? the room was dark, but slowly you could spot the light from the television illuminating the sofa, and a pair of hands lying limp on the side.

you try to call his name, but it ends up in a whimper, was he alive? your voice grows louder slowly, and you even try thrashing around, at last, the figure on the sofa stirs a little.

he sits up and runs a hand through his hair and squints.

“oh, you’re up,”

your boyfriend.

he walks up to you and even though you can’t make much of the situation out, you retreat away from him. but there’s not much you can get, so when he crouches down to your level and loosens the gag, all you can do is ask him.

“why?”

he looks right into your eyes, and you know that he knows, there’s no time to think about how when you were so sure of covering your tracks, but only that now he knows.

“it hurts,” you whisper.

he just snickers and gets up.

“‘it hurts’? this hurts me more than it hurts you. and we both know why you’re there,”

“this is absurd though, okay, you know i’m cheating on you so just leave me.. or ask me to leave. this,” you point to the binds, “this is crazy.”

“you still don’t get it, do you?” he turns again, sighing, as if he’s being made to explain something so obvious. “i can’t leave you.” he strokes his thumb on your face, “and you can’t leave me,”

it was puzzling for you because in your mind, one of these days you were going to break up with him, and you were even finding ways to do it.

“and besides,” he walks up and turns on the light, on the wall, the clock shows the time, 3.34 am. "where would you even go? back to that man from the bar?"

you don’t even know how he knows about that but before you can say anything.

the man from the bar is dragged by your “lover” to your line of vision, and he’s beaten up bloody, something even if it sounds offensive, you could never imagine someone like your boyfriend beating that guy up, but apparently, he was even unconscious.

“why!” you try to pull away from the binds, but to no avail, only your scream and with them, hot tears down your eyes.

“i can’t control how i react when your eyes wander,” he shrugs, as if there isn’t a half dead man on his feet.

he hovers above the man, “he’s not dead..yet,”

you sniff and then shout again, “what the fuck do you want?”

“you, only you. and us from my dreams, a reality where you love me.”

“you behave this way and you expect me to love you? fuck no,”

“okay,” he brings up his leg and is about to step on the man’s face. “no, no, no, wait, okay i agree. just let him go,”

“sweet. i want you to love me just like that.”

you nod, tears still not taking their leave from your face.

“i’ll be yours,”

your boyfriend leaves the man before the first light of the day, but strangely despite his promise, we can’t see the man he drops off, breathing.. you were deceived.

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kimsmuse · 11 months

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yandere ghost ♡ !!

fem!reader. 1346 words. warnings for obsessive and lovesick behaviour, a makeout. feedback is v appreciated <3

let’s say you just moved out of your house, from your parents’ home to a place you’re renting on your own, and out of all the apartments that you checked out in the apartment hunting, one resonated with you slightly more than the others, the vibes were cozy, the location was pretty nice and the neighbours didn’t seem like a bother. so you decide on it, signing the lease and everything.

but as you stand there and smile at finally having a nice place all to yourself, a soft apparition appears in the corner, scared at the aspect of a new owner, but he can’t really do anything right now, maybe he’ll just drive them away like he did with the others. now, he’s not a hostile ghost at all but he still likes this place, this home still belongs to him and he doesn’t want people he doesn’t like to sit around and claim it as theirs. there were many instances when he does like the people who live here but so far, unfortunately it has happened only once or twice.

when the moving day comes, he stands shadowed, watching as you load the boxes in the living room, he doesn't dislike you at first glance so that's a win, really. and when you finally start placing the boxes relevant to each room there, he starts following you around, he doesn't wanna snoop in your belongings yet because a) he doesn't wanna scare you off (yet..) and b) he'll get to do plenty of that later when you've actually settled in. so he spends the next few days roaming around, sitting face to face with you but you can never see him, he starts recognising people around you.

there's your parents who are anxious about you moving out, there are friends who are happy for you, and they want to come over for drinks once you're done but that's about it.

the days he spent wallowing around almost feeling like he didn't even exist are now replaced with the genuine awe he feels for you and your surroundings.

he stands next to you when you're hungry at 3 am, as you try to make some instant noodles, and wonders whether you feel as lonely as him. he can’t remember actually feeling nice on his own when he was alive, right now it was just because he didn't have any other option.

and then he learns to like the music you play, it occupies the entire apartment, like a ghostly figure way, way, larger than him. he enjoys it, and he knows you do too, the way you hum it as you work.

but his memory is warped completely, in some instances he can remember who he was, what happened to him, why he's here. but sometimes, it's just a blank, as if he's some non-living object with no thoughts or feelings of his own.

and he can't put a finger on it but you remind him of someone, he hopes that he'll remember that he deduced this today when his memory comes back again.

and luckily enough, he does remember. his partner, his real life partner, who was so real. he's reminded of them in you. the way you smile and he feels compelled to do the same even when you can't see him, the way you have the habit to say "sorry," to inanimate objects (sometimes even him) when you bump into them, and the way you take care of the house. he's not sure about how far you actually resemble his darling from when he was alive, but he can tell that he was growing fond for you.

and he sits besides you, when your friends have come over, his knees hugged to his chest as he looks at you. if anybody could see him they could see it in his eyes, completely lovesick. when you laugh, he could feel his heart beating again almost, it was just magical.

he never knew he could really smile or feel even a little happy inside, but here he is now, even when he doesn't remember sometimes, your presence without any history related brings him so much joy, that there's someone beside him and he isn't lonely anymore.

the worst time of the day though, is when you have to leave, for “work,” or for “uni,” but that's the time he takes to go through your belongings, he can't do much but he can immerse himself in your clothing and feel you around him, it keeps him occupied when you aren’t around. and his latest hobby is to pluck the flowers from the tree outside your window, and keep it on the window sill, and you always have such a smile thinking about how the wind blew them in.

and he loves staring at your photographs, the ones you have in frames or small prints, it gives him an insight in a version of you that he never knew. that wasn't connected to him. was that picture taken when he was alive?

but the ghost is in for a bad set of days, when you start bringing another man home. at first, it's just the living room, he sits there and you laugh at jokes he makes (which were quite lame, let’s face it) and he stands in the doorway, his arms crossed. He didn't like the man.

and the way you looked at him, it made him so, so upset that you could never really look at him that way, or any way for that matter.

he found himself, sitting there in the corner of the room, again with his knees hugging his chest as he overheard the conversation.

and slowly the visits became frequent, and then he came from the living room to the kitchen and then he used the toilet!

he felt oddly intruded, but the only reason he wasn't doing anything was the fact that it made you so happy whenever he was around. you were happy alone but this glow.. the man who came around made it happen. he wondered lowly, about how things would be if he could do the same.

but the final straw for the ghost is when you bring him into the bedroom! the sacred bedroom! why would you do that?

and you both are so close to each other, almost kissing, and skin on skin. the ghost sees red at the moment, no longer does he think about the aspect of keeping you happy, all he can think of is the unfairness of it all, it would probably be him! it would have been him! why is it not him? it's sad.

it makes the lights go out, all the fairy lights, the speaker, it's all disconnected.

when the man leaves after that, claiming that he has “work,” tomorrow and can't afford to be late (and the fact that he can’t sleep with the air off would disturb his sleep. excuses, really), is only when the ghost calms down.

he's back to normal and the lights slightly fluctuate and come back on.

now, it's just how he wants it to be, he stands close to you as you look out the window to the man that left, he can feel that you're upset that he left but he’s glad that you do, because he sees you pick up the phone and block him. and you're so right for that, he exclaims! he never wanted to be with you, he only wanted your body, and when he couldn't get it…

he wishes he could reach out and stroke your face and tell you he’d never leave and it wasn’t even for your body, he tries, really, but it doesn't happen. the most you can feel is the wind brushing against you.

and even if he can't do anything about it or communicate, he still enjoys this, having you all to himself, just looking at you as you do your own thing. but it's okay, even if you can't see him, he'll always be here to protect you.

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kimsmuse · 9 months

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yandere detective !!

(oc's name is detective sae)

this is the first time i'm naming an oc !! and there's not a lot of yandere elements here because this is just a backstory, okay !! you have to trust me when i say i'll do it more.

gender neutral!reader. 2.4k words. warnings for domestic abuse (the reader's father hits her) and warnings for murder, blood, hiding the body, and the likes of it. yandere behavior but very less ? and um yeah that's about it.

so it begins like this; a slap to your face when you were 13, and no matter what anyone says that’s not an age to run after grades. but your father doesn't understand.

and it ends like this, even after all these years, even when you're not 13 anymore you were passed out from all the beating, it wasn’t a lot but the fear was enough to make you exhausted. you wholeheartedly believed that this man could and would kill you if the time came and so pretending to faint or actually fainting helped, he stopped, maybe hoping internally that your breathing stopped entirely.

when you wake up, breaths still shaky and legs still wobbly, he's most probably asleep on the sofa, the tv still obnoxiously loud. and there's a point of impulsion. where every sense of rationality leaves your body, and there is nothing in that moment except the things he did to you, and rest in peace, your dead mother.

and one thing led to another and the steel vase was emptied and in your hands, originally meant to be only if the man suddenly wakes up and decides that today is your last day. his words echo in your mind, "i've brought you in this world, i can take you away," and all of the times you wished he did. just kill and be over with it, but he liked to drag it out.

and it just, happened, like a cherry blossom that falls from the tree right on the ground unceremoniously, the contact of the skull to the steel made a sound, and his eyes shot open. but it was too late to go back now.

2 hard hits and the blood gushed all over the sofa and his chest stopped motion.

the way silence around the neighbourhood stands still used to be your biggest fear that nobody could hear if he ultimately decided to beat you to death, but today you were thankfully and the sound of steel if anything isn't unconventional. you wonder why no neighbours did anything despite the walls being paper thin, were they on his side? are they going to notice that he's gone?

there was no regret inside you for what you’d done, if anything there was regret for all the times that you should have just picked up the vase sooner, it was just on the shoe stand in the doorway, why not sooner?

but there was no time to think about any of it right now, before the morning came, you had to move quickly.

even if it wasn’t uncommon for your father to lie there on the sofa for days and days, the first few hours of when his office normally started, the phone would ring in intervals but then he just shut it off. and you would be inside your room, silently praying for him to just leave.

you tried to compose yourself, you couldn’t afford any mistakes here, your life depended on it. and the plan became as follows, the body in a suitcase, the apartment cleaned.

there was no actual argument about if the plan would work or not, it just had to, it was the only thing that came to your mind right now.

and so over the next hour, you turned over the sofa’s mattress, with it being black, the bloodstains weren’t even visible. thank god.

then came the painful process of finding the suitcase and you found it, in your father’s room and it was filled. it hadn’t been long since it had been filled your mother committed- no, was killed by your father almost an year ago now, she was taking the same bag and fleeing with you, when he had to come back and catch you red-handed leaving. and he’d been so, so silent, but your mother knew better, she took advantage of his dormancy.

back to the present, you took one last glance at home and scrolled the bag behind you, it had been a hassle but it finally fit.

everything was going right to plan, you just had to keep your head down, please nobody be awake right now, please no-

just as you were about to reach the car, a door opened behind you.

and you didn’t dare look back.

“hey, neighbour,” you slowly turn back, you’ve seen this guy around, the new guy who just moved here, the one that your father hated because he once came up to complain about the shouting that he did, something which nobody had ever done before because they didn’t care enough apparently, so this guy must really value his peace and quiet and which only appealed him to you more but at this moment you wanted nothing more to just fling the suitcase right into his face. but um, a slight fact check, he also is kinda a detective.

he is standing in his doorway, playing with a lollipop in his hands and slowly licking it as if the time on the clock was 3 pm instead of the exact opposite and it was really normal to spot your neighbour dragging a suspicious case at this time.

“uh, do you mind? i’m kinda busy,”

and you turn and start walking again.

“not to rain on your parade but there’s blood coming out of there, you kill a pig or something?”

the blood, you could feel in your face, had run cold. you didn’t dare look back as you heard his footsteps closing in slowly, and the sound he made when he sucked in the lollipop.

“or,” he drags the ‘r,’ “did you finally end him?” he looks up at the vacant window of your apartment.

“shut up,” you hiss.

he lets out an amused laugh.

“so it is that,” he sucks in his lollipop again and inches close to you while you’re still frozen because his unpredictability scares you.

“who knew you had it in you, little dove,”

he walks back to his house then, grabs his key and walks over to you again, you try to figure out the look in his eyes as he unlocks his car, his cop car and as if assuming you’ll follow automatically, he looks at you questioningly. and leaves the door ajar to come close.

“come on,”

“where?” you ask weakly.

“i may be a cop, but i heard you getting beaten up.” he takes the suitcase from you, “come with me, i know a place. and switch off your phone please,”

“i don’t even know your name,” you’re in the car now but still in shock, you never expected help and much less from the cop downstairs.

“detective sae,” he replies, his eyes on the road.

“sae..”

“i’m..”

“i already know,”

“how?” you interrogate. “well, let’s just say your father has a loud voice,”

“makes sense,”

he keeps on driving for what seems like an hour and you’ve long since lost track of the way you were heading towards, it was a highway of some sorts, the headlights of the detective’s car is the only source of light. and he seems to be deep in thought, his brows focused and his jaw clenched. after a little bit more, he takes the exit on the left and to an even steeper path but thankfully enough, the car slows down and stops, there’s not much relief for you until the body is taken care of enough and you still don’t trust the detective to help you even if that’s clearly what he’s doing.

“you turned off your phone right?” you nod, “good, i didn’t even bring mine so we should be good,”

detective sae looks like he’s going through a mental list of things to take care of when you murder someone. do they teach things like these at the police academy? was it normal? or was it not his first time doing it?

but you had no choice but to trust him, you had come so far, there was no looking back now.

“this,” he points beyond the fence and the gate that he’s parked the car in front of, “is my property. and i’ll bury the body here,”

he takes a deep breath looking out the window, “what about the apartment? do you own the place or is it on rent?”

you try to remember, there was no landlord per se, but you weren’t clear about it. what does it even matter though?

“i think we own it,”

“are you positive? because if the landlord decides to check up on you or something it’ll be suspicious,”

“but i’ll still live there so that-“

“you won’t be able to live there, baby. the best way to cover all of this,” he makes a twirling motion with his hands. “is to make up a story of how you both got kidnapped by some guy your dad took money from, he killed the dad but he found a better use for you,”

as much as disgusting you found the story, it was plausible, money lenders in your area were notoriously famous for crimes like these.

and sadly, you thought as he told you to wait in the car, nobody would notice any of you gone. your dad wasn’t a very sociable man, and even if he had a couple of acquaintances, they were people who knew not to be bothered when he didn’t pick up his calls (and that is if and when those people would come above the drinking anyway) and you had long since stopped trying to make friends, it was way too much of exhaustion even if they wanted to be friends with you.

when he comes back almost an hour later, you’re fiddling with the radio, some station is narrating a horror story, a station is advising people on their relationships, and some other plays songs from the 60s maybe.

he’s covered in sweat and dirt alike and is quiet as he slips into the backseat.

“you should have taken me, i could have helped,”

he shakes his head, “it’s alright.” and he turns to face you, his expressions grim, “but now you’ll need to do as i say if you want to avoid trouble, okay?”

you nod your head, you had no other option. maybe you should have just turned yourself in, it would have been less hassle.

“no, no, are you kidding?” he rejects the idea entirely, “you have a whole life ahead of you and that bastard had it coming,”

he was right.

but you couldn't shake the feeling, that you should have taken the right path instead, maybe they would have spared you a shorter sentence, dismissing it as self defense? you had enough proof for it and detective sae could have helped you too…

it wasn’t happening now though, you thought as the car sped down the similar dark path down to your apartment complex. now if you went down, so did the detective and if he took such a big risk, he would go to any lengths to prevent you from snapping.

and you wondered lowly, if it had been someone else instead of him, would they have done something like this? sure, his occupation gives him an upper hand but you weren't quite sure of why this guy would do so much for you when you were practically strangers.

detective sae is a simple man, he'd just been transferred to this boring, little town with a hell of a crime rate but all of them menial - a drunk brawl, a property dispute, an attempted burglary and all sort of that stuff but what he was interested in, was a things a little dark.

he became a cop for that you know, to get access to that little darkness and even if being on the other side defeated that purpose he knew that it also gave him an upper hand. he could abuse it in controlled ways.

but he never really had the opportunity.

and then when he moved into your apartment complex, he saw you, it wasn’t like a crush or anything, but he saw you desperately covering bruises and at first he thought you had a drunk husband, but asking around he found that it was your father.

the worst character of them all.

he was used to that sound and no matter how much he wanted the man to stop, he didn’t have a plan nor anything solid, why didn't you file a complaint? he could've helped you.

it didn’t help that you were so hard to spot outside, not that the detective followed you or anything.

he became painfully aware of the fact that strangely he wasn’t angry with the man for disturbing his peace, but he imagined strangling him to death. how could he do this?

but anybody would have the same reaction if they saw something like that right? wrong, the people in the neighbourhood were so embroiled in their own problems that nobody wanted to intervene.

and he was, you know preparing for it, when he just had an intuition and then someone walking outside at 3 am.

"sir, what do we do about the case, the one with my neighbor?"

"do you really think anybody cares about it now, and its so common…." his boss looks around the room and finds his coat behind it. "there are no relatives to file a missing person's case, right?"

"not really, but.."

"i love your righteousness, but we're dealing with the murder of the mayor's son and the problem of those fucking gamblers and i-"

as if on cue, the phone rings and he hurries to answer it. "ah yes, sir, i'm on my way,"

"close that case, okay?"

try not to squeal. try not to squeal. try not to-

it took him effort, but the mayor's son had it coming anyway.

on one of his inquiry drives, he'd seen the mildly famous person at a bar and gambling at that, what would his father think?

he talked to him afterwards, to talk him out of it. but he did not budge.

anyway, but the story going on was that some drunk guy got into a fight with the mayor's son at the bar and it ended up being fatal for rhe katter.

and somehow the perpetrator was forgotten, the more pressing problem seemed to be gambling and drug dealing rings because the mayor had an image to save.

but sae was just glad that your case was finally closed today. it had been 3 months since you were living at his apartment and since he'd fed lies to his department and them being negligent had accepted the story and sae's clean reputation helped. after all, what could he get from covering a case like that, right?

when he returns home that day, and you ask him again, as you have been for 2 n

months, he shakes his head

“no, they haven’t closed the case yet…”

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yandere drummer ♡ !!

gender neutral!reader. 1096 words. mentions of sexual activity. voyeurism (kinda?). implications of mastubation. let me know if y’all have any requests or ideas for yanderes!!!

this was very mildly inspired by the band xdinary heroes’ drummer, gunil. but emphasis on the “mildly.”

yandere drummer, who’s been your friend for a long, long time. even before he became locally famous, or before the band was formed, it was you and him, best friends forever. but that’s all you saw him for, and when the band got formed and you began dating the guitarist… he’s jealous but he decides to take the stereotypical role of a best friend in a one-sided lover, it hurts, and a lot but he swallows it, tells himself it’ll numb itself slowly. as long as you’re happy then that’s all he wants.

“can you give me a good luck kiss?” you grinned, of course you could. it was the university annual festival and your boyfriend’s band, due to their recent surge of popularity was finally getting a chance to perform and you were so, so proud of all of them because you’ve seen them all working their asses’ off for this and now that it was happening, it was such a proud moment for you.

you pull away from your boyfriend and wish the others luck to you, congratulating them on their hard work. what you completely miss is the way the group’s drummer looks at you, his eyes yearning for the good luck kiss that you just gave to your boyfriend. he was a fairly nice performer but he swears he could have gone viral or something if he had that kind of luck on his side.

as they prepare to go on stage, he looks at you, he receives a friendly glance or two and that’s it. it’s always it. and he wonders about where he lacked. it wasn’t like the guitarist guy was quite anything that he wasn’t, in fact if anything he would probably be better and more loyal. when he sees him like that flirting with the crowd, he’s disgusted, doing that as if he doesn’t have a committed relationship going on (in his eyes, it wasn’t professionalism, but he was beginning to find flaws in every little thing his band mate did)

no one knows the real meaning of the song that come on, the band’s greatest hit, everybody knows that it’s the drummer wrote it, and they praised him on twitter saying how deep the lyrics were even if it was just something that the drummer wrote from his imagination (he had to tell them that, what would he have told his band mates if they asked him who was he in love with to the point of writing songs for them) and some even went on and on with their theories about how he could be in love with the guitarist (what the absolute fuck?). the song is about you obviously, the way he loved (loves) you so much, but he was so sick and tired of never being seen, and it was just so, so unfair.

he still remembers the exchange that happened in the record studio when he first played you the song, it was a ritual almost, (at least to him) that he’s going to play the song that he’s the most satisfied with, to you, first and foremost. it’s not even the band members and it’s times like these that he’s thankful to your boyfriend, he’s never even been a slight suspicious of him, maybe it has something to do with the fact that neither have you. but he remembers that when he played the song for you, wondering and hoping if you’d get the references (which you didn’t, but okay, there was always the next time). and you’d told him the song was absolutely beautiful, the way the feelings were described was heart-touching, and then you’d tell him.

“if you ever have a crush like that, though, just confess. what’s the worse that could even happen?”

and it’s been playing in his mind since, like a background theme music or something.

“what’s the worst that could happen?” he knows you’d never unfriend him, or ignore him and he could even stretch as far as the fact that he didn’t think you’d tell you boyfriend, if he told you not to.

that night, he groaned internally when the car taking all of you home didn’t drop you off but instead took you to their dorms. a painful night was on its way, with the dorm rooms having thin walls and your boyfriend’s room being right next to his, nothing was ever in his favour.

but as he tries to distract himself, back in his room, scrolling through his phone. its been hours now and he’s tried to watch netflix, listen to spotify, unplugging his earphones now and then to check, to put his ear on the side of the wall that joins his and your boyfriend’s room. there was no sound. but soon enough, as he’s almost getting drowsy, and oddly, he stumbles upon his voice notes app.

at first, he thinks to himself, this is bad, this is absolutely fucking disgusting, he reminds himself of the boundaries, you are his friend. his best friend. he should be the last person to record your moans and keep it to himself, this was just something he could never come back from.

it was one thing to jerk off from it momentarily but once he records it, it would be permanent, he couldn’t just remove it from his memory, it just becomes concrete then. somehow from both the devil and the angel sitting on his shoulders, his decision disappoints the angel and he hits the record button.

he thinks its heavenly, the way your voice sounds already but when you’re moaning, desperate to keep quiet and so its slightly muffled (oh, how he wished he could get a clearer version, or fuck that, a time when he could be the one giving you that pleasure..) he keeps it playing it over and over again, inside his earphones, nobody could ever know, it was his little secret.

when their normally talkative band member doesn’t talk much during breakfast and sticks in his earphones for the most part, they find it kind of odd.

“what are you listening to?” one of the guys ask him.

“oh, nothing, just.. troye sivan,”

He’ll get bolder though, with the drummer showing off his vocal and independent talents through his new mini album, debuting as a solo artist. Everybody enjoys the album way too much and he swears his heart almost jumps out of his throat when you hug him and congratulate him on his success. You’re so close to him, he can smell your perfume, your shampoo. He can bask in it, for a minute or two, pretend that he just confessed his love to you and you reciprocated it.

One song, particularly from the mini album though, stands out a lot to the fans, even international ones, he goes from being the hidden one on the drums to the guy who has the most sensual and sexy song on his album, with drums and beat on point and oh, the moans!

He feels a little guilty, when your boyfriend teases him about the moans and he just dismisses it as some sound the other composer put in, and it’s definitely not the sound of your partner and the person he’s been in love with for years, no.

maybe someday he’ll find it in himself to tell you, long after you’ve broken up with your boyfriend.. why would you break up with your boyfriend, you ask? let’s say somehow your boyfriend was drunk, and somehow.. somehow he made out with someone and someone was at the right time at the right place to click a picture.. don’t worry he’s got it all planned, it’s just a matter of time and then it’ll be just you and him, you’ll see how perfect he was for you all along. how good of a pair you both would make. how he could love you like nobody else has ever yet (and nobody ever will). and he’ll no longer have to turn on the voice recording of your moans to get off.

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Hiii, I just came across your blog, and I L O V E it! Since you said you were looking for a recommendation, here's one from me. Yandere school president. They have immense power at their school because not only are they the president, but their parents own the school. Their word is quite literally the law at this school. He just so happens to be head over heels in love and obsessed with you. Give in to their obsessive and possessive love or suffer the consequences. Since he holds so much power, he can make you a school outcast in less then a week, and he can have teachers fail you or pick on you for the stupidest reasons ever, he'll make your life a living hell at school if you don't accept his twisted and fucked up love, it's best to just be a good darling, and let yourself be loved on his own terms. It's a concept I've thought about a lot, but I haven't seen much of it. Anyways, thank you for your time, and keep up the good work!!!

okay okay omg first of all your brain???? this way too good and oml now i'm sad i spent my entire school life without a class prez like this :( but let's talk about this !!! this is mildly inspired by this one guy from the kdrama called taxi driver (ep 3) !!!

gender neutral!reader. warnings for obsessive behavior, mentions of killing someone but it's nothing graphic. blackmail/coercion type thing?? and typical yandere behavior.

okay so yandere!class president who is so focused, he's the top student of the grade and he's good at sports too?? captain of the basket ball team?? i don't know how he does it because i really couldn't but anyway even apart from that he keeps on taking part and neatly scoring in debates, and writing contests, you name it and he's doing it. it does happen sometimes that he ends up getting silver or bronze but he's there on the list somehow.

and obviously if you've ever been a teenager then you know how attractive this type of people are, because they're good at everything, because they look very unattainable and bonus for our class president is that he's super hot as well. so obviously he had a classroom filled with admirers. and he loved the attention, who doesn't? but he's never thought more of it than that, the aspect of romance is kinda alien to him, he's had his fair share of physical relationships (if they can be even called that) but none of them too good to stay.

so he keeps on with his day, his cram school, having lunch, dinner, studying, more studying.

and when he bumps into you from his way back from the library, he just stops dead in his tracks as you attempt to pick up the books you both dropped, and when you look up at him he's literally frozen. who are you? why has he never seen you around? why do you look so pretty? hey, where's that romantic instrumental playing from? why-

"hey, mister, are you okay? i didn't hit your head or anything right?"

and trust me when he's the literal embodiment of the ":0" emoji.

anyway, but that guy has never had a crush before so at first he just feels like its some kinda internal intuition? that there's something wrong with you or something.

but then he finds himself trying to find your class, sitting there on the excuse of talking to some friends and obviously he's welcomed there.

and he figures that his initial impression might be a wrong because you were such a sweetheart. not as popular as him, and you stuck to your 2-3 friends but he saw the way you would smile at people - a gentle, warm one. and he quite literally died when you greeted him that way once, surprised that you would know about his existence

it wasn’t that he forgot he was famous but having a crush really does wonders to your self esteem.

also you best believe he's digging up all your information, your past schooling if you've transferred, your parents' background, your social media and duh, where you live, where you work.

and if you work somewhere like a cafè or a convenience store, he's there for half the day, "studying" for exams and stuff, he claims it helps more than studying at home. and all the time his eyes barely register a page because he's looking at you as you're hard at work, helping customers, greeting them with that damned, charming smile and then in rare moments he looks at you as you lose that demeanor and sigh out of exhaustion. poor baby, he wished he could something for you so bad in those moments.

and then comes the part where his friends (he has a lot of friends but he believed that when you have a crush you shouldn’t tell everyone? also given his popularity... he figured it wouldn't be a greatest idea ever. so he only told like a guy or two) they adviced him to just go up to you and ask you out? what's the problem even? he's literally the golden boy of the school, why would someone reject him ever? you shouldn’t even be worried about that, dude! but with that confidence in himself, he decides on a day, nothing too significant and he looks at himself in the mirror.

"uh, actually, i do have a partner," did you hear that? the glass shattering? uh, that was his heart. that was his reaction when you told him this. but it was true, you had a partner in another country (which made sense that the yandere did not come to know of this before because he had been following you, just to make sure you were safe ofcourse, and he did not see a persosn who could classify as a romantic threat) and you loved them very much! no matter how cute and great this guy was, you were loyal to them.

and now cue the yandere's sad era. but only for like a day or two. until he realizes something. this was absurd, you were rejecting him? when so many people would literally kill for something like this? it was unbelievable. but he was deadset, this was the first time he felt this way for someone and he was determind to make you feel the same, or at least keep you with him, and he would do it with any means necessary.

he realized that your friends' parents were mere employees in his dad's company so all it took was one meeting. "stop talking to y/n." for them to start ignoring you and they did not even try to keep it lowkey and you had to resort to sitting alone at lunch, giving an easy access to the guy who used it as a time to sit beside you and tell you about his day, nevermind the fact that for the first few times you would just up and leave. and then you finally decided to just snap.

"what the fuck do you want?" you look at him, frustrated by all these things, and changes happening in your life in less than a week.

he just smirked, that mf had the audacity to smirk? "you, ofcourse,"

now he wasn’t quite violent because he'd just entered adulthood, he did not want to fuck up and spend the rest of his years in jail (not that he actually would because his parents would be hiring the world's best lawyers for him) but he did imagine it, murdering your s/o. he did not know what they looked like, but all they saw was you happy in their arms and as much he loved that little smile of yours, he wanted it to be for himself! not someone else!

so anyway, after you storm out on him after the last conversation, you get your english test results back and a big, red F is staring at you.

and normally your parents weren't grade obsessed but you would boast to them about how good you were at english and how much you loved the subject and even the teacher agreed thaf you were good at it.

when you meet with the teacher after class, he just removes his spectacles and rubs his eyes, "listen, y/n, you're one of the smartest students i've had the pleasure of teaching. so make the right choice, it's good for your future. just say yes to him. he's not bad, you know,"

he was behind this???????

you felt even more utterly helpless when you found that the yandere's parents fund almost more than half of the school so there’s nobody who would be willing to go against them and help you, no matter how much you would plead them.

"a transfer? don't even think about it, baby, nobody is going to issue that certificate unless i say so,"

chills run down your neck as he whispers this. you were truly stuck with him.

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kimsmuse · 10 months

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yunho, your bestfriend is definitely NOT yandere ♡ !!

1535 words. gender neutral!reader. warnings for perverse behaviour, manipulation, character death (sorry, dino) typical yandere kidnapping, obsession, mentions of blood.

this is more of just like warming up for me before i move into more intense plots so i apologise if it feels kinda disappointing :/ requests r open btw :D come talk to me <3

jeong yunho is not a yandere, at least that’s what he convinces himself. he just has a soft corner for you, his best friend, and that’s normal, right?

nobody could ever imagine your best friend, yunho, the one who stays eerily silent throughout the day, sitting by your side as he works on his notes, nobody even knew why he was your friend in the first place. but nobody could have imagined him being in love with you. maybe the other way around, because of the way you smiled at him, constantly were on his side, encouraged him to get out more and more but never the other way around.

let's go a spy a little on jeong yunho, shall we? because i don’t believe him one bit.

yandere!yunho who swears that he isn't in love with you, you're just another of his friends that he admires very deeply, but again, whenever he drops by your house, he finds some or the other excuse to sneak around your room, looking around as if inspecting it to know if somebody's been there but thankfully, so far he can't find he signs for an interference and steal your panties, only once or twice a month. It’s not very weird, is it?

he finds that the smell you wear is the only thing that can calm him down when he's feeling way too anxious, whether its a work issue, a final paper. you can take his mind off anything, there’s nothing bigger for him than you, but he’s so afraid to admit it. so there’s a pillow in his room sprayed with the perfume you wear and he hides it whenever he goes out, because who knows when he'd be bringing you home and he doesn't wanna creep you out. especially when there’s nothing to be scared about at all, he would never hurt you at all.

yandere!yunho who is convinced that the only reason he sees red when he sees you laugh at something mingi said is because he’s scared you'll find him a better friend tham yunho, and abandon him. there’s zero romantic feelings involved.

oh and don't get him started about the times you accidentally touch him at all. he'd write books and essays and poems on those instances because it wasn't an exaggeration when so many poets described things happening equal to the world stopping, because his does, whenever you touch his shoulder, or even at the slightest contact of your skin with his. he hates the feeling, but his denial hasn’t stopped it from happening, so he finds himself looking at you, standing in your doorway as you choose an outfit for the next day, inform you that he’s leaving because he honestly has no idea what he would do if he had to spend the night with you, he doesn’t think he has much control left, not anymore, when all you could seem to do was whine and yearn for a lover, he was right there, goddamnit.

you might think yandere!yunho is a loser, but he’s got a game with others, solid game, there’s nobody who’s ever said no to him but in front of you, he keeps on losing control of himself, losing himself. it is a blow to his self esteem that he can never even bring up the topic of his feelings, not even a bit. get a grip, yunho!

why do you make him feel this way? and why do you never feel bad for him?

at some point yunho is convinced that you're just pretending to not know anything about his plight, when you're actually clueless about it.

like how come you've never noticed the way he looks at you (because literally everybody else has, thank god they mistake it as unrequited love)

in his eyes, you’re knowingly making him lose control, edging him to the point that he just has to snap. but if you think that’s going to happen, you’re mistaken!

but all it takes for yandere!yunho to snap is this, “it feels like mr. choi constantly has a stick up his ass,” a comment by your friend, dino, (thank god mingi was sick today and couldn’t attend class) and he’s briefly sidetracked when you laugh so contagiously, his insides warm up. god, you’re so cute. but the joke wasn’t that funny, or are you that easy to please? he feels a distaste in his mouth. control, control, control, he’s always been The Calm one so why was his temper betraying him now, when he needed to control it the most? he shakes his head. just this once let him go. He makes it through the day without killing anybody. a real achievement for him.

the way dino glances at him so demeaningly has his anger threatening to spill out like an overflowing jar, but he grits his teeth, he wasn’t 17 anymore, it won’t be a juvenile case anymore.

on the other hand, you’re completely oblivious to your best friend’s feelings, no matter what he has deluded himself into thinking. and you’re into dino, the guy is funny, talented, and super cute! so when he has taken a sudden interest in cracking up jokes for you, you happily grin at him.

when you get home that evening from grocery shopping, you have a text from dino, “are you free tonight?”

and that is enough to send you giggling to pick out some clothes that don’t seem like you’ve put in an effort but still look good enough.

��my place, 8. it’s a date ;)”

uh, but, did no one teach you to sense that something is fishy when some guy you’ve been just talking to for a few days invites you over out of the blue? watch some true crime or something please.

regardless of that, you do go up to his place, just to find no answer when you knock, but when you call him, his phone is inside, so you slightly push the door, and it’s open…

another lesson is to never go into a stranger’s home on your own, you might just find your bestfriend standing over him, covered in his blood, entranced by looking at him as if he’s being hypnotized.

when you make it out in the dark, it’s too late to step out, the door creaking open would create a noise and you’re not even sure how your legs would even budge.

jeong yunho is NOT a yandere, and he made it through the entire DAY not killing anyone but the night was a different story. he was paying mr. dino a little visit when he saw his phone, his whole group chat plan of making a sextape, of making it viral and then your chat, your emojis… oh god, why do you have to be so innocent?

or were you trying to test yunho? In which case, when he wipes his face and a little blood sticks there, he thinks he’s passed.

when he looks up at you, his face is only illuminated by the streetlight coming in from the gaps of the curtains, his face glinting in the sinister light.

and you step back as he moves near you.

“are you afraid of me?” his voice makes you jump, it’s the same voice he used to say “bye, take care, see you,” just hours ago to you. “are you really? when i’m the one who loves you the most?”

“babe, look, whatever i did, i did it for you. Do you know what would have happened if i wasn’t there? something much, much worse to you, and i can’t let anything happen to you, not while i can take care of it, okay?” you nod, “and if i let him go, he would have done the same thing to someone else, and you don’t want that do you?

you shake your head.

yandere!yunho, who, under the pretext of giving you a glass of water to “calm down, ” drugs you into a deep sleep and in his defense the pill was so visible that you should have noticed! what if it was someone else? what if yunho wasn’t around to protect you! yunho, who then takes you away to some place, where that is, you would never know, was it your city? was it the south part? the view outside the window was unfamiliar to you.

yandere!yunho who is so, so, so sad whenever you bring up that he has “trapped” you here because in his eyes, this was the perfect life! after all he had done for you, the least you could do was lie a little? you didn’t even have to move a finger, everything was at your disposal, then why weren't you happy?

freedom wasn’t that important.

he doesn’t give up though, he has hope, that once you will actually look into his eyes when he's talking to you and voluntarily, without spite in your eyes for him.

he believes that you will love him, once you've realized the extent of things he's done for you and the heights he’s willing to go to.

and he promises to do whatever it takes to protect you. always and forever.

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yandere hongjoong + baby trapping ♡ !!

i do not condone anything here, it’s all just fictional. do not consume if you don’t like yandere or dark themes.

fem!reader (no pronouns, just because there's mention of pregnancy) 1.2k words. warnings include manipulation, mentions/implications of sex and messing with birth control and condoms, and yandere behavior, and also kinda stockholm syndrome?

i have a planned part two, so let me know if anybody is interested <3

Your relationship with hongjoong is normal. Very normal, in fact. He has the kind of aura that would automatically appeal to everyone around you as your perfect partner. He had a caring nature and it wasn’t just limited to you, he brought out gifts and things your parents briefly mentioned that they liked for them and helped them out in tasks that even you being their kid, didn’t want to. And when it came to your friends, they were rightly impressed by him from the very first time that they met him over lunch and he insisted on paying the bill. But even without the economic front, all of them were secretly swooning over how when you said you didn’t like the food you ordered and rather liked his dish, he was immediate in swapping them even though it was evident that even he didn’t like it.

Your parents had already dreamt of him as the perfect son-in-law, the one that they would be bragging about to neighbours, relatives, you name it and they’d be bragging and your friends were already planning to invite him and you, ofcourse to this new italian place that opened for lunch..

So it comes as a shock to them when you let them know that your relationship has sunk to a saturation point, meaning it was just dying. it wasn’t even anybody's fault - not yours and neither hongjoong's but it felt like a pretty, beautiful flower wilting, slowly withering away. it was good while it lasted though.

your father's first comment was to ask, "does that mean i have to watch all my baseball matches alone from now?"

you knew what it meant though. have you two broken up? not yet, but you were going to talk to him today.

lately, all he replied to you was with “hmm's” and a nod or maybe if you were lucky enough, he would look your way. he said it was because he was stressed about his work, and that he really needed some time and space to focus for it, which you weren't quite against but the way things had steadily been the same for about more than 6 months, you felt like you had to be the bad person and pull the trigger.

“hongjoong,”

he sits down on the sofa and sighs, but responds to you, his voice tired.

“yes, baby? ” he asks.

you're in the kitchen, removing your apron and slowly making your way to the living room, you wonder what his reaction will be when you finally break the news to him. accepting? angry? upset?

“ hongjoong, we need to talk, ”

now, hongjoong wasn’t born yesterday, he knows what that stands for wnd he's been aware of the crumbling of the relationship as well but when push comes to shove…

he decides that he'll let you speak, he'll let you pour out whatever you feel like saying, what are the problems you think are bothering your relationship.

“I get it, baby,” he emphasises on the nickname sourly, “do it.”

he looks nonchalant about the whole situation while you just want out now, you didn’t like where this whole thing seemed to be heading now, his eyes were getting almost angry, something you’ve seen him do with others, but you? you’d never have imagined him looking your way like that.

there’s something scary about it, “oh, joong, i don’t want to break it off, i’m just wondering if we can work on it, give it a better chance.”

relief fills you when you see that his expressions have softened. “i’m sorry, i thought you wanted to leave, shit. sorry, i can’t believe i would…”

hongjoong had messed up, big time. it wasn’t excusable this time, he felt guilty that he was angry at you when you didn’t even want to leave him. you’d never want to leave him, right?

hongjoong waits, with bated breath. he's been waiting for about, 3 weeks, yes, as the calendar tells him. and it finally begins, the wave of nausea starts hitting you and its not his alarm that wakes him up but the sound of you retching out your guts. he doesn’t mind it, not right now, when it was his plan all along.

and he can tell you're confused, you had the pills! you took them! and he watches you try to sheepishly dispose of the pregnancy tests, and he even follows you to the gynec’s clinic, careful to keep a distance so you can’t see him.

but you see, if there’s one rule hongjoong would always tell his future kid to follow is to never trust anybody, in your case you didn't have a choice really so he doesn't blame you for giving in to him. but for his kid, he needs to instill this one thing in him thoroughly. the world was a big, bad place, where people like his father lived.

after you confronted him, it was like hongjoong woke up from his sleep, like if he didn’t do anything, didn’t put in efforts, then you could actually leave, and he’d be damned if he ever let you do that. so he decided to level up his games, first it was his change in behaviour, he came home early, he brought in all sorts of trinkets and snacks that he thought you would like and he returned to his normal self, but he could, deep down, sense that it wasn’t the way it was before and he was scared that you pack up and leave still.

it was why he had replaced the birth control pills and even went as far as to poke holes in his condom.

he wasn't a bad man really, but he was getting sick of your protests to leave soon and that you've had enough of him or that you both aren't working anymore. he notices that those complaints have considerably started going down as your focus shifts to your health.

and now he doesn't think the crumbling state of his relationship would matter much, he would hit the reset button and he would become the man that you and his kid needed.

he becomes so, so soft throughout the entire period, it would make you forget about any of the cruelties he ever inflicted on you. and you think to yourself, maybe he really can change, maybe he really did change for the better?

and hongjoong thinks that as well, he's just so happy for the both of you. you're having a baby! it's so exciting!

when you tell him he pretends to not know, to be surprised, “we’re having a baby!” as if he wasn’t the one who conspired and made the whole thing happen.

the best thing is that you seem happy about it too, hongjoong has changed, and there’s nobody else you’d rather have a kid with, especially since you’ve seen how caring he is with other kids and just other people generally, so when it would come to his own kid, he would definitely come into the perfect father category.

when you looked at him, holding his hand, he feels like the man you fell in love with in the beginning and you’re sure, that you’ll love the father of your kid forever. let’s just hope you never find out how he bent seas and mountains to make that happen.

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