because everybody be loving you


NYCC Q&A speed round → [requested by:anon]

Matt said yes guys, what a surprise, wow.

(Oldest post is here, and here’s the first content for the ship. I don’t know who picked the name “Techienician”, please tell me if you know! I’d love to credit them here :D).

“Mare, please.” He begs like a child in his desperation. “How did you think this was going to end? What did you really think would happen next?” I feel the heat of him even as every part of me goes cold. “You don’t have to do this.” 

But I do.

I turn away, deaf to his protests. But he doesn’t try to stop me. He lets me walk away. 

Imagine people assuming you and Jared are a couple so he gets asked about you a lot in interviews, which makes him shy because he has feelings for you.

“It must be amazing to have such a great addition to the cast for this season huh? Everybody is so eager to see (Y/n)’s character interact with Sam and Dean!”

“Yeah the entire cast and crew is really excited for this.” Jensen nodded his head “You know, she’d always come around and everybody already adores her because it’s impossible to not love her. You know, there was never really a reason but she loved to pay a visit to a certain someone-” he glanced at Jared who rolled his eyes with a smile “Claiming it was just to see all of us, but I never once believed it.”

“Come on man, you’re just jealous she loves spending more time with me than you!” Jared exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and Jensen merely shrugged.

“Yeah, hanging out is what we call it now.” Jensen scoffed “You know, it’s just a good thing she won’t have to try and come up with a reason now every time she visits.”

“Well, I am sure that despite everything this is going to be a great experience! And I’m sure, Jensen, that since (Y/n) and Jared are such a lovely couple it is only fair they spent some more time together.” she said with a shrug and both Jensen and Jared’s eyes widened, but unlike the younger man Jensen burst laughing.

“Wh-what?” she chuckled.

“We- we’re not together.” Jared shook his head and hands “We’re just- (Y/n)’s my best friend, we’ve known each other since we were kids. It’s all- we’re friends, that’s just it.”

“Oh oh? Really? I’m- Forgive me, it’s just with all the pictures the two of you upload and with how much you’ve been seen out, hugging and almost cuddling, going grocery shopping together and actually seeing you get out of her house early in the morning it’s-” she shook her head with a laugh.

“Yeah, no we’re just friends. It’s friendly.” Jared said with a shy laugh, mostly because he knew that at least from his side it wasn’t like that.

“Hey, we’re friends too but you’ve never went grocery shopping for me!” Jensen exclaimed, all the time that wide grin on his – knowing above all – annoying but mainly scaring Jared. Who knew if you were actually watching the interview or not? He swore if you ever found anything he’d just crawl under a hole and die of embarrassment.

“Are you jealous now?” Jared asked him with a nervous smile but Jensen just shrugged trying to seem innocent.

“All I’m saying is: You don’t usually want to marry your best friend and have kids with him!” he raised his hands in the air as Jared’s eyes widened “So yeah, you and me are best friends. What you have with (Y/n) I am not going to say because I’ll be found dead in my house tomorrow morning!”

“Oh no don’t worry, you’ll be dead by tonight judging by the look on Jared’s face!” the interviewer laughed, pointing at the younger man.

“Oh you bet!” Jared exclaimed “I am already trying to find a way too!” he laughed awkwardly, hiding his face behind his hand “I still have no idea why I hang out with you.”

“Oh no no, you hang out with (Y/n).” Jensen pointed, making quotes with his fingers “Let’s not confuse those two! Cause I really bet you don’t have the same intentions you have for her when we are out.”

Jared opened his mouth to speak but actually didn’t when he felt his phone vibrate. He did shoot Jensen a glare when he spoke “Ten bucks it’s her!”

And as much as Jared wanted to retort the message he got from you made all air leave his lungs and his heart leal to his throat “We are so not naming our first son Jensen! Pick me up at seven so we can hang out a little more ;) xx’

Capture and Effect (J.M)

Description - When live on YouNow, fans capture Jonah’s face while looking at you and rumors spread like wildfire.
Warning: Jonah being a smol bean, that’s it

The Marais family was practically your family. You grew up next to them all your life and everything they went through, you went through.

Like when Jonah announced that he’d be moving to L.A to share a house with his four other band mates. You, along with his family, were devastated. Jonah was your best friend, your ride or die, the Clyde to your Bonnie. But then he left and returned ever so often. Of course, you’d visit him a few times but it wasn’t the same.

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No Longer a Monster » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words: 724

Summary:  Adam is having a nightmare and you’re there to comfort him.

A/N: Damn, it’s been one whole month since I uploaded a story, but I’m back now and I’m ready to write! It’s Spring Break and I hope that I can come out with a lot more stories. So, I watched Beauty and the Beast yesterday and I fell in love with the characters! It’s an amazing movie! I recommend watching it!

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Canonverse: Phichit being the BEST YouTuber alright the best


I’m kidding, cause obviously Victuuri is my life, but yeah, Phichit is the best. For headcanon happy hour.

–Phichit starts off very young. Ironically, this is also when he’s at his most professional. His first videos are mostly Junior competitions. He posts one (just one!) video of him with a hamster on the ice, in a homemade padded hamster ball, and the small taste of sweet internet fame it provides is enough to push Phichit into becoming a professional YouTuber.

–Phichit has a whole series called “But In Thailand We…” and it’s basically Phichit attempting something that went terribly wrong for another poor Youtuber and instead ROCKING it. “They do this,” he says, gesturing to some poor idiot who’s trying to learn how to breathe fire but instead just demonstrates how to catch nearby shrubbery on fire. “But in Thailand we…” Phichit lights up the sky with a column of FIRE! It’s grace, it’s beauty, Phichit is a miracle-worker. He is the perfect son of Thailand.

Celestino unfortunately finds out about this series and shuts it down before Phichit winds up in the hospital… well, more accurately, after Phichit ends up in the hospital once.

–”Please go with me to this pole dancing class,” Yuuri whispers, because OH he desperately wants to learn because everybody loves pole dancers Phichit can you imagine maybe someone will look at me once with lust in their eyes… 

“Why,” Phichit says, “when there are youtube tutorials?” Except he looks… and there are none that are satisfactory. “THE WORLD IS DEPRIVED,” Phichit declares. He goes to the pole dancing class. Much to Yuuri’s embarrassment, he tapes the pole dancing class. “I am an international hero,” Phichit announces when the video drops, with his and Yuuri’s faces barely blurred out. At least one comment agrees with him. HOT BUTTS, is essentially what the other million comments say.

–Phichit has an advice vlog. He has a makeup vlog. He has a cooking vlog. This means that some days Yuuri walks into the kitchen only to find the camera rolling, something purple boiling a pot on the stove, and Phichit assuring some woman that she is “very lovable, Karen, don’t undervalue yourself. I have a friend that does that, and he’s always wrong.” Phichit can put on eyeliner one handed. Sometimes, Yuuri is terrified of him. Sometimes is always, actually.

–Phichit has an entire video series called “He’s Not My Boyfriend Please Stop Asking.” It’s a compilation of Katsuki Yuuri, and half the videos are him eating while making unholy noises. The other half are him ignoring hot, half-naked people swarming him as he and Phichit explore the streets. “Katsuki Yuuri doesn’t notice when everyone else is chasing tail,” Phichit sighs.

Yuuri stops walking. “Is that a dog??” Phichit squints. There is maybe– MAYBE– something, hanging out of an alley twenty feet away, that resembles a dog tail. Adjusting his glasses intently, Yuuri speeds by two flexing men and a woman who is clearly running only for Yuuri’s benefit. “Phichit!” He calls delightedly, “it is! Come videotape it!”

“Katsuki Yuuri sure can chase some tail, though…dog tail.”

Chanbaek AU: Park Chanyeol and Byun Baekhyun are both professors at EXO University. They have been dating for a while now, but keeping it private (but everyone knows that they’re in love with each other).

netflix just added the great british baking show and now i’m obsessed alksjdff i HIGHLY HIGHLY recommend watching it’s such an absolute JOY!!!  🥐🌼🍓🎂🎉

you can see people make everything from beautiful bread 

to super cool displays

Daryl x Reader - I love you (One shot)


3. “Not because I hate you, but because I love you.”

Fandom: The Walking Dead

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Prompt taken from  hyenaswritings ‘s list

English is not my first language so, sorry for eventual grammatical errors.

Set on season 2

Warning: fluff, sexual situation, a little bit of angst (just a little, the rest is all love for Daryl ♥

It was supposed to be a drabble but I wrote a oneshot 

Plot: Daryl is upset because he can’t find Sophia and for this reason he distance himself from everybody, even from (Y/n).

It’s been three days since we arrived at the Greene’s farm.

Even if we have to camp outside, in the RV, it’s good to finally stay in a safe place.

However, if our situation got better, something change.

First of all, Sophia got separated from us while we were running away from a horde of walkers.

Everyday all of us went outside, in the forest, looking for her, but without success.

Her disappearance didn’t affect just Carol, but Daryl too.

Me and Daryl were close, he and his brother saved me from a walker at the beginning of the apocalypse, then we grow close when the group left Merle on a roof during a ran. However, after Sophia’s disappearance, he started to change. Every time he came back from the forest, he was angry, he talked back at all of us, including me, and that hurts so much.

Today was no different. I saw Daryl walking to the stable, so I decide to go after him.

“Hey stranger! Where are you going?”
Daryl doesn’t stop and keep walking: “I take an horse and go outside, lookin’ for the little girl”

He sounds annoyed, but I keep talking to him anyway: “Can I come with you? I’m pretty good at riding”

Daryl stops and turns around at me: “Listen, just leave me alone, all of you must leave me alone! Just because I saved your life and open myself to you after what happened to my brother, doesn’t mean that I care about you or that your special. AND NOW LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE”.

I couldn’t believe it.

It’s true thathe just broke my heart, I deeply care about him, but that was enough to make me angry: “You know what? You aren’t the only one that is suffering. Carol is suffering, everybody are suffering because all of us love Sophia! Don’t you think that I suffer just at the thought that she’s alone and scared out there? Just because you’re upset, it doesn’t mean you have to treat everyone like shit! Especially people who deeply care about you:”

I turn around before he could see my tears, and run toward the farm.


Today I help Maggie and Patricia with the dishes, both of them could see that I was upset, but I didn’t want to talk about that. I just wash the dishes in silence.

I keep thinking about Daryl and the things he said to me.

Of course I didn’t think that he could feel something for me, but I couldn’t believe that I was nothing to him.

Suddenly there was commotion outside, so I run toward the RV.

“What’s happening?”

Shane and Rick were arguing with Andrea.

Rick turns to me: “There’s a walker there, Andrea wants to shoot him but the shot could draw walkers here”.

In the distance I could see a silhouette, it was stumbling toward us.

Without thinking I take my knife and start running in its direction.

As I get closer to it, that silhouette became clear…it was Daryl!
All of sudden I hear a shot and Daryl fall to the ground.
“No!” I start crying and when I finally reach him I check  where the wound is.

In that moment Rick, Shane and Andrea reach us.

I listen Andrea gasps: “oh god, I thought it was a walker”

Anger rise up in my body, I stand up and grab here by her shoulders:

“ How could you!? Didn’t they tell you not shoot?!” I scream while pointing at Rick and Shane who take Daryl up.

“(Y/n) calm down, it’s just a scrape, we take him to Hershel so he can check him up”. 
Of course Shane would back-up Andrea.


I stay with Daryl in his room, he didn’t wake up yet.

I skipped dinner, I was too worried.

Hershel said that the bullet just scrape him, the main problem was the dehydration and the wound on his leg.

Apparently, he fell from the horse.

Suddenly he starts to move and moan: “Where am I?”

I was so happy that without thinking I stood up from the chair and hugged him, forgetting about his state:
“Oh god, you’re okay! I thought I lost you”.

He was confused but put an arm around me: “What happened?”
I tell him about Andrea, and how lucky he was that she hasn’t a good aim, he laughed at that.

Then I decided to leave him to rest, so I got up and start heading to the door when I feel a grip on my wrist:
“Please stay….I need you..I didn’t mean what I told you earlier today”.

I was taken aback; I smiled at him and lay down beside him: “ That’s fine, but I’m still angry at you”.


After two days Daryl was ready to go back to his tent, again he distance himself from us, and , after what he told me when he was recovering I decide to confront him.

It was dinner time so I took a dish for him.

Once I arrive to his tent I give him the food and sit with him.

There was silence, and I couldn’t take it anymore: “Ok, what do you want from me?”
He look up from the plate with wided eyes: “ what do you mean?”

I continue: “Before we were so close, we talk about anything, then you tell me that you don’t care about me, that I’m not special and brake my heart, and a few hours later you beg me to stay with you because you need me. WHAT DO YOU WANT DARYL DIXON?”

Tears start to fall from my eyes: “why do you play with my feelings? Why do you hate me so much”

I stand up, ready to leave him alone, but suddenly he stand up too, and walk toward me: “Damn! It’s not because I hate you, but because I love you”.

I look at him with a surprised look on my face.

He loves me?

“I love you ok? I was scared because there is a chance to lose you, and I didn’t want to suffer. But when I was out there, and I was delirious, the only thing I could think was you, I made it to the farm because of you, you gave me the strength to fight because I wanted to see you again and tell you what I really feel”.

After that he starts to lean down, I stood on my tip and we crush our lips together.

This kiss was full of love and care.

After a while we parted: “I will never hurt you again (Y/n).”
He lean down to kiss me again, the kiss became more passionate, his tongue parts my lips and make love with my tongue.

We went into his tent and started to take off our clothes. That was the best night of my life.


I wake up to the sound of birds chirping.

I was slump on Daryl’s chest, memory from the previous night come back at me, and I can’t help but smile.

Suddenly I feel kisses on my head: “Good morning (Y/n)”
I smile and kiss his chest: “Good morning babe”

He squeeze me with his arms and say: “You wore me out yesterday”
I giggle: “Told you I was good at riding”

He laughed and kisses my head.

Finally I was happy in the arms of my beloved redneck.

For Better or Worse

Request: Hello! Can I have a Bruce Wayne x reader? Y/N and Bruce attend this charity ball thingy and lots of girls are all over Bruce making you feel self conscious? (You can write the rest the way you want too :) ) thank you!!!

Requested by: @thegreatfallout

Word Count: 1,355

Requests are Open HERE.

You had long ago accepted that gala events with the social elite would forever be a part of your life.  You didn’t particularly care for them, but the charitable contributions they garnered mostly made the experiences worth it. Tonight was different; tonight was for your charity work with one of Gotham’s women’s centers.  You were the one pressing your peers for donations in order to implement the advancement and support programs, which meant the tables had turned and you were now the one leaving your husband to wait around while you schmoozed everyone into prying their checkbooks open.

You were making your way back after this round of purposeful socializing when you spotted it.  The modelesque socialites had once again descended upon your husband in your brief absence, and heaven help him, you could see him trying to gracefully excuse himself from them.  This seemed to happen any time you two got separated at one of these events; it didn’t mean you liked it, it just meant you were unfortunately used to it.  You weren’t, however, used to some of those older society women, who had undoubtedly sent their daughters over to lure your husband, not hushing their voices when they made snide remarks about you and how unfit you were to carry the Wayne name as you walked passed them.

“I don’t know what he’s doing with that Bleeding Heart; all she does is spend his money on the sob story of the week.” You swore you could hear the eyeroll that accompanied the insult.

“I know! You’d think if she wanted to put his money to good use, she’d go under the knife to get everything fixed and actually look like someone worthy of a man like that,” one of the other women in the group added that really made you feel like that girl you were in high school who always seemed to be forgotten until it was time to ridicule someone.

One of the women, one who looked like she could still own a catwalk, took the opportunity to make a dig at you, ”One would think, and I don’t know how he can even stand to let her out of the house in that god awful dress she keeps wearing.  It shows too much of her back and went out of style at least four galas ago.”

“She’s clearly holding him back from what he deserves: a decent woman of good breeding, like my Elizabeth.”

You weren’t sure when you had stopped trying to get back over to Bruce, but now you felt stuck in place.  You could do nothing but listen to the snide comments about you appearance and ambitions as you watched gorgeous women throw themselves at your husband.  Without ever meaning to, you began to agree with the not so hushed whispers that you would never be good enough to be the one on Bruce Wayne’s arm.

You were drawn back out of your musings by the concerned approach of your son, on of those “Bleeding Heart Sob Stories” you spent Bruce’s money on.

“Ma, you look like you need a drink,” Jason offered in an attempt to distract you while he figured out what was bothering you.

“That won’t change anything,” you refused, shaking your head with the most defeated voice Jason had ever heard from you.  It surprised him even more when you turned around and left the ballroom without another room.

Your sudden departure caught Bruce’s attention as he was finally able to separate himself from the small crowd of women surrounding him.  Making his way to the hall and foyer outside the ballroom, Bruce had no trouble seeing that you were now barely holding yourself together.  You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts to realize Bruce had guided you into an empty room until you heard the lock click and found yourself face to face with a very concerned looking husband.

One of the reasons you and Bruce worked so well together was that not only were you both creatures of defense mechanisms to push others away, but also that you both looked right through it every time.  Bruce was one to push everyone away by closing himself off and brooding; you knew just the right amount of space to give him and just how to project his own needs back to him through you.  However, you were one to push people away through anger, especially when you were made to feel like less than enough.  As hard as it may be, Bruce took the anger head on without taking it to heart - you were only trying to protect yourself from hurting more than you already were.

“What’s going on with you tonight?” He tried to ask, but was met with silence.  The World’s Greatest Detective shouldn’t have asked a question he didn’t already know the answer to, especially when it came to his wife and hurt feelings.  Bruce thought back to the ballroom in an effort to piece together what had changed your mood so suddenly.  After a moment of thought, Bruce tried again, “You don’t need to be jealous, sweetheart, I want those women around me even less than you do.”

Knowing that Bruce thought that this was only jealousy only made you more upset, and as soon as he the statement left his lips, he could see that clear as day.  For such an intelligent man, he sure could be dense.

“Well you should,” you venomously spat at him, earning another confused look from Bruce. “They’re all perfect for you! Tall, pretty, good breeding, modelesque society women,” you continued with tears brimming your eyes, “Not the working class, short, keeps wearing the same dress because it’s comfy with no zipper to fight with and is apparently the only design to realize that hips are a thing, and spends your money on sobs stories mess that I am!”

As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t stop it; the floodgates had opened and the tears were going to fall whether you liked it or not.  Bruce realized just how much you were hurting when you threw your hands up to block him as he tried to pull you in for a comforting hug.  As you lowered your hands to wrap around yourself, he settled for the next best physical comfort he could think to offer you.

“No, you’re perfect for me,” Bruce argued. “Their smiles don’t even reach their eyes, let alone their whole bodies like yours does.  They only think of themselves, when in the same position you always put everybody else before yourself.

“You’re perfect for me because you love with your whole being, not with your wallet,” he paused to collect himself. “You see through the masks and you love me despite my flaws-”

“Because of your flaws,” you interrupted, unwrapping your arms from yourself and stepping into Bruce’s fallen arms.  You leaned your head against his chest and tilted your head to look up at your husband, clarifying, “I love you because of your flaws, not in spite of them.  They’re part of what makes you ‘you,’ so I love you because of your flaws.”

“Fine, you love me because of my flaws,” Bruce conceded with a chuckle. “And I love you because of any flaw that you think you have.  That’s why, my beautiful in every imaginable way wife, I always choose you to be the one at my side.”

You were both content to stay like that - wrapped up in each other’s arms, gently swaying to the muffled sounds of the music from the ballroom - for the rest of the gala, until you could go home and get wrapped up together all over again.

You didn’t have to be that ridiculed, insecure girl you were in high school again, but you didn’t have to completely lever her behind and forgotten either.  It was those flaws and experiences that led you here today - happy, fulfilled, loved and in love, and making a difference to help people.

For better or worse, flaws and all you and Bruce were in it together for the long haul.

Hello! Can i request that the Boys are yanderes to their s/o? ;u;

Sure thing! Enjoy!

Korekiyo Shinguuji

  • you probably should have noticed that there was something a little off about him.
  • he always did seem strange.
  • but you love him, so of course you’d look right past it.
  • you first noticed when a co-worker stopped coming to work.
  • one who worked beside you, it was a little strange, they had given no warning, just…vanished.
  • you had mentioned it to him, but he had nothing much to say on the matter. just that maybe he would turn up soon, maybe he was on vacation, maybe it was a family emergency.
  • you couldn’t have known what your boyfriend had done.
  • your next flag was when a male friend started cutting off all contact with you.
  • no messages, no visits, nothing. if he knew you were going to be somewhere, he wouldn’t go.
  • you had mentioned this too, and again, he had nothing much to say.
  • maybe he had a controlling girlfriend. maybe it was a personal issue. maybe he had gone insane.
  • but then there was the giveaway.
  • you came home in the middle of one of his…efforts.
  • blood was everywhere.
  • there was a body. a body of a close, close friend, mutilated.
  • and there he was, standing over it, knife in hand.
  • “Ah? I thought you wouldn’t be home until a little later, did you get off work early?”
  • you’re screaming, demanding to know what’s happening, demanding he explain, terrified.
  • “Do you love me?”
  • you’re paralyzed with fear. he’s getting closer.
  • “Do you love me, or are you going to tell?”
  • he’s staring at you.
  • “That’s…a shame. We can’t let you do that, now can we?”
  • before you knew it, he was dragging you away, locking you up, hiding you from the world.
  • he would never, ever let anybody take you away from him.

Amami Rantarou

  • when you met him for the first time, you remember, you thought he was so nice, so genuine, so fun and honest and loving.
  • you could never have known what he was capable of when you first saw that endearing smile.
  • but then, things started happening. strange things, abnormal things.
  • he started getting more and more possessive, more and more controlling, more and more nervous about what you were doing.
  • “Hey, are you sure you want to go out today, maybe we can just stay in.”
  • “Who’s that? A friend? Does he know you’re taken?”
  • “Hold my hand when we go out, alright? I want to make sure nobody tries to hit on you or anything.”
  • and it only got worse from there.
  • “What? No, you can’t go outside, what if people stare at you, what if people want you? You’re mine, right? You love me?”
  • “Don’t talk to him. He’s trying to steal you away from me, I can tell.”
  • it got to the point where you weren’t even leaving the house anymore.
  • you were scared of everybody. what if they were trying to steal you? everybody was trying to steal you, right?
  • just stay with him, he would never let that happen to you, not ever.
  • he strokes your hair, holding you close and assuring you that he’s all you need.
  • every kiss feels toxic.
  • he has you. you’re his.
  • and he will never, ever let you go.
  • but why would you want to leave anyway when you have him?
  • why would you want to leave anyway when you have him?
  • are you thinking about somebody else?
  • he’ll handle that.

Ouma Kokichi

  • ouma kokichi is the kind of person who knows what he wants, and he wants you.
  • so if you think he’s going to take anything less, you’re wrong.
  • but he can’t exactly drive you away before he even gets to know you.
  • you didn’t notice when it started, because you weren’t looking out for him. you didn’t know him.
  • it started with sneaking pictures. pictures at school, pictures in public, pictures at home.
  • developing them, putting them on his wall, putting them everywhere.
  • you, everywhere. it was beautiful to him, his masterpiece, his work.
  • you should be his reward for all this hard work.
  • he would follow you, always lurking just out of sight, always so close and yet you never noticed.
  • he saw what you did, every day.
  • he saw who you talked with, every day.
  • he saw where you went, every day.
  • and then, people started disappearing. bodies started being found.
  • friends of yours, classmates, anybody who could possibly pose a threat to his love for you. you would be his, he loved you, he earned you.
  • you remember it vividly.
  • he had asked you to meet him behind the gymnasium. an anonymous note.
  • when you got there, he was already waiting, stained in blood, dragging along the limp body of the very last friend you had.
  • the very last one.
  • dead.
  • you start screaming, you can’t help it, he’s a psychopath.
  • he just smiles and pulls you into a kiss, digging his knife into your stomach and he kissed you sweetly.
  • he was the last thing you felt as the life left your body.
  • this would be a great addition to his collection.
  • you were so, so beautiful.

Shuuichi Saihara

  • when he first saw you, his heart practically exploded out of his chest.
  • he had never felt this strongly before, his face was heating up, he was completely struck by you, completely in love.
  • he knew he had to have you, he knew he had to be with you, you were stunning, flawless, perfect.
  • but you had a boyfriend.
  • it was physically painful for him, his heart aching when he saw you two together, wanting nothing more than to be that man.
  • to be yours.
  • and then, he started thinking dark thoughts.
  • there was a way to get what he wanted.
  • he had solved enough murder cases to know what to do.
  • he was confident he could get away with this.
  • his hands were shaking when he stood over your boyfriend’s bed, staring at his sleeping form.
  • his entire body was shaking when he brought his axe down on your boyfriend’s neck.
  • you were single now, it seems.
  • he wanted nothing more than to be exactly the man you deisred.
  • so, forgive him if he thought it necessary to be drastic.
  • he took an article of clothing, just one, just a belt, one you had mentioned looked nice on your boyfriend, a new one.
  • maybe that would be enough to catch your attention…?
  • it wasn’t. for weeks, you didn’t notice him.
  • and then, you got another boyfriend.
  • boyfriend after boyfriend, with saihara putting an end to every single one, and keeping an article.
  • anything to catch your attention.
  • he’ll just have to keep going until he’s all that’s left.
  • you have to notice him eventually…right?
  • or will he have to come get you himself?

Kaito Momota

  • he had always seemed really normal, actually.
  • he was fun, he was exciting, he was social, your friends liked him, he was honestly shaping up to be the perfect boyfriend.
  • and then, you found his box.
  • a box in his closet, just completely filled with pictures of you that you never knew he took.
  • pieces of your hair.
  • one of your bras.
  • an old bandaid of yours.
  • he had kept all of it hidden here.
  • “So you found it.”
  • you dropped that box faster than you’d ever dropped anything before, you turned to run, to leave, every piece of you was screaming at you to get out.
  • he was dangerous.
  • but you knew he was faster than you. he was stronger than you. he was in love with you, and you were never getting away.
  • you were kicking and screaming and crying and begging when he dragged you down into the basement, away from the world.
  • you knew if you went down there, you were never coming back up.
  • he was apologizing, tears running down his face, he knew you were scared, but this is how things had to be.
  • he couldn’t risk you running away.
  • he couldn’t risk losing you.
  • you had to stay with him, forever.
  • he loved you.


  • he didn’t understand these feelings at all.
  • why was he feeling so strongly for you? why did he feel like he needed you all to himself, like nobody else deserved to have you?
  • it scared him. he shouldn’t be feeling like this.
  • but he did. strongly. every time he saw you.
  • every boy he saw you with made him angry, and he didn’t like that, but it was a fact.
  • so they started going missing.
  • he couldn’t kill them, he couldn’t possibly, he wouldn’t let himself, just the thought made him sick.
  • but he could let them die.
  • he could lock them away in his cellar and wait for them to starve.
  • they deserved it for thinking they were worth your time.
  • he remembers talking to you, he remembers you telling him how nervous it made you that people kept disappearing and never getting found.
  • you wanted them to be found…?
  • then they would be.
  • bodies started turning up.
  • starved bodies.
  • but that didn’t make you happy either…so maybe he should go back to just leaving them in the basement.
  • he just wants you to be treated with as much love and respect as possibe! none of these boys are right for you, why can’t you see that?!
  • he just wants you to be happy.
  • please smile for him, please stop being sad.
  • this isn’t what he wanted.

Gonta Gokuhara


Ryouma Hoshi

  • he was always a little possessive, but not anything really out of the ordinary.
  • but it started growing.
  • he was getting clingy, he was always talking about how he could never be without you, how just KNOWING you changed his life forever, it was just…weird.
  • eventually you decided to break things off.
  • and god, he went berserk.
  • he always knew you would leave him, he always knew.
  • he knew nobody could ever really care about him.
  • so why should he have expected you to?
  • he wants to hurt you, because he loves you so much.
  • he wants to hurt everybody around you, because he loves you so much.
  • but he would never.
  • not to you.
  • not when he saw this coming.
high school au! ong  seongwoo

summary: ong is the president of your school’s drama club
genre: fluff
a/n: please tell me what you think!!! and thank you for reading heh

  • ong is super popular in your school like almost everyone knows him 
  • and being the president of your school’s drama club is only part of the reason why
  • he’s very well known for being very warm and welcoming to everyone without bias, and he never fails to bring up the mood and make people laugh
  • unlike the other popular kids, it’s obvious that ong is actually genuinely nice and that he sincerely likes the people around him so it’s amazing
  • anyways so about the drama club
  • you decided to join the drama club this year because you used to dabble in theatre a while back, and your school’s drama club was known for being really bonded and fun
  • and you thought it would be fun to join even if just for the experience
  • during your first few sessions with the club, you already knew that you had made the right choice because everyone was being super friendly and welcoming towards you 
  • true to the stereotype, everyone was extremely loud and energetic all the time and you loved the atmosphere so much
  • the first time you got properly introduced to ong was at the end of the first session
  • usually theatre kids do this thing at the end of each rehearsal/session where they sit together and kind of just talk as a form of debrief
  • it didn’t necessarily have to be related to the day of rehearsal, it could be about anything anyone had in mind
  • just because shows are usually a lot better when the cast members themselves have good synergy offstage
  • so during that debrief session on the first day, ong introduced himself as the president to those of you newcomers 
  • you had a good impression of him right away because he seemed so nice and he made it clear that anyone could approach him about any problem at any time and he would be there to talk to you about it
  • and you were like damn. thats nice
  • anyways club dinners were when you got the chance to actually become close to him
  • usually when rehearsals ended it was already super late and yall were starving + dinners together as a club is a good way to bond
  • it just so happened that for the first dinner both of you ended up sitting next to each other 
  • and damn. you guys hit it off right away
  • like ong was thinking who is this person who makes so many lame jokes
  • and you were thinking why is this boy always tryna get attention (you could relate)
  • when both of you simultaneously dipped your fries into your ice cream it was decided for real
  • “aren’t we soulmates??1?!”
  • “yup. no other explanation”
  • that’s how it all started. from then on you guys just got closer and closer
  • even on days when you guys weren’t having club dinners both of you would go out on your own for dinner or snacks
  • for warmups and stuff if y’all were trying out some whacky new activity (as theatre kids do) then ong would call you up to come and demonstrate it with him to the rest of the club
  • sometimes he would ask you about his president stuff like 
  • “y/n, do you think our club would appreciate getting matching socks
  • “should i ask the school to paint our room a darker shade of black or is this shade of black good enough” (because drama rooms are all black on the inside in case you’re confused dksjds)
  • weird stuff like that and he could always trust you to be as excited as him about this kinda stuff

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