(requested by anon:
pleeaase do bts yandere!au imagine where they get possessive/ jealous 💜💜💜)
warnings: swearing, violence, angst*ish*
little note:yandere =
a person either in anime or real life who would harm or kill others for looking/interacting with their crush
as well as make their crush happy whatever it costs
As a guy, whom you knew from school, approached
you, you felt a burning gaze coming from behind you and you didn’t need to turn
around to know who it was. You quickly finished the convo and came up to your
„Yoon-“ „What the
fuck did he want? Flirt with you? Take you away from me?!“ he yelled. „Yoongi
ple-” he cut you off midd-sentence again. „Don’t fucking tell me you didn’t
notice his intentions?!“ he yelled and hit the air with his hand in anger. You
put your hands around his neck and snuggled into his neck, calming him down
instantly. He hugged you back tightly. „What’s mine is mine“
„Namjoon please don-“ he cut you off immediately. „What
the fuck did he want? Ask you out maybe?“ he said sarcastically and you knew he
was barely holding it together. You wanted to say something but just as you
were about to, he started throwing papers off a table in anger and yelling.
Once he was done with throwing his fit he came up to you furiously and pulled
you close. „No one gets to talk to you or look at you. You are mine“
His glare was so dark from anger it could kill someone,
literally. „Why the fuck did you talk to that guy? Is he more handsome and
interesting than me?“ his insecurities showed every time he was angry just like
now. „Oppa..“ you cooed and moved closer, closing the gap between you two. At
first he didn’t wanna look at you but he calmed down as soon as you touched his
chest, moving up to his shoulders. „Don’t talk to other guys. Or I might just
As you approached him, he was looking at you with a
deadly glare. „Oppa don-” but it was too late. He turned the table over in
anger and he wanted to flip the chairs over too but you managed to stop him.
You moved his head towards you and left your hands on his chest, calming his
heavy breathing. „It’s okay oppa. I’m here. I’ll always be here“ you cooed as you
softly rubbed his upper arm while leaning against his chest, calming him down
He watched you with a mixture of disbelief and anger.
„Oppa it’s not what you th-“ „Then what the fuck is it? Enlighten me please“
he was way too angry and it made you scared. You backed away a bit, your
posture changing. Hoseok didn’t miss to notice it. „No please.. Jagi I’m
sorry.. I’d kill myself if I ever hurt you“ he reached his hands out with a sad
face, looking down to the floor. You came up to him, hugging him tightly.
He breathed heavily and stared at you as you approached
him. „Tae it’s not like tha-” „I’m not even ‘oppa’ anymore?!“ his anger
surfaced. „No, no, no you’ll always be my oppa, I’m sorry..“ you came up to him
placing your hands on his jawline where it meets his ears, playing with the
edges of his hair. He calmed down immediately and closed his eyes. He leaned in
and pressed his forehead against yours, caressing your hands.
He didn’t wanna face you because he knew he was pissed
off. He went to the nearby wall and leaned against it, trying to calm his
breathing. You came up to him and he looked up, giving you a cold yet
vulnerable stare. You slowly got closer and put one of your hands on his back,
rubbing it. You slid the other hand to the other side of his face and made him
look at you. He pushed you against the wall as he hugged you really tight,
snuggling his head into your neck whispering small „Only mine“s.
xx hope anon is satisfied; sorry for being an inactive trash im back xx
guys.. i cant believe spencer smith is out there… just as radiant as always.. apparently getting lunch with some guy from a band named peter wents or something? whatever. spencer. hes out there. hes good. i’m so proud.
so today i learnt that in australian parliament last friday we had a vote on bank regulation??? i think it was bank regulation
and anyway the number of seats held by each party is really close so if they do a vote everyone has to be there or they’ll lose
but this week a bunch of guys from the opposition announced “fuck it, whatever, we’ll lose, we’re going home” and they got a bunch of suitcases and left
so then a bunch of guys from the main party were like “well if they’re not here we can go home too! sweet! early weekend” and they all got on planes and flew home
except the opposition guys didn’t actually leave. they just drove in a little circle in their taxis and then snuck back in to vote, and the main party guys didn’t know until they were already in the air
so long story short i think we have some new bank regulations, also our parliament is made of five-year-olds
All I can think about is Danny catching the first flight back. He’s standing in the doorway to the bedroom, Steve’s asleep, but it’s clearly not a comfortable sleep. It’s tense, there’s twitching, pained grunts, a grimace on Steve’s face, the exhaustion so severe that he sleeps on, anyway.
Danny doesn’t yet cross the room to get into bed. He doesn’t know what to do when he gets there, doesn’t know where is safe to touch. Steve’s chest might be healing nicely but the scar is still red and bright. And Danny, fuck, Danny, maybe it makes him a coward but sometimes he snuggles against Steve’s back, just so that he can feel and see and nuzzle a patch of skin that’s unbroken. Just so that he can be at peace for two fucking seconds, not have to face the sight of Steve, sliced open, raw and bleeding and leaving him.
“I fucking hate you,” he whispers, because Steve’s ruined everything, his back swathed in bandages, a brand new slice right beneath that’s just waiting to break Danny’s heart anew.
Steve grunts, rolls onto his back and gasps awake, the pain an almost physical presence in the room, a red haze that Danny could reach out and touch if he wanted to. He doesn’t want to, the haze always hurts like acid but he chose Steve, he chooses Steve, he’ll always choose Steve. He walks into the room.
“Steve,” he says, heartbroken, overcome by how relieved Steve looks to see him. “I’m sorry. God. I love you.”
He shucks his sweaty travel clothes and crawls onto the bed. He might be smaller but he curls around Steve, a shell around a pearl. Steve is chipped and uneven, rough at the edges, but perfect, beautiful, the greatest gift the sea has ever given. Danny holds him gently with both hands, fights through the red haze to settle his palms on broken skin.
“Bit sore,” Steve admits reluctantly, because he’s Steve and he doesn’t know any other way to be.
“Yeah,” Danny says, voice wet with emotion. “Yeah. Your chest. Your back. I don’t even know where to… I don’t know. I don’t know where to touch you.”
Steve sighs, still hurting, but content now. “Just there,” he says, drifting off in Danny’s arms.
“Just there,” Danny agrees, a bundle of grief and gratitude and love. The haze is slowly fading, but Danny won’t sleep, not yet. He breathes deep and settles in to guard Steve through the night.
Ponyboy would definitely always be doing something remotely sexual to you whenever he even got the chance like even if it was just sitting next to you he’d have one hand really high up on your thigh or if you were laying down he’d have his hand up your shirt. And he’d definitely always be showing off around you or bragging about how good he did at his last track meet and how much better he did than everyone else. And if you and soda were goofing off and you both started getting handsy pony would look up at you guys from whatever he was doing and say “Watch those hands Soda, it’s all mine.” Or if you guys were out somewhere and some guy was trying to put the moves on you he’d come over and take your hand and just join in on the conversation super casually like there’s nothing to it. And during sex he’d always want to be on top. Like he’d just bury his face in your chest trying to muffle his groans and he’d love it when you admired his body or just touched his chest and talked highly of him because it made him feel good about himself or… Man idk I feel like he definitely wouldn’t be shy.
I’ve been living in this apartment with my mom for 10 years now
I’ve seen a lot of things and heard a lot too…
these are my apartment adventures
one time when I was 7 this stressed 30 year old woman knocked on the door and asked for my UNO cards and 5 hours later she happily returned them
Whenever my Albanian neighbors gets pissed at me they play loud ass music that has lots of artistic clanging in it
last week I heard “you better stop eating all the damn fucking cheese” and then a guy go “whatever”
The Albanian guy from downstairs was outside trying to get a dent out of his car and was like “Some person ran into my car and look at this big dent, I don’t understand this big dent. So mean of them” and I was like awkwardly “yes that’s very rude, I’m sorry”
My brother broke our toilet by falling out of the shower and cracking it up, my mom started crying while throwing towels everywhere hysterically, we knocked on the neighbors door and he shut off the water but he was like “Lol how’d you manage this?” and my tall ass brother was like “my body”
The Albanian guy from downstairs was singing to his daughter like the “monkeys jumping on the bed” thing and she was giggling so loud and I almost started crying because of how cute it was
These two brother’s lock each other out and bang on their front door yelling and they are like 16 and 18 and it’s fucking childish and you can hear the sound so clearly so one day I opened my door and was like “CAN YOU NOT” and he was like “BUT IM LOCKED OUT” and I just shut my door sassily and the excessive banging stopped and my mom was like “what if he slashes your tires??”
Same guy was standing on top of his car shirtless smoking some cigs and yelling “WE DON’T NEED SCHOOL” and all these guys were standing by his car going like “yeah” “yeah” “yeaaaah”
This guy was standing out in the hallway holding a tv and he was an obvious fuck boy and he was on his phone saying “i have the tv for Netflix and chill”
Unknown boxer briefs always chill in the parking lot and I always wonder if someone is stripping down in the parking lot at night
Once this little boy had to take out the trash in like a foot of snow and he was wearing shorts so I ran to him and asked if I could carry him to the trash bins, while carrying him I realized he must of at least been 7, and that I was carrying a heavy young boy, and it was extremely awkward but he was wearing shorts and he would of had to trudge through all that snow!!! And I almost dropped him but we made it and then I carried him the whole way back and then he ran inside and I was just like “I probably ruined that young man’s pride” because I was like 13 at the time and trying to carry some growing boy through the snow