When you wake up the next morning, heâs made you breakfast.
It's not an odd thing for him to do, yet no less appreciated, as well as a sense of relief. You were afraid he might have figured out different things during the night and woken up upset with you, but this proves heâs still ashamed.
You donât know why exactly, but it makes you feel a little good inside, which in turn makes you feel a little guilty about it all... But you suppose, it wasn't that you were feeling happy or anything, you were just a little giddy that he was taking it so seriously. Another part of you had thought heâd just sweep it all under the rug and pretend nothing had happened.
But thatâs not the kind of man he is.
No, instead, heâs on his knees. Arms wrapped around your thighs, head buried in your belly, muffled sounds of, âPlease, please, please, donât leave me,â pouring out of his mouth while you stand there, still dressed in one of his cotton t-shirts youâd worn to bed.
His words, though had started off more or less like something you wanted to hear, didnât exactly end as such.
âLeave you?â you mirror, eyes wide, feeling your heart drop down to the very pits of your stomach. âWho said anything about that!?â
Taking his face in your hands, you notice the heavy purple bags under his eyesâhe must not have slept a wink. Or, actually, maybe that's not all⌠Judging by the looks of the red roots netting the white and the equally annoyed rouge of his cheeks, you suspect he'd been too busy crying to sleep.
Heâs crying still, smothering his face back into your belly with his shoulders hunched up, voice breaking on a sob, whimpering loudly, âSo youâre not leaving me?âÂ
You feel awful now. This isn't what you'd wanted. You just wanted to tell him off, just a bit, make him reflect on his actions a little, not torture himself.
âOf course Iâm not leaving you!â you very nearly yell. âWhat are you talking about? I would never leave youââ You get down on your knees down alongside him, hugging him back tightly.
âSo you forgive me?â he immediately whines into the cove of your neck, joined by tears smeared into your skin, while pouring his overwhelming weight against you, very nearly making you fall backwards.
âYes, stupid, I forgive you!â You declare loudly from over his shoulder, feeling befuddled by the odd situationâunsure of what to do other than comfort him with assurances, âSo, uhm, stop cryingâeverythingâs alrightââ
His head lifts, breaths hitchy and heavy, looking at you with enlarged puppy-dog eyesâthe type youâd never think to see on him. âSo you donât hate me?â
You shake your head, both in disbelief and to negate the ridiculous question. âNo! Iâm not going anywhere, and I donât hate you.â
His lip warbles, brows cinched, looking pathetic, asking, âSo you still love me?â
You take his face in your hands again, needing to hold it together now that the surprise and absurdity of it all were bordering on ridiculous enough to make you almost laugh against your will. You didn't know he had this side to him, is all. Itâs hard to take him seriously when he's being so⌠well, uncharacteristically cute.Â
âYes, I still love you, I never stopped loving you,â you confirm, looking over his harrowed expression. âJeezâyou need some sleep...â
âI canât sleep without you.â He shakes his head, pouting. âI never can. I need youâwithout you Iâm just a worthless messânot an alphaânot even a manââ
A snort escapes you at that, needing to shake your head at his melodrama while suppressing a smile. âThatâs not trueââ
âYes, it is,â he interrupts with another almost theatrical whine.
âDonât be silly.â Youâre fully giggling now, though trying not to. Youâd heard about getting high off of no sleep, but youâd never actually witnessed itâat least not to this degree. âCome, youâll feel better once you eat. Weâll talk more after youâve had a nap, alright? Everythingâs going to be okay.â
He bites his lip, shutting his eyes with another sniffle, before conceding with a whisper, voice all hitched, âOkayâŚâ
You help him eat and bring him along with you back to bed, letting him use you as a body pillow.
Stroking his head as he snores, you listen to him whir with little sleepy moans, holding you around the waist with his head drowned in your chest, drooling on you like a baby.
Heâs out like a light. Fully exhausted, poor guy. It makes you smile. Your thoughts of him being upset with you and your stunt seem silly now. Suppose he isnât as macho as you thought...
Itâs strange, all this time, youâve thought of him as someone independent and unshakable. Whoâd have known his fortitude could be so easily broken down?Â
Never in your life would you think youâd ever get to see an Alpha cry like that. You know itâs stigmatized, you know many would have you think it makes him less red-blooded. But honestly, if anything, it actually makes you feel kind of happy.Â
Somehow, you donât feel like youâre as different as you thought...
Thereâs a groan, followed by a yawn coming from below, and you turn your head down to see his eyes, half-mast and dazed, slowly blinking the sleep off.
âGood morning,â you coo, smiling softly.
He immediately hides his face back in your chest with another apology getting muffled against your skin, âIâm sorryâŚâ
You run a hand over his locks, stroking him sweetly. âItâs okay,â you repeat from earlier. âI didnât mean for it to be such a big deal, it really wasnâtââ
âNo,â he interruptsâhead popping up and looking at you, eyes big and earnest, stating, âYou have every right to be upset,â before continuing with another ramble, âI just barged in and pounced on you, I didnât even ask firstâit was late, and you were all ready to go to bed, trying to tell me something and I just completely ignored you like a fucking dickhead.â His head drops down again, burying itself in shame with another muffled utterance, âIâm the worst.â
âNo, youâre not,â you deny, placing a kiss on the top of his head. Smiling as you give him credit, âThough⌠Iâm glad you understand why I was upset.â
Itâs quiet for a moment. He tugs your body closer, both arms snaked tight around your waist, exposing his face and turning his head upward until his ear is the one resting against your heart.
âThereâs more to it, though... isn't there?â he mumbles, a little hesitantlyâanxiously even. âSomething youâre not telling meâsomething you wanted to talk about... Something thatâs wrongââ
You shake your head, cutting him off, âNo, no, nothingâs wrongââ You scooch down until your heads level, holding his face in both palms with eyes locked. âI promise, everythingâs okay nowâit wasnât really that big a deal to begin with, just me in my head. Honestly, we can forget all about it now.â
âNo,â He returns the gesture, layering his hands on top of yours, pulling them down and holding them between you. âPlease, tell me.â
You bite your lip at that. Thinking it over once again.
During his nap, youâd actually decided it wasnât all that necessary to talk after all. Youâd been feeling bad because you werenât sure whether you were being seen or heard, but this whole episode has proved those thoughts wrong.
Though⌠you suppose, things werenât all resolved.Â
âWell⌠itâs just,â you start, not feeling as prepared as youâd done yesterday. Youâd written down what youâd wanted to say, and now itâs like youâve forgotten every word. âI guessâŚâ Though you suppose it wasnât really all that complicated at the end of the day. âI just want you to talk to me more.âÂ
Because thatâs really what this has been all about. Misunderstandings and whatnot.
You sigh, feeling good about having cleared that up, but catching his gaze, you realize it hadnât been all that clear at allâa halfway cocked eyebrow raised expectantly over his eye, silently hoping for a little more context.
You go flushed then, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Rushing to continue with half-though-out sentences, âOr, well, itâs not like you donât talk to meâwhat I mean isâI want you to include me in, uhm⌠like⌠decision-making and stuffââÂ
Feeling overheated with stupidity, the tops of your cheeks and tips of your ears both burn. You sigh again, needing to catch your breath and calm down, at least enough to slow your voice down before continuing, now more relaxed as you go, âI want you to confide in me with your thoughts and feelings and if, you know, youâre struggling with anythingâeven if itâs just work-related stuff, I just⌠want to help you like you help me.âÂ
Youâre the one who wants to hide your face now. But even so, you steal yourself and look up at him through your lashes. âIs that okay?â
It catches him off guard, by the looks of his mouth opening and closing again with only a dumb âUh,â leaving them. But he as well, manages to reel himself in enough to form an answer.
âOf course it is, yes, Iââ he says, stumbling a bit as he thinks. âI guess I just always thought those things were an Alphas responsibility⌠To provide and protect you, and never burden you with anythingââ
âAnd I love that about you,â you assure, giving his hands a squeeze where they in turn squeeze yours. âBut I don't want that to mean protecting me from life.â You smile. âWeâre supposed to be building it together, arenât we? I want us to take those challenges on and figure them out side by side. Donât you?â
He looks at you, staring, face a little unreadable. You feel a little anxious in the wait for his answer, but then it comes.
Resolute and resounding, âThe only thing I want is to make you happy.â
He brushes your forehead with his, nuzzling closer until the tips of your noses touch. âAnd if thisâll make you happy, then Iâll be relying on you from now on.âÂ
He kisses you then, softly.
He tastes like salt from before, but you donât mind.
No, the opposite actually. When you part, itâs with confidence enough to finally say it, whispering it against his lips, âOne more thing.â
And he whispers back, just as softly, âWhat?â
Biting your lip again, your heart flutters dramatically in your chest, just as eager as the rest of you. âI know we havenât spoken about it, butâŚâÂ
Youâd been so nervous about it before today, but now, all those doubts have been settled, and you canât really feel or think of a single reason to wait even a single second longer.
(Just some brainstorming I whipped up in the past 15min, for a future project.)
Yandere English professor DILF that secretly writes you the most amazing and beautiful love poems and leaves them in your locker. You do well in his class already but he overlooks some mistakes. He always asks to see you after class to talk about what you brought up in your last assignment or discuss a book with you. Uses his status as a top professor to get information about you, including your schedule.
Yandere bully who has made you his favorite victim, trying to bully those around you to isolate you. Homophobic. Can't admit he is in love with you even though he forces you to be his lab partner all the time, "because you'll get us a good grade." Insults you all the time but can't get you out of his head. Jerks off to thoughts about you then punches you to feel better about it. Might get drunk and sloppily make out with you against your will then deny it all a minute later.
Yandere upperclassman who condescends to you and points out all your flaws, biting his lip at the look of embarrassment on your face. But you'd look even better when he praises you. You'd be such a good pet for him, if he could break you. Wants you to be his puppy, on your knees in front of him, sucking his cock, nuzzling his hand when he pets you. He wants you living off of his attention. He is very popular but likes how you don't trip over yourself to please him because of his popularity and wealth. Likes how authentic you are. Definitely considering using his wealth to kidnap you to his mansion at the end of the year.
Yandere loser nerd who you were too nice to a few too many times. The saddest wettest most pathetic bitchless loser. Stalks you. Sneaks into your room and steals your dirty clothes and jerks his musky cock while sniffing them. Probably forgets to shower sometimes so he is always a bit musky. Super skinny stuttering pushover with extreme social anxiety but he'd follow you anywhere. Wants to drug and kidnap and violate you but would apologize and cry the entire time he was doing it.
men who touch you like they love you. they are soft and kind with every move they make. because, well, they do love you. you are their life, their treasure, their only girl.
men who smile softly when you show them your new outfit or nails, or something you made for them. who adore you and all that you do. you're practically an angel to him.
men who caress the side of your face ever so softly. who gaze lovingly into your eyes. who, in public, kiss you with such love and care that you'd swear you were made of glass.
men who hold out their hand for you to take when you're crossing the street, descending the staircases, or just when there are too many people around. he has to protect you, to keep you safe because you're such a sweetheart.
men who gently run their hand over your hair, tucking loose strands behind your ear. who gently kiss the top of your head. who hug you with their whole body. who just love you so much <3
are the same men who fuck you like they hate you.
men who are mean and rough with every move they make on the bed. because well, he does love you so much that the only way he could express it sexually is to be a little mean. maybe it's the cuteness aggression. maybe he's just a sick fuck.
men who have a gross grin as he looks down at you. your pretty face against the pillow, drool spilling from your swollen lips and your fingers gripping the sheets. he can't help but snap his hips faster into you. he can't help but go rougher, your body can take it right?
men who slap the side of your face so hard you have tears brimming on your eyes, but your pussy squeezes him equally as hard. men who squish the sides of your cheeks and force you to pucker your lips out so he can kiss you. he loves forcing your mouth open with his and slipping his tongue inside. at this point he's practically fucking your mouth with his tongue. a strong hand behind your head so you can't move away from him. his heavy body crushing yours. <3
men who use the same hand he offers you to cross the street, to flip you over on your tummy and fuck you silly. who easily switches positions with you like it's no one's business. who wraps his fingers around your neck and smiles sweetly as he pushes into you. causing you to cream around him.
men who grip your hair and pull it when you try to hide your face or move away. men who press their bodies on top of yours, forcing you to stay in place as he enjoys you.
men who, if he never treated you so kindly in public, would assume he hates you with the way he fucks you in private.
spoiler - he loves you to death !!!! never doubt his loyalty <3
i was rereading my favorite series that cause me mental suffering and
Genuinely? LMLMN Marco scares the absolute fuck out of me, like genuinely disturbing.....
no i totally get what you mean about "what about the other people in a yandere life?" and honestly- this is something i have been exploring through my own writing through multiple perspectives.
as in being someone close enough to see other sides of the yandere, or even the "normal" or "the mask".
and i'm really genuine when i say, Lmlmn is one of my favorite series' around yanderes, it's subversive, take a different angle.
the main character isn't boring & bland, they have actual complex emotions, LIKE WHEN I SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE MC AND HOW YOU WROTE THEM!!!!, -i'm like so happy the mc wasn't a dumb bitch-. and Marco is also interesting and have multitudes.
the whole story feel like a fucked slice of life, and so so so human. and i felt so many emotions anger/ fear/anxiety/ grief/ resentment (toward both Marco and Mia funnily enough). and i keep coming back to it.
even if you grew out of it, which is so natural, i genuinely enjoyed analyzing and reading through it.
i personally think i would enjoy your writing even if it wasn't about yanderes, i liked the depth you tackled the story with.
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Anon, this gen means so much to me, again tysm for enjoying the series đ
That's amazing to hear youre also exploring through your own writing cause I dont see a lot of takes on this! So im interested đ
And yeah with the "what about the other people", it always got me thinking about how most yanderes are mostly: "The love of my life is my only purpose in life" And we don't usually get to see the other side of the character like favorite hobbies, or how they maintain geniune relationships! What are they thinking when it isnt their S/O on their mind? What are they like as a person?
With the Mc, I genuinely at the time, tried my hardest not to make them helpless (even though they technically are with the situation.. ), and more morally grey(?). Morally Grey is not the word I'd use, but basically the Mc wasn't supposed to be the typical "perfect victim". Not the stuttering pleading, begging, weakâ but the guilty victim. The self loathing, and self aware victim that knows they cant go back to what they've done and as a result, bitterly plays into their mistakes.
They have flaws, and even adapted some horrible habits and mentalities as a result from what happened to them..
Even though the story is taking ages to complete, I know regardless if ends up bad or good, I'll complete it! Better to leave things wrapped up than forgotten đđĽš
Again tysm!! Sorry it took so long to respond! đ
I think it would be so funny to get a movie about this.
You, the side character, watch this impossible woman get the CEO and are ultimately forced to handle all of her bullshit and if you dare mess up, YOU are the bad guy.
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For Day 5.5 specifically, you can expect:
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Continuation to being transported into a romance as (Y/N)'s friend
You hadn't signed up for this nonsense. You were perfectly fine being a background character, enjoying peaceful days and countless benefits as a consequence to (Y/N)'s luxury trickling all the way down to you.
Sure, some days were awkward: it was hard to focus on your latest report when the billionaire CEO would growl and tug at his shirt, trying to intimidate his love rival for openly flirting with (Y/N). You could barely hold back your grimace whenever you had to lead presentations and discovered, mortified, that your ever-seductive friend was curled under the table, servicing your boss in a miserably failed discretion. You once nearly choked on your meal when you heard the CEO whispering to (Y/N) how he added his own secret ingredient, and you realized you'd accidentally swapped lunches.
Nonetheless, life went on. You couldn't complain much. Except now, for whatever damned reason, you began to be noticed by the main cast. A glitch in the matrix? Were you turning into your own version of (Y/N)?
"Don't act mysterious. Just give me your phone number," the rebellious love rival demanded, visibly impatient. He slicked his hair back and grunted at you.
Sir, I didn't even exist to you until two episodes ago, you were temped to say. You wondered if you'd accidentally pressed some forbidden button in the breakroom and involuntarily caused this mess.
From the corner of your eye, you saw the manager making his way towards your desk. You could tell from the wide, relaxed grin that he had similar intentions to this self-proclaimed alpha male.
In a moment of panic, you sprung out of your seat and rushed for the supply closet. Maybe you'd find some quiet there. Maybe everything would return to normal if you closed your eyes for long enough.
Right as you slammed the door shut, you noticed you weren't alone in the cramped chamber.
You're transported into the fictional setting of a romance plot, except you're (Y/N)'s friend instead of (Y/N) themselves. Life is surprisingly chill, albeit a tad peculiar.
You stepped into an empty office, with only a handful of coworkers sitting around and chitchatting. What's going on, you asked, as one of the managers handed you a cup of coffee. (Y/N) got kidnapped again, he stated casually, it's the third time this month. Ah, so the billionaire CEO must've been away to save them. Less work for you.
Indeed, being a secondary character to (Y/N)'s dark romance comes with surprising benefits. You eye your fridge, stuffed to the brim with leftovers from your town's most exquisite restaurants. (Y/N) can never decide on what to eat, so your mysterious boss just orders everything on the menu and has you dealing with the rest.
Yet, something's off. Lately, you've begun to notice that your existence is interfering with the natural order of the universe. The love rival who's been fighting for (Y/N)'s affections suddenly gawks at you in utter disbelief; were you always there? How comes he never realized it until now? The shy underling who'd been secretly crushing on (Y/N) for the longest time hesitantly sits next to you, throwing you quick glances. The flirty manager who won't stop teasing (Y/N) abruptly stops by your desk.
It's as if the cast is only now becoming aware of your presence.
Youâd taken a pair of scissors to the new dress heâd bought you.Â
It was a pretty thingâsomething youâd squeal and wear to any and every given occasion. But you had none of those anymore, and the dress did nothing but rub salt in the wound as a rude reminder of the fact that you were here, trapped in this godforsaken house, with him as your only source of company.
And your sole admirer. So, if you were to dress up, it would be for no other reason than to amuse him. And with that being the tragic case, you destroyed itâlet him see what you thought of his giftâtossing it on the floor before him like something gutted. Letting him know rather clearly that you wouldnât be playing his gamesâthat, if he thought he could make you dress up for him like a toy doll, then he was deadly fucking wrong.
âFuck you and your sick fucking fantasies.â
It had been a while since youâd gotten this upset. Usually, youâd just play alongâto a degree that was far from giving it your all, but still. You donât know exactly what warranted a bigger reaction this time.
Possibly, it was the idea of it all that had you so shook.
The dress reminded you of the world outside and with it, the understanding of how utterly far removed from it you were and had been now for a very long time.
It was a really pretty dress, tooâyouâd have used any excuse to wear it, called your friends up, made plans on the spot to go out for no other reason than to paint the town red while looking drop-dead gorgeous.
It would bring tears to your eyes if you werenât so angry, fuming where youâre standing, wanting to stab him to death, yet having settled for killing the dress instead, as it was a more likely target.Â
âOh?â is all he says without looking a smidgen worth of upset. âThatâs too badâŚâ
He shakes his head, looking at the dress on the floor while holding his maw, pointer finger tapping on his chin.
âI was planning on taking you out in that.â He sucks his teeth casually, as if what heâd just said was any such thing as trivial, then sighs just as blithely. âDamn shameâŚâ
A rush runs through you at the same time. Feeling a stab of regret fester in your chest before confusionâs able to overlap it, mingling with each other into this gross feeling of distress and disorientationâas if reality had just blended with a dream.Â
You stare at him, head spinning, nearly whispering, âWhat?â
He doesnât pay you the same regard, almost dismissing the entire conversation with a wave of his hand. âOh, you know, what with it being our one-year anniversary and allâŚâ
You continue to stare at himâknowing full well how utterly insane he is, though, not sure if this is one of those types of crazy where he forgets to lock away the knives before youâre able to swipe one or if itâs the other type of crazy where he knows exactly what to say to make you feel just as mad as him.
âWhy? Did you forget?â he continues, cocking a brow at you.
He is dressed nicely, you note. Not a full suit but something like itâa neat pair of trousers, a clean polo shirt, polished dress shoesâŚ
Was he really planning on taking you outside?
âWell, it doesnât really matter nowâŚâ he clicks his tongue, looking back at the ruined dress on the floor. âYou donât have anything to wear anymoreââ
âNoâIââ you interject before youâre able to think about how desperate you sound. âI have other dressesâI canââ
âNo, donât bother,â he cuts you off coldly, a hand held up to silence you. âItâs ruined now. Weâll try again next year.â
You swallow thickly at that, repeating it in your headânext year. It echoes back as a questionânext year? But⌠but itâs so long until then. Too long.
âNo! Iâm sorry,â you blurt out, rushing over to him, hands splayed flat on his chest as you plead, looking up at him now with pathetic eyes and an even worse off voice, âPlease, IâI wanna celebrateâI doââ
His head veers up, mouth pulling to the side as he cocks his head, looking at the ceiling while giving it a hum in thought, âMh⌠mâ not really in the mood anymore.â
You heart rifts, âButââ
âI spent a lot of time picking out that dress for you, you know?â he cuts you off, looking down his nose at you. âThought about how good it would look on you and everything.âÂ
He eyes your face like that, with this awfully jaded expression on his own, clicking his tongue, âItâs all a waste now, isnât it?â
You shake your head, brows knitted. âN-no-IâI can still wear it.â
You rip yourself away from him while pulling off the shapeless shirt you were wearing, nearly naked now as you all but throw yourself onto the floor after the dress youâd tossed the same way.
âJust waitââ
You tussle it up into your arms before scrambling up to your feet again, hurried as you wrestle with it, pulling it up over your hips, then shouldersâa gash on the front of it marking where youâd cut it open.
âSee? Itâs not so bad,â you insist despite the obvious. âI can fix itâI just need to sew it andââ
You stop mid-ramble as he abruptly walks away, falling silent while you watch him bend down to the floor where the scissors had slipped to when youâd first thrown the dress at him.
He picks them up slowly, eyeing them for a moment, then walks back to youâunreadable expression on his face as he appraises the damage done to the dress with his free hand, running over the crude cut made on your stomach.
"You really think you could fix it?" He asks coolly while his digits climb higher, leaving the fabric in favor of tenderly thumbing your chin as he drinks in those big, hopeful eyes of yours as you nod your head all earnestly.
"Yeah?"
His fingertips slide across your cheek, tenderly yet oddly aloof in the action as he picks up a tress of your hair to play with.
He coils it around his pointer before bringing his other hand up and snipping the lock clean off.
Your ears draw back at the sharp sound, feeling the wisps brush your naked arm as they silently fall to the floor. You look down to see them lying thereânot just a few strands, but a big and unforgiving chunk.
âDâyou think you could fix that too?â comes a voiceâbrisk like the sound of the scissors.
You just blink, lips parted in stale shock.
âWell?â he asks then, quickly making another crude snipâthis time even moreâbefore the loss of the first has even finished dawning on you.
But you sober up with the sudden hand bundled in with the rest of your hair, fierce in his grip, nearly ripping it out from the roots, tangled at your nape and pulling you back, making you back curve and neck crane as a loud cry breaks free from your throat, âWhatâre youâwhy?â
âWhy?â he jeers, then seethes, spitting through clenched teeth, âWhy?â The scissors make another messy cut. âYou shit on my gift, and youâre asking me why?â
Another chop and youâre thrown back down to the floor. You feel the hair beneath your hands where you brace yourself. Then the feeling of the scissors at your throat, stabbing into your chin as he uses them to lift your head up.
âYou're fucking delusional if you think I'm taking a spoiled little brat out on a date when she doesnât deserve it.â
The heavy tears running down your cheeks are nothing to him, as your hair falls in odd short lengths around your ears, burning with feelings you have no idea where to place.Â
âEspecially when you look like a fucking mess.â
He turns away after that. Dress shoes tapping on the floor in a business-esque fashion, taking him to the closet by the outer door, from which he grabs and throws on a coat-jacket, before just as callously leaving you altogether with a loud slam and a following lock.
It's silent after that as you catch up on your own breath.
It takes about an hour or so, at which point and for reasons unknownâas though afraid heâd be back so soonâyou gather the hair from the floor and throw it away, along with the dress.
Then you shower and go to bed.
Several hours later, night falls, and yet, youâre still awake, hearing the tell-tale noise of him coming back. The pattern of his actions tells you it's after having had a few.
He kicks off his shoes but doesnât bother undressing as he stumbles in through the bedroom door, throwing himself on top of the covers down next to where you lie. The strong scent of alcohol mixes in with his cologne and an underlying musk as he huddles in close, spooning you with his bigger body as a drape.
His nose runs along the crown of your head, lips on the crest, speaking against it in slurred mumbles, âIâm sorry I messed your hair up⌠I was just angry with you, you knowâI try so hard to make you love me, and sometimes it feels like you just wanna fight me on every single little thing. You justâyou drive me fucking crazyâbut I still fucking love you, don't I?â
He kisses the top of your head a dozen times, messily, like in a frenzy, while squeezing you tight, before calming back down with a happy sigh.
âYou know⌠I was thinking, youâd look good with short hair if we even it out a bit. We can watch a few videos and figure it out tomorrow, hmâwhat do you think? Wouldn't that be fun?â
Your bottom lip quivers, and you bite into it to make it stop. Only muttering back a soft, âOkayâŚâ
He hums at that, keeping your head tucked under his chin as he shimmies to find the perfect position, making the entire bed shift beneath his weight. He sighs once again when finding it, this time through a big yawn, âI think itâll be cute.â
Your lip is probably going to bruise come morning. You donât even know if youâll be able to sleep.Â
âAnd you know, even if it isnât, itâll probably have grown out before our next anniversary anyway.â
I just read love you not and I was wondering, does the story is over? Cause I just canât but feel that there should be something more𼲠I know itâs silly, but still. Im sorry for taking your time with my question, but it just keep lingering in my mind ever since I have read it. Thank youđđźââď¸đđźââď¸
This means so much to me đĽš
I genuinely appreciate it when people ask about my stories because oftentimes I have a habit of dropping them haha
But to answer your question, LmLn is not finished, and I'm still working on completing it! It's just taking a while because I'm unable to stay focused on the story due to mental health issues, and i haven't been on tumblr a lot!
Eventually, I'll get the story done!! Even if it doesn't come out good in the end- I will complete it!!
Better to finish things first, and it comes out wonky, rather than never doing them at all!
i was rereading my favorite series that cause me mental suffering and
Genuinely? LMLMN Marco scares the absolute fuck out of me, like genuinely disturbing.
his abuse and cruelty toward someone he considers a fucking friend, and have "a soft spot" for (ignoring the complexity of their relationship) feel so real, like his behaviors and rationalizing himself isn't far fetched at all.
i legit know people like him. and their abuse creeps up on you with all the weird emotions that comes with being "friends" or "close"
Mc was damned the day they became friends, that's for sure.
Thank you for reading! đđĽš
Im glad you feel that way! LmLn Marco was intended (and still is) to be the most vile person you've ever met, yet at the same time feel mixed emotions for! At least, that's what I was going for when I first wrote this story years ago đ
Being with him is something not to root for. It's hard to explain, but when first writing him, he was supposed to be a showcase of how yandere characters, with their obessiveness, cruelty, and narcissism, can affect others besides their love interest.
Kind of like a "okay we see yanderes with people they 'love', but what about the others in their life? What about the friends and acquaintances that get affected by them?"
