Ilike2dream

to archive all the good fics I've read mostly bts MAIN @ratherbefangirling 18+

[ratherbfangirling]

Webtoon Recommendation

Title: I failed to oust the villain

Rating: 4.9/5

Review: its specifically my taste, its dark the pacing is good, i loved the ending and the alternate universe , the theme is maintained well. All characters stay in their roles without ever becoming unnatural. I enjoyed it. Both of them are twisted. Tge character development is good. Theres good example of contrasting between harmful and healthy. At no point does it agree with the harmful the mc is aware of how messed up it is. It doesnt get exhausting. And i think its a really done well.

[minyoonjin]

my beautiful :') my most important :')

[ratherbfangirling]

Webtoon: my sisters private life

Rating: 8/10

Review: its a straight up cringe fest and thats its charm of youre looking for a light [55 chp] read. Its based on life of twin sisters who exchange their lives except. One of the twins pushes twin 2 who gets amnesia and wakes up to her seemingly perfect but falling facade. I really enjoyed the various themes and its ability to stay light despite the thriller elements.

[moyazaika]

18+ ♡ cw yandere x gn reader, mdni

on friday evening, your husband comes home to find you crying in the bathroom.

moments ago, he’d shut the front door closed behind him very quietly, making sure he carefully slid the deadlocks back into place as he shrugged off his coat; taking every effort to stay silent. all of the lights in the house had been switched off, the blinds drawn closed—and, naturally, he assumed you’d tired yourself out and fallen asleep a little earlier than usual.

it’s thirteen minutes to eleven now, and he’s standing in front of the ensuite. the door, not completely locked, swings ajar just the barest inch; letting a sliver of the warm light from within spill out into the darkness of the bedroom you both share. even from here, he can hear the stifled sound of your sobbing; can tell you’re trying your best to stay quiet—

—and failing miserably so.

quietly, he pushes the door open.

with your back to the door, you don’t notice him come in. your head’s buried in your arms, knees tucked right up to your heaving chest. he sees your shoulders shake; watches the ripples of your body’s every movement in the surface of the water. the sound of your muffled cries echoing off of the walls. the faint smell of that drugstore body wash you insist on, though he knows you’re aware that he can afford such nicer things for you. 

from where he stands by the door, you look so incredibly small all folded in on yourself like this, and he thinks it's one of the loveliest things he's ever seen.

he leans down very quietly besides the tub, where you’ve haphazardly dragged the bathmat that’s usually in front of the shower. it’s slightly damp from the water that’s spilt over the tub, but fuzzy enough for him to kneel comfortably so that he’s right besides you. he reaches out, so very carefully, with the type of caution one might extend to a frightened little animal—soft touches for a skitterish thing, a gentle hand on your shoulder—and, immediately, you still.

like you're being hunted, he marvels. like he's not just your husband.

his hand slides over your shoulders to your neck, palm meets your jaw to tilt your face towards his and my, you are a sight for sore eyes; all puffy eyes and damp lashes, the paths of previous precious dried tears streaking down your face as your lower lip trembles.

wordlessly, he holds out his arms, and you can’t help but fall into them. over the edge of the tub, the water spills out and over onto him, but he finds in this moment that he doesn’t really care. the water is cold now, and he knows you must be feeling it with the way you cling to him. the bubbles have thinned enough for him to see you shaking, enough to make out a single yellow rubber duck drifts at the far end, spinning lazily with each tremor of the water. nothing more than a stupid little thing you’d left there without thinking.

his eyes flick to it and back to you, and the corner of his mouth quirks faintly. “that’s cute,” he smiles. “looks sort of helpless, doesn’t it? all alone like that. did you give him a name, love?”

you pull away, then, tears rolling down your pretty face, and you really should know better. should you have been in the right state of mind tonight, he might have had you, right here, in this bath. how easy it would be, even now, to slide his fingers over your hips, and down your thighs. you’re so much more sweeter when you cry.

“why are you pretending like everything’s normal?”

“mm. because it is.”

"no," your shoulders shake with every sob that spills out of you. “i'm exhausted of pretending like— like this is okay, like i’m not losing it! like i could love you back."

"i know," he says softly. and he means it, truly. he knows how tired you are, how fragile the threat you’re hanging on by really is. don't you know that it’s why he’s being such a patient man?

“i don’t want this,” you whisper fiercely, blinking back even more tears. and look at you, he almost purrs, look at you trying to be so brave. he tilts your chin up with two fingers, eyes glinting in the warm, low light of the bathroom.

he wonders how far he can take it.

decides, when you shudder beneath his touch, that there really only is one way to find out.

“then why are you still here?” he asks. 

“it’s because—” you stammer, voice breaking. “you won’t let me—”

“then go.” he says softly. “sink under the water. don’t come up.”

you freeze, staring at him. his hand drifts from your jaw to the top of your head, almost like a benediction. “go on,” he murmurs. “i won’t save you this time, love.”

he tilts his head slightly, watching you close. he can practically see the gears turning behind your wet lashes, the way you’re trying to parse what this is; a dare, a threat, an escape. confusion trembles across your face, and then a flicker of something else. something sweeter, far lovelier. softer, too—for him, at least.

for you? very, very, bad news.

is that hurt, love? are you scared? his thumb absently strokes along the hollow of your throat. poor thing, he muses, it’s a little too late for that. the rubber duck spins in the cold water between you, knocking against your bruised knees. you stare down at it, then at him, as your trembling hands tighten against the edge of the tub.

your breath hitches. the bathwater laps at your ribs as you twist yourself around, no longer able to meet his eyes. you stare at the tiles in front of you, lips going pale. “i… i…”

"go on, love." he leans closer, voice a silken noose. dangerously gentle, and almost coaxing. “isn’t this what you want?”

your hands grip the sides of the tub. he takes a moment to admire the way your wedding ring glints beneath the warm overhead lighting, standing out so beautifully against your skin. in fact, you’re trembling so hard that the band makes a pretty sort of tinkling sound against the surface of the porcelain, as you draw in a shaky breath—

one, two.

—and then, he watches you sink under.

cold swallows you. sound disappears except for the rush of blood in your ears. the water presses against your eyes, your mouth, your lungs. it would be easy to just… stay. to let yourself drift somewhere far away, deeper and deeper and just out of reach but...

you don’t, because you can’t.

terror flares up white-hot in your chest. your body fights you, convulsing for air, and before you even realize it you’re breaking the surface again, coughing, heaving, clinging desperately to the edge of the tub as you push yourself up. clinging to him, before you can stop yourself.

you’re crying harder now, shuddering breaths tearing out of you. he knows it's the weight of the realisation sinking in, that maybe you're not as desperate as you thought you were; that there are things you want more than escape.

“see?” he presses, softly. “you can’t do it.”

“i…” you can’t even form the words.

“you’re tired,” he says, leaning closer. he doesn’t touch you, not just yet. he just watches as you crumble, his voice a low thread. “and that's okay, love. you can cry all you like. i'm not going anywhere."

you curl in against him, shaking wordlessly, teeth chattering in your mouth, the cold finally seeping into your bones now. his thumb carefully brushes at the tears drying on your cheeks. “poor thing,” he sighs. “come on. out of the bath then. let’s get you warmed up.”

he moves, steady and deliberate—carefully sliding one arm beneath your knees, the other around your back. his hold is firm yet gentle as he lifts you up, efforts practiced at having handled you this way often. water spills over the edge of the tub, soaking through his clothes, and dripping in rivulets down his sleeves. he doesn’t flinch.

“up we go,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hairline. you cling to him instinctively, arms tightening around his neck.

through the dim house he carries you, each step quiet and measured. the bedroom is still dark when he lowers you onto the bed. the mattress dips under your weight, warm fabric enveloping your damp skin. he reaches for the heavy blanket you always complain is too hot and tucks it snugly around you, smoothing it over your shoulders, brushing another soft kiss against your temple.

“there we are,” he says softly, as though speaking to a frightened animal. soft, coaxing. something worth believing in. “you're all nice and warm now. go to sleep.”

you lie rigid under the covers, lips parted as though to speak—but he strokes your hair again, and the words wither in your throat.

“no more fussing,” he murmurs. “sleep, and i’ll be right here when you wake up, love. we can discuss this in the morning."

he sits down right besides you, silent sentinel in the dark, one hand still resting against you as though to keep you anchored, or perhaps to keep you from really sinking too far out of his reach—and when you look up at him, trying to meet his eyes in the darkness, he simply smiles, as if he knows exactly what you are thinking.

[catcze]

wrote this in a haze lol His new promise card has me in a chokehold omg 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

Can you imagine Sylus, groggy and half-asleep on the pillow next to you. It’s a sight afforded to very few— a sight afforded to none, actually, aside from you.

He’s so vulnerable like this: red eyes just slivers behind light lashes and his breathing soft and even. In exhaustion, that aggravating (handsome) smirk he wears is softened into a slight curve of his mouth. Hair tousled, broad back catching the light of the rising sun from his window, and for a moment you think you might be falling in love with him all over again.

”Mm,” is his deep, rough hum when you gently run your hands through his hair. Not unlike a purr, not unlike a dragon’s rumble. One of his eyes cracks open, finding you even in his sleepy haze. “Something you need, sweetie?”

”...sorry,” you say, not actually sounding very sorry at all. Your hand continues to run through his hair, as if you have no control over it. “Your hair is just…very soft.”

Sylus laughs— the one he reserves only for you, and it makes something warm settle in your chest. “No need to be jealous, kitten. You’re more than welcome to help yourself to my hair care.”

As if in warning, you tug on a strand of his hair, but it just makes his grin widen.

“So violent,” he coos, delighting in the way your eyes narrow. You huff— even when sleepy, he’s a pain in your ass.

It’s only when your hand motions to retract from his mussed head of silver hair that he frowns, one of his hands darts out from beneath the sheets, grasping your wrist and determinedly tugging it back to tangle in his hair.

”Keep doing that. It feels… nice,” Sylus murmurs, all but melting under your fingers when you do as he asks, scratching pleasantly at his scalp and running your fingers through his hair. He does that rumble again— that purr as his eyes flutter closed, and you’re not even sure if he’s aware of it, but he inches just the slightest bit closer to you, his head sliding onto your own pillow as if it were his own.

Clingy, you want to tease, but you know the word will come out too soft. So instead you just sigh and continue to run a hand through Sylus's hair, slowly listening to his breathing even out as he falls asleep.

And if you snuggle close before you sleep, face buried in his neck and legs tangled with his, then it's a secret for only the two of you to keep, too.

[humanjarvis]

the world when you're with me

synopsis: you seek out sylus for comfort after realizing you were wrong about him.

tags: comfort, fluff, implied avoidant!reader learns to trust sylus, implied avoidant!reader clings to sylus, sylus takes care of reader from afar, sylus has mephisto and the twins follow reader but wbk pairing: sylus x reader, reader is mostly mc word count: 802

a/n: is this the peak of literature? no. did i need to write it after the day i had? yes. did i need to post it today? no, because i’m trying to stagger my posts more, but here we are. anyway 4k caleb pwp coming tomorrow 

For the first few weeks after you’d infiltrated the N109 Zone, you’d avoided Sylus Qin like the plague. 

After being scared out of your wits by the first version of him you'd met—the cold, unavailable criminal mastermind who’d forced you to shoot him within 5 minutes of knowing one other—you were unashamedly wary of working with him again. 

But Sylus’s intel was unrivaled. More and more often, you found yourself visiting the N109 Zone to meet with him, eventually not even bothering to book a place to stay. There was always a guest room at the Onychinus base prepped for your arrival.

As you spent more time with Sylus, he’d noticeably changed his approach to interacting with you. Rather than forcing you to resonate with him, he’d explained to you how his Evol worked, letting you aim his hands at some training dummies to test it out yourself. Instead of unceremoniously shutting you out when he was tired, he’d drag his robe-and-slippers-clad self to sit beside you on the sofa, answering your cautious questions by practically giving away all his secrets. 

His shift in attitude hadn't stopped there. Sylus had clearly been using that endearingly incorrigible crow to keep tabs on you, but for the strangest reasons. 

Whenever you had a bad day at work, some building-wide maintenance emergency would magically appear, forcing your team to cease operations for the rest of the day. He’d text you a couple hours after your early dismissal, saying he was in the city and inviting you on an evening joyride to clear your head.  

The day after you’d lugged a case of water up the stairs to your apartment, having to pause a couple times to catch your breath, you came home to see your fridge mysteriously stocked with groceries. The only traces left behind were the masked twin figures you spotted scurrying away from your window. 

When a new phone showed up at your doorstep one day—you never even told him you’d shattered your screen, you thought—you’d decided that Sylus wasn’t as bad as you’d once assumed. Not anywhere near as bad, in fact. He was thoughtful, generous, and helped you without taking credit or forcing you to ask for it. You’d never had that before.

Which is why, somehow, you find yourself standing in the doorway of his armory, studying him silently as he polishes an antique-looking gun.

When he notices you, Sylus looks up, raising a delicately arched eyebrow. “Something wrong, kitten?” he drawls, subtly checking your body for injuries. 

Mind numb from your absolutely dreadful day, you stay silent while Sylus looks at you expectantly, his hands forgetting their earlier task. 

But for the next minute, you remain hovering in the doorway. You expect him to get annoyed—you almost want him to, so you have an excuse to go back to relying only on yourself—but all you see on Sylus’s face is patience.

When you start shuffling toward him, that patience mixes with a glimmer of anticipation that he visibly tries to suppress. You need him to be calm right now—an anchor, he thinks. If he loses his composure, if he startles you with his excitement at your approach, you might bolt at any moment. 

Sometime during his inner struggle, you reach him. Meekly, you stand before his chair, briefly opening your mouth before closing it. 

“What is it, sweetie?” he asks softly. “Tell me, and we can figure it out together. I’ll personally track down whoever seems to have stolen your words from you.”

At his offer, you break, collapsing into his lap. His large, warm hands immediately encircle your waist, and you bury your face into his neck, inhaling his leather and spice cologne. 

“Aw,” he coos in his baritone voice, rocking you slowly in his embrace. When he lifts your head an inch, you resist, letting out a soft whine. Gently, he guides your head back to his chest, his quickening heartbeat thumping in your ears and grounding you in the the moment. 

After several moments of silence, your deep, shuddering breaths the only interruptions, Sylus murmurs into your ear. “When I noticed you never ask for help, I was worried the world may not be treating as well as it should. You must be very tired, hmm?” he asks, rubbing his chin against your hair. 

Tightening your arms around him, you sit there for a while, his steady breaths seeming to mend a decades-long rift in your heart.

The next time Sylus tries to lift your head, you let him. He pulls your face from his neck so he can look into your eyes, hoping his gaze conveys his sincerity, before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. 

“You don’t need the world when you’re with me,” he promises. “I’ll treat you better than it ever could.”

[jollyart]

I get that his sacrifice was necessary for his character but I just need a better closure.

[xmonday-mintx]

balcony date

[brenni-murasaki]

[ratherbfangirling]

Title: Your majesty please spare me this time

Summary: your old time reversal and tyrant trope. But a refreshing take. Because she is dumb and stays dumb. Which I like. Also the male lead his arc was truly well done. A very accurate description of the PTSD by the female lead according to me. You need a little patience for this one. It's a total slow burn.

Rating: 3.4/5

[cloudwisp]

✮ sylus x wife!reader

contents: fluff, suggestive. arranged marriage au. hints of slow burn. you like playing hard to get and he loves calling you his wife. 1.4k wc.

꒰ note ᰔ I had to deposit my messy thoughts somewhere and this headcanon post was the result. ꒱

⭒ Arranged marriage with Sylus where he prefers to call it a “strategic partnership” as a means of appearances to flaunt that he has it all—an empire, riches, strength, influence and now a darling wife who waits for him at home. You’re not so much as a random choice, Sylus had been watching you from afar for a while and in exchange for his protection in the N109 zone he strikes a deal with you to play a simple role. You have every reason to be wary of him and know to keep your wits about yourself, but even you acknowledge that your chances are better with him. Though, if you asked him how he was so certain you’d agree to his proposal he’d admit that he wasn’t but he knew you’d consider it if he had an advantage over you.

⭒ He sets his terms and conditions—you reside in his humble abode, wedding ring always worn on your finger, and attend events with him as a pretty accessory on his arm to contribute to his image. But he’ll never admit that he actually enjoys your company at business functions that often feel dull to him. You are more than welcome to spend your days as you please so long you don’t cause him trouble, and that also means you have his black card privileges to spoil yourself rotten. Of course, he accommodates most requests you may have like sleeping in separate rooms if that’s what you wish (and redecorating because his furnishing decisions are quite bleak).

⭒ Luke and Kieran can sense that their boss feels something for you despite his nonchalance toward this little arrangement. It starts off small, it always does—Sylus takes note of your morning and night routine, your picky eating habits and has the chef make adjustments to your preference, how he sees you out in the gardens and come back with spring tulips to brighten the space and the next week he already replaced the slowly withering flowers with fresh ones. The twins whisper among themselves that he’s often less annoyed and irritated when you’re around, and their boss wouldn’t go through the trouble of being considerate unless he cares for you. It’s almost exciting for them both to witness a budding romance unfold before their very eyes and they do offer a helping hand here and there to keep things interesting.

⭒ Sylus thinks it’s adorable how you keep trying to resist him and that’s precisely the reason he loves seeking you out just to watch your resolve crumble under his touch. He finds you in the kitchen preparing a snack and cages you from behind with his hands planted on either side of you against the counter. “Hey kitten, I thought I’d find you in here.” You feel his hot breath down your neck as he pushes your hair aside just enough to lay a soft kiss on your shoulder. He chuckles when you comment that he’s being awfully touchy with you, and he purposely moves closer so that his chest is pressing against your back. “Perhaps I just can’t keep my hands to myself where you’re involved. Besides, you’re my wife now. I think I have the right to touch you whenever I like.”

⭒ You remind him that you’re his wife in title only, but that doesn’t discourage his flirtation and teasing as he allows you to nudge past him. He follows you into the common area and takes a seat on the couch, spreading his legs wide and taking up a lot of space. His gaze is settled on you as he pats his thigh and his lips curl into a smirk. “Come here, wife.” You naturally scoff meanwhile you place the plate of seasonal fruits on the side table and situate yourself closest to the armrest, taking a bite into a juicy red strawberry as you ignore his piercing stare.

⭒ For someone who always gets what he wants, Sylus isn’t used to being defied like this. And had it been anyone else his patience would wear dangerously thin, but he supposes that you’re a special exception because he seems to enjoy the chase and claiming its reward. With one small gesture, he drags you across the couch by a gravitational pull and you squeal when the swirling red easily turn and maneuver you so you’re forced to straddle him and your hands prop on his shoulders for support. “There, much better. Comfy? This is the best seat in the house.” His gaze locks with yours, and he thinks you huffing and frowning at him is simply cute. He firmly grabs your wrist with the bitten strawberry in your hand and lifts it to his mouth for a sweet taste.

⭒ “No fair… using your Evol against me like this.” You grumble under your breath as you gently trail your thumb from his chin to the corner of his mouth where the strawberry juices began to spill. Then an impulsive thought takes over and you pinch his cheek between your fingers, creating a sticky mess on his face. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself. That’s for treating me like a sack of potatoes.” He chuckles once more, his hand falling on your hip and he gives you a light squeeze. “Oh, I do have every intention of fully enjoying my wife tonight.” And by that, he means taking you out for a joyride on his motorbike and feeling your arms wrapped around him tightly as the engine roars through the streets under the night sky and sinking moon. Sylus would never engage in any intimate acts you weren’t ready for, but he loves seeing you fluster at his suggestive remarks.

⭒ As the weeks cross over into months, you never imagined that you’d be spending so much time with Sylus outside of your agreed terms. He’s everywhere in every waking moment of your life even when he’s not there physically. You’re learning new things about him each day and you (begrudgingly) like being around him—even when he can sometimes be a playful bully toward you. When he’s gone for long stretches of time to deal with negotiations and other important matters in the N109 zone, you can feel your heart yearning for him but you’d never say that you miss him out loud when you think he's still toying with you. But with the way he cares for you like you’re both in a real and genuine relationship, it’s hard to know his true intentions and keep your feelings buried deep inside your chest for long.

⭒ You accidentally confirm that Sylus does harbor romantic feelings for you when you carelessly bring up your replacement in a lighthearted joke. You’ve never seen his face falter so quickly at your words as he averts his gaze for a moment to collect himself—a hint of vulnerability in his crimson hues. “I wouldn’t have found a new wife.” He shakes his head and tells you, his voice a little rougher than before. You don’t know what to say, but you manage a soft “No?” that reaches his ears. “No. I wouldn’t have been able to replace you, kitten. You’re it for me. The only one. No one could fill the void you’d leave behind.”

⭒ You and Sylus have kissed before, but this is the first time you’re initiating it. As you brush your lips against his, there’s a softness you never noticed. His hand slips around the small of your back and he pulls you close against him, returning your kiss with the same tenderness as though savoring the taste of you. You lean back after a moment, your palm meeting his cheek in a sweet embrace. “You know, I'm still getting used to the idea that I’ve fallen for you.” You can see him returning back to normal when he offers you a cocky smirk. “And yet here you are. In my arms, with your lips on mine. I think you’re not being entirely honest, my beautiful wife.” Sylus has waited a long time to hear those words from you but you don’t need to know that right now.

[jung-koook]

family ♡

[lycheeloving]

rich yandere trying to impress you with a 5 star meal after having kidnapped you vs. tied to the chair darling who's a picky eater

"what kind of meat is this? lamb?? poor baby 😭 can I have it without the meat, please..? ew, it has mushrooms in it? 😖 on second thought, I'm not hungry anymore..."

*spits the wine back into the glass* "you paid how much for this?? 😨 it's fucking gross, you were ripped off. do you have any apple juice? 😬"

and the yandere wants to faceplant onto the table at your ignorance. that should be the best meal of your life!! stop asking if you can order pizza (without any ~disgusting~ toppings) instead!! (don't worry, you'll definitely get the pizza you want if you ask nicely enough, anything for their darling angel, even if it hurts their snobby heart)

[ratherbfangirling]

The vilainess wants a divorce

Rating 9.99/10

Yes that's a good rating .. the pacing was good. I'm a suckered for isekei vilainess mc. The art was gorgeous. The build up was great. I've reread the starting chapters without skipping like usual because they are funny. It's light rom com but with great character depth so really it's worth reading and it's complete so a perfect binge

[ruinfinity]

just some over-affectionate yan!sato blabbering

yandere satoru hasn't really snapped at you, he just doesn't. always playful, always an embodiment. waking you up with peppers of kisses, making sure you have your favorite breakfast, making sure you relax around him. he even indulges in your silly little hobbies, all for the sake of making his baby comfortable. if you like painting, he is going to buy you all the colors there are, premium quality canvas boards and everything you'd ever need to bring your imaginations into reality. digital art? then you have an ipad with procreate and a pencil, anything and everything you need.

he doesn't say it but he is extremely observant, he even notices things like your skincare before you were kidnapped, and goes out of his way to upgrade it if needed. he can be a little pesky at times. what if his baby is using the wrong skin-care? probably going to fly you to the skin and beauty land 'korea' to have your skin checked, and then buy you the 'recommended' skincare.

same with aesthetics, you like wearing a certain type of fits, you have them littered in your closet room. he prefers changing styles and wouldn't mind upgrading/donating your wardrobe when you're also bored with the same ol' things.

your room is a mixture of everything you are, and trinkets of satoru in it. you are really not allowed to sleep in your room though. it's your space, just your happy corner. it doesn't have a bed. it has plush couches that are better than most beds, neon-light which speaks of your name and scented candles, perfect desks with the perfect desk mats. you just need to sleep with satoru.

he gets specifically testy when you really don't want to give him company at times. why? hasn't he done enough? most people would kill to be in your place. that's when you can see the cracks in his carefully calibrated persona he harbors for you.

he is usually very mellow, clingy and would be so playful you often forget how strong he is. "baby- but i want cuddles!" satoru whined, pulling you close to him while you squirmed when you weren't in the mood. satoru hasn't really pushed himself sexually, but he treats you like a pet in other stances. meaning - if not huggable why so cute? so you can't really escape from him during those times.

if you really, really try hard. his laughter, soft eyes, all of it drops. the usual high-pitched excitement too... "i will count to three. if you don't really come to me, there would be consequences." you haven't really checked on what the consequences are because that sets you straight instantly.

satoru HATES when you fear him, some part of him snaps so hard at that he ends up scaring you more. this happens when he's pissed about something and you flinch/wince at his tone. he hasn't done anything to make you scared... yet? though sometimes the way he comes home... reeking of dead curses, reeking of torment and torture. you automatically end up fearing him.

there was one time you took things too far, taking his leniency too far and going out without asking him. he hasn't locked the doors like a barbarian and you're making him question if he should... that's when he took you to one of his missions. shaking, quivering as you cling to him while the curse in front of you begged for death, for being exorcised while satoru made sure it healed and then continued his torture. blaming it on you as you sobbed, anxiety and palpitations all over you. "see, this is what i do... when you don't behave. you cause pain from me to others." he just wants you to know he is/can be fucked up.

would eventually feel extremely bad when you throw up from the gore and anxiety and finish the job, bringing you home and forcing you in his arms, crying with you at how bad it makes him feel to see you like this. how he would kill himself than making you cry, though a part of him is grateful that you wouldn't really go against him for a long, long while.

whenever any action done by him fucks you up, satoru takes responsibility of undoing it. even if sometimes he needs to make sure you stay with him, no matter the consequences... he would try his best to make up for it. always pestering, always kissing you, praising you for being so good to him even if you're not, behaving like an ideal boyfriend to the point where even you start suspecting if the problem is you.

he loves so sickeningly hard you end up deluded enough to consider yourself the 'toxic' one. :3

[i-cant-sing]

Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:

Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.

But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.

I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.

You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.

By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.

Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:

Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)

Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)

I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam

What do you guys think?

Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)

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Fucked up how humanity discovered electricity and radiation and made machines and learned to make airplanes and cured diseases and our takeaway isnt that "Some Magic Is Real And Here's Why", but that magic is fake this is big boy science and it's totally not magical

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Me upon being isekaid to a fantasy world: you say you dont have magic but you conjured up that frog the other day whats with that

Wizard who spent decades mastering his craft, understands how and why it works, and processes it entirely as a regular part of his day to day life: did you just call creature conjuring magic

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Works the other way around too in isekais.

that wizard: and you said you don't have magic in your world but there are lights that come on, that do not use candles or flames or emit any heat at all, the moment that you walk into a room? you don't even have to say anything?

me, squirming uncomfortably: for a while there an earlier version ran off of two claps

the wizard: an earlier version of what? the spell? the spell you use to make the lights come on?