𝚆: cursing-verbal aggression, threats of violence (against other men), revenge porn (nudes) threats.
𝙽𝚊𝚗𝚒'𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚎: who would u dislike having as your ex more? i could probably handle all of their dumbasses except tyun's. i would drown in my tears if someone talked to me like that.
exbf!eren who is still so attached to you he doesn’t let the breakup faze him one bit
exbf!eren who even after being broken up for 2 months refuses to give you your apartment key back. he claims its because your apartment is closer to campus so he can pop in for a quick shower whenever he wants.
exbf!eren who stalks your instagram constantly and is the first to notice you posted a group picture with your friends but you’re closer to one of the guys. exbf!eren replies to it immediately demanding answers
e.jeager | who’s that???
e.jeager | the one in the red
once 10 minutes go by he texts again..
e.jeager | ok bet
in order to “get back at you” exbf!eren finally replies to one of the girls in his dms and they end up linking. eren lets her take pictures of them smoking with her on his lap and posts it. 5 minutes later he checked your page to see that he was blocked.
exbf!eren starts panicking and drives over to your apartment immediately. due to having a key he walks through the door and calls out your name looking for you.
eren grows quiet in order to focus on the muffled noises coming from your bedroom. moans?? no that cant be right. who would you have in your bed? nobody but him can make you feel good, so why the fuck is he hearing those noises he loves so much from such a distance.
mind racing eren walks to your bedroom, as he gets closer the sounds coming from your mouth grow clearer along with deep grunts. chest tightening eren pushes open the door to see you. on top. riding some fucking guy. erens pissed.
“what the fuck” you look back not stopping, making eye contact with eren. he calls your name “what the fuck do you think you’re doing” he says louder and anger in his voice evident.
the guy under you looks up away from your face to see eren standing in the doorway. the guy starts to move trying to get you to stop. you look back down at him pushing him down into the bed and moving his hands to plump curves of your ass. you smile back at eren making sure he’s still watching and start grinding down harder and going faster. “mm fuck me poc”
erens chest tightens even more. pissed that you’re ignoring him he walks closer towards you and grabs hold of your arm. “get off his fucking dick” “what the fuck is wrong with you”
you maintain eye contact with eren and start to go even faster, you even start moaning loader just to annoy him. porco is confused as to why you haven’t stopped but he doesn’t question it as he feels his orgasm approaching. he starts to get louder. erens too focused on you to notice the literal naked fucking guy under you about to cum.
“im gonna cum” porco breathes out. that makes you snap your head back down to porco along with eren. “unfucking believable” eren scoffs. he grabs your arm and pulls you back completely off of porco. “ you stumble before finding balance glaring at eren “you really gonna let him cum in you? what the fuck” he pulls you out of the room and to the living room.
“its none of your business eren” you scoff looking away from his face. you cant get over how sexy he is. even when he’s mad at you. eren lets out an annoyed breath and runs his hand down his face. he walks back to your room to see porco putting his clothes on, and tells him to get the fuck out.
eren comes back to you sitting on the coach and walks toward you “so you’re fucking other guys now??” eren said more calm then before “aren’t you fucking other girls?? besides we’re not together eren.” you bite back.
“i haven’t fucked anyone since you” eren said moving closer “sure i’ve entertained some girls here and there, but my dick is for you and only you. you know this” he finished saying your name and making you stand up. he runs his hands up and down your arms looking at you.
suddenly feeling bad you look down “oh…” after a beat of silence “i wasn’t even close to finishing, not until i saw your face” you mumble out that last part.
eren lets out a sigh of relief, not happy you were fucking on someone else but atleast neither of you came. messed up, sure but eren didn’t care.
exbf!eren who makes you shower with him to erase any trace of another man on you
exbf!eren who’s not going anywhere and will keep trying to get you back
exbf!eren who makes sure no man even looks your way again
secret ex!enjin who acts as if the two of you never happened—never dated
secret ex!enjin who still acts like you two are in good terms, goofing and joking around with you and the rest of the team, forcing you to go along with the charade
secret ex!enjin who stares at your eyes with no hint of longing or intimate warmth—gone was the eyes of your passionate lover who caress the deepest part of your soul
secret ex!enjin whose mannerism stayed the same when he was still your boyfriend
secret ex!enjin whose arm finds itself around your waist, idly rubbing his thumb against the skin of your stomach before pulling away as if nothing had happened
secret ex!enjin who denies having been in a serious relationship, when the scent of cigarettes continues to linger in the four corners of your room
secret ex!enjin who once drunkenly called you one night, babbling about missing you and wanting you back—only to ignore your presence the following day
secret ex!enjin who acts like you're someone he had never met when a woman hit on him at the bar
secret ex!enjin who always find his way back into the comfort of your sheets, whispering sweet nothings and empty promises of getting back together—even when both of you know he's lying
► warning | stalking, fighting, just them being crazy.
► authors note | got this idea mid class so I hope you guys like it!
Yeon Sieun
Would honestly be the most mature out of everyone — but that doesn’t actually mean he’d handle the breakup well. Out of the group he’d look the most put together. The one who seems calm, collected, and completely unaffected. Anyone watching from the outside would probably think he moved on immediately.
But that’s just the mask he wears.
Si-eun is extremely good at hiding what he feels. On the surface he continues going to class like normal, answering questions, keeping his usual quiet expression. He doesn’t cause a scene, doesn’t beg for you back, and definitely doesn’t show anger in public. If someone asked him about the breakup he’d just shrug it off like it didn’t matter.
Inside though, it’s the complete opposite.
He notices everything about you whether he wants to or not. Where you sit, who you talk to, what time you arrive to school. Like he didn’t already know that…
His eyes drift to you constantly without him even realizing it. If you laugh with someone else across the classroom his focus is completely gone for the rest of the period.
In the hallways he watches you more than he should. Not in an obvious way — Si-eun is far too careful for that. He’s subtle. Quiet. Calculated. Standing somewhere that gives him a clear view of you passing by. Walking the same route between classes because he knows it’s the one you take.
And the worst part is you probably wouldn’t even notice.
He’s too good at blending into the background. Too observant for his own good.
After the breakup he does give you space technically. He won’t approach you, won’t start conversations, won’t try to force anything between you again. But that distance doesn’t mean he’s actually letting go.
It just means he’s watching from farther away.
Si-eun tells himself he’s only making sure you’re okay. That he’s just used to paying attention to you after all this time. But deep down he knows that isn’t the whole truth. There’s something obsessive about the way he keeps track of you without meaning to.
He remembers your schedule better than his own. Notices immediately if something is different. If you’re late. If someone new is walking beside you. If you look upset.
And he hates that he still cares that much.
So instead of confronting it, he buries it like he buries everything else. Pretends it doesn’t exist. Keeps his distance while quietly observing from the edges of the room, the hallway, the courtyard.
To everyone else, Yeon Si-eun looks completely unaffected by the breakup.
But if someone paid close enough attention, they’d notice his eyes always end up on you eventually — no matter where you are.
Ahn Suho
Would honestly act like the breakup never even happened.
Not in a dramatic denial kind of way — more like he simply refuses to acknowledge that anything has changed between you. One day you’re together, the next day you say it’s over, and somehow Suho just… continues like normal.
He still talks to you the same way he always did. Still walks up to you in the hallway like nothing is different. Still casually throws your name into conversations with his friends as if you’re still part of his daily life.
If someone reminds him that you two broke up, there’s usually a long pause.
He just stares at them for a moment.
Not confused exactly — more like he’s processing whether that information actually matters. Then he shrugs it off and goes right back to whatever he was saying before, like the comment never happened.
To him, the connection he had with you doesn’t just disappear because of a breakup.
It doesn’t work like that in his head.
At first it might seem harmless. Just Suho being stubborn and refusing to accept the situation. But the longer it goes on, the more uncomfortable it starts to feel.
Because he’s always around.
You notice him appearing in places you didn’t expect him to be. The same convenience store after school. The same hallway even when he doesn’t have a class there. Sitting somewhere nearby during lunch when he used to sit somewhere completely different.
It starts feeling less like coincidence.
If you actively try to avoid him, that’s when it becomes obvious.
Somehow he always knows where you are. If you take a different route home, he ends up on that street too. If you spend time somewhere new, he eventually shows up there. It isn’t loud or aggressive — Suho isn’t the type to corner you or cause a scene.
But the pattern becomes impossible to ignore.
He’s keeping track of you.
Not in a way that feels calculated or manipulative like some people would. Suho doesn’t see it that way at all. In his mind he’s just… staying close. Making sure you’re okay. Being around in case you need him.
When you finally tell him directly that it makes you uncomfortable, that’s when things actually change.
Because despite everything, Suho does listen to you.
If you genuinely tell him to stop, he will. He won’t follow you around anymore or show up everywhere you go. The moment he realizes he’s crossed a line that makes you uneasy, he backs off.
Not because he suddenly accepts the breakup.
But because he loves you enough to respect what you’re asking.
Still, that doesn’t mean he fully lets go.
Even after he stops appearing everywhere, he still quietly keeps tabs on you from a distance. Asking mutual friends how you’re doing. Noticing when something seems wrong. Paying attention to things people casually mention about you.
He tells himself it’s harmless.
That he’s just making sure you’re safe.
That he’d do the same for anyone he cares about.
But deep down, part of him knows the real reason he keeps checking.
Because even after the breakup, Ahn Suho never really stopped thinking of you as someone he has to protect.
Oh Beomseok
When I say he’d be one of the worst exes, I’m not exaggerating.
Beomseok would easily be the most emotionally messy and toxic out of everyone. The breakup wouldn’t just upset him — it would completely consume him. One moment he’s acting like he can’t live without you, and the next he’s pretending you meant absolutely nothing to him.
There’s no balance with him.
At night your phone would start lighting up with voice messages from him. Long ones. You’d open them and immediately hear him crying, his voice shaking as he begs for you to come back.
He’d say things like he can’t sleep, that everything feels empty without you, that he doesn’t know what he did wrong. Sometimes he’d apologize over and over again, promising he’ll change if you just give him another chance.
It would almost sound genuine.
But then the next day you’d hear something completely different.
Around his friends he’d suddenly act like he doesn’t care at all. Talking about how he’s over you, how you weren’t even that important to begin with. Sometimes he’d go even further and start saying nasty things about you just to protect his pride.
Like he needs to convince everyone — including himself — that he’s the one who moved on.
The switch between those two sides is so extreme it’s exhausting.
One night he’s crying in your voicemail like you’re the most important person in his life. The next day he’s laughing with his friends while pretending you’re the worst thing that ever happened to him.
It’s completely unstable.
Then there’s the gifts.
Even after the breakup he’d start buying you things — snacks you like, small gifts, random items he remembers you mentioning once. Instead of giving them to you directly, he leaves them outside your door.
Sometimes neatly placed. Sometimes just sitting there like he dropped them off in a hurry.
But he doesn’t always leave quietly.
A lot of the time he ends up standing there too, knocking on your door late at night with red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. When you open the door he’s already crying again, asking if you can just talk for a few minutes.
And it happens over and over again.
It gets to the point where it feels suffocating. Like there’s never a moment where he isn’t somehow trying to pull you back into the situation.
The worst part is when his lies start catching up to him.
Eventually people start hearing both sides — the way he talks badly about you in public and the desperate messages he sends you in private. If you finally show proof of those voice messages or texts just to defend yourself, most people immediately realize what’s really been happening.
And of course, they believe you.
That’s when Beomseok spirals again.
Your phone fills with even more voice messages, this time full of apologies. He cries even harder, saying he didn’t mean anything he said, that he only said those things because he was hurt.
He’ll say he’s sorry a hundred times in the same message.
But the cycle never really stops.
He goes from begging, to pretending he hates you, to begging again. Over and over. Constant messages, random gifts, emotional breakdowns at your door.
Beomseok wouldn’t necessarily be dangerous.
But he would be exhausting.
The kind of ex who never fully leaves you alone — always finding some way to pull your attention back to him, making sure you never get a single day where you can completely forget about him.
Park Humin
In a lot of ways, he’d be similar to Suho — but way more persistent.
Baku deals with the breakup the way he deals with most stressful things in his life: by pretending it isn’t happening. He already has a lot on his plate. Responsibilities, problems, people depending on him. Adding heartbreak to that list is something he refuses to process.
So instead of accepting it, he just… ignores it.
From his perspective, the relationship didn’t end. You might have said the words, but Baku doesn’t treat them like they mean anything.
He’s still just as affectionate as before.
He throws an arm around your shoulders like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Walks beside you like nothing has changed. Drops the same cheesy pickup lines he always used, half teasing and half serious.
“Did you miss me?”
“You look good today.”
Stuff like that — said casually, like the breakup conversation never happened.
And if you pull away or tell him to stop, he just keeps talking. Not aggressively, not angrily — he simply runs straight over the comment like he didn’t even hear it.
If a friend brings it up, it’s the exact same thing.
Someone might say, “Didn’t you guys break up?”
Baku won’t even pause.
He continues his sentence mid-thought like the interruption didn’t exist at all, smoothly redirecting the conversation somewhere else. It’s almost impressive how easily he brushes it aside.
To everyone else it looks like he’s just being stubborn.
But the truth is that the idea of actually accepting the breakup hurts more than he’s willing to deal with.
Because Baku genuinely loves you.
That’s why when you finally sit him down and clearly explain that his behavior makes you uncomfortable, the mask cracks.
For the first time since the breakup, he actually stops pretending.
And that’s when he breaks down.
Not dramatically at first — it starts quietly. His expression changes, his voice gets tight, and suddenly he’s asking you not to do this to him. He tells you he doesn’t understand why things have to end like this.
Eventually the begging starts.
He tells you he loves you. That losing you is one more thing he can’t handle right now. That everything in his life already feels like it’s falling apart and you’re the one person he thought would stay.
Seeing him like that makes things harder.
Because you do feel bad.
You know his life isn’t simple. You know the pressure he’s constantly under. Part of you understands why he tried to pretend the breakup didn’t exist in the first place.
So maybe you give him a little leeway.
You try to be patient. You try to explain your boundaries instead of just shutting him out completely.
But patience doesn’t mean those boundaries disappear.
And Baku eventually realizes that.
On the surface, he starts respecting what you asked for. He stops touching you as much, stops acting like you’re still together in front of other people. He tells you he understands and that he won’t push you anymore.
And he really does mean it.
But Baku is also smart.
Instead of ignoring the breakup outright like before, he just becomes… subtler about everything.
He still finds ways to be around you. Still checks in on you. Still manages to show up in the same places you are. But now it’s harder to call him out for it because he isn’t crossing any obvious lines anymore.
He looks like he’s respecting your space.
And technically, he is.
He just got a lot slicker about staying close to you anyway.
Go Hyuntak
He’s one of the other people who would seem mature about the breakup — at least on the surface.
Unlike some of the others, Gotak actually acknowledges that the relationship is over. If you say you’re done, he doesn’t argue with you about it or pretend it didn’t happen. He understands what boundaries are, and logically he knows he should respect them.
And technically… he does.
He doesn’t try to force you back into the relationship. He doesn’t publicly embarrass you or cause scenes. If someone asks him about the breakup he’ll admit it happened without hesitation.
But that doesn’t mean he’s able to detach from you.
Because when it comes to you, Gotak has almost no self-control.
Every time he sees you his first instinct is still the same as it always was. He smiles automatically and lifts his hand in a small wave before he even realizes what he’s doing. Sometimes the greeting turns into a short conversation because he can’t stop himself from asking how you’ve been.
And once the conversation starts, it’s hard for him to end it.
Even when he knows he probably should.
He tells himself he’ll keep things short and respectful, but then he keeps standing there, talking to you like everything is normal. Asking questions, listening to what you say, letting the moment stretch longer than it probably should.
The same thing happens when you walk away.
Without really thinking about it, he starts walking in the same direction. At first it feels harmless — like he’s just heading the same way. But sometimes he doesn’t even notice how long he’s been trailing behind you until he suddenly realizes he followed you halfway across campus.
Or worse.
All the way home.
That’s when the guilt hits.
Because Gotak knows how that looks.
Online it isn’t much better. He checks your social media constantly — way more than he should. At first it’s just curiosity, wanting to see how you’re doing. But it quickly turns into a habit he can’t stop.
Every new post. Every story. Every comment.
He notices all of it.
Sometimes he checks so often that he already knows what you’ve posted within minutes. It becomes almost automatic, like muscle memory whenever he unlocks his phone.
Even when he tells himself to stop, he ends up doing it again anyway.
And despite everything, he’s still extremely protective of you.
If any of his friends try to talk badly about you after the breakup, he shuts it down immediately. The first time someone makes a disrespectful comment he’ll warn them to stop.
If they keep going, he doesn’t hesitate to get physical.
Gotak won’t tolerate anyone insulting you, even if you’re not together anymore.
In his mind, just because the relationship ended doesn’t mean his respect for you did.
The strange part is that a lot of his behavior isn’t even intentional.
There are moments where he genuinely doesn’t realize how focused he is on you until someone points it out — or until he suddenly notices that he’s been staring in your direction for way too long.
And when he does realize it, he feels terrible.
He knows he should be better about keeping his distance. He knows constantly watching you and drifting toward you like that isn’t healthy for either of you.
But every time he tries to pull himself away, the same thing happens again the next time he sees you.
Because when it comes to you, Gotak’s biggest problem isn’t that he doesn’t understand your boundaries.
It’s that he understands them… and still can’t fully stop himself from gravitating back toward you anyway.
Seo Juntae
This would honestly be the only time Juntae ever really does something wrong.
Normally he’s the kindest person in the room. The one who tries to do the right thing no matter what. Even during the breakup he would be respectful about it. If you said you needed space, he wouldn’t argue or try to change your mind.
He would nod, apologize if he thought he hurt you somehow, and promise to respect your boundaries.
And technically… he does.
He doesn’t approach you anymore. Doesn’t try to force conversations or confront you about the relationship. If you pass each other in the hallway he’ll look away first and pretend he didn’t notice.
To anyone watching, it looks like he handled the breakup in the healthiest way possible.
But that’s only the part people can see.
Because Juntae’s problem isn’t confrontation.
His problem is that he watches.
Quietly. Constantly. From a distance.
Juntae is the kind of person people overlook easily. He’s quiet, polite, and usually keeps to himself. Most people don’t pay much attention to him when he’s standing somewhere nearby.
And after the breakup, that becomes the exact thing he uses.
He positions himself in places where he can see you without being noticed. Sitting at a table across the courtyard. Standing at the edge of the hallway during class changes. Hanging around places you usually pass through.
Always just far enough away that it doesn’t look suspicious.
He tells himself he’s only making sure you’re doing okay.
But the truth is that he can’t stop paying attention to you.
Sometimes he follows you too — not directly beside you, never close enough for you to notice. Just trailing behind at a distance where you wouldn’t think twice about someone walking the same direction.
He knows which routes you take between classes. Knows which convenience store you stop at after school. Knows the small details about your routine because he keeps quietly observing them.
And the entire time he convinces himself it’s harmless.
Because he would never want to make you uncomfortable.
That’s the reason everything he does stays hidden.
Even the small things.
If he notices you’re having a rough day or remembers a snack you like, he might buy it and leave it on your desk before class starts. Something simple — your favorite drink, your favorite candy.
Then he doesn’t stay to take credit for it.
Instead, he waits somewhere nearby where you can’t see him. Maybe around the corner of the hallway or sitting somewhere across the classroom. Just watching to see your reaction when you find it.
When you pick it up and smile or start eating it, Juntae feels a quiet sense of relief.
Like he managed to make you happy without crossing the boundary you set.
Online it isn’t much different.
He still wants to talk to you, but he knows he shouldn’t message you directly anymore. So instead he creates anonymous accounts — nothing obvious, nothing connected back to him.
From those accounts he’ll like your posts, leave comments, sometimes even start small conversations.
Not anything creepy or aggressive.
Just normal interactions that blend in with everyone else.
To you, it probably looks like a random follower.
But to Juntae, it’s the only way he feels like he can still stay connected to you without breaking the promise he made to respect your space.
And that’s the strange part of it all.
In his mind, he’s still trying to be considerate.
Even while he’s secretly watching you, quietly following you, and keeping track of your life from the background where he thinks you’ll never notice him.
Geum Seongje
Easily the worst one.
While some of the others try to hide their behavior or convince themselves they’re being respectful, Seongje doesn’t bother with any of that. The breakup doesn’t make him sad or reflective — it makes him angry.
And when Seongje gets angry, he turns the situation into a game.
Instead of leaving you alone, he starts actively tormenting you. Not subtly either. He doesn’t hide it, doesn’t pretend it’s a coincidence. If he’s following you around, he makes sure you know it.
You’ll look over your shoulder and he’s just… there.
Leaning against a wall, sitting somewhere nearby, staring at you with that same irritating grin like he’s amused by the whole situation.
Your phone becomes another problem.
He calls constantly. Over and over again. Sometimes you answer hoping he’ll say something important — but most of the time he doesn’t even have a real reason for calling.
Sometimes he just sits on the line in silence.
Sometimes he laughs and hangs up.
Other times he’ll start saying random things just to annoy you, clearly enjoying the fact that he’s getting under your skin. If you block his number he’ll just find another way to call you.
And the worst part is that Seongje has way too much free time.
Unlike other people who have responsibilities or places they actually need to be, he doesn’t. Which means he can show up almost anywhere.
And he does.
If you’re hanging out with your friends somewhere, eventually he’ll appear out of nowhere and insert himself into whatever you’re doing. Sitting down at the same table, interrupting conversations, making sarcastic comments just to ruin the atmosphere.
Most people don’t even try to argue with him.
They know how he is.
If you’re working somewhere part-time, he’ll show up there too. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a couple of his goons. They’ll intentionally cause problems — being loud, making messes, bothering other customers.
All of it just to make your shift harder.
If things get bad enough, it could even get you in trouble with your boss.
But the absolute worst situations happen when you try to move on.
If he finds out you’re on a date with someone else, he doesn’t ignore it.
He crashes it.
Seongje will walk right into the place you’re at, sit down like he belongs there, and start picking a fight with the guy you’re seeing. It doesn’t take much for things to escalate either.
More than once it ends with him beating the guy down right in front of you.
Not even because the other person did anything wrong — just because Seongje wants to prove a point.
After that, people start getting nervous about being around you.
Friends hesitate to invite you places because they don’t want him showing up and causing problems. Coworkers get uncomfortable. Anyone who might want to get close to you eventually realizes they could end up dealing with him too.
And that’s exactly what Seongje wants.
If he can’t have you anymore, he’ll make sure no one else gets to enjoy being around you either.
To him, ruining things for you is just another way of staying involved in your life.
Na Baekjin
Honestly, it’s hard to even call what he feels love.
Na Baekjin doesn’t love people the way normal people do. What he does is obsess. Possess. Control. If you were in a relationship with him, it was never really about affection in the first place.
You were something he had.
So when you told him you wanted to break up, the reaction was… strange.
He didn’t argue. Didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t try to stop you. He just looked at you with that same unreadable expression and said nothing.
No begging. No anger. No reaction at all.
Which honestly made it feel like things might actually end peacefully.
You probably walked away thinking it was over. Thinking that somehow you got lucky and avoided a bigger problem.
But of course you were wrong.
Completely wrong.
Because this is Na Baekjin.
He’s not the kind of person who reacts immediately or emotionally. If anything, he’s the opposite. He thinks about things quietly, calmly — and when he decides to act, it’s always in a way that benefits him.
The first thing he does isn’t even direct.
He doesn’t start bothering you himself.
Baekjin has too many other things to manage. Too many people depending on him. Too many plans already in motion. Getting personally involved in something like that would be inefficient.
So instead, he sends other people.
A few of his goons start appearing around you. Not directly interacting with you at first — just hanging around places you go. Standing across the street. Sitting somewhere nearby. Watching.
You might notice them. Or maybe you don’t.
Either way, they’re there for one reason: to report back to him.
Where you go. Who you’re with. What you’re doing.
Not because Baekjin is heartbroken.
Just because he wants to know.
Because he can.
And depending on what those reports say, he decides whether or not to interfere.
If you seem like you’re enjoying yourself too much — laughing with friends, having a good day somewhere — suddenly something goes wrong. A random argument starts. Someone spills something on you. Plans get ruined.
It always looks like an accident.
Like bad luck.
But it keeps happening.
If you’re already dealing with problems in your life, Baekjin might push those even further. Small issues suddenly get worse. Conflicts grow bigger. People around you start acting strangely.
All subtle.
All indirect.
And if you try to move on with someone else, that’s when things get especially calculated.
Baekjin won’t show up and cause a scene like someone more impulsive would. Instead, he’ll quietly arrange things so the person you’re dating starts having problems with you.
Rumors appear. Misunderstandings happen. Situations get twisted in ways that make you look bad.
Eventually the relationship falls apart on its own.
And through all of this, Baekjin never appears anywhere near the situation.
If you tried to accuse him of being involved, there would be no proof.
Everything that happens just looks like unfortunate coincidence. A series of inconveniences stacking up one after another.
That’s exactly how he wants it.
Because from his perspective, you’re still something that belongs within his reach.
Not necessarily someone he wants back in a romantic sense — but something he doesn’t want completely leaving his control either.
So he lets your life slowly become more difficult. More frustrating. More chaotic.
Until eventually the easiest solution might start to look like going back to the one place where things used to feel stable.
Back to him.
Back to the person who treated you like a possession in the first place.
Just so his little “toy” might wander back into his hands again.
Pairing: Tyriq Withers x black!fem!reader
Summary: You broke up with your ex because you and him were in a very toxic relationship. You ended up dating another man, he didn't like that.
Note: girl this is inspired by @yonces3xual all her oneshots are so good 😩 and she's so sweet, check her out NOW. 😀Also, lowkey not proofread.
"Girl how you gon fuck him?"
"Mane, im insane with my yellow ding-a-ling"
"You sat on the couch in your living room, a show playing low in the background. But you weren't paying attention. You were scrolling through your phone as you waited for your boyfriend, Eric, to get home. Suddenly, you heard a knock at the door, and you knew it couldn't be your boyfriend because: 1. It didn't sound like his knock, and 2. He had a key.
You froze as you heard another knock at the door, this time louder. You sat there for a second, then it dawned on you. You remembered that knock...
It sounded like... your ex, Tyriq's knock.
You and him broke up because your relationship was really toxic. You guys always argued and fought. He would leave and come back most of the time smelling like cheap perfume. Then you guys would argue some more before he somehow ended up calming you down, which led to the makeup sex. But somehow, you guys were inseparable... until you finally had enough.
You got pulled out of your thoughts by yet another knock at the door. You slowly started moving toward it carefully, as if not to make any noise and alert him. You stopped in front of the door, slowly lifting your hand to press against it. You took a slow, deep breath before leaning forward to peek through the peephole.
And there he was. Tyriq Withers. The one person you didn't want to see... or so you told yourself.
As if sensing you, his head shot up, his eyes landing on the peephole. Your heart felt like it did a backflip as his eyes seemingly landed on yours. His eyes were low, red, and glossy, like he had been smoking or drinking all night. He had on a hoodie, the hood hanging low over his head. He stared at the peephole for a couple more seconds before speaking.
"I know you're in there, Y/N," he muttered loud enough for you to hear. Your breath hitched as you backed away slightly from the door. "Come on, let me in. It's cold as shit," he complained. You took a deep breath before reaching down and unlocking the door. After you opened it, Tyriq just stood there before speaking.
"So you got another nigga?" "Tyriq, don't start—" "Nah, you got another nigga just like that? So it's just fuck me?" he asked. "Tyriq, we're not together anymore—"
"I don't give a fuck!" he yelled before reaching his hand up to his face and rubbing his forehead, then letting out a sigh. "I don't give a fuck, Y/N. You mine, and you know that," he replied with a low growl as he dropped his hand from his forehead. "I'm yours? Nigga, I'm not a fucking toy." "You let him fuck you? You let him see you in that shit I bought you? Huh?" he questioned as he took a step forward. You took a deep breath.
"Why are you here, Tyriq?" you asked, placing your hand on your hip. "You really think I'ma let that nigga take what's mine?" he said, taking another step forward. He was close now.
Too close.
Your breath hitched as he stood there. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You drunk," you muttered, taking a small step back. Tyriq let out a dry laugh, shaking his head slowly. "Nah, I’m hurt." "You need to leave." "Nah," he replied quickly. "You don’t get to do that." Your eyebrows furrowed. "Do what?"
"Act like everything we had was nothing." You crossed your arms tightly over your chest, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding. "Tyriq, we broke up for a reason." "And that lame ass nigga the reason?" he shot back. "This ain’t about Eric." "But you with him." His jaw tightened as he looked around your apartment. "You really lettin’ another nigga live the life I had?" You scoffed. "The life you had? Tyriq, you used to disappear for days." "And I always came back." "That’s not the point!" you snapped.
His eyes flicked past you, into your apartment, like he was searching for something. Like he had a right to. That’s when your voice cut sharper. “Eric’s here,” you said. "You're a bad liar, pretty girl" "Im not lying" You snapped "Yes you are" He whispered as he leaned down, his lips brushing against yours. "You dont miss me?" "T-tyriq, stop" "Im not doing anything, Y/N"
You opened your mouth to say something back but you froze "You know i missed you baby" He said, his breath ghosting over your lips. He backed you up into the house, closing the door behind him..... And you let him.
Finally, he pressed his lips against yours in a deep long kiss. You moaned, your eyes fluttering shut as you kissed him back. He lifted you up, you gasped into the kiss as you wrapped your legs around him. He pulled away from the kiss and looked at you "I knew you missed me too" "I-i didn't" You replied "Keep telling yourself that" He said as he lowered you onto the couch.
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"Oh... f-fuck ty" You moaned as Tyriq pounded you from behind "This pussy still so fucking tight, Eric must not fuck you right" He groaned, gripping your waist with a tight grip. All you could do was moan as his dick slid in and out of your soaking cunt. "T-ty please, s-slow down" You whined, reaching your hand back. He grabbed your wrist, pinning your arm too your back "Dont fucking touch me, take this dick" He growled, his hips slamming against your ass with each heavy thrust. "Im gonna cum" You moaned out" "Cum on this dick" He groaned in your ear as he leaned over your back. Your hands gripped the couch pillow as your orgasm hit you hard, a loud moan ripping from your lips.
He quickly pulled out of you and flipped you onto your back. You gasped, and before you could even recover he thrusted back into you. "This my fuckin pussy" He growled as he gripped your thighs. "Oh.. mmm, ty" You moaned as you threw your head back. His hand gripped your thighs, holding your legs open. You whined, feeling every inch of his cock sliding against your walls, still sensitive from your recent orgasm.
"Imma make sure you know this pussy mine." He growled as he pounded into you harder. You moaned loudly as you reached up to grip his forearm, feeling yourself about to cum again.
He reached his right hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit. "Cum with me" He groaned in your ear as his thrusted became more sloppy. You moaned loudly, another orgasm ripping through you as Tyriq let out a low groan. His hands gripping your thighs tighter as he buried his cock inside of you, thick ropes of cum filling you.
He stayed buried inside of you for a moment, your body trembling under his as he slowly placed small kisses on your jaw. "This is my pussy and you know it" He growled.
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You sat on the couch, staring blankly at the tv. All you felt was Tyriq's warm cum inside of you, when you heard the front door open. You looked back and saw Your boyfriend Eric walk in "Hey baby, you good? You look like you seen a ghost" He asked. You stared at him for a second before speaking.
content: smau ˑ toxic sunghoon ˑ major suggestion ˑ profanity/mature language ˑ manipulation ˑ angst(ish?)
a/n: my second requestttt yayyyy! i have a couple more in my inbox that im trying to get to guys pls just be patient ik i've been slacking recently 💔 i kinda hate this but i need to feed y'all somehow soo.. also sorry if this is not the direction you wanted to go with anon, but when i think ex idk why i think toxic LMFAO. okay imma shut up now enjoyyyy
Hi!! Could i request Mike Wheeler (S4 aged up cause him in the hellfire shirt 👀) where youve been fake dating to get back at your ex but then both of you catch feelings? Maybe with Cheerleader!Reader too?
of course, lovely!! i hope this is somewhat up to your request! first post kind of nervous lol.
warning: swearing, brief fighting, fluff, slight angst i guess? i think that’s all lol.
𝙁𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜
Tuesday droned on like any other day would. Except, it didn’t. Because instead of paying attention to Mr. Jones’s history lesson, y/n finds herself enamored by Mike Wheeler, who is sitting quietly beside her. His shaggy raven hair, pale skin, and those freckles, God those freckles. If it were any other day, she’d have given a soft smile while walking past his desk and go on with her life. But lately, as of the past month, she’s done more than smile to Mike. Holding hands, loving looks, kisses to the cheek, all a part of their childish plan. But how long is it just a plan and not real?
“Hey, class is over y’know?” A voice cuts through her whirlwind of daydreaming, causing her to look up and meet the prettiest eyes she’s ever seen. Mike’s, of course.
“Oh- no, yeah i know.” She didn’t, but she nods anyway. And he knows that, his little smirk giving it away. She wishes she could just kiss it off of him.
“Right. Well, Anthony seemed pretty pissed today.” Y/n can’t help but scowl at the mention of her god forsaken ex boyfriend. Mike’s voice seems like he’s just letting her know. But his eyes flicker with a hint of something she can’t place. Jealousy? Possession? Whatever it is, it’s hot.
“Isn’t he always?” A weak attempt at a joke. It misses, of course. She just doesn’t want to talk about Anthony anymore. Sure, it’s the reason her and Mike are even doing this, but now is it really?
“I mean, yeah. It’s just…isn’t that a part of the plan?” He regrets his words the moment they come out of his perfect mouth. Damn it.
Y/n simply nods with a weak smile. What else can she do? He’s not technically her boyfriend. Mr. Jones, being the asshole he is, urges the two out of the classroom. She slings her bag over her shoulder, walking out. Mike follows like a lost puppy like always. The walk through the halls to their respective electives is silent, stiff, and certainly awkward. Did he mean it like that? Is this still just a plan to him? Is it not obvious-
“Hey. Did i upset you?” Once again Mike Wheeler interrupts her thoughts. Typical.
“Hm? Oh, no.” Lies. Of course he did! She wants to ask him if he hit his head this morning. How can he be so oblivious sometimes?
“Uh…okay?” He shakes his head, confused. He assumed that if she was upset she’d tell him, so he drops it. Big mistake.
The pair reach the gymnasium doors, looking at each other awkwardly. Usually this is the part where he hugs her and tells her he’ll see her after Hellfire finishes up. But it’s as if their record has been scratched and they don’t know how to continue their routine.
“I’ll- I’ll catch you later, yeah?” He makes it sound like a question directed more toward himself than her.
“Yeah, later.” She nods, her arms crossing over her chest as if trying to hold back the emotions threatening to spill out.
Mike takes her body language as a sign she doesn’t want to be touched right now so he just nods back and walks off to the Hellfire Club room. Y/n watches him leave and bites back a scoff. They can’t continue their plan if this is how it’s gonna be now. Not that she even wants it to be just a plan anymore.
Mike rests his lanky body into a chair rather sluggishly beside Dustin. Who notices, of course. Confusion paints his face as his shoulder drives into Mike’s firmly.
“Dude, what?” He grunts out, never good at hiding his irritation. Dustin rolls his eyes and slaps his arm a little harder than the nudge.
“First of all, watch your tone. Secondly, what’s up with you? Did y/n get back with her douchebag?” His tone is curious but slightly mocking, go figure.
“What? No. No way.” He answers a little too fast, rolling his eyes at the thought of Dustin being right, but also at his own embarrassment.
Dustin just shrugs, deciding he doesn’t want to deal with Mike when he’s like this. The game goes on, Eddie being ever enthusiastic despite Mike’s moping. Soon enough the small game ends, all beginning to go their separate ways. Dustin stops Mike before he can leave though.
“Hey. Whatever it is you and y/n have going on, don’t ruin it. It’s clear that this is more than just a scheme, for both of you.” And with that he walks away, leaving Mike to digest his words. He’s right. He needs to go tell y/n that what they have means something to him.
Y/n moped around during the whole practice. Her cheers were dull and sloppy, stunts failed due to her lack of attention. As if she couldn’t feel more defeated, there stands Anthony waiting for her at the gym doors. Her stomach drops. That should be Mike standing there. Where is he? She grudgingly walks up to him, ready to take whatever bullshit he throws her way.
“What could you possibly want?” She spits out. She forgot how much she hates talking to him.
“Relax, geez. I just wanna know something.” He smirks, annoyingly. Shocker.
“Make it quick, I have to go.” Even if she said she didn’t want to talk, he’d make her.
“To see Wheeler? Oh i know. That’s what i wanted to ask about, actually. You think I wouldn’t find out about your stupid little scheme?” He steps closer, trying to gain the upper hand.
“It’s not a plan! It’s- it’s real.” She insists, though it’s clear he’s not buying it.
“Come on, y/n. You expect me to believe that? Why would you date that loser?” Of course as he says those demeaning words, Mike walks up behind him, already irritated. Anthony doesn’t notice but y/n sure does. Her stomach drops at the look on Mike’s face. He looks so defeated, like a kicked puppy. She’s never seen brown eyes look so blue. (Ethel Cain reference lol). Anthony noticed her gaze and turns around, his arrogant smirk never leaving his face.
“Oh, look at that! The loser is here to join us!” Prejudice seeps through his tone, piercing y/n’s heart for Mike, who wasn’t even looking away from her.
“Anthony, stop it!” Her voice is stern, a newfound confidence after seeing Mike in the state he’s in. Anthony turns back to face her, smirk widening.
“Or what?” He said with a sneer. And before thinking, because who needs common sense when you’re in love? Mike snaps out of his pathetic trance and steps forward, decking him right in the nose. Anthony stumbles back, hand flying up to his bloody nose. His eyes fill with shock and rage.
“What the hell, Wheeler?!” His voice echoes through the hallways like a siren. Mike just sort of stands there with his sharp jaw clenched like he isn’t sure what he just did. Y/n grabs his arm and drags him away before Anthony can get his hits in. They jog down the hallways and out of the building to his car. It’s nothing too nice, just a dark blue 1980 mercury bobcat. His parents bought it for him his sophomore year and it’s lasted him till now. He sits on the hood, slightly out of breath. He’s not exactly an athlete.
“What in the world were you thinking?” She steps between his legs, arms crossing over her chest like she did earlier. He grimaces at her scolding tone, it reminds him of his mother. Though there’s more concern in her voice than anything.
“I wasn’t thinking.” He admits, puppy eyes not meeting hers. Instead they’re glued to his beat up converse on the pavement.
“Clearly.” She huffs, dropping her arms and looking around. Luckily, Anthony is no where to be found. He’s probably too embarrassed to be seen right now.
“Look at me, Mike.” Her voice comes out softer this time, so he does. He looks like he’s scared of what she’ll say next.
“I’m sorry- really sorry, y/n. I should’ve known that you felt the way you do.” He starts in a ramble, hands doing the talking in front of him. Her eyebrows knit in confusion until it hits her. Oh. He finally realized why she was so upset.
“No, Mike, it’s fine. I shouldn’t have expected you to read my mind.” Her hand takes his in front of her, fingers lacing with his. No hesitation.
“That’s the thing though, I should’ve known!” He urges, clearly distressed about this. He doesn’t want this to just be a plan either.
“Mike, no it’s okay-“ he cute her off by standing up, not dropping her hand.
“This- whatever it is between us? It means something to me, y/n. It means a lot, actually.” For once his eyes don’t flicker from hers despite his nerves. She freezes, hand squeezing his a little as if making sure he’s real.
“Say something, please.” He begs softly, making her weak. She snaps out of it and nods.
“This means something to me too, Mike. I think it always did.” Her heart races as the words slip from her mouth. Was that too much? The doubtful thoughts leave her mind when she sees him smile.
“So…will you date a loser then?” His tone is teasing but it’s a genuine question. It’s clear that he’s unsure at his own words. It’s Mike Wheeler after all.
“I would gladly date a loser.” She chuckles, tugging him into a hug by his hand. She can feel him smile against her shoulder as he leans down to hug her back.
“Would you date a lousy cheerleader?” She asks with the same teasing tone he had. He pulls back with a grin and rolls his eyes.
“Lousy? Oh please.” Before she can respond his lips are on hers, moving clumsily but with pure excitement. She kisses back in an instant, both of them smiling into the kiss.
a/n: ughh idk if this is good or not but i’m gonna say it is just to stay positive. I hope you like it anon, thank you for the request! my requests are always open for anyone. positive feedback is also appreciated!
