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i pushed slopnon out before june 10 bc my left titty tells me the sinners pv is real, and it'll be coming next week so i'm ghosting you all until then #yaymidterms.
if the sinners pv never comes and i just looked like a maniac for absolutely nothing... well, we still have the upcoming snezhnaya character roster teaser
; yandere, this is based on a cliche trope so do with that as you will, pathetic phainon but #he gets his way, plot device sunday, manipulation, brief mention of self-harm + suicide threat (it's used as a manipulation tactic), proofread to the best of my ability...
; becoming enamoured with phainon is an inevitability that you had no chance of ever resisting. but it stings how he'll never see you beyond a dear friend from kindergarten. the moment you move on, however, begins a shift in your dynamic with him -- he wants you back, desperately so.
; push-and-pull trope with phainon. oneshots masterlist can be seen here.
I. Love is a bitter fruit grown from trees.
“I’m Phainon! What’s your name?”
The first time you met him, his small hand reached out, waiting for you to take it. You did.
A duo is often composed of an extrovert and an introvert: at the age of seven, you knew full well who was who between you and your newfound friend, Phainon. He has a birthmark resembling that of the sun located at the side of his neck. It suits him well, you can’t think of anything but the sun when describing him. He shines like one, is warm like one, and basks everyone with his golden presence like one.
You wondered often: If he is the sun, then what would that make you?
Ideally, you’d be the complementary moon for him. During childhood, you tried to force it down your own throat by using the yellow crayon for him, and the blue one for you in your schoolwork doodles. Sun and moon, yellow and blue, light and dark – phainon and you. Growing up a bit more, you soon came to realise that you are no moon.
You’re more of a sunflower who basks in his sunlight and greedily soaks up all his affection. You’d hate to be the moon, for this meant you’d only rise when Phainon is gone – you prefer staying right by his side, a sidekick he can always count on.
A sidekick wearing your heart on your sleeves, shy but never quite ashamed of the sincere feelings you’ve held for him growing up. A flower bud that slowly unfurls into a full bloom.
As your mother would lovingly refer to you both, you are: “Two birds of a feather!”
Your childhood memories of Aedes Elysiae, blurry some of them may be, are bathed in everlasting gold. While Phainon dragged you off to go play heroes or look through Cyrene’s cards together, you remember dropping pollen of your romantic affection, scattered across planes of time like trails of breadcrumbs left for him to decipher.
While the sun dipped into the horizon, you inched closer to him day by day, the fluttering in your heart evolves into a palpitation you can never stop, and small gifts handcrafted to show your admiration all gently whispered to him to ‘please, take the hint’. But reminiscent of an immovable stone, Phainon remained blissfully oblivious to the signs.
Cyrene certainly got them; her narrowing eyes and poorly hidden giggles as she sent you and Phainon away were enough of a testament. “I’m not feeling well today, you two can go on without me!”
You’d linger at the edge of her front yard, unsure how to proceed with her help. At Phainon’s call however, you move to follow him – “okay, phai!” – trying to contain the dandelion seeds dancing around in your stomach when he leads you by the arm, not letting go despite arriving at your destination. You didn’t want to let go either, even with the sweat building up in your palm.
High school sprouts in your backyard as a tall and looming beanstalk that would force you both to grow up even more.
Phainon’s high-pitched voice starts cracking like eggshells, making way for a deeper tone yet still carrying that warm lilt he always had. You grow taller, still incomparable to Phainon’s own growth spurt, but a good few inches nonetheless. Your sense of style reshapes itself, old interests thrown out for newer ones, and the patch of land where you’d all play heroes together becomes forgotten, the trampled blades of grass outgrowing their original length.
You start favouring the comforts of your room over the blazing heat of the sun, beginning to find sweat as something you can’t stand and only coming out when Phainon pleads with you to do so.
He shines brighter in High School – his presence a beaming beacon of light as he walks through the hallways and enters classrooms. Being the sunflower that you are, you faithfully stayed by his side. Fawning crowds come and go, you don’t.
Your infatuation is exposed to those who aren’t Cyrene; childish people who never grew past the mental age of twelve tried to pick on you for always ‘Sticking to phainon like some damn leech! Don’t have any other personality traits or something?’ – the teasing didn’t last after Phainon punched one of them square in the face. His heroic act only dug your cove of feelings a little bit deeper.
He’s your best friend and first love, a pillar of comfort you grew up with – you can’t imagine your life without Phainon. You pick up more hobbies, he joins more clubs he never expected he would, and you share your new life experiences with each other during lunch. Sometimes separated, but never for too long.
Several months flicker by, and during one of your high school Valentine’s, you received gifts from men who aren’t just Phainon.
Despite his locker overflowing with pink, glittery love notes and heart-shaped chocolates handmade out of sincerity, his gaze was pinned to the white envelope and bouquet of flowers you carried - neither of them is from him. His own gift is already hanging off your backpack, the cute sunflower keychain that it is.
“From a friend?” He asks, finally closing his locker before he risks more glitter explosions on the ground.
“I doubt it,” He’s the only friend you have in this school, embarrassing it is to admit. Cyrene studies elsewhere. “But they’re cute.”
You see his tongue in cheek, and you dare let a seed of hope plant in the root of your heart. Is he… jealous? That makes you giddy. Tentatively, you ask, “You think so too, right, Phainon?”
He grimaces, glancing one last time at the items in your embrace before smiling, “Yeah, they are. Anyway, done with your locker? Let me carry your bag now.”
You nursed that seed of hope from then forth, slowly but steadily hoping more and more for the plausibility that he returns your feelings. It wouldn’t be too far off, surely – even if you’re not meant for each other in the end, you still want to try with him. You water that seed by dropping more subtle hints to Phainon, and you fertilize it by observing your best friend like an animal in a zoo, analyzing his minuscule actions and trying to correlate them to the mannerisms of ‘a guy with a secret crush on his best friend’.
To be young is to be naive.
You didn’t need much. A simple ‘you should go for it! I’ve been rooting for you two since we were all children!’ from Cyrene carved out your decision to confess to Phainon near the end of high school.
In the end, ripped straight from the dramas you watched out of curiosity, you confess to Phainon at the height of spring after getting your high school diplomas; the scent of flowers in full bloom makes you sick with nostalgia and nerves simultaneously. Your family is off conversing with his parents, while you dragged him to a secluded spot in the school.
“Uhm… I’ve liked you for a long time now, Phainon. I’m not expecting you to return my feelings but…” You leave it open-ended, too afraid to settle your confession definitively. You love him, actually - but love is a strong word that some don’t like to acknowledge. For his sake, you won’t either.
A warm, gentle spring can never stay for too long. In the same breath, you, too, are forced to abandon the sunlight you’ve known for several years at the sound of his discordant chuckle – the awkward smile etched on his face as his eyes could only look down at you in what you assume to be pity. You avert your gaze from his blue eyes, opting to stare into his birthmark instead.
“Hey, of course I like you too - you’re my best friend! But we can always stay as friends, (Y/N). You’re dear to me, you know – maybe not… like that, I just don’t want things to change between us.”
You experience the first and biggest heartbreak of your life just hours after graduating from High School. Your best friend Phainon does not reciprocate your feelings and instead wishes for your relationship to stay the same, locked into the tight box of ‘close friends’ he never plans on breaking. The seed-turned-plant of hope in your heart withers down to a sad, pathetic, dried-out flora.
That’s okay. You’ll be attending the same college as him, located far, far away – even if it’s not, you have to be okay.
After a few tense seconds of utter silence, you smile – the most carefree smile you can muster in that moment before enthusiastically nodding at him, “I get it! Don’t worry, Phainon. I totally get it. Uh, hey, I think Cyrene’s calling me. I have to take this phone call for a bit, okay? Let’s meet again later!”
You bury that confession six feet under in your backyard, covered and only seen by inches of soil as you maintain your close friendship with Phainon. Best friends, close friends, friends - you are not to cross these labels unless you want to lose your close companion.
The months of free time leading up to college are nothing unusual, you spend it as you would in the past: Phainon picking you up on the front porch to spend the entire day together. It’s either his or your room where you’ll pour sweating buckets over study materials and banter over multiplayer games on his console.
Your heart still beats like drums just being in his vicinity alone, and it took you days of preparation to act like you’re unbothered when he invites you to his room – the walls and shelves containing time capsules from years before. Pressed white daisies you gifted him on his 10th birthday peeks out as his bookmark, and your kindergarten doodle of him as the sun proudly hangs above his bed, displayed as if it’s an artifact from the Belobog museum.
The most heartwrenching item is the printed photo sitting on his desk: it’s little him kissing little you’s frosting-smudged cheek at your 10th birthday party. The shock on your face is captured and frozen in time, a memory you both laugh about every month or so. 10th birthday… It’s the same age you realized you see him as more than a friend.
Seeing it for the umpteenth time never fails to steal the air from you; the ache never gets easier. You wish you could truly put these romantic feelings to rest in a coffin and seal it shut with a lid, never to be opened again.
“Phainon, next time… let’s spend the day in my room.”
Seeing bits and pieces of you scattered around his room hurts more than him verbally rejecting you.
He grins, all teeth and gums, “Sure!”
Even branches grow into a tree of their own, just as a fledgling must leave its nest.
Spring came and went, high school a chapter closed, and you’re now faced with attending school – college, you remind yourself – an ocean away from the familiar warmth of Aedes Elysiae. The wheat fields that were once taller than you, and Phainon’s house right next door, are all left behind momentarily. You can’t pocket your hometown to bring with you in Penacony, but at least you still have Phainon.
“Everything all settled?” He gently lets go of your dorm’s wooden table, finally in its correct position, “This layout is fine, right?”
“It is,” You hand him a towel, itching to help with wiping off his sweat, “Thanks, Phainon. You didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to, anything for you.” Anything for his dear best friend. He bumps your side before sitting down on the living room couch. You wanted him to stick around for a while longer, but he’s already out your door the moment he hears knocking – (‘Oh, your roommate is here! I need to go now, remember to call me if you need help, okay?’ he pats your shoulder on the way out).
The patch of skin he briefly touched is still tingling when you see someone walk into the living room, luggage trailing right behind. A tall man with shoulder-length gray hair and kind yellow eyes bows at you in greeting. He’s wearing a white cardigan with a blue sweater layered on top, the color alone reminds you of your best friend despite the difference in shades.
“Hello, pardon my sudden entrance.”
“...Hi.” You don’t know how to talk to people beyond Phainon and Cyrene - standing around here is making you shy. “Uhm, my name is (Y/N)... And you are…?”
“I am Sunday,” His hand extends for a handshake, and you hesitantly follow suit. “It’s nice to meet you. I sincerely hope we get along.”
You nod, staring back into pools of liquid gold while shaking his hand, “...Yeah, let’s. And please don’t mind the succulents on the windowsill.”
II. A close-knit friendship withers in winter, in its place is a new one.
Much to your relief, your late-night fears of college drifting you and Phainon apart never come to fruition. It has the opposite effect, to your surprise. While not overdramatically countries away, Phainon’s dorm room is located a floor above - a notable difference from when he lived right next door to you. The added distance often has him visiting your dorm room unprompted (you kindly gave him a spare key in case of emergencies) and easily greeting a confused Sunday who just finished his classes for the day.
“Call me your third roommate – don’t worry, I help around!” He’d joke. Using your headband to push his hair back, wearing a baggy tee and gray sweatpants, he makes himself at home. Sometimes doing his own homework or brings his gaming laptop along.
After the initial surprise, Sunday doesn’t mind his company – you certainly don’t.
Phainon waits for you outside your room to walk you to your class. He makes sure you sit next to him in the classes you share. He insists you join the same org as him, and predictably, you do.
You thought you buried your less-than-platonic feelings in your backyard; you truly did. But Phainon has your heart racing in excitement, rekindling the dying plant of hope. You still like him – truthfully, you never stopped liking him. But he’s closer to you now, a feat you previously thought to be impossible. The distance of just one floor away makes the heart grow fonder. Dare you say, clingy?
But he still remains your best friend. A clingy, touchy one – but your best friend.
Sunday discusses the topic on a slow, school-less night. You’re in the living room finishing up the last plates needed to be washed when he suddenly chimes in, tone so sure of his words, “Ah yes, I remember now. Please tell your boyfriend to stop entering our dorm past 11 PM. The faculty recently deployed a curfew; it’s best we follow it.”
The ceramic plate in your grasp almost crashes headfirst to the floor. Out of embarrassment, you refuse to turn around and face your roommate. Boyfriend. Boyfriend – only one person is a repeat visitor in your dorm room, and he’s nowhere near being your boyfriend.
Meekly, you set the plate down and correct him, “I’ll inform him, but… Phainon isn’t my boyfriend.”
The silence that wafts through is more humiliation added onto your person. What is Sunday’s facial expression right now? Shocked? Ashamed?
He answers it for you: “I see… This is quite mortifying, my sincere apologies.”
But he continues, “You’re both seen together, and he visits you so often, not to mention the look you give him, I got the idea that…– I’ll be sure to be more observant in the future. Again, my apologies.”
You’re wiping the table clean when you reply, still angling your face away from his eyes, “It’s cool, don’t worry! No harm done! He and I are best friends, yes… the bestest of friends!”
You feel him raise a brow at that, “I don’t mean to pry, however…”
Cyrene always chided you for being a pushover to those around you. In this instance, you hear her disapproving frown when you fold like a wet blanket, “Whatever it is you’re thinking –! I-it’s probably right.”
Wilted sunflower that you are, you mournfully face him with your eyes cast to the floor.
“Ah. You like him?”
You slowly nod, a small part relieved that you now have someone other than Cyrene and Phainon to confide in. “Don’t tell him, please…”
“I won’t.”
His bird-patterned socks enter at the edge of your vision. You slowly look up. Sunday is smiling at you, although a bit tense.
“Perhaps it’s a bit presumptuous of me considering we’ve only known each other for months, but… They say I’m a good listener. If you don’t mind, could you tell me more?”
Sunday is a Borage you unknowingly planted, only just now peaking when you need him most. Sitting side by side on your dorm’s small couch, you gain an outsider’s perspective on your years-long pining toward your best friend. He hears of your rejection and your still-persisting feelings. In the end, the advice he offered to you is:
“He may not be stringing you along, but you still foster optimism in your heart. So long as you have it, you will never move forward past him. If you ask me… confess your love a second time; see if his opinion has changed.”
You gulp, “And if it doesn’t?”
He smiles, gentle as clouds, “Broaden your horizons permanently. Distance yourself if you must; your friendship will pick up once you settle your feelings.”
Winter break is soon; you’ll need to go back to Aedes Elysiae in a few months’ time. However…
“If it’s not too much. A-and I understand if you don’t want to! But, could I ask you to…”
Sunday’s words continuously ring in your mind, repeating circles of “confess your feelings” and “move on,” bouncing off of one another. Coincidentally, Sunday is out for the afternoon when Phainon barges in a week later. Something about groupmates and ‘I wish you were in my group’ going one ear and out the other as you nod at him in autopilot.
He picks up on your unusual behavior not even ten minutes in: brows raised to the sky and eerily getting close and personal with you, surveying your face like it’d shed off all the information he wanted. He retracts a few seconds later, less joking when he inquires, “Something on your mind? Missing Aedes Elysiae?”
Hanging out in your small room like this, laptop opened to play some pirated action movie, and his class notes scattered around your bedsheets like autumn leaves…
You shake your head, feeling the moment to follow Sunday’s advice is now. This is the perfect timing – no one else around to see your heartbroken face for a second time, and no Cyrene to find out you’re still hung up on him.
“Phainon, I…”
He shuffles closer to hear you better – traitorously, your heart clenches in affection.
“Yeah?”
You take a deep breath, screwing your eyes shut, “I think I still like you.”
You downplay your feelings for the sake of self-preservation.
His breath hitches, “Ah, that’s–”
“I’m sorry.” You apologize, remorseful at how uncomfortable he must be right now, “I really tried, but…” A deep breath, “I’ll move on from you soon, I promise.”
“Oh,” He pauses, staring anywhere but you, “Uhm… sure… I’m glad to have you, you know?”
You nod, too fragile to face him.
“...You’re my first and dearest friend. I truly, really liked you, Phainon.” You love him so, so much.
“You’re dear to me too, (Y/N). Forever and now.”
You’ve heard of an overseas concept where a person in an unrequited love begins to sprout flowers from within. You feel like that’s happening to you right now with how unbearable heartbreak is – yellow carnations form from your bleeding heart, wormwood seizes your lungs in a tight embrace, and pink roses mix with your innards. You’d cough out the feeling if you could; empty your stomach from all the flowers and be done with it.
Predictably, he’s quiet for the rest of the movie – immediately coming up with an excuse to leave your dorm room once the end credits begin rolling in. You break down into tears the moment the lock clicks in place. You cry for hours, long enough for Sunday to come knocking on your door, just knowing you managed to do it when he readily offers you one of his giantmoa pudding tarts.
Eyes puffy and snot stubbornly running down your nose, you take a bite and thank him through a mouthful of pastry. It’d taste better if you weren’t so heartbroken. He gently rubs your shoulder in comfort.
“It’ll be alright.”
He’s right– But Phainon has always been by your side, rain or shine. The following months of his absence from your life will be akin to traversing a dark forest with no light source.
But there’s light at the end of the tunnel; a rainbow at the end of the storm. When Sunday bans you from helping with chores that night, you know your heart will heal in time.
“Thanks a lot… sunny.”
He sighs in mock exasperation, “I see you’ve picked up on that nickname too.”
The sun: Hey
The sun: I came by to pick you up, but for some reason, your roommate’s lying?? He said you’re not going back to aedes elsysiae this winter break??? And even denied me entry???
The sun: crazy right
The sun: I’m right outside waiting for you rn
The sun: do you need help packing up? :)
You: No
You: He’s telling the truth.
You: I won’t be visiting for now. Maybe next semester break?
The sun: what
You haven’t read his one-word reply when your phone screen transitions to his contact photo with the text ‘The sun is calling…’ displayed below. You sigh, reluctantly sliding to accept.
Even with speakers turned off, you hear him without pressing your phone against your ear: “What do you mean? Did something happen? Don’t tell me you and Auntie got into a fight…! Don’t worry! I’ll act as the middleman like usu-”
“Uhm, Phainon.” You cut him off.
“Yeah?”
“It’s nothing like that, please don’t worry.”
He makes a sound of confusion, painfully close to a whimper, “So then… why aren’t you visiting our hometown with me?”
‘Because you’ll be there’. “I’m busy with some personal matters here, don’t worry about me. Say hi to Snowy for me, okay?”
“No, I’m absolutely worrying about you – why not? We can visit them next week instead if you’re busy! Why… why miss out on the entire winter break? Won’t you be lonely here?”
“No need, really! Enjoy aedes elysiae for me. And I won’t be lonely… so stop worrying so much, you softie. I have sunny with me.”
“Sunny…? Your… roommate? Sunday? He’s staying here for winter break, too?” He sounds choked up from disbelief; you’d laugh if you weren’t battling against your resurfacing feelings from talking to him on the phone. “Sunday?”
“Yes, he’ll take care of me. I swear!”
“...”
“...Phainon? Hello?” Did the call end already? You glance at your screen, frowning in confusion when you see that the call is still ongoing. Is he lagging on his end? But he’s outside of your dorm.
“If you need anything,” He suddenly speaks up, “Anything – call me, please. If your roommate makes you sad or uncomfortable, tell me right away, okay? I’ll call you again the moment I’m back in aedes elysiae. Stay safe, I love you.”
You flinch at his admission, knowing he didn’t mean it like that. “I know… safe travels, Phainon.”
“Phai.”
“Huh?”
“Call me Phai. Isn’t that what you used to call me when we were kids? Why’d you stop? Let’s bring it back.”
You lie on your bed, pondering. Why did you stop? Perhaps since it was a nickname from childhood, you let go of it and hoped Phainon would see you more than just… his friend since diapers. It didn’t work, clearly. So you don’t mind calling him that shortened version of his name again.
“Okay… Safe travels, Phai.”
Despite your emboldened decision to ask Sunday to stay with you for winter break, you are still, at your core, a floundering, unsociable person. You have your moments of being bold and talkative, but it’s covered by leaves of quietude and slight stutters. Socializing is not your strong suit. You’re not at the stage of being totally buddy-buddy with your roommate, but you’re slowly getting there.
You’re glad you met Sunday. Had it not been for him, you’d still be stuck hopelessly waiting for a day that’ll never come: a phantom of the past who’s deathly afraid of the future.
In the span of your one-month winter break, you get to know him better. Your roommate, who’s a good listener is also an older brother to an idol trainee, has a trio of friends who roomed together a floor below, likes sweet treats, and ran away from his adoptive home after graduating high school.
Your profound respect for him only continued to grow, stalking across your shared living space like vines. While Phainon’s frequent messages, consisting of photos of Snowy and with your family, make your heart twinge in longing, you start ignoring them for the sake of progress. He’ll understand why a year from now, and you’ll both laugh about it like the pair of best friends that you are.
It’s not college that severs you and Phainon – it’s you yourself, but cutting off a branch from your tree does not mean it’s not allowed to grow a new one elsewhere.
III. Regret burgeons when everything is said and done.
Phainon: I feel like you’ve been ignoring me lately
Phainon: did i upset you?
Phainon: :(
The Gen Ed courses you took unfortunately landed you in some shared classes with Phainon, the ‘sunny’ side is that they’re coincidentally shared with Sunday and his friends too. While anxious to meet them, he thoroughly reassured you that they’re nice people.
“Just a bit… loud sometimes, I hope you don’t mind.”
You don’t – anything to physically get away from Phainon. The one-month winter break may have taught you to rely on him less, but seeing his face again might cause you to fold like paper. You see his unanswered texts when you close your eyes, and you hear his voice right before falling asleep. You miss him, but you know what must be done. When he visited you on the day he left Amphoreus, you and Sunday worked together to pretend that no one was home when he came knocking.
He stayed for hours before going up to his own floor.
Sunday sits on your left, and Stelle (A kind woman who is equal parts loud and quiet) on the other. Your new acquaintances, Dan Heng and March, are a row ahead.
“I’m telling you, (Y/N)! His nickname really is cold dragon young!” March cackles in glee, making sure to point at Dan Heng in case you mistake him for someone else.
He sighs, pushing down her finger, “That was years ago, ignore her.”
Stelle chimes in, lazily putting her arm around your shoulder and whispering, “Because he had a gachalife phase.”
Cold dragon young hisses at her to shut up, only to serve as fuel for their cackling. Entertained, you let out a few quiet chuckles at their display. You can never be happy for too long – the classroom door soon creaks open, familiar tufts of white hair peeking in not a moment later. The realization that it’s undoubtedly Phainon has you clammoring in your seat, sitting rigidly in attention.
Sunday gently rubs your back, eases you back to your current circle, “Sorry…!”
“It’s okay,” Sunday whispers back, sharing a glance with you.
“Ah, (Y/N)! There you are! …And everyone too, hello!” Phainon greets from up front, hastily picking up his pace to approach your group. Facing you, he wastes no time firing question after question, “Where were you yesterday? I waited around and tried the key you gave me, but it never worked. Did your phone break? I couldn’t contact you at all, I was so worried!”
You smile at him, “Phai, it’s nice to see you again. Sorry, we replaced our door lock with a new key for uhm… security reasons, I’ll try to get you a copy sometime. And no… my phone isn’t broken, I was just busy, that’s all!”
He audibly sighs in relief, “...Really? That’s good, I’m glad – I missed you a lot, you know?” Adjusting his bag strap, he nods to the unoccupied seats in the first row, “Come on, let’s sit.”
Stelle speaks for you, “Oh, she’s sitting with us.”
“Hm? Right! Thank you for taking care of my best friend, but we’ll get going now–”
“No, I mean she’ll be sitting with us for this class.”
Phainon cocks his head, “Sorry, can you repeat that?”
You meekly affirm, “I’m… sitting with them. Uh, they’re really nice people, Sunny introduced me to them!”
“Huh?” He looks like a lost puppy on the verge of being abandoned, “...But our seats?”
“I’ll try to sit with you next class!”
You never do: you sit next to Sunday in every single one of them and ignored the bewildered look on his face each time.
He beelines for you after dismissal, blue eyes so eager and pleading when he asks you, “Let’s get dinner together – my treat? It feels like I haven’t seen you in centuries.”
Only for you to scratch the back of your neck while shyly glancing at Sunday, “Uhm… we already made plans after school. Sorry, Phai.”
“Oh.” He steps back, letting you and Sunday pass by him to exit the room. His blue eyes follow you until they can no longer. He’s left with himself when he mutters a bitter:
“I get it.”
“Let me carry that for–Ah, Sunday…?”
He’s a second too late, but Phainon stubbornly clings to your bag’s front pocket, the very bag that the other man is already carrying. You’re still in the bathroom when the professor dismisses the class. Wanting to do his usual duties, Phainon intended to carry your bag, but… someone already beat him to it. He smiles at him, polite, “Thank you friend, but this is my thing, if you’d kindly–”
Sunday’s lips curve into what seems to be a subtle mocking smile. He adjusts the bag closer to him before replying in a composed manner, “How chivalrous of you, Mister Phainon. However, it’s not needed. See? I can carry it for her.”
Phainon sees it as clear as day.
Childishly, Phainon thinks he can carry it better than he can. It’s what he always did for you since he still had some front teeth missing from his smile; it’s his duty, not your roommate’s.
He reluctantly lets go when you come up to thank Sunday, blatantly ignoring him just a few feet away. He enthusiastically greets you, but he still exists as an imaginary concept in your eyes. What’s going on? He ponders, watching you chat the world away with Sunday. What happened before that winter break that caused you to grow so tremendously close to that guy?
You said you’d give him a new copy of your dorm room, but you’re ignoring his texts, his existence, and now – letting someone else do his usual tasks. Seriously, what gives?
Sunday’s like a parasite attached to your hip, it unnerves and angers him.
Are you… trying to replace him? His heart threatens to drop just thinking about it.
You are.
You really are trying to replace him.
Sunday sits next to you, Sunday lives with you, Sunday eats with you, Sunday talks with you, Sunday texts with you, Sunday laughs with you – Sunday, Sunday, Sunday. Every time Phainon is graced with your presence, it’s quick to sour from your notable companion by your side. Your new circle of friends too, Phainon sees it clear as day: you don’t want to be around them all the time, but you’re peer pressured into doing so. If Phainon was by your side… he would never let that happen to you. He’d punch them into blindness should they dare to make you inconvenienced.
Two birds of a feather – that’s what your mother called him and you; A pair of friends so close you might as well be surgically joined together in the middle. When Seven-year-old Phainon first reached his hand out to you, his brain made the unconscious decision then: you’d be the sole irrevocable part of his life. Flowers bloom and wilt; they experience a death of their own, but under Phainon’s sunlight, he promised that he’d never let a sunflower like you be anything less than thriving.
He leads and you follow, only so he’d be the one to be hurt when braving the unknown. Scraped knees and bruised patches of skin are nothing because you’re not hurt. He shines so you can comfortably hide under the shade – you’re not one for people, he’s fine with the way you are. He adjusts around your existence, a mold of comfort that perfectly fits none but you. He’s your fighter and protector; sword and shield.
Skipping rocks on a nearby lake, teasing Cyrene together, learning from her cards, and discovering a poor abandoned puppy who’d eventually be named ‘Snowy’ are all flashing strings of gold in his memories. Moments carefully planted in his own backyard and given regular maintenance lest he start neglecting them.
He loves you, of course he does. There is nothing purer in this world than his love for you; a flower specially nursed and plucked with the greatest care, a beauty unparalleled for it’s fertilized from the attention you give him.
His room is centered around you; every item given is meticulously stored and given a special place. The polaroids, your kindergarten doodles, the yellow crayon you gave him, your pressed flowers – he still has it, even brought it along to his dorm room, where he’s embraced by your presence every night before sleep.
He loves you, he knows this well in his heart. But Phainon is simply not worthy of you. His love for you is pure, but he, as a person, is not. A Sun can also be damaging to a sunflower – he is the filth to your pure, the actual darkness to light.
Is it because he refused your confession?
He preserves you because no one in this world deserves you, but must you go ahead and leave him for dead after finding a different sun to seek sunlight from? Sunday… What does he have that Phainon does not? Is he the better him? Does he treat you kinder than he does?
Sunday is far from holy. If anything, he’s the snake trying to lure you to ruin. You don’t know any better, hence why Phainon is around to protect you.
This is the biggest hurdle you’ve ever faced together, and with his heart being torn to pieces by your own gardening tools, he’ll make it right. He always goes. He’ll make it right, he’ll get you back, and you two can go back to the way you were before – just more. Friends, best friends, lovers, and everything in between, he’ll really give it all to you.
Sunday… he’s poisoned your mind and rotted your pure soul.
IV. Desperation is a seed planted long, long ago – still, spring has come.
“Thank you for sticking around me, Phai.”
He’s in the middle of starting a pathetic fire using twigs and stone when you blurt out cryptic words beside him. He hums, continuing his work, “What do you mean?”
“Can’t I just say thank you!?” You fluster, quickly standing up and pacing around the edge of the forest you’ve both designated as your ‘camping spot’. “Mama said it’s nice to thank people! So, uhm- Thank you for being my friend, please never stop being my best friend!”
“‘Course I won’t!” Phainon toothily grins, fluffy white hair gaining a slight bounce from his motions, “Actually, I’ll never abandon you. Ever!”
You perk up like a sunflower dancing in the wind, “Really!?”
The fire finally sparks to life, small and flickering, but there. At the same time, he gazes deep into your eyes, only knowing nothing else but sincerity at such an age, “Yeah! I swear!”
A yelp, “Swearing is bad!”
Phainon’s eyes blearily blink open. His dorm room ceiling greets him first thing in the morning.
Phainon stalks and waits like a deep-rooted willow tree. He strikes you when he knows you’re alone. It all falls into place: Sunday’s trainee sister is dropping by a different part of the city over the weekend; logic dictates that he won’t be coming back to his dorm room until then. Your close proximity to Sunday will momentarily halt, and Phainon is free to slither in.
He’s waiting right outside your dorm room when you come walking down the long hallway, body language all languid, even resting against the paint-chipped-off stone pillar while scrolling through his social media feed,
You’d spot him a mile away, and seeing him without Sunday by your side makes you hesitate all the more. Your stupid heart starts speeding up.
“I just want to talk,” He calls out, pocketing his phone to spread his arms wide open for a hug, “I miss you, is that too much to ask?”
You slowly approach him, “...No, I missed you too.”
You miss him. You miss him. You miss him. You’ve been holding your sunflower keychain as your nightly comfort or else you’d end up calling his number at 2AM.
Phainon smiles, “Really?”
“Yes… I just got… busy, that’s all.”
He smiles wider, blue eyes turning into blue crescent moons, “Really?”
“...Yes.” His hand gently pries the keys out of your hand; you let him.
You hear Sunday screaming on your shoulder, telling you that your blase facade is quickly falling apart at the seams. Unaffected, unmoved – you’re nothing of the sort right now. You’re a sunflower who’s been starved of sunlight for too long.
With a click, he opens the door for you and softly murmurs, “You’ve been hurting me a lot, (Y/N). You know that, right? But I understand, it’s not your fault.”
You step inside, letting him lock the door behind you, “Not… my fault?”
He shakes his head, hands firmly grasping your shoulders to sit you down on the small couch, “No, it’s mine.”
Immediately you protest, “That’s not true. We just drifted apart–”
Once more, he shakes his head before dropping to his knees before you. The sudden action makes you flinch, growing more uncertain when he holds your hand in his. Phainon’s eyes remind you of butterfly peas from up this close.
He’s quiet when he speaks, a deep rasp overtaking his voice, “...You don’t understand: I miss you.”
You understand what he means. Parting from Phainon is disorienting. Sunday and his friends may have managed to fill the gaping hole in your heart, but it’s incomparable to Phainon’s presence.
Are you a bad person for not finding satisfaction in your new friends? Are you sick in the end to still crave Phainon after being rejected two times? Is this what you get for sticking by his side for so long?
It probably is.
He continues speaking, “I’m sorry for pushing you away; that was never my intention. I wasn’t lying when I said you’re dear to me – you truly are. I never wanted to pursue a relationship with you because, I– I’m too lowly for you. I would only taint you.”
You run your fingers through his hair, reminiscing on all the nights you spent crying over him – it still bleeds like fresh wounds, “That’s ridiculous, Phainon. I’m not some holy figure to taint. I was just a girl in love with her best friend.”
“I know, but you… you don’t understand. You’re everything to me.”
“You’re everything to me, too, that’s why I loved you.” You still do.
“I think of you first thing in the morning. I brush my hair wondering how I’ll spend the day with you, I eat breakfast, thinking what yours was at that moment, I kept the homework you threw out. I always hate it when I talk to people who aren’t you. I still have the twigs you gave me during our 6th-grade camping trip. The reason the pressed flowers you were planning on giving out during high school graduation went missing is that I stole them – I didn’t want anyone else owning a piece of you. I make sure you’re always too shy to stand up for yourself, so I can save you. I… I hate Sunday for getting into your head – it should only be me. I should be the one you hate and love. I – you’re everything to me.”
His grip tightens, blunt fingernails leaving indents on your own fingers, “I’m sorry, please take me back. I’m unworthy, but I don’t want you to be happy with anyone else. I started cutting myself when you refused to go back to Aedes Elysiae with me – I don’t want to live in a world where I’m not by your side. Please. I’ll kill myself if you leave me. I really will.”
You swallow the saliva pooling in your mouth.
If Phainon is the sun that will incinerate you and your sunflower petals for getting too close, the question it poses is: Do you let it consume you whole? To forgive and forget, starting a new chapter anew in the process?
kill yourself or let (y/n) have friends and move on from you
"your sister's heart would break seeing you like this."
; siscon lohen (stepcest)
varka shakes his head disapprovingly. split lip, black eye, bleeding cut on the left cheek, and tattered clothes... he wouldn't be surprised if you came knocking on the knight of favonius' doors tomorrow, demanding that your angel of a brother gets wrapped up in the softest fabrics and kept outside of the battlefield.
lohen only cackles in response, haphazardly wiping off the ribbons of blood on his face, "i know -- guess i won't be seeing her until i fully heal."
the grandmaster sighs, "that makes it worse -- go home, lohen. what'd you even fight this time? you never let it get this bad."
his spear is thrown to the side, cape following suit as lohen sits down on the ground, bearing no real concern for the gashes he currently sports, nor the cut on his lips when he grins up at the sun, "her pops beat me down to a pulp today, something about me being a sick bastard, haha!"
ah. that explains it. "well. he's not wrong."
it's not every day varka sees someone be so open with their feelings for their adoptive sibling -- but lohen takes it a mile above and as high as the heavens when it comes to you. you two are assumed to be a couple more than siblings, and your old man of a father... he's not fond of his decision to take lohen in, to say the least. a tale of romeo and juliet or a sick incestuous relationship? he's not sure either.
all he knows is that lohen performs excellently as the vice captain, purely because he saves his wages to save you from your home family.
"i wanna be with her without that old man breathing down our necks! hah... either i kill him in his sleep or old age takes hold of him first. that sounds good, too."
and varka never claimed to be holier-than-thou when he looks away and lets lohen be.
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Like how did you get interested in (pseudo- or not) *ncest, was there a specific media that altered your brain chemistry (in a good way of course, no judging since I am regularly visiting your blog for obvious reasons haha :D)? Or what was your timeline for getting into yandere, dark content etc? Or ntr?
Additionally what was your fandom pipeline like, did you ever go down the route of Supernatural or Doctor Who or Naruto or Pokemon or something else…
Sorry if this is a loaded question! I just find you and your brain very cool and interesting 👉👈
Hope you have an amazing day (and also best of luck for your midterms!!)
oh!! this is a very loaded question indeed >< but i don't mind talking about it <33 extensive riri online life lore below :0
for context, i was given unrestricted internet access (my parents never monitored what i did online) + i joined the internet VERY young -- i think i was around 7 when i walked around everywhere with my tablet and watched those elsa x spiderman dolls and toy reviews 24/7 wefjiwregier
at the same time, i got into wattpad at said young age !! i gravitated towards 'scary stories' book collections at first but i stumbled upon fanfiction and that's actually where i discovered the existence of bts 😭 i saw a 'bts texts' book on my recommendations and thought the guys on the cover looked handsome (the picture was still in the 'i need u' era omfg we were both fetuses in retrospect) so i clicked on it out of curiosity
i'd call bts as my first fandom :0 and while that was going on i discovered other medias because of wattpad too, most notably black butler and diabolik lovers. i mentioned it a long while ago on this blog, but at my young age i definitely shouldn't have been engaging with DL 😭😭 my mind couldn't comprehend the dark content litered in that game so at that time i treated it as a normal otome game... gulpp !!
++ to shoehorn in, i was heavily invested in mha for several years when i watched the first season on-air from animax television, i alternated between reading bts and mha fanfiction for monthsss.
I hateeeee yandev and yansim now but i discovered the yandere trope because of, well... yandere simulator. specifically kubzscouts' gameplay videos and i remember being so intrigued by the term 'yandere' that i searched it up and discovered yuno gasai in the process. i didn't know about yandere fanfictions itself until i joined tumblr to read bts x reader fanfictions LMFAOOO. i think this is around 2016-2018?? i was so obsessed with 'bts reacts to you __' imagines and i saw one that specified 'YANDERE bts reacts to you __' and the floodgates were opened from then on 🙂↕️🙂↕️ literally altered my brain ugh so good #nostalgiaposting
++ another shoehorn: granblue fantasy was my introduction to gacha games and i played honkai impact for a brief time in 2018/2019, it was very fun !! but my device couldn't keep up for long.
i stayed in that bubble of yandere bts until late 2019 when i saw some posts online about an up and coming disney game where the villains are turned into anime guys :000 aka twisted wonderland! it popped back up on my tumblr feed during it's first month of release and i got soooo invested in the fandom. i also consumed 2020 yan twst content like crazy >< in the same year, i got into jujutsu kaisen because i kept wondering what people meant by jjk when it was always jeon jungkook for me LMAO
although i took a bit of a hiatus from tumblr when covid hit because i spent all my time on twitter. i finally caved in and tried out genshin impact because of hit character scaramouche making rounds on twitter because of his debut appearance in nov 2020 and despite my laptop being shit from the butt i HADDD to play it for him,,, i fell in love with the game very early on, mondstadt was truly so magical. and then i just stayed with my little duo of bts and genshin until i picked up honkai star rail during jing yuan's debut banner in 2023. also picked up some other animes in-between but the predominant medias i consumed is definitely bts, genshin, twst, and hsr :0
basically: bts > mha > twst > jjk > genshin > hsr
as you can see,,, i didn't get into fandoms like the ones you've mentioned. i'm very particular about art styles so i don't watch animes i visually don't like (bleach, naruto, one piece, hxh, aot, etc.), and i still don't know what supernatural or doctor who is tbh??? and pokemon does not interest me beyond pikachu 😭 i stick to an interest and just ignore everything else going on online tee bee eychh....
as for darker content... i discovered my particular like for it since yansim and further developed when i began reading fics from ao3 where i clicked on tags because some terms i did NOT understand. my like for even more messed up topics like pseudo/faux/step/incest just... happened out of nowhere, genuinely. i don't remember what triggered my like for it ><
i do know that i've always liked horror as a child, hence why i seeked out horror stories on wattpad knowing full well i'd be too scared to go to sleep. the genre has always fascinated me, and as i matured, i also realized that there's more to horror than jumpscares and creatures under the bed, it's also psychological. i like romance too, and i think my love for yanderes is because it combines two of my favorite genres into one: romanticized horror. i loveee talking about immoral characters committing immoral doings in the name of love >< even more if it's forbidden <3333
eek,,, this is definitely a long post but i hope it answered your questions! :000 and thank you! i'll try my best to finish my midterms in smooth sailing <3333
If we score the jealousy levels of sinners out of 10, which one would you give how much? (bonus:Dain too🤭)
vedrfolnir believes he has cut off every single thread he can possibly get jealous over. you have no connections past him in this perfect post-world ending, just you and him in this space he created - revolving around one another as he witnesses the world fall into what he predicted centuries ago. unfortunately traces of you slip past this unknowing space and resurfaces back to teyvat, where a small group of fanatics is made aware of your existence before they're all too soon calling themselves your followers, promising to break you free from eternal misery. people knowing about you is more than enough for vedrfolnir to seethe in jealousy. nothing a little bit of time-altering can't fix. 9/10
rhinedottir is oftentimes too proud to be jealous but she still has her own moments, especially when the situation involves her old acquaintances vice pres vit or hroptatyr -- ...essentially the academic people, really. perhaps it's because knowledge is her strongest suit, and while she's never insecure about her own capabilities, something crawls up her spine at the involvement of those two. sinner of life, shade of life, practicer of the art of khemia... these achievements and titles seem little when faced against the looming threat of losing a droplet of your affection. she wants your eyes to always fawn over her and only her, no one else. 7/10
hroptatyr never gets jealous because he's hardwired your brain into reasoning that he's the center of your universe. only sigma chads like him get it. 0/10
surtalogi is jealous loser central. the jealousy hub. the envy capital. green-eyed nation. he embodies the booktok possessive alpha boyfriend because a single planetarian creature looking your way is more than enough reason for him to start swinging his greatsword and not stopping until said planet is reduced to floating dust in outer space. he does all this, but he'd never, ever admit out loud that he's jealous, too. give him a pack on the cheek as consolation or else the next planet will be a victim of his wrath too... dot dot dot...? 10/10
rerir easily gets riled up as it is, this is doubled the moment the traveler and company pulls low blows like, "dude your spouse is hot" in the middle of his boss battle -- cue rerir pulling countless wild hunt hands from the ground in a jealous fit. he knows, so they need not point out the obvious. 🙄 8/10
dainsleif never gets jealous because you're all up on him 24/7 #chaddain. 0/10
I'm trying so hard to stay alert for sinners pv, both because you got me to invest in sinners stocks and because I wanna be in your asks right away asking for siscon Scara (I need him so baddd)
>< oh this is so sweet <333 let's all pray for the sinners pv together everyone <333 if they drop it then maybe we'll get yandrone and sisconderer <3333
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i miss him much...... we used to be a proper society (rerir hub) but now he's too busy mulling in that moon's reflection </33
this is how i feel when i answer asks in the middle of class 😭😭😭
pervaxagoras creeping on shy student y/n.. he can't help but blush and look away when y/n looks up at him with those round doe eyes! she's so painfully average in every way - she doesn't catch his eye academically, yet her work isn't so dull and boring that it warrants his scolding. so how come she consistently peforms so well? anaxa just has some really talented students!! <3
consider..... (y/n) who's not even interested in academics but after meeting professor anaxagoras, your entire worldview has changed. the writings on the board are crystal clear, computations are done in your head, information from countless pages is absorbed like sponge... all because he made you stay behind after class one time and nonchalantly told you, "i see potential in your work." >< you never looked back since !! you've been chasing that same high !!
and maybe you're a friendless loser who's never received a sincere compliment before, hence why you latch onto professor anaxa like no other. he sees you for who you are, praises you without empty fluffs of flattery, and you just love him so, so much... his name is repeated across multiple spanning pages in your notebook, he has candid shots mid-lecture on your camera roll, you have a poster of him you designed yourself in your room, you printed out his research papers and even hard-bound them -- you're in so deep, you don't even wanna pull out.
you're not one for academics... but if professor anaxa sees your potential, then you'll unearth it yourself and present it to him as a polished, shimmering gemstone. you don't want to fail him, not ever. you now spend all your time alternating between daydreaming about prof anaxa and getting actual work done; life has never been better for you!
you purchased a polaroid camera a while back, seeing professor anaxa's face as pixels no longer enough for you. you want it printed out in an instant, and there's something so charming about polaroids. ah, but you couldn't use it during class... it'd be too obvious. the first polaroids you have of professor anaxa are taken from the bushes, peeking into his office window, and depicting him conversing with a few curious students. hyacine, you think -- you're jealous of her. phainon, too.
with the distance, the pictures aren't as detailed as you'd like, but it's a start, you'll need to start investing more into this newfound hobby... slotting the polaroids in between your notebook pages, you set off for your class with professor anaxa.
after class, part of the last people exiting the room, someone knocks you over and sends your polaroids flying down to the ground. the perpetrator never looks back, and you're left clumsily picking up your prized treasures, absolutely mortified. you feel it - the piercing stare of professor anaxa behind you. you feel it.
he'll never look at you ever again. he's going to have you expelled. he's transferring out of this college. he's--
he picks up one of your polaroids. raises a brow and gives a minuscule smile before handing it over to you. your shaking hand receives it, waiting for his verdict.
professor anaxa is an angel sent from the heavens: he turns around and leaves you with a single sentence.
"be less conspicuous when taking pictures of me next time."
you collapse to the floor, desire flooding through your veins.
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I'm not sure if you play tokyo debunker, but I was reading your yandere works and thought so much of Leo. It's so clear he has an unhealthy obsession with people that he thinks is his. Unfortunately, he has both the mind and means to actually force people apart, and he does so in story! He's just out there always creating conflict. Also, there is Shion, which is a whole different can of worms.
what do you mean there's more than one freaky character in that game
Amazing Fatherhen and Pruneter post! This is the type of slimy Lohen that I adore. Not really caring for Prune; maybe he develops an attachment for her later, but more so because she is the reason he gets to be with his captain, whom for SOME reason unknown to Lohen, they haven't fallen for him, so he thinks endearing himself to Prune will prove to be the correct weapon against your resistance to him. If not, and this (unfortunate) platonic relationship endures... well, we'll see who is willing to touch this monstrous dynamic without being torn to shreds by the three members of the family, all for the same reason but different feelings and motives. At least Lohen can keep you from getting partners if everyone has the wrong idea, right?
This makes me think of them being a cute alternate version of Adam's family!
i think prune and lohen's alliance can turn precarious the moment one of their personal goals is compromised. for example, despite her insistence that she's a 'matured' kid, prune IS a child who has the mentality of one -- she may think she's matured in regards to her world view, but in actuality, she's still incredibly naive. and children are simple; they like being happy -- for prune, she likes seeing you happy. if lohen's behavior causes you so much distress and misery, then prune will be forced to reevaluate her cooperation with him and possibly sever the agreements they had, thus becoming an obstacle to lohen's selfish plan.
not to say prune isn't selfish in her own right - she is. she may try to claim she doesn't need someone to look out for her, but she greatly appreciates the parent role you've taken up just for her. it's why she likes hogging all your attention and affection because you make her feel loved. she likes being cared for and enjoys coming home to a meal after a long day of trying out silly booby traps. but children aren't malicious, prune can and will go against lohen to essentially leave with you if he's too much. while she's never dealt with knights before... she's not called a witch hunter for nothing -- she resembles him in that regard.
Alam mo ba bagay talaga kay 👖yung pagiging little brother CASUE HE'S SO TALL DARK AND HANDSOME and aren't little brothers the types to show off?!? Like imagine he GETS soooo jealous easily n takes it out on his beloved big sis ahahah n then next month,, uy d umano (galing kay Charlotte) funtis na ate nya (・_・;)?
tang is ina talaga ang sarap mo pantalone
; siscontalone aka stepcest
always being known for his professional exterior and how he conducts his business meetings, only for feofan to turn around and get irrationally angry at anyone even looking at his older sis' direction,,, feofan you are so two-faced.
he's never been the best with his temper, you see. even as street kids, he can never take the harassment you got and leave with his tail tucked between his legs. nobles spitting down at you, market vendors ignoring your existence, older homeless people having the gall to take the measly money you gathered from begging... it still makes him so, so angry centuries later. his lanky body and grimy face would contort into an unsightly snarl, and he'd stand up for you on your behalf -- the injuries he sustained after were of little consequence.
you took him in, and it was only right that he looked out for you too.
since you worked so hard raising him, feofan is incredibly territorial and overprotective when it comes to you. as mentioned in past asks, he's been soft launching you into staying at his manor all day and night ><
it's better for you and him, truly.
lest his temper will keep flaring up each time you interact with an employee at the zapolyarny palace, and now feofan's dragging you to his office where he guilt-trips you to the abyss. he knows your soft heart better than anyone else -- knows you better than you know yourself, in fact. thus it's easy for him to twist and kick you down. you know his upbringing and why he acts like this, yes? so are you intentionally hurting his feelings by forming such close connections with people who aren't him?
no, no, no - your answer will always be no. you love him, you love your little brother.
if you truly love him... then please listen to him when he says that staying inside the manor is the best course of action ^^ or else he'll really have to impregnate you just to flick off pesky, possible suitors.
Who deserves the cuck chair more? Vedrfolinr or Phainon?
only one person here actually deserves to get cucked for messing with his brother's life and running off to start a cult, and that's vedrfolnir 😭😭😭 actual hydrogen bomb vs. coughing baby
which is why it's morally correct for said brother, dainsleif, to steal the love of his life (king irmin heir) and live out vedrfolnir's delusions in his place <333 we believe in you dain
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so so SOOO obsessed with you sisconphainon au,,,the concept of him hinding in your closet and watching you touch yourself while he’s watching and rutting in his hands trying to keep quite- or god forbid u bring a hook up back home and he’s forced to watch in seething rage someone getting to fuck you but he can’t help himself but get a littttllleeee turned on at the sight of you spread open and naked drools drools drools goddd it’s so fucked but he can’t stop jerking off!!!!
; stepcest, college au where they didn't dorm?
unfortunately that annoying younger brother is not, under any circumstances and possibilities, letting anyone else but him enter you 😭😭 you've always known him as the adoptive guy you can easily kick around and bully without facing repercussions from your parents (because he never tells them), but the one time he stands his ground and acts like a bratty sibling is when you bring home a guy.
maybe it's all in his head and the guy is in your family home for schoolwork and whatnot, but phainon cannot be convinced otherwise. the moment that stranger enters your room he might as well be called cucknon for the rest of his life. as such, he resolves it early by making up all sorts of excuses -- you don't need to do work in your room, you can just do it here in the living room! as your younger brother, he'll even help out! :)
your room was freshly sprayed with bug spray because he saw a cockroach slithering in a few hours ago and he knows how much you hate smelling bug spray, your friend here probably wants to watch something while working, you can't eat dinner in your room sis, etc. he's not backing down -- the only dick you need in your life is his! ><
the moment that stranger fucks off back to irrelevance, phainon's sidling up to your side and mumbling about missing you. he was literally harassing you with himself just minutes ago...? but nevermind that ^^ let him sleep with you tonight, sis. since he kindly did your laundry yesterday, you shrug and agree.
he's always been clingy, just like a dog. when he ruts himself to completion between your thighs that night, he's truly no better than one because in his mind, his cum staining your skin is a sign of ownership coming from him.
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