could you do some of your yanderes reacting to their darling maybe suddenly asking them when the two of them will break up? and then when asked what darling means, she tells them that actually she thought they were jokingly dating her and that they'll break up with her after they get bored? kinda got inspired by the other ask thats similar to this one
a/n: another ask that's been inspired by the other post hehe! i really love this idea becos of the angst potential, tbh. thank you so muh for the wonderful request and i hope i did your idea justice
warning: female reader as requested, very yandere, reader is colorblind and can't see red flags, mentions of eun-jeong somnophilia? or something like that, non-sexual nudity in mel's, descriptions of a panic attack in yeong-bae's
You had been pondering over what to do for a few weeks now.
You'd started dating your partner almost a year ago and, so far, you'd been extremely happy. In fact, everything felt like it'd been going absolutely perfectly! Your partner has been so attentive and sweet and kind that, honestly, there was nothing else you could've asked for!
Therein laid the problem.
You didn't know what to do about the fact that you were starting to fall in love with your partner.
When they had asked you out, it was something of a casual thing, nothing too serious. In fact, they had asked you out as a means to alleviate their boredom!
You'd been in love with them for so long that you had readily agreed, anything to be able to stand by their side.
Now, you knew, that had been a mistake. Now, you knew, you had to end this before you grew even more attached.
ayaka yamato ★ profile
Ayaka stared at you dumbfounded, her doe eyes wide and her lips slightly parted as the thoughts in her mind zoomed at a million miles an hour.
She felt an irritation--an anger--bubble in her chest and she so desperately wanted to lash out, wanted to scream and cry and throw something. Instead, she breathed through it and grabbed your forearm.
"What do you mean you're breaking up with me?" She asked through gritted teeth, her nails just barely digging into you.
Your eyes watered a little but not because of her obvious fury. The feelings you'd had for so long, that you'd bottled up for so long, felt like they'd burst in you, making it a bit hard to keep your composure.
"I-I just don't think this relationship is g-good for us." You finally warbled out, eyes still wet and fists clenching as you tried your hardest to at least keep some of your dignity.
Ayaka quickly scoffed but her mind was still reeling.
Was it her clinginess? Had you finally realised how poisonously possessive she was?
You had always just smiled at her so gently when she screeched at you not to hang out with others or patted her head when she'd drag you back into your room so nobody else could set eyes on you.
She knew you had taken all of her red flags way too easily! Now, the other shoe had dropped and she didn't know what to do.
"I can't let you." She finally spoke up and the way she stared at you made you feel less like she was staring at you and more like she was staring through you. "I won't let you leave."
"I love you. I love you so much." Ayaka hugged your arm to her chest and glanced in the direction of your room, her voice a soft mutter as if she was mostly talking to herself "I'll just keep you in your room, hmm? I'll keep you there, lock you there, until you come to your senses."
"I"ll keep you here until you realise just how serious I am about you."
That was when Ayaka glanced back at you and saw the fat tears falling down your cheeks. The way you looked at her-- It made something in her break, made her cry a little bit too, her glasses fogging up from the heat of her tears.
She wouldn't waver in the face of your crying. She just wouldn't. She'd do exactly as she said and there was no way of convincing her otherwise--
Suddenly, you'd engulfed her in a tight hug, your wet face nuzzling into her neck, dampening a bit of the collar of her shirt.
"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I-I wanted to break up with you-- because! I thought-- I thought you didn't really love me!" You'd cried out, your voice muffled against her throat "I-I didn't realise you'd b-been serious ab-about dating me..."
For a second, Ayaka's entire body felt numb. Then, like it was second nature, she mindlessly wrapped her arms around you, clutching you to her like if she'd let go you would disappear in front of her very eyes.
"Idiot. Stupid. Moron. What the fuck." She sighed, her own measly tears falling down her makeup covered cheeks "Don't scare me like that."
Then she pulled away and wiped her tears on the sleeves of her cardigan, her eyeliner smudging. Surprisingly, it didn't feel like it mattered at all.
She took your hands into hers and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, her lips all sticky sweet from her lip gloss
"I'll make sure to show you exactly how much I love you from now on, so your cute but thick stupid head doesn't forget, okay?"
eun-jeong yoo ★ profile
Eun-jeong felt his entire world crumble around him. It felt like the floor beneath him fell away to reveal nothingness, like he was about to be swept straight into Hell without even a second to react.
And wasn’t that what he deserved? Didn’t he deserve to go to Hell for how he felt about you?
You finally figured out all of his disgusting feelings, the darkness that ate away inside him, the dirt and decay that hung from his fingers. And now, you didn’t want him near you anymore. You didn’t want this monster loving you anymore.
“Puppy.” He finally pried the word out of his mouth and, like a cork screw on a Champagne bottle, the rest of the words seemed to rush out “I don’t understand. I thought we had such a good relationship. I thought I made you happy.”
He recalled every moment with you, tried to remember if he’d ever let his darker desires slip through. Had you seen the shrine he’d erected for you in the deep recesses of his closet? Had you realized that your boss’ heart-attack had been anything but natural? Had you heard him late at night, watching you?
“Yes, you’ve made me so very happy, Jeongie.” You answered haltingly and he hung on to every syllable that fell from your lips “However, this relationship isn’t good. I-I can’t stay in it any longer or else it’ll get harder to leave.”
Something pinged in his head once he’d heard what you said.
You couldn’t stay longer or else it would get harder to leave. Did that mean that you had grown attached to him? Was there some part of you that was in love with him, just like he was in love with you? Then, if he made you stay longer and longer, would you just love him more and more?
His willowy fingers wrapped around your wrist, his grip gentle but strong “Then, I can’t let you leave.”
You looked up at him, bewildered and cute, and he couldn’t help but take a step closer to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck and his lips finding their way to your forehead.
“I love you so much, puppy.” He muttered against your skin before he suddenly pulled you to his chest, pressing your cheek against his collar bone “I can’t let you leave. Not when I love you this much.”
He felt you take a gasp of air, wet and haggard. Immediately, he felt a crumpling sort of self-hatred fill his chest. You were crying now. He’d scared you, made you cry, and it was all because of these wretched feelings.
Suddenly, almost tentatively, he felt you wrap your arms around his torso.
“I-I thought— I thought maybe you wer-weren’t serious about a-all of this.” You’d whimpered out, obviously still tearing up “B-But I’ve always loved you so much, Jeongie, and I-I didn’t want to be in this relationship i-if you didn’t want to take it seriously—”
Eun-jeong had heard enough. He softly shushed you, tears also threatening to sting his eyes but he held it all back.
He pressed another kiss against you—this time, on the crown of your head—before sighing in relief “Oh, puppy, I’m so sorry I haven’t been making it obvious enough. But I do love you and I am serious about this relationship.”
“I don’t think I can love anyone after you, puppy, so please, don’t ever leave me.” Eun-jeong pulled away from you enough to get on both of his knees, his hands suddenly grasping yours so that he could press soft kisses against the backs of them “I love you more than anyone could ever love anyone else, I swear it.”
The dark look in his eyes convinced you that there was no way he was lying.
mel lowell ★ profile
Mel had been chipper when you approached him, your body language mimicking a frightened gazelle. You’d claimed that you needed to talk to him about something and he quickly agreed to listen.
Even after, when you’d dropped the heaviest bomb he’d ever felt in his life, that same chipper expression stayed on his face.
In fact, he even chuckled. Though, you had to admit, it was a dry sort of chuckle, the kind that wasn’t at all because he was amused. There was something dark behind that chuckle, something you didn’t recognize.
Mel, on the other hand, knew that this moment would’ve come eventually. He knew that he and his partners weren’t exactly conventional, knew that taking them as your lovers was a hard pill to swallow. Still, he had thought you’d adapted into the pack well.
That just showed him that he should never let his guard down, hm?
It didn’t matter if you found them to be too monstrous; it didn’t matter if you couldn’t love them as both man and wolf, that you’d thought them too possessive, that perhaps they had ended up scaring you with the way they were.
Wolves mated for life. That was all there was to it.
“Puppy, you’re so silly.” Mel took a step closer to you, his fingers suddenly ghosting over the top of your breast, close to the middle, right above where your heart would be.
Even though it’d been almost a year since he’d bitten you there, all hard and bloody, you still felt a tingle of something as he trailed his fingers there, almost as if tracing it.
“Do you remember when I’d given you that bite?” He smiled fondly as if recalling the memory and, when you’d slowly nodded your head “I gave you that bite because I love you, baby.”
“It’s all scarred, isn’t it?” He then asked, that chipper expression of his turning into something more and more, something twisted. Then, without warning, he’d grabbed the collar of your shirt “Take it off.”
You couldn’t help but be a little flabbergasted. You didn’t understand how your breakup with him inexplicably turned to this but, in the face of his serious tone, you couldn’t help but follow.
Mel smiled at your obedience before stepping even closer, his thumb tracing the raised scar peeking just out of your bra. This was the same scar his teeth had left, the same scar he’d used to mark you as his.
Just as he did that, he leaned a bit closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear “If you really want to stop being mine, puppy, you need to care this out. Because as long as you have this, you’re mine.”
“Just like I’m yours, hmm?” His tone returned to his usual, lighter and happier, as he brushed a fleeting kiss against your temple.
Almost haltingly, you nodded.
He was grateful for that “Where did this all come from anyway?”
That was when he finally properly looked at you and his heart instantly melted. You stood there, soft pout across your lips, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.
You looked like a chastised little kid and Mel knew that there was nothing he could do. After all, anyone would cry when they found out exactly what they got themselves into.
However, you immediately surprised him when you turned your head up to look at him, your body almost arching as if desperate to be close, to curve your body to mirror his.
“I’m sorry. I-I thought— I thought you weren’t that s-serious ab-about being with me a-and I kept falling de-deeper and deeper and—” You’d whimpered and sniffled, all pathetic but still so very pretty.
Mel laughed and this time, it was boisterous, loud, his arms wrapping around your waist “Oh, puppy, you really are so very silly.”
yeong-bae kigal ★ profile
“Ah.” The small little punched out sound left Yeong-bae suddenly, like they couldn’t control it, like someone really had just absolutely gut punched it right out of them.
And it did certainly feel that way. They felt like they couldn’t breathe, like it was hard to get air into their lungs, and their stomach was slithering into knots and their chest ached something awful.
Still, despite the turmoil they felt, you stood there, firm in your decision.
Yeong-bae’s golden eyes darted every which way as their brain scrambled for an explanation, for an answer.
Had you figured out they’d put cameras in your room? But you’d loved when they filmed you with their professional camera before. Was it because they’d scared all your friends way? But you’d said they were the only one you needed, that they were the only one you truly wanted in your life.
Was it something else? Had they done something? They didn’t understand.
“C-Can you tell me what I’ve done?” They finally managed to get the words out, their tongue feeling heavy and numb in their mouth “C-Can I fix it?”
You just looked down at your hands gravely “It— It’s not really anything you’ve done, Yeongie, s-so there’s not really anything to fix.”
There was nothing to fix. There was nothing they could do. The words echoed a little in their mind before, finally, painfully, registering.
Suddenly, the little air they’d been able to breathe before vanished and, so agonizingly, they started being unable to get even a gulp of air in. Their vision swam and, almost alarmingly, they could hear the way their heart beat in their ears, their face turning awfully hot, their entire body crumpling to the ground.
They would lose you. They would lose you and there was nothing to do because you’d go— The greatest thing they’d been able to have and they’d messed it up.
“Yeongie!” Your voice felt like you were talking to him through a wall or, maybe, through water. Everything seemed so far away “Yeongie, please, wait— You need to calm down. Tell me three things in this room.”
You were grounding him. Yes, yes, that’s what he needed. His eyes snapped to you and he noted your teary eyes, the way your wet lips seemed to twist into a pretty frown, the way your hands clutched at him.
As he took more and more of you in, he felt himself slowly but surely calm down. It still hurt to breathe but he could at least get the air. Now, at least, he was able to be in the moment, to be grounded.
Except he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to exist in a world where you weren’t with him, where you didn’t love him.
“Please.” He took you by the forearms, his eyes wide and desperate in a way you’d only seen hints of before “Please, I can’t lose you, darling. I can’t. I can’t. You can’t leave me. I love you.”
The tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes finally fell and you looked at him like you couldn’t truly believe what was happening in front of you “Really?”
He nodded hastily before, suddenly, kissing you. The kiss was messy and frenzied and wet from both your tears. Usually, Yeong-bae was so very gentle and sweet but this kiss was anything but. He kissed you like a starving man, all tongue and teeth and desperation.
When he finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, worried it wasn’t enough to convince you. If you weren’t convinced, he’d just have to keep you, find somewhere far away to stow you—
Before he could finish that thought, you’d laughed softly and leaned against him “I’m— I’m so sorry, Yeongie, I-I had thought— I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry, I was just falling so in love with you and I didn’t want to stay where my feelings weren’t requited.”
Yeong-bae nodded “But I do love you.”
He’d finish that thought later. Just in case.
