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suiana · 1 year

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❝I LOVE YOU SO❞

"I'm gonna pack my things and leave you behind"

(gn! reader x yan! villain)

"somehow... I saw this coming, you know? I instinctively knew from the beginning it would be you..."

...

as the world's most feared villain, he vowed to never give his heart to anyone. for it would just make him vulnerable. open to anyone, a victim for pain. he was going to keep to his word, until you waltzed into his life like nothing.

you, the beautiful you, who invaded his heart, stole it like it was nothing. you who made him feel like a changed man. you who made him understand what it was like to love someone more than themself. you who made him feel complete.

you know, he really did love you, he really did. and he still does. he would've given you the world if you asked for it, bend it to his whims if you wanted! he would've done anything for you, his beloved darling.

but he should've expected this, should've expected that it was never real. should've known that you were going to betray him. after all you always gave subtle hints, but he was too blinded by love to notice that. the way you would slighy flinch away when he leaned in for a kiss, the way you would hesitate when he wanted to love you passionately. all the signs were there but he chose to ignore them for he loved you too much to let you go.

so, he had to pay the price, for the crime that you committed. a henious one at that. but he didn't mind, not one bit. because his heart still yearns for you and it always will. you're his cute hero after all, why would he hate you for something like this?

...

he chuckled as blood trickled down from his forehead. he was completely at your mercy as you stared at him with lifeless eyes.

"just kill me now, there's no point in dragging this out."

silence.

"I'm in pain right now, half dead and completely at your mercy. what else do you want?"

the air was tense as you had no reply to his question. he chuckled as he brought a hand to caress your cheek.

"you know, you're still so beautiful even when you're killing me."

you felt your heart breaking as you stared at your lover who had willingly accepted his fate. no, this wasn't what you wanted. I mean, it's what you signed up for but... you've been wanting to drop out of it since the beginning! it's wrong to play with someone's feelings like this! especially because you fell for him at first sight and it only grew from then on.

"you know I've always loved you right? my little hero."

tears came out faster than before as your uncaring facade dropped. with shaky hands you cradled the villain in your arms as his breathing grew shallow. no, you could still fix this... you were a hero for a reason! you'd save him, have him fixed up and you'd just live a quiet life with him in the woods! yes, yes you would! ...so then why was your gut telling you it would never happen?

"you seriously think you can change a thing? baby we both know that... your team is outside, waiting to kill me if I'm still alive."

your grip on him tightened as your tears fell onto his bloodied shirt. he was right, they were right outside, waiting for you to come out with positive news. and if there wasn't, they would be the ones to kill him.

"I won't hate you for this, I love you too much to do that."

you shook your head in refusal as your dying lover wiped your tears away. no, you didn't want this! you wanted to live a quiet life away from the city with him! just like he promised you a few days ago!

you bit your lower lip as you observed his bruised and beaten body. he had just let you beat him up willingly when you showed up unannounced to his door in your battlesuit. with a genuine smile, he knew what you were there for and put up no fight as you beat him half to death before faltering in your hits.

"being with you... is something I've never regretted, even if it resulted in this... I'll always choose to be with you, no matter the outcome. i-"

he coughed out blood in the middle of his sentence as you stared at what you had done to the once glorious villain. the guilt of the act becoming too much for you to handle as you sobbed uncontrollably.

"I'll always love you, okay? even... even if you initially came here with the intention to kill me... you left with feelings for me, right?"

you stared at the pale man as you shakily nodded in between tears. you saw him weakly giving you one of his signature smirks before mumbling a sentence that hurt you more than it should've.

"then that's more than... enough for me. you've won the battle this time baby... so keep your chin up, hm? we're... equal now haha... don't worry, I'll be back for you. I... always will... you're my strong little hero after all... my hero whom I love so much... I promise to give you that wedding and that... life in the woods in our next lives. it's a promise, alright? so make sure to... hit me when you find me again."

he gave you a bright smile before closing his beautiful eyes that would never open again. you felt his body go completely limp as you physically heard your heart shatter into millions of tiny shards. hugging his dead body, you wailed loudly in agony, reality sinking in as you realised what you had just done. giving up your lover for the sake of the world when he would've given up the world for you? what a fucking shit lover you were.

laughing miserably as tears rolled down your cheeks, you knew you could never go back to being the same person you was before. and in the middle of it all, you remembered what he confessed before you brutally beat him up.

"somehow... I saw this coming, you know? I instinctively knew from the beginning it would be you who would kill me. and I'm glad I was right, I wouldn't have it any other way. so give me your all 'kay? I want to go out with a bang!"

the guilt of it all hit you like a bullet train as the hole in your shattered heart ached. you really did just give up your lover for the rest of the world, what an asshole you are. an international hero to the rest of the world but the killer of your one true love... some kind of lover you were, huh? and just yesterday you told him how much you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. what a hypocrite you are, my dearest hero.

#yandere villain x reader #yandere villain #angst #oneshot #i love angst #and betrayal #and murder #😇😇😇

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neopuppy · 4 months

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There’s no denying how hard this year has been, each day feels more and more like a battle. It’s hard to wake up, hard to put a brush through your hair, hard to bother with putting away your laundry. Little things really, they feel meaningless, everything generally feels meaningless.

“Hey, it’s already half past noon and you haven’t eaten anything yet.”

Concern rings between each word, dragging your body to the side to blink your eyes open and peer over to where he stands. There’s those same eyes that droop at the corners, never bright or optimistic anymore. They used to hold a softness, love, adoration, never toward you romantically, but still enough to make you feel special.

You are special to him though, that’s why he’s concerned. Even when he has to look away, maybe because you remind him too much of her. Of the woman you both loved more than anything, the loss you both continue to suffer from.

“Not hungry.” You mutter, pulling your blanket on tighter as soft fabric rubs against your hips and sets off warmth between your chest.

He sighs, head knocking on the door frame. “You know, I won’t let you deteriorate, your mom would—“

“Mom’s not here.” You say, cutting him off. A small pang of guilt hits when he nods solemnly, chin tucked to his chest without looking at you again.

“Fine. Have it your way.” Letting go of your door handle, he shrugs and shakes his head. “I’ll leave my card and cash out on the counter if you change your mind and get hungry later. Have to get ready for work, I’ll be home late so don’t.. worry about me.”

You’d be lying if you said you won’t worry. You always worry. Always fear the thought of receiving a late night call that he didn’t make it, that he’s on his deathbed hooked up to life support leaving his fate in your hands. Instead you nod and barely raise your fingers out of your blanket to wave goodbye.

It’s always the same routine when he has these night shifts. Pester you about eating, about getting some fresh air, doing something productive with your free vacation time, just being a damn nuisance you don’t want to deal with. You have to get through it, act like you don’t care too much, keep up a calm facade despite the anxious way your heart begins to race.

It’s been weeks of planning, trying to figure out what it would take to make your sweet nurturing step-father finally snap.

Jaemin: Swing by to get you tonight around 10?

Yeah. That should be late enough, and from the clues you’ve gathered, you know exactly where to go.

The sound of the shower turning on from the master bedroom alerts your ears, jumping out of bed and into your slippers to tiptoe down the hall and twist your mom’s key through the lock to allow yourself in. It’s lucky you’d found it mixed in with a bunch of her items, making it easy to pocket and hide in case you’d ever need it.

He’s already inside of the shower by the time you’ve rounded the corner and crouched down by the connected bathroom door. It gets steamy, but the glass still clears up enough to take in his long muscular legs, sleek lean back, thick arms curling up to run shampoo through his hair.

It’s different today, having to cover your mouth to hold in your gasp when you spot him leaned back against the wall. His eyes are shut tight, sharp eyebrows furrowed together frustratedly, arm jerking furiously. The fog clears up along the glass with each hit of water, making the view of his large hand stroking up and down his length vividly clear.

To your surprise, he never brings anyone home. Many would consider him to be a young handsome eligible bachelor still, a good career, attractive face, fit body. You certainly wouldn’t be shocked if he decided to start dating again. The sad truth is you often find your step-father still mourning the loss you both took. He cries through the night, wakes up with swollen eyes and dark circles, he plays it off and puts on a smile for your sake but his pain is evident.

It’s hard to watch him struggle. The way he pulls on his cock seems painful, writing his internal guilt with each whimper and groan that squeezes from his tucked in lips. He doesn’t want you to hear him, he doesn’t want to experience pleasure through his pain. Doesn't think he deserves it.

You wonder what brought this on, what set him off enough to finally break the silent celibacy pact you assume he’s held himself accountable to. Today’s different from the way he barely touches his cock whenever washing suds off his body, scrubbing himself clean in such a robotic way without any expression.

Sliding onto your knees, you have to adjust the oversized boxers hanging from your hips, rolling them up tighter to squeeze around your middle. He hasn’t mentioned anything about his underwear going missing yet, hasn’t had the nerve to question you about the different items from his closet that he can’t recall seeing for weeks now. It’d be too weird to suspect his step-daughter of invading his privacy and personal belongings while at work.

Johnny’s always been too nice to ever think you could do anything wrong. Not you, not with the angelic side of yourself you grace him with. It’s almost too easy messing with him, rolling around on his freshly washed sheets when he leaves for work, spraying his cologne on your pillows to feel closer to him.

He won’t say anything even if he notices a familiar print of his underwear peeking out from your pajama bottoms.

“Shit.” You murmur, pushing back on your legs to inconspicuously crawl your way out before he can exit the bathroom. Too fast to sneak out to take in the evident failure pulling his cheeks down into a frown.

Johnny’s lonely, he’s real lonely, and you can fix that. You want to fix that.

A knock rasps down your door minutes later, halting your hand from traveling past the waistband of your stolen boxers after burrowing back inside of your bed. “I’ll be heading out now, if you need anything I’m only a phone call away.”

Staying silent for a moment, you decide to get up and listen at the door for his breathing. Keeping your movements light enough to not make the floor creak as you make your way over. His breath comes out evenly, fingers tapping a couple of times along the doorbed before he lets out a quiet sigh and turns to leave.

It’s better for him to believe that you went back to sleep, lessen any possible suspicion, cover your ass if you ever fuck up and accidentally leave evidence. He’s too good at his job.

The cop car stays parked across the street from your house most days when he’s working a lot, not helping the ongoing joke you hear about how your step-dad does that on purpose to ward away the men who want to date you. For the most part it worked too, living by his rules to focus on your education throughout high school and not waste your time fucking around with teenage boys.

Times have changed though, and with this year long break you both agreed would be best for your mental health, you have gotten bored.

Beyond bored.

Sneaking over to your window, you watch as he takes one last glance back at the house before getting inside of the car. He’s handsome as ever in that stupid pig uniform, the halster cinching his waist in further really accentuating his build.

Jaemin: Your step-dad’s not roaming the streets tonight by chance?

Watching his car drive off you reply with an angel emoji, exclaiming how excited you are to get out.

“I’ll see you later Johnny.”

#WIP #forgot i wrote this part already #will post the pack alpha one later too #😇😇😇

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