Since You Didn't Say No To Yanderes Then Can I Request For WH Donald Na Again?? (I'm In Love With This

Since you didn't say no to yanderes then can I request for WH Donald Na again?? (I'm in love with this young lex cosplay aksjjsnsjs)

It's yandere Donald

(Kinda forbidden love trope)

Sooo his gf is Myles's (Or Ben) little sister and of course. Myles/Ben hates Donald, so when they heard that their sister dating Donald they immediately told her to break up with him bEcAuSe ShE dOnT kNoW wHo DoNaLd ReAlLy iS–

And of course.

Donald doesn't like that news. (I can see this mf would go as far as manipulate Y/N just to be with him)

:D. Thank you <3

but i love you..

cw: yandere, mention of character death, donald is crazyy featuring: yandere!donald na

a/n: hello! tysm for the request, here it is!! idk if i did the whole "manipulator yandere" thing properly 😭😭for this, also i used quotes from "dangerously yours". reader is myles' younger sister, lmk how this is! < 33

"hey, myles. did you hear about (y/n)?" lackey #1 asks. "hear what?" myles responds. "apparently, they're dating donald na.." lackey #1 whispers, looking around. "...what." myles responds, with a shocked expression on his face. "yeah, you didn't know? they're your younger sibling, dude." lackey #2 responds. "fuck... what did they get themselves into.." myles mumbles, pinching his nose bridge. .・。.・゜✭・.

"hey, (y/n).." myles starts, slowly approaching you. "hey..?" you respond, confused by his behaviour. "so.. i heard you got a boyfriend.. donald na.. right?" he continues, trying to calm himself. "oh! uh- yeah.. i was gonna tell you, but we haven't been dating for very long.." you reply, feeling slightly guilty that your brother found out from some third-party and not you.

"listen, (y/n).. i know you probably really like this guy, but you don't want anything to do with him." he says. "what? what are you talking about?" you question. "i mean, you don't know anything about this guy! you don't know what he's like! he's insane!" myles responds, as he raises his voice. "what are you talking about? you want me to break up with him?" you reply angrily, upset at the fact your boyfriend hasn't even met him and already doesn't like him. or so you thought. "yes! i want you to break up with him! he's a complete psycho!" myles shouts.

"you- wh- you can't just ask me to do that! i like him, myles! i want to be with him!" you yell. "you don't know what you want! you know nothing about him! if you like him so much, go ask him about me! ask about the union and where he gets all his money from! ask about what he does when something doesn't go his way! he's a complete maniac!" myles shouts. "fine! then i will!" you say, storming out of your apartment. 'fuck.' myles thinks. 'is this is way of getting back at me? dating my fucking sibling? i swear, i'll kill him.' .・。.・゜✭・.

you run to donald's apartment with tears in your eyes. 'how could he ask that? he hasn't even met him yet!' you think to yourself. 'and what's the union? what does he mean by 'where he gets his money from'? has he met him before? what aren't they telling me?'

as you get lost in thought, you make it to donald's apartment. as if he knew you were coming, he opens the door. "(y/n)? what happened?" he asks, concerned. "donald.." you say, wrapping your arms around him for a hug, leaning into his touch as you let the tears free-fall. "oh.. my dear.." donald sighs, pulling you into the apartment and locking the door behind you. he brings you to the couch and sits you both down, allowing you to cry into his shoulder.

when you calm down, donald brings you a glass of water and soothingly rubs your back. "what happened?" he asks. donald has eyes and ears everywhere, so he got the gist of it. but, he wanted to hear the full story from you. "i got into a fight with my brother, it's nothing." you reply, finishing the water.

after sitting in silence for a bit, you decide it would be a good time to tell him. "donald.." you start. "hm?" "i think we should break up.." you continue. "what?" donald asks, getting serious. "i.. i don't think this is working.." you reply. "wha- what do you mean?.. i love you (y/n), and i believe you love me.." donald says, grabbing your shoulders and slightly squeezing them. "you love me, right?" donald asks, a crazed look in his eyes. "i do, but.." you begin. "but.. it's like myles said, you're keeping too many secrets from me. i know nothing about you." you continue, letting it slip that myles had influenced you to dump him.

oh. so it's myles' fault.

"(y/n).. were you really about to break up with me over that?" donald begins with a laugh. "if you were unsure about something, you could've asked, my dear." he continues. "there's no need to break up over this, don't act crazy. if you asked i would've told you." he finishes. "i.." you start, tearing up. "i'm sorry, donald.. i don't want to break up with you.. i'm sorry.." you apologize, voice cracking. "it's alright.." he says, pulling you into another hug, squeezing you tighter this time. "how about you stay the night? it's the weekend anyways." he asks. "okay.." you respond. .・。.・゜✭・.

after tucking you into his bed, he shuts the light off and leaves the apartment.

"kingsley, where is he?" donald asks, on the phone. "he's at the office. the mok-ha duo brought him here." kingsley responds. "i'll be there in five minutes." donald says, hanging up. .・。.・゜✭・.

"how are you, myles?" donald asks, upon seeing your brother tied up. "what the fuck do you want?" he responds. "hah.. is that anyway to talk to your sibling's boyfriend?" donald asks. "where's (y/n)?" myles responds, suddenly on alert. "they're sleeping." donald responds, taking a seat infront of him. "..what the fuck did you do?" myles questions, visibly upset. "nothing, they came crying to me, got tired, and fell asleep." he replies. "now.. what should i do with you?" he starts. "wh- what are you doing?" myles asks, starting to panic.

donald shuts him up by punching him in the face, over, and over, and over, and over again. "kingsley.." he starts. "..dispose of the body."

grab your ladies if your lady fine !

synopsis: some are a lil confused but they love you a lot and some get things faster than others.

featuring: tr guys.

—doesn't understand at first why you're recording, he just hears "grab your ladies" and does it immediately: ryuguuji ken, kokonoi hajime, haitani rindou, sano shinichiro, kazutora hanemiya, kawata nahoya.

he watched as you set the phone on the kitchen counter while he ate, set the timer before standing next to him looking all excited which he found adorable not gonna lie.

though when the song started, he was a little bit clueless, locking eyes with you as it went "grab your ladies" his hand let go of his spoon and wrapped around your wrist with a hesitant smile, your laugh at how confused he was.

"what?"

"nothing, nothing. at least you passed!"

he didn't know what he passed but he was glad he did and just resumed eating.

—is so clueless you feel bad, then he remembers the song and wraps an arm around your waist: sano manjiro, takemichi hanagaki, atsushi sendo, hanma shuuji, kawata souya.

he's used to you grabbing your phone and recording tiktoks so he didn't really mind when you put your phone in front of you two as you made dinner. he heard the timer then the song started and he was still very much unaware of how you were standing next to him with a fake stern look.

he slowly looked up at the phone only to find you staring at him before slowly facing you with a confused stare.

"yes?"

you groaned as you grabbed your phone, staring up at your boyfriend with furrowed eyebrows.

"so you don't think I'm fine?"

"huh?" he really had no idea what was going on and it was making you feel guilty. he laughed along with you, raising an eyebrow as he tried to put two and two together but still...not yet.

"I have no idea what you're—oh the song!"

at least he got it. a little bit too late, but he got it.

—he grabs your hand and pulls you closer to him, a smile matching yours when he realizes he passed the test: haruchiyo sanzu, matsuno chifuyu, haitani ran, mitsuya takashi, kakucho hitto.

he is one of the people who like making tiktoks with you in the first place so he was excited when you put the phone in front of you two and stared at the camera with a grin.

when the video started, you could see him mouthing "what is this about?" then the song started and he was quick to grab onto the lyrics and pulled you close to him, a big smile adorning his features when he saw how happy you looked.

"did I pass?" he whispered against your lips, brushing his nose against yours before pressing his lips against the corner of your mouth.

you didn't have to answer it, he already knew.

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oranges

gojo knows how to peel oranges

a/n: just something simple inspired by the poem oranges by jean little, i cried the first time i read it, hope you guys enjoy <3

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there was a lot you did for satoru.

you helped ground him, reminded him to drink water, made him food, taught him how to fold clothes and do laundry, showed him all your favorites- from places to eat and videos to play.

you reminded him what love felt like, your tender touches late at night, gentle thumb pads wiping away hot tears, soft whispers and proclamations of love.

satoru always wondered what he did for you.

he didn’t think much of the quality time he’d spend with you, he thought that was a given. he often brushed past the shower of compliments he gave you daily, figuring that was the standard. the little gestures of holding doors open, buying you flowers, remembering your favorite candle scent and buying your shampoo seemed too natural to him for it to be considered and outward act of love.

“you want some oranges?” you asked, looking at him with a smile from the kitchen.

“i could go for some oranges” he replies, getting up from the couch and joining you in the kitchen, taking an orange in his hand.

his thumbs easily tear into through the peel, gently digging his finger and separating it seamlessly from the sweet fruit, continuing his motion until the peel comes completely off, all in one piece.

you on the other hand, are putting too much force into your thumb, your finger piercing straight into the flesh of the fruit, shrieking when the juice gets on your face a bit.

“how do you always peel it so neatly? i have never once been able to” you huff, setting the now punctured Orange on a towel, washing your hands in the sink before drying them off.

“cmon sweetheart it really isn’t that hard!” satoru grins, taking your orange and easily peeling it apart neatly. “you have to do this, and then… get it there and boom!” his smile widening as he stares at you, a pout on your lips and an annoyed look in your eyes.

“yeah yeah mr. ‘I’m so good at everything’” you tease, tasking the orange from his hand and munching on a piece. “they’re sweet today” you smile, putting both your pieces and satoru’s in a bowl, heading back to the couch the two of you were on.

two weeks later the two of you are cooking dinner, reading off the recipe and realizing the dish called for an orange.

“can you hand me an orange?” you ask, turning around and thanking him as he hands it to you. you were determined to not make a mess this time, it’s just an orange after all.

but as gentle as you were, the peel wouldn’t budge, and the little force you applied proved to be just a little too much as your fingers pierced through the flesh again. you groaned in frustrations satoru already taking it from his hands, a smile on his face as he so easily peeled it.

“coulda just asked” he hums, handing you the orange, you’re glaring at him, giggling when he misses your nose.

“thank you angel boy,” you mumble, chopping the orange and adding it in.

one year later you’re sitting together in a grassy field, the wild blowing past the two of you, your laughter and love filled gazes scattered in the wind.

“i got some oranges from the market today!” you grin, taking them out of the wicker basket and showing them to your snowy haired lover. “you owe me breakfast in bed if i can finally peel this damn citrus fruit” you wager, satoru easily sitting back, a small smirk on his face as he nodded.

“I’ll do so breakfast in bed for a month if you peel it in one piece” your eyes widen at his proposition, nodding before looking at the fruit in your hands.

it’s only ten seconds later that you’re throwing yourself back, saying the fruit was obviously defective because ‘there’s no way the peel was that easy to cut through!’

satoru takes the oranges from you, peeling them perfectly and separating them into neat sections.

“I’m glad i have you to peel my citrus” you smile one night, taking the mandarin slices from his hand and humming in delight as the sweet taste hits your tastebuds.

“I’ll always peel your oranges for you” he replies, voice soft, his blue eyes seem a little lighter and his face a bit more relaxed as he looks at you.

it’s been years since then, and you never learned to peel oranges, the times you’d attempt to, juice would get everywhere and the peel coming off in chunks, the aftermath looked like an orange massacre.

satoru’s heart flutters when he sees the citrus fruit, knowing you’ll hand it to him, for him to peel for you. he knows you’ll always ask him to do this for you.

satoru is grateful everyday that you can’t peel oranges, because with the boundless things you do for him, he knows this is the one thing he’ll always be able to do for you.

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the last person you expect to patch you up is gojo satoru, so why are you knocking on his door?

a/n: hi friends! i hope you enjoy this :] im not sure if i like it very much but I’ll let u guys pick it apart and decide if i should be run off the app or not :P please let me know what u guys think !!

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you’re hesitant to knock on the door you’re facing, one arm squeezing your middle and the other holding you up against the wall. you’re sure you looked like we’re about to die, but still you could help but feel like death was a better option than knocking on gojo satoru’s door at 2 in the morning.

the stinging in your side leaves you no choice, lifting your hand and knocking three times. every passing second seems eternal and you almost want to just walk away and head to campus, hoping you make it until morning.

the door swings open, satoru looks at you with wide eyes and messy hair. he looks so normal, you think, taking in his appearance of sweatpants and a t shirt he must’ve thrown on seconds before.

“what the fuck happened to you?” he breathes out, not hesitating to pick you up, carrying you to his restroom and flicking the light on. if you were any more lucid you might’ve caught the genuine concern in his voice and the pounding heart in his chest.

“think the higher ups hate me” you manage to chuckle out, sucking in a sharp breathe when you try to sit up on your own.

satoru is quick to help you up, large hands gently handling you. his brows are furrowed as he looks at the state you’re in.

“why didn’t you call up shoko or go to campus or- literally anything else?!” he scold you, his voice is a higher pitch than you’re used to, he’s running his hands through his hair, tugging slightly before sighing deeply and calming himself down.

“didn’t wanna bother ‘em” you say, voice small. gojo knows in his mind you of all people could never be a bother, especially when shoko absolutely loves you.

“can i take this off?” he asks softly, tugging at your uniform top. you nod weakly, letting him work the fabric off you gently, sucking his teeth when he sees the gash on your side.

“that bad huh?” you laugh, there’s a beat of silence that you find unbearable. your eyes are heavy and the only way you can muster staying awake is by talking, words leaving your mouth without even thinking, “not gonna tell me ‘I’ve had worse’ or ‘this is nothing’ ?”

satoru only brings himself to snicker, “you’re about to pass out and you still wanna bicker with me.”

“to be fair it’s always you starting shit” you chuckle, hissing when he starts cleaning your wound. satoru mumbles a small ‘sorry’ before continuing.

you weren’t completely wrong, satoru always loved seeing you riled up. he loved watching the way the fire ignited behind your eyes when you shot something back at satoru, he loved watching your nose scrunch up when he said something stupid, he loved how you’d fight back smiles when he disrespected some asshole higher up.

“yeah, yeah, you're always saying that” he smiles, finishing up whatever he could on your side before moving to the cuts on your face.

you were still as he gently dabbed the wipes on your face, the slight stinging feeling was the last thing on your mind. the smell of his body wash was muddling your thoughts, the way his fingertips brushed against your skin gave you goosebumps.

“who sent you on the mission?” his voice was no longer playful and light. there was an edge to his voice as he spoke, and you couldn’t stop the chills that ran down your spine.

the only thing you could muster was a small shrug of your shoulders.

“it was the higher ups from last time, wasn’t it? the one you stood up to?” his voice is threatening and low, blue eyes boring into you as you tried to avoid eye contact.

“y/n, look at me” the stern tone left no room for protest, looking at him and gulping. you nodded your head, whispering a small ‘yeah.’ satoru mumbled something you couldn’t hear, his jaw clenched and hands shaking slightly.

“I’m going to kill them” he spat, taking a step back before look at you again, the sight filling him with even more rage.

“didn’t you say that wouldn’t change anything?” you stated, sitting up as best you could, trying your best to hide the pain you felt from the sudden movement.

satoru ignored your words, already making a move to head out of the bathroom door, but your voice stopped him.

“don’t- i don’t wanna be alone” you whispered, eyes watering a bit as the reality of the situation hit you all at once. “i just- nevermind” you laughed dryly, hissing as you pushed yourself off the countertop and stood.

satoru was immediately at your side holding you up, “what are you-” your words cut him off before he could finish.

“I’m gonna go home, don’t wanna bother you more than i have” you smiled, eyes still a bit teary. you’re brain doesn’t process what’s happening fast enough, only realizing what’s happening a couple seconds later when satoru’s arms are wrapped around your body.

“you aren’t going anywhere” he mumbles against the top of your head, squeezing you gently.

the warmth of his body is enough to comfort you, muscles relaxing and letting your tears spill against his chest.

“why?” you whisper, the question causing satoru to tense up against you. “why do you care so much?”

his thoughts stop for a second, the only thing on his mind is you. the way you’re looking at him in a way you never have before, with an emotion he can’t place. he can only think of one thing.

“isn’t it obvious?” he replies, voice soft, his cheeks heating up and ears burning. he’s trying to hide the slight tremble of his hands as he caressed your cheek softly, thumb wiping away a stray tear.

“only obvious thing about you is your ego” you smile, laughing a bit between sniffles as satoru gasps at you.

“and you say i start things?” he giggles, picking you up softly before leading you to his bedroom. the two of you in a comfortable silence as he looks through his drawers, handing you one of his shirts and shorts for you to change into.

“you can drop me off at home-” you begin but satoru is quick to speak over you.

“I’ll sleep on the couch, there’s some toothbrushes in the top drawer under the sink,” he says, continuing to list off any other items you’d need and where to find them.

it’s ten minutes later and you’re laying in the large bed, staring at the ceiling when you find the energy to walk into the hallway, peeking around the corner and into the living room.

satoru smiled at you, the bright tv lights illuminating his figure, “cant sleep?” he asks. you nod your head, slowly making your way towards him. “c’mere” he says softly, gently moving you when you sit on the couch, letting you cuddle into his side until you were comfortable.

between the exhaustion and the comfort of satoru’s fingers running along your arm you were sound asleep in a matter of minutes (10, satoru was counting). he placed a feathery kiss to the top of you head, shifting to pick you up, carrying you to his bed and tucking you in, slipping besides you before facing the opposite direction.

you stirred a bit, mumbling something and causing satoru to turn, “y/n?” he whispered. you seemed to gravitate towards him, one of your arms finding him and tugging his shirt, making him come closer to you. still asleep, you nuzzled yourself against him, sighing softly before stilling again.

satoru draped his arm around you, keeping you close before letting his eyes shut. for tonight, he won’t think about the thing he’ll say and do to the higher ups who sent you on that mission as punishment.

instead he’ll hold you close, keeping you safe and making sure you’re well enough to argue on any and every thing possible. he’ll make you breakfast tomorrow and ask if you feel the same for him. he’ll rush you to shoko so he can kiss you with as much passion and fervor as he’s imagined since the time you almost beat him in an argument.

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Seong Taehoon x Reader: Happy Birthday! (feat Hansu)

G/N. Fluffy and a lil cracky. For @razypie informing us it's this dickhead's bday.

Taehoon blinks at the scene before him. This... this was not what he expected to come home to.

Sweat clinging to your skin and you in a skimpy top, giggling with his dad like you're both the best of friends, Hansu peering down at you fondly.

Standing a bit too close for comfort. Nudging him with your elbows like you're both in on a joke Taehoon is definitely not a part of.

You've made comments about his dad being a DILF before. About how good looking he is-

No. Fuck no. This is not that sort of scene. This is not his life.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Taehoon's voice alerts you to his presence, snapping you both out of your conversation. You both turn to him with matching guilty expressions, the easy atmosphere from seconds ago completely gone.

"Son," Hansu sounds uncertain, "You're back early."

Back early?! What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Seriously. What the fuck-"

"Hold on, assho- Taehoon," You change your wording in the nick of time. It is his birthday after all.

Your boyfriend stares incredulously at you. Don't think he didn't catch on to your insult.

"Just..." you stride over to Taehoon, giving him a kiss on the cheek as a way of greeting (which he stubbornly does not lean down to make it any easier for you), pushing him out of the kitchen and towards the sofa. "We won't be long."

How dare you manhandle Taehoon. How dare you push him about in his own home

Fine. Fucking fine.

He plops down on the sofa. Scowl on his face and arms folded tight. Eyes glued to you and Hansu still visible through the doorway.

He sits and stares. Stares and sits. Five minutes pass. Then ten.

What sort of fucking birthday is this? Taehoon wonders if he's too old for a tantrum. But that's exactly what you and his dad deserve. You get him at his brattiest worst for ignoring him.

As Taehoon makes up his mind and about to leap over and give you two a piece of his mind-

You come out holding a wooden tray with dishes precariously balanced.

Fried eggs. Kimchi Stew. Fried Rice. Grilled Spam. Gukbap. All his favourites.

Oh. Right. This would have taken ages. This is what you two have been preparing. He's been too blinded by his annoyance to even notice the cooking.

Hansu follows shortly afterwards with a cake.

"Dad and I have been slaving in the kitchen for you, you ungrateful brat," you grin, no bite in your words and giving Taehoon's knee a fond squeeze.

(Both men twitch at you referring to Hansu as dad. No matter how many times, it still catches them both off guard.

And it's only thanks to a lifetime of training that Hansu doesn't drop the cake.)

"Happy Birthday!" you and Hansu say in unison.

Taehoon swallows down the lump in his throat. Anger he's used to. This- this he is not. His nostrils absolutely do not burn, his eyes do not sting.

His voice also doesn't crack when he says,

"...Thanks."

tr men vs kids !

synopsis: do they approve of them or not?

featuring: tokyorev men.

note: let's start ramadan with a BANG.

—looks like they want kids, they don't want kids : naoto tachibana, chifuyu matsuno, ran haitani, kawata nahoya, kazutora hanemiya, seishu inui.

don't get him wrong, he loves kids so much he thinks they're super adorable with their tiny hands and squishy cheeks but a baby of his own? no. he believes you can just simply enjoy them from afar without having one. you'd have to talk to him about referring to babies like that because it sounds a bit disrespectful and honestly? he doesn't care :D

—looks like they want kids, they do actually want kids: mitsuya takashi, shinichiro sano, keizo arashi, takemichi hanagaki, atsushi sendo.

the pure euphoria that he gets from having a baby in his arms is cute to be honest. he's the happiest when a baby is giggling at him outside or doing grabby hands towards him and the thought of a baby of his own with you makes his heart swell with happiness. he's always envisioned a happy family with you where a baby in your belly is the only thing he would worry about. god bless him.

—looks like they don't want want kids, they don't want kids : sano manjiro, izana kurokawa, hanma shuji, kisaki tetta, sanzu haruchiyo, haitani rindou, kawata souya, hakkai shiba (this category is way too crowded).

it's simple, they annoy him. he believes babies are the reincarnation of the devil with those loud screams and whiny voices and annoying behavior. he thinks babies are too needy as well i mean, you're able to stand up on your own why do you demand so much? you want mommy you want milk you want to be held you want to be comforted—he believes he needs those before a baby could. him and babies are enemies.

—looks like they don't want kids, they would die for a kid: ryuguuji ken, wakasa imaushi, taiju shiba, takeomi akashi.

he blames it on his resting bitch face. he says he doesn't mind that kids are scared of him because that means less headaches for him but in reality, his heart hurts a little when he sees a baby cry outside after seeing him. he didn't mean to scare the little angel away, he just wanted to play. when he sees a baby outside smiling at him he would actually feel like crying—this made him want a baby of his own even more.

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