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I’m honestly a a little confused on how I want the direction of my blog to go. On one hand, I want it to write about a few anime characters but on another hand I want to write about more realistic game characters and TV shows/movies. I feel like the video games can probably be paired with either or depending on how it is.

I would love to do both, but I feel like it has two different audiences. I know interests can definitely overlap but I’m a bit conflicted 😭.

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Obsessed with the idea of toxic! blue lock bfs. Like idk, thinking about how lowkey insane all of them are, it would fit.

I'm frothing at the mouth thinking about how possessive, controlling, and downright mean they would be. Imagine just getting so fed up and wanting to end it, trying to leave before everything implodes on itself. But they just won't let you. They feel you pulling away and immediately do a whole 180. Sweet words and affectionate actions replace their usual sarcasm and mocking words. You question whether or not you're making the right decision. If maybe you were being silly and just overacting before starting the cycle all over again.

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Imagine Professor Price scolding college student reader but she’s so desperate for his approval (and a passing grade).

Think about it. You’re failing his class but instead of them having sex and getting a better grade. It’s just very long, borderline inappropriate tutoring sessions. It’s DEFINITELY crossing some sort of line, but he’s just trying to help so it would be rude to decline. And I mean, you’re not doing anything so, is it that bad?

After official hours are done, he tells you to come to his office and shut the door. Or maybe he would somehow convince you that there’s nothing wrong with a little one-on-one tutoring session at his place. Then it’s just an hour and a half of him sitting dangerously close to you. Bending down close between your neck and shoulder to check your work. Putting his arm around the back of your seat and giving you words of “encouragement” (literally just calling you a good girl. lowering his voice and telling you how smart you are, meanwhile his hand is getting lower and lower…)

Price is nice and all though, but he’s still a Professor first and foremost. He expects some level of success. Will give stern, disappointed looks when you get something wrong… lots of slight scolding. Disproving, almost patronizing words fall from his lips that make you more anxious and embarrassed the more he speaks.

“We worked so hard on this and you’re still confused? You can do better.”

“I thought we are figured this out already. These are the basics. Try again.”

“If you’re not going to take this seriously, then it may be best to rethink a few things going.”

And think about even with all the tutoring sessions you FAIL the next exam. You would be able to feel the disappointment radiating from he as he teaches in your next class session.

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Idea: Ghost taking an opportunity to teach reader not to kick up such as fuss Warning: Implications of noncon/dubcon, aggressive acts towards reader, implied stalker! Ghost

“God, my back is killing me,” you whisper to yourself and stroke your back in a self-soothing manner even though it makes no difference.

Another, grueling 12-hour shift at a job with little pay and you were ready for it to be over with. Another day of angry callers, uncomfortable chairs and an unsatisfying hour lunch. You consciously straighten out your posture while waiting at the nearest bus stop, trying to ignore the slight ache present. All you could think about was heading home and popping open the new bottle of wine you had sitting on your counter. Maybe even watch a cheesy movie or two before letting sleep take you early tonight. 

Looking down and checking the time on your phone, you immediately look back up, hearing the hiss of the bus as it comes to a stop, ready to pick up its next set of passengers. Or, well, just you today. Surprisingly, it’s mostly only you and the random, one-off person sitting on the bench beside you. It’s not uncommon for other people to be present, but there’s barely any recurring characters that you take note of. Or maybe there is, you never really bothered to pay attention. 

You quickly board the bus and mentally praise whatever higher being that it only has one more stop before your location. Something you were always glad for but could have never been more grateful for with your body aches being a constant reminder. 

You sit near the back of the bus noting there’s only three others including the bus driver, nice. Relaxing back into the seat, you gaze outside the window and take in the scenery, content with giving your eyes a bit of rest from staring into a bright computer screen all day. Minutes pass until the bus finally reaches the next stop. You look up just in time to note the tall, looming man donning a black balaclava with a white skull over it. As soon as he stepped in, it was almost as if he managed to take up every bit of space in the vehicle. Jesus. His body had to be the embodiment of one of those Greek soldiers. His muscles showed clearly through his tight shirt, his thighs, massive and big, veiny hands that could probably crush a watermelon with no effort. The pinnacle of physical physique and definitely not someone you want to mess with.

 You quickly look away, adjusting yourself in the seat hoping to avoid contact with the man whose presence quickly made the air in the bus tense. 

He stalks down the walkway of the bus in a slow manner, taking his time, not caring to quickly be seated. The bus driver certainly wouldn’t say anything, him being as equally intimidated by the man as you. Despite it being on a tight schedule, whatever this man had going on simply wasn’t worth the trouble.

 Out of the corner of your eye, you see him turn his head in your direction. Shrinking down in your chair, you cover your eyes with your hand and hope your items in the seat next to you gives him the hint. You almost break your neck doing a double, seeing him clearly beeline towards you before turning your head completely in the opposite direction, praying you didn’t draw any attention to yourself. Of course, that speck of hope quickly fades when you see him standing right next to you, peering down at you with dark eyes. 

He looks down at you for a moment before gruffing down at you. “Gonna’ move that?” The man says slowly with a lazy look in his eyes.

You clear your throat and quickly move your things from the seat and place them on your lap. Sitting down, the man folds his arms together and spreads his legs wide resulting in you scooting over and leaning your knees to the side so as to not touch his. The bus pulls off once more and you mentally scoff, his action agitating you but still noting the fact that this man is well, scary as shit. 

Still, you slightly turn your head, shifting your eyes over to find that he’s staring right back at you with the amount of intensity as a predator eyeing its prey. His head fully turned towards you with not a care in the world, looking right into you. Until finally he looks away and places his arm on the back of the seat. Scrunching your nose you gather your nerves.

“Do…do you need something?” You question carefully saying your words as if he were to pounce on you at any given moment. He slowly shifts his half-lidded eyes towards you and moves his arm from the back of the seat to your knee. You instinctively jerk but barely move, his hand keeping it down and gives you a firm squeeze.

“Jus’ wanted to take a seat next to a pretty thing”, his eyes show no sign of emotion, but you can almost hear a faint lick of amusement in his voice. Mocking you almost. This thought angers you before you give his hand a particularly harsh shove off your knee before you move to get up, not caring if the bus was in motion or not.

 You yelp as you feel the strange man grab your wrists, tugging on it and pulling you down towards him. You fall halfway back into your seat and his lap as you accidentally plant your arm across his thighs so as to not tumble down any further. He grabs the scruff of your neck, holding you in place as he inches down enough for his lips to graze the shell of your ear. Feeling his hot breath on you causes an army of goosebumps to rise on your body while an almost cold shiver runs down your spine. You feel yourself stop breathing for a second until you finally take a gasp of air only now truly registering the position you’re in. 

You open your mouth to scream before he squeezes your neck, digging his fingers into your skin, almost enough to draw blood as the indents from his nails deepen. “I wouldn’ do that if I were you.” You don’t reply and he takes this as an opportunity to continue. “A girl like you shouldn’ be kicking up this much of a fuss in public, seems you need to be taught some manners.”

Opening and closing your mouth, you’re at a loss for words but try your hardest to push them out. “Excuse me? I..I don’t understand. I’m sorry…” Your voice exasperated but weakening to a mere whisper.

“Not too bright are you, Pet? Thas’ fine, we can work on that.” You fearfully look up to finally meet his face and you almost seem to notice the grip on your neck weaken a bit as tears well in your eyes. This is short lived as his grip quickly tightens once more and you shut your eyes and wince. 

“Ple-please if it’s money, you, you can take whatever you want,” you say, your voice shaky and still below a whisper. He slightly shakes his hand in almost a disappointed fashion, like a parent scolding their child. He pulls you back, tourists your back against your seat and leans over to make sure you’re both face-to-face. 

“I don’t think you get it, pet,” he spits out and gives your head a bit of a shake, “But you don't need to.” He finally looks away from you as the bus comes to a stop and your close to home. You could almost cry tears of joy. Almost. He has yet to take his hand off you, still firmly planted on your neck. He suddenly stands up, dragging you with him as you struggle to gather your things.

“What are you doing!” You squeal out, now walking down the aisle of the vehicle. You look around the bus only to find the only other passenger and driver with their heads hanging low as to reduce the chances of meeting your eyes. He harshly shoves you off the bus causing you to almost trip in the process before he takes you right in the direction of your home. The streets were dark and empty, the only lighting available being the dim, flickering streetlights that desperately need fixing. 

The way he easily navigated to your apartment had you reeling in fear with all sorts of thoughts running through your head. You had tried to dig your heels in the concrete earlier but that resulted in the rest of your fight leaving your body as he placed a tight, painful grip through your hair along with a sharp warning glance down at you. As you approached the door of your apartment, you felt him let go and look at you, expectantly. You don’t move and he doesn’t say a word. The only noise coming from the sniffles and heaves you make as fat tears roll down your cheeks.

The man low guttural sound, reminiscent a dog growling before he puts his hand down your purse, taking out your keys and shoving them in your hands. He looks back at you once more before you take the hint and shakily puts the key in, opening the door. He gives you one last harsh shove in the door as he slams it shut behind him. You scramble to gain your composure before moving far back to create a bit of distance between you and the beast before you. He gives you a slight glare, seemingly agitated by your movements. Rolling his neck and letting a resounding pop fill the air he looks back at you before walking forwards. Heavy footsteps feel as though they echo through the room, and you feel as if you can’t move an inch.

Finally, the man whose name is still a mystery to you finally closes in, your ragged breaths and trembling spurring him on. He looks down at you, as if looking at dirt beneath his feet before you hear words that make the world slow around you. Something that causes your body, hot with anxiety and fear, to run cold.

“Think it’s time for you to learn some manners.” 

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Writing Ghost x Reader but I can’t properly type out a British accent.

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Pretty sure I’m just shouting this into the void but I’m drafting an idea for maintenance man ghost and I promise, I’m cooking so hard rn. Pls walk with me here…..

In the meantime though, I’m trying to pop out a short drabble but it’s been so long since I’ve written anything </333

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Thinking about Ghost not even trying to hide the fact that he’s starting right at you. Meanwhile you’re trying hard to avoid eye contact😔😔😔

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Currently thinking about creepy, graveyard worker Ghost spying on an unsuspecting reader who just started mourning the lost of a loved one.

(Think those scenes in horror movies where there’s just some guy staring at the MC with their shady ballcap on while raking leaves or somethin…)

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Kopy ✦ She/Her ✦ 20 ✦ Black ✦ College Student

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This blog will feature dark content such as: Non-con, dub-con, violence, yandere, etc. Proceed with caution.

⤷ Most, if not all, of my works will be x Reader and with afab or gn in mind.

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⤷ I am currently interested in:

➤ Anime: Blue Lock, JJK, Haikyuu, AOT, etc.

➤ Games: RDR2, LaDS, Twisted Wonderland, COD, Genshin, HSR, etc.

⤷ This list is not expansive so feel free to ask for other characters or shows/movies/games and I’ll check it out!

Requests are open so feel free to stop by <333