bae04xx

[bae04xx]

mentions of self harm, angst, toxic, dark, yandere

also not proof read lol

dazai leaving the port mafia was simultaneously the best thing and worst thing that i had ever experienced.

when i thought of dazai, memories corrupted my brain like mould growing onto the walls of an abandoned house, spreading it’s diseased spores onto any of the pristine, cream surface it could find- tainting it forever. he was a sick, deranged man. someone who death followed his every move, trailing so closely behind him that it nipped at his own heels. his mind was a complex place, something that couldn’t be deciphered by even the most intelligent scholars, no amount of studying could ever lead you any closer to the enigma that was dazai. any attempts at understanding him would just leave you running in circles, breathless and disoriented; while he stood proud as always, the same prideful smirk on his face as he watched you fall further into insanity.

my first introduction with dazai left me feeling more confused than i ever recalled being, blissfully unaware that this would be the beginning of my end. i watched him from chuuya’s side, as he spoke in what felt like tongues, every word precise and calculated as chuuya and him battled it out. the first words i had said to him forever engrained in my mind- when the brunette man, who i now wished had remained a stranger, had restrained chuuya i ran to his side.

“let go of him- please!” i screamed, a guttural sound emerging from my mouth as chuuya struggled, his ability failing him. i looked up at dazai, genuine fear coursing through my body, the emotion shuddering down every nerve inside of me as i watched the boy i admired so dearly be at a disadvantage. fear was an ugly emotion, it was associated with weakness, the very thing i strived so hard to overcome. i had been running from fear my whole life, constantly dodging any attack from the feeling as my bleeding feet dragged me over the broken glass of the city’s pavement- my world was a constant marathon, forever escaping my worst fear which was quickly catching up to me. i wouldn’t be weak.

“aw, how sweet,” his voice was thick, sultry as i watched his deep brown eyes observe me, like a predator to prey. i could feel his stare enclosing on me, leaving me incapable of my eyes moving away from his own, stuck captured in that dark, endless void of his. the intense emotion that radiated off of me felt like a full course meal to dazai, and he was a starving man. to be as successful as dazai was, came with it’s price. he was lifeless, emotions were just an accessory he decorated himself with when appropriate. his mind didn’t brim with worry just as mine did, his mind wasn’t constantly racing just as mine did, his eyes didn’t swirl with that hope i held so dearly. and that captivated him. the life that seeped out of me, was something he could never truly have himself, his soul wasn’t radiating light- in fact it was was the opposite, a bottomless black hole, sallowing any sort of life he could get his hands on. the stark contrast between dazai and i drew him ever so interested to me.

his stare made me feel at a complete unease, like i was inches away from being eaten alive, bones and all, my ripe flesh only created to be torn by dazai’s jaded teeth, my heart made to be held so tightly that the life i held was to be squeezed out, gushing all over him in a violent show of love. because dazai couldn’t love, he wasn’t capable. he wanted to own, watch me cower beneath him, submit myself to him as he tried to take my soul for his own.

and so the chase began.

i followed chuuya into the port mafia, after all he was all i had. having been recruited into the sheep by him, he saw me for my potential, and i would forever be in his debt for that. i wasn’t as strong as chuuya, in fact no where near, my ability allowed me to teleport, whether that be me, or others, or items. while i could be of use to the mafia, i would be no good in violent matters unless trained. so dazai volunteered.

dazai was completely enraptured by me. i was like nothing he had ever encountered before, to him it was as though he was in a zoo- watching a wild animal behind thick layers of glass, desperate to break the barriers and take it for himself. my mind hadn’t grown bitter by life’s harsh blows, nor soured like aged milk in a sunny day. i was bright, bursting with the element of life as it radiated off of my figure like the moon- a singular bright light, gleaming into the ever growing darkness of the night sky, revealing the beauty of the stars that hid under the cloak of black. dazai wanted to be star, he yearned to be a star. chuuya got to be a star, admired and honoured by me, held in the most prestigious regard in my heart. he wanted it to be his turn.

i took notice of dazai’s treatment of me, how it opposed the way he was with akutagawa. he was so soft with me, so gentle- yet while he was training akutagawa, he acted as though he was a devil living amoung humans, camouflaged by flesh and blood, with each hard blow and harsh comment his mask came closer to peeling off, revealing the monster beneath. but when his gaze met mine, the costume seemed to build its way back up with such haste that it was almost like it had never had a crack in it.

i had never expected training with dazai, one of the most feared men in yokohama, a port mafia executive, a cold blooded killer, to feel so right. his soft lingering touches made my heart swell in all the best places. butterflies grew in my stomach with every warmth breathe that fanned against the skin of my neck, his longing stares that made the blush so easily coat my cheeks. not once did he hurt me, despite how he was supposed to be training me in fighting, he never laid a harmful finger on me- only leaning my body into the correct positions, his hands roaming my skin as he corrected my stance so carefully.

“y/n, arms up, tense for me,” his body was pressed against my back, feeling his budge nudging against the curve of my ass, his head rested in the crook of my neck as he lifted my arms into a fighting stance- everything about it was so erotic, so addicting. to me, this was love, the blossom of the heart’s leading emotion beginning to bloom, as i prepared for it to flower into a gorgeous rose- dazai taking his rightful place in my heart. but to dazai, this was obsession, this was him, determined to take the thing he was desperate for, life. he wanted to feel the life that seeped out of me, take my soul and carve it out of me, keeping my flesh for his own personal use- and merge our hearts together, he needed to feel, and that meant taking me for himself because that would be the closest he could ever get to that.

“of course, dazai,” my voice is breathless as i attempt to clear my mind of dazai, the thoughts shooting straight down to my already gushing core. i know dazai can sense this, from the smirk that i feel pressing against my skin, his teeth nipping at my skin softly, sending a sigh echoing out of my mouth.

“i think you’re too distracted to carry on training, belladonna,” his sultry voice remarks in my ear, removing his hands from my wrists to my waist, his fingertips clawing at the plush of my skin. if he had his way he would rip the organ that coated my muscles off there and then, snapping my bones as he searched my corpse for any remaining light that burst from me.

“how about we call it quits for today, hm?”

“yes.. please.” i managed to drawl out, my eyes glazing over as i lost myself to my thoughts, mind corrupted by a mixture of love and lust that swarmed inside of me.

that night had changed the course of my life, eternally claiming me as dazai’s property. from then on, i was no longer the lost puppy i had been, but now groomed and trained into being his loyal lap dog. no touch was ever enough for him, he had gotten addicted to the sensation of my skin, the pheromones that clung to me, the way my eyes gleamed with admiration when i looked up at him, inflating his ego with every breath i took. i lived to serve, his manipulation breaking through the tough bone of my skull, infecting my brain with every charming word that seeped from him, clouding my thoughts with dazai, and dazai only. the respect i had once held for chuuya had diminished over the course of me and dazai’s paths intertwining, having been convinced that dazai was the only person i needed- he was my god, and i was a loyal worshipper willing to kiss every inch of his heavenly form, like a lost soul searching for redemption. dazai wanted us to be one singular form, one being with the mixture of two souls- my endless care for him made his ego only inflate ten fold.

the closest he had ever felt to me was when i ran the silver blade against my angelic skin, untainted by any wounds or scarring, just pure, just like me. watching the crimson liquid that leaked out of the knife’s wake made his mouth water, the strained whimpers that escaped my mouth giving him a rush of pleasure. he ran his fingertips against the fresh wound, digging them deeply into the muscles that were usually protected, an animal like sound emerging from my lips, eyes wide as my nerves felt like there were on fire, signalling to my brain that danger was present- that i needed to escape. but dazai would never do anything to hurt me? he loved me? this was all apart of his love, his suffocating, endless love. he returned the favour, leaving fresh cuts on his on wrists after his fingers left my body, a crazed smile marking his face as he watched our blood intertwine, mixing and confirming us as one being. we bled the same, even our bodily fluids couldn’t avoid each other, attracted to us the same way our brains forced us together. we were meant to be, in every aspect possible.

my original role in the port mafia had now been long forgotten. it had faded away right before my eyes, and i hadn’t even realised, too consumed by dazai’s love to focus on anything but him. my heart belonged to him, it might’ve well had his name carved into it, each valve only coughed out blood so i could continue to serve him, he was my purpose. he was slowly stripping the life he had longed for from me, slowly but surely, he was coming close to taking my essence as his own. yet he felt no different, as he watched the light fade from me, it hadn’t changed him- he didn’t experience the joy he had been awaiting, only the same dark void he had always been captured in. every passing minute i spent with dazai was bliss, every callous word, every charming apology, every possessive touch- comforted my lost mind, slowly slipping away into dazai’s lifeless black hole. i was an addict, chasing the high of love. i searched for dazai’s approval, the run made me insane- but at least i was running for a different reason. no longer was i escaping weakness, i now had something to chase, someone to follow. i wasn’t mindlessly searching anymore, i had a goal, a destiny to fulfil.

before i knew it, i had been torn apart by dazai, ripped into intricate pieces and splayed out on a table, bright lights decorated the mixture of my body parts that decorated the white room. i was no longer human, a replica of dazai. he had driven me crazy, lifeless and empty. yet his obsession never wavered- constantly studying me, looking for answers on why this had happened. he couldn’t comprehend that it was his fault, that this was the result of his actions. i was clearly defected, and he would search for a cure to fix me, he wanted to yearn for my life again, but he had already stolen it. and let the substance he was so desperate for slip through his hands like sand in the strong ocean’s breeze. his obsession too strong to understand the true nature of the situation.

clarity.

he felt clarity.

he finally understood the weight of what he had done, it took oda dying for him to realise the lives that he had taken were unnecessary, something he no longer wanted to continue, for his friend’s sake. while he didn’t stop me from breathing, dazai knew he had ended my life as i knew it, changed me in a way that couldn’t be reversed, i was forever stuck as a ghost, a body without a working mind. he had trained me to be a doll, controlled by an outside force- himself. and there was no changing that, my once lively brain had already lost it’s spark, the one he was so desperate to steal.

his disappearance broke me in ways i didn’t know i was capable of, i believed i had already been ruined, incapable of being pushed down any further into the hell i was living, but as always, i was wrong. i was consumed by sin, dazai was my god- what was i if not a pawn, what was i without him, my love, my everything, my world. the freedom that rattled my brittle bones made me brace for the impact of them breaking, splitting and shattering inside the warmth of my innards. yet it never came. the nausea that squirmed like a fly trapped in a spider’s web never produced anything. not even the burning bile that torn apart my throat left me, i was alone. truly alone. but free. the tears that scorched against my skin wouldn’t stop flowing, as my teeth bared at nothing, snarling like a madman as my instincts took over, preparing to protect myself from the unknown, the fear of being alone that dazai had instilled in me. i would never truly be safe without him, yet the was the cause of all of my pain. i should be grateful he’s gone, i should be celebrating- chasing after my life that i had been forced to forget. but now, i had only myself to cradle, to squeeze my own heart as the pain racked through me, just as dazai had done.

[bae04xx]

“fuck off!” i screamed, my voice hoarse from being half asleep, while i pushed my brother away from me. rolling over to the other side of my bed, i ignore his giggles,

“bastard, wake me up again and see what happens..” i mumble into my pillow, sensing his spine shoot up after hearing my threat.

“woah! y/n’s cranky aren’t you?” he cackles, before slapping me against the head and strolling out, as if he hadn’t been annoying the living fuck out of me, as if he was completely innocent!

ben being my brother had its perks, like ultimate protection from him and his weirdo gang, but it had a lot more cons. like some bitch at school looks at me the wrong way? oh well, it doesn’t matter to me, ben sees? she’s dead.

they’re so overdramatic.

and trust me, i haven’t had a decent night’s sleep since we moved into this hell hole. either i’m kept up by screaming, ben, gunshots or the lads bringing some random women back- that’s definitely the worst one.

everyone here had a purpose, i didn’t, my brother was some magical ghost that could hack into anything. i didn’t know shit about him, he would refuse to tell me, but he managed to work a deal so i could stay here, to keep me ‘safe’, because what’s safer than being around deranged serial killers? i was just deadweight, and while most people here tried to ignore that fact, considering i took care of them all fairly well, i knew it. my cooking, cleaning and caring skills were not nearly as useful as the dangerous shit they did.

but i’m sure they appreciated a home cooked meal after a long day of work, it calmed me down after a stressful day at school. winding down with them was something i loved, especially with jeff, we got on very well- despite ben and his rivalry. i ignored their petty arguments, and stormed off whenever they attempted to include me into them. i loved seeing how calm jeff could be around me, he was always so on edge, fierce, ready to pounce on anyone, but with me it wasn’t like that.

i could sit with him and just talk, sure he wouldn’t open up to me about anything, too closed off and stuck in his defensive mind to do anything of the sort, but he could relax with me- and i enjoyed that.

i missed normality a lot more than i let on, and ben could see that in me. the way i stared at the photos of us when we were young, how we would get high and i would ramble on about our old memories, he saw through my facade, and knew how much i missed my past life.

but this was me now, taking care of my shitty brother and his coworkers? friends? housemates? whatever he called them.

what pissed me off the most is how i was the only person in the house that still had to go to school. ben insisted on me getting an education, making something of my life- i think it was because he didn’t want me living in this shithole forever like he had to. i would come home from school everyday and waffle to toby about everything, he understood better than anyone. he could tell that deep down i did care, i cared about everything, too much. while i pretending to not give a fuck about the bitches i had to deal with, i would come running to him, crying in his arms after a hard day. i didn’t want a solution to my problem, i wanted a distraction, comfort. and ben couldn’t wrap his tiny brain around that, but toby could.

“they’re.. all just so horrible..” i sobbed as toby stroked my hair softly, holding me tightly in his arms, suddenly flicking his wrist from his ticks, he quietly cursed himself.

“i know, y/n, it’s going to be ok, i promise,” he whispered, gently wiping the tears from my face.

“they’re nasty because their jealous of you, jealous of your beauty and your confidence.”

“but.. i just want them to be nice to me..”

“i know baby, you don’t deserve this.”

toby was like a brother to me, unlike jeff who found comfort in me, i found comfort in toby. he was like my very own safety blanket, he would wrap me up in his arms and let me cry all my emotions out, carrying me to bed when i fell asleep in his arms and tucking me in. he was like the dad i had always wished for.

when everyone would argue, i would lock myself in my room. i hated it with every cell in my body. the boys would scream, yell, punch walls, kick doors in- and the dreadful sound of shots being fired. it would send me into a panicked frenzy. there was one particularly bad argument between ben and jeff once, over something stupid i can’t even remember.

“y/n- knock some fuckin’ sense into your deadbeat brother!”

“don’t bring my fucking sister into this- just because you’re in love with her! don’t think i can’t tell you fucking deranged pervert!”

“fuck off ben, like i would ever want to be with someone RELATED to you. if i had it my way you would be dead were you stand.”

i listened to their harsh words as jeff knocked on my door, making the walls vibrate.

“i don’t want to be involved! go away!” i screamed, tucking myself under the covers on my bed, pulling a pillow over my head to tune out their shouting- until i heard the familiar bang of masky’s gun.

i thought my heart fell out of my chest in that moment, my blood ran cold as i fumbled out of bed and ran to my door, swinging it open to find a hall in the opposite wall to my bedroom. i had never felt more relief in my life.

“stop fucking arguing. you’re keeping me awake.” masky said coldly as ben and jeff just stared at the bullet in the wall.

i hated living here.

[bae04xx]

dabi mha x reader

angsty asf

moving on was always difficult for me, i loved to hard, too easy. i’d give my all to someone who wouldn’t wait for me to tie my shoe laces. and as i lied in my warm, but empty, double bed these thoughts passed through my numb mind, stabbing into my already aching heart.

i deserved better.

that’s what i kept hearing, and i knew it was true, but i didn’t want better- i wanted him. and as the memory wandered back into my head, i felt my heart being ripped into pieces. slowly picked apart by sharp nails, scattering the flesh around onto the floor carelessly, leaving a dark, empty void in the middle of my chest.

the feeling made tears stream down my face, my breathing become unsteady and my fists grip onto the bedsheets. i cried silently, my throat closing up as i did so, i just wished things were different.

i wished i had never finished work early that day.

i wished i had never taken the short cut home.

i wished i had never loved him so much.

i wished i was enough for him.

i wish i could’ve stayed oblivious, unaware, happy.

my whole body recoiled as i walked through the memory for what felt like the millionth time.

…

i hummed quietly, listening to the music blasting through my airpods, patiently waiting for my train to stop.

as we pulled into the station, i hurried off, leaving the platform as quick as i could. i was so excited to come home, i hated my job so much- getting home and seeing dabi was the reason i did it all. his job was.. unstable to say the least, he never told me much about it but income wasn’t the best and he was out a lot, but that didn’t bother me. it just made me enjoy the time we spent together even more.

i cut through the dodgy alleyways near our apartment so i would be quicker, i wanted to surprise him. ideas rushed through my head, we could sit down, watch a film, order take out, and then get smashed out of our heads. that was my favourite idea, definitely. we hadn’t had a date night in a while, i’m sure he missed it just as much as i did.

and after my 10 minute walk, i was outside our apartment, i hurried up the stairs and quietly opened our door. i knew he would be in his room, watching shitty netflix horror films, smoking a cigarette with a bottle of jack daniels on our bedside table.

but i didn’t hear dumb, blonde girl’s screams, instead of heard something completely different.

i listen for a second more, only for it to hit me like a tonne of bricks, there was another women in there with my boyfriend. my heart plunged down beneath me, i felt my mouth instantly go dry and my eyes well up.

i forced myself to walk in, my body stiff even as i swung the door open. my eyes were void of any emotion, my face blank as i stared into their intimate moment. i didn’t move, i stood their for what felt like ages, seeing them scramble around. they covered their naked bodies and the mistress hung her head in shame.

“y/n, i can explain,” dabi said, trying to reason with me, as be began speaking again, i walked out the room.

i remember grabbing the bare essentials, dabi shouting over my shouting and my eyes being blurry with tears.

…

i checked my phone, to distract myself. i swiped the millions of messages dabi had sent away, opening tiktok and mindlessly scrolling through. my soul still weighing heavy through out my whole body.

why me?

why would this happen to me.

i just wanted to be loved.

[bae04xx]

send in tbhk requests pretty pls 😘

[bae04xx]

Omg would you write a yandere tsukasa x reader please

i’m actually bare sorry i never check tumblr and when i saw this i was sooo excited so i hope you like it xx

this has not been proof read and i cba sorry

as the winter closed in, there was a chilling presence in the air. i stepped back into the school, noticing the frost that had settled gently against the glass panes of the windows, i tugged my woollen hat down my head further in order to keep the heat in. while strolling through the barren halls i took notice of the oddly quiet atmosphere, sure it had been an hour or so since school ended but usually i could hear some clubs closing up, or at least hanako and yashiro. i made a mental notice of the abnormality, but continued my way to the broadcasting room.

i wonder to myself if i took too long, i had tried to be on time, considering i had to be finished with my homework in an hour- despite being forced to deal with a whole weeks worth in such a small amount of time i was expected to do it all. thanks to tsukasa. according to him if i spaced it out evenly i did it in small parts every day that was “too much time wasted that i could be spent with him” although he’s happy with putting my education on the line…

well at least that’s the only thing he’s endangering- id it were up to him i’d be 6 feet under, my ghost being tormented by his antics constantly.

but like i was going allow that, i’d been firm with him since the day i met him, no matter what happens between us- i am not bound to him and i am not dying for him. sure i loved him..

i loved him more than anything. even if i acted like i hated him, and he got on my nerves like mad, and he was a terrible person, i still loved him. and he loved me. he made it very obvious what he wanted out of me- for me to belong to him. tsukasa was very possessive, especially if he owned an object, but even if it wasn’t his- he would do anything to keep it. and that’s what i hated, i am not an object and i am not something to be kept, or protected; i don’t belong to anyone! his whole ideology goes against everything i stand for, but he just doesn’t listen.

it’s constant affection, constant attention, constant interrogations, he has to know where i am, what i’m doing, who i’m with always. but i’m not a child, fucks sake i am my own person. yet he’s always going on at me how i need to be bound to him, he’ll give me whatever i want as long as i belong to him, he can kill me and we’ll be together forever, i’ll be his princess. but i want to live. i want to make a life for myself, make my family proud, have my own family one day. but yet i love him with every atom in my being..

gosh life is confusing, why can’t it just be simple? i doubt anyone else has these problems.

i stopped dead in my tracks, as i heard hanako’s boyish laugh, my eyebrows knitted as i realised i missed the last flight of stairs, too absorbed in my own thoughts.

“y/n? what’re you doing down here?” i heard him call over from the toilets, of he knew i was here.

“y/n? hey!” yashiro rushed towards me and brought me into a soft hug, she was very warm, the complete opposite to my shivering form.

“hanako- she’s freezing!”

“what’re you doing here? aren’t you meant to be with tsukasa already?” he questioned, ignoring yashiro’s worries in order for his question to be answered.

“i’m fine,” i sighed, “i’m not meant to be anywhere, we aren’t bound.” i stated calmly as he chuckled.

“aren’t bound but you’re wrapped around his finger aren’t you?” he said, his cheeky smile adorning his face.

i huffed, preparing myself reply to his quip before i was interrupted by a cold, ghostly figuring wrapping itself around my back.

“y/n! what’re you doing here? you were meant to be in the broadcasting room ages ago!” he whined in my ear, his grip around my waist tightening, his sinister grip on my contrasted against his childish words.

“amane! i see you found y/n!” his face brightened as he saw his brother, while hanako stood his ground, yet uncomfortably. yashiro backed away from me towards him.

“she found me, i’m guessing looking for you,” he said coldly, as tsukasa craned his neck.

“well she was going the wrong way! c’mon y/n, i’ve got some much stuff to show you!” he smiled, grabbing my hand and leading the way, i sent a weary glance to yashiro, who just stood still, unsure of what to do.

…

“why were you there.” there was a bite in this voice, it was just me and him in the far part of the room, closed off from the 2 other members.

“i don’t know, i was just wondering and was thinking about some… stuff and didn’t even have where i was going on my mind,” i spoke softly, noticing his tense tone and his blank face- he exhibited no emotion.

“i’m not looking for excuses.” he spoke, his dark eyes barring holes into my e/c ones.

“i was on my way to you tsukasa, i promise,” i tried to reason with him, evidently hating the atmosphere.

“when how did you get there y/n, how did to get to amane when you were on your way to the basement?”

“i.. don’t know. i’m just stressed, ok? i’ve got a lot on my mind right now,” i was so close to giving up, walking out of this stupid club and going home to get the first good nights sleep i would get in months. he has me constantly cooped up here until the late evenings. just because he “can’t dread the afterlife with out me.”

“you’re not going home anymore.” he stated, his face still unchanged as mine blew up before him.

“i need to do my homework- my parents will kill me tsukasa! i can’t do this to myself, i need to finish my studies, i can’t always be here with you! my education matters, i put up with you all in my face while i am meant to be learning, set aside my home work to be with you, walk home in the dark all on my own and get god knows how many hours of sleep all for you!” i screamed, i was tired, and the bags under my eyes said that for me. just as i stood up to leave and turned my back on him, he grabbed me from behind.

“you won’t have to worry about any of that anymore, now be a good girl and sit back down for me,” i heard him whisper in my ear, as i tried to break out of his grip i left something sharp and cold appear next to my neck.

he had a knife against my throat.

“now are you going to listen to me?” he grinned.

i silently sat opposite to him, as we had been previously, he could feel the fear aching off me, he was basking in this work, his face staring lovingly yet proudly at my trembling body.

“you really should’ve told me this sooner,” he sighed, playing with the silver knife, spinning it between his fingers.

i said nothing, unsure of what would be the right response.

“are you gonna reply or just sit there shaking like a leaf?” he giggled, before he patted his lap, indicating for me to sit.

i slowly get steadily sat on his lap, as he cuddled into me, taking a deep breathe from his noise while his hands were feeling every inch of me.

“i’m going to miss you being so warm,” he said to himself, i shiver went down my spine.

“what.. do you mean?” my voice was so quiet, i couldn’t manage to speak above a whisper’s volume.

“i’m doing you a favour, i’m going to take away all these bad feelings from my baby, how does that sound?” he teased me with his fingers, sensually moving them against my thighs, i melted into his touch.

“yeah.. that sounds good,”

“so, you want me to take all these bad feelings away from you? no matter what the consequences are?”

“mhm..” i mumbled, too tired and my feelings being all over the place to speak.

“i’m gonna need a yes y/n,” he chuckled.

“yes tsukasa,” i said wearily, before i felt it.

his knife went through my heart, i sprung up as a i felt an animalistic scream emerge from my throat. as the blood spewed out of my i felt my lover’s chest rising to the beat of his uncontrollable laughter. i watched as he floated above me, his hands gripping my cheeks as he giggled and stared at his masterpiece, i felt my body dying and the blood rushing around me- only to leave me. my eyes slowly started drooping, until all i saw was black, and i felt myself slip away, finally at peace.

“y/n! you’re finally awake! gosh, you couldn’t of taken longer, could ya?”

“wh-what’s going on? i thought i was dead..”

“sakura! she’s awake! y/n is finally awake!”

“very nice tsukasa.”

“you’re finally mine, all mine. we can be together forever now!” he giggled, before planting a kiss on my forehead.

[bae04xx]

I was excited to see a new writer and read the works until I saw the fem pronouns for "reader"

It's so difficult to find anything neutral or masc

well not being funny but it’s my work and i get to choose what i write? i write for myself for fun not to cater for others so if you’ve got an issue i’d say do something about it yourself instead of moaning to others

[bae04xx]

lost my tv remote and vape’s just died on me

fml 😐

[bae04xx]

HEYY how r you!! The bill fic you wrote was so good thank you!! I don't really have anything rn sorry lmao I just wanted to thank you and see how ur doing!!

-😻

thanks ml xx really appreciate it 🤍

i’m doing ok thank you,, focusing on my mental health xx

[bae04xx]

Cam you write a yandere dream sans x reader please

im a little rusty with the undertale aus so sorry if this is out of character 😭 i tried my hardest xx

this is so shit man i’m sorryyyy

kinda yandere dream sans x reader

fluff ☁️

dream lay in between my legs, his head resting up against me as he read. some new book he had been raving about, i’d been struggling to focus, or even listen to anything for the last couple of days- it’s been getting on my nerves. after being cooped up in this.. space? i’m not really sure what it was called, you get a bit stuck in your own head. too conscious of your own thoughts, i get like that. it gets worse when dream is off doing god knows what for hours at a time- he doesn’t tell me much, never has, you just get used to be in the dark, doesn’t make it any more bearable but it makes you expect it.

“y/n? y/n?” dream calls out to me, breaking me from my mental rant.

“huh? yeah sorry,” i reply sheepishly as i hear a sigh from him, he places his book down.

“what are you thinking about?” he beams, i can feel him smiling despite not being able to see.

“nothing much, just wondering what you’re reading,” i lie, i know he can tell but he goes along with it anyway.

“you feel quite tense for just that,” he chuckles, “i’m going to have to meet blue and ink soon, we’ve got some things to figure out,” he massages my thigh as i lean back, exhaling softly before i decide what to say.

“..why don’t i come?” i speak, just above a whisper, my question makes him go slightly rigid.

“well, y/n, um. i’ll have to think about it,” he stammers, unsure of what to say. dream is one of the most positive people i know, i never usually see him looking for his words.

“it’s alright, i just thought it’d be nice to meet your friends, considering you spend so much time with them,”

“trust me i spent a lot more time with them before i met you, and they’re starting to have a few questions about that. maybe it’d be good if you met them,” he announced, jumping up and dusting himself off.

i quickly followed, letting him guide me to where we we’re going.

after a strange way of transportation, we arrived. there were 2 other skeletons like him, one with a paint brush and another with a blue bandana- they suited their names. who i presumed was blue jumped up when he saw me, cocking his head at dream, while ink stayed seated, his eyes narrowed at me.

“WHO’S THIS!?” blue demanded, attempting to rush over to me, only to be pulled back by ink. dream had spoken very little of them both beyond their names but i could guess ink was in charge by his demeanour.

“this is y/n, she’s been living with me for the past couple of months. i thought she should meet you two,” he smiled, his arm firmly around my waist.

“and you bought her to a meeting?” ink questioned, a slight bite in his voice.

“HELLO HUMAN Y/N, DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” blue almost screamed, i didn’t really know what to say.

“it’s nice to meet you y/n,” ink said, a forced politeness to me, i could tell he didn’t mean to be rude but there was something beneath the surface. “can we speak to you alone dream?” he asked, tapping his bony fingers rhythmically against the table.

“of course you can, y/n would you mind going into the other room?” he asked, pointing to a wooden door to my left, i walked off, ignoring the goodbyes from the 3 skeletons.

there i tried to drown out their argument, i heard my name being thrown around like a game of piggy in the middle. dream drastically trying to defend not only me but myself, ink interrogating him about where i came from, who i was, if i was dangerous and how much of a risk i made them. and blue was just joining in, asking so many questions about me. i desperately tried to ignore it, wishing for some headphones, or at least to be put in a room far, far away from them.

after an hour of being on my own, dream burst into the room, a tired, forced smile on his face.

“y/n! come on, we’re going,” we sighed, trying his best to keep his normal bubbly energy up.

“what even happened?” i asked as he dragged my arm lightly.

“we’ll discuss this next time,” ink spoke calmly, clearly with ruffled feathers.

“there’s nothing more to discuss.” dream said sternly, ending the conversation- you could cut the atmosphere with a knife.

when we got home i was still very confused, as always.

“what was that all about?” i asked, while dream held me, he had told me before that my presence alone can calm him down, so i think that’s what he needed right now.

no response.

“dream?” i questioned again, waiting for an answer.

5 minutes of silence went by before he stated,

“they want to take you away from me.”

“what?” i didn’t know how to feel, or what to say, dream was trying his hardest to stay calm and remain in a happy place, yet the way he was acting was eerie.

“but i’m not going to let them do that, you’re never leaving me. i promise.”

[bae04xx]

this is so random but i’ve been rewatching harry potter so here you go x

platonic golden trio x pegasus rider reader head canons

• y/n grew up around pegasuses, having her own stables on the farm she lived on

•she was partially famous by the time she was 6, after completing in the young adults races, show jumping and dressage - and placing first in all 3 categories

•her talent was ridiculous, by age 8 she named the rider of the century, competing against anyone and anybody who dared to test her

•she was watched by the public eye, all anticipating when she’d been sent to a witching school, while her coming from an incredibly old pure blood line also made her quite well known, her riding skills made her and her family’s reputation boom

•when she first got her hogwarts letter she ecstatic, her mum had put her in magical tutoring since 5 so she would be far above anyone else, yet y/n wasn’t trusted with a wand while being so young, so she was taught spells with a flick of her wrist and by using the power of her words

•while her mum was happy for her, she was worried about her riding career, considering the boarding situation at hogwarts and how they lacked in a stables like theirs, or even a stables. but after sending a few owls to dumbledore he arranged something with hagrid

•while it wasn’t as posh as y/n was used to, hogwart’s stables had 3 new pegasus and 1 from her home. 1 of the new ones was fully bombproof while the other 2 needed breaking in, hagrid was now her new instructor- not that she needed 1

•while at her daily lessons, she ran into harry potter, ron weasley and hermione granger. a small, friendly group of gryffindor misfits

•while the group of 4 all looked up to hagrid, y/n was especially close with him, staying at his hut for hours on end, going on hacks, constant riding with him, he was like a father figure to her

•harry was her bestfriend, they instantly clicked, they both new what it was like to be misunderstood and idolised by others, while harry’s fame was more on the misfortunate side, they could still relate to the down falls of being in the public eye. y/n was harry’s rock, his go to girl, a shoulder to cry on, someone he could depend on, and he loved every second he spent with her

•hermione was someone y/n idolised, being her study buddy was a privilege y/n held so close to her heart, happy to show it off to anyone. they bonded over the fact that they both appreciated hard work, dedication and resilience. while one applied that to their studies and the other applied that to their career- they both understood each other

•ron was someone who was just a joy to be around, and y/n was so happy to be in his presence after a long day- just being around him was like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. his easy going attitude was nothing like the hard-core, crushing work she had to deal with everyday. his jokes and chilled attitude calmed her, and ron enjoyed watching her shoulders soften around him

[bae04xx]

please send in requests 😢 can’t write if i can’t have ideas xx

[bae04xx]

Heyyy I just saw it post and like I couldn't resist sending in an ask (or request if you will)!! If you want to could you write a bill cipher (yes ik💀) x reader where he and the reader are dating but get into an argument and he just says/does sum really mean stuff?? Fluff ending tho please I can't take only angst lmao, for the reader i would pref a Fem reader but gn is fine to!! Also for bill could he be in his triangle form?? (I'm so sorry if this is a long ask💀💀) but yeah that's it!!

One last thing if you don't mind could I be the 😻 anon so like if I send a ask/message I will add that and yk its me!!

-😻

hey ofc, sorry don’t check my tumblr that often! i would love to :)

thanks 😻 anon :)

bill cipher x fem! reader

angst and fluff 🖤☁️

i grabbed my bags out of my car boot, harshly gripping them between my fingers, which the knuckles of began to loose their colour from the chill in the air. after shutting the car doors and locking it up i begin storming down the pebbled drive towards my little cottage of a home. i sigh as i drop my bags and twist the key into the lock. i walk into the warmth of my house- silence greets me. after a full day at work, a very busy day might i add, then running about 5 errands i expect my home to be as i left it, cleaned to perfection. my eyes squint at the crumbs left all over hallway’s floor, i walk through them and set my bags onto the kitchen’s table- only to see condiments and dirty dishes scattered on the counters.

i quickly put my food shopping away, then hastily clean the house top to bottom, from hoovering to polishing to mopping to cleaning all of his dirty clothes because god forbid he contribute anything to this house and take any weight off my already drowning shoulders. i bury my face into my hands and curl up on my sofa, after sitting like this for a few minutes i decide to sit up and distract myself, flipping through a few tv channels to find a decent one.

i wonder why i’m even here, i was only meant to be in gravity falls temporarily, after my mother decided i was too much for her, she shipped me off to live with my aunt for the summer- aunty suz, or as the locals called her, lazy suzan. she ran a diner, which i helped out with as my keep, and there i met the twins. i felt like mable understood me, she really helped me deal with my mental health and overcome it all. she was my bestfriend- until i fell for him. i made the stupid mistake of choosing bill cipher, a living breathing demon, over my bestfriend. and now i’m stuck in this hell hole- gravity falls.

“loving boyfriend my ass..” i mumbled, throwing the tv remote to the ground in frustration.

“what about me were you saying, peach?” he smirks, materialising out of no where, with a snarky expression.

“what the fuck have you been doing all day cipher? i work my ass off and i come home to the house a state?” i plead, standing up to be someone as tall as the floating figure.

“woah woah woah, don’t be so aggressive peach, calm it and remember who you’re speaking to,” he warns, i laugh at him.

“i do everything for you cipher, i have up my life for you and this is the thanks i get? no support, messing with my home and threats? i have every right to be angry at you, you always do this!”

“do what exactly, peach?” his eyes narrow at me, staring me down.

“fuck me over! you expect to be fed, even though you don’t need to eat and can make anything you want appear but no- i have to supply it for you, to clean in a clean house but it’s fine for you to constantly mess it up, and to leave for days at a time with no warning and then just appear back and expect me to be fine? and treat me like shit!”

“i can do whatever the fuck i want peach, whatever i want-“ he grabs me by the chin, “you listen to me, you’re a puppet in my hands, you’re lucky i’m even giving the time of day. you’re only around because i like you, and you’re so lucky i like you because do you wanna know what would happen if i didn’t?”

…

“you’d be dead, rotting your own personal hell. so show me a little respect? don’t forget your place.”

i push myself away from him, i regretfully look in my eyes, i don’t know what to do, so i just stand there, scared, confused, anxious yet angry.

“i’m going, don’t try and get in my head, i don’t want you there.” i announce, before storming off and grabbing my handbag.

“i’ll never get out of your head, you belong to me remember, you’re nothing without me.” he announced, as though he’s just next to me but he isn’t. i’m in the car, applying as much pressure to the accelerator as i can- and he’s no where near me. he’s in my fucking head again. i have no space, no boundaries, i’m not just me, i’m him too- and i have no choice. i can’t escape.

i break as hard as i can, in the middle of a road, no cars were within a mile radius of me, perks of living i. a quiet town. i scream, a blood curdling scream, my nails clawing into my h/c, tears stream out of my eyes. sobbing uncontrollably i feel an arm snake around me, pulling me close.

he’s shushing me, trying to calm me down as a shriek and cry into his chest, not sure if i should push him away or accept him embrace. his boney hands stroke my h/c and instantly calms me, not by my choice though- the bastard is in my head again.

“i’ve given everything for you bill.” i state, wiping my tears away, a dead look in my eyes.

“i’m sorry peach,” he hugs me tightly, “i know i’m shitty, but i’m so sorry.”

and he just holds me, let’s me stay in his arms, i focus on my breathing, as he plays with my hair, he whispers a small ‘i love you’ in my ear, i hum back to him, too exhausted to process what’s really happened.

i wake up in my bed, changed into my favourite fleecy pyjamas, a very worried demon next to me.

i yawn, stretching my arms up, turning to him i say “and how did i get here?” my voice a little gruff from sleepiness.

“you don’t think i was going to let you sleep in the car do you? what kinda demon do you think i am?” he replied in his usually snarky yet flirtatious voice.

“ah yes sorry, you’re such the gentleman- how could i forget,” i giggle back at him before rolling away to the other side of the bed.

“i really am sorry y/n, i’m gonna try more, for you peach,”

“i love you bill,”

“i love you more peach,”

a comfortable silence surrounds us, i sigh before deciding to get up, yet just as a i begin to take the duvet off me i get it pulled start back on.

“what’re you thinking for breakfast peach? my treat, you just stay snuggled up in bed,”

“i bought some croissants yesterday, they’re in the cupboard,” i muse, before grabbing my book off the bedside table. bill let’s out a laugh.

“my treat, you just wait and see what i’ve got planned peach!”

[bae04xx]

heyyy welcome to my page :))

just call me bae 🤍

i’m gonna b writing x ready fanfics for loads of shit, figuring out how to use the app 😭 xx

should b doing x reader forrr :

undertale aus

gravity falls

hazbin hotel

mha

creepypasta

tbhk

nd more but i haven’t thought of them yet :)

request anything once i find out how to do that :)

also love writing nd reading yandere so don’t hold back x