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Unimportant Little Thoughts

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: The Emperor (Gender Neutral), Caspian (Male)

cw: Implied brainwashing, trained dependency ig, plenty of stockholm, yandere as always, unreliable narrator, angst lmao

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You looked off into the distant horizon where the sun was starting to set and painted the skies in different beautiful shades and hues. Orange, like the Emperor’s piercing eyes that always gazed at you. Red, like the Emperor’s majestic robes that felt soft and silky to your touch every time Their Majesty pulled you into their arms. Yellow, like the gold accessories the Emperor adorned on their body and subsequently, to you. Blue, like the Emperor’s hair that they let you comb your fingers through whenever they lay on your lap. Violet, like Ċ̸͍͕̰́α̶̛̗̤͚̮͗́͒ ̴̗̪̎̓̊́ś̷͔͉̩͉ ̶̭̠͗̓ῤ̸͇̤í̸̮͎̜̑̃̅̏ª̷̞̼͚̉η̷̩͔̈́’s eyes–

You paused for a moment, tilting your head. Whose eyes…?

“...”

The ground trembles from underneath you, tremors breaking out from time to time and yet you sit still in the chair in the room the Emperor commanded you to stay. The chair was comfy to sit on. The cushion was plentiful so that no one would get tired from sitting on it all day and the wooden veneer of the chair’s frame was an exquisite piece of work that was made by only the most well-known artisan. You’d know it because this was the chair the Emperor uses when they do office work. And where you currently were was inside the Emperor’s office.

Wait a minute… You were thinking of something earlier, weren’t you? Yes, the color violet was… was the color of royalty! Like the Emperor’s powerful lineage that has ruled through the empire for generations.

You missed the Emperor… Granted, they’d only been gone for a few minutes now.

You looked out the windows once more and sighed as the colors reminded you of the Emperor. You wanted (ň̴̞o̵̫̒ ̸͖̂y̶̯̑o̵̖̊ũ̷̧ ̸̱̀c̴̬̅a̶̩̚n̵̕͜'̶̹̑ẗ̷̜́) needed to go look for them but they had already ordered you to stay and the Emperor’s orders were always absolute. You lived for the Emperor and their will was yours, as well.

The ground shakes once more, albeit a bit stronger and closer to your location this time. And yet you still sat on the chair as if it had nothing to do with you. Fear and anxiety wasn’t a worry. Whatever trouble there was outside the very room you were in right now, you were sure the Emperor would swiftly deal with it.

You could hear faint screams outside the door behind you but that wasn’t of any worry to you. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. You waited for the Emperor patiently. Patiently…

Slam!

“...!” Hm? Did someone call your name? That’s funny. No one ever called your name aside from the Emperor. You don’t know why but the maids, the butlers, the workers, the guards, everyone… None of them called you by your name or even acknowledged you existed. Whenever you were around, they would always have their heads down as if they were afraid. You wondered what they were afraid of…

Your eyes widened as someone grasped your shoulder and forcefully turned you around to face them. The chair you had been sitting on was pushed back and fell on the ground, clattering loudly. You frowned, upset that someone would be so careless as to treat Their Majesty’s items like that but just as you finally got a clear look at the intruder, you stopped in your tracks.

Violet eyes… Violet…v̴͍́i̵̹̾ö̸̰l̶͉͗e̷͕͒t̷̥̀v̶̫͝i̸̠̾o̷̲̎l̷̪͒e̷͖̒ț̷̄v̷̟͆i̵̛̤o̵̠͝l̸̩̆ĕ̷̬t̶̛͜v̸̞̏i̶̳͋ơ̷͍l̷̜̓ḙ̶͛t̸̮͒v̶̠̂î̸̺o̴̝̅ļ̴̏ẹ̶͝t̶͓̄v̷̞͝ǐ̸͎ö̴͎́l̸̟͑e̶͈̚t̷̬̔v̶̩̓i̶͓̊ǒ̷͕l̴͙̈́ẹ̷̕t̶̪͆v̷̰͝ĩ̶̦o̶̰͐l̴̮̃ê̸̦ț̶͆t̷̹̑ĥ̷̙o̴̰͌š̶̥e̸̡͋h̴̛̖u̶̯͝r̶̫͌t̷̨͂f̴̰̀ů̵̦l̸͉̄e̶̠̓y̴̘̽ĕ̸̳s̶̠̆–

“You aren’t supposed to be here without any permission, you know?” You wistfully said after a few moments, looking at the hand on your shoulder. You contemplated whether to slap it away or something. No one was allowed to touch you but the Emperor, after all. Oddly enough, you seemed to have the urge to punch the person in front of you but you doubt that would be a nice idea seeing the drawn sword at the stranger’s other hand.

The stranger’s eyes looked at you with this… weird expression? You don’t know how to explain it but it was like they were searching through your expression, trying to find something. His eyes took on a wet sheen as he opened his mouth.

“H-Hey…” His unfamiliar voice shook, which you found odd since he didn't look like the type to be shaken up after beating up the guards that had been guarding the door. You looked past him, looking down at the guards groaning in pain on the floor that still hadn’t recovered and then at the broken door. “You… You remember me, r-right?” The man continued, almost begging.

“I don’t know you.” Was your immediate answer as you looked back at him. What you said looked like it hurt him as he flinched and finally let go of your shoulders. “You know, if you’re trying to find treasures, you have to look on the other side of the palace. I doubt you could get in the treasury easily, though.”

The man looked frustrated as he grabbed his hair. “I’m not here to steal! I’m here to save you!”

You frowned, confused. What he said made no sense. If he wasn’t a thief then what reason would he supposedly ‘save’ you for? It’s not like you were in danger and it wasn't like you would be put in danger. The Emperor always took such good care of you and protected you.

“What for? If you’ve heard rumors about me then I doubt any of it’s true. As you can see, I’m living quite graciously under the Emperor’s kindness.”

The man grabbed your wrist, not that hard to hurt you but enough that you would have trouble getting away. “You were held here against your will for years!”

You were beginning to get angry. Not only did you already have the urge to punch the lights out of this person but insinuating that the Emperor was holding you against your will was just insulting!

You snapped back at him. “And I told you, those rumors are meaningless! Why won’t you listen to me?!”

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from the door.

“Indeed. Why won’t you listen to them, you filthy little rat?” The Emperor stood there, bloody sword in hand, orange eyes blazing dangerously. “Barging into my house, daring to covet what’s mine…”

“My dear,” The Emperor said without looking at you. You know they were referring to you because they wouldn’t call anyone else by such a sweet nickname. “Kill him.”

Suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, you lunged at the stranger with a dagger in hand and aimed for his heart. The dagger had always been hidden on your person at all times. It was a gift from the Emperor in case you had to kill someone who was either a threat to you or the Emperor. You wouldn’t be a good subject now if you couldn’t even protect the Emperor and yourself from nearby threats, would you?

Unfortunately, the guy lived as he escaped, letting go of your wrist and putting some distance between the two of you. “What–?!”

Still, you followed after him, rapidly closing the distance between the two of you and tried to pierce his neck but he finally seemed to manage to regain his wits with him and used his sword to block your dagger. It was scary how you weren’t even hesitating once the Emperor commanded you. Your eyes were entirely focused on the man, intent on taking advantage of any weakness you could find just to kill him. You were looking at him as nothing more than a prey– someone to be butchered and killed because of the Emperor’s command.

With every thrusts and slashes you made with the weapon, all the man did was block or dodge your attacks. He never retaliated but he seemed to have noticed you were gradually pushing him back towards the Emperor’s direction. Seeing that he was obviously overpowered should that sadistic Emperor join in the frey, he grit his teeth and looked at you.

“I’m… I’m sorry…” He said, his words full of meaning and yet it was somehow enough to make you pause in your action. Something inside your chest started to hurt. You don’t know what it was but it was getting so uncomfortable and searing like ants crawling all over your chest and taking pieces of you bit by bit.

This hesitation was enough for the man to find an opening in your stance and he kicked you on the stomach, sending you skidding across the floor, and then ran towards the window.

You hacked and coughed as you tried to regain your bearings. Pushing yourself up from the floor as you hold your stomach, you stared in disbelief as the man jumped out the window. And just like that, he was gone.

“Y-Your Highness! ! My apo-apologies! I let the man get away!” And yet all that was in your mind was your failure to do as their Highness’ command. You looked desperately at the Emperor, fear swirling in your eyes. Fear of failing them. Fear of them finding you useless. Fear of being abandoned.

Their Majesty walked over to you, footsteps ringing loudly against the room. Your body started to shiver, eyes shaking as your mind ran millions of thoughts of what punishment the Emperor would give you. You could accept any kind of punishment as long as they never abandoned you. You would take it no matter how painful it was as long as you could be by your side. As long as they still allowed you to be by their side.

And yet they never did any of that, as kind and generous as they always were to you. The way they held your chin was soft and gentle, treating you as if you were made of porcelain.

“It’s alright, my beloved. Why look so grim?” They whispered as they tilted your face so you could look at them. “That filthy rat was a traitorous man and your mind need not be tainted with him. He and his… rebellious group had managed to infiltrate the palace but they’ve all been dealt with now.”

You looked hesitant, eyes drifting towards the window. You agreed. That man was indeed a ‘traitor’ but it was… different. “If… If I may be so bold, your Highness… May I ask who that… rebel was?”

“...” The Emperor just smiled but something about it felt too controlled… Too fake that it made you jump slightly and want to look away…

However you couldn’t as they helped you up and held you by your waist to support you. “You don’t need to know soon-to-be-dead people’s names, my dear. So forget about him and just keep thinking about me, alright?” They tilted your head again, gently and firmly so that you would only look at him and nowhere else. “Yes?” They urged.

“...” The expression on your face softened, your shoulders slumping down. The Emperor was right. Just thinking about that stranger was just making you feel all kinds of bad stuff in your chest that it was suffocating you. It was better not to think about him at all and just focus on the person who was truly much more important to you.

“O…Okay, your Highness…”

As if pleased by your obedience, the Emperor let out a chuckle. A genuine one this time, and let your chin go. They pull you closer by their side, hand snaking over and around your waist as they nuzzle your neck.

“Mmm, what did I tell you before to call me, my dear?”

Their lips tickled your neck and you try not to wiggle too much in their hold. “A-Alright, d…darling…” You shyly said.

Meanwhile, as the last of the sun’s light disappeared over the horizon, Caspian never stopped running. He knew that the Emperor wouldn’t let him escape that easily. He was being followed, he knows, and he can’t afford to stop right now.

“Fuck! Damn it! Why?!” He cursed under his breath, eyes tearing up as he remembered the unfamiliar look you gave him when he saw you. “Why? Why? Just why do I fucking mess everything up?!”

But he won’t give up on you, no. He’ll be back to free you from the Emperor’s grasp. To save you and make amends for his gravest mistake…

He'll be back...

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“C-Caspian…?” You said, looking up at your friend as you were held down on the floor by the tyrannical emperor’s subordinates. Your eyes shook as you looked at the violet-eyed man in front of you. “H…Hey, t-this is a j-joke, right?” Your eyes teared up, voice turning shaky at the thought of being betrayed by someone you trusted. Surely he wouldn’t betray you, right? He didn’t lead you into this trap for no reason, right? He wouldn’t just hand you over to the mad, obsessive emperor like this, right? He had a plan to let the two of you escape from here, right? Right?!

Except, he just looked down at you with cold eyes. As if the years you spent together didn’t mean anything to him anymore. As if both your cause didn’t matter anymore.

“Sorry about this bud but we’re all just trying to get by in life, alright?” He said, leaning back on his chair in a relaxed and calm manner. “I get a promotion and become a royal guard and you’ll become the Emperor’s assistant or something. I’m sure they won’t treat you badly if they’re willing to grant anything just to bring you to them unharmed, yeah?”

You started to struggle as the guards began to pull you away. “No! You don’t understand what that tyrant’s like, Caspian!” By now, the tears were already falling down your face. “You don’t understand what kind of monster’s hiding under their mask!”

And yet he doesn’t listen to you anymore, turning away as you were pulled away.

“C-Caspian! Please! Caspian! Help me!” You screamed, but he doesn’t look at you anymore. “Caspian! CASPIAN…!”

And from point in your life there was nothing but pain… pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, p̵̬̞̒̄a̶̢͊î̶̧̍n̷̙̪͊͝,̴̤́ ̴̩͊p̶͚̜̆̃ȧ̸͉í̸̠̳̊n̵̹͑͆,̶̪̉͝ ̵̻̃p̷̰̉̄ä̵͙̞́i̵̢̬̽n̵͍̭͗͐,̷̹̼͑̈́ ̶̣̦̆p̷̞̆͆a̴̢͙̿̔i̵̭̪̋ņ̸͍̕,̸̻̹͗̓ ̶̡̞̐͛p̴̖̥͆a̷͉̿ī̸͖̈n̵͚͠,̶͉̿ ̴̡̓p̴̛͉͝a̸̢̠͌͒ḭ̷̛́ṉ̶̬̈́,̸͈̈́ ̷̢̳̋p̶̏͋͜ä̷̤́ǐ̶̳n̷̗̖̑,̵̡̄́ ̵̘̉̄p̶͕̭̐a̶͎͘i̴̛͇͚ṋ̶̂̐,̴͓̔̆ ̸̻̃̈́b̸̘̻̂e̴̳͖̓ ̴̫̗͆͋ó̸̻̯ḇ̷̊e̴͓̻͌d̴̪͊i̴̼̤̐̊e̶͈͌ǹ̵̙t̵͎̉̑ ̸̜̓n̴͍͕̅̀ö̴͖̝w̸̥͐̓,̸͊̉ͅ ̷̙̻̇̕y̷͂͒ͅo̸̟͆u̶̞̜̾͝'̶̠̂̈ĺ̵̝̦l̷͚͔̓́ ̶̨̞̇l̷̨͉̃͐e̶͖͑͒a̶̤̣̚r̴͍̅͌ǹ̸̛̗ ̸̙̬͛͗t̴̢̀o̷͍͑̓ ̵͈̟͌̎l̶̫̭̿̅o̷͓͋̇v̵̤͑e̵̤͔̊͒ ̷̼̜͐m̵̹͂e̸͕̝̿̈́,̸͇̠́ ̴̺̅ṕ̸͈̓a̷̜̮͛̐i̵̧̚n̶̺͕̑̀,̶̗̼̀ ̴̜͠p̴͓̣̆a̵͕̮͂ḯ̵̗̽n̵͚̎̽,̵̼̅ ̴̠͠p̵͕̝͋͘ḁ̶͂̏i̵̞͛ņ̴̻́̀,̷͈͆ ̴͇͝p̶̭͚͐͒a̴̳̟͗͐i̴̗͇̇͝n̸̢̽̿,̷̣̘́ ̷̰̹̏p̶̤̃̽a̷̟̐̕ī̴̳̱̎n̸̖̓,̵̧̀ ̵̦̙̍p̷͉̀͝a̵̝̾̕i̷͖̫̾͝n̸̥̮̈̓,̶̻͙̍̂ ̷̧̹̓͗p̴̙̏̿a̵̩͘ḭ̶̀͐n̷̳̄,̸̫̊ ̴̣̏s̸̢̖̔͐ŏ̶̧̞ ̵̠̀̆f̸̲̔ě̸̘i̷̪͎͐ş̷̅̓t̸̪̿̈ȳ̴͇̂͜,̶̟͖̈́̓ ̶͉͉̍̂s̴̛̻̝t̵̢͝ị̴̛ḷ̵̎l̴͖͋͗ ̶̲̆ạ̵̚ ̸̗̈́͌l̶̻̻̈́͗o̴̯̊̂t̸̜͓͊̚ ̴̋ͅó̴͕̹͆f̸̥̓ ̸̢̯͛ṟ̷̇̀e̵͖͆͠ŝ̶̡͎̕ỉ̸ͅs̶̯̩̃̄t̸̟̻̄̆á̶̻͈̅ñ̷̙̔c̶̘̗͛e̶̹̦̐̚ ̴̰̍͠i̸͉̍͝n̷͈͖̈́̉ ̷͇̩̌͑ÿ̴͍̼̋o̴̹̓ủ̶ͅ ̷̰̓͊l̶̯͆͑ỉ̶̯̫k̴͙̼̆ę̶̩́͋ ̵̰͖͗̔ť̶̳̪h̴̞̜̾ȧ̶͖̩t̶̟̳̾͘ ̷̻͎̽̏l̶̪͛́ï̴̱t̶̲̝̓t̶͙̫̽l̶͈͊e̴̬͆̕ ̵͖̅r̴̼͇͛̎ḛ̷̡̒s̶̟̭̐̂ỉ̸͍s̷̠̟͗̈́ṱ̷̱͋͑a̷̰͝ņ̵̘͊ċ̷̬͛e̶̛̜͛ ̵͚̓̃ò̸̩͊f̵̓͛͜ ̷̲͑̋ỵ̶͒͜͝o̶̝̓̿ṵ̸̼̒ṙ̷̛̩ş̶̝̍̕,̴̨̀̉ ̷̬̙̔p̴̢̈́a̶͇̖͑͘i̵̬͐n̵̨̉͜,̵̨̗̄ ̵͓̆p̶̜̊̎a̸͈͋i̵̻̎̀ǹ̷̰̰̃,̷͍̄ ̶̨̞̆̾p̴͔̆̋ǎ̵͔̝ī̴͖̹n̵̦̪̓,̸̠̅͠ ̶̠̦̒̈́p̷̧͂͝a̸̗̓ḯ̸̧͈̉n̵̤̤̋,̸̟̈́ ̴̛̥̫p̷̗͐̈a̵̭͗̂i̴̺̠̍n̷̖̞̿,̵̯͗ ̷̞̈́p̴̼͗a̶̯͠į̴͗n̸̹̘̕,̶͈͉̑̑ ̷̮̥̇j̵͔̜́û̸̬s̶̹̈͝t̴̑ͅ ̷̤͈̾s̷̫̿͑ṷ̸̯̾͘b̷̨͈͑m̷̻̿̈́í̵̙̥͑ṫ̵͍̰̚ ̵̟̌̆t̵̐̔ͅo̵͇̅ ̷̝͔͝m̶͈̚ë̶͓̝́͝ ̷͎̓̾a̷͓̺̓n̷̢̬͌ḑ̶̈́ ̴͎̅y̵͍̱̆̂ò̸͍͕͋ũ̴̗ͅ'̷̀̌͜l̶̙̩̑l̷͚̽̊ ̷̱͇͌̈f̴̖̝̾͐o̶̟͌ṙ̴̘͠g̴͇͙̽ḙ̷̅̈́ţ̸̽ ̵̱̣̈̕a̶̰͆l̴̯̠͋l̷͔̯̕ ̸͍̀ö̷̗́̕f̸̼̑͝ ̴͙͗t̸̤̏h̶̤̰̕e̴̩͋̅ ̷̪͌t̶̺̠̐h̶̢̍i̴̛̱͝n̶̼̠̂̋g̷͚̈ș̶̹̈́ ̵̓͜͝t̶̢͚̅̒h̶͈̓a̶̻͍̋̕t̷̳̀ ̷̻́h̷̹̱̽u̶͙̔͜r̶͉̄t̶̫͓́ ̶̢̼̈́y̵̦͖͝o̶̢̓ü̷̬̓,̸̪̀͠ ̸̬̈́͠ď̵̨͉̆e̶͉͓͑̚a̸̟͆r̶͎̕,̵͎̌̃ ̴͍̈̾p̴̘̖͊à̸̞̥ï̶͙n̸̠̦͠͝,̴̛̥͕ ̷̘̑̈́p̴͎̀́a̵̯̳̐i̷̥̥̽̾n̵͈̞̂͒,̷͎̓͠ ̸̮͓̓p̴͕̱̑a̸̢͔̅i̸̼̍n̶̙̥̾̓,̸̨̛́ ̵͎͊̉p̵͔͌á̴̲i̸̪̓n̴͇̊,̴̦̾ ̵͖͗p̵̜̎a̶̭̯̾i̶̳̥̅n̷̩͉̈́,̸̢̼̊ ̵͉̈́͝t̷̬͆͛ḫ̷́i̶̖̇š̷͎ ̴̜̠̃w̶̟͖͗į̴̎ḷ̶̩̾͝l̷̺͋͠ ̸̡̈́̈́ḅ̵̓ẹ̶̡̈́͘ ̶̬̰͒͐m̴͇̝̀̀ǘ̷̗̐c̷̱̬͒h̷̤̕ ̸͚̈́̈́é̵̎͜a̵̞͆ṡ̷̹i̸̺͓̎e̷̺̿́r̸̥̳̆̍ ̸̱̟̌͠i̵̝͂͊f̵̘̣̾͛ ̷̙̹͂͆y̵̬̋͘o̴̜͂͠ũ̴̢ ̵͈͇͐̌j̴̢̓u̷͖̩͒ṣ̴̂t̸͈͖̿͝ ̷̛̝͝s̴̳̓͛u̶̝͚̒b̶̤̈́̿m̴̧̹̿̈í̸̢t̴̛͕̦̔,̷̜̓̓ ̶̨̨̍p̵͚͆ã̴̉ͅi̵̹͔͊͝n̴͓͔͘,̷̤̇͝ ̵͚̞͊p̷̰̎a̴͚̓̉i̸͔͐ņ̵̫͐,̷͓̆̈́ ̴̭͇́̂p̵̺̮̃ȃ̶̡̰̏ḯ̴ͅn̴̙̉͘͜,̷̰̝̌̕ ̷̺̈ͅp̶̗̿a̷̧̞͗ì̸̥̚n̶͍͌̓͜,̸̧̺͝ ̴̺̿p̴̠̯̾â̴͚̪͝ị̵͇͘n̵̩͉̐-̵͚̖͌-̷̦̺̑̆

…until finally, acceptance.

You just loved the Emperor so much, didn't you?

#chickennuggetswritings #yandere #x reader #yandere emperor #yandere emperor x reader #i'm back on my bull and i will be gone once more

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chickennuggetswrites · 2 years ago

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Angel x Demon!Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Raziel (Male)

cw: delusional yandere, racism I guess (or is it speciesism? what do you call it if it’s an angel being racist against demons?), torture (?), established kidnapping, manipulation (but you do it instead), profanity

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"Hello, love. Are you doing alright here? I hope you weren't too lonely without me. I got a bit busy with work."

Great, just fucking great. That crazy maniac was back. You glared at the angel before you as much as you could but that didn’t seem bothered to bother him even a tiny bit. In fact, he seemed quite pleased at the attention he was getting from you. Usually you just ignored him and pretended like he didn’t exist despite his attempts of conversing with you. You scoffed and looked away.

Completely and utterly humiliating… That’s what it was.

You pulled at the chains binding your hands and your feet again in hopes that it would somehow magically break and free you from the accursed place. ‘Your new home’, the angel had announced proudly.

You could still vividly remember the first time when the chains were put on you. Because it was imbued with holy power that was obviously the complete opposite of your own since you’re a demon, it had caused you so much pain that time that it felt like your limbs were slowly being melted and you couldn’t do anything to stop it. Though now, you don’t know if you had just gotten used to the pain or had just become numb to it but it didn’t hurt as much as before. Sure, asking the angel to take off the chains was an option. The bastard would probably be all too willing to take it off of you had you cried and begged but to do that… Fuck, you still had your pride as a demon. The angel can go screw himself for all you care.

“Ah, now, now… Don't tug on the chains, love." The angel chided gently, making you growl at him and the fucking audacity for him to treat you like a lowly mutt. "You won't be able to break those. I made sure to reinforce those as much as I could so you’ll just end up hurting yourself if you pull it too much."

"Go suck a bag of dicks, dickwad." You cursed, voice laced with venom. The angel didn't seem to appreciate your uncouth language and the elegant features of his face scrunched up in dissatisfaction.

"Your mouth is so filthy, as is your entire being, love. You are sinful, wretched…" He said, voice sorrowful as he looked at you in pity. Then he smiled and gave you a consoling look. "But it's alright now, you're here with me. I'll teach you well. You'll learn and forget everything those vile, disgusting demons taught you in its lawless plane of existence."

You scoffed at him and said, "What kind of delusional shit are you on about now? Have you forgotten that I'm one of those ‘vile, disgusting demons’?" Honestly, you wouldn't be so hostile under normal circumstances. It wasn't really a good idea to antagonize your captor but you were at your wit's end. You don't know how long it's been since you've had a conversation with someone else other than this lunatic. He constantly talks to you and tells you that everything he was doing to you was for your benefit, that he had to isolate you from the filth and cleanse you completely so the two of you could be together.

The angel shook his head, his long hair swaying gently with the movement. He approached your vulnerable form and kneeled beside you. He was so close… so, so close. If only you had the energy to lunge at his neck and rip a good chunk of it off (or gore him with your horns had it not been sanded down ‘for your own protection’), you would be content. Consequences be damned. But no, you refused to eat anything and everything the angel gave you because he kept giving you food that was holy in nature. The angel was giving something holy to a demon.

You didn’t know if he was just ignorant or stupid but frankly, you'd rather have no energy than have your guts feel like it’s being melted by acid, thank you very much.

"You are different. Special. You're not like those other demons.” You almost scoffed at this. What was special about you? You were literally just one of the lower level demons residing in hell that a delusional angel managed to kidnap. Eh, well, you guessed that was special, in a way. Specially fucked up, that is.

“You are meant to be pure. To be holy. You have strayed from the right path but I shall guide you back, love. Now that I have successfully cut you off completely from the evil sources, it's time to start the cleansing of your entire being.”

As he said this, he procured a vial into his hand and you stiffened at the sight of the golden liquid sloshing inside.

Holy water, unholy fuck, that was holy water… What the fuck was that bastard going to do to you?

"This is going to hurt me more than it will hurt you but you have to endure it, love. This is for your benefit." He said as he grabbed hold of your chin and pried your mouth open. The angel uncapped the vial and looked at you with a conflicted expression.

Your pupils dilated as you realized what he was going to do and you began to struggle against your bindings. However, you obviously had no strength or energy to resist the much more powerful angel so you just ended up having your wrists pinned above your head when the angel willed the chains that bound your wrists to shorten.

“I know you’re afraid, love, but it’s alright, it’s alright.” The angel was flustered at your clear distress but he still tipped the vial and its content down your mouth anyway.

This maniac was unhinged! Holy water was basically acid for your kind! Is this what he meant by ‘cleansing’ you? This delusional maniac was actually just trying to kill you wasn’t he? He definitely was! Damn it! If you ever get out of here, you were going to rip his pretty face off and throw him down the hottest and fiercest lava pools in Hel–

“Ngk…!” You sputtered as the liquid flowed down your throat. It wasn’t so bad at first, but then the path where the liquid traveled began to burn, as if your throat was being set on fire.

Unholy fuck, it hurts! It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts–

You began to struggle more as the pain began to set in and intensify, forcing the angel to take the vial back to prevent the rest of the contents from accidentally spilling on you. He held you close to his chest and kept a firm grip on your writhing body.

The angel worriedly looked at you and then to the vial in his hands which still had plenty of the liquid remaining in it. He bit the bottom of his lips, looking conflicted, before he opened his mouth and gently encouraged, “Come on, love, just a little more. Just a little more until you finish it all.” He comforted you but you could hear his voice was in distress from seeing you in pain.

Still, even from the pain searing into you, you still had enough consciousness to take a look on the vial in his hand and shit–

You were supposed to drink all of that? Your pupils shook as you cough in pain, trying to force and expel the holy water you still haven’t swallowed.

The angel pressed the mouth of the vial against your pursed lips, encouraging you to open your mouth. Looking at him, you realized that he really seemed determined in having you swallow that… that acid whole. You didn’t want to, it hurt your insides so much!

You had to think of something! Something to stop the lunatic from forcing you to drink it! Forget your dignity, it won’t save you at a time like this!

“R-R…azi…el…” You choked out painfully and you could feel the angel’s body stiffen. Good, you got his attention. Not that it was hard, anyway. This was the first time you had called him by name since he had taken you captive.

Forcing yourself to tear up and start shivering wasn’t hard. It wasn’t really difficult when you were in actual pain. Method acting does suit you. You curled in on yourself, trying to make yourself look more pathetic and vulnerable.

“H…Hurts… no m-more…” You hiccuped, shaking your head as you focused your attention to the vial and acted scared when you saw it. Again, it wasn’t really difficult to do. “R-Raziel… p-please, I’ll b-be go… good…”

You cling to him desperately. “N-No more… h-hurt… I-I’m sor-... s-sorry…”

Raziel, the angel, looked at you with wide, shaking eyes. His breath hitched as he took on your form. You were so vulnerable, so weak… And you were hurt because of him! He had caused this!

Oh, how did he not think of this? Of course it would hurt! He didn’t dilute the holy water enough! How could he have missed such a crucial step?!

He hurriedly banished the vial in his hand away and began wiping your tears.

“Love, it’s alright, it’s alright. I’m here. You don’t have to worry about anything.” The reason why you’re worried is exactly because he’s there. Not like you have the energy to tell him anyway. You were tired and you honestly just wanted to pass out so you didn’t have to deal with him. In fact, it seemed that the sweet, sweet bliss of nothingness was about to consume you as the corners of your vision began to turn black.

It kinda pissed you off having to pass out with the angel’s face so close to you, looking as if he was so close to crying as he cradled your body like he was the one who got forced to drink holy water. We’ll see how the angel likes it when you force him to drink something unholy-- wait no, that sounds so wrong...

Hopefully when you wake up, if you wake up anyway, this’ll all be just a bad dream and you'll be back in hell. You pass out.

Raziel sniffled, trying to hold back his tears, and placed you down gently onto your bed once he noticed that you were sleeping. He checked your breathing, once, twice… multiple times, in fact.

He honestly didn’t think the holy water would hurt you this much! All he wanted was to cleanse you from your unholy attributes. He thought that cutting you off from the demonic sources would lessen your demonic trait enough that you’d be able to absorb the holy water into your body but in the end he had just hurt you!

Pacing beside your bed, he worriedly looked at your form before resolving to call his brother and have him check up on your wellbeing. He didn’t know how big the damage was done on you but he wasn’t going to take any chances!

His brother was a good healer. In fact, he was one of the best healers there was in heaven! He’d heal you up in no time! Raziel knew his brother well enough and knew that he could trust him to keep quiet that he had you, a demon, hidden inside the deep recesses of his home.

Raziel didn’t want to think what the other angels would do to you if they ever find out about your presence in heaven. He didn’t want to even entertain that thought so for now, he’ll make sure you were comfortable in your bed and call his brother as soon as possible.

#chickennuggetswritings #yandere #x reader #yandere angel #demon reader #yandere angel x demon reader #ye should probably just write for yandere #i can't seem to not write anything NOT for yandere

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chickennuggetswrites · 3 years ago

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Yandere Childhood Friend x Monster Reader (G.nxG.n)

A.N: This was supposed to be a little blurb but I got carried away

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They couldn't sleep. The sound of coins wedging through a slot echoed down the hall and into their once quiet room. All the child wanted was to get a much rest as they could to speed up their recovery. They had picked at their blisters so much that it lead to them becoming open wounds: earning the child an elongated stay at the local children's hospital.

Weeks prior, they had fallen victim to a fire apparently caused by faulty wiring in their grandparents old home. Their parents were able to get them out safety, but not without a cost. The skin on their left shoulder and upper back had been burnt away, leaving them with a wide spread, still healing scar. After the initial incident, the child was just bored of their surroundings and wanted to go home. Their parents had promided them if they just rested they could recover quicker - a feat that seemed impossible with that damned noise repeating in their head.

Already troubled by a headache, little Quinn Cooper begrudgingly climbed out of bed to see what was going on. Either the machine was broken and kept spitting out coins, or someone was buying enough treats for the whole hospital. They wrap the thin sheets around themselves and creep towards the door. Poking their head out, they could make out the soft light of the vending machine and the figure hulled below it - wearing the same gown as them.

Quinn shuffles over. As they approach, they can see that the machine is nearly empty and hear the crinkle of wrappers. They grow anxious as they finally come to a stop, looking down at the other child surrounded by a pile of discarded food. They were small; smaller than Quinn themselves who was the shortest kid in their class. Bandages poked from beneath their dress and wrapping around the entirety of their body beside their face. Their movements suddenly come to a halt - limbs twitching as they sniff the air.

The other child stares up at Quinn with large eyes. The lights beside them make their skin luminous. They remain silent, chewing on whatever was in their mouth. The machine finishes processing the most recent command as the two lock eyes. The child turns; reaching into the machine to retrieve the packet of powdered donuts, but instead of ripping the package open with their teeth like ones before it - they offer them to Quinn.

"You hungry too?"

Quinn's exhaustion turns into curiosity. "...What are you doing out here so late?"

"The food they gave me wasn't enough. It tasted funny, but I ate it all and I'm still hungry. They said I could use this thing until I got full.

Quinn glances at their bandages. "What happened to you?"

The child shies away, rubbing their wrist. "I'm... growing, but not like everyone else does. It's too fast... parts of me can't handle it and my skin tears sometimes....It hurts"

Quinn can see tears in their eyes as they mutter. "... please don't stare."

They swallow hard. Quinn had never been one to care much for others, not even their relatives, but they felt something looking into that child's sad, large eyes. They pulls the sheet from around themselves and tuck it over their shoulders. The child flinches, but grows calm as they wipe their face with the cloth."

"What's your name?"

You sniffle. "...Y/n."

That moment forward, the two of you were inseparable during their short stay. Quinn had never had a best friend before then, but they were proud to say that you were theirs. They snuck pudding cups from their meals and comforted you when you had your growing pains. From what they had seen, it was really taxing on you. You lost three sets of baby teeth and outgrew a few gowns, but you still remained small. They chalked it up to some strange medical condition and never pressed you on the matter.

Despite your limited mobility, those were the best years of Quinn's life. What started out as a need to protect someone lower became so much more. They needed to protect you - because they didn't know what they'd do with themselves if you got hurt. You were always so kind and caring to anyone you met. They wished they could be like you, but that generosity was a big weakness. They'd be your shield for as long as possible.

The day of their discharge was like to Quinn's back. You both promised to meet again in the future, if not somewhere before then. Quinn managed to sneak back on your floor one final time after their departure, bringing a camera with them. It would be their souvenir of your friendship along with the wrapper of the first treat you have them. A beautiful memory, even with the shadow that lingered behind you in the final piece.

A decade later, Quinn still thought about you on those lonely nights. Scouring the internet, they held onto that photo looking for anyone who resembled you. They never thought to get your last name, and the hospital wouldn't hand it over even with the background of their inherited occupation. It was more than searching for a little crush, but the yearning for their soul mate. As time ticked on they began to loss hope - until the day they received a lone message one late afternoon.

"Hello?"

It was from a number they didn't recognize. Not uncommon, but usually they left a little more than that.

"What do you want?"

"This is Quinn right? Quinn Cooper, who was hospitalize at nine after an accidental fire at your grandparents?"

Quinn doesn't like were this conversation is going. Especially after finding out that fire wasn't so accidentally.

"Who's asking?"

The person doesn't reply for a while.

"It's me... Y/n."

Quinn nearly drops their phone.

"How did you get this number?"

"I heard people taking about some sort of... cleaning business with that name, and just hoped that it was my old friend. I'm sorry, I'll leave you alone."

"No.. I'm that Quinn. Your Quinn. Can... can we talk on the phone?"

"I'm a little nervous... but we can if you make the call."

Quinn immediately dials the number. The first call goes dead, but they try again and this time- someone answers. Quinn's voice quivers.

"Hi, Quincy. It's good to hear your voice."

It's you. Oh God. It's you. You're the only person they ever let call them by their full name. Your voice is scratcher than they remember, but it's still the sweetest melody to them. They wipe their tears as they speak.

"Hey, Y/n. It's good to hear you too."

You make up for lost time after that; the bond you share as strong as it had been before. Not a day goes by without some kind of contact. They're too afraid to lose lose to let that happen. They keep you I'm the dark about their job, but send you pictures of themselves in every field outside of it. You send some too. You've definitely grown a lot since you were a kid, but they could tell this pictures were from yours teens. Your skin also seemed to be paler than normal - almost grey.

More oddities appeared shortly after. You never sent any recent pictures, and dodged the question when they asked for a video call. There was no doubt in their mind that it was you, but what did you have to hide? Soon, the occasional call or text wasn't enough for them. They had to see you in person.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"Let's...meet up.."

The line goes quiet for long enough they fear you hung up. "I've changed, Quinn."

"That doesn't matter. You'll always be that kid I used to know. The one I've always cared about."

"Can you promise you won't hate me?"

"I could never, Y/n."

"Okay."

Quinn stands outside of a small diner as they wait for you. They wonder if they're overdressed for such a place, and if they're under in regardless to impressing you. They contemplate tossing the roses and sweets they bought for you. Would they make them look like they were trying to hard, or was it just the right thing to get your attention. The biggest thought on their mind was what you looked like now. They knew you'd be beautiful no matter what - but what they got was something they never expected.

"Quinn?"

Their heart explodes at the sound of your voice. Footsteps tell them you've approached and were standing behind them, but they couldn't bring themselves to look. It was like a dream. How did you even get behind them without them noticing? They take a breath, lift their presents up high, and turn to face you - bumping face first into the torso of the creature with your voice.

You were tall. Street lamp tall. If they had a ruler, Quinn would've suspected you were at least eight feet tall. Your body was covered in dark clothing from head to toe, but they could see claws poking from your gloves and your jagged teeth over your scarf as you spoke. Your skin was a few shades shy of onyx, textured in a way that it reflected the nature lights that gave it a blue shine. Quinn's jaw is left on the floor, hand reaching towards their back pocket.

They knew it was too good to be true. It was all some - sick twisted trap by whatever this thing wearing your face was. Even if it did resembled you. Even if their heart did beat a little faster at those glossy eyes - they'd make it pay. Quinn is ready to go in for the kill when it reaches into its pocket, pulling out a single package of powdered donuts. You chuckle bashfully.

"I... hope this is enough to excuse why I've been avoiding this. I'm sure you can see why I have. Apparently, I was never human. They.. don't even know what I am honestly. I thought with this new hairstyle, and seeing me in this clothes, and my appearance as a whole you wouldn't recognize me and you'd hate me, but I've missed you so much too."

Black tears stream down your face." I've been so lonely.. I've always thought of you since they took me from the hospital. I made a bracket out of your hospital band."

You lift your arm to show a beaded bracklet with Quinn's hospital tag wrapped around its string. You begged them for it when you left. There's not a drop of blood on it. The rational part of Quinn's brain tells them your lying, but the suckered in them crumbles seeing you cry - sniffling just as you did back then. They let go of their knife.

"Hey... it's okay." Quinn cautiously apparches you. They barely reach below your chest. They wrap their arms around your tree trunk of a torso, doing their best to comfort you. You try not to burst into tears as they embrace you. Quinn hushes you, rubbing circle into your spine. They have no idea what the hell is going on, but they know for sure now that it's you; and they'll protect like their life depends on it. From themselves, and all the others in their current line of work.

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chickennuggetswrites · 3 years ago

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Prisoner x Reader

Based on @yanderemommabean‘s Prison AU.

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: All characters are gender neutral (I think)

Featuring: yandere, yandere behaviors, identity theft, implied kidnapping, and a cliffhanger

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Tap. Tap. Tap.

The sound of your footsteps echoed loudly throughout the empty corridor. It was almost eerie with how silent the corridor was but such emptiness was normal since it was working hours. All employees were very alert and focused on their assigned inmates. Not a single act of carelessness could be tolerated, especially when they were working in a place like this.

You gave out a shaky exhale, feeling slightly paranoid and looking over your shoulder to see if anyone was following you. There was nobody there, of course, but it seems that your own nerves were getting the best of you. You feel a bit exhausted, feeling a sense of weariness dragging your limbs down with each step you take. Maybe you were getting tired of working here, tired of having to be wary all the time. You don’t even remember the last time you let yourself relax ever since you started working here. That, or maybe your limbs felt heavy because of what you were wearing. It was almost suffocating having to wear a fully body suit inside the prison but it couldn’t be helped. Although there weren’t any rules specifically for this, it was heavily encouraged that the employees’ bodies and faces had to be obscured for their own safety.

See, the Heart’s Desire prison wasn’t just a normal prison, not at all. It was filled with the most cunning, highly delusional, incredibly demented, and utterly lovesick individuals the world had to offer. They were, to say the very least, highly dangerous and not to be underestimated, no matter how seemingly weak the prisoners looked.

Though, as dangerous as they were, they were still under the protection of the law so giving them regular checkups every now and then was well within their rights. Additionally, bringing comfort and care to the prisoners was an absolute must since most of the prisoners somehow had connections with extremely influential people in society whom just so happen to be sponsors of Heart’s Desire prison. Rather than the prison cells looking like… well, prison cells, it looked more like private and furnished rooms one would find in a rich person’s home. The prison itself didn’t even look like a typical prison but more of a huge, shared mansion with a futuristic aesthetic.

It was said that the purpose for the Heart’s Desire prison facility was to rehabilitate the prisoners that were taken in but you had your doubts about that.

… At least the pay’s good.

Tap. Tap.

Well, you’ve finally arrived at your destination, Checkpoint 4-C. From here, the path leads down to the cells where the prisoners were being held.

The prisoners don’t always stay inside their cells. In fact, they could walk around in the facility if they want as long as it was within the permitted areas. But of course, they were still going to be heavily supervised and monitored. The only reason they were forced to stay in their cells for the time being was to prevent any fights from breaking out between the inmates with the same assigned healthcare professional.

There was a lack of healthcare workers in the facility so they had no choice but to be assigned to multiple prisoners. More often than not, the prisoners with the same healthcare employee would fight with each other if they were in the same area. Why do you think was the pay much higher working in the prison facility than by working at a hospital?

Thankfully, you were assigned to only one inmate in the whole Sector C.

You stopped in front of the security booth, nodding at the personnel who were on standby and flashed your identification card to them. There were two people inside the booth, one to verify the employee’s identity and one in charge of opening the mechanical doors that led down to the cells. The buddy system was highly encouraged in the prison ever since a number of employees (and some prisoners even) started disappearing for unknown reason.

Yeah, right… ‘Unknown’ reasons, they say. Although it was just a rumor, you’ve heard a good chunk of people say that Heart’s Desire being a rehabilitation facility was just a facade and its true purpose was to be a place to find your true love. Although those rumors sounded ridiculous, you can’t somehow shake the feeling that there was a smidgen of truth in it.

One of the guards behind the booth leaned close to the microphone and asked, “What’s the password for today?”

“The balloon floats away along with all my hopes and dreams.” You replied without hesitation and the guard gives an approving nod. The guard next to them pressed something on the control panel and you heard a loud ‘click’ as the mechanical door in front of you opened.

What was the password for, you ask? Well, it was to ensure that none of the inmates, who in the off chance should somehow escape their cells, could pose as an employee in the facility. After all, it was really difficult to differentiate who was who when almost all the employees were covered from head to toe during working hours so a prisoner pretending to be an employee in the prison was certainly a likely possibility given the right opportunity. That was why all the employees were given different passwords each day to prevent this from being exploited.

“Doctor! Good morning!”

“Good morning, doctor.”

You heard two voices sound out from behind and you turned around to look. It was your personal bodyguards. No, you weren’t some VIP or higher up in the prison facility. You weren’t the only one who had bodyguards. Employees who were assigned to prisoners always had bodyguards with them whenever they go check on their patients to prevent the more rowdy inmates from acting up.

And just like you, the bodyguards also had most of their figure obscured. They wore thick, padded protective vests as well as dark tinted helmet visors.

You nodded at the two in acknowledgement. “Let’s go and finish this up quickly. I’ve received multiple reports that Inmate 143 has been acting wild lately and I can’t, for the life of me, have them go around trying to fight anyone they see so they can injure themselves and have me have an impromptu visit.” You tiredly said to your bodyguards. Out of all the prisoners you were assigned to, Inmate 143 was the most troublesome.

Your two bodyguards nodded and started to lead the way. It wasn’t long until you three arrived at your destination, with the cell door to Inmate 143 being opened up.

Lo and behold, with a smug grin and a punchable face, Inmate 143 called out to you, “Doctor, you’ve finally arrived! Did you miss me? I hope you did! It’s been so long, you know!~ I was counting the days until you’d visit. Ah!~ I’ve missed you so, so much!” There they were, Inmate 143. They were an extremely chatty one, very sociable and friendly. Additionally, they were also reported to be extremely cunning and had already made multiple connections within the prison along with a fearsome reputation.

You didn't say anything to them and merely inclined your head in acknowledgement. Saying anything to them was a risk. Communication was a risk.

You knew how well the prisoners could get attached to the employees. It already happened multiple times in the facility. Frankly, talking or not talking was useless the moment an inmate got even a wee bit interested on someone. But at least with this method there was a lower chance of them developing their curiosity into affection. Well, hopefully anyway...

Anything to prevent another Incident B-128-4 from happening. That incident was a... mess, to say the least. A very, very bloody mess…

Well, back to the situation at hand. You placed your medical bag down onto the table and silently took out your stethoscope, turning to face your patient. Inmate 143 batted their eyes at you, dramatically and sensually wrapping their arms around themselves.

"Oh, darling! How lewd~ Are we going to have a full body examination?! You won't even take me to dinner? Ah, well, I don't mind really stripping for you! Just say the magic word and it’ll be done in a jiffy!" They exclaimed while shooting you flirty looks.

You didn't say anything and instead turned to look at the bodyguards who immediately understood what you meant. This isn't their first rodeo, after all.

"Be quiet and just stay still. Let the doctor do their job." One of the bodyguards said, their hand threateningly moving to the tranquilizer gun strapped to their waist. Inmate 143 pouted, moving to sit patiently on the edge of the bed as you approached them.

It was a quick examination. There wasn't anything physically wrong with Inmate 143. Their breathing was steady, the heart rate consistent, temperature and blood pressure was well within the normal range, all in all pretty normal diagnostics. If only they were also normal in the mental department then that would’ve been great but, well, you can’t have everything in life.

You resisted the urge to sigh as you began put your tools away, having finished the examination without any hitch. However, you were stopped when Inmate 143 reached out to hold your hands. Their grip was… surprisingly gentle and soft. And despite the thick gloves you were wearing, it was like you could feel the prisoner’s warmth radiating from their palms.

"Leaving so soon?" They asked, tilting their head slightly. A tinge of desperation was present in their voice as they looked intently at the tinted lenses of your mask as if looking hard enough into it would make them be able to see your eyes. What their color was, how they looked at them. Inmate 143 smiled, small and docile. "Please, stay with me for a while, doctor. I don't feel quite right, right here.” They brought a hand up to their chest, right over to where their heart was, but still kept a tight grip on you with their other hand. “Won't you help me deal with this?"

With the way they talked-- so sweet, delicate, and seemingly vulnerable-- you would’ve probably fallen to their charms had you been more naïve and gullible.

Hmm… Too bad for them you weren’t…

You pursed your lips from beneath your mask and frowned but still didn't say anything. The guards, noticing that the inmate had made direct contact with you, raised their tranquilizer guns and commanded with a calm and assertive voice, "Let the doctor go, Inmate 135. Let go or you will face the consequences."

You heard Inmate 135 click their tongue in displeasure, but they let you go of your hands with a coy expression on their face as they watched you continue to pack your things away.

For the most part, Inmate 135 kept silent and just watched you as if committing your entire being into their memory. You hoped that they were just curious. As you were leaving with your bodyguards in tow, you heard them yell, "Come visit me again soon, darling!~ Or else I might be the one who has to visit you!"

You didn't look back or hesitate as the door to their cell closed, willfully ignoring the longing expression on their face.

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A few weeks passed and it was already time for your assigned inmate's check up again. Fortunately, nothing much happened after last time and everything went off without a hitch. You hope today would be the same.

As you were heading into your office after eating lunch, you bumped into the Director.

The Director was a peculiar individual, completely shrouded in mystery. Although they ran and managed this branch of Heart’s Desire rehabilitation facility, they could hardly even be found anywhere. They would only show up whenever they want to. If they didn’t want to be found then it was basically impossible to find them. What more, they always wore a half-mask even on non-working hours so no one really knew what they looked like.

“Why hello there, doctor. On your way for a check-up with Inmate 143?” The Director asked with a smile, adjusting their spectacles. You gave them a quick glance before respectfully nodding. It was best not to upset them.

“That’s good, that’s good.” The Director nodded before a somewhat worried look crossed their face. ‘Somewhat worried’ because you weren’t really actually sure since most of their face was obscured.

“I’m sorry but I may have to delay your visit. It seems that one of your guards won’t be able to join you today. Or ever, for the matter. They’ve decided to transfer to another branch of Heart’s Desire, so unfortunately you’d have to find another guard to fill in your missing spot as soon as you can.”

You frowned at what they said. Applying to transfer for another branch? As far as you knew, your bodyguards were both satisfied with working here. Well, at least that’s what they say. It’s not like you hang out with them after non-working hours. Getting attached to the people working here was just too much of a risk so you tried your best to avoid that. It was better to keep your distance from everyone here.

Additionally, there was also the thing about transferring. If they wanted to transfer, they’d have to inform you a few days beforehand so you could find someone to fill their spot as per company regulations. In the first place, the only one who can spontaneously have them transferred without permission was the… Director… themselves…

…

... Oh.

… They weren’t really transferred away to another branch, were they?

As you slowly came into a realization, you gradually moved your gaze towards the Director who smiled sharply at you, a dark glint entering their eyes. Or was that just their spectacles giving you that impression? You didn’t know but they didn’t seem so pleasant to look at now.

“You understand well, don’t you?” The Director said, tilting their head. “Your ex-bodyguard was just feeling so stuffy working here all the time and they wanted to have a change in scenery.”

You swallowed nervously but tried to keep your expression under control. You couldn’t show any weakness now or else they’ll take advantage of it.

“…Yes.” You looked down. What else could you say? You thought it was just the prisoners but you didn’t expect the higher ups to be the same… Does this mean that the rumors of the facility’s true purpose was real? What a dangerous job you’ve taken…

What can you do against the person in charge of the prison? Nothing, that’s what. Besides, even if you did tell anyone what the Director had done, who’s to say they wouldn’t be the same? You just hoped that your ex-bodyguard was properly being taken care of because there was absolutely nothing you can do for them now.

The Director was pleased by your perception, their expression turning back to their neutral smiling face, and patted your shoulder firmly. “How wonderful! Your quick uptake is the reason why you haven’t been kidnapped yet.” They exclaimed, tilting their head. “Of course, not that I’m hoping for you to get kidnapped. It was just an exaggeration. Mostly, anyway.” They chuckled and patted your shoulder once more before walking past you.

Before they could fully leave, they paused mid-step, seemingly having remembered something and looked over their shoulder towards you. “By the way, I heard Doctor Helerskelt was absent today.”

Just then, a loud, blearing sound screeched and the red beacon lights on the wall started flashing. The speaker turned on and a hurried voice sounded out.

“Hello? Hello? Is this thing on? Ah, it is? W-Well, we would like to inform everyone that there has been a prison breakout in Checkpoint B and C. I repeat, there has been a breakout in Checkpoint B and C. Personnel assigned to Checkpoint B and C are asked not to approach the locations until further notice. Thank you.”

You whipped your head to the Director with wide eyes as they gave you sly smile. “Good luck, doctor, and do watch your back.” They said nonchalantly and walked away despite the flashing red lights.

You cursed under your breath and decided to run to your office to get your things first. Look, you knew that the most obvious plan of action you could do was to get out as fast as you can from this facility and go home but: 1) If an inmate somehow managed to slip past the guards’ radar and followed you back to your home then you were screwed, and 2) Your keycards, which you needed to get in and out of the facility, as well as your ID, which you needed because identity-theft was no joke, were all there. Yeah, you left them accidentally there earlier, so sue you, but you were really hungry and only realized you left those essential things halfway through ordering food in the cafeteria.

Fortunately, you were close to your office and you just had to turn around the corner to reach your destination. Unfortunately for you, when you arrived in front of the door to your office, it was ajar and you could hear the sound of scuffling inside.

You threw it open and blanched at the scene before you. Your office was in a disarray, things strewn about everywhere and knocked to the ground. What caught your attention more was the unknown person in a full-body suit knocking out the inmate who was pinned to the ground with the tranquilizer gun they held on their other hand.

The person turned to look at you, gasped, and gave out a muffled cry. “Doctor! You’re back! Thank the heavens! I saw this prisoner breaking into your office and I was afraid they’d steal something important. Do you have your things with you?”

You didn’t answer and warily looked at them, keeping a hand on the doorknob so you could close the door and gain a bit of head start just in case they rushed at you.

Seeing the suspicion visible on your face, the person raised their hands appeasingly after they placed the tranquilizer gun down on the ground. “Woah, woah, it’s alright! I’m unarmed! You don’t have to worry.” They said with a soft voice, although they were breathing heavily, and fumbled for their pocket to take out and flash their ID at you. “I’m Sam, from Department Y. I was just on my way back to my office when the alarm rang out.”

Although their ID did state their name was Sam, it could’ve been stolen.

You were about to tell them to take their mask off to prove they were really Sam when you heard voices coming from the hallway. It didn’t sound like the guards and it was slowly coming closer to your location.

“Boss, what we gonna do now that we’re out? What if the guards find us? I don’t think we can win in numbers.”

“Yeah, yeah. Them and their damned tranq guns! Been shot by it more times than I can count, it’s getting annoying!”

“Eh, isn’t it because you keep trying to escape? Maybe stop trying to do that?”

“Be quiet. Just take the first employee we see as a hostage. The guards won’t be able to easily apprehend us then. And hopefully I can find my darling first before the guards can intervene.”

“Okay, boss! Great idea!”

It sounded like there were four people talking. You don’t think you can take them all down in a fight. You clicked your tongue and gave a quick look at ‘Sam’ before you stepped into your office and silently closing and locking the door behind you. You slowly backed into a corner and placed a finger in front of your mouth in a shushing motion and ‘Sam’ gave a small nod.

It was a tense few seconds, hearing the blaring alarms ringing as well as the footsteps getting closer. You could hear the doors of the other offices nearby getting opened one by one but it seemed that they were all empty.

You tensed when you saw them try the knob on your door, hearing one of them cuss when they couldn’t turn it. “Boss! This one ain’t opening. Do we hafta open it?”

“Leave it be, we don’t have time to open locked doors. Just focus on finding an easier hostage.”

“Alright, boss.”

Even when they walked away until you couldn’t hear their footsteps anymore, you still didn’t relax. You close your eyes and let out a deep breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“H-Hey.” You jumped, looking with wide eyes at ‘Sam’ who had crawled their way towards you.

“Do you have your keycard with you? I didn’t bring mine since I was with a patient earlier and I’m too afraid to go to my office right now. I don’t mind staying here but I don’t want us to be sitting ducks. What if… what if another group of inmates comes by? And what if they don’t give up even when they find the doors are locked?” They asked worriedly, fiddling with their hands.

You huffed, massaging your temple. This has been a tiring and very stressful day for you and honestly? You just want to go home.

“I do. I left it here but…” You dryly looked around your wrecked office. “You’d have to help me look at it through all these junk.”

The two of you soon began scavenging through the debris. While ‘Sam’ was flipping over the table to look for anything underneath it, you had gotten a rope from the cabinet to tie the unconscious inmate up with incase they woke up earlier than expected. Why would you have a rope in your cabinet? Well, why not? It was useful!

Just as you dragged the tied up inmate to the corner of the room so they didn’t become a tripping hazard, you stepped on something. You stepped back and looked down to see an ID card. Picking it up, you assumed that it was yours and you were about to pocket it but then your eyes widened as you see the name printed on it. The ID belonged to someone named Sam Helerskelt, from Department Y.

“By the way, I heard Doctor Helerskelt was absent today.”

Ah, shit… It was Inmate 143 inside the room with you, wasn’t it?

The Director knew that there was going to be a breakout today, didn’t they? They knew specifically that Inmate 143 was going to after you with a stolen ID.

‘Damn it! Don’t tell me they gave Inmate 143 the ID? In the first place, how did they even get a full body suit? Did the Director give it to them?’ You furiously thought as you tried to calm your rapidly beating heart. You looked around for the tranquilizer gun that Inmate 143 had seemingly put down earlier but it was nowhere to be seen. Shit… You were royally screwed.

Inmate 143 was blocking your way to the door. You weren’t confident you could run to the door without tripping over something along the way and unlock it and then open it to run outside. The door swung inwards and that’d give you a bit of delay and seeing from how quick Inmate 143 pulled out and shot the tranquilizer dart on the other inmate earlier, your chances off escaping were very, very low.

You hear ‘Sam’ say something in a low voice. Although it was muffled, you definitely hear them say, “…So that’s what your full name is…”

You turned to looked at them. It seemed that they found your ID. Where all your personal information was on. Great, just great.

You pursed your lips and steeled yourself. You don’t know how well you can act but you hoped it was going to be convincing enough.

“Hey, did you find my keycard? We won’t be able to get out of the facility without it.”

You have to get out of here without letting them know that you know who they are, and get the guards as soon as possible. And if they figured out you knew who they were before you can ask a guard for help? Well, hopefully the hallways outside gave you enough space to dodge a tranquilizer dart. You weren’t going down without a fight…

#chickennuggetswritings #yandere #x reader #yandere prisoner #yandere inmate #yandere prisoner x reader #yandere inmate x reader #i should probably just turn this blog into a yandere blog seeing as i seem to be only writing yandere characters at this point #also the cliffhanger stays a cliffhanger because my brain cannot anymore #i had this in my drafts for like #a few weeks now??#might as well post it

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chickennuggetswrites · 4 years ago

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chickennuggetswrites · 4 years ago

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Co-worker Bestfriend x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Co-worker Bestfriend (Gender Neutral)

Featuring: yandere, a bit of derealization, a bit of stockholm, unreliable narrator, blood and violence but not much

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You opened your eyes and looked up at the nearby clock up a wall. It ticked mockingly at you.

Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!

There it is again. The sound of that blasted clock, grating your ears as it continued on ticking monotonously. Endlessly. Drowning your thoughts out as it went on and on and on…

Click! Clack! Click! Clack!

It wasn’t any better with the typing sounds of the keyboards ringing out from your surroundings. You look down at your hands hovering over your own keyboard. The text cursor in your screen monitor blinking at you from the blank page of the document you had opened. You knew you probably should get back to work but you just couldn’t get your fingers to type anything. Your mind was drawing a blank.

You hated it here. You hated being stuck in your small cubicle. It’s suffocating and tiring. How long have you been working now? The time showed you that it’s only been four and a half hours, around 11 am, but why does it feel like you’ve been here for much longer than that?

“Ya tryin’ to summon words on your document with your mind?” A familiar voice sounded out that snapped you out of your stupor and you looked up to the right to see your best friend and co-worker leaning over gray cubicle wall, the circle under their eyes as prominent as always. “You’ve been spacin’ out for, like, five minutes now. Ya alright?” How would they even know how long you were spacing out anyway?

“You look like shit.” You absentmindedly told them. It seemed that your mouth filter wasn’t working properly today. You don’t even think it was working at all. In response, your best friend just winked playfully at you, a tired smile on their face, and said, “At least I look like hot shit, and I can say ya don’t look too far off.”

You paused and look down, trying to process what they just said. A minute later, you let out the quietest, “…I look like shit?”

You sounded somewhat pitiful and sad that your best friend couldn’t help but raise their brows at you and shook their head at their attempt at flirting falling flat. Seems like you were really out of it. They leaned their head on their arms that they draped over your flimsy cubicle wall and hummed in thought.

“You’re really spacin’ out a lot, lately. Say, why don’t we take an early lunch break and go to the cafeteria to keep our energy up? After that, if we still have time, we can go to the break room and take a quick power nap. Sounds good, yeah?”

Yeah… yeah, that sounded especially good. So good that you didn’t really protest as your best friend practically dragged you out the office.

“Ugh, you know Jenny from the IT department? She…”

“…great idea but still lacking in…”

“Joe, my man! How’s the missus?”

“…can’t. I still have to go to…”

Everyone’s chattering sounded like static buzzing annoyingly in your ears, useless and always repeating. You’re sick of it. You’re sick of hearing it.

As you were led through the hallways, passing by countless of faces that you couldn’t really comprehend, you looked over to you and your co-worker’s intertwined hands.

Somehow you felt slightly conflicted seeing this. It’s not that you hate having your hand clasped together with them, but it’s more of a… you couldn’t really put it to words. You don’t know what you’re feeling or why you’re feeling this way but you know, somehow, that your best friend was the only constant in your life and you need to hold on to them tightly and refuse to let them go. You don’t want them to disappear… You don’t want to be alone…

You tighten your loose grip, seeing their shoulders slightly tense before slumping. It seemed that they didn’t expect you to do that. The two of you continue on quietly moving through the crowd. You drown out your surroundings and sink into your thoughts.

By the time you snap out of it, you were already sitting down on one of the cafeteria tables with your favorite food, hot and steaming, ready to be eaten in front of you. Your best friend must have ordered it for you. Probably noticed how out of it you are today. They were seated across from you, already eating their own food with fervor.

It’s sweet that they know you enough to know your favorite food. And to order it for you with their own money. You mentally note to pay them back later.

You looked down at your own food. You couldn’t wait to dig in. It looked delicious. It looked beautiful. It looked… It looked… disgusting…

You had no appetite. You didn’t want to eat it. You even felt slightly sick from just looking at it so you lightly push it away from you.

Seeing this, your friend furrowed their brows, mid-bite. “What’s wrong? Ya don’t feel like eatin’?” They put their utensils down and quickly moved over to you in worry, trying to see what was wrong.

You tried to reassure them, “No, ah… It’s just that… just that I don’t feel like eating anything heavy today… I’d prefer something light like… soup, I guess.” You say and lean back on your chair, shoulder slumped. You were so tired… Seeing you like this, your best friend took your hand and tugged you lightly.

“C’mon, let’s go.” They said and you blinked in confusion. “Go where?”

“To the break room, duh. Gonna, gonna have ya lay down on the comfy couch there. Get that good, good z’s.” You gazed over to their unfinished meal with a questioning look. They waved their hand dismissively and said, “Nah, I’m already full! Full as a horse. Horseful.”

You slightly laugh at their nonsensical joke. Feeling tired, the sound of lying down on the couch for a quick nap was very tempting. You nodded at your best friend and let yourself be dragged off again.

You blinked, and suddenly you found yourself in the break room, your head on their lap. They were playing on their phone, too busy to notice that you were awake. You looked over at the clock on the wall. It was already 2:24 pm. When did the time go so fast? What happened? Wasn’t it lunch break just now?

Your friend seemed to have noticed the movement of your head when you tried to look up at the clock. They smiled down at you, putting their phone aside. “Yo, ya awake? I was gonna win the game. Gonna pew, pew, shoot the enemies and win. But you’re more important. How ya feelin’?”

You blinked slowly up at them, and slightly tilted your head. “…When… did I-- we get here?”

“Hm?”

“Here… um, on your lap?” You start unsurely. “Weren’t we just…at the cafeteria just now? How did we get here so fast?” Your friend gave you an odd look and put a hand on your forehead to feel for your temperature.

“Ya have a fever, buddy? We walked here and then ya pulled me on the couch with ya and then slept on me. My leg’s all numb now but you’re like a cat and it’s the very important golden rule to not move and wake up a cat when it’s sleeping.”

“Oh…I don’t remember doing any of that…” Was all you said, ignoring the cat comment. You quietly added, “…Is there anything wrong with me…? Nothing feels real anymore… I don’t feel real anymore…”

Your best friend didn’t say anything, expression turning neutral as they moved a hand to your head and patted you again and again, as if telling you everything was alright. The rhythmic motion made you feel drowsy and you found your eyelids getting heavier. Just as you let unconscious take you, you faintly heard your friend say, “The bossman must’ve been workin’ ya too hard… Must be their fault you’ve been outta it today… I knew it. It’s all their fault… But don’t worry, I’ll take care of them later. You’ll feel better soon…”

And with that, you close your eyes and--

…

Everything was eerily quiet.

You opened your eyes and automatically looked at the clock up on the wall. Although the room was dark, you could barely tell that it was already midnight. The lights were turned off and you couldn’t hear the hustle and bustle of people walking out in the hallway, which was odd in itself since the company was usually still active at this time. What’s more, your friend wasn’t anywhere in the room. It seemed they had up and left earlier without telling or waking you up.

You frown, a sinking feeling pooling in your stomach as you stand up. You walked over and opened the door slightly, peering out from the small gap. It was completely dim, aside from a small light source down the hallway that illuminated it eerily. It made the hallway look like a scene you would see from a horror movie.

Where was everyone? Where was your friend? Why did they leave you here alone? You felt slightly hurt by this. Until you remember what your best friend had said earlier.

“Must’ve gone to the boss’ office…” You muttered to yourself, peering out at the hallway once more. Although your mind was telling you to sit down and just wait for your friend to come back, that they hadn’t left you and was just doing something important right now and was going to come back to you once they were finished, you stepped out into the hallway.

Your footsteps echoed loudly into the night. A part of you was telling you to turn back now before it was too late but you forced yourself to go on. There was absolutely no one in sight and the office seemed to be in disarray. Computers, papers, and small things were scattered all over the floor, as if people had hurried out of here without mind to what they bumped into.

You looked up at the clock. What could have happened here in a span of about 11 hours to turn this place into something akin to a ghost town? And why weren’t you informed?

You blinked and, just like earlier, you were all of a sudden standing in front of a set of double doors. A double door that led to your boss’ office. Your hand was hovering over it, looking like you were just about to knock. You let it fall on your side.

The feeling of uneasiness started to rise in your gut. Something in you was telling you to turn back, that it still wasn’t too late. You ignored this, gripping the door handles and turned.

Bloody. It was so, so bloody. The walls and the floor were splattered with crimson. Your boss’ lifeless corpse on the ground, a pool of red surrounding them, looking maimed beyond recognition. And your best friend… your best friend was beside the body, a bloody and dented fire extinguisher that they had used to beat your boss up into a pulp falling down on the grounding, clattering loudly, as they looked at you with wide eyes. They clearly didn’t expect you to suddenly show up

“You-! You weren’t supposed to—How did you even—“ They held their bloody hands out to you, panic visible in their expression. “Wait, wait, d-don’t run! This—This isn’t what you think it is! I promise I’ll explain so p-please don’t…” You blinked, static ringing in your ears. You… Why didn’t you feel anything? Seeing your friend like this? Seeing that they had killed your boss? In fact, you almost felt… relieved? That they were here, perhaps? That they hadn’t left you?

You didn’t know and you didn’t have time to ponder as aside from the static in your ears, you could hear the sound of ticking clock again. It was getting louder and louder and you found yourself being unable to breathe.

You looked up at your friend. Their mouth was moving but you couldn’t seem to hear them. You wonder if they thought that you were scared of them? They probably did with how you were reacting. They probably thought that they caused it.

They seemed to have noticed that you were hyperventilating and just as they rushed over to you in worry, you close your eyes.

The deafening static subsided and all that was left was the ticking.

You opened your eyes and looked up at the nearby clock up a wall. It ticked mockingly at you.

Tick! Tock! Tick! Tock!

There it is again. The sound of that blasted clock, grating your ears as it continued on ticking monotonously. Endlessly. Drowning your thoughts out as it went on and on and on…

Click! Clack! Click! Clack!

“…Why did you leave me?” Was what you said, hurt in your tone. They seemed taken aback by your response. “W-What?”

You blinked as your brain caught up with what you said and you shook your head. What were you saying? Huh, seems like you were really out of it right now.

“Nothing, nothing. I just… I think I dozed off for a moment there.” Your friend just raised a brow but didn’t question it.

Yeah… yeah, that sounded especially good. Though, why did it feel like you’ve heard this before? Multiple times, even…

Your friend continued, “Oh, and we can get some soup if you don’t feel like eatin’ anything much today. There’s yummy, yummy soup in the cafeteria. I’m sure it can make ya feel all better again!”

You whipped your head up upon hearing this. Seeing them smile at you, that same tired smile that they always graced you and only you, you couldn’t help but slowly give them a smile of your own.

“Yeah, that sounds… that sounds great. Maybe I can even lay my head down on your lap later, if you don’t mind? Or if you want, you can lay your head down on my lap?” You teased, taking great pleasure in seeing their eyes widen.

“W-Whoa, really?” They say excitedly, flustered and face red. “This has got to be, like, the best surprise ever. Very unexpected, very surprise. Can’t believe I unlocked the good ending!” Although you didn’t have any idea what they were saying, you found yourself laughing at their actions.

You held your hand out towards them and smiled. “Let’s go to the cafeteria, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah!”

They took your hand and clasped them together. They were warm. You felt complete.

#chickennuggetswritings #yandere #x reader #i got inspired to write this when i saw manlybadasshero play Overtime (a demo game by turnip_liker)#all i can say from that is josiah is bae #please give more josiah content

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chickennuggetswrites · 4 years ago

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Divorced Parent Reader x Yandere Ex-Wife’s Spouse (x Ex-Wife)

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Ex-Wife (Female), Ex-Wife’s New Spouse (Gender Neutral)

Featuring: yandere, creepy behaviors, mentions of poly relationship, *gasp* platonically(?) living in one house?!

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Your family and friends knew you and your ex-wife as a loving couple, having moved in together when the two of you finished college and got jobs to support yourselves. They would tell you that the two of you were both such sweethearts and thought you two were the most perfect couple so perhaps that’s the reason why everyone was so surprised by the divorce. No, it wasn’t because of any fights the two of you had or any reason, actually. You barely even fought at all, often communicating with each other to avoid unnecessary arguments or fights. The reason for the divorce was… nothing much. You two just didn’t feel the same way you did back then when you were young as years went by.

Of course, you and your ex-wife stayed friends after the divorce and still remained in the same house. It was like living with a roommate who was also your best friend, who also happened to be your ex-wife. Some people thought it was weird but, well, who cares about what they think? It was also the best option since housing prices were kind of expensive and the fact that you two could take turns in taking care of your daughter.

Whether she was biological or adopted, the two of you didn’t care and loved her with all your heart. She was a quiet and thoughtful child. When you and your ex-wife told her about your divorce, she calmly asked if she wouldn’t be able to see one of you ever again since you were breaking up but the two of you patiently explained that you were still staying together in the same house, just not married. She seemed content by that answer and went back to quietly playing house with her dolls. You and your ex-wife just looked at each other and shrugged. Sometimes, kids were just more mature and understanding than what others take them for. You two take turns babysitting your daughter when the other had free time.

Recently, you noticed your ex-wife going out more than usual outside of her work hours. Apparently, a co-worker from her job was frequently taking her out for dinner. Hearing the door opening as your ex-wife arrived home late at night once again, you gave her a cheeky grin and tried to subtly peek through the window curtain that oversaw your front yard.

“What are you doing?” She asked in amusement, eyebrows raised as she placed her bag down on the coffee table. You waved your hand at her dismissingly as you squinted and tried to make out the figure in the streets who entered a sleek-looking car that soon drove off into the distance. You huffed and threw yourself down on the couch with an arm dramatically draped over your forehead, “Man, I couldn’t even get a look at your lover.”

Hearing this, your ex-wife blushed and flustered, rolling her eyes at your theatrics. “We’re just colleagues, you idiot.” She said with no heat behind her words. “They took me out to dinner after work but I didn’t realize it had already gotten so dark. They decided to escort me home.” Yeah, you remember she texted you earlier that she was working overtime to help with the company project. You texted her to tell you if she was done so you could pick her up but it seemed like it wasn’t needed with her suitor.

You looked unconvinced by her words, crossing your arms, and teasingly said, “Mmm, yes, just colleagues, I see. Dinners just for the two of you, constantly going out on weekends, being gifted presents, and making sure you were sent back home and you’re still just colleagues? Wow, your dating game’s broken. Get better at it.” She lightly punched you on your arm. “Well, I at least want to take it slow unlike whatever happened with ours.”

Yeah, she had a point. The two of you just… kind of happened. There was no confession or anything like that. You two just became close after knowing each other and didn’t even notice that you were acting like a pair of lovers until your classmate pointed out that you two made such a cute couple. At that time, the two of you just looked at each other in confusion, asked if you were dating, figured out that you probably were, and then decided to go out on the weekend. It was wild.

Your daughter came pitter-pattering down the stairs, one hand rubbing an eye while the other held on to the railing. You ex-wife immediately scooped her up and kissed her forehead. “Hello there, sunshine. Is there something wrong? Did you need anything?”

Your daughter sleepily squinted and then smiled up at her. “Welcome back, mama. I just felt thirsty. Wanted something to drink…” You pat her head and ruffled her hair when she was let down. She immediately went over to the kitchen to get herself a glass of water when, not even a step in, she let out an alarmed squeak. The two of you immediately walked over and looked into the kitchen. Nothing was amiss.

“What’s wrong, sunshine? Did you see a cockroach?” Your ex-wife wrinkled her nose at the thought of it. Your daughter shook her head, pointing at the slightly-opened window, looking unsure. “I-I think I saw someone there…” She said shakily. “Just outside…”

You and your ex-wife looked at each other and you dashed over to the window to lock it while also peering outside to see if there was anything out of place. There was nothing there.

“Have you locked all the windows and the doors in the house?” Your ex-wife asked, hugging your daughter gently and trying to calm her down. Her attempt seemed to be successful as your daughter soon stops shaking but she still looked pale and still had an iron grip on her mother’s sleeve.

“’Course, I do. Don’t want any animal getting in or anything.” You said, frowning. “But I’ll just go double-check, just in case.” She nodded.

After making sure that the house was shut tight and completely locked, you three decided to stay in one room to sleep for the night, sandwiching your daughter in the middle. A pair of bat was under your bed and your phones were by your bedside drawers where the two of you could easily reach just in case the person your daughter saw was real and not just a product of her sleep-addled brain. None of you noticed the pair of eyes looking at your sleeping forms through the gap of the door that led to the hallway.

The next day comes peacefully, and the next, and so on, so forth. The small incident was thrown at the back of your mind as the three of you resumed your daily living. At some point, your ex-wife finally hooked up with that colleague of hers that kept taking her out and decided that she was going to introduce the two of you. She thought it was better to get the ‘I’m living with my ex-spouse’ thing out of the way first before getting deep into the relationship since she knew that some people might find it weird that someone was living with their ex-spouse and misunderstand something.

On the day you two were supposed to meet, you were just about to prepare lunch for them before they came home but it seemed that they arrived earlier than you expected. Seeing the two people by the entrance, you raised your brows.

“Ah, welcome back.” You greeted and turned your attention to your ex-wife. “I thought you were going to come home a bit later.”

Your ex-wife laughs lightly and pats the arm of the person beside her. “I thought so, too, but when I told them about our situation, this fella right here really wanted to meet you.” You looked over to them with a smile on your face and nodded, holding out your hand which they took easily.

“Hello there, nice to meet you. I’m glad to meet the person who made her heart beat.”

“Likewise. I just wanted to see who my girlfriend’s ex was. You… seem like a nice person.” They say with a serious and stoic face, although you notice that their grip became firmer for a moment before they let go. You paid this no mind, waving their frigid attitude in your mind. Instead, you focused your attention towards the kitchen counter where the vegetables were, ready to be chopped.

“I was going to cook lunch for us but you arrived too early.”You chuckled. “Mind waiting for a bit?”

Your ex-wife looked at the clock on the wall and said, “Well, there’s still time until lunch and-“She gasped when she remembered something. “Oh! I forgot! Our daughter’s classes is half day today, right? We need to pick her up from school.”

“Oh, right!” You exclaimed as you moved to untie your apron. “Alright, just give me a minute and I’ll—“

Your ex-wife stopped you, shaking her head. “Oh, no, no. I’m going to be the one who picks her up. You two,” She says, clasping her lover’s arm and moving them until they were sitting beside you. “—are going to be the ones cooking. Get to know each other and all so, y’know, there’s no…” She trails off but you both understood what she was implying.

Her lover scratches their cheek and gives her a small smile. “Well, I don’t mind, especially if I can cook for you.” They say and your ex squeals, leaning in to kiss them on the lips before heading out.

“Play nice, you two!” She said, grabbing the car keys and heads out the door. Not a second later, silence engulfs both you and the other that it felt almost suffocating so you hesitantly pointed towards the kitchen. “So, uh, want to help me cut the ingredients up? You can chop the meat while I do the vegetables.”

You didn’t know if it was the trick of light or not but their gaze seemed to look cold for a moment but when you blink, the chilly glint in their eyes was gone as if it didn’t exist… It was probably just a trick of the light. At least you hoped it was.

They nodded all stiff towards you. “Alright.”

“Great!” You entered the kitchen, with them following behind, and went over to the counter where the vegetables were, back facing them. “There’s an extra chopping board right next to the knife block.” You heard ruffling of clothes behind you but you paid no mind as you started on the first vegetable. “The meat’s by the sink, by the way.”

Chop! Chop! Chop!

“So, how’d you two meet?” You casually asked. An attempt to start a conversation, really. You didn’t like it when it was too quiet.

They didn’t speak for a moment, just the sound of their footsteps going to the left where the knives were located. You heard them take a knife out of the block as they spoke, “I met her when she presented a proposal at the company meeting. Never really talked much to her at first but I got to know her better when I was assigned with her on a company project. Well, I guess from there I just…” Their tone seemed to shift to something softer and doting. “…sort of fell in love with her.”

You hummed in interest, the sound of chopping reverberating loudly in the kitchen. “I can see why you would. She was always passionate even in high school, y’know. Especially when presenting her reports. Used to do all-nighters with her just to finish projects. She’s just motivating. I can see why you would be enamored.” You say. “Is there anything you particularly like about her?”

“Everything. Her hair, her eyes, her smile, her personality, her everything…” Well that was a quick answer… You chuckled lightly but accepted their answer either way. They sounded sincere.

“I’m glad,” You sighed with a smile on your face. “You know she talks about you a lot to me. From how she described you, you seem like a nice and helpful person.” There was a period of silence so you opened your mouth once more. “I’m glad she has someone she can grow old with. I was kind of worried that she, uh… she didn’t want to be with a relationship because of me or something…”

“…Aren’t you her spouse?”

“Correction, ex-spouse. I was happy to have her as my wife but I’m just as happy to have her as my best friend. We may have clicked off at the start and while the things we felt for each other back then doesn’t compare to now, I’m still happy this way.”

“Then… why are you two still living in the same house?”

You couldn’t hide the incredulous tone seeping into your voice. “Are you kidding me? House prices are through the roof! Plus we still have our daughter to look after. We figured living in the same house would be more efficient when taking care of her. Also, it’s rather easy to co-parent this way than moving her from place to place.” You paused in thought and hummed. “Oh, you’re also here now and that means another parent to take care of her! We can take turns whenever the others are busy, hehe. We’re just like a big, happy family!”

There was another moment of a silence before…

“A-A… family, huh?” Your ex-spouse’s lover’s voice sounded oddly giddy at that, muttering in an almost reverent tone. “A big, happy family… Happy family… Us? I-I… wow… A big, happy family…huh…Family…”

Confused by their behavior and why they kept repeating their words, you looked over your shoulder. They were standing in the middle of the room with a knife in hand, chopping board missing, but they seemed to be in a daze, an expression of pure bliss on their face.

You raised a brow and pointed at the chopping board that was leaning against the wall. They must’ve not seen it…

“The chopping board’s right over there.” This seemed to snap them out of their thoughts and they looked over to you with an expression like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide and shocked, that you couldn’t help but choked with laughter.

“Ah, what’s with t-t-that e-expression?” You say in-between peals of laughter, clutching your stomach. “I-I’m so s-sorry f-for laughing. Y-You just looked s-so adorable!”

Their cheeks seemed to color from your words but you couldn’t see anything properly because you were too busy laughing from the whiplash of seeing the other’s personality. They looked stoic and serious earlier but it seems that they were truly just shy and easily startled. They even got happy at the thought of being a family. Slowly, your laughter died down and you wiped your tears away.

“I-I…’m s-sorry. I just…w-wasn’t expect-ing t-that…” You let out. They just turned their flustered face away, mumbling something under their breath and went over to swipe the chopping board from the counter.

Cooking was a peaceful affair after that. Soon, your ex-wife and your daughter arrived to a warm, delicious stew at the dinner table which you all ate happily.

A few weeks passed by and your ex’s lover integrated themselves into your lives, smooth as a butter. They practically were already your daughter’s third parent, what more could you ask for? Not only did they help her with her school work, but they also helped you and your ex-wife clean, cook, and even do chores around the house. They were practically living here already.

In fact, just a few days ago, they finally moved into your home. Luckily, you had a spare bedroom to move in so both your ex and they can sleep together. It was also convenient for your ex-wife since the two of them go to the same company so now she has someone to drive her to work with as well as back home.

Though, you and your ex-wife did notice something in their behavior. Every time the two of them came home, they’d bring flowers. It was a sweet gesture on hindsight, really, but it’s just that… they’d give you a bouquet of flowers too, along with your ex-wife. This didn’t only apply to flowers but gifts as well. Lately, they’ve also even proposed to the three of you hanging out together, to get dinner, or go to the amusement park or something.

Once again, while your ex-wife and your daughter were in your school for that parent-teacher conference, they approached you, holding two bouquets of flowers. They gave you one of it.

You accepted the bouquet with a strained smile. Noticing this, their brows immediately furrowed and they asked, “What’s wrong? Do you dislike it?”

You sighed, shaking your head and gave them a smile to reassure them. “No, I quite like it but…” You start, “Look, are you, like, interested in me or something? I mean, I don’t want to presume but whenever you give your girlfriend a gift or flowers, you also give me one. You even go far as to ask me to hang out with you two when you’re supposed to be on a date together.”

With each word you say, their cheeks got redder and redder. Ah, looks like you were spot on. “I-I just…” They stuttered, their face redder than a tomato. They attempt to hide this by holding the other bouquet of flowers in front of their face. “…found you a-appealing, too.”

You chuckle lightly. “That’s sweet but I’m not really interested in a polyamorous relationship.” You pause before continuing to clarify. “Not that I have anything against it! I’m just… not looking for a relationship right now, you see? I guess I’m more focused on work and taking care of our daughter so, um… I’ve kind of got no time for relationships right now. And besides, don’t you have to talk to your girlfriend about these kinds of thing first? I’m sure she already knows your intention and she’s just waiting for you to get comfortable enough to tell her.” You say gently and try to reassure them. “You can tell her, though. She won’t get mad, I think, but she will try to understand your point of view so it’s better if you tell her. Trust me, I’ve known her for years.”

They scratched their head nervously and nodded shyly at your advice. “Y-Yeah. Thank you. I, uh, didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“Oh, no, you didn’t! I’m flattered really!” You smiled. You were about to say more when you heard the door open, accompanied by your ex-wife’s laughter and your daughter’s exclamation of, “We’re hoooome!”.

You perk up, nodding at the person in front of you with an encouraging gaze, and went out of the room to greet them.

“Hello there, sweetheart! How was school?”

“Well, it was…”

Seeing you leave the room, your ex’s lover’s facial expression drops. It didn’t seem like their plan went all too well. They were planning on kidnapping the two of you, along with your daughter, and lock all of you away had you reacted negatively about their advances. Though, it didn’t seem like it was needed… for now, at least. You didn’t seem to reject or accept them. So, that meant there was a chance, right?

Initially they had planned on, how to say this politely, taking you out of the picture when they realized that you had been living with their girlfriend. Much more when they heard that you two were ex-spouses. Especially when they learned you two even had a daughter. But, of course, they were someone who wasn’t irrational. Making you disappear wouldn’t have a good effect with their relationship with their girlfriend and your daughter. They didn’t want them to be unhappy if they want to become their family.

Technically, they had been planning on meeting you first, and then gradually plant doubt and uncertainty in their girlfriend’s mind about your ability to be a good parent for your daughter. They were even planning on persuading both her and the child to move out and live with them. Now, though, perhaps that was unnecessary… You didn’t seem all too bad. And they certainly wouldn’t mind now if you and your ex-wife decided to get back together. As long as they were there, of course.

It was better to stay here so they can… keep an eye on everything that you both do. They were very determined in making sure that you became a big, happy family. And that included you.

#chickennuggetswritings #yandere #x reader #why does everything i touch turn yandere? *sobs*#why did i write this you ask again?#my answer has always been and is always is 'it do be like that sometimes'#honestly just tried to work on schoolwork but then brain said brrrrr write time haha no work just write haha

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chickennuggetswrites · 4 years ago

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Read Me!

Yo! Hello there. I see you’ve somehow arrived here. You can call me Chicken, Nuggets, or Chicken Nuggets. Welcome to my blog! I like chicken nuggets and I write stuff and sometimes draw!

I try to make the reader as gender neutral as possible so everyone can enjoy it cause I know how disorienting it feels when you’re reading something and enjoying it, then midway through it’s revealed that the reader apparently has this specific gender assigned to them.

(Remember to clarify if the reader is male, female, or gender neutral, my friends!)

I also try to make the (romanceable) characters gender neutral so you can think of them as someone of the gender you’re attracted to!

Otherwise, I will clarify in the writing if the character or the reader has an assigned gender.

That being said, I don’t really write for any fandom cause I never really quite grasp characters and their personalities and behaviors, and I’m not really into a lot of fandoms anyway, so there’s that.

Also, I do writing as a hobby so I’m probably not gonna be constantly posting stuff here. Please bear with me.

Anyway, that’s all I have to say! Hope you enjoy my stuff!

Status: Still alive but not as active in this blog, hehehe. Possible request?

Masterlist

[Last Updated: January 08, 2023]

Eldritch x Reader

Divorced Parent Reader x Yandere Ex-Wife’s Spouse (x Ex-Wife)

Co-worker Bestfriend x Reader

Prisoner x Reader

Male Angel x Demon Reader

Unimportant Little Thoughts (Emperor x Reader)

#chickennuggetswritings #read me #masterlist

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chickennuggetswrites · 4 years ago

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Eldritch x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral

Characters: Eldritch Being (Gender Neutral)

Featuring: soft yandere, mind and perception manipulation, dubious consent

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The leaves crunched underneath your shoe with each step you took into the forest path. It wasn’t often that you went home this way. Usually, you would just ride a bus or taxi back home but for the past few days, every time you went in or even attempted to go in a vehicle, its engine would suddenly stop working or there would be some kind of technical malfunction until you got off it. It had occurred too often and too much to a point that vehicle drivers remembered your face and would refuse to let you ride in their vehicle. You get why they had to do it. They had to make money somehow, and it got to a point where walking home was the better option for you. Even then, it still wasn’t the best so now you were back here again.

“Hoo…” You exhaled, shivering from the cold morning air, as you grumbled something under your breath, and continued walking. Once you get back home, you were going to immediately flop down your bed and sleep all day.

It wasn’t that this forest path you were passing through was new to you. You’ve been here before, y’know. It’s just that… you felt weird and overwhelmed every time you were here. Maybe you were just thinking too much or just felt paranoid but there was that constant feeling of being watched by something hidden in the trees that you opted out going down this path and instead began to commute. It started normally enough at first, and the vehicles wouldn’t break down when you were in it but obviously that didn’t last long.

Well, aside from that, the path was actually a good shortcut. Somehow, whenever you passed through here, you always arrive at your destinations faster, much faster than if you used a bus, even. Although, hmmm… something about that sounds odd but you can’t seem get your head around it? Ah well, it’s probably nothing important.

Come to think of it, your mind was a bit hazy and foggy today but it was probably from not sleeping too well last night. You really should stop staying up late.

Anyway, the path was just a quick shortcut to the places you needed to go to, wasn’t it? It was obviously much more efficient and quicker than riding a bus so why did you stop going through here anyway? What made you stop in the first place? Weird… Was it… Was it because of the feeling of being watched? How silly of you to feel that way. No one and nothing would ever hurt you here. You should know that by now, silly little—

You stopped in your tracks, and shook your head trying to get rid of thoughts that clearly weren’t yours trying to clear your thoughts.

“What was that? What was I thinking about again?” You asked to no one in particular, brows drawing together in confusion. Nothing answered you but the slow suffocating silence of the forest. You could hear the birds twittering above the trees and the wind brushing against the leaves but it sounds somewhat muffled, like it was so far away from you despite being surrounded by trees.

Feeling creeped out, you looked ahead at the path and start walking in a much faster and brisk pace than before. Something in the back of your mind was telling you to get out of here fast. You don’t know why but you knew something bad was going to happen the longer you stayed.

But…

You found yourself slowing down once again.

What was there to be afraid of here, anyway? Haven’t you already gone through here multiple times already? What were you worrying about? You slowed to a stop and frowned. Your surrounding was completely silent and you couldn’t hear sound of rustling leaves as the wind blew through it or the noisy cicadas chirping loudly in the background. It was completely and utterly silent. You blinked, frowning as you took a look at your surroundings.

Something seems different…?

The forest path you had been following had disappeared and you found yourself in a blank, white room that seemed to stretch out far, far away like an endless void. You didn’t even know if it had an end. What were you doing here? How did you even arrive in this place? Where was this?

So many questions floated around in your head yet the sense of danger and panic that you should normally be feeling right now was absent.

You tried to look around but there wasn’t really anything to see aside from white, white, that thing over there, and more white! Wait, what thing where? You tried to focus your attention over to the area where you had seen the thing but you found yourself actively trying to avoid looking at that direction. Every time you attempted to focus on it, your attention would slowly and smoothly shift away, as if your mind was telling you that nothing was there. You grit your teeth, frustrated, and tried focusing again but it felt like your brain was turning to mush.

“C’mon, what’s so hard looking at something?” Why were you having a hard time doing such a simple thing? All you had to do was look ahead, easy and simple! You paused, perking up when you realized something, before tilting your head to the side. “Wait, ahead? No, it’s a bit to the…left? Wait, it’s on the right, I-I think… I don’t…” You couldn’t fully make out where it was.

“Ah, my poor little dear,” A voice said, sweet and sticky like honey. Your knees couldn’t help but buckle when you heard it but you managed to keep yourself upright, barely. Where… Where did that come from? You didn’t know but it sounded like it came from everywhere, booming out from all directions and drilling deep inside your bones. “Is my form overwhelming you, my beautiful darling? Is it too much for your cute little mind to handle?”

You could barely understand what it was saying to you but you nodded fervently, desperately.

The voice cooed at your actions, sounding like the ocean waves, and the birds, and the winds, and lightning and thunder, and more all at the same time. It was so beautiful to listen to. You felt like you could just sit here and listen to it talk forever and ever.

“My dear, be careful now. You just sat down so suddenly. What if you had hurt yourself? My, my, you’re so careless, love. This is why you need me to take care of you, isn’t that right?”

You nodded rapidly and once again attempted to look at it to no avail.

“Aw, you’re so adorable. Are you that desperate to look at me? Ah, I’m so flattered but your tiny, little mind might break if you gaze upon my entirety. But if you insist then there might be a way… Close your eyes for me, darling.”

You did as told without much fight. You could feel a pair of warm hands land on your torso before gently pushing you backwards, making you open your eyes in surprise. Only, you weren’t in the white void anymore. You found yourself in a Victorian bedroom, lavish and luxurious. The soft mattress beneath you felt so soft and comfortable the moment you landed on it with a soft “mmph!’. You couldn’t help but sigh in contentment.

The mattress slightly dipped as they put their hands on each side of your head, smiling a smile a bit too wide and sharp on their face. You didn’t take note of this, however, too focused on gazing into their eyes.

“You’re…” Was all you could say, trailing off as you became captivated by their blue eyes—no, their green—wait, black eyes? No, no, it’s…it’s brown, isn’t it? Or is it gray? You couldn’t tell.

“Calm yourself, my dear. Unfortunately, this is the best I can do in making my form as similar as possible to yours. There’s no need for you to understand it if it still confuses you, love. Just focus on me and how good I make you feel.” They said as they caressed your cheek, ever so gently. They were so warm and comforting. Their other hand reached over and held your other cheek, cupping it. Another wrapped around your waist and pulled you close to their chest. Another—

Wait, how many hands do they--?

“Dear.” The voice admonished lightly and you couldn’t help but jump slightly and fluster.

Ah, how embarrassing. You were thinking of something unimportant when you should be focusing on them and how good they made you feel. Yes, you should stop thinking of unnecessary things and just give all your attention to them. They’ll take care of you and make you feel happy, and you like it when they make you feel happy because it makes them happy. You let out a pleased sigh.

Slowly relaxing in their grip, you let the tension drain from your shoulders and let it slump down as you let their hands roam all over your body. You close your eyes.

“You’re doing great, love. So wonderful, so perfect. You look so beautiful, my dear…” They purred, chest rumbling.

Ah! You could feel it again, the feeling of being stared at by lots and lots of eyes. You blush and bury your head deeper into their chest. Why did you think their gaze was making you feel weird whenever you passed through the forest, anyway? If anything, it made you feel safe and protected. Loved.

They chuckled but made no move to pull you away from them and instead traced patterns on your back, lovingly and gently.

You were so silly to act the way you did previously and trying to avoid the path but now you know better, don’t you? They were even so kind as to guide you back to the right path. You feel disappointed at yourself for your actions when you attempted to avoid the forest. What were you thinking that time?

“Hush now, darling. There’s no need to be mad at yourself anymore. I’ve already forgiven you. So now, let me just take care of you.” They shushed you, seeming to know what you were thinking. You pout and relent, relaxing in their grip once again. You gave a contented sigh once more and leaned comfortably against your lover’s chest, letting their multitude of hands caress you everywhere and let their eyes gaze upon your vulnerable form.

“I love you so, so much, my love.” They said as you slowly start to become drowsy, eyelids drooping shut. You snuggle against them and hummed, “I love you, too.” And then fell asleep.

#chickennuggetswritings #yandere #x reader #yandere eldritch #exophilia #yandere eldritch x reader #eldritch x reader #why did i write this you ask? how would i know lmao #it do be like that sometimes

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