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⤷ THE LOVER .ᐟ micah c.

ʚ⁺˖↬ INFO. male yandere/slasher x gn!reader. 1.7k words of headcanons, plus 1.9k word intro oneshot. part two [coming soon]

ʚ⁺˖↬ CONTENTS. streamer reader (type of stream unspecified), gn!reader, reader is mentioned to have a fling with a man, detailed stalking, invasions of privacy, secret cameras, delusional behavior, breaking and entering, bodily injury/assault, genre typical violence, murder, mild descriptions of gore, abduction/kidnapping

ʚ⁺˖↬ NOTES. my weakness is insane pretty boys :( sorry but not really. anyway part two will hopefully be out sometime soon. i don't wanna make any promises haha, my work schedule/regular life has gotten kinda hectic out of nowhere. anyway yes i did research a bit too much about chloroform, but no i did not research exactly how accurate the death in this is. all i know is the carotid artery baby

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⛧ micah conrad was handed the world on a silver platter, being a trust fund baby, but has never had much going for him. his life has always felt… grey. blurry around the edges. dull, boring, uninteresting. nothing ever really seemed to catch his interest, and it showed with the effort he put into every part of his life. he barely scraped by in school, never did any extracurriculars, never went to college, and has barely managed to hold down anything more than a minimum wage job at a shitty gas station that only kept him on because they were desperate for workers.

⛧ without the cushion of his parents trust fund, thankfully granted to him before they estranged themselves from him completely, to keep him housed and fed, he’d likely have fallen through the cracks of society. he never really spent more than was necessary, not on luxury items or hobbies or… anything, really. he paid rent for his tiny house and it’s little basement, he bought food and clothes, and he got himself a computer to kill time between barely sleeping and barely working.

⛧ and that’s when he stumbled across you.

⛧ the first stream he stumbled across was relatively inconsequential. you weren’t a huge streamer by any means— not even that big in your specific community— and he had really only found you because he was just clicking around, jumping from stream to stream anything something lost his attention.

⛧ you were… cute. interesting, at least. he liked your voice, and your stream wasn’t mind-numbingly boring. in fact, it was kind of fun. he didn’t even really notice it at first, but he found himself chuckling at your little jokes, tilting his head as he took in the sunshine of your smile, eyes glued to the screen. his hand that had been incessantly clicking to the next stream, the next link, the next site suddenly stilled.

⛧ and then suddenly it was hours later, and you were logging off for the night, and he was smacked with the realization that he had stayed to watch nearly your entire stream.

⛧ he’s… curious. so he subscribes, and comes back to view your next stream when he gets the notification, and within less than a week— he’s hooked.

⛧ soon enough, you had a new biggest fan.

⛧ he’s dipping into his savings for the first time in his life, spending money on you every chance he gets. you’re getting anonymous donations like crazy out of nowhere, everytime you stream; if you have a wishlist of any kind, he’s clearing it out, buying everything. it feels… right to him. like he’s meant to be taking care of you like this, providing for you, being the one that makes you so happy. the way your face lights up at each donation notification could melt anyones heart, he’s sure.

⛧ you create inside jokes with him, because he’s always around. it’s an easy way to tell him apart from the other occasional anonymous commenters and messages, which he covets. he loves when you recognize when something came from him, even if you don’t know who he is yet.

⛧ he never misses a stream. he doesn’t care what he’s doing— as soon as he gets that notification on his phone, he’s dropping everything else to see you. he’ll leave in the middle of work if he has to.

⛧ he never knew anything could feel like this. this… warmth in his chest, these feelings that feel so big he doesn’t know how to keep them all in his chest, worried that the magnitude of them might just drive him insane— that they’ll crack right out of his ribcage and pour out. and it’s so sharp, so agonizing, when you’re not online, leaving him cold and desolate.

⛧ eventually… watching you through the screen isn’t scratching the same itch it used to. he just needs more— more of you, your voice, your time.

⛧ it’s not nearly as difficult to figure out where you live as it should have been. it probably helps that micah is singularly dedicated— and never focused his energy on anything else. by this point, his job at the gas station has more or less fallen by the wayside, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have it anymore. he just had to find you, had to see you in person, had to know everything about you, not just the sanitized stuff you put on line to look like the best version of yourself. he wanted to know the real you; he deserved to, in his mind. no one else may have understood you, but micah did.

⛧ the first time that he sees you in person… it’s like his entire world tilts on its axis. it feels like one of those cheesy, slow motion scenes in one of those movies he’s always hated, but for real this time. his heart pounds in his chest so hard he’s sure his ribs are going to crack, and you’re standing right there on the same street as him, and when you walk past him he can smell your shampoo. you don’t even notice him, but that doesn’t matter. you’re probably busy; he knows you have a ‘real’ job during the day, and plenty of hobbies and other things you have to do. if you knew who he was, who he really was, you would have stopped and noticed him, right? of course you would.

⛧ it doesn’t start slow. he follows you home immediately. he practically lives in his car, parking nearby, sleeping for only a few hours at a time, always waking up to check your windows— is your light on? are you still home? you didn’t leave without him knowing, did you?

⛧ by now, he has your schedule completely memorized, knows every time you leave and every time you come back. he knows what days you go to the coffee shop, what days you go grocery shopping, even how long it usually takes you and the things that are always on your list. from that, he knows your favorite snacks, the kinds of meals you tend to eat, what you drink, what you indulge in.

⛧ he tells himself that this information will be useful for later, of course, when you’re living with him and he has to take over the shopping— because there is nowhere else you could possibly end up in his head, than living with him. he wants to be able to get you your favorite things, to cook you your favorite meals and always have your beloved snacks and drinks on hand! he tells himself it’ll smooth over the moving in process; make his home feel more like your home. he knows he could take such good care of you. you have become his life’s purpose, after all.

⛧ right now, though, knowing your schedule like the back of his hand is the most useful bit of information he has… because it makes it so much easier for him to sneak into your apartment.

⛧ it takes you a bit of time to notice it at first, but every now and then something seems a bit off. you can’t find that one really comfortable pair of underwear in your drawer, or in your washing machine, and there’s nowhere else it could have gone. and then you notice that things on your desk aren’t how you left them… at least, you’re pretty sure you left that book on the other side, didn’t you? but no one else has been around to move it, so… maybe you just remembered wrong. but then, your favorite t-shirt goes missing, and you tear your apartment apart looking for it, and it’s just… gone.

⛧ sure, some of these things are… scary. if you think about them for longer than a few seconds, anyway… but then you tell yourself it has to just be that you’re forgetting where you set things, or that a friend borrowed something and you just forgot. there isn’t another explanation, and even if something else was going on, it’s not like you have the money to just pack up and move to a different apartment. no, you have to stay, you have to make this work.

⛧ he gets bigger and bolder. honestly, to him, it really just feels like… he belongs there. after all, he belongs with you— your space should be his space, and vice versa. your underwear goes missing, then comes back, and it smells like a laundry detergent you don’t use, tucked into the drawer where you definitely already looked for it. you find another can of your favorite soda hidden in the back of the fridge, when you’re almost 100% sure that you drank the last one a few days ago.

⛧ it’s not really a huge problem until the day that he figures out the password to your macbook.

⛧ at first, he’s just looking for photos. family photos, childhood pictures, anything and everything that can allow him to absorb more of your life. but then he just starts… going through your files. games, work files, text documents, saved images, absolutely nothing is safe from his prying eyes.

⛧ and then he sees all of your imessages. everything is synced up from your phone— messages to your parents, your friends, the boss at your day job… and then he finds a message thread with one of your coworkers. he reads through everything, of course, and it… nauseates him. who the fuck is this guy? why do you text him so much? why does he call you so late at night? why do you send him heart emojis?

⛧ to micah, there’s obviously some… plot here. this guy, simon (which is a dumb fucking name, if you ask micah), is bad news, has to be, but he’s not just fucking with some random person. he’s fucking with *you,* and you belong to micah. he has to do something about this, has to find some way to protect you from this man who obviously wants to use you, who could never *really* love you, not the way micah could.

⛧ and the more micah thinks about it, the more he starts to realize that there’s really only one solution that will remove this obstacle from your lives forever.

10:46 PM. MICAH.

it’s surprisingly easy to manipulate a situation to your advantage when all of your energy is focused on it. micah learns that pretty quickly. he also learns how easy it is to get a burner phone and clone yours, gaining all of your contacts, your photos, your notes… everything.

it’s a night when you’re out of the house, out with your friends, and he knows you’ll reliably be gone for at least long enough for him to finish what he needs to do. using his burner phone, cloned to be yours, he reached out to this coworker of yours— simon— and told him you needed him to come over, that you needed help and it was urgent.

then— he blocked the number. you wouldn’t receive his response. no one would. but simon would be on his way over, likely expecting something to have gone wrong… and so he won’t question the front door being slightly ajar once he makes his way inside, presumably to look for you— to come to the rescue for whatever emergency you had found yourself in. how fuckin’ quaint.

the thought of it made micah’s hand clench tight around the handle of the knife in his hand.

it would be a little messy, at least at first. that was what the ripped open trash bags were for. he figured lining a bit of the floor with that, instead of going out specifically to buy some sort of tarp, would be less… conspicuous. buying duct tape and plastic tarps is a but more suspicious than just buying duct tape and getting your own trash bags, after all. the crinkly plastic lay silent now, covering a little more than a human sized area on the floor of your living room. not right in front of the door— that would be too noticeable. it was just out of view of the light from the hallway, a few steps inside, barely noticeable with the room around it pitch black.

he wouldn’t notice it until he stepped on it, and by then, it would be too late.

micah leaned against the archway that led from the foyer and the living room into the kitchen, somewhere behind him lying the entrance to the hallway that housed your bathroom and bedroom. his gaze was focused, practically unblinking, on the sliver of dim light that came in from the outside hallway; he had unscrewed the first light, leaving most of your hallway darker than normal. propped up a foot or so away from him was a cheap, rolled up carpet— cheap for him, anyway. he bought it second hand at a thrift shop. it didn’t matter what it looked like, just that it was big enough to safely and inconspicuously house a human body. a bit cliché perhaps, but it would work fine.

and then, finally, he heard footsteps coming down the hall. he stiffened up, trying not to get too… eager. it could be a neighbor, after all. but as soon as he heard the stranger stop in front of your door, tentatively calling out your name in a voice that made micah’s blood boil, he knew it wasn’t.

the door creaked open as simon fell for the trap, placing his hand against it and calling your name once more in that worried tone. however, the silence of the apartment was the only thing that answered him, which lured him further inside. micah watched from the shadows as the man— boring, unassuming, so plain, what could you have ever seen in him?— slowly stepped inside.

he could see simon squint, his eyes trying to adjust to the complete darkness inside your apartment. he calls out again, venturing further inside. micah hates how comfortable he seems in your space, how easily he navigates from the front door to the middle of the living room. his eyes shift from simon momentarily, to the door. luckily for him, simon hadn’t pushed it all the way open— just enough to get inside. not that it mattered. he could have taken it off it’s hinges, and micah wouldn’t have cared.

his eyes dart back in time to hear simon’s shoe make contact with the first of the plastic bags as he moves a few inches past the archway, a few inches further than where micah is standing in the shadows, and simon stops. looks down at his feet. furrows his brow.

micah’s on him before he can make a sound.

the knife sinks into his neck, slicing through an artery and ripping through vocal chords. micah can feel a warm spray of blood on his face, but when simon tries to stumble, gasping like a fish out of water, micah reels him back, makes him stay put. he can’t get blood all over your floor. It splurts out a bit around the blade, especially with simon moving around like a fucking idiot, but it isn’t the geyser like spray micah had half expected, not with the knife still lodged inside. 

simon claws at him, but with the amount of blood pouring from his throat, micah can tell his limbs are already feeling weak. micah practically snarls, bares his teeth at the man who had fucking dared to even breath the same air as you, and twisted the knife. 

simon fell to his knees, and micah released the handle of the blade as he went down. simon claws for the knife in his throat, begins trying to pull it out like a fucking idiot. micah moves around to the back, and planted his foot on simon’s spine, kicking him forward just as simon succeeds, the metal blade removed from his throat with a slick, fleshy sound– and then his chest smacks into the trash bag covered floor, the pool of blood gathering underneath him soaking into every inch of his clothes. he coughs it up, wet splatters of it coming out of his mouth, pooling out between his lips.

his chest heaving, limbs feeling tingly with adrenaline, micah stood over the body for a few long seconds. simon’s fingers twitched, accompanied by a few more choked gurgles and some more blood leaking from his mouth, but then he was mostly just… still. micah tilted his head. he thought he would feel something… more. something emotional. but he didn’t.

instead, he could only think of this as a turning point, a night where everything was happening— everything was coming together. he knelt down, beginning to wrap the body in the garbage bags he had neatly laid out beneath it, not bothering with gentleness or respect for the dead. he moved quickly, ripping long strips of duct tape to keep the seams between each plastic sheet closed, ensuring no blood escaped.

once that was done, the body practically a plastic mummy now, he kicked it onto it’s side and grabbed the carpet, plopping it down next to him. he unrolled it, bit by bit, before rolling simon’s corpse onto the other end. he rolled the whole thing back up with the plastic covered body safely inside. he wrapped it up in a bit more duct tape, to keep it closed, then dragged it with a bit of effort to the window.

then, he dumped the rolled up carpet out your window, off the fire escape, and into the alleyway where he had already parked his car. you were only on the second floor, so it wasn’t much of a drop, but he still heard the loud thump. he climbed out after it, giving your apartment one last glance as he slowly and gingerly lowered the window as far as he could from the outside, his latex gloves squeaking uncomfortably against the glass panes.

tonight was the turning point. he’d be back.

3:14 AM. YOU.

it was darker than normal when you stumbled back into your apartment, leaving the laughter of your friends behind. one of the lights in the hallway outside your door was out, a small annoyance that you catalogued somewhere in the back of your slightly-buzzed brain, hoping to remember to call someone about it in the morning.

you fumbled a bit with your keys, jamming it into the lock of the door and twisting before pushing it open. flicking the light on while you kicked the door closed behind you, your keys were unceremoniously dumped onto the table next to your door, and you wandered immediately from the living room, down the hall, and into your bedroom.

you push the door open, moving across it to your bed to flick on the lamp on the bedside table, not so eager to turn on all of the brightest lights possible. as you stripped your jacket and shoes off, you yawned, choosing not to go through the hassle of sticking your shoes back in your closet for right now. you’d do it in the morning.

you turn towards the bathroom after kicking your shoes off. your shower needs a few minutes to heat up to the right temperature, so you kick that on first before going back to gather some underwear and pajamas. you’re more than ready to wash the smell of alcohol and strangers off of you, to climb into bed and sleep in tomorrow. you push back the shower curtains, the shower empty and cold as you lean into it and turn on the faucet, then the shower head.

you sigh, heading back out of the bathroom as the water runs behind you. you rub your hands over your face as you cross the threshold back into your bedroom, blinking your eyes against the dim lighting—

and you pause. your closet door is open. you definitely didn’t leave it like that, did you? you glance back to your bed, and your shoes are right where you left them.

just as the confusion, the slight twinge of fear, is beginning to claw it’s way up from the pit of your stomach and into the forefront of your tired, buzzed brain—

there’s quick footsteps, and then arms around you, some kind of damp cloth pressed against your face, blocking your vision. you scream, but it’s muffled, and your immediate, panicked instinct to flail your arms is thwarted by the arm locked tightly around your torso, keeping your arms pinned to your sides. your panicked breathing has a chemically, sweet smell invading your senses, like fruit and disinfectant or maybe chlorine.

you try to kick, to struggle and flail and fight against him. he turns, dragging you a step back into the hallway, before pushing you firmly into the wall, trapping your body between him and the cold surface. it limits the range of motion you can get from kicking, your knee slamming painfully into the wall as you twist and try to turn your head, still shrieking into the fabric and inhaling more of whatever the fuck is in there. it’s making your head hurt, and you can barely hear the sound of this person— this man, based on his voice— shushing you softly, his breath ghosting over your ear. but your body is feeling weaker, your lungs burning as your struggles weaken after a few minutes.

you’re not even entirely unconscious when he removes the cloth from your face, but you couldn’t have fought back now if you tried. the entire world floated and blurred like a dream, and you couldn’t move your limbs very well. you felt heavy, like you were suddenly made of some kind of metal, and then your world is spinning as the stranger lifts you up.

your head lolls back, and your mind shuts down as dizziness overtakes you. your eyes slip shut, and the world goes black.

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(cws: blackmail, violence mention, very unhealthy relationship dynamic, stalking)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he can be very smothering with his affection, very touchy and clingy. he likes to hug your arm or hold your hand, rest his head on you, and cover your face with light kisses. but, with his verbal affection- he’s more sugary sweet than he is passionate or intense.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

mischa is not the violent type, nor is he really able to fight anyone... sorry reader, but he's not willing at all to get his hands dirty. both since he wouldn't know how to fight, but also since he thinks of himself as being better than people who use violence on others. he thinks of himself as a normal person, who doesn't need to lower himself to such things... despite everything else that he does. he’d also be deeply unnerved and scared in any situation in which physical violence is involved, for both your sake and his own.

in the right circumstances though, he may blackmail someone, manipulate someone, or lie to ruins someone’s reputation… but that’s mostly if he feels threatened by a romantic rival.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

mischa is a little sadistic in the emotional sense, but he's more likely to tease you or to poke at your issues while pretending to be innocent. he’s more trying to get a reaction out of you than to actually hurt your feelings though.

he has a general sense of when he’s gone way too far in his teasing of you, and he’ll ease up on that sort of thing for a bit if so. and, naturally, turn up the affection towards you to distract and comfort you.

generally speaking, he’s very clingy, needy, and affectionate- he spends a lot of time around you. just about as much as he can get away with, really.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

yes- kissing and cuddling. he'd be pouty if his darling refused his affection, and would try to act upset so that you would feel bad enough to let him kiss you. he can be pushy and insistent on getting you to lower your boundaries… like allowing him to sleep in the same room as you, or letting him sit in you lap.

he’ll also make sure that you say things like “i love you” or call him pet names from time to time. after all, he does that to you, so why not return the favor?

he isn’t pushy about sex though, that for him is something he can easily do without. 

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

since part of his ideal relationship is to essentially act a certain role 24/7… he is not vulnerable to you in any real way, not at all.

even though he loves to put on crocodile tears and feign being hurt or insulted by things, he's actually not going to tell you about his real fears and insecurities. it may seem strange to you that he seems so open with some things, but also seems strangely cagey about others. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if you physically attacked him, he'd be shocked and would probably be very offended. he doesn't see himself as being an actual threat to you, so this would be a betrayal in his eyes.

but if you just stood up for yourself verbally- he’d just pretend that you were being cruel or mean to him, in the hopes that you’ll think that you were overreacting. but, secretly he is pleasantly surprised and amused that you did- he finds it fun to mess around with you, seeing how long it takes for you to decide that enough is enough.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

seeing how you react to him, and how much he can push your boundaries before you react is very much a game to him. he's amused by seeing you squirm and sigh when you're overwhelmed.

seeing you try to spend less time with him or avoid him does upset him a little though. he does genuinely want to spend as much time as possible with you, after all.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

a darling who doesn’t do anything he asks, and is evasive, avoidant, and emotionally distant to him would also cause him to reach a certain reaction from him… where he feels he needs to step up what he’s doing to get any sort of fun out his darling. this is where he gets more emotionally sadistic, and risks angering you to just get a response out of you. maybe he should text your ex strange things, or maybe he’ll secretly let people know about some of the stuff you have that you thought was well hidden in his room… 

and, of course, he’ll be there for you while you’re scared, anxious, and confused… 

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

he definitely wants to be married, to keep his darling by his side forever. he wants his darling to do a lot of the ‘hard parts’ of life for him, and let him live a very spoiled and pampered life. so, probably both cooking and cleaning, as well as things like taxes or yardwork…

although he would love to essentially be a cutesy trophy husband, he does know that to have the lifestyle he wants he’ll likely have to settle for both you and him having jobs. sadly </3

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he does get jealous, both of platonic relationships (you getting attention in general) as well as any romantic partners... past or present.

if you had a longterm partner while you met him- he’d be very quick to try and ruin your relationship, and possibly try to decimate your partners reputation. he may pretend that your partner hit him to make you want to break up with them, or something similar.

when he gets jealous he doesn’t lash out in the typical way, but he lets out his frustration in strange ways. he’ll be a little passive aggressive when talking about the other person with you, subtly digging on them. “hm… they sure do chew very loudly, don’t they? that’d be very annoying to hear that on dates, wouldn’t it? just thinking.”

he’ll also be teasing you more, making you do all these favors for him to see you fret over him… it helps make him feel less stressed. after spending some time with you he can calm down. though, he’ll still try to manipulate situations so that you won’t spend so much time with that person anymore.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he acts like a clingy and loving, but ditzy and sensitive boyfriend to you. he wants all of his strange behavior to come off as him being “needy” or something similar. it’s not that he’s breaking your boundaries, it’s that he’s sad and needs comfort.

essentially, he likes being seen as cute and innocent with people, and that extends to you too. 

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

generally using you for amusement and attention at first, just like he does with everyone else. then, he’ll essentially just… casually show up around you or text you more often. it’s less that he’s trying to convince you to date him, since he has a big ego and believes that you are lucky to have him. he just knows that forcing you to date him too soon could end up in you getting freaked out and ghosting him or something.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes, mischa is the type of yandere to fake his personality (see:kisses above.) he’s a manipulator and quite a bit selfish, but he acts cutesy and nice with others. 

the way he acts with his darling is just a more intense and focused version of how he used to treat everyone around him. to an extent he still acts that way around everyone too, he just pays significantly less attention to other people.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

he’d never admit to it being why he does it, but loudly crying around other people works well for this purpose. it gets his darling to be more nervous of repeating the same behavior in the future, while also guilt-tripping them…

also, while he wouldn't normally go to such extremes, see: hell above.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

much like with tanner he generally lets you do whatever you want, but is just... also there with you. or he drags you to wherever he wants you to go, but the only thing stopping you from leaving is social etiquette (and if you’d feel bad for him for being “upset” that you did that.)

he's not necessarily strict, but he is very manipulative. he doesn't really need to force you to not be around your close friends... he takes up so much attention and energy from you that you don't have time for most other people. and he can just convince you in other ways to spend less time with them.

if you are more of a naïve and/or a people pleasing type, he's very likely to successfully get his way in what he wants.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

he thinks of you being unwilling or resistant as amusing, basically. he isn’t the type to get all that angry at you, at worst he’ll be passive aggressive. but he does get impatient when he feels that he isn’t getting your full attention, so he’s quick to become more blatant with his efforts to manipulate you. 

and, he becomes less patient when he starts to feel jealous. he thinks of everyone else as ‘unworthy’ of your attention and thinks of himself as ‘worthy’ of it… it makes him irritated as he feels slighted from you not recognizing this like he does.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he does actually love you, so this would be very hard for him.

if you died, he'd be in shock. he'd be depressed for a long time... he had never even thought that this was a possibility. he'd have a lot of difficulty pretending to be cheery and playful, and may never get over the loss.

if you escaped (as in, moved to a new city or something without warning) he’d scramble to try to follow their lead and try to find you. but, he doesn’t have a ton of resources and connections, so it would be very difficult for him. he would try very hard for a long time, though, as he does genuinely want you by his side again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

despite doing things that are definitely illegal, mischa doesn’t think of himself as being a “criminal” and thinks of himself as being above such a thing. to him, stalking is only technically illegal, so he thinks of himself as being a normal person.

instead of abducting his darling in the typical sense, he’d rather just cling to them under more ‘normal’ circumstances. the closest extreme that i think he’d go to is showing up in your house and not leaving. he would feel pretty guilty if you're clearly terrified of him after that… after all, even if he messes with you his goal is never to make you think you are in any genuine danger. he'd just be more sweet and giving towards you for a while, hoping that will help you calm down and acclimate to the situation a bit.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

mischa grew up in a good family who loved him, but he did have some issues growing up.

his family immigrated from germany when he was relatively young. his parents became more busy with their jobs and had difficulties acclimating to the culture and language, which both often distracted them from spending time with him. he at the time also felt isolated from those around him, and wanted to cling more to his parents as a result. he's used to acting out for attention and getting rewarded for it, as his tired parents just wanted to give him what he wanted whenever he threw a tantrum.

he's never really faced any consequences for his actions and knows that he likely won't, so to him... if he wants you, why not have you?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

i think he'd be unnerved at a true breakdown, screaming or anything similar would make him feel a bit guilty and reflect on his actions. did he really do so much to make you snap like that? he'd be more cautious for a while, and may tread lightly around you for a bit. he'll keep a careful eye on you to assess why you’re having such a breakdown.

if it's just crying, he does feel a little guilty, but he’s much less worried. if anything, he sees this as an opportunity for him. he sees that as an opportunity to cuddle them and pretend to be the typical loving caring boyfriend- he's thinking this will likely make you feel more attached to him. 

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

it's not necessarily a moral thing, but as i said in blood above, he's not really going to hurt anyone physically, much less kill them. he also won't abduct the reader in the typical sense.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

mischa is short and physically weak, so it's not hard at all to intimidate him.

also, see: regret above… you aren’t being abducted and tied down, so in theory you do have the freedom to do whatever you want. if you are able to avoid him for a bit, you do have a lot of options available to you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

nope! he's not the type to hurt his darling... not physically, at least. 

however, he can have some sadistic tendencies when it comes to teasing you or putting them in a situation that scares or bothers you (such as trying to trick a darling who's afraid of spiders into letting one crawl on them, sending the darling notes to make them know that they have a stalker to get them scared and paranoid... etc)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he doesn’t show it in the typical way as many yanderes would, but he does put you on a pedestal in his head. after all, he sees everyone around him as being ‘below’ you and being ‘unworthy’ of your time and attention.

he does smother you with high praise and compliments, and its coming from a real place as he really does find his darling attractive, sweet, kind, charming, etc.

but a significant reason for him doing so is for his own sake- he knows that his affections towards you, both verbally and physically, are going to make you more likely to fall for him. he’s definitely putting a concerted effort into winning you over… he’s certain that it will happen eventually, he just wants it to happen sooner rather than later.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on what "snap" means in this context, since his behavior doesn't really suddenly escalate. he starts off strong and then there's a quick escalation, but there's no real point of him 'snapping' into something extreme.

but, if this just means 'general yandere behavior and manipulation'... it's not a very long time at all. once he realizes he's jealous of others getting your attention, he fairly quickly realizes how he's feeling and tries to get you to be around him more often. this probably takes a few weeks or so. then, he slowly escalates over a few months or so as he tries to see just how far he can take things. 

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

although he's not violent or extreme like the typical yandere, you are likely going to be mentally exhausted by his antics and being around him all the time. i think that in general he is the type of yandere that would very much wear you down over time until you get to a breaking point. 

so, you wouldn't break in the typical way this word is used for yandere stories- but you would very likely have an emotional breakdown after a while.

[loveundrwrld]

Kinda obsessed with Tanner a lil bit, he seems to be not have a problem with being a good obedience object to prove himself to his darling

What led to that? Is that how he redeems himself to Darling?

Also it's funny I thought he would be the kind to show you off like a trophy wife but instead he actually wants to be a guard dog for you to show off

LOL yeah, i can see why you'd think that at first. he'd be pretty happy if his darling was willingly with him, so i do think in those circumstances he'd also show you off a bit too. he can be a bit of both!

to answer your question: it's partly that (desire to redeem himself to his darling) and partially also due to a lack of trust in himself. realizing that he did something bad made him feel like he doesn't know himself very well, which scared him. so i think he feels more comfortable with himself when his darling is in control.

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yan bully (past) x gn reader

kinda angsty, wanted to do something different with the concept of a yan bully. do make sure to heed the content warnings on this one as this is a little more dark/potentially triggering than what i typically post.

(cws: bullying, trauma from said bullying, implied childhood trauma, stalking, yandere is kinda self-destructive(?) for lack of a better word, general yandere shenanigans)

- yandere bully who taunted and tormented you in childhood . . . though, he doesn't initially remember it that way

- when it started, he was just ‘playing’ with you. and as time went on, he started to unconsciously project his complicated feelings onto you. just ‘pranks’ and ‘playing around’ to release some of his stress. and when his friends join in, he sees nothing wrong with it.

- your reactions are funny- and he wants to share that with his friends. why would that be wrong?

- he’s been treated the same way- and to him, he thinks he ‘turned out just fine.’ so it’s ok, isn’t it?

- after all, when you try to get teachers involved . . . they don’t think it’s an issue either. just kids playing around. so why should he feel bad?

- the reader, after a while of being bullied nearly daily, becomes apathetic to it. this irritates him. he wants to be in the forefront of your mind, for better or for worse . . . though, he doesn’t quite know why.

- he becomes more focused after that, more obsessive. he doesn’t really let his friends tease you as much anymore- though, that mercy is short-lived as he solely focuses on you instead.

- after a bit, you graduate from school and go to college, seemingly now only focused on your studies. you don’t reach out to him, or any of his friends for that matter. from what he hears about you, you aren’t interested in getting in touch with anyone from your old school at all.

- this agitates him. he needs, he realizes, to be in your life somehow. perhaps he was a little too mean, he realizes, but surely you’ve gotten over it, right?

- he begins to stalk you, trying to figure out more about what you’re like now, needing to see more about you. he sees, with a sinking pit in his stomach of realization, how paranoid you are now. how scared you are of new people, how jumpy you are when other people surprise you. how resistant you are to make new friends.

- at first he’s in denial. it couldn’t have been him who made you that way, could it? something must have happened.

- but he realizes, over time, that how he treated you was very wrong. he thinks now about treating you like the way he once did . . . and he feels sick. how could he have taken his anger out, on someone like you?

- but despite that, he finds that he absolutely needs to know everything about you now. he can’t let you out of his sight, he has a desperate hunger to see everything he can about you.

- eventually he starts trying to contact you . . . to let you know just how sorry he is. he’ll make it known to you how much he desires your forgiveness, how much of a painful need it is for him. how much he’s changed, and how much he regrets hurting you.

- he lets you know that, if you what you want is revenge? he’s perfectly happy doing anything you want to any of his former “friends.” he can help you . . . and even help you hurt him, if that’s what you want. just so long as he can see you.

- you ignore his letters, dumping them in the trash without reading them. and a part of himself that he doesn’t want to admit still exists . . . is angry. can’t you see how much he needs your forgiveness now?

- despite knowing better, and knowing he’s only going further towards upsetting you once again . . . he still needs to see you, to write to you.

- he just can’t live without you.

[loveundrwrld]

Hello! I just wanna start by saying that I love your yandere femboy (mischa) he's absolutely adorable, and ofcc well written.

I would love it if you could do a yandere alphabet on him! But I also know that it's wayy to much, so if you cannot then I would like to request a small scenario of what he'd do if reader just started ignoring him, or found out about his obsession. I would like a female reader if you can!

And I'm declaring this from the damn pits of my heart, but I love the way you've written him, and all your characters! I've been following you for awhile now and it's been such an enjoyable journey learning about all your oc's. Though ofc only yandere femboy can make me fold. I really appreciate that you opened request! Stay safe n healthy!

thank you so much, you guys are so kind 😭💕 i'm happy that you like him so much! that’s so cool that you guys have certain favorites of my characters, i love to hear about that. and i will stay healthy, thank you!

but also @ your question- tbqh i was going to do the yan alphabet for a lot of my ocs at some point. so i don't think that's too much! i like writing the yan alphabet posts, it’s a fun character excercise for me.

that being said, with that i’ll choose not to do the scenario for rn- but you’re totally free to send that in the next time i open requests :)

[loveundrwrld]

yandere ex bully’s yandere alphabet!

i got the template from this post :)

(cws: violence, mentions of bullying, mention of dysfunctional/abusive family dynamics, stalking)

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

starts out with verbal affection, praise and compliments- which are very intense off the bat, and he won't really scale it down. in his mind, you need to know exactly how he feels about you and why you are important to him. especially if you are not physically in his life... which is pretty likely. he'll also express his affection to you through acts of service- getting you glasses of water, food, etc. or, he'll try to "make you feel safe" by being around you so nobody dangerous can get to you.

to him, he can prove himself to you being nice to you and treating you well- so he's likely to come off as intense as he's very fervent in his effort. if he thinks his darling is more willing to be with him, he'll calm down a bit after a while.

he'll also express his affection to you physically with hugs, kisses, etc, but he'll keep that to when he thinks you are okay with it. he’s not good at reading his darling and he’s somewhat aware of that, so he’ll often mirror things you do to him to you thinking that you’ll be more likely to like it (like using the same pet names, kissing you in the same places, etc.)

Blood:How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he understands that practically speaking, his darling could very well get upset or afraid of him if he really hurts people like he wants to. so unlike other yanderes he won't kill anyone behind your back. he might snap and hit people/beat people up, but that's as far as it goes.

however if his darling requests it, he can get very messy! he doesn't really have care at all for anyone other than his darling. so, if you ask him to kill anyone- including his friends- he will do so, easily. his only limit is that he won't want to kill his brother, and he'll likely become emotionally distant from you for a while if you ask him to do so.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

i think tanner is much less likely to straight up kidnap you. once he's reached a certain breaking point, he's more likely to just break into your house and just... not leave.

he'll only kidnap you if your living situation makes it impossible for him to do this without him being caught (such as if you have a roommate) or if your living situation is physically unsafe in some way.

he wouldn't straight up mock you though, he's really trying to avoid doing so. he wants to show you how much he's changed and how nice he can be for you! but he might show his impatience and irritation that you still aren’t hearing him out. he wouldn’t yell at you, but he would be blunt and passive-aggressive in some circumstances.

he can come off as cruel and insensitive though as sometimes he can be rather blunt without thinking. like, "why did you date that guy? he's such a little bitch." this side of him comes out more often if he's jealous.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

not intentionally, but practically speaking that's often how it turns out (see "Affection" above- he's not good at reading or predicting his darling.) probably ends up hugging and kissing before his darling would prefer, as he genuinely thinks that his darling is likely ready for him to do so.

he's less cautious about this if he thinks his darling is willingly in a relationship with him of their own free will... which, likely isn't what's happening. but, he will quickly back off with physical contact if asked.

he's a lot more blunt about asking consent for anything sexual though, and will likely just wait until you bring it up of your own volition. he's too worried about messing up your first time with him to risk anything.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

one of his insecurities is being seen as "soft"- it's why he became a bully in his youth in the first place, due to his deep seated insecurities with himself. he wants to be seen as a tough guy, like your guard dog or something. he wants you to think he's strong, and someone to rely on.

he also wasn’t the best in school, and struggles sometimes with things. so he also doesn’t want you to think of him as “stupid.”

he doesn't really want to be vulnerable, to show you that he's upset if it's not to show you that he cares about you. he'll say things like "i missed you so much" or say "i'm hurt that you did that" for instance, but will try to hide anything like him crying, nightmares, etc. basically to him, if it's not related to you? you don't really need to know about it.

his darling probably can guess as to what is going on a lot of the time though, as he can often drop disturbing facts about his childhood in casual conversations without realizing (as he genuinely doesn't understand how bad his upbringing really is.)

he also may act weird about some things and not tell you why- like huffing a bit in frustration if you offer to pick up something heavy for him or to calculate the tip on a bill for him and not explain why, which probably signals to his darling that something is up.

he'll close himself off a bit if you try to talk to him about how he feels about his childhood or any insecurities though. it takes him a long time to actually be vulnerable with you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

sad :,(

he'll be obviously visibly hurt but, to him this isn't very surprising. he expected this as a possibility. he lets you know that you can hurt him as much as you like if it helps you feel better! (this doesn't work the way he had hoped it would.)

he wouldn’t stand for being continuously hit over a long period of time though. then, he’d get impatient, as he wanted to get your trust in return the first few times. if he doesn’t get that, there’s no real point to it for him. it’s less that he’s concerned about his safety, moreso that he has his limits with his patience.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

not a game at all, he would not enjoy watching his darling escape. his goal is for you not to be afraid of him after all.

especially if he actually abducted you to his house or a secondary location- since he'd likely only go for that route if he deems your usual lifestyle too unsafe or something. do you really hate him so much that you'd go back to your previous life, even though he'd do anything for you??

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

well, the whole concept of his character is that he's his darlings former bully- so, it could very well be him bullying them as a child. he isolated them from getting friends when they were younger and made their school life unbearable.

aside from that, i think the worst case scenario would be a darling who already has a significant other. that would really cause him to snap out much faster than he would normally. possibly even before he really reconsidered what his relationship to his darling in the past was like, which would make him far less considerate to his darling.

tanner is a bit willfully deluded sometimes, and sees things in a certain light due to paranoia or jealousy- so he's likely to freak out from just minor signs that you are unhappy, and pin that on your partner mistreating you. he then used that as an excuse to threaten them and hit them.

even though he usually lets you go anywhere you please, he also might be more likely to kidnap and isolate you if you already have a long term partner you are living with. though just for a bit- his goal is that he wants you to forget about them.

to have a partner that the darling loves and feels safe with, only for that person to basically be terrorized by tanner enough for the partner to leave the relationship and then subsequently be forced to be around someone they fear and hate... that would probably be the worst experience for the darling.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

when he was younger, his older brother had given him little tips on what to do in a relationship- and it was geared towards him dating a woman. hold doors open for a date, carry your date’s bags, walk your date home... etc.

due to this, he has a specific view on how he wants a romantic relationship to be. he wants to take a typically masculine, provider type of role. he doesn't particularly care how his darling presents themself or what their gender is, he just wants to treat them a particular way, especially if they're in public.

(although, if your condition of being with him is that YOU take that role instead... he may be willing to reconsider his ideas ;))

does want to get married and live with you in a mutual, loving relationship where you feel protected and safe with him- that's his ultimate goal for the future.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

yes, he gets jealous. he'll often lash out against the person (not the darling.)

in very mild cases, he might just grumble and be blunt/passive aggressive with how he talks about that person around his darling.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

depends on the situation!

if he thinks you feel safe around him/are willingly choosing to be around him? very sweet, nice, and a bit flirty and affectionate.

if he thinks you dislike him? he's very desperate, clingy, trying to show you how good he can be for you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

literally, with letters lol. he wants to let you know just how much your mind, and is all too honest in how he expresses just how obsessed he is with you. phone calls too until you block his number.

likely keeps to sending you letters and stalking from afar- until he thinks that you are hinting at him that you want him to approach you. in which case, he'll try to arrange a meeting through the letters he sends you.

although, if he thinks that you may need him being around closer for one reason or another (generally if he believes your current lifestyle to be very unhealthy/unsafe) he will not wait that long and may just... break into your house and not leave, so he can be there to supervise you a little.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

yes, lol. due to a combination of what i said earlier re: his insecurities with being seen as "soft" and him just generally not caring about people other than his darling... he acts VERY different with his darling in private than he ever would around anyone else.

at his job he's not smiling, he's very straightforward and isn't really friendly with anyone. he keeps himself from straight up mocking others (so he doesn’t lose his employment) but he doesn’t reign in his expression or tone much. he'll be clearly annoyed if anyone wants help or asks questions. around you, he's bright and happy to spend time with you, doing whatever you ask him to do.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

not the type to punish his darling! he's more the submissive type. if he's upset with you he may be passive-aggressive or distance himself from his darling for a little bit. if it gets really bad he'll get a bit catty and talk to the guys he works with about you behind your back. but he wouldn’t punish you as he doesn't think it's his place to do so.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

generally he lets you do whatever you want! it's just that a lot of the time, whether you know it or not... he will also be there. lol.

if in the extreme circumstance he kidnaps you, he's already on edge and nervous that this will cause you to hate him. he's not likely to do much other than to not let you outside or talk to others. but that’s for practical reasons, so you won't alert anyone to your current situation.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

sometimes he gets impulsive and emotional and breaks some of his darling's boundaries. but otherwise he's pretty patient! he's trying to be, he just gets caught up in his own feelings sometimes.

he can be a little easily agitated, though, even with his darling. he more or less is expecting you to have a grudge against him, but you repeatedly insulting him or yelling at him would make him a little irritated. he’d feel like you aren’t giving him a chance to redeem himself. he’s more soft when it comes to his darling being afraid of him, though.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

absolutely distraught and devastated if his darling died... he would be in a state of regret thinking he could have done something different for a long time, likely not doing anything to move past the situation for basically the rest of his life.

if his darling escaped though, his reaction would be much less drastic. he's upset, and he's going to put as much effort as he can to try and find you again, but he's not nearly as depressed.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

if he realizes that you are scared of him?? VERY guilty, deep regret. he doesn't like doing things that make you upset!

there really isn't any circumstance where he would willingly cut contact with you all together, though. is he aware that that would be for the best? sure. but he's way too far gone for that. to him, you're the only reason he has to be happy.

closest thing he'll do to that you space for a week or so (like, if you brought it up as an ultimatum.) after the week ends he’ll go back to you immediately afterwards acting needier than he was before.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

poor childhood upbringing, mostly. his parents were neglectful to the point of being abusive, and he was basically raised by his older brother, who was also a troubled teen himself and treated him poorly.

since he never really had a place to feel safe or appreciated, he wanted to be seen as the "toughest" guy in school as a kid. he wanted to feel powerful. this is what caused him to become a bully and fixate on you strongly- you likely seemed to be an easy target.

his lack of a proper upbringing also caused his yandere qualities later in life when he realized he wants you as a lover. he has a very black and white thinking due to a poor childhood- it's either you, or no one else. and, since he often feels like what he cares about has often left or been taken away from him- he is very obsessive over you, as you are one of the few things in his life that make him feel things this strongly. he generally feels like he has to "earn" a persons respect that is important to him, because that's how it was with his older brother.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

upset :( he doesn't like seeing you like that! it's a little unnerving watching you break down like that, he's going to try to be desperate to get on your good side.

if it's just isolating themself, though, he's not as worried. he just thinks that the darling needs some time alone and doesn't really think much of it. unless the darling is missing meals or something, he's not going to say anything.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

yep! he's pretty carefree about what his darling does, more just wanting to be around his darling rather than control them. you can have a job and a regular life for the most part.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

well, he can be impulsive if he's caught up with his emotions- this causes him to make some obvious mistakes that his darling can then use to their advantage.

for instance, it's pretty clear that he's stalking you through the letters he sends you, and he's honest about many things if you just ask him. he also offers to kill people for you... which, if you play your cards right, could lead him to going to jail.

also: very easy to manipulate. it’s really not that hard to engineer opportunities for you to be left alone so you can prepare for an escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

he's really trying hard not to, especially physically. he doesn't want to risk scaring or upsetting you at this point. the only thing i could see him doing is grabbing his darling's wrist too hard if he's pulling them- but he would have to be very caught up in his emotions for him to do that.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he very much worships his darling and puts them on a pedestal. to him, you are kind, mature, and well-adjusted... regardless if you really are those things.

he's willing to do ANYTHING to win his darling over- and he's very insistent they give him the chance to do so.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

depends on a few factors. if the darling is already in a relationship? very quickly, maybe after just a month of stalking and seeing what the dynamic is between the darling and their significant other.

if the darling is in an unsafe environment or is extremely neglectful of their health, it would take even less time. maybe even less than two weeks- which isn't good for the darling, because he hasn't fully processed how he feels about the darling at that point, and will likely be much less patient or kind with them as a result.

but, generally speaking, it takes about about a year or so of him stalking you to get to the point where he feels like he needs to send the letters to you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

pretty unlikely, actually. they might have breakdowns and definitely don't appreciate him being around, especially at first. but he's not likely to emotionally break them to the point where they don't act anything like themself, he’s not a cruel type of yandere to his darling. if they are so upset that it's extremely obvious to him, he will try to be nicer to them in some way or another.

[loveundrwrld]

opening up requests again, ty for your patience :3

[loveundrwrld]

I feel like Tanner would look like a Malibu Barbie, with golden sun tanned skin and light blond hair

LMFAO…. i see ur vision anon i’m not going to lie

[loveundrwrld]

btw just a short note- i’ve closed up requests for right now, i’ll make another post when they’re open (and edit my bio accordingly) 👍

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FUCK😭 I love your writing so much, I always get giggly when I read any Tanner post, the dynamic of him with reader is always interesting. What if the reader is not all that morally good like in the other post and they only use Tanner as an obedience tool to beat people up? Would Tanner notice?

aw thank you :) i’m very flattered to hear that!

to answer your question…

i think he probably doesn't notice for quite a bit xD he often has rose colored glasses for his darling, but he's also just not the best at reading people or understanding why they do things.

i think that how he would react would depend on a few things...

whether or not tanner is guilty about how he treated you in the past or not would affect things significantly. if tanner was able to see that his darling was an anxious, traumatized person and just also happens to be a sadist, there could be a situation where tanner felt regret about his past with you but is also being used by you.

if that's the case, part of him is just glad that you’re keeping him by your side and giving him your attention. he just doesn't like that he's now further back in his progress than he thought he was.

i also assume since reader is just using him, they may not have any feelings at all for him (or actively dislike him) and thus probably are avoiding showing him physical or verbal affection. that, and the sense that the reader doesn't actually like tanner as much as he thought they did would affect him a lot more than the aspect of them using him.

after all, tanner is pretty much expecting you to use him… he quite literally asks you to do so. he wants you to let him show how strong he is and show what he can do for you, so he likes having you treat him like a ferocious guard dog on a leash that you can show off.

for him its fine if the relationship is unequal, but he does want you to actually be in love with him. so, he'll try to get you gifts or lay on the compliments more, in the hopes that that will work to get you to like him more. clearly, what he's doing now isn't working too well if you aren't already in love with him. in his desperation, he's going to become more clingy once he has a general sense of what's going on, and may try to do more impulsive things to get closer to you.

now, on the other hand if the situation is like that of the gang leader reader post, where tanner didn't really have any reason to reflect on his prior actions- then i think that he'd be a lot more impatient with the reader, and a lot less willing to follow along with whatever his darling pleases, since he's still in denial about how he acted in his past. if there's no guilt involved in how he sees you... he's going to treat you differently.

if you try to get him to act as a tool for you and you seem like you're flirting with him, he's going to be whiny when you don't initiate affection afterwards. if you ask him to do something like that again, he's just going to straight up tell you that he'll only do it for a kiss.

if you are actually verbally & physically affectionate in order to get tanner to do what you want... so long as you don't cheat on him, he may never be able to tell what you’re really doing.

[loveundrwrld]

subby yan vampire... im dead already 😩💘

my feelings exactly, anon 🤝 😌

[loveundrwrld]

subby vampire x dom male reader

sorry for being inactive yall teehee just thought about this cute little idea and had to write it... also no sex just a little spicy lmk if yall want to see more of this guy 🤭

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you did not expect it to rain during your forest hike today. anticipation to dive into the lush green unknown was quickly turned into a wet mess as your scrambled to find shelter, unsure of where you were even going as the gps signal got weaker the further the deeper in the forest you ventured. much to your surprise you soon came upon a quaint winding road, and following it lead to an ancient-looking manor straight out of the victorian era. despite your brain recounting this was how every horror movie started, you were desperate to be out of the cold, and soon rushed to the grand door to seek warmth. luckily, someone answered the door. a tall, lanky, ghost of a man, who quickly invited you in and fretted over the prospect of you catching a cold. he was a little odd, speaking in such a proper, olden manner, but he was lovely.

despite your initial protests of overstaying your welcome, he managed to convince you to stay for a week. he invited you to join him for dinner everyday, it was through these meals that you found out quite a lot about him. one, his name was kliff (you swore his face turned red when you said he had a handsome name), and that he was a vampire who was at least a hundred years old (he stopped counting after the 120th year). the way he revealed it was kind of adorable, he was so reluctant at first.

"sooooo, kliff. you're a vampire, right?"

"goodness, whatever gave you that idea? i most certainly am not." his face said otherwise as his eyes darted everywhere around the room but your gaze, and the tip of his ears turned red.

"and you're gay, right?"

"now THAT is an accusation!" he replied indignantly, now fully flustered. "i, a dignified gentleman, would never engage in such sinful acts."

"but i saw you peeking at me showering yesterday. pervert." you were having the time of your life teasing this poor fossil.

he stood up from the dinner table and paced around the room. "i did no such thing." he mumbled, face somehow steaming even more than you thought was humanly possible. wait, but he wasn't a human. nevermind.

you spent most of your week exploring his manor, poking around the various dusty bookshelves and artifacts of an era long bygone. if there was one thing you picked up from your exploration, it was that kliff was awfully lonely. and had been for a long time. he didn't seem to have had any romantic partners, probably due to his sexuality, nor any pets to keep him company. you could infer this from his clingy nature, he was constantly in the shadows observing you, blending in seamlessly using his powers. he thought he was being slick, but really, he was a rather clumsy vampire. whenever you caught him, he would always act oblivious, and give you a sheepish grin, before scurrying away. it was quite cute really. another thing was the fact that he never asked to drink from you. "it is quite alright. i sustain myself well enough through other means." was all he said when you asked him about it. mysterious. almost like he didn't dare to taint your skin with his fangs. you decided not to tell him about the fact that you were aware he watched you when you were asleep in the guest room, sometimes even daring to climb into bed silently with you and bask in your presence. he was a lonely soul, you could let him be delusional for a bit. you would leave after this week, anyway.

but that week passed quick, and with each day, kliff seemed to grow even more on edge, getting nervous whenever he was around you but never daring to speak what was on his mind. brooding around the house, watching you silently as you attempted to grow something in his dying garden... oh it was bad for him. but this came all to a head on your last day, when you bid your goodbyes and were one foot out the door, and he suddenly gathered the courage to say something.

kliff threw himself at you in one final, desperate plea. "please... please don't go...." his tone was so pitiful, you stopped in your tracks and looked at the way he's grabbing your wrist so tightly. "i... i.... if i may, i have one final request."

"you want to drink from me? honestly, i'm surprised you didn't ask earlier."

"no, no... it's not that. it's the opposite, really. may i... may i humbly request that you..." he stops mid sentence and breaks eye contact to look at the ground, voice so soft you could barely hear him. "bite me instead..."

"i beg your pardon?"

"i would like for you to leave a mark on me. as a reminder of your presence." his tone is slightly more confident now as he meets your eyes, centuries-old desire rekindled and burning within them. he falters a bit as he notices your lack of response. "....please?" he mumbles pathetically.

oh, poor baby. he's wanted a man to love him all his life, and once he's close to that opportunity, he had to try. luckily for him, you found his desperation cute. you drop your bag and take his hand in yours.

"want me to take the lead?" you squeeze his hand, and he nods shyly.

"i would like nothing more."

you gently, but firmly pin him to the nearest wall, the ancient manor creaking under the pressure. it's kind of poetic, kliff thinks as he wilts under your touch, it sounds like my house is congratulating me. you start off by peppering fleeting kisses all across his neck, admiring the small noises of pleasure he made everytime your lips came into contact with his skin. the fleeting touches turned into harsher bites, as you nibbled at his delicate skin, so fragile and untouched. it was just like he fantasized, and he was in heaven. he gripped onto the wall for support as he gasped at the new sensation, writhing around as you marked him, but your strong hands on his waist kept him steadily in place, a feeling he quickly learnt to enjoy. all those years he spent in solitude seemed to culminate to this moment, where he'd never felt more intimate with anyone in his life. you stepped back to look at your handiwork and he immediately collapsed into your arms, a dark purple hickey prominently showing on his neck. he stared up at you lovingly, unable to really form thoughts. "please don't go...." was all he could mutter as you slowly swayed him back and forth, soothing his cold, beating heart.

"guess i'll see you next week, hm?" he's never been happier to hear those words in his long life.

>ᵥᵥ< 💘

[loveundrwrld]

omg hiiiii i love ur writing smm <33 could i ask for a scenario of tanner x male reader where reader was super shy when he was bullied but years later tanner finds out he's somehow become a badass gang leader who wouldn't hesitate to beat his ex-bully up... i wonder what tanner's reaction would be to that hehe

also can i be 💖 anon? once again thank u <33

how sweet of you to say, thank you!! and to both your questions- yes, you may :) 💖 anon you shall be!

i will say, in his intro, seeing his darling act so reclusive and anxious after high school was what triggered him to rethink his actions- he wouldn't be quite as submissive towards him at first with his darling if he didn't go through that revelation. so tanner is a bit bitchy here since the "why is y/n acting like that"-> "oh no i've hurt him bad haven't i"-> "i'm in LOVE with him" process hasn't happened here.

thus, tanner is still in denial here :p and not as patient with his darling as he typically is

---

yandere ex-bully x gang leader male reader

(cws: violence (not against reader), organized crime, bullying, yandere is victim blaming, stalking)

tanner thought about you more often than he would ever care to admit. the shy, nervous boy he met in school who would cower from him like a scared puppy. something about you just made his hackles rise- he felt strange every time he'd seen you mumble and blush around him.

the strange feeling was annoyance, surely. you had been asking for attention, looking and acting the way that you did. you were always so shy and deferential around other people, always going along with being the butt of the joke. it was only natural that you were picked on a little.

but he'd matured since high school. he knew that bothering people and playing pranks on them was immature, no matter if you were basically asking for it. and if he'd seen you now he's sure you two would be polite and civil. you'd simply laugh and agree with him that he was a dick, and then you two could be best friends.

... or something. it wasn't like he thought about what meeting you again would be like.

and it was normal for people that went to the same high school to want to be curious about what their fellow past classmates had been up to, so he'd done some simple digging on you out of curiousity. nothing out of the ordinary. but you'd seem to have gone completely off the map, he'd not been able to find anything about you.

he was agitated that he couldn't learn more. he was worried for your safety, was all. i mean, you never posted anything online. for all he knew you could be dying or something. it was natural that he'd feel anxious right now.

but, he simply had to give up. he'd been trying to approach it from different angles, but he'd accepted that he'd reached a dead end.

except... until now. he was idly slouched over on the couch in front of his television, the news on as background noise. then, he perked up when he saw a familiar face come up on the screen.

it was your face that was glaring into the camera with a look of pure hatred, one that you certainly didn't have when he knew you.

good lord, what the hell happened to you?

"suspected gang activity in eastcliff- residents beware," the graphic read at the bottom of the screen.

he rushed to his laptop, wanting to check the arrest records for your shared state. he hadn't even considered this when he was looking up where you had been, it would have never have occurred to him that you would have gotten yourself in that much trouble.

and once the full report had loaded up? yes, it seemed that you actually were a criminal. you were arrested on a few charges but they got mysteriously dropped due to "unforeseen circumstances."

you hadn't been convicted of any felony charges yet, but he could tell that you were indeed involved in organized crime... somehow. and quite awfully high up in it, if you had corrupt police officers helping you escape any justice at all. it would have seemed like a laughable idea to him before, but he couldn't argue with what was right in front of him.

tanner scrunched his face up, his mind feeling blank from shock. how could this have happened? how could someone like you end up with such an... exciting life? how could you have turned out even more dangerous than him? his mouth felt dry, as a sense of bitterness seeped into him.

he didn't even know how to see what you were up to, to see why you turned out the way you did. surely you must have been forced into it. you couldn't have changed so much so fast otherwise. you were just a puppet with a nice face for the real people on top, obviously.

he felt a bit of bitter agitation, and tapped his leg as he thought. he couldn't live his whole life in mystery. he needed to know more about you.

there was one thing he could try...

---

it seems that his gambit to getting information about you had got your attention.

though, nothing could have prepared him from seeing you in front of him. you glared at him fiercely, your face so close to his that he felt your hot breath on his skin.

the eyes that used to be wide and quivering when you were younger were now narrowed and sharp. all he could see was the ice cold rage on your face. it was disorienting, to you someone shift into such a completely different person that you were nearly unrecognizable.

from a little puppy of a boy... to a fearsome wolf.

"of all the things you could do, tanner, you called my mother? don't you dare fuck with her," you growled at him, tugging hard at his shirt.

since when did you get balls? he felt that bubbling uneasy feeling he used to get whenever you were around him... only this time, it was stronger. he didn't like how this new you was effecting him.

you seemed much more dangerous than he was... and he didn't like it. wasn't it him who used to intimidate you? whatever happened to that?

he tried to laugh back at you, trying to stuff away any strange urges his brain was throwing at him.

"oh, come on- y/n, fuck with her? you're acting like i was trying to hurt her or something. i just called her. listen i know i was kind of a dick but really, you're making me out as the bad guy here and-"

you clocked him, hard on his temple. tanner stopped rambling and let out a small groan, the sharp throbbing pain causing him to fall down to one knee.

he opened his mouth to talk, but before he could say anything, you were already leaning down in his face.

"i don't want to hear from you ever again, you piece of shit. don't call or talk to me or my mother if you want all of your limbs intact. you may not know this, but i'm a big deal around here now. do not fuck with me," you say, your voice thick with anger.

for some reason... it felt like sparks and butterflies were running through him. something snapped inside his brain, connecting things. it occurred to him sudden why he had always felt so strange about you, why he was so obsessed with you.

you were hot. and this new you? strangely, he didn't dislike it at all.

"... got it," he said, breathily.

though, he didn't intend on keeping his promise.

[loveundrwrld]

College Student Yandere finding out that the kind, supportive classmate of theirs who everyone goes to for help is actually a serial killer.

A very notorious one, in-fact, who has been making quick work out of people at the college, killing quickly and so meticulously that no one has caught on to their murderous habits yet.

When the Yan goes to confront them, Darling just smiles and lies about it. Yan keeps pressing though until eventually Darling snaps and goes on a rage-filled rant about how much they hate people and the only way they can keep some semblance of humanity is by killing.

👀 intriguing idea, anon!! i had a lot of fun writing this, i hope you enjoy

college student male yandere x gn serial killer reader

---

kenneth, who lived in the room next to you, absolutely worshipped and adored you. you were an angel to him, as you were the student with the reputation of being the nicest person on campus. little do you know, he’d be the first person to uncover your dark secret…

(cws: murder, unhealthy/toxic dynamic, the reader is a huge dick in this one, description of gore (reader is not hurt by yan), drugging, stalking)

kenneth knew from the second he saw you that you were nothing like anyone he ever met. everyone else only gave him passing glances or looks of annoyance, muttering under their breath about how he was 'annoying' or that he 'acted weird'. but you, you had always smiled at him so kindly.

it was hard to even look at you when you spoke to him. you shone so brightly, it was like looking directly at the sun. he felt that if he stared at you too long, your shining grace would be sullied by his affections.

and although he'd be happy if all of your kindness and attention were focused solely on him, this wasn't the case at all.

you were such a helpful person to the other students around you. you were adored by everyone on the campus, everyone around you gushed about how kind you were. he'd heard you called "the coolest RA" by many students who lived on his floor. as the RA of the dorm floor he lived on, you always made sure that everyone on your floor had everything they needed. you’d always be on top of putting work orders in and giving your fellow students helpful advice. but even to people outside your shared dorm, you were always considerate and thoughtful.  

after one of the janitors was reported missing, everybody else was on edge and wary, too frightened and jumpy to want to engage with others. but not you. no, you made sure to give everyone a little kindness to make their day a bit brighter. 

if someone looked burnt out, you were the first to ask them if they needed help studying. if someone needed a designated driver, you were there. you were always picking up trash and litter around the campus and were always polite to the janitors. you told everyone you talked to that they could come talk to you if they needed to. you let everyone know you were here for them, giving them your support. he could hear from his room that you were following through with your promise, as he heard your conversations with them through the walls. you were truly the kindest person he'd ever met. an angel with a pure heart, gracing everyone with the gift of their divine presence.

at first, he was too overwhelmed by your presence to be able to handle seeing you all the time. but eventually, he felt like he needed more. his life was too dark without yours, there was no meaning to it. it simply wasn't enough to be able to be graced by your divine presence every once in a while. 

his efforts to admire you afar turned into an urge to see what you were doing at all times. instead of just staying where you usually went and waiting for you, he decided to follow you. he was watching you in the shadows, keeping an eye on you. and sometimes, if he thought he could get away with it, he’d sneak in a quick picture. 

he quickly found that stalking was trickier than books made it sound. he expected you to be too kind to be wary of anything, thinking that someone as soft as you would never expect to have anyone following them. but every once in a while when no one else was looking, your smile dropped and you looked over your surroundings, your eyes as sharp and as purposeful as a cat.

sometimes, you even looked directly at him. you likely thought that he was just another stranger at the distance he was at, but his heart raced every time it happened. it was like you could hear every little sound he made, the small little ‘click’ of him pressing buttons on his camera. 

despite his fears, though, his burning love for you had started to get the better of him. he’d started losing even more time he’d usually used on classes to his pursuit of seeing you. grades became meaningless to him, a distraction from his true goal in life- seeing you more. he started taking more pictures, spending more time detailing your routine carefully. he was detailed in his notes about what you were doing, writing down what you were doing, what you ate, and most importantly who you were with. 

to his surprise, he didn't see any specific person that seemed like they could be your lover. he simply assumed before that you must have had one, you were so easy to love after all. but it was evident that you didn't. you were paying attention to everyone, smiling at them, and doing little favors for them. your eyes never seemed to brighten for anyone. if you even had a crush on anyone, you were certainly hiding it well. 

you didn't seem to have any close friends, even. did you have anyone who could appreciate you like you deserved, he wondered? it really seemed like you didn't.

the only person you spent more time with than others was one of the professors on campus whom you seemed to be oddly friendly with. his heart clenched every time he saw you spend time alone with him. it didn't make sense. especially since you didn't have any classes with that professor. why were you talking to him? were you attracted to him?

he bit harshly into his nails, whining softly as he looked at the photo of you smiling at the other man. he didn't think that you were the type to have a preference for older men and selfishly, he hoped that you didn't. he couldn't bear to think of you wanting something that he could never have the chance to give you.

as he was looking through his photos, he startled in his chair at the sound of his phone vibrating on his desk. to his horror, it was an alert from campus police. 

apparently, the professor, dr. abraham black that you were so fond of... was reported missing earlier that day. 

and the local police thought that the disappearances here were linked to a serial killer case.

it was a case that he knew about, but had hoped to forget. a few years back, a few teachers and staff members at a certain high school nearby were drugged, abducted, and then killed by a mystery perpetrator. they believed that it was highly likely that the two disappearances here were done by the perpetrator of that case. 

his heart started racing. he dropped his phone on his desk. he looked through his notes in a rush, thinking that if he was a target of someone, you could easily get hurt too. he'd begun to look through his photos, trying to connect everything together.

he'd taken a lot of photos of you and the professor. at first it was because he was jealous of dr. black, but now it served a different purpose. when he looked through, he noticed something peculiar.

first, dr. black set down a cup of coffee. then, he stands up to go somewhere, likely the bathroom. in the next photo, the cup of coffee moves, even though he still isn't back.

had you... done something with the coffee? 

his traitorous mind also reminds him that you were talking with the professor at a restaurant the day before he stopped showing up for classes. it seems that you may have been the last person to speak with him. 

his stomach churned. could you really have anything to do with it? surely not, he reasoned. you were so kind, after all. could you really have put something in his coffee to drug him… and even kill him?

and yet... he did always get that sense that you knew you were being watched by him. maybe you were signaling to him on purpose, trying to get his eyes on you again.  you were flirting with him, in a sense. coyly winking at him as you led him into the darkness. 

he needed to know more. nothing made sense, after all. he needed to follow you more, get more information on you. then he'll know for sure.

---

he follows you to an abandoned warehouse one day. you, not knowing that someone else was there, had gone further into the building. he kept himself hidden behind a half-fallen apart wall, straining his ears to listen to the sounds inside.

he heard a strange whirring sound, which was then muffled by the wet, sloppy sound of something being cut into. something made a loud, wet, thunk upon the floor. the room was thick with the heavy smell of copper and the tangy, sickly sweet smell of death. 

his heart beats loudly in his chest, quickly and erratically. ever so slowly, he leans out of his hiding place to sneak a look. and indeed, it is still you. 

except… he had never seen you look like this before. a clear plastic face shield is over your face, covering a twisted in a manic, demented grin behind it. blood splashes on to you from the mass of flesh in front of you, coating the apron you were wearing as your medical saw further cut into what was once was dr. black's leg.

he quickly hid himself again. his heart was flipping circles in his chest.

was he really wrong about his feelings towards you? maybe you weren't such an angel after all. his image of you was shifting rapidly before his eyes. everything about you that brought you to him, your shining light of kindness and happiness, was being warped and clouded by this new image of you he had. he could never forget what he saw today out of his head no matter how hard he tried.

but then, he started thinking… maybe he shouldn’t be so unhappy. maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing.

after all, before now, he never thought he deserved to touch or speak to you. with you being so wonderful and all, it felt like his affection towards you would only sully you. he thought that he was greedy whenever he succumbed to his desire to interact with you. he thought that nobody deserved to have that from you, with you being as perfect as he thought you were.

but... that's no way to live. everyone needs someone by their side, don't they? it's human nature to want someone to love you, after all. and you actually were imperfect after all. a flawed person, just like him. just a human being. 

and if you were just human... you could be his. maybe he could get you to understand that, as well.

---

somehow, in your efforts to keep up your reputation as a trustworthy and normal individual, you had attracted an annoying leech to you. 

the boy who lived in the room next to yours was unbearable. whenever you talked to him, he started to sweat, tremble, and breathe hard. he'd always looked at you with a pathetic, simpering look. his large watery blue eyes would stare across the room, just waiting until you deigned to speak to him first. despite his tall stature, he always reminded you of a pathetic little chihuahua- except, a chihuahua would at least be able to bark and bite. 

everyone else was tense and nervous because of the people that went missing, giving the other students wary eyes. and now that the police had cautioned everyone to stay on high alert, there's been an air of tension clouding every room. 

it was just how you liked it. but one person never gave in to the fear, to your dismay. he was always giving you that disgustingly, sickly sweet smile. he was never afraid of anyone, he was far too wrapped up in himself for that. he was the type to be shy in a self-centered sort of way- worrying only about how others viewed him, and not how he inconvenienced others. just by being himself, he stood out from the rest of the sheep around you, drawing everyone's attention to only him.

you simply couldn’t stand people like him.

but, you realized a long time ago that you were going to have to be creative about how you handled him. especially since his room was so close by. anything that could be tied back to you was too risky. you needed to be extra careful after you drew so much attention to your… ‘habits’ when you were a teenager starting out. 

no leaving evidence behind. no shoddy alibis. and most importantly, no more close connections to your prey. 

for the most part, you treated him kindly. he'd be the first person you'd think that would give a positive character statement to you to the police. it was evident that he had a crush on you, and thought the world of you. with what you did, that was a good kind of person to have around.

your face was locked in your typical, smiling expression you usually put on as a mask as he walked up to you as you were walking out of campus. was he going to try and ask you out on a date or try to walk you back, you wondered? it was unusual of him to initiate anything in the first place- he was usually far more willing to let you take the reins of the conversation and approach him first. 

instead, he had silently taken you by the wrist, leading you to the baseball field.

you resist the urge to frown. since when has this brat become so brazen? he’d never been so confident to corner you like this. you were a bit on edge. you weren’t prepared to do anything right now- you didn’t have your chloroform or taser on you, and you didn’t doubt that kenneth would be difficult to overpower if he actually tried to harm you. he was unusually tall, after all. you couldn’t risk having any physical altercations if anything happened… after all, you didn’t want the police to pin you as a violent person.

that wouldn’t help you seem like the innocent little lamb you were pretending to be. 

"kenneth, where are you taking me?" you say, letting some of your nervousness show in your tone. "you're acting kind of weird..."

he continues to be silent. his grip on your arm tightens. 

"i know you were the last person to speak with dr. black..." he says, in a small voice. "you're the reason people have been going missing. you've killed people, haven't you?"

you resist flinching as you see his eyes look into yours, giving you a knowing stare. your mind races and your stomach drops, but you try not to show it. it was what you had feared- someone had found out exactly what you really are.

fuck, you did think someone's been watching you. had it been him all along, or had he just seen through your act? was he going to try to rat you out to the police? was he working with the police already?

you just give him a smile, pretending like you weren’t panicking inside. 

"oh, kenneth... i understand why you think that. you're feeling a little paranoid, aren't you? it's alright, i understand. i promise you that you can trust me," you say in a gentle, sweet voice.

he tightens his grip on your wrist further, and your jaw clenches. 

"there's no need to lie. i know you are," he says, looking down at you with an unreadable expression. "i'm not going to report you. i'm sure that you have your own reasons for doing what you did."

you frown, trying to take a step back away from him.

"you don't trust me? i'm really hurt, kenneth... i thought that we were on friendly terms. are we not? why are you accusing me of such a thing…?”

your desperate gamble works for a second, and he looks down, his eyebrows furrowed with a frown. he stays silent for a bit, and you relish in it. 

he then looks back at you, his eyes now more piercing.

"i don't think you understand. y/n, i saw you dismembering a corpse," he says, his voice now more steady. "i don’t like it when you lie to me. i'd like us to be able to trust in each other. just tell me the truth."

your mask drops completely, showing him your true self. his confidence seems to drop as you give up on faking your expression. your eyes darken, your face twisting in anger and revulsion. you violently yank your arm from his grasp.

"the truth? you can't handle the truth," you say, laughing dryly. "you'll be sobbing and whining that the perfect 'me' you like so much doesn't match what's inside me." 

you grab him harshly by the collar and roughly feel around the front of his shirt. his eyes widen, and his face turns bright red. 

good- no wire. you could say whatever your sick little heart desired.

"w-what are you-"

you place your hands on his chest, pushing him away from you. 

"i'm nothing like you want me to be. do you really think i have a ‘good reason’ to kill people? i don’t. of course i don't. its not for justice or anything as naïve like that as you'd like it to be. it's just stress relief ! if i didn't do it i'd be too angry to be able to pretend like i'm one of you idiots," you say, pushing him hard into the wire fence around the field. 

you jab a single finger into his chest, hard.

"it's just fun. to get rid of all those wastes of air…" you smile at him cruelly, your eyes full of icy rage. 

his eyes were welling up with tears, and his shoulders were starting to tremble. you went on.

"people trust me because i have a good reputation. and that reputation just helps me get more people to trust me enough to be alone with them. i'm not nice to people because i like them, kenneth. rather... you could say that it's because i hate them."

you give him a mocking smirk, stepping closer to him and getting in his personal space, and you feel a sick thrill as he looks at you with wide eyes. you grab his collar, bringing his face close to yours. you can't help but grin, a shiver of excitement running through your body thinking about the disgust and horror that must be filling him up right now. 

"are you disappointed, kenneth? that your crush isn't as sweet as you thought?"

to your surprise though, he smiles at you sweetly with a blush, his teary eyes looking back at you. your confident smile falters. 

he's looking back at you, and it's not how the terrified look you were expecting. although he's trembling, he doesn't look scared at all. rather, for some strange reason, it's a sad grin one would give to a stray kitten they found on the street.

"do you really feel that way? oh, you must feel so lonely..."

you open your mouth and then close it, furrowing your brows. you drop your hands from his chest, feeling your mind too blank in your confusion to focus on caging him in. he takes the opportunity and reaches towards them to hold them, entwining his fingers in yours. 

"th-thank you for finally telling me the truth. i understand now that you're not perfect, you know... i could never be disappointed in you. so don't worry anymore about that. i’m just so sorry you feel like this," he says, his voice soft and gentle.

you let out a small scoffing sound, rolling your eyes. what was this idiot going on about? isn’t he getting the situation that he’s in? 

he shifts your intertwining hands to press small light kisses against the back of your hand.

you give him a revolted look, but he still looks back at you with soft eyes full of fond pity. 

"you must feel so empty inside and have so much pain inside of you... y-you must have gone through something really terrible, to have so much hatred in your heart. that's why you don't feel like you can act like yourself, isn't it? because you can’t trust others. but... you’ll only make yourself feel more empty if you don’t have anyone you can trust and be yourself with..." 

you scowl. why did you ever feel nervous around him in the first place around this stuttering, whiny mess? he was never a threat to you. you still had all the power here.

"d-don't worry. i'll be sure to give you lots of kisses and love, and treat you so nicely. i know how to make you feel better- i know you better than anyone else in the whole world. you'll feel much better with my love and care."

you sigh in annoyance, loudly, but something clicks in your mind. if he's so stupid to be willing to try to get someone he knows is a murderer to date him... he's definitely willing to do other things for you too, isn't he? 

you put your old mask back on, smiling at him like you used to.

"yeah, i see what you're saying," you say, sweetly. "i think i get what you mean."

he perks up, his eyes brightening. 

"you do?"

"mhm, i do. i need a partner besides me. someone who can help me out with whatever i need. and you've always been by me, appreciating me. so naturally you'd be the person i'd want on my side, right?"

he puts his arms around you in a tight hug, and you force yourself not to gag. you rub his back, awkwardly.

"see, i knew you’d understand my side! i'm so happy... i-i'll be by your side forever, don't worry!"

despite your revulsion, a spark of excitement runs through you, giddy with joy at how your plan is working. now, you have an empty-brained little accomplice to do your bidding...

... and he'd be the perfect person to take the fall for you if need be.

[loveundrwrld]

more tanner stories pls

i’m glad you guys like him :) i’ll be planning to write him more, i do like writing him

[loveundrwrld]

Ex bully yan x Male reader please I beg🙏

no need to beg, king ;) you need only ask

yandere ex-bully x male reader

(cws: unhealthy relationships and dubcon kissing (reader is afraid of him still), stalking, violence)

tanner winced slightly as you dabbed his bloody knuckles with disinfectant. you looked up nervously, your instincts telling you that he'd yell or insult you. instead, he gave you a toothy grin.

"oh, don't worry babe. i can handle a bit of pain."

he was sitting on a chair in front of you, looking down at you with fond eyes as you tended to his bloodied and bruised hands. it was a strange predicament you'd found yourself in, touching a man you feared- but, you could only blame yourself.

when you had first gotten a letter from tanner and figured out that he was stalking you, you were terrified and filled with rage. you didn't want anything to do with him.

but, it was also clear from those letters that he was deeply desperate to get your attention. you jumped on the opportunity, thinking this could be a way to get him to do something for you that you've always been too afraid to do yourself. some part of you wanted closure for how terrible your teenage years were, and the only way you thought you could get it was revenge.

you cut a deal with him. you offered to start dating him if he'd beat up his "friends" who helped bully you in high school. which he agreed to, eagerly. he came to your house soon afterwards with pictures of his former friends badly bruised and beaten, looking barely alive.

your stomach twisted... and you did not feel the pleasure from seeing them in pain like you expected to. you could only feel the empty feeling inside you growing.

and, of course, now that he's fulfilled his end of the deal? you have to fill yours. he's never said as much, but you're too frightened of what he'd do if you don't. after all, from the photos he's shown you, he's perfectly willing to get violent if it helps him get what he wants.

and, although you'd loathe to admit it, you felt like this was one of the only ways you'd be able to have someone treat you like a boyfriend.

the last few times someone had asked you out, you had completely frozen up. you couldn't trust strangers at all, fearing that they'd turn on you and turn everyone you knew against you.

tanner on the other hand was certainly still frightening to you, but at the same time, he was a known fear for you. you knew not to trust anything he said, him turning on you would be more than expected. he was the devil you knew, and that was good enough for you.

at the moment, he had just beaten up your co-worker for having a "crush" on you. he'd only asked you out for dinner, but tanner saw that as a challenge to your relationship with him. even though you weren't even sure if the your co-worker even liked men at all. you regretted telling tanner about your day at work when he asked yesterday.

"are you thinking about something?" tanner asked, looking down at you as you wrapped bandages around his hand.

"just thinking about what happened with derek," you mumbled.

"oh, yeah well, of course you're thinking of him. he was so annoying to you, right? i can't stand guys like that who can't take a hint. god, he's so fucking stupid..." tanner said.

you wisely didn't comment on his hypocrisy.

"my guy deserves better than a weirdo like him. you like macho, strong guys like me better anyways, right?" he asked.

he angled his face closer to yours, trying to make eye contact with you, eager for you to respond. you flinch a bit as his face gets closer to yours.

he sees this and his eyebrows furrow. he leans back with a frown on his face, biting his lips as he looks away from you. he's clearly thinking about something, and you're nervous about what he's going to say. when he turns to you, he looks at you with sad eyes, looking at you like he's a stray dog pleading for food.

"baby... are you still scared of me? have you not fully forgiven me yet?"

you freeze in place, nervous, and you keep your mouth shut. your heart is racing, thinking that he'll lash out at you no matter how you answer. he'd promised you many times before that he'd never hurt you, and you worried that showing any signs that you didn't believe him would make him change his mind on his promise.

"i can kill those losers from high school if you want even more revenge, you know. would that be enough for you to trust me? would you love me if i did that?" he asked you, his tone somehow sounding sweet despite the horrible things he was saying.

nervous and wanting to distract him, you press a peck of a kiss against his lips. his frown turns into a dazed smile, his eyes wide and looking down at you with pleased surprise.

"aw, baby... you do love me!"

he smiled and angled his face down to kiss you as well. for better or for worse, you knew how to calm him down now.