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i do think you have to be a bit pathetic to be truly hot

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Yan!Nick Wilde x Bunny!Reader

Words: 2.2k

Tw: Kidnapping, stalking, obsessive/possessive behavior, isolation, soft yandere

[A/n: this is so delusional...but ugh his personality makes for such a fun yan 🤭]

You weren't exactly paranoid per se, but you were experienced with more manipulative types, whether it were seedy salesmen on street corners or exploitative corporate ads, you've almost seen it all, making you slightly suspicious of, well, almost everything.

At the same time, growing up in Zootopia and its more diverse neighborhoods made you of the more open minded kind. You didn't rely on stereotypes like many of your relatives, and you gained the skill of being able to hold off on making judgements of others before they open their mouths.

In other words, you'd like to think of yourself as an analytical type.

So when you met him during a stroll with your cousin from Bunnyburrow, you were neither scared nor charmed. He must have felt it'd be an easy con, what with you two being "naive" rabbits—trying to hit your more emotional sides—and while your cousin was actually getting charmed, you were able to see through it all, rolling your eyes and quickly pulling her away, reading him for filth.

This really got to him.

He grumbled about you all night to Finnick, who tried not to bang his head on the dashboard—until Nick ignored the demand for him to shut up for a fifth time, in which the Fennec fox kicked the taller out of his van with a few colorful words to go with it.

Sooner or later, Nick happens to see you again. Anyone else and he'd try to stay out of sight, but something about you reallyyyyyy bothered him.

He eventually starts to follow you around, annoying you, teasing you, calling you pet names to get under your skin.

You went from wary of him to being annoyed quickly.

He'd often use you as furniture, leaning an elbow on the top of your head, your attempts to get him off of you not deterring him at all.

To him, it sometimes felt like you could see through him.

As if you knew what he'd gone through, as if you got him.

It should have infuriated him.

But you didn't pity him, didn't give him saccharine platitudes.

You never called him “sly fox” or “vicious predator”.

You were a rabbit who didn't treat him like a shifty fox, you treated him like a shifty con man, exactly what he was.

And in a twisted way, he couldn't get enough of it.

He was so lonely, his connections were mostly partners for his schemes or “i owe you one"s.

Now that he found someone who saw through him, who was unfazed by the convictions of the society around them that he's dangerous from birth, who, in his mind, was actually the same as him—a cosmopolitan creature so used to scrambling away from being trampled, jaded by the city—he was enamored. He couldn't lose sight of you…he couldn't lose you.

And he wouldn't let you go.

If he was following you around too much before, he was practically glued to your hips now.

The pet names, “sweetheart”, “darling”, “honey”, started becoming less and less ironic and more genuine, dripping with pure sugar every time he called you by them.

An elbow on your head turned into an arm around your shoulder, pulling you tight against him, laughing in your ears at his own jokes,

Into a paw on your waist,

Into claws lightly swiping down your ears,

Into hunching over you, letting his shadow completely engulf you, so your vision was full of him.

You went from annoyed to…uncomfortable.

You'd swat his hands away, tell him to stop calling you that, that he should go get some friends, to leave you alone.

It was really to no avail, he'd take any opportunity to touch you.

Your personal space was apparently his too, just another one of his swindles.

From the short time you knew him, you figured he was a manipulative yet laid back sort, but you eventually got to see how jealous he could get as well.

Anytime a male spoke with you—coworkers passing by you on the street, a networking connection, the mailman—he inserted himself between you two, getting all up in the other's face, using his sharp tongue to humiliate them in such covert fashion. Most would scurry away as you shot them an apologetic look, some might grumble under their breath about you “needing to put a leash on your boyfriend” (the leash part should've prickled him, but being seen as your boyfriend had him at a high, his tail wagging elatedly—meanwhile you would pull at your ears in frustration, you couldn't get anything done because of this stupid fox).

Some of your friendships were starting to become distant, or even strained, now that you had a territorial fox at your tail (he really, really wanted to mark you as his).

You did all you could to avoid him following you to your house and finding out where you live: catching taxis, constantly rejecting his offers to walk you home.

Regardless, he really did know practically everyone in the city, and with some strings pulled, was able to find out not only where you lived, but your birthday, your favorite desserts, the foods you hated, your dreams and fears, any past crushes, just near everything about you.

So it wasn't long before he showed up at all your favorite spots.

Great, now the guy was stalking you.

He figured your apartment was a little shoddy, and in typical Zootopia fashion, the neighborhood left much to be desired—the only thing your small dead end job could get you to afford.

It's not like he had his own apartment, he did live under a bridge, but he was loaded, rich from all his technically legal schemes and tax evasion.

He never really wanted to get a traditional apartment, he didn't need it and he wasn't one for luxuries or the finer things in life—just concerned with making tons of money, enough to be as secure as he could be in his unpredictable line of “work”, plus, he was able to keep a lot of his money if it didn't go to rent or any household bills.

But if he really wanted you guys together as a family, some necessary sacrifices must be made.

In a combo of using his connections, owed favors, and smooth negotiations, he was able to land a swanky cottage for relatively cheap.

And as a plus point for him, it was in the more suburban parts of the city, almost rural with how isolated it was from the rest of the houses nearby.

And with the news picking up on animals suddenly going berserk and attacking others, well it was near perfect timing. He couldn't just leave you, the frail little bunny you were, alone in that apartment of yours, when any of your neighbors could just turn on you, now could he? You needed his protection.

He tried to convince you—pathos, ethos, logos, whatever—to get you to live willingly with him.

You almost laughed in his face, spitting out a, “Who do you think you are?!”

He clicked his tongue, he figured it wouldn't be that easy

But he kept trying, after all, he had enough facilities to take care of you, give you all the things you'd like, and keep you safe from everything nasty in this cruel, cruel animal world.

But you just wouldn't have any of it, threatening him about getting a restraining order if he wouldn't finally leave you alone (which you probably should've done earlier).

He did flinch at that, and stared at you with a hurt face for a few seconds, saying, “Right. See ya then,” before leaving you alone.

You actually sighed in relief then, with the possibility that this was all done and over with. But you lightly scratched at the back of your neck, the instinctual alarm bells in your head still ringing. He seemed way too acquiescent for a guy who was smart enough to get what he wants via many means.

So you didn't ignore your alarm bells.

You tried to get your neighbors to look out for you, but they were largely dismissive; you were just the standard paranoid rabbit in their eyes, thinking everything was a threat.

You tried to avoid being alone or out longer than absolutely necessary (which you were already doing due to the recent violent outbreaks), even investing in a more potent pepper spray (the Fox Repellent sprays your cousin tried to push at you crossed your mind, but you still found those gross, and a generic pepper spray was just as effective).

As hard as you tried, you would eventually need to make a trip out at night to get an errand done.

It was a late night request from work. You tried to refuse but the tone of your insistent boss implied that you better get it done if you wanted to keep your job. So you headed out anyways, weighing your options.

It was gonna be fast and quick, and you were on high alert.

And really, nothing went wrong on the way to get the task done, or the whole time you were completing said task. All the hard parts were done, and you were going to get home without incident if you sped back.

Or at least you thought you were.

Honestly, it should've been poetic, how much more effective he was at chasing you than you were hiding from him. A tale as old as time.

He had cornered you so fast you let out a yelp.

“Wow, the city is falling apart, and you're just casually out at night,” he leaned slightly over you, hands behind his back. He was kinda pissed that you'd rather risk your safety on the streets than take a completely free opportunity to have your needs taken care of…by him.

You took a few steps back, but he'd close any distance between the two of you quickly.

“G-get away from me. I'll call the cops right now, I mean it!”

It made him so sad that you'd just give your soulmate away to the cops, enough to pout, but duty calls—you needed his protection, especially now that he saw how careless you, even with how cautious you usually were, could be.

He just stood up and circled around you, his tail brushing against your legs as he went. He then laid a paw on one shoulder and leaned over the other, his face only inches away from yours. With his face so close, the combination of his night vision and the reflection of the moonlight made his eyes glow unnervingly. It spooked you, so much so you grabbed at the pepper spray on instinct, only to paw at an empty pocket.

To your horror, Nick held the bottle up, before smirking at you. “Looking for this, dollface?” spinning it in his hand and then tossing it up and down in the air.

You tried to lunge for it but he held it back away from you, his grip on your shoulder limiting your range of motion as well. “After all we've been through, you'd really try to use one of these on me, huh?” His smirk turned into a bitter frown, and his words did nothing but make you fear he might retaliate. But the frown left as quickly as it came, and he peered down at you with his usual half lidded grin, tossing the pepper spray behind his shoulder. “Hey, I forgive you, darling, I get it. You're scared, as you should be, I mean, who knows what crazed animal could be just beyond the corner.”

You wanted to scream that such a statement included him, but your words failed you when his free paw lifted your knees up, the grip of his other paw on your shoulder only getting firmer.

Your heart leapt into your throat at the swift motion, and it took a few seconds to register that he just forced you in his arms, already walking the both of you towards a predetermined destination, before you started kicking and screaming, desperately trying to get out of his bridal carry.

But his grip was so strong, stronger than you thought possible for a guy who made a living off of using his brains over any brawn.

You tried making as much noise as you could, trying to alert your neighborhood, trying to get anyone to come out and help.

But no one did.

You even saw one animal draw their curtains closed tight .

The near sheer hopelessness of it all almost made you go limp.

But no, you were not going to make it any easier for him.

You tried to claw and bite at him, anything to break out of his hold. But he just dodged your attacks, lowly chuckling instead. “Hey, leave the biting for later,” he purred.

A cold shiver did not fail to travel down your spine. And it got worse once you realized he was getting closer and closer to a car.

“It's a rental!” He chirped, lightly bouncing you in his arms, “...from a friend! So it was cheap too, not only that but...”

His words became background noise, drowned out by the sound of your heart drumming in your ears.

In just a few feet, was the loss of your freedom.

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A Yandere!Merman who falls in love with a Thalassophobic!Reader.

tw: kidnapping, isolation, extreme jealousy, emotional manipulation, abusing a phobia

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You're deathly terrified of the deep sea, so at first, he tries to adapt more to living on land with his beloved

At first, during the honeymoon phase, he seemed perfect. He was so generous with you, showering you with gifts—an assortment of jewel encrusted accessories, a variety of pearls, gold, and diamonds, seashells that came in the most brilliant colors you'd ever seen. You started to feel bad with the amount of gifts he was getting you instead of the other way around, so in return, you got him a throw blanket decorated with pictures of little cartoon fishes (You thought he'd prefer something more ocean themed, but you really couldn't bring yourself to look at any of the like). He immediately peppered your face with kisses at the gift, and you haven't seen him sleep without it since.

Like gentle waves, he was so sweet with you, often calling you "his little pearl", drawing swirls and lines on your skin with his cold fingers.

You'd often hum to him and run your fingers through his stiff hair, fried by the sea salt from how often he swam. You could never relate to how much he loves the beach, diving straight into the ocean. Come to think of it, you'd never really saw him swimming, seeing as you avoided going near any bodies of water.

It really did start off as bliss, but eventually, you started noticing things about him that made you feel...off.

For one, despite knowing about your intense fear of the deep sea, he's tried many times to take you swimming with him. He'd pout when you reminded him time and time again that you couldn't go with him to swim.

He preferred seafood, and you'd love cooking dishes with the copious amount of fish he'd bring home. Over time, he'd grow impatient waiting for the meal to finish cooking, and you'd often find him sinking his teeth into the fish as soon as he'd come home, tearing it to shreds (were his teeth always that sharp??) with fervor. By the time he was done, there was fish blood sprayed everywhere, on the floor, the table he'd sat at, the walls.

At least he'd apologize for the mess and clean it up, he never left a single drop for you to take care of. So you suppose you could overlook his odd dietary habits as a quirk.

But the sight of his blood stained fingers and clothes, his teeth glistening in red, it never failed to unnerve you.

Yet even that paled in comparison to just how jealous he would get. Of the guys around you, of your friends, of your family. He was greedy with your time and attention, and while you were flattered at first that he wanted to spend so much time with you, you were quickly feeling suffocated

Eventually, he'd demand more and more that you stay strictly in the house with him, that you didn't need to worry about going out for food or clothes because he'd take care of your needs. And if you're desperate for company? Well, you have him of course!

Because, in his words, "he needed to protect his mate from the sharks outside"

You've had enough. You missed your family, you missed your friends, and as much as you loved him, you missed who he was before. So you left, letting him know that you needed a break from him. You thought he'd lash out and throw a tantrum, but he just stood there, his eyes following you as you left.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, but you comforted yourself, you had planned a fun trip with your friends tomorrow to catch up. As frustrated as you were with recent events, you were also excited to see your loved ones again. So you fell asleep, content with the outfit you had laid out on the chair next to your bed, an organized plan for you to wake up to.

So it was really surprising when you woke up to shoddy walls and the sound of seagulls. Instead of your plush bed, you were on a large bean bag...wrapped in a throw blanket with little cartoon fishes.

In panic, you tried to run out of the strange room you were in to find Yandere!Merman and demand an explanation, but instead of finding him on the other side of the door you opened, you looked down in horror as you almost plunged into the sea below you.

Your knees turned into jelly and you fell to the floor, clutching at your face in fear. There were miles and miles of water ahead, you couldn't make out a sign of land at all. And amongst the miles and miles of water, was Yandere!Merman, casually making laps in the water, a bright blue tail splashing about, and smirking at you as if he knew a joke you weren't in on.

And the joke was that you were now trapped in the middle of the ocean, too scared to even open the door if it meant peering down at the dark depths; in other words, you were forced to rely on him. To catch food for you or to swim to shore to get any necessities.

You could only talk to him, only be touched by him.

He did kinda feel bad for using your fear against you.

But ultimately, he's rather selfish, and would prefer you stuck at sea, if it meant he could have you to himself.