Hi gorgeous!! I was wondering if you could do a yandere miles x f! Reader if you’re comfortable but it’s fine if you’re not!! 💞💞 also could I be 🩰 anon if you take anons??
so pretty - m.f
pairing(s): miles x reader & reader x s/o
summary: being chased around by a man who just killed your friend doesn’t sound like how you wanted to end your evening.
a/n: hi ml!! ive never written anything about yanderes so take this as you please 🫶 + ofc you can be 🩰 anon <3 + i do not mean to romanticize this in anyway, it is purely fiction!
warnings: yandere themes, cursing, mentions of murder
wc: 1.6k+
You pant, frantically running away from the man who’s holding a knife you can’t help but think it’s been a hectic fucking month. First your best friend is shot right in front of your eyes, next the same fucker who shot your friend is chasing you with a dangerously sharp knife.
Fuck who even was this dude? What did he want from you? You spun around, picked up a nearby rock and flung it at him. Not even sparing him a glance you ran. You ran until you felt as if your lungs were going to fail you.
As you tried to catch your breath, you dashed behind an enormous tree. You didn’t want to die, you barely lived your life. And what about your boyfriend? You loved him too much. Fuck what if you didn’t make it out alive? How would he react?
You heard leaves crunching under the thick boots this murderer had on. He was near. Your palms were clammy. Were you going to die tonight? Was this it?, You thought, eyes watering up at the thought. As you closed your eyes and tried to call yourself down with breathing methods everything went silent.
“Did he leave? God I hope he did.” You muttered underneath your breath, so quietly you barely heard it yourself. However this wasn’t the same for him.
He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.
He had gone quiet, hoping you would come out. And indeed you did. He heard your silly little prayers. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. His Y/n was always too gullible. You reminded him of a puppet. No, scratch that, a doll. An unused doll, a porcelain doll that was fragile and needed someone to help her. And that person was him. Only he could help you.
You heard him chuckle. You thought it sounded familiar but shrugged it off, blaming it on your nerves. He was still here. Shit, did he hear you? When you were lost in your thoughts, the man charged at you.
Your eyes shot up, alarmed only to be knocked down by the man who had tackled you to refrain you from moving. You screams weren’t heard as he had slapped his hand over your mouth.
“Shut that fucking mouth up before I shove a knife down it.” The man’s voice came out, rough. Your screams had gone instantly silent hearing those words come out of his mouth.
“Good girl.” he complimented, knife in hand to know that his threat wasn’t empty. You told yourself over and over in your head that this wasn’t real, this was all a nightmare. A nightmare that felt too realistic. Oh for goodness sake, who were you trying to fool? You knew that this could either be the end of your life or a start of a very twisted one.
As the masked man starts to slowly pull something out his bag, he tuts, “Y/n.. you know staring at someone is bad.” It was as if he was scolding a child.
“How do you know my name?” Your voice came out, small. Fuck. You were terrified. First this man fucking kills your bestfriend, then he tackles me, and he knows my name?
“Don’t worry your pretty little head, alright?” He hummed, revealing ropes of thick long rope that had spilled out of his bag. Just what was he planning on doing?
“Can I at least get a name?” You whimpered out, back aching from the position you were in. “Oh Y/n you already know me! You don’t recognize me?” He exclaims, imitating a sniffle.
“Well if you don’t, wouldn’t you like to know?,” he uttered out. “You were always too nosy for your good. Never liked that about you really.” Snorts of amusement coming from under the mask.
Your eyes went down immediately, filled with embarrassment with his comments. His hand jerked to grab your chin rather roughly, forcing eye contact. Well, that’s what you assumed he saw. You felt his smirk through the mask. Fucker.
“Don’t be shy Y/n! It’s alright no one’s around to hear anything.” You could practically hear the glee in his voice. As it was obvious that you weren’t going to attempt to talk to him, he sighed.
He got up off of you, you were relieved yet confused why he did so. But just as those thoughts were let loose. You felt the thick rope circling you continuously. Shit. You were done for.
When he was content with his work, he took a step back and broke out into a fit of giggles. It was so amusing to him, seeing her all scared and teary eyed. He had gotten something he finally wanted. He craved her. He craved seeing those tears dripping down her oh so beautiful face, pleading him to stop.
“Fine,” he huffed out, tired of your silence. “If you want to know who I am so badly, I’ll let you see for yourself.” The rage in ripping off the detailed mask was no shock compared to who lied behind it.
Fucking Miles. The boy you rejected in junior year. He was cool about it, saying it was alright. That was before he had stormed off into the boys bathroom, returning with blood stained hands, ignoring people’s stares.
Suspiciously, you had no choice but to cross him off the list as a suspect to whoever was sending you those creepy letters as he stopped pursuing you. Guess you were wrong.
Those creepy letters holding creepy messages. “I love you so much Y/n, you know your strawberry shampoo really makes you smell nice.” and “I know you’re afraid of the dark Y/n, don’t worry I’ll be around to help you my darling.” were just a few of many horrendous letters.
“Miles?” You said, baffled seeing him. “That’s right darling.” He said, tossing the mask god knows where. “You know Y/n, I thought you would’ve gotten the clue. I always get what I want,” He spoke, grasping you by the collar of your shirt. “And I want you Y/n. I love you so so much. I’ll love you until the day I die. If you die, I’ll die as well.”
“M-Miles.. I don’t really know what to say..,” you spluttered out. “My answer is still the same Miles I’m so sor-” “Why won’t you love me?” Miles spat out, cutting you off. He started to shake you aggressively. “Just why? Am I that unlovable? Am I unattractive? Is there anything I can fix about myself?” Miles babbled on, letting the grip on your shirt loose.
“Miles- Miles,” you spoke up, attracting his attention. “Miles. You know why I don’t love you? It’s because-” you suddenly gasped as he placed the tip of the knife onto your chin, as if it was edging you to go on.
“Hmm?,” Miles edged on. “Go on darling, tell me.” He finished off, pressing the knife down knowing if he went any deeper he’d leave a cut.
You went silent. You knew if you said anything you’d probably end up dead, for this was Miles last straw. If you blew it, god knows what would happen.
“That’s right pretty, I know you didn’t have anything against me. Empty words hurt you know Y/n? I know you didn’t mean it but still.” Miles said, holding a look that mocked sadness.
“C'mon love speak to me. I’m not that mean.,” Miles pouted, slowly bringing the knife down to his side. “You know this is because I love you so so much.” Miles babbled, caressing your hair.
“Miles, if you let me go, I won't tell anyone. I promise.” You whispered, slowly pulling your head up. “Please Miles, please please.” You muttered over and over like a mantra. You were desperate and wanted to escape. Fuck you would even keep your word. You wouldn’t tell anyone if you would live.
“No, no, no you’re lying.” he mumbled under his breath. “Stop lying to me!” Miles shouted at your face, spit splattering onto your face. Fuck thats nasty.
“Miles i swear to fucking god please i wont ever..” you trailed off, stopping mid sentence as Miles turned his attention to his bag. He was digging in his bag, tossing things that weren't his desired object. Curses and pleads continuously split from him.
For a moment he stopped. He stopped and turned around with the biggest smirk on his face holding a rag. A wet rag in fact. What the fuck was that dosed in?, You thought. Was this really going to be your last moment? Spent in the woods with Miles fucking Fairchild.
You stared at him as he approached with his long limbs, stomping against the dirt filled ground. Once he bent down to you, he didn’t hesitate on muffling you with the rag. You screamed and screamed but you were helpless. Your cries weren’t heard by anyone other than Miles. In fact, he looked as if he enjoyed it. Sick fucker.
Your lids felt heavy. Shit. as Miles felt content at what he was looking at, he lifted the rag, throwing it god knows where. “Fuck you Miles.” you spit at him with all the power you had in your body before you felt your consciousness slipping from you. Gazing above you, you saw Miles grasping your hands with such fragility, as if you were going to break any second. “Miles you’ll regret this so much..” you stuttered off, chloroform kicking in letting the chances of you staying away strand you.
“So, so pretty.” Miles lavished, admirably gazing your body out cold. He heaved your body off the cold ground, carrying you as if you were a baby. ``Let's go home now, hmm?” Miles questioned your unconscious body knowing he wouldn’t get a response. It made him feel joyful. You were finally his. And you were only his. Forever.
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ANON-CORRECT QUOTES
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Purple: (matter-of-factly) Those who resort to such ribald forms of speech simply lack the means of communicating more effectively, due to a limited vocabulary.
Nerd: (boiling with rage) You. Are an. AUDACIOUS. IDEOLOGICALLY UNSOUND. PRESUMPTUOUS. MOTHERF-
Fusion: (popping out of nowhere, scolding) LANGUAGE, NERD-SENPAI!
Source: Twitter
Page Source: (https://twitter.com/deelomas/status/1505136984767229954)
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(After the Cooking Anons made cookies for the rest of the Anons...)
Fusion II: (grabbing the last cookie off the tray)
Sparkle: (getting into a histrionic fit) THE SPECTACULAR SPARKLE'S MOTHER DID NOT RAISE A QUITTER!
Fusion II: (deadpan, holding on to the cookie) But she did raise a drama queen.
Sparkle: (angrily) JUST GIVE ME THE DAMN COOKIE!
Source: Unknown
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(Context: Dream invited Wyre and Myth to play volleyball with her...)
Dream: (in a volleyball uniform, passing the volleyball to Wyre) The ball is life, bruh!
Wyre: (now holding the volleyball, also in a jersey) The ball is life, bruh!
Myth: (in a Catarina cosplay, missing the ball thrown at her) The ball is life, bruh!
Dream/Wyre: (confused as hell) You got the wrong-okay...
Source: Vine
Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X4On51g4ynE)
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(Context: Eldritch trying to convince people ghosts are real, to mixed results...)
Eldritch: (desperately) I-Iris! D-Do you believe in gh-ghosts?!
Iris: (spinning around in a swivel chair) I believe you're a big dork! Hahahaha!
Eldritch: (frowning, before suddenly stopping the swivel chair, causing Iris to fall)
Source: Gravity Falls
Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UkrsZ5iZ7A4)
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(Just outside of Scar's clinic...)
Scar: (exiting his clinic, holding a clipboard, gravely) Demon of Plumes, your test results came back positive.
Egg: (staring at Scar in suspense)
Scar: (smirking from underneath its mask) You're a stage five dumb***.
Wet Sock: (popping from out of nowhere, tossing gothic confetti everywhere) OOOOOOOOOOH!
Egg: (shocked and in disbelief)
Source: Brooklyn Nine-Nine
Video Source: (https://www.reddit.com/r/brooklynninenine/comments/kvr8qf/i_think_about_this_scene_and_crack_up_every_so/)
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(How a JustCurious confession scene would probably go...)
Janon: (wanting his confession to be plain and simple) Thank you for always being there for me. Curious, I-I love you...
Curious: (staring blankly for a couple of seconds)
Curious: (smiling angelically) I love you too, Janon-senpai!
Janon: (smiling at Curious finally catching onto his feelings for them)
Curious: (curteously) I love you...and everybody else, too.
Janon: (smile promptly falling, into a stare of disbelief)
Source: Xenoblade Chronicles II
Video Source: (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JScRVPL5nHM)
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(In the planning stages of the Anon KG...)
The Fancy One/Mastermind: (looking at the plans, smiling proudly) You, my beloved assistant, did an excellent job!~★
The Assistant/Traitor: (eyes sparkling in admiration) My heart is filled with joy at your praise, Boss!
The Fancy One/Mastermind: (disgusted) HEART, you say? Do not forget, we DON'T have a heart!~★
Source: Gormiti: The Lords of Nature Return
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Sorry for my tardiness and schedule slip, but I hope you enjoy the quotes I've submitted!
-Fusion Anon
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It's true- I suck at volleyball XD
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