#platonic yandere marvel x reader

[honey-minded-hivemind]

hi I hope can you can a yandere scott and jean with child reader haunted mansion au please.

Hahaha, yes! So, Reader in this, I'm imagining they are a random kid who was dropped off at the wrong house. Let's see how it goes-

The house was really cold, you'd noticed.

And dusty.

And old.

It seemed rather large, with too many doors and too many paintings and too many mirrors and too many cobwebs to count. It seemed... abandoned. Lonely. And it made you scared. You were trying not to cry, you were trying to be a big kid, but it was hard when every time you walked the floor creaked, and spooky noises came from deep inside the twisting halls.

You were rather happy, then, to see someone. A tall someone, who wore bright red glasses.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" you called, your voice a loud whisper that echoed in the vast void of the room. That caught the attention of the tall person, who was a older teen. He looked pretty shocked to see you.

"What the...?" he said, then came closer. It was quite apparent now that you were tiny compared to him. Yet the moment he was near, you latched onto his leg, hugging it. "Um, hey, kid? Um... how. How did you get in here?"

"I was left here. They said this was where the babysitter was," you answered. He was really cold, almost freezing, like snow. It was weird, but he seemed nice. "Are you the babysitter?"

For a moment he looked conflicted, then he scooped you up, holding you rather gently. "Um, yep. For tonight. My name's Scott, what's yours?" He carried you through the different rooms, until you reached a dining room, setting you down on a chair carefully. For a minute he seemed to flicker, but it must have been a trick of the light...

"Oh... I'm Reader..."

"Huh... that's... that's a good name. Did you need anything?"

"I don't kn-"

"Scott!"

Another teenager soon appeared, one with bright auburn hair, who seemed happy to see him. The moment she saw you, her smile only widened. "Aaaawwww, hi, sweetie! Who are you?"

"That's Reader. Reader, this is Jean, Jean, this is Reader. We were just trying to see if they needed anything," Scott explained. He rubbed his neck sheepishly. "They were, uh... dropped off here."

"What?" Jean seems almost confused, then angry, then calm again. "Okay, I see... Well, let's take care of you, okay, sweetie?" she says to you, and you shyly grin at her. She seems nice.

"Can we play a game?"

"Um, sure, kid. What game did you have in mind?"

"Whatever you want, okay?"

"Um... what about hide and go seek?" you offer. That's met with two nods, and you quickly add, "Can I hide first?"

"Of course. Just... let's play outside, okay? I don't think all the rooms are clean in here, and we don't need you getting sick," Jean explains. Scott nods, and you simply race them to the door. When you look back, they're both closing their eyes, starting to count.

You giggle, racing out the large doors and working your way into the yard beside the large house. It's full of weird rocks and stones, with names carved on them, along with numbers. And there's even one with your name, scratched in and with some sweet words under it... But you decided to hide behind the two that have Scott and Jean's names on them, with rhyming words. It takes awhile before you hear them come out, the only way you know it being them calling, "Ready or not, here we come!"

It doesn't take too long for them to find you, after looking around the different stones and slabs and bushes. And when they do find you, you laugh-scream when hands suddenly pick you up, hugging you tightly.

"There you are!"

"Here I am!"

After that, you're soon put to bed, being kept in a small room with a smaller bed. The blankets smell a little old, and the room is slightly warmer than the others, but you settle down, lulled under by the story being read to you by your two new friends...

When you wake up, your parent is worried, quickly grabbing you and almost running through the halls and out the door, not stopping for a minute. "Where are we going?" you yawn, rubbing at your eyes.

"We're going home, baby, okay? I'm so sorry I left you here all alone, I thought this was the right house!"

"But I wasn't alone..."

Your parent's face goes pale, almost like a ghost. "You... there were people there?"

You nod your head.

With that, they start the car, speeding down the long, long driveway and out into the lonely road. You'd only later find out, when you're older, that the house, a mansion, had been abandoned for years... and that no one was living there at all...

But that didn't mean the dead weren't...

[thefiery-phoenix]

Do you do a/b/o? If yes, can you do platonic yandere avengers where the reader is an alpha but the avengers don't really acknowledge that and treat them like a fragile thing

Sure, I haven't really written for the A/b/o dynamic that often so forgive me if my writing might seem a bit rusty here

Everyone born in the world had to adhere to the rules and norms of society, based on the divisions and the hierarchy of being an alpha, a beta or an omega. Your mother was an omega and your father was an alpha, you were thankful that your father wasn't one of those toxic alphas that mistreated their partner. You frankly couldn't really care less about what you were, as long as you got to lead your life on your own terms. Unfortunately you were a late bloomer and it was still undecided what you were, your parents were somewhat worried about you but you were taking it easy. You felt like you had everything under control, even after you joined the Avengers which was saying something till the day finally arrived when your scent started acting up without your knowledge

Of course, you liked the Avengers and considered them your family, but it annoyed you whenever they'd baby you and infantilize you like you couldn't do something by yourself. You're rarely ever allowed to go on missions without someone keeping an eye out for you and even then, you're just handling things from being safely inside the Quinjet which does make you grumpy at times since you're not getting that thrill and excitement of being in a fight despite your powers and skills. Every time you'd complain about it, Steve would just smile at you like you said something adorable and Bucky and Natasha would have amused smirks playing on their faces while Tony openly snickers at your frustration and pats your head and coos at you in a slightly patronizing manner that you're too young for such things. Bruce can understand your frustrations but he has to agree with them, you were pretty young and it was still undecided WHAT you were, if your phermones started acting up during a fight or a battle people could take advantage of it which was something NONE of them wanted happening

What you thought to be a regular day for you turned out to be a day that changed the course of your life completely. You were in the Quinjet as usual and while Steve, Bucky, Natasha and Clint and Tony were busy fighting against the HYDRA agents outside, some of them managed to sneak inside the Quinjet, however before you were about to attack and fight to stand your ground, you felt a strange sensation inside your gut. You tried to ignore the feeling but it just continued to grow stronger to the point where you could barely even stand properly. Your face turned pale and beads of sweat started forming on your head as the room was filled with the scent of a lingering burning odor in the atmosphere. Bruce was with you and he instantly knew you were going through the process of finding out your identity and could make out that you were an Alpha from your scent

"Well, we have an Alpha on our hands here boys...we could use someone like you'' said one of the HYDRA agents with a nasty smirk on his face and tried to tranquilize you before Wanda used her magic on them and blasted them away from your range. The mission was quickly aborted since their main priority was to ensure that you got back to the compound so you could get the help that you needed. You were clutching your abdomen in pain as your scent kept growing stronger and your face started looking flushed and you could feel like your temperate soared, like you had a fever and you didn't know why but you had a sudden balloon of pent up rage and anger growing inside you while you squirmed around in discomfort. Natasha stroked your hair with a sympathetic look on her face and Wanda tried to use her magic to ease your mind from the pain and discomfort

After you reached the compound, Bruce ran a few tests for you and handed you some medicine and it was soon an established fact that you were indeed, an Alpha. Most of them were frankly quite surprised at the news when they heard that you were an Alpha since you didn't really come off an Alpha to them. They still saw you as their precious little angel that needed protection and guidance nonetheless, if anything it just increased their possessiveness and obsessive levels of protecting you even more. Being an Alpha means that you now have quite the bounty on your head, there were plenty of dangers you'd be exposed to which was why they'll all take extra steps and measures to keep you safe like Tony asking JARVIS you don't leave the tower without their permission and giving them access to all your social media activities and whatnot

They don't really care about how strong you are anymore, they see you as someone they need to protect. You're a little thing that doesn't know the ways of the world, let them keep you safe. It's dangerous outside anyways, so you won't really be allowed to leave the compound anymore. And even if you do, Steve, Bucky and Natasha will always accompany you while Clint is ready on standby as a backup in case someone gets too close for their liking to give them a 'little warning' with his arrows.

You'll most definitely be spoiled rotten with the avengers since they tend to baby you A LOT! And unfortunately for you, that also means no doing dangerous stuff and no going on missions with them or even entering the kitchen for that matter since who knows WHAT sort of dangerous items you could injure yourself with there

They're like your very own personal body guards and they've all formed a schedule who gets to spend time with you on what days and everything. Sometimes it even ends up in fights since they ALL want to spend time with you lol, but be glad that another Civil War doesn't take place. They'll cuddle you and you'll be suffocated with their presence that it might be a bit overwhelming for you at times but hey, on the bright side no one would ever mess with you again. As suffocating and smothering their presence might be for you, they just want what's best for you. There's no reason for you to burden yourself with the nonsense happening around the world, and do you really need to see your parents? They can't keep you safe like the avengers do so...your new home is with them and they have no intention of ever letting you have your old life back. But it's all for your own good in the end and they hope you'll get to see how much they love you one fine day

[floatyflowers]

Dark Platonic Father! Spiderman x reader

Peter Parker never imagined ending up as a single young father.

But it happened, and he doesn't regret it at all, even though it is hard to take care of a child while being a superhero.

Adding to that, he is keeping his identity a secret from you.

Why? because you have phobias from spiders

He always makes sure you get to school on time and helps you with your homework.

Spiderman is incredibly protective of you, always making sure you're safe and sound, even if it means breaking a few bones while saving the world.

Peter is your biggest fan, cheering you on from the sidelines at every performance you do.

And if a parent or a student makes fun of you, he doesn't mind paying them a visit and 'putting them in their places'

And by that, I mean he scares the living hell out of them.

Even if he is always busy, but all his free time is spent with you, because he believes his life should revolve around him.

So imagine his shock when he discovered that you have friends.

He felt betrayed

Yes, he flew to their houses dressed as Spiderman and made them swear to stay away from you or he will eat them alive.

Maybe it's Venom who is starting to effect his behaviour.

[moiravim]

Overprotective

Overprotective!Dad!Stephen Strange x GN!teen!yn

Platonic!America Chavez x GN!teen!YN

summary: living with Steven Strange as your dad

Stephen was always extremely overprotective of you. He would let you have fun but he'd always be by your side.

He'd do anything to keep you happy but sometimes he didn't know what you needed. He'd shower you in gifts and try to spend as much time with you as possible, but often got held up at work.

That was until he had gotten in a car accident and could no longer work in the hospital. He was heartbroken but stayed strong around you.

When he started working in the Sanctum Sanctorum he became much happier and started healing. He'd spend hours every day with you. He loves teaching you everything he knows.

During the events of Infinity War he made you stay at home. He was worried you'd get hurt and decided it was the best option.

When he got back after the blip he became even more protective. He had realized how easy it is to loose people and he can't loose you.

He never leaves your side unless he's doing something he believes is dangerous. Then he'll make you stay with Wong and on rare occasions Christine.

When you meet America the two of you immediately become friends. It was nice for you to finally be around someone your age.

He'd let the two of you go out by yourselves but don't think he's against grounding you if you get into trouble.

Stephen takes your safety very seriously and won't let you out yourself at risk.

[toast-on-dandelioms]

✨Hallo! You can call me Alex and I write about whatever I find extremely interesting or whatever I can obsess over for a period of time.✨

So this is the masterlist for what you can request (I will try to write if I can), and what I write for!

Rules for requesting anything:

-I do not write anything smut for now

-I won't always do everyone's asks because I am pretty busy with school so please don't get mad if I don't do your ask/request.

-you can ask about characters in current fics!

-I will write yanderes, mostly platonic and maybe romantic.

-I will try writing romantic yanderes but I am not good with romance, so please don't get mad if I don't do it well.

-I will only write the reader gender neutral, so mostly using 'you' or they/them in fics. I will not write fics with a specific gender.

-you can request gore and dark content but again, I am not the best writer in this app so please don't be mad and compare me to another writer.

-english is not my first language, it's like my third language, so if you see mistakes sorry.

Also to find the fics without having to search for it!

(Small warning, if a fandom has a '_' next to it, it means I do know about the characters and what happens but I am not super knowledgeable about it, so if I write the fic and you see the character not being like you see on the show, then sorry)

The fandoms I will write about:

-DC

-Marvel

-Jujutsu Kaisen_

-Avatar the last Airbender

-Avatar and Avatar the way of the water

-Turtle mutant Ninja Turtles and Rise of the Mutant Ninja turtles

-Stranger Things

-Fast and Furious

-One piece_

-Spiderverse

-Arcane

-Genshin Impact_

-Ouran Host Club

-Hazbin Hotel

-Helluva Boss

(If there's more I will update it!)

Tag List!

For all the dividers and when I'll change the masterlist, I take everything from @saradika-graphics, all the beautiful dividers are from her! So follow her since she does amazing designs!

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Do you remember that ask about platonic yandere siblings Loki & Thor with a sibling who lives on Midgard? Can I request sibling!reader inviting their two brothers for Chrismas the Midgardian style? I would imagine Thor being super excited but totally clueless about the whole thing and Loki only showing up because of their sibling and other then that not wanting any part of it lmao

Yan!Brother!Thor and Yan!Brother!Loki Spending Christmas on Midgard w/Sibling!Reader Headcanons (platonic)

When their beloved sibling decided to make Midgard their new home, taking up permanent residence and choosing to live a day to day life similar to any other Midgardian in complete contrast to their godly title back home on Asgard, Thor and Loki we’re devastated. Their sibling was leaving. They were leaving their parents behind. They were leaving Asgard, the only home they’ve ever known, behind. But most importantly they were leaving Thor and Loki behind.

Out of the two, Thor was the quickest to accept you leaving. Of course it helped with you telling him he and Loki can visit whenever and are always welcomed at your new home, as well as promising that you’ll visit once in a while. Not to mention Frigga did her best to ease both Thor’s and Loki’s distress over the new change. As much as Thor still didn’t like the whole thing he was more tolerable of it now. But Loki was a different case.

Loki absolutely detested your moving to Midgard and abandoning your family, abandoning him. His dislike for Midgard and the Midgardians that inhabit it was already pretty bad but now it’s pure unabashed hatred for the place and people that took his beloved sibling away from him. He is somewhat happy that you said he was welcomed to your new home whenever but it doesn’t fix anything for him whatsoever. You shouldn’t need a ‘new home’ not when you already had one to begin with. To say he’s salty is an understatement, Loki is extremely sulky and resentful of the entire thing altogether and nothing could make him come around to it. The only thing that would make him truly happy is having you back home where you belong.

Also, when Loki first learns about you leaving to Midgard he wholeheartedly believes you’re leaving because of him and his ‘God of Mischief’ antics. There would no doubt be a moment of him bursting into your bedchambers on Asgard, a sobbing and inconsolable mess begging you to stay, that he’ll be good from now on if it means you won’t leave him. He doesn’t care how weak or pathetic he looks and sounds, you’re the only one he ever felt he could allow himself to be this way with because he knew you wouldn’t judge him and you sure as hell wouldn’t tell a soul about it. Even if you did find him pathetic yourself, you at least didn’t utter a word regarding it.

It takes a lot of getting use to now that they don’t have you around. They both miss talking with you, laughing with you, running around and playing games with you (even if all of you were too old for playing games, it was still very much a part of your lives). Thor is a sulking mess, not nearly as boisterous and shining as he was before. Loki doesn’t even feel like playing tricks on any one, let alone Thor and keeps to himself more than ever, barely leaving his own bedchambers unless Frigga comes to drag him out herself.

Speaking of Frigga, she is very much the glue that keeps both Thor and Loki from letting their despair swallow them whole. She assures them that you are doing well, that you are safe and happy but it doesn’t change their moods too much. It does ease them some but it also leads them to miss you all the more. They wish you were safe and happy with them here on Asgard. No matter how frustrating and unwilling either are to pull themselves out of their funk, Frigga never ceases to do what she can to keep them from dwelling too long in the dark.

It’s slow and little by little but eventually Thor is getting back to his usual self and Loki is getting back to his old mischievous habits, albeit they’re a tad bit more cruel but it’s something. It isn’t until Odin announces that you’ll be making a visit to Asgard that they both perk up more than ever since you’ve been gone. Neither can conceal their excitement at being able to see, talk, and touch you. Just being able to be in your presence again has both Thor and Loki ecstatic.

When you’re finally there in the flesh with them again it’s the reunion that all of Asgard had been waiting for with bated breath. Thor can’t help himself and immediately engulfs his precious sibling in a bone crushing hug but they happily accept it having missed him and his infamous hugs. It feels like forever before he’s made to let go courtesy of Loki wanting to finally greet his beloved sibling after being a part for so long. He envelopes you in a hug too, not nearly like Thor’s but it’s still a tight hold. He keeps it more under wraps than Thor had but just wait until there’s no one else around and he’ll be latched on to you like a second skin.

It feels so good to have the three of you together again. Frigga and Odin can’t help but admire the wholesome sight before them. Their little family was back together again and it felt so right.

During their sibling’s entire visit, Thor and Loki are attached to either side of them the whole time. Neither of them step away for any reason and everyone around knows better then to try and pull them away. If someone were to be idiotic enough to try, Thor and Loki put them in their place without hesitation. Nothing is keeping them from missing out on getting to be with their precious sibling again after what’s felt like an eternity without them.

It isn’t until the very last day of their visit, maybe even right before they’re about to leave, that they invite both Thor and Loki to spend what the Midgardians call “Christmas” with them at their new home. Neither Thor or Loki are sure about what this “Christmas” is but the way their eyes lit up and the smile that spread across their lips showed just how much this “Chsirtmas” thing was to them. And who were both Thor and Loki to refuse an invitation to spend even more time with their beloved sibling. Even if Loki could careless about Midgard and the Midgardians, he wouldn’t miss out on this if it meant so much to his sibling.

Thor and Loki would show up a few days in advance before actual Christmas Day just to spend some more time with you and get a feel for what this whole “Christmas” thing was exactly. Thor is excited to not only get to see and be with you but also to take in everything. He may as well be jumping up like a toddler hyped up on sugar. Meanwhile, Loki couldn’t be more uncomfortable and disgusted from what he’s seen so far of Midgard. This was the place you left them and Asgard for? It doesn’t look like much at all, let alone something worth your time.

Once they are at your home and in your company they are greeted to bright lights, an array of odd decor, and a tree heavily decorated from stump to treetop with various shiny and dangling things as well as more lights and some sparkly stuff called ‘garland’. It really is a sight to behold never having seen it before and it certainly appears that you went all out for it. Thor is absolutely captivated by everything he sees and he wants to touch it all but the first ornament he reaches out for breaks within seconds. Meanwhile, as taken aback as Loki is he still isn’t too fazed by it. Honestly you could have all of this and more back home on Asgard. He doesn’t really care about the bright lights, or shiny decorations, or even the stupid ridiculous tree (he of course wouldn’t tell you that). All he wants is to spend time with you and convince you to come home.

After they get all settled you tell them all about what Christmas means to Midgardians and the traditions they follow in regards to it. Thor is all ears, completely captivated by each and every word you say explaining everything. Meanwhile, Loki is also listening intently but he’s much more subtle about it. He still doesn’t get it but if you’re so invested in it then he’ll be along for the ride he supposes.

You tell them all about the foods and deserts they make to eat on the special day, the songs they sing, the cartoons and shows they watch, and last but not least the gift giving that takes place. Everything so far has had both of their attention but that last one about gifts is what really gets them. They didn’t bring you any gifts. They hadn’t thought about it. You didn’t say anything about gifts. Okay, now they’re both inwardly panicking cause they’ve come empty handed. Loki could of course use his magic to give you something but Thor is at a loss. He may even pester Loki into conjuring something up for Thor to give you. But they have a few days to come up with something, right? That’s plenty of time!

The days leading up to Christmas are spent showing both Thor and Loki around Midgard and to your favorite places. You make the point to tell them that around this time of year things get much more hectic then they usually are but you don’t mind too much, if anything you like watching the hustle and bustle. But both Thor and Loki look and feel so out of place, they’re grateful they have you to guide them but they feel completely out of their element, especially Loki.

Christmas Eve is when you spend the whole day prepping for the Christmas Day feats you have planned and what feast it’ll be with Thor there. Both Thor and Loki help where they can with what they can but Loki is the one who ends up doing the better job out of the two only because Thor either ends up breaking something or burning something but he’s content doing whatever as long as he’s involved. Although inevitably the two make a contest out of whatever it is they’re doing, especially if it’s the same task.

Both Thor and Loki are appreciative and happy when you add some Asgardian traditions to the mix, whether with some of the foods and goodies you make or maybe even in some of the home decor they hadn’t noticed before. They’re both very relieved that you haven’t completely cut Asgard out of your life and you have things that remind you of them and your old home.

When it comes time to bake cookies and decorate them, Thor can’t wait. He’s making all different shapes and sizes, decorating them all over the place that by the end of it he’s covered in an array of icing, sprinkles and probably some odd bits of cookie dough. Loki somehow manages to stay clean and pristine through the whole process, not only that but all his cookies are immaculate and even. It may result in a bit of quarrel between the two but you’re able to calm them down.

If you were to wipe some icing on or sprinkle some sprinkles on Loki then he’d just accept it but there will be retaliation and he’ll do the same thing to you. Of course Thor gets involved and by the end of it all of you are more decorated with icing and sprinkles then the actual cookies are.

When met the aspect of wearing matching pajamas or sweaters, Thor is absolutely all for it. Loki takes a bit to come around to putting either on and when he does he does so begrudgingly but really he actually likes it. Especially since you picked them out. If you were to have made the pajama or sweaters yourself then both Thor and Loki would treat them like the most precious and fragile things in existence. They would be so careful wearing them, doing their absolute best to keep them in good condition.

If their sibling were to have gone out of their way to get a small Christmas tree and a few little decorations to put on it so that Thor and Loki could experience decorating a tree alongside their sibling would make them both melt. Thor does his damndest to be gentle and gingerly when putting anything on the tree. He doesn’t want to ruin it and in turn ruin the moment they’re all sharing together. Loki acts like this whole thing isn’t a big deal but deep down it is. Their sibling had already excitedly and impulsively decorated their home and the tree before Thor and himself got there but still wanted to share this part of the tradition with them.

It would really make Loki feel nice and warm inside that they went out and did that for him and Thor. He was working his way to warming up to this whole Christmas thing. But what would make it even better was if it was on Asgard, where the three of you, Frigga and maybe Odin could all be doing this and celebrating together like a family if only you’d come back home. To your real home, leaving this pretend one behind.

When Christmas Day is finally here, your excitement for the day is enough to get Thor and Loki in the spirit. Thor is very much more open and outwardly showing his fondness for it while. While even though Loki is willing to participate and go along with it he still isn’t nearly as fond of the whole aspect as you and Thor are. But seeing you glowing with joy would keep him biting his tongue and going with whatever.

Now when you hand them their gifts that you’ve been desperately trying to keep as much of a surprise as possible both Thor and Loki are excited and anxious to see what you’ve gotten them, especially since they’re pretty sure it’s Midgardian related. No matter what it is they both would absolutely cherish it to no end. Even Loki who could careless about Midgard and everything to do with it because it took you away from him would be utterly infatuated with what you gifted him. As long as it’s from you and the fact that you looked so worried about how either of them would react to their gifts, in particular keeping more of a close eye on him and his reaction specifically, that it automatically makes his gift the best thing he’s ever received from anyone.

Thor is also extremely elated with his gift. You may have to tell him what it is or how it works but he loves it nonetheless and it will become his most prized possession. As would Loki’s gift becoming Loki’s very own prized possession that he would keep in the safest place where only he could have access to it.

After that it’s time for your gifts. Both Thor and Loki take out the gifts they had very quickly and sloppily put together for you. Thor’s wrapping was of course messy and scrunched up but it was obvious he had tried his very best. Meanwhile, of course Loki’s wrapping was immaculate probably having used his magic to do it for him but still it was lovely all the same. Handing the gifts off to you, Thor and Loki sit back anxiously awaiting your own reaction similar to how you had been earlier. They doth wait with bated breath hoping that you love what they rushed to put together for you.

They both got you something to remind you of not only them but also Asgard as a whole. They had even gone back to Asgard at some point and gotten Frigga to add her own gifts into the mix as well as Heimdall and a few others. As much as Thor wanted you to come back home he also realized just how truly happy you seemed during your visit when talking about Midgard and your adventures there. Asgard would always be there for you but while you were making a home on Midgard you may as well be surrounded but things to remind of your original home and the family that was there waiting for you.

Loki wants you to come back home no matter what and he would be the one to drag you back. But having talked again with mother and hearing her explain things he supposed he could wait for a bit before trying to enact any attempts at being you home. He also gifted you something that would remind you of him and of him so you’d never forget about what was there for you when you were finally over this Midgardian phase. It would be something you could always wear; a ring, necklace, bracelet/cuff, a hair piece, broach, etc. But it wouldn’t be any ordinary piece, it would be fitted with the most valuable and beautiful jewel or jewels found in all of the nine realms. Not to mention Loki has definitely used his magic to do something to it to keep you and him connected without you knowing about it. Whether it’s to keep track of you and wherever you may be, or it’s had a protective spell cast on it to keep you safe, or maybe it allows him to hear and feel your heartbeat so he can feel closer to you while being so far apart.

Both Thor and Loki would freak out if their sibling were burst into tears at the gifts they got them and the people from Asgard they brought into it. The homesickness would really kick in after all of that. Thor and Loki would both rush to comfort their sibling and calm them down. If their sibling were to make some wholesome comment about family being the best gift of all or something like that it would have Thor smiling like an idiot and Loki smiling softly at them.

The rest of the day would be filled with fun and laughter. Thor would of course have to tell you about how much difficulty Loki had trying to wrap his gift for you and very loudly might I had. It would be even funnier if Loki’s perfect and pristine gift was actually wrapped by Thor while Thor’s scrunched up and messily wrapped gift was Loki’s actual wrapping job. Loki would be utterly ashamed that Thor threw him under the bus like that but he would get him back later. Probably with a snowball to the face cause of course there has to be a snowball fight. And making snow angels but that’ll be saved for after the carnage that takes place when the snowball fight starts up.

[atlasscrumpit]

Yandere Tony Stark

(platonic yandere)

Tony sat on your bed watching you sleep peaceful, he didn't know what had gotten into him.

Ever since you'd joined the team he'd become protective and possessive of you.

He just couldn't image life without you anymore, he always wanted a daughter.

Was it crazy for him to think of you like his daughter?

He looked at you and gently reached forward brushing the hair out of your face.

"I'll make sure to love you like no one ever has." He whispered as you stirred a little.

He quickly backed away and out of your room, it was best you didn't know he was there.

--

You woke up the next morning and stumbled downstairs to see it was just Steve awake.

"You're up early." He commented as you yawned and went straight for the coffee.

"I had a nightmare so I thought it was just best to get up." You muttered pouring fresh coffee into your favourite cup.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as you looked down at your cup.

"Just the usual." You muttered as he nodded and you sat next to him.

"What are your plans for the day, Cap?" You asked as he chuckled softly.

"Nothing too exciting." He replied making you nod in response.

You sat and watched TV until you heard a noise and saw Tony walking down the stairs.

He saw you and instantly felt at ease watching you laugh at the TV.

"Hey, Tony! Want me to make you a coffee?" You asked making him smile.

"That would be great, kid." He replied before sitting at the kitchen table beside Steve.

"You only keep Y/N on the team because she makes you coffee." Steve said jokingly as you laughed.

"It's definitely a bonus." Tony commented before you came over and gave him his favourite coffee.

"Thank you so much, sweetheart." He said making you smile as you sat back down on the couch.

Steve left eventually and Tony decided to sit next to you to finish his coffee.

"Did you have any nightmares?" He asked as you hugged your knees to your chest and nodded.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked gently placing his hand on your knee.

"It was about my father." You whispered. He hated your father more than anything in this world.

That man wasn't your father, he was a monster.

Tony could take care of you so much better.

"He was a terrible man, Y/N. He will never hurt you again, you have my word." Tony said as you smiled and leant onto his shoulder.

"I have you guys as my family now." You whispered as Tony smiled and wrapped an arm around you.

"And we'll protect you with our lives, sweetheart." He replied making you smile in return and close your eyes.

"Can I sleep in your room tonight? I can set up a mattress." You whispered shyly as Tony smiled, you were finally relying on him and trusting him and he'd never felt better.

"You can sleep on my bed if you want. It's a super king bed so there's plenty of room. Only if you're comfortable." He suggested as you smiled softly.

"Only if you're okay with it." You replied shyly.

"I'd be more than happy to keep you safe."

--

The day went on and Tony had some work to do. As much as he hated not spending time with you he knew he had to distance himself.

He knew he was getting possessive but he didn't know if he could stop it.

He stepped out to the main room and saw you sitting and talking to Steve.

You were leant up against him and Tony felt anger rising in his chest.

He knew it was wrong to be jealous that maybe you saw Steve as a father figure.

He walked over to you and sat on the opposite couch, pouting.

"You okay, Tony?" Steve asked as you looked up from the TV.

"I'm fine." Tony grumbled as you sat up.

"You look upset." You commented with a worried voice.

"I'm fine, Y/N." He grumbled as you looked away sadly.

Tony looked at you and panicked.

He'd made you upset and that's the last thing he wanted.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I was just a bit on edge from working in the lab, you didn't do anything." He said as you smiled a little.

"Do you want me to come help?" You asked making him smile.

"I would love that." He replied knowing this would be the best way to get you away from Steve.

You followed him back into the elevator and down to his lab.

"So, what are you having issues with?" You asked looking around his lab.

"Do you look at Steve as a father figure?" He muttered not looking at you as you looked at him in confusion.

"No, not really. He's protective of me cause I'm younger but I kind of see him like an older brother or best friend more than anything." You explained as Tony looked at you and nodded.

"Do you see anyone as a father figure?" He asked quietly as you looked at him.

"Well... I suppose you're the closest thing I have to a father figure. You protect me and take care of me and you're nothing like my real father." You said looking away from him shyly.

Tony felt himself smile with pride.

"I'm glad you see me like that, you deserve someone that you can trust and that will protect you." Tony said coming closer to you.

He gently wrapped his arms around you and you smiled, wrapping yours around his waist.

"I don't know what I would do without you, Tony." You whispered feeling him stroke his hand through your hair.

He wanted more than anything for you to call him Dad but it was too early to even suggest it.

Once you and Tony had tinkered around his lab you went back upstairs with him.

"Oh also I should probably let you know that I have a date with a boy on the weekend." You said in the elevator as he looked at you in shock but mainly anger.

"Why is this the first time I'm hearing this?" He muttered trying to keep his anger under control.

"Well, you work a lot, it all just came about so quickly." You said a little nervously as Tony stopped the elevator making you look at him in shock.

"T-Tony?" You muttered looking at him with fear.

"I don't want you dating anyone." He muttered as you looked at him in confusion.

"I don't understand, why do you care?" You muttered in a small voice.

"Because you're my daughter and I have to protect you!" He shouted making you look at him in shock and slowly back away from him.

"What?" You muttered as he looked directly into your eyes.

"No one has ever been there for you, you need someone. To tell you what's right and wrong and that's me, understood?" He said stalking closer to you as you looked up at him in fear.

"I don't understand what's happening Tony. You're scaring me." You whispered looking away from him.

"Is that what it's going to take to make you listen? Do I have to scare you?" He growled lowly standing in front of you as you held your breath.

"I'm not your daughter." You whispered as he chuckled softly.

"That's not your choice, Y/N." He whispered not knowing what over took him, but thus was the only way to keep you safe.

"I have to keep you safe, Y/N." He whispered as you felt a tear in your eye.

"I'm sorry, I just love you so much. And I have to protect you." He said as you shook your head.

"Please don't do this, Tony." You whispered as he reached up to hold your face softly.

"Shh, you're going to be safe now, babygirl. I'll take care of you."I

[poisonousroxstar]

Imagine:

Platonic Yandere Spider-man/Miguel O'Hara with a Mami!Spider!Reader

Plot Summery: Platonic Miguel O'hara with a spider-person that's like Mami from Madoka Magica (the TV series mainly) This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MADOKA MAGICA TV SERIES & ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): Although the show focuses around magical girls, this is meant to GN!! I just loved the movies (watched them both for the first time) and had to write about it!

Miguel would be a very protective and controlling yandere. He's afraid something will happen to you, as it has many times before. You're not sure when it happened, but Miguel grew extremely attached to you. Perhaps you've been with him for an incredibly long time, or maybe your kind and friendly yet brave facade have warmed his walled heart. Either way, Miguel has become very overprotective. He refuses to let anything happen to you.

That said, your skills, magical abilities, strategic mindset, and leadership skills make you one of his best. So oftentimes, but reluctantly, he'll send you off on missions to ensure the steady flow of Canon Events in different universes, as well as other tasks. You're extremely efficient in your role, and while it does sadden you to watch it happen, you trust Miguel's judgement. He doesn't put you on missions he knows you won't be able to handle, and you're almost always guaranteed to not to encounter any other magical girls/boys on your missions.

Miguel knows you need Grief Seeds to cleanse your Soul Gem after using your magic, but that doesn't change the fact he hates when you go off to go hunt down witches. It terrifies him actually. He knows you're more then capable, but that doesn't erase the fear, so he'll oftentimes either accompany you or have someone go with you just to be safe. He will also pester you to use your Grief Seed when you need it, and probably hordes a bunch just in case.

Miguel knows about witches, how they're really magical girls/boys who had their gems corrupted. How they're just used and discarded by the incubators. And he knows how fragile your mind is. So for that, he makes sure to control the information that gets fed to you. 

Miguel despises Kyubey and has tried, and failed at, getting rid of him. Not only does he know that Kyubey is using you, but he's jealous that you're so attentive and kind to it. How you care about it like a close friend. If only you knew, but Miguel won't ever dare to tell you the truth of Kyubey. He just tries to keep you away from him as much as he can.

The only peace he ever has is when you're enjoying a wonderful teatime together, preferably (almost strictly) when it's just you and him. The delicious tea, desserts, and your pleasantness is a fresh breath of air for Miguel every time. It's the only time that he's ever felt so… at peace. So content in this little bubble you both share. For just a moment, he can forget the ripping multiverse.

It's moments like these that make everything he's doing and has done worth it. You're a lonely person, so having a constant like Miguel in your life is absolutely welcomed. Miguel is also a lonely man, even if he doesn't say it aloud. You're both alone, but you have each other. And for Miguel, that's absolutely perfect.

Miguel really loves you. He absolutely does, although it can be hard at times for him to express it. Just know he loves you so much. And hopefully nothing happens to you, because Miguel wouldn't be able to handle it.

Angst Below Cut

If you do end up meeting your tragic end, however. Miguel is broken even more. He worked so hard to make sure you were happy, safe, and that your Soul Gem was clean. He did so much, but it wasn't enough to save you.

If you died, it's likely the shock at meeting a witch who actually counters you is too much of a shock for you to act in time. If Miguel is with you during this, then no doubt his instincts kick in before yours does. But it's too late, your head is in the jaw of the witch, your Soul Gem is shattered, and your body is devoured. The look of devastation on his face is heartbreaking, but it is quickly replaced with a need for revenge. He's not thinking clearly when he goes to attack the witch. All he wants is blood. And he will get it.

If you eventually learn the truth about magical girls/boys, how they're destined to be witches, and how Miguel had been withholding that knowledge to you, you break. And you go on a rampage, killing countless spider-men/women in your path in effort to save the innocent, having lost your mind to insanity. Miguel tries to calm you down, tries to reason with you, but it's no use. You're not listening, and worse yet you're trying to kill him too.it doesn't help that, while your mind is fracture, you're still a strategist. If Miguel is forced to kill you, he would never forgive himself. He'll never forget crushing your Soul Gem in his hands, and watching as your body went absolutely limp. He feels disgusted in himself.

If you become a witch, Miguel can't bring himself to kill you. He can't do it, so he locks you up in one of his cages instead. A part of him knows that you're not there anymore, that you're just a monster now. But the rest of him either denies this reality, choosing to instead believe you're still ib there, or simply can't bring itself to finish you off. He watches as your witch form behaves in such a similar kind and inviting manner, although he knows the wickedness behind its welcoming ribboney arms. It hurts.

In either of these scenarios, Miguel doesn't get a happy ending. Either situation just scars him badly, makes him colder, more irrational in his anger. He'll never be the same, not without his baby.

[ametrictonofaudacity]

Hii! I've requested from you before ( I requested yan superman and what he told lois and his parents about reader) but anyway, I had another idea for a one-shot to share if you don't mind! ( It's a bit of a marvel x DC thing)

Reader being the child of a villain and being saved by Batfam and/ or superfam and taken into their family. One day the justice league gets wind of some kind of interdimensional portal that opened up. Superfam / batfam shocked to see it's their darling child. Basically they come from a universe where they were never saved by their father and were raised by their bio villain parents. I could imagine superfam's darling being like Deadpool or being raised by someone like him (ignoring the fact he's from marvel). They swear a lot and have a crude and sarcastic sense of humor. Just the complete opposite from superman's version of his child.

For Batfam reader would be like Laura Kinney, and since they were never saved they ended up as a test subject for a secret organization trying to create mutant solders. They see reader following their father and not exactly know how to interact with people without trying to murder them. (Much like Laura Kinney in the movie Logan). They don't talk and once they've calmed down they are a sweet kid just damaged. Imagine batman's anger seeing Logan act so aggressive/ passive aggressive towards different reality! Reader.

It breaks both families hearts to see their child be so different due to all the pain they went through. Maybe the justice league uses their counterparts technology and their data base and they basically see what reader went through. All the intense testing that's basically torture ( if you're comfortable writing that) like the documentation of every experiment that reader went through. ( Maybe in their universe they didn't know the gravity of the whole situation and didn't see what happened they just knew that this kid needed help).

Anyways that's just what's been on my mind, thank you in advance if you do answer❤️ have a good day sirrr!!

Hi!! I would absolutely love to write this, it’s such a neat idea! Especially given the different reactions each family member would have, as well as how it works!

So for this, I’ll be doing the Batman one, but I honestly think there will be a Superfam follow up!

Logan will not be on screen, but he ( as well as other Marvel characters, will be referenced!! Reader has enhances senses, on par with Wolverine

Warnings: medical abuse and torture, obsessive behavior, some deeply traumatized children, reader is non-verbal for the most part, mentioned child neglect and controlling behavior. As always, read safely and enjoy!!

You had lived in a mansion before. Briefly, of course, not having like being tied down by the X-Men and their strange customs, but you had lived there. It had been awkward and strange and uncomfortable, adjusting from life on the run to life with a bed and a warm plate, not helped by the fact that Wolverine had wanted nothing to do with you.

This wasn’t that. This was so far from that it made you seethe with rage.

You drag your claws over a bit of wood, gouging into it, and grit your teeth. You had been avoiding your dimensional counterpart, and their siblings, and now you you were trying and failing to carve something from the hunk of dead wood you had found under a tree. It was slow going, since you didn’t have any proper tools and the action only reminded you of the fact that, somehow, you had drawn the dimensional short stick and gotten completely screwed.

You throw the hunk of wood at the tree with an enraged shriek, and it shatters, tiny bits of wood flying everywhere. It wasn’t even good carving wood anyways. Too dry and brittle.

You begin to search for a new one. Alfred- their butler- kept the grounds neat. Pristine. It was hard to find any wood of carving size lying around, and it was even harder to find a piece worth trying to carve.

Your ears prick at the sound of a body moving, the footsteps so silent there’s no possible way you would have heard it if you weren’t a mutant. There’s a pause, and then the body moves forward again, this time much louder.

It takes you a moment to realize they were announcing their presence. The thought warms your chest a little bit, and you retract your claws, feeling the skin heal over and the pain vanish.

Dick -your counterparts oldest brother- steps out into view. You stare at him, even as he continues to approach, a friendly smile on his face. Everything about him, his body language and the way his blue eyes sparked with concern, was an open book, a far cry from when you first arrived and he watched you with sharp eyes while keeping your counterpart away from you.

You didn’t trust it, and you shift, narrowing your eyes at him. He doesn’t seem phased.

“Hey! I was looking for you. Dinner’s ready, if you would like to come eat?” He offers with a small half smile, and your stomach decides for you. You nod, and he grins.

“Come on than. We’ll be eating in the main hall tonight, since everyone is visiting to help you with everything that’s been going on.” He doesn’t touch you, although his hand twitches like he wants to, and you appreciate it. You wonder if your counterpart also didn’t like being touched, or if they had grown used to it.

You follow silently. He seems content to let the silence hang, before he glances at you.

“Damian had a lot of similar problems when he first got here. The anger, the violence. He wasn’t used to having anyone in his corner.” It’s a statement. One that baffles you.

Had they really realized how much you were struggling with such ease? If so, how? You knew you were violent and abrasive, you came by it honestly, so how were they so good at telling? Not even Logan, your father, had realized, and you both had spent so much time shoving each other way that it had become a familiar song and dance.

You don’t say anything. You don’t think he expects you too, even though he lets the silence hang in the air. It’s not an awful silence. It’s almost peaceful, actually.

The Mansion was in full view now, old brick and ivy covered walls, and you follow him inside. You are immediately hit with the sound of laughter, and yelling, and delighted clapping and whooping. It takes you a moment to reorient yourself, but when you do, you quietly slip further into the halls, sticking close to Dick.

He seems almost smug about that. You figure it’s simply another one of this world’s weird eccentricities.

The hall has one massive, long table, and there are so many people there. You had seen some of them, you recognized the white-haired one as Jason and the shortest as Damian, but so many of them were entirely new. Your counterpart seems comfortable, and you avert your eyes from them, slightly weirded out to see your face on someone else.

“Oi! Dick, get over here!” Jason motions, pointing to the two seats next to him. Dick grins, sitting in his seat, and you sit as well, idly fiddling with your silverware.

“So how come you were the only one able to find them when the rest of us were tearing through the manor looking for them?” Jason complains, and he passes a plate, Dick serving his food and yours. You don’t know if you’re pleased or annoyed, but he gives you plenty and that’s all you really care about.

“They just needed some time to cool off outside.” Dick shrugs, and you start eating, your stomach twisting angrily every second you don’t.

“Whatever. B managed to get some results on the the blood tests, so all of that is.. in the works.” Jason gestures vaguely, and you frown, before a new person huffs.

She’s blonde, and pretty, with sharp blue eyes that narrow at Jason.

“Keep talking shop at the dinner table and Alfie’s gonna bench you.” She sing-songs, before turning to you. “I’m Stephanie, by the way. I wasn’t here when you arrived, or else I would have kept the guys from being too stupid.”

“Oh bullshit! You would’ve been pulling stupid shit right alongside us.” Jason protests, and you snort. The sound surprises you, but it makes a delighted grin appear on Stephanie’s and Jason’s faces, and even your counterpart looks pleased.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She declares imperiously, nose upturned to give the illusion of looking down at Jason. It doesn’t work, mainly because he was so much taller than her and she was fighting off a smirk.

“Uh-huh. Sure Blondie.” Jason drawls, and you take another bite of food.

“Can we please not do this? It’s way too early.” Another new person, alarmingly pale although maybe his complexion was just like that, groans, rubbing at his forehead. You tilt your head, wondering whether he was injured. You didn’t think so.

“Timbers, it’s five in the afternoon.” Dick points out.

“Oh he definitely didn’t sleep again last night.” Jason says, almost gleefully. “He’ll be lucky if Alfie doesn’t chew him out.”

“I was busy! Anyways, I managed to get it so that, at the very least, we can access the files B found on our newest visitor.” He shrugs, and you tense. You had some idea what would be in those files, and none of it was good. The only people who had kept files on you back home, who had known you existed, was the lab you came from and the X-Men. You’d read both. They weren’t flattering.

You hear Jason suck in a breath. You slide your plate away, and everyone’s attention shifted to you.

You press your lips together, and then point towards the door that would lead into the room where the clock was.

Somehow, they understand you perfectly. You wonder if they also have a telepath.

“You want one of us to come with?” Jason asks, and there’s a sharp gleam behind his eyes. You don’t know how to decipher it, but you shake your head. He frowns.

You don’t wait for his response, instead slipping out of the room. Everyone is quiet when you leave, even Stephanie and Tim.

You step into the Cave, and the cool, moist air tickles your skin. It smells strange. Machinery, and gunpowder and underground. What you would think an underground lab or facility smelled like, but steeped in different, strange scents. All of your counterpart’s siblings. Medical supplies. Dog, even a hint of cow. It was a strange amalgamation of scents that was oddly fitting.

There’s was also the acute scent of rage. You stiffen, and you resist the urge to let your claws out, instead going down the stairs even though your instincts demand you do anything but. All else fails, you could simple flee.

Bruce- Batman- was standing in front of a massive monitor. He was stock still, every muscle coiled into something sharp, something dangerous, and the sight of it makes your heart clench in your chest in worry. The white lenses of his cowl were fixed on the text on screen, completely hiding his eyes, and if it weren’t for the scent of grief and anger radiating off him, you might have assumed he was simply like that. He always seemed able to come off as far more dangerous than he was. Or just as dangerous as he was.

You look at the monitor.

It was an old, old file. Ancient. From when you were too young to remember, based off the date. Either way, it had never illicited quite an extreme reaction before.

He stiffens. Maybe he finally broke out of his trance of rage to realize he was around someone else. You could relate. Anger could be.. blinding, sometimes. Emotions could be blinding.

He turns.

In a moment, everything about him changes. His entire stances softens, into something so much softer and far more gentle. His scent changes also, and there’s something entirely new in his scent. The grief and rage soften into something else, and you have no idea what to do with that at all.

There’s salt in the air that wasn’t there before.

You frown, and then turn just slightly, pointing to the time, and the entrance to the cave. He releases a shuddering breath, and nods.

“I’ll be up in a moment. Let me get changed.”

You nod, and for a second, consider what to do. Leave him here, and join the others, instead of waiting? You would like privacy, if you were nearly as emotional as he seemed right now. Or stay, and offer support?

You turn away, offering him his space, and go up the stairs.

Strangely enough, you are confident he will follow, and your skin doesn’t crawl despite the fact you had your back turned.

You wonder if everyone in this new world was as strange as these people. You’re not sure you would mind it if they were.

[dearest-painter]

My little girl

summary:When your parents don’t care what you do,what you eat,what you say,what you wear,or how you look or throw you out in the cold with only slippers,a t shirt,and shorts you do anything to survive the world is Gotham especially little old Y/N. She is known to steal just so she can survive the streets of Gotham. Once you run away to New York and still have the same life you gain some attraction especially with hero’s,villain,anti hero’s,and vigilantes.

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior.abusive relationship,being force to grow up,Title from ‘Daddy issues by the neighborhood’,Y/N’s parents fully neglects Y/N to the point their basically homeless,SELF HARM,kidnapping,drugging,sedation,stalking,murder,death,villains being better parents then Y/N’s real parents,threatening,death threats,abuse

The coldness comfort you usually but now your running away from the only home you knew,Gotham city but you knew it was better to leave. Your parents never cared honestly and you knew it as they’ve thrown you out in the middle of the snow with barely any cloths,you had to steal proper clothes for you and the people who gave shelter to you. Sighing as you watched the places go by you saw all the heroes that didn’t do Jack shit for you when in need

It was always the villains that save you,Deadshot would always give you a ceral bar,the sirens would take you around town treating you like a daughter or sister,killer croc would let you sleep on his back while he went through the sewer,bloodsport would make you stay around him while he got you food and clothes. They were the best as they took care of you. Your parents didn’t care about your mental health or physical health but the villains did,they made sure you were always safe.

To you it felt like betraying your family yet you knew it was needed. “New yooork!” It was your area so you got up then walked out taking a look around. Everyone seemed confused at you but said nothing. You understood why because they were dressed for winter while you had a hoodie,shorts,worn out sneakers,fingerless gloves,a bandaged leg,many band aids on you,and a tank top plus your bag. It was like it was autumn to you. “Where do I go…” you thought everything out but you knew one thing,men were going to try and take advantage of you.

You took a deep breath then walked to a woman who looked friendly enough. “E-excuse me ma’am…do you have money you could spare so I can call someone on the pay phone. Sorry for the bother” the women looked at you,short red hair is the first thing you notice of her. “Of course,calling your parents?” You forced a smile. “Mhm! Lost my phone so I gotta tell them where I am” she nodded as she gave you money then you went to the pay phone.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

Rin-

You hitched your breath. “Hello?” “Thor! You answered thank goodness! Your in New York yes?” “No I am not Y/N! I’m sorry!! Why do you ask?” “Damn it…I was gonna visit you but never mind! I gotta go!” You hung up then walked out plotting how to get by. Walking out the subway you just went with the flow.

New York was a bit safer then Gotham but something caught your eye. ‘Car for sale! Free!’ It’s as if something took pity for you. Running to the area where the car was you smiled wider then usual. “Ma’am! Can I have this car?” She puffed out air then look at you smiling motherly at you. “Of course sugar,I’m Charlotte harlot but may I ask. Where ya from honey?” “Gotham city ma’am” “oh dearie. Here the keys but do you know how to drive or have a job?” “Yes I can drive but no job” she looked at you sadly then took out a paper. “Here,my works hiring. Just say Charlotte gave you it” nodding you head she left and smiled. You got in then drove to a run down but safe parking lot.

You got in the passenger seat laying the chair plus your body down. Looking at the paper it was titled ‘villainously tastey’ it was definitely a restaurant but you sucked ay cooking and didn’t have any history with cooking extravagant food but only food for easy and quick food so being a waitress might be your job. Yawing it was time to sleep so locking the doors,getting protection the putting a sign up saying ‘I am fine! I am just resting as I’ve just moved here so I do not have a home yet!’ Then you brought out your blanket and pillow falling asleep in seconds.

[lovelybrooke]

Yes omg I'd love to see you write headcanons for platonic yandere guardians of the Galaxy

I definitely have a lot of ideas, and I'm kind of excited to write for it. Under the cut is my main idea.

So, if you've never played resident evil, there's this character named Eveline who was created as a Bioweapon. She has intense power, being able to control the minds of others.

This where a lot of my inspiration came from. I like the idea of reader being a child, around the age of 12 to 14, who was taken from earth and turned into a bioweapon. Maybe reader is one of many apart of the experiment, but they were the only "success." Instead of mind control, I really like energy powers. Like they're able to absorb energy around them and turn it into raw strength. The downside is that it takes a heavy toll on their body, often resulting in them vomiting blood or passing out.

Reader travels from planet to planet, killing off anyone they're told. They're stripped of any previous memories they once had and any emotion they once had. This is where the Guardians come in. Maybe reader was sent to kill them, or reader was sent to kill someone else, and the Guardians were called in. Either way, reader fails in killing them and instead of sending them in, they decide to take the reader in and help rehabilitate them.

I don't know when I'll write this, or if I even will. I want to focus on answering some asks first. If people are still interested, then all probably write it.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🐋Siren AU, Scene One:

(Warning: mentions of cannibalism, Reader being chased from their old home, possible child murder, and Reader wanting to bite everything that tries to touch them. You have been advised)

• The ocean before you spreads beyond you, vast and impending. There is no coral, no colorful fish, no seaweed. It is an unending abyss of blue, fading darker and darker the farther it is from the sunlit water above... But, you have nowhere else to go...

• You used to have a different home, a different life. Born to a school of reef mers, all colorful and elegant, you were different from birth. You were black and white, not a speck of any other color to your tail... And your tail, it wasn't built like the others', full of trailing fins and frills, but bulkier, thicker. While the other guppies made fun of you, you took care of yourself. After all, you were stronger than them. If one bit you, you whapped your tail against their head. If they scratched you, you pinned them to the sandy floor until they begged to be let up. After awhile, you were just left alone, ignored and abandoned in favor of more similar playmates...

• You hated when you found out what you were... It had been a regular day, learning what you could from an elder, playing by yourself, and keeping away from the gossipy guppies, until a hunter had burst into the coral reef. The moment they saw you, they had screeched, "I finally know what they are! A siren!" Murmurs went up, followed by an elder asking for proof... "Proof! Here is your 'proof '" they had spat and they tossed a fin, just like the one along your back, into the group. "I tore that from a siren north of our territory! It was large, a behemoth! In the same colors of that one, bone white and ink black! It wasn't just any siren, but an orca!"

• THAT set the entire school into an uproar. Shrieks and cries burbled into the water as the nearest adults lunged at you, claws aiming for your fins and eyes. You managed to duck by, swimming as fast as you could around the panicking mer. The reef flashed past you as you swam, bits of rock and coral scraping against you as you dodged reaching claws and sharp harpoons. Until finally, you slipped out into the open waters, slapped out by the tail of one of the hunters, who tried to follow you. It only took that for you to turn tail and flee, striking out into the uncharted waters...

• And here you were now, alone, bleeding, and with no skills or school to help you survive. The one thing you had that was yours was your pearl earring, long and dangling, that you had found by yourself when you were only twelve winters old... You weren't sure how it wasn't torn off in the chase, but it brought you a small comfort to keep it. With a bubble-filled sigh, you kept swimming...

• The sea stretched on, never stopping or ending. No signs of any other life were to be found, save for small squid that came up at night, fleeting and swift. It was... unnerving. It had only been a week since you left, and your wounds had started to heal. You found out, only a few hours after leaving the reef, that a harpoon had nicked your tail, leaving a jagged, painful scratch along its side. That complicated swimming, but you couldn't stop. If you stopped, it was likely something would try to eat you while you rested. You couldn't risk a shark, or dolphins, or another siren finding you. If mer would kick out one of their own, someone they had raised, all because they were a siren... Would an actual siren do worse?

• Your reprieve from these thoughts was finding a small, rocky outcrop pointing out of the endless blue. The waters here were colder, foggy and sometimes filled with chunks of white. It wasn't ideal to stop here, but you needed rest, and this was the only opportunity you had had since your escape... Still... You approach the rock carefully, and once found clear of danger, you curl into a small crack, just big enough to fit you.

• Your dreams are fitful, full of sharp claws and deadly spears and familiar voices leering at you, pouncing in for the kill-!

•With a sharp, fearful click, you wake up. Your fingers rub over your arms, as your tail curls up, trying to squeeze yourself into a smaller ball. You feel the small gills of your neck flit, until you are able to calm down from the nightmare... But just as you settle back down... You hear an eerie sound, something that reverberates through the water around you...

• Tensing up, you stay quiet, staring out into the darkness beyond the crack. The moonlight filters through the water, painting everything in alien blacks and silvers, until the noise dies out... Everything is quiet, save for the small rush of a current nearby. The world seems still, unmoving... until something shifts into the light, something large and dark, and you shrink further into the crack. It's the largest thing you've ever seen...

• Another eerie sound rings out, something between a hum and a wail, loud and fervent. You clap your hands over your ears, trying to muffle the noise. Whatever is out there moves again, until you can't see it anymore... With a small shudder, you turn your head away from the crack entrance, and drift back into slumber.

• In the morning, when you wake up, you cautiously approach the crack entrance, sensing the water near it for any vibrations. Luckily, none are there... When you gather your nerves, you slip out, careful not to aggravate the scars on your tail. There are more white chunks in the water, and there are small bits of light turning the water a jewel green. Nothing seems off... No mers, no fish...

• "So, that's where you were hiding."

• A shriek escapes you as you turn around, only to find something larger than you and the rock outcrop...

• It's large, with scars banding it's arm and chest, with old wounds lining its tail. Their teeth are sharp, and their eyes are reddish-brown, like drying blood. Talons as sharp as hooks are at the end of each of its fingers, long and deadly... And their tail... It's... It's... the same as, yours...?

• "What, never seen another siren before, kid?" it asks, in a growl-like voice. In a sharp arc, you dive back into the crack you came out of. A curse echoes around you, as the being shifts around the rock so they can gaze into the small crevice. "Kid, kid, calm down. It's just a joke."

• "..."

• "You've... never seen another siren, have you?" It- he, it sounds like a he- peers at the entrance. One of their claws scrapes at it, but it won't entirely go in. "You can come out, kid, I'm not gonna eat you," he tries. You push yourself as far back as you can go, even when you feel the rough walls scrape your harpoon wound open. A hiss escapes you, following a small stream of blood. Another sound comes from the much (much much) larger siren, like a low growl. "Are you bleeding, kid?"

• You don't answer, only squeezing yourself in further. You're uncomfortable, pressed this far back, but it's the farthest you can get from what is essentially an adult who is bigger and obviously more dangerous than the mers you knew. A billowing sigh escapes the larger creature, the water rippling around it. "Kid... if you're bleeding, it needs to be looked at. Can you please come out?"

• "... No..." You shiver, trying to will yourself to be strong. If push comes to shove, you can't go down without a fight. What are you, afraid? You survived a murder attempt! SEVERAL, murder attempts! You can face some oversized whale, right?!

• "Kid, I can't take 'no' for an answer. Now, please come out. Don't make this difficult." The creature sounds tired now, maybe a little irritated. You let out a warbling click, the most threatening one you can muster. The creature stills, and seems to back off...

• Then... something weird happens. A loud, mournful wail-click, filled with a desperate, assertive tone rocks the waters, sending a cool ripple into you... But... the song sounds nice... Soothing... You shake your head, ripping yourself free from it.

• "No! I'm not going out there! You might eat me! Or WORSE!" you yell, covering your ears. The siren outside let's out an annoyed noise, only for it to pause...

• "Why the h*ll would I eat ya, kid? And what do you mean, 'do worse'?" Then there's a loud, deafening growl, and he speaks again. "The mers... they did that to you, didn't they?" When you don't speak up, he takes that as an answer. "Of course those sons of eels would do that... Kid, look, I'm not like them. We are not like them. We don't do that. We don't scare off kids, we don't try to kill 'em, and we definitely aren't about to make you bleed. Now, I'm going to say this one more time: Please come out."

• You shiver as the water only seems to get colder the longer you stay still... But still... "I... I can't...." You can't go back out there just to be chased off again, or have to battle against a siren whose older and stronger than you, who could easily rip you apart and leave you for the sharks...

• "I'm sorry, kid. That gives me no choice..." The calm wail-click starts again, and even though you try to cover your ears, it does nothing to block it out or to stop the vibrations rocking you gently. Tears enter your eyes, and you try to beg him to stop... But the song seems to echo inside your own head, a peaceful noise offering only relief and warmth... A small whimper escapes you, only for the song to get louder, softer, until you're lying down on the rocky floor and drifting off... The song keeps going, deep and affectionate, until you feel relaxed and tired... A slow rumble halts the song, and you let out a small warble, asking for it to come back...

• " 'Kay, kid, let's see ya." Something clicks besides you, dragging you out of the dark rock and into a warm palm. You sigh contentedly, the heat from it like the warmth of a thermal vent, constant and inviting... Something turns you, until you're staring into dark, vibrant eyes. You blink sluggishly, reaching out a hand to touch it...

• "Oh cr*p, kid... they did a number on you, didn't they?" A sad noise escapes you, and the voice stops. "Don't worry, we'll fix you up... Wait..." A nudge rolls you onto your stomach. "Kid... you look... just like me..." A croon comes from above you, and you feel more warmth pressed into you. "Okay, kid... Looks like I might just have to keep ya, huh? You sure are quite the little survivor, aren't you?" When you nod sleepily, the grip shifts, until your tucked against a warm wall... "'Kay, I can't say no to that... Let's get ya back to the pod, okay, kid? I know the other pups will be happy to see you..."

• You yawn, hearing a deep chuckle. "Seems like you need a nap... Night, kid. Get some rest. I'll keep you safe..." And with the gentle heat keeping you content and sleepy, you fall asleep... "Let's just hope Creed doesn't get word of you..."

[thefiery-phoenix]

Can you write platonic yandere wanda headcanons? Thank you!! <3

PLATONIC YANDERE WANDA MAXIMOFF HEADCANONS

I'll be writing her as a parental figure, I hope that's okay

She would most definitely be the literal definition of a helicopter parent since she would hover all around you, checking whether you do something dangerous or not

Will most likely baby proof the entire house since she can't risk you getting hurt

Will feel bad a bit if you like the other parent more than her but she'll still find a way to spoil you nonetheless

Dating is completely off the table for you. A big fat no since she will not be having all sorts of guys or girls for that matter using you and breaking your poor little heart later on for their cruel amusement. If you do have a love interest or something like that she'll list out a hundred different reasons for you not to go out with them. And if you don't listen to her, nothing a few dreams with the help of her magic can't fix. Else she'll create some fake evidences or something like that to make you think that the person isn't good enough for you

She'll allow you to have friends though. Only after she finds out all the details about them from their home addresses to their parents names and lol, by the time she's done talking to them, it'll be like an FBI Interrogation. And the winner gets to be your friend 😂

Anytime you have nightmares she'll use her magic to calm you down and snuggle with you and sing you lullabies so you'll fall asleep in her arms

She'll be proud of all your achievements no matter what, be it a high score in a video game or a silly participation trophy in a contest, she'll always be proud of her darling little angel's work. Heck, she'll even show it to whoever comes to your house and she'll be bragging about all the wonderful things you've done

So, you'll be spoiled to death with her as a mom. But when she gets angry, she'll either guilt trip you or she'll use her magic on you till you say sorry or something. Just don't piss her off, trust me, things won't be ending well for you

[our-destiny]

Hi!💕🤠

Can I request a yandere Thor bestie hcs?

Thank you for your time💜💟💐💙💚

Of course you can! This is probably very ooc because I haven't watched the films in a while but I tried :')

Trigger Warnings: Threatening (not towards reader)

Yandere Best friend Thor headcanons

I feel like Thor would be very over the top with you to the point where you would brush off his yandere behavior as just normal Thor.

He would be obsessive, delusional, harmless and a bit protective.

He's one of those friends where he wants to be around you 24/7, he constantly follows you around or if he has to do something he's dragging you along too.

We know he's a very loud person in general and it's no different with you, Thor always makes sure you have a good time, he loves to make you laugh.

I feel like he doesn't realize that his behavior is wrong. He's the equivalent of an excited puppy.

He doesn't get why you wouldn't want to be around him, he makes you happy, you two have a great time together. He's delusional in the sense that he just doesn't see why you would hate him, it's not even a possibility in his mind.

Even if you say to him that you dont want to be around him, he'll just think it's because you don't enjoy your time together and he'll try to improve and make you happy. Which just results in him spending more time with you to prove it.

Thor would never hurt you, he'll never even be mad at you. He might get a bit annoyed but it won't be too serious and he'll get over it in no time. He knows you'll do better so he forgives you.

He also won't hurt anyone else. He doesn't get jealous easily, he's always around you so when someone else talks to you or takes your attention away he can easily get it back. As long as he also gets to spend some time with you he doesn't mind.

Thor is a little protective over you, everyone he loved has died and he doesn't want to lose you. To keep you safe he just follows you around and, like a guard dog, tries to scare people away from a distance. If they still don't get the hint not to mess with you then he'll get them alone and threaten them, and after that they leave you alone cause being threatened by the God of Thunder and King of Asgard is quite scary.

This ^ also goes for romantic partners. You don't need anyone but Thor. Don't worry, he'll be there to help you when your partner suddenly breaks up with you for no reason.

Overall Thor is just an excited puppy that really wants to be included and not have any more of his family die :)

[ambermation]

Platonic! Yandere! Strange Supreme x Reader Headcanons

Heyyyy! So I’ve been working on requests whenever I can, and while it is fun to write again, I do struggle with getting burnt out. So, I figured why not make some headcanons in the meantime?

I’m working on a Yandere!Doc Ock x Reader rn! It’s a request and I’m loving it, but not loving the time it’s taking lmao so stay tuned!

General Headcanons:

This may be a platonic relationship, but don’t think for even a second that this man won’t dote on you for anything and everything.

I’m serious. This man is as loving platonically as he is romantically.

He kinda acts like an overbearing, overprotective parent/guardian. Except 1000% worse (or better! Depends how you view it)

If you’re just a normal, regular ‘ol human, then he’s gonna think you’re absolutely helpless and need him to guide, protect, and care for you. Hell, even if you’re an expert in martial arts, he’ll still think this.

Develops some kind of morning and night routine for you, including what time you should wake up, eat, bathe, etc. And of course how you should spend time with him. That’s a guarantee with these schedules

Babies you 100%. You are his little baby and you can’t change that. You get a paper cut? He’ll act like your arm got cut off, and after he’s done cursing at the paper, he’ll use whatever spells needed to make you feel 10x better than before that nasty bit of tree corpse decided to hurt you.

Speaking of him using magic, Stephen loves to impress you with his vast knowledge of sorcery, especially if, again, you’re just an average human. He frequently uses spells to amaze you, make your eyes grow wide with wonder. He also loves it when you’re impressed with him using magic to heal you, how could he not? His little darling is amazed!!!

Stephen will lecture you for what, to normal people, are minor things or aren’t a actually issues at all. Things such as having some alone time because how could you do that, what if something happened, what if somebody hurt you? Or if you decide you want to do something different from the planned routine, because do you not appreciate his efforts? He just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy, don’t you know he does this because he loves you? Is his love not enough?

Going off of the last point, if Stephen thinks you went too far with disobeying him/disregarding things he’s done for you, he’ll conjure a special cell for you to stay in. There’s no windows, no doors, just a little block of a room. It’s basically a padded cell. He’ll give you your food via portals but won’t really interact with you in any way besides that.

Once he becomes calmer, but still angry, he’ll step into the room and hand you your food that way, but instead of leaving he’ll just stand there. Menacingly. Watching you eat. Never blinking once. That wouldn’t be so bad, if it weren’t for the fact that his stare is like being pierced by a million icicles… yeah I think absorbing all those creatures might’ve had a hand in that…

Then, when Stephen’s anger almost completely dissipates he starts giving off “disappointed dad” vibes. Primarily the “I’m not mad I’m just disappointed” vibe. He’ll take you out of the padded cell and all, but he’ll always carry this sadness when interacting with you in any way. Yes this man is guilt-tripping you 100000000%

Once Stephen’s over this little incident, he’ll go back to doting on you like you’re the only person in the multiverse (even if you technically are, if you two are stuck in Stephen’s bubble of a universe). After all, he loves you, and does want the best for you, but only if you listen to him, because he knows best. He’s here, with you, for a reason. Heaven knows how you managed to survive for so long without the Sorcerer Supreme to care for you. It’s still love, just a very twisted type of love.

[knullanon]

REDO: Symbiotes being assholes

ok so I noticed a few of you guys wanted a part 4 to that symbiote series, the one that ended off with Anti-Venom getting reader, and another for the one of playing uno with toxin. but after reading both, I realized I cannot just let them be written like that. I think I've become a better writer since then, and tbf it's almost been like. 2 years since then. so I've decided to re-write both of them! probably next week will either be another of this series or of the toxin one, but either way I wanted to give another chance at them because they bring so many happy memories but also. I can't stand to read the things I used to write lol. so here's the first part to the symbiotes being assholes series, but a re-written version!

summary: after eddie takes you from your comfortable life with your family, you can say that you absolutely hate him and his stupid symbiote. but after a realization, you begin to think that your original decision was wrong.

words: 4286

warnings: talk of murder, kidnapping, stolkhome syndrome, cussing, lmk if I missed any!

The walls were an ugly tan, it was uglier than your own room when you left it. The ceiling was one of those popcorn ceilings, the windows were somehow tinted brown, and the floorboards creaked whenever you stepped somewhere in your room.

You hated it. You wanted to say you disliked it, as negativity was everywhere in this apartment, but you hated it. You hated the smell, you hated the look, even the damn traffic outside. 

And you certainly hated the man who brought you here.

Eddie Brock, he was a reporter and journalist on certain violent crimes, however, after losing his job when he went snooping somewhere he definitely wasn’t supposed to, he has had to resort to his own jobs, and finding different opportunities himself. 

And most importantly, you hated him. He left you in the apartment for hours on end, with nothing to do, besides maybe turn on the TV, and watch the same channels over and over again. 

The only thing that kept you sane in this hole they called an “apartment” was, surprisingly, his books. He had tons, and tons of books. Mostly collectors or true crime books. You didn’t really care for them before, but they’ve gained a new appreciation from you. 

Everyday, you would read the books, sometimes switching in between different ones, and trying to figure out the pieces yourself, even if the answer was given to you. 

Other times, you would feel a little dumb when you read them, as you couldn’t figure it out within the first few chapters. It was hard for you to not just flip to the ending of it and read those pages with those books.

Whenever he left, you would grab one or two, and hide yourself in your room. Sometimes, if the day was less cloudy than usual, you would sit in front of the living room couch and read them there. 

Going through the pages, reading every word, plot twist, and analyzing every character. With your favorites, you would re-imagine the stories with yourself in them. You would begin to think you’re crazy sometimes, thinking like this.

But you didn’t care. You had long learned that no one was in your mind, reading your thoughts. It was just you. Alone. 

Sometimes you would stare outside, through the dirty window, and wonder to yourself what would you do if you got the opportunity to go outside again. You could go downtown, there was that little cafe you and your friends would visit. There was the city park, while dirty, you remember what the grass felt like when you would run around barefoot. Oh, and the movies! Your family liked to watch any latest movie, as it was a fun outing for all of you. 

And then, it would get too overwhelming. Those nights always made you cry. 

Of course, you would never tell him. Or Venom. Besides, even if you did, they were always out. With some exceptions, they would leave around noon and come back at 8 or 9 in the evening. 

This was also the reason why they would be present for the first few hours you would be awake. Everyday with them was almost a routine. They would gently wake you up, let you get dressed, eat your breakfast that they made for you, brush your teeth and hair, and then you would be with them until they left.

Sometimes they would just talk absently to you, like they didn’t expect you to answer. Other times, they would ask you questions about what you wanted, what you liked, and just try to have basic conversations. 

Of course, you never really participated. At least, you tried not to. Your spite and anger were stronger than your fear, and you would glare at them whenever they tried to talk to you. 

They would keep trying, however. Every day was a new topic, or sometimes they would bring up a previous talk to try and engage you. However, nothing was as bad as when they decided to get physical. 

While you were relieved their anger wasn’t as present as yours (if they even had any towards you), they would force you to cuddle with them. Even if you tried to push away, you realized that fighting against a big man with a bigger alien was not a good idea. So, you would just let them sit there and hold you, never letting go. 

Eventually, they would let go, and you would try not to show how eager you were to get out of their hold. 

You remember one time, it was late at night, and they had had a bad day. Something about some weird guy making them mad, if you recalled. They had just grabbed you and hugged you on the couch. 

While you were uncomfortable at first, you started to feel yourself relax for the first time since you were taken. You felt your shoulders drop, your jaw unclenched. It almost felt like going into a warm bath on a chilly night. It was… pleasant. 

You had closed your eyes, ready to fall asleep when you heard their small chuckle. Your eyes never shot open as quickly as then, and yet, you found yourself wanting to go back to sleep. 

Unbelievable! You screamed to yourself, trying to rationalize with yourself: this isn’t right.

But unfortunately, you didn’t win that night. You had told yourself, it’s only one night, it won’t kill me, even as your morality was sitting in the back of your mind, even as it was screaming at you to get up and go, you didn’t listen.

It was too comfortable, it was too cozy, you didn’t want to leave. The thought hit you before you went to sleep. 

You didn’t want to leave.

---

The first slap in the face was the fact that you stopped checking the date every day. It was just something you remembered, before you realized why it was so important. 

How long has it been? 3 months? 4? You tried to remember the date you were taken. It was a Wednesday, right? Or was it a Thursday?

Eddie had started to let you watch the TV with him. Mainly just news channels, as he would give a basic summary of what he would have to do that day. This morning, he had made you eggs and hashbrowns. He had apologized for the little amount of food he had, as he still had to go to the store. You had a little laugh to yourself, “I don’t really care, your food usually tastes good.”

He gave you a small smile, “Well, so long as Venom doesn’t cook anything.”

“I make great food! I don’t even need this food, I can eat both of you!”

You and Eddie laughed with each other, before he gave you his mini summary of what his day was going to be.

“... so apparently, they think her mom is behind all of it, but they aren’t sure.”

“Hasn’t she been found, though?”

“Yes, but apparently the whole time they kept her in a sealed room and when they would enter, they would wear masks over their face.”

“Damn. That doesn’t sound easy to find out.”

Eddie was trying to find his sweater, and you had opted to help him find it. The bedroom, living room, even the bathroom, you couldn’t find it. 

“Well, it might be easier to figure out than finding my damn jacket.” You had given him a small chuckle, before Venom suddenly jumped in. “I can be the sweater!”

Before either of you could respond, he wrapped himself onto Eddie, giving him an almost jet black jacket, the same as his other one. Just, of course, this time it was Venom.

Eddie walked back to the kitchen, before returning, this time with his little bag he carried his stuff in.

“I’m gonna be a little late today, they all live in the upper state. Hopefully, since I’m leaving early, I’ll be earlier than expected, but we still have leftovers from yesterday's dinner, too.”

You picked up your plate, and went to grab his. “Don’t worry, I won’t starve.”

“Good. If you wanted me too, I could grab something from the way home?”

You thought about the idea of your favorite takeout, your mouth watering at the image in your mind. “That would be great, actually. Thank you.”

He unlocked the front door, before he turned to meet your eye. “Remember, late day today. I’ll be back this evening, though.”

And with that he closed the door.

You brought the plates and dishes to the sink, cleaning off any little bits left, and then set them out to dry on the little rack you had on the counter.

When putting down the last plate, you realized that that was probably the most you’ve ever talked with them. You also realized you weren’t angry at all towards him.

---

Every day you were becoming more and more compliant with your situation. You were hiding it, almost as good as your sadness from the nights you would think about the outside. Actually, you hadn’t even wondered about your family for a while. Or your friends, or your favorite places. 

And it was starting to scare you. Really scare you.

You had tried to make yourself wonder about your previous life, but then, all the negatives popped up. The work of school, your own actual work you would attend, your doubts in your friends' trust. 

It was weird for you to think about. Every time you wandered back to those memories, something negative would pop up. Even when you thought of the more positive memories. The cafe you remembered when your friends forgot about the meetup and didn’t even show up. The park has always been dirty, you just didn’t remember it. And the movies were really only for your parents, never to take into consideration on what you wanted.

You tried to go back to when you hated the place, to when you would cry yourself to sleep and wonder if you were ever able to leave.

It was harder and harder to go back to that mindset. 

Today was another day you just decided to go with it. You were too tired to fight against your exhaustion of wondering what you should feel, so you would just act normally in front of them. 

Today was another early-late day for him.

“This time, I don’t think I’ll be able to get anything from a restaurant, sorry.”

“That’s fine with me, I think I can make dinner myself tonight. How about stir fry?”

He walked past you, putting on his shoes at the door. “That sounds great. You can make it early, I can just reheat it.”

You smiled, gathering up the dishes you had left on the table. 

“Oh, hey, by the way.”

You stopped and looked at him. “You haven’t had anyone come to knock on the doors lately, right?”

You shook your head, “No, the last time someone knocked on the door was around 3 weeks ago? Can’t remember.”

He hummed, “Well, if someone does, and you can’t see anyone through the viewport, don’t answer the door.”

Laughing, you put the glasses in the sink. “What, is some serial killer going to knock on the door waiting for me to answer?”

There wasn’t anything from the doorway. You turned around, confused, only to almost jump. His face was worried. Like he had just seen a ghost. 

“Don’t answer the door. In fact, don’t even make a noise if someone does.”

Your heart started to quicken, not only from what he was saying, but also because of the sudden switch in mood. 

“Oh… ok.” You awkwardly shuffled around, trying to get the rest of the plates without meeting his gaze.

“Alright.” he sighed, turning back to the door. “I’ll be back this evening. Love you.”

“Love you, too.” the door closed and you could hear the lock turning, before you heard his footsteps towards the stairs. 

Walking back to the living room, you decided to yourself the dishes could wait. You wanted a nap. You absentmindedly thought of what he said. Why was he so worried about the knocking? Was there a news story that scared him? He had told you sometimes, with stories that were too graphic, he would wonder about if someone like that was going to go after him or you.

Well, he seemed alright when you both said bye-

You said you loved him.

---

That afternoon, instead of doing anything you were planning on doing, you had a mini mental talk with yourself.

You had to decide what you wanted. No, you had to decide if you wanted this or your old life back. This was getting out of hand. 

First, you let yourself relax around them, then you started being friendly with them, and now you're acting just as they want you to: to be a good kid who does what they're told and doesn’t make a fuss. 

You even said you loved him! Like a real family…

Did you want that? No. No, not at all. You wanted your old family, your old friends. But, this was so much more comfortable. I mean, no job, no worries, you used to think about all the worries you would have when you graduated your college, now the most you worry about is what you will have for food that night!

Is it that bad? The thoughts in your head clashed together, and you soon realized that it had been a few hours since they left. 6:04. Had you really been thinking about it this long?

You wanted to tell yourself you’d get over it, that it was going to just pass, but the more thoughts rushed into your head. This is not something that can just pass as easily as a test, this has to be a conscious decision.

But you couldn’t do it. You realized you had far too many indecisive thoughts and feelings at that moment. Everything you had been thinking about was solely based on your situation. You turned on the TV to try and get some static, barely listening to the reporter, who was spouting off some weather reports for the next day.

“-and breaking from Michelle here, we have more info on the Midtown Murders.”

What?

Turning up the volume, you listened. “Well, police haven’t said who their suspect is, but they believe that whoever is responsible is still loose. Reports say that the killer walks around the evenings from 6 in the evening all the way to 5 in the morning. I mean, really, can all we do is wait for them to kill us all?”

“Well, while the city council has asked the city for a curfew time from the evenings to the mornings, they have been very lenient on what they want. However, what we can tell is that-”

Knock knock.

Startling yourself, you jumped for the remote, putting the TV on mute. You listened again, and before you could convince yourself it wasn’t anyone, you heard it again. 

It was almost like a loud boom. But it was just someone at the door. 

Quietly, you sneaked up to the door. It felt so weird. It shouldn’t be this scary. It was just someone at the door! You looked through the peephole, hoping to see someone there.

To your relief, there was someone you recognized. The apartment owner, Roger, if you remember correctly. 

“Eddie? Are you there?”

Straightening up, you said, “No, he’s not here at the moment.”

“Who- oh. Uh, when will he be home?” He said. 

“Around 10 probably.”

“10?! I- Alright, I’ll just come back tomorrow. Would you let him know that?”

“Yeah, I will.” You relaxed your shoulders, and let out a sigh you didn’t even know you were holding. 

“Well thank you anyway.” You heard his footsteps go away from the door, when you suddenly remembered your whole decision talk. 

This could be your chance! You haven’t talked to anyone besides Eddie and Venom since… Well, it felt like forever!

“Wait!” While you instantly regretted it, the rational part of your mind pushed away your embarrassment. 

He seemingly stopped in the middle of the hallway. “What?”

You stood silently for a moment. Should you? You knew he had the keys to the apartment. He could get you out. You could be free. 

“Did you, uh, need something?” You didn’t realize he had walked a little closer back thinking you were going to say something.

“Uh.” Should I? Turning outside the window, you saw the almost beautiful city, glowing and gleaming, even if it was a tinted window. 

“Could you open the door for me?I lost the extra set of keys we had, and he changed the lock so it could only be opened with a key.”

You heard sputtering, before, “He did WHAT? He didn’t even tell me!”

While you thought he would drag into you, you heard the door lock open. “Well, I’ll see if I have a spare, but you have to be more careful with these things, you know. They’re not cheap.”

Getting out of your trance with the lights, you quickly replied, “Thank you, I’m sure I’ll find it before you get a spare, though.”

He grumbled something, “Well, don’t count on me for one if you can’t find it.”

And with that, he walked off. 

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It was another hour before you finally faced the door again. Originally, your mind didn’t even want to face it, too scared of the planning and thoughts that rushed to your head. But you soon realized that it was too stupid to hide in your room, so you walked back outside. 

You didn’t even sit at the couch, you just plopped yourself in front of the door. You were trying to reason with yourself, with one side telling you to make a run for it, while the other saying to wait, that you needed to think about this.

What is there to think about? You’ve been thinking this whole day! In fact, you haven’t even had anything to eat or drink, you haven’t done any chores, you’ve just been sitting on the damn couch and pondering on what your decision was going to be!

And that got your mind going. What’s gonna happen when Eddie comes back home to you having not done anything all day, you haven’t made any dinner, you haven’t even eaten or taken care of yourself yet, and to top it all off, the door was open. 

You wouldn’t be able to make an excuse. There would be no excuses. He would find out. He would get mad. What would he do? Would he finally let go of all the anger? Every single time you cussed at him, that you yelled at him, hell even when you were in your no talking phase: is he going to remember all of that and actually attack you?

You didn’t even realize you had grabbed some random bag you found and filled it with clothes and snacks. You didn’t have much to bring, really: 

Standing at the door, with the bag in your hand, you were about to start crying. 

Do it! Your mind screamed. Get out of here before he comes back!

But he’ll find you! The other part yelled. He’s gonna be so mad, and everything that you’ve worked for will be gone!

You looked back to the window, the whole thing that you could theoretically say started this whole mess. It didn’t look so pretty now. In fact, it looked ugly. There were no stars, there were no pretty colors in the sky: just black, with the city lights peaking out. 

But you didn’t want it to look pretty: it looked like freedom. It looked like the outside. You could almost feel the ground beneath you, the smell, even if it wasn’t that great. 

You could see your family again. 

Turning back to the door, your mind screamed in all directions. Don’t leave! Why do you want to be in some prison for the rest of your time? You’ll be safe here! You’re only gonna rot in here! Who’s gonna love you outside, anyway?

Do you really want to spend the rest of your life tucked away?

You turned the knob of the door, and quickly rushed outside, thinking someone was going to grab you and drag you back inside. You stayed still for a moment. There was nothing. No one was there. Just you, and your pacing heart. You wanted to cry. 

Looking at the time, it was only 7:30. You had at least 2 hours before he even got home. 

I mean, if you really regret it, you can just return right back on time, right?

You didn’t need any more motivation. You closed the door and ran down the hall.

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You don’t know how long you’ve been running for. After you got out of the apartment, you ran all the way down the street, ignoring anything and everything in your way. But after what felt like eternity, and after your lungs started to burn until you couldn’t take it, you sat down at some random city bench. 

You were out. You were free. You didn’t know what to do, either. You had just been running for, what, the past 10 minutes?

You sat there for a good while before your mind finally caught up to you.

What could you do? Did you want to go back? You could theoretically ask someone for help, get back to your family…

Right? Because that’s the reason you left. You want to get away from Eddie, from Venom, it doesn't matter how much your heart hurts, or how your feelings hurt, you have to get away. 

Resting your head in your hands, you silently screamed to yourself. You didn’t know whether you should jump for joy or if you should collapse sobbing to yourself. 

God, you thought, everything is against me…

“Are you lost?”

Shooting up, you turned to the owner of the voice, which revealed some middle aged looking guy. He had red hair, and was pretty skinny. 

“Uh, no.” You sat back down, embarrassed you were so startled by a guy you should have already seen. “No, I’m just… resting.”

“Hmm.” he walked closer, and while your instincts told you to walk away, you were too tired. You wanted to cry and scream at the same time, and you really wanted to go to sleep.

“Sorry, you just seemed like you didn’t know what you were doing.”

You would’ve laughed at the irony if you weren’t simultaneously scared and sad. “Yeah, yeah, I’m… just tired.”

He sat down on the bench with you, albeit on the other side. You both sat in a semi comfortable silence, with him just staring off into the distance, like he didn’t even realize you were there, while you were going through the five stages of grief all at once.

“Are you from here?” 

Getting your shit together, you said “Uh, yeah, I am.”

“That’s nice. What’s your name?”

“______.” 

He hummed, and it went back to silence for a minute. Then, he asked, “Do you know someone by the name Eddie Brock?”

You stiffened. What? “Excuse me?”

“Eddie Brock.” He repeated, turning to you. “You know, famed journalist and reporter, was into discovering true crime cases, decided to go behind his wife’s back and look up secret info that spiraled his career downward, but now he just does job to job?”

You quickly sobered yourself, and while thinking of what to say, he stood up abruptly. 

“I know you do, don’t worry. I was just wondering how you knew him.”

You quickly realized how fucked you actually were. This guy was skinny, which probably meant he could run faster than you. There wasn’t anyone around, which was great for your whole mental breakdown, it wasn’t good for being alone with some random guy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Before you could even think, his face almost morphed into one similar to Venom. But this time, it was blood red, and he wore a smile on his face that stretched ear to ear. 

“Oh, but I know you do!”

You didn’t even need to think about the different options you had then, you just ran. 

Of course, it didn’t do you much good, as you were picked up within a matter of seconds, and tossed into the air like some toy.

“I know you know what I know!” He sang in a sing-song voice, grabbing you by the waist. You realized he was perched on top of a street light. You realized he had doubled in size and went from some skinny man to a huge symbiote, almost bigger than Venom.

“I can smell him all over you, y’know! There’s no need to lie!” 

Looking down, you couldn’t even say anything as it felt like you were going to be dropped at any second, only focusing on your balance in his hand. Trying to pry his hand open wasn’t working at all as he laughed.

“Well, unfortunately for you, you’re gonna have to deal with me now!”

You felt yourself getting thrown over his shoulder and your head beginning to get a headache. Your whole body lurched from one side to the other, and you realized you were in the air. 

“We’re gonna love you!”

As you felt the wind rushing in your face, the smells of the city around you, and your heartbeat pounding in your ears, you comically thought that all of this could have been avoided if you just listened to your feelings.

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