#yandere 911 x reader

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MAKE YOU STAY / EDDIE DIAZ

PAIRING: Dark!Eddie Diaz x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Your attempt to leave Eddie won’t work, because he won’t let them, or you.

WARNINGS: Obsession, guilt trip, jealousy, possessiveness, sexual content, manipulation gaslighting & entrapment.

WORDCOUNT: 2.3K Words

A/N: Happy season 7 launch!! I got inspired slightly by @megalony and her new Dark Evan series go check it out!!

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Life with Eddie use to be everything you could ever dream of. Whether it be slow mornings getting ready together, sharing a shower and helping Chris get ready. Or an absolute hurricane ripping through your home whilst the three of you stumble over each other to get ready after a sleep in.

No matter the time of day, you loved whatever you were doing, as long as they were by your side.

And Eddie’s protectiveness use to be just another aspect of your relationship you loved, until you opened your eyes.

It use to be small, his anger.

An incessant colleague reaching out for tips and aid in a new project, you being a senior member meaning it wasn’t uncommon for people to reach out to you. You were one of the best workers at the company, well respected and loved as well as brilliant. And always willing to help someone in need.

He use to love that about you. Until it followed you home.

Chris was currently at a friends house, leaving the two of you to an inside date night, “Now on what planet would I ever sit and watch four movies with the title ‘Die Hard’. You sure as hell can’t die that many times.” Eddie shook his head as you refilled each of your respective glasses.

“Sure you can, just ask Chimney.” You gasped before swatting Eddies arm, “Be nice! And put on our show.” The murmuring voices of your favourite characters was more than enough to lull you into his arms, content washing over you. Your ringing phone however, was ready to disturb the peace Eddie had longed for all day.

“Let me just grab this.” His hand scooped your phone up before you could, “Just get it later.” His dismissive tone made you frown, “Give me my phone, please.” You leaned over to snatch it, walking into the hallway. Eddie couldn’t help but massage his temple, did you seriously chose a phone call over peace and quiet in his arms?

He hadn’t noticed how often you picked up your phone, until it interrupted him. It happened often. When the two of you were cooking together, soft music and ambience long forgotten. Almost falling asleep, cuddling, and out of the blue the world was falling apart without you. Eddie thought he could handle it, you were needed, that wasn’t your fault, right? But what he also couldn’t handle was the secretive nature.

Why did you always walk away? Were you hiding something?

And now you were coming home later, clanging into the house at 11, or 12. Sometimes even later. “Where were you?” Eddie stood by the door as you hung your jacket, “Jesus, you scared me E.” His arms were crossed, shoulders tense as you made your way to him, a smile too wide for his liking. “Work ran late, m’ sorry.” As you walked away, his hand caught onto your wrist.

“Ow, let go.” Eddies grip loosened as you retracted your arm, soothing it, “What is your problem?” You looked up to view a sweet smile, “Nothing, just worried about you. When you didn’t call, I got so scared. This world, it’s scary Y/n, you know that, especially during these times.”

Your eyes watered involuntarily at his saddened demeanour, “Oh Eddie, I’m so sorry, I should’ve called. That’s my fault, forgive me?” Your arms came around his neck, before trailing down to his chest, playing with his name tag. “I forgive you, I can also think of a way you can make it up to me.”

His smile was mischievous, and intentions impure. “Oh? And what would that be Mr Diaz?” His hand was heavy on your back and slithering lower by the second, “I think we have an appointment with a bed tonight.”

“I have work tomorrow, so do you.”

“Cmon, for me?” His eyes were pure evil, and you were more than happy to give in, even if you were tired. Really damn tired, but he wanted you, so you should give in right? You did give him a fright. “Take me away Diaz.”

If you’d noticed the signs earlier, maybe you could’ve gotten away. His jealousy, when it did rear its head, was an ugly shade of green.

A late night, again.

Eddie had been by the door for 10, sitting for 20, pacing the kitchen and stress-eating for another 10 before he finally settled into bed. Wide awake of course. The opening of his bedroom door caused him to stir. He watched as you slowly moved around, placing your stuff away, putting your phone on charge and then changing.

He sat upright as you yelped, “Eddie! You scared me, again! Why are you sitting in the dark?” His face was drained of warmth, skin cold to the touch. “Was waiting for you, again.” You frowned at his words, “Baby, you know I’m late these days. Better for you to go to sleep than wait up.” He shook his head, burying his head into your stomach as his body relaxed. Your hands raked through his hair gently, “I think you should consider working from home.”

Your hands stopped in their tracks, working from home? The last time you worked from home was during lockdown, and you’d driven yourself half mad. “Why is that?” Eddie glanced up at you, “You’re barely home, Chris misses you, I miss you. Don’t you want to be with us?” You took a deep breath in before smiling, “Of course I do. I- I’ll see what I can do baby.”

His hands quickly dragged you into bed, “Knew you’d understand amor.” Eddie rested his head in the crook of your neck, his hands slowly making their way underneath your shirt.

“Sweetie, I’m tried.”

“I missed you.” You relented, letting him continue. It seemed to be all you were doing these days, bending backwards and over to please him, literally.

The first time you noticed his behaviour was also when you realised you needed space. Not that he’d give it to you. A new coworker, Harry, had invited not only yourself, but your friend Aleya and Jack out to lunch.

He was a nice guy, very eager to learn and never scared by a little constructive criticism. The only problem was probably his overbearing cologne, very pungent? Intense?

You’d also been driven to work that day, courtesy of your boyfriend. You were working shorter days now, completing about an hour or two of work at home now. It had taken some adjusting, after a few forgetful days and about a million texts from Carla with an impatient Chris at home waiting for you.

You spotted Eddies truck pull up as you wrapped up your conversation with the your three lunch goers, “And that’s me, I’ll see you guys on Monday. Thank you so much for lunch!” You reached out to Aleya for a side hug, the same for Jack and a normal hug for Harry. “Tell Eddie there’ll be a fire at my house later tonight, and he better bring Evan!” Jack joked as you waved him off.

Jack may or may not have a huge crush on Evan.

You hopped in, quickly chucking your purse and files into the back seat before kissing Eddie on the cheek. “Hi! How was Chris’s school?” Eddie shrugged his shoulders, “Fine.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his shortness, “Something wrong?” He turned onto the highway, knuckles tightly gripping the wheel, “You smell like him.”

“Like who? Harry?”

“That his name?”

You rolled your eyes, “No, it’s actually his father’s, middle name Jesus. Care for some wine Eddie?” Not once, had Eddie ever been physical. But raising his voice? Oh that was fair game.

“You think you’re funny huh? Having lunch with other guys and taking the piss outta me?”

“Nothing happened baby, it was lunch. He’s new and trying to fit in and I’m being nice. There’s nothing to worry about I swear.” The silence permeated in the truck, causing the hair on your arms to raise. You hated the silent treatment wholeheartedly.

“Whatever.”

His change in demeanour could flip like a switch, you always assumed it was him putting up a front. But when Eddie showed up the next day, flowers in hand and looking his sharpest, you were forced to reevaluate. “God I wish my boyfriend was that sweet.” Your project partner whispered as you sighed, “That’s Eddie.”

Even your boss wanted you to go with him, “Take the day off sweetie, you deserve it.” And with a pat on the back and a million swooning interns drooling over Eddie, you were sent on your way.

“I got these for you Y/n/n.” Your favourite flowers, arranged perfectly and smelling divine. Your hands wrapped around the bouquet, “Thank you Eddie, they’re perfect.” His smile caused your heart to race, he looked amazing. The Eddie with you that day was incredible.

His infectious laughter, perfect smile and the sweet nothings he whispered into your ear. That, was the Eddie Diaz you knew and loved. A gentleman, who had eyes for only you. Which is why you couldn’t help but wonder, what made him change? How was it possible to go from absolutely furious and unnecessarily jealous to an angel?

You didn’t want to know, and you didn’t want to stay around long enough to find out.

Maybe it was the date, or the fact that you felt as if he deserved an explanation face to face. Either way, if you’d known better, you would have made it away.

“Eddie, we have to talk.” The two of you were currently sitting on the couch, favourite show playing in the background. Eddie hummed along, a slight acknowledgment to your words. “It’s, about us.” Eddie turned the volume down, your sentence piquing his interest.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think, we should break up.”

And with six words, Eddies entire world came crashing down in front of him. What on earth were you talking about? “What did you say?” The smile on Eddies face was anything but sweet or reassuring, a bad attempt at keeping his composure. “You’ve been acting, odd, to say the least.” You stood from the couch as he followed in pursuit, all the way to the kitchen.

“I feel like, all that we’re doing lately is either fighting or sleeping. Every time I come home, you have something to say. Whether it’s about my later nights, about who I was with or what I’m doing on the phone. It’s like I have no privacy at all. I cannot keep a single thing to myself. And if I try to? You blow up at me. I mean last week for example, I tried my hardest to not argue with you by walking away. And all you did was follow me around the house, it drove me crazy. Showing up to my workspace when I tell you I can get more done without random lunch dates. I’m a grown adult but you treat me like a child. And if I stand up for myself I’m cheating. It makes no sense at all Eddie. And I tried to make it work, but I feel like you’re controlling me. I even reduced my hours, because you asked. I moved in even when I wasn’t ready, because you asked. I need a break.” You took a deep breath after your monologue, needing a second.

Turning towards Eddie, he stared straight at you. “I had no idea you felt that way baby. I’m so sorry, I never meant to do any of it. I love you so much, I can’t help but worry. After everything we’ve been through with Shannon,” And there it was, the guilt. It was blinding, clawing its way through you. Shannon. He’d already lost someone he loved, and Chris lost his mother. No wonder he was always to protective over you.

“Hey, I’m not leaving like Shannon okay? What happened was a tragic accident, and I promise nothing like that is going to happen again Eddie.” You immediately engulfed in a hug, his head resting against yours, “I don’t want to loose you, I don’t want Chris to loose you.” Eddie muttered repeatedly as you closed your eyes.

Chris walked into the room, thirsty, tired and curious, “Is something wrong?” You immediately detached yourself from Eddie, wiping away your tears, “Nothings wrong sweetie, did you need something?” He nodded before turning around and walking to his room, “We’ll talk later yeah?” Eddie whispered into your ear before moving ahead.

Sniffles came from underneath Christopher’s blanket, “You alright buddy?” Eddie asked, patting his hair down, “Water.” You watched as Eddie swiftly made his way to the kitchen whilst you sat down, “You need anything else?” Chris’s hand slowly lowered the blanket before smiling your way, “No thanks mum.”

And as quickly as he spoke, he turned over to sleep again. Your eyes were probably protruding out of your head, shock filling your senses. “Mum?” The word sounded foreign on your lips, but apparently comfortable enough on Chris’s.

“He called you mum.” Eddies voice was low, most likely as astounded as you based on the look on his face. You got up slowly, aware of the sleeping boy. You couldn’t help but smile, and kiss his forehead before making your way to Eddie. “I can’t believe it.” Eddies hand came up to wipe away the stray tears before pulling you in and kissing your forehead, “I can.”

“You’re apart of this family baby, always have been.” His words seeped in as he guided you to your bed, whilst you were stuck on autopilot. Chris viewed you as a parent to him, that’s how common you were in his life now, a constant for him to fall back on. He loved you, almost as much as you loved him. Your words weren’t forgotten just swirling in your head, how the hell could you ask for a break now? With this new huge responsibility?

Eddie knew, of course he knew. He was the one encouraging Chris to call you by your new name. Because if there’s one thing Eddie knew he needed, besides Chris?

It’s you, and he’d do anything to make you stay.

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The School Bully Loves You, Pt. 0:

When Blake Fell in Love with You

Part 1 │ Part 2 │ Part 3

[Yandere! Bully x GN Nerd! Reader]

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"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

You heard the other students chant over and over that there was a fight, and judging by the "Ooohs!" and "Oh shit!", you could tell that someone was getting their butt kicked.

You didn't want to be associated with any of that stuff, so you did your best to steer clear of any drama.

You were only in fifth grade, but you were pretty wise in a certain retrospect in that you did not want to be involved in any sort if unnecessary drama that would add stress to your life. In fact, this was so prominent in your attitude that you were deemed to be a bit anti-social (shy was more apt).

However, since the crowd of chanting students was in the same direction that you had to take in order to get home, you were forced to walk towards the commotion despite your apprehension.

The closer you got, the more you could see the fight that was going on.

One guy had another pinned to the ground, and the one on top was wailing on the other one with both fists. The sounds of flesh against flesh banged out, and you cringed at the onslaught you witnessed.

"Teacher!" a random kid shouted out, pointing towards the school where one of the fourth grade teachers poked her head out to scream at the crowd to disperse.

Everyone scattered, leaving the one kid who'd been wailed on in the dust.

He stayed on the ground, coughing a little bit as he tried to catch his breath.

You didn't move from your spot, ignoring everyone else as they ran off, leaving just you and the apparent loser of the fight.

A part of you said that it wasn't your responsibility, that you should've just walked home and tried your best to pretend that you didn't see anything at all.

But your conscience told you otherwise.

Swallowing your nerves, you called out, "H-hey!"

The guy remained still on the ground.

You didn't have a phone yet (thanks Mom and Dad), so you couldn't call 911. Therefore, you rushed forward and up to the other guy, your eyes widening at what you saw.

You didn't recognize him. He must've been in a different grade, maybe older because he seemed really big and tall (even from his lying position). His cheek was bruised up and his right eye was swollen shut. He had a cut on his arm that was bleeding a little bit-- not too bad, but enough to where it might ruin his leather jacket.

"Are you okay?" you asked, immediately feeling stupid because he obviously wasn't.

"...yeah," the guy grunted, turning his head away from you, blushing a little bit.

You bit down on your lower lip, not knowing what you could say to help out the random dude who'd gotten his butt kicked. Therefore, you did the only thing that you could think of.

"Um," you mumbled, "um, I have a band-aid...?" You cringed a little, but still dug through your backpack for a band-aid to give him. Your mom made you carry a box with you to school since you were pretty clumsy and always seemed to manage to fall down and skin your knee, hence your box of Hello Kitty Band-Aids.

You pulled out a band-aid with Pompompurin and peeled off the back, carefully sticking it to the guy's cut arm. Out of instinct, you bent down and pressed your lips to it, giving it a little kiss like what your mom does to all of your ouchies.

You froze, having no idea why you'd done that.

"Uhh..." you mumbled. "I hope you feel better!"

Thinking quickly, you shot up to your feet and sprinted away as quickly as you could, scurrying in the direction of your house.

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As Blake watched you run off, he looked down at the band-aid on his arm that had some random cartoon character on it.

He snorted and was about to pull it off, but then froze.

His skin still tingled from where you'd kissed him and simply thinking about it made his heart flutter in his chest and his breath get all ragged.

He recognized you from school, recalling how you'd typically keep to yourself and how you were a Grade A nerd.

...and how cute you are.

That'd been it initially-- Blake had thought that you were sorta cute, not paying too much attention otherwise.

But as he watched you run off, he couldn't help but stare in wonder.

Why had you helped him?

Why did you care?

And, ultimately, why weren't you his yet?

"They'll be mine," Blake promised himself. "Sooner or later, I'll make them mine."

He smiled as looked down at the Band-Aid you'd given him and placed his hand over where you'd kissed him, smiling to himself.

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From then on, Blake made it his mission to make sure that you were protected at all costs.

He heard someone talking shit about you or thinking about messing with you?

He kicked their ass.

He heard someone say something negative about you?

He kicked their ass.

Someone cut you in line during lunch?

He kicked their ass.

Someone was wanting to ask you out on a date?

He kicked their ass.

Just that simple act of kindness that you showed the school bully had him wrapped around your finger. You didn't know it, but he was one-hundred percent devoted to you.

He walked you to and from school everyday, making sure to keep a little bit of distance in between the two of you. He knew that you were shy and that you didn't want to be involved in any sort of drama.

Plus, Blake wasn't delusional. He knew that he had an extremely negative reputation surrounding him, and he didn't want to drag you down with him. Everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes, and if you were associated with him, then he'd inadvertently ruin whatever reputation you'd built up.

In his mind, you're an angel, and he didn't want to taint you.

Hence, he kept his distance and made sure to admire you from afar.

But still, if anyone were to ask, Blake would say that you're his. He loves you after all, more than anything in the world.

And he promised himself that eventually he'd confess to you... all he needed was something to push him to do so...

[sickeninglysweetspacedelusion]

If you are comfortable with it, could I please get a Yandere Jax from TADC x reader? If you aren't comfortable literally any Jax content is nice, thank you in advance!

of course!! I mean, You are my first requester.

{ Please call 911 if you are experiencing this kind of behavior, Stay safe. }

, Yandere! Jax... Huh.

, I feel like he'd still bully you, As i head canon that he doesnt really know how to show romantic affection but feels romantic affection towards his s/o.

, His jealousy scale would be 9/10. It's worse because he's utterly obsessed with you of course, So if anyone were to flirt or pull a move on you he'd start harshly bullying them, And pulling sensitive harmful pranks on the person.

, If the pranks and bullying were not to work, He'd have to result to trying to make the person turn abstract.

, If that too doesn't work, He resorts to murder.

, Would manipulate his s/o to believe everyone is against you.

, He loves it when your so clingy, So he purposefully and secretly pulls a prank on you so that you hide behind him or hug him tightly.

, He wouldn't kidnap his s/o, At-least not in this world. He knows you'd probably go insane and go abstract and he'd lose you. So he just grabs hold of your hand everywhere you guys go.

, He doesn't like it when you let go to do something else. He'll literally secretly break the item your paying more attention on.

, I hc he isn't used to physical affection, So if you were to willingly show some he'd be so confused yet so flustered and flattered.

, When cuddling, I feel like he wouldn't let you go for hours.

, If you were to go abstract, He simply would go crazy, Bully everyone for a week or two, And end up going abstract just to be with you alongside in hell or heaven.

, He would get mad at you if you were talking to the person he didn't like, So he would manipulate the person to pull a prank on you so you wouldn't like them anymore.

, When he finds a way to escape, When your sleeping he carries you out your room and literally kidnaps you the moment you both are back into reality.

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Hello!!! Since your fics did this to me, I have a truly unhinged request. Can we get one where Daemon is forced to marry a Hightower (Alicent's sister or someone) after his 'divorce' from Rhea Royce and while Daemon is his usual 'pretend like that marriage never happened' stage, going about ignoring her and fucking whores instead, thinking this wife is probably as boring and meek as Alicent and won't say anything. But, surprise! This one's a complete nutcase and turns out she had long since wanted to marry Daemon (I mean look at the man, reader's me) and now that she has him so close, she won't let him ignore her or escape. He HAS to fall in love with her. So one night, while he's drunk she tries him to their bed and when he wakes up, gets a Valyrian dagger and carves her name upon his chest, telling him something like "See, now I'm so deep into you, you cannot pretend I'm not here." And surprise! Masochist unhinged Daemon actually does fall in love with her. I mean, how can he not! Name carving?! Beautiful! So fucking hot! They fuck (him still tied but she rides him GOOD, like they made her for him only.) And once done, she untied him and then HE carves his name on her back. Because she too wants him so deep engraved into her skin.

Please let me have this!!! Pleasee!!!!!!!

Made For You

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader

Summary: You grew up in not one, but two shadows, your older sister's and your sister's best friend's. People often mistook your silence for docility, and perhaps to an extent you were, but in truth, you inherited all the desperation, the eagerness, and the nefariousness of from your family.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Fem!reader, yandere!reader, mentions/depictions of violence (blood, gore?, murder), smut (dubcon?, fingering, bdsm themes, masochism, knife play [but they injure each other 💀], marking, scratching, vaginal penetration, degradation kink, breeding kink, bondage, choking), just general dark/grotty themes, typos, etc.

A/N: ok very much MINORS DNI hello im calling 911 this is crazy and i love it HAHAHAHH update i am very confused if i love it lol HsaL:FHASHFAF. i had a little problem with believing daemon would marry a hightower 💀 so i had to add a part explaining that to convince myself. anyway. i hope you enjoy. idk what happened to be honest. im just glad i got this over with. Tagging: @pinksirensong @aralezinspace @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony @risefallrise @sloanexx

My compulsive habit of chewing my lip had made me addicted to the taste of blood. And though I was heading to the library, the same one I did every single day, my heart was pounding because I knew today would be different. I knew today the prince would be here.

The moment I walked in, I headed straight for the bookshelf that held the only tomes I knew Daemon read. I sucked the iron off my swollen lip and released a sigh as I began to go through the books.

I snort in a sharp breath when I hear a voice to my side. I turn left and find him, short sliver hair spilling down his forehead, a faint line between his brows, and a slight curve in his lips. He had spoken to me in High Valyrian.

I bring my hands to the side. I pull at the inside of my bottom lip. He watches me, awaiting a correct response to his words.

"Iskan..." I start slowly, "kesīr naejot jurnegon rȳ se tembyr."

I'm here to look at the books.

My stomach flutters when he chuckles.

"Very good," he says, standing straight, walking over to me, "though it's Iksan," he adds, reaching out for a book. He opens it but keeps his eyes on me and repeats, "Iksan."

"Iksan," I mutter, looking down at his book.

He closes the book and mindlessly puts it back, "good," he leans on the shelf, "now once more. All together."

I dart my eyes up to him and lick my lips, "Iksan kesīr naejot jurnegon rȳ se tembyr."

He chuckle, reaching out for my hair, "had you not inherited the ghastly color of your father's locks, you'd have me fooled to be of my blood."

My breathing heavies.

He laughs, muttering words in his mother tongue too quick for me to understand.

When he pulls his hand away, I am eager to say something that will elicit the same response, "I am glad I amuse you, my prince Daemon."

Daemon hums and turns about, "you are eager to please me so. How could I not?

I follow after him as he makes his way back to his chair. I spot the heap of books on his side as he sits down.

"Would you like me to take those back, your grace?"

Daemon turns from me to the books on his side then tilts his head, "I don't suppose you are trying to get a job as a librarian."

My eyes widen at his words, "no, I am not."

He straightens in his spot and crosses his legs, "then tell me, will you make no attempt to escape from your hundred year old prospect?"

I grip my skirt.

Daemon raises his brows along with the corner of his lips.

"You know of this?" I mutter softly.

"Your cunt of a father spoke of it to Viserys in the morn," he pouts in thought, "he spewed some crap about the old man from wherever the fuck being enchanted by you when you met him two nights before at the banquet."

I clear my throat, "Lord Sheperding was... quite eager to speak to my father about my prospects."

Daemon bounces his foot up and down. He grips the armrest, "so tell me," he stands and marches over, catching my face in his hands, craning my head up, "did the cretin that fucked you into your mother ask you to come here and seduce me like he did your bitch sister?"

My throat constricts in panic, "I-"

He pushes me back until my I was pressed between him and the side of the bookshelf. His hands come around my neck, "don't you dare fucking lie to me."

I gulp at the fact he was not putting pressure in his grip. My stomach flurries. I shake my head frantically, "my father would rather kill me than ever allow me to yours."

"But that is what you want," he blurts, beginning to tighten his hold on me, "what you have wanted for long, no?"

My heart hammers in my chest. My hands dart to his sides. I moan out, "yes."

Daemon leans close to me, "then I will give you what you want." He releases my neck and begins to pull up my skirt, "but if I find your father pleased by our union, I will make sure your death is more painful than that bronze bitch's."

I let out an involuntary whine but then bite my lip tightly when I feel Daemon's hands make their way to my inner thigh.

"Oh you filthy girl," he moans, "you don't seem to need my fingers at all with how worked up you've gotten yourself."

I cover my mouth when I feel his fingers brush over my burning core.

Daemon pulls away and rip my fingers off. He tuts me and flips me over, shoving my chest against the shelf, "this will only work if you're loud enough for someone to hear."

And someone very much did hear. As swiftly as Daemon had made me come undone by the shelves of library, the news came to my father of the disgrace I had done to my maidenhood, to our name, to him. So when he came to me, he chastised me and left physical evidence of his sore displeasure and then he came to the king demanding justice.

Upon seeing the state of me, King Viserys called for his brother, and Queen Alicent offered me comfort. Daemon came with haughtiness and scorn. My father and my sister eyed him dirtily. Upon seeing the mark on my cheek, the only mark on my body that he had not left, Daemon looked to the enraged king and agreed to the demand of taking responsibility of his actions.

So with a violet cheek hidden behind makeup, reddish marks on my neck hidden behind a high collar, a swollen eye, and bitten lips, I was wed to the prince.

I was now his princess, his wife.

Yet a month later, I was just a stranger that lived in his house that inconvenienced him. Why just this morning, he came from his chambers where he would bring his whores to fuck them, then came into our shared chambers to sleep, knowing I'd be gone and awake by now.

I watched him from the mirror as he walked across the room.

I stopped brushing my hair by the time Daemon jumped into our bed. I release a breath, "tired, my love?"

"Dorea kept me up all night," he chuckles, "filthy girl."

I cringe at the nickname. He had called me that when he made me his wife. That was my nickname, mine.

I turn over to look at him. He was curled up under the blankets, embracing a pillow. I stand from the chair in front of my vanity, "there is a banquet we must attend in the afternoon."

"Go by yourself," he mutters.

I clench my jaw and walk over to him, "the bastard lord, as you affectionately call will be there."

Daemon, who had his eyes closed, furrows his brows, "which one?"

"The one who called you a tyrant in the making."

He chuckles, rolling over on his chest. He begins to curse in High Valyrian.

I reach our bed and sit by the side, looking at him, wanting so badly to brush back his hair, to snuggle next to him, to make love to him, to cage him in me. I press my hands on the bed. I purse my lips before I whisper, "would you like for me to handle him?"

Daemon does not respond nor move.

"I will do anything for you... I can kill him for you if that is what you want."

When I move to stand, my groom speaks, "kill him then."

He turns to his face to the other side of the bed, I watch as he rubs his cheek on the pillows. He mutters idly, "bring me his head."

"And then you'll let me have you to myself?"

He laughs, "whatever you want."

But he betrayed me still. He couldn't fucking wait to get his cock wet.

I came to him that night with the lord's severed head. He was in his other chamber room, with a whore I have not seen before. And she had been going ah-ah-ah in pleasure as he straddled my prince, but then she made the mistake of turning over her shoulder. She ripped out an ear-piercing shriek upon seeing my figure, drenched in red, both hands clutching things of horror.

She fled the room promptly after seeing me, screeching loudly. Daemon however, was reeling at the sudden loss of contact. It became apparent to me that he was drunk, possibly out of his mind.

I walked over to him, beholding his naked form, his wet erection. I raise one hand, the one holding the severed head. I frown deeply, "your prize, husband."

I throw it to him.

Daemon, instinctively swats as he evades it. The lord's head rolls on the floor. He groans and pushes himself up on his elbows. He looks at me and narrows his eyes, slowly speaking my name, as though he was only recognizing it was me now.

I begin to shudder. I begin to shake in rage. I clench my jaw and my fists. I grab my skirt and lunge at him, pinning him down beneath me, raising my other hand, still clad with the weapon I used to slay the man with. I press it to his throat, screaming as tears fogged my eyes, "I HATE YOU."

Daemon clutches my arms and pushes me back, not before I manage to nick his skin and make red gush down the side of his throat.

I feel like he is pushed into a semblance of sobriety after this, and yet in my rage, I still managed to subdue him in his still very much intoxicated state.

We struggle against each other, but the only important thing to know is that my fury managed to best him. Now here we were. I was straddling his hips and he was tied to the bed, hissing at the feel of my cold blade on his chest.

Daemon was wide eyed and very much sober with the pain at this point.

"It's so nice of you not to scream and call for help, prince husband," I mutter as I etch my initials on to his left pec, "your pride will be the death of you, you know. Be glad I have no intention to kill you. even now."

"Mad cunt," he spits in anger.

"You told me I could have you to myself!" I scream, body trembling in rage, "now I must mark you so your whores know who you belong to."

He huffs, shifting his hips beneath me. I repel him and force him still.

Daemon growls as I toss my blade on to the bedside table and lean and lick the blood on his skin. His blood tastes so much better than mine. I moan at the iron and shift from how I was straddled atop him. My skirt bunches up by his midriff as I suckle on his flesh and nipped at his skin with my teeth

He strains against the bounds I managed to put on his wrists and releases a moan.

I lift my head at the sound of it and breathe hotly against him, "wicked dragon," I sit up then slap him across the face, "you're not meant to enjoy this," I rub his cheek down to his chest, "not really. This is meant to satisfy me."

Daemon looks at me, frazzled by the hit.

"You've been nothing but spiteful even though I've been nothing but obedient, prince husband," I mutter, leaning into him, digging my nails into his chest, "and you insult me so greatly by wasting your precious seed on whores who could not bear you any heirs."

I prop myself up on his chest. Daemon pants at the rocking movement of my hips. I scowl at him as I gather my skirt up until my skin was bare against his. I whimper at the feel of his still hardened member pulsing beneath my own pulse. I recall the whore he was with just moments ago, and how her slick was glistening on his manhood. I feel ire and jealousy burn through me.

"Is it not painfully obvious to you that I can be your whore, your grace?!" I bark through tears as I grab his hair and pull his head up.

Daemon grunts, "fucking bitch."

I desperately retort, "I'll be your fucking bitch, Daemon. I want to be your fucking bitch, your slut, your plaything, your executioner, your bride, your darling. Everything, whatever you want from me, I can become it."

I release his hair, making his head fall down. He looks up at me as I lift myself up and grab his veiny girth, aligning him into my core and burying him deep with me.

"Fuck," he huffs.

I whimper at his reaction, licking my lips as I do so, "I want to hurt you so badly, Daemon, but I love you so much that I'll make you feel good while do it however."

I begin to bounce on top of him while I dig my thumb into his fresh wound and choke him with my other hand.

Daemon begins to exclaim in his mother tongue, gripping tightly on the bounds on his wrists.

I groan and lick the blood off my thumb as I fuck myself on him. I move up and down on his hard erection, mind going wild with the fantasies I've thought of him long before we were even wed. When he begins to let out a strangled sound, I release the pressure on his throat and lean on his chest as it heaves up and down.

"Don't wanna see you with anyone else, Daemon," I mutter as I quicken my pace a notch and begin to feel my stomach tighten, "I'll kill your whores cause I can't kill you. Never you, my love."

Daemon groans as he catches his breath, "faster."

I whine at his command and eagerly give into him, adjusting myself atop him and allowing myself to plop up and down him at a quicker and rougher tempo. I feel my insides flutter at the sound of his moans. I scratch his chest up and down with my nails and look down at his face, mouth ajar, eyes shut, neck straining.

"I was made for you, husband," I mutter, biting my lower lip as I feel my core tighten and my climax build, "was made to be your confidant, your right hand, your bride, your baby maker."

He groans, "is that right, come slut?" He lifts his head up, "you want to bear my children so badly you tied me up to fuck yourself on me?"

I whine and nod my head, "yes," I muffle out, "s'all I think about. Wanna be good to you. Wanna give you everything. Wanna give you sons and daughters."

Daemon replies in High Valyrian. I vaguely recognize it as compliment and a curse.

I begin to lose my breath as I ride him more desperately than ever.

"Then take what you want from me and come on my cock, come slut."

I nod my head and clench around him, "yes, Daemon, yes, yes, yes-"

I feel my body begin to burn and flare at my ministrations. I fuck him eagerly and begin to feel grow manic with every thrash and every grunt.

Daemon huffs and rips at his bounds, "you better not disappoint me, my Hightower bitch."

"No, husband," I grunt,

"You better take me good."

"Yes! Gonna be so good to you, so good."

I hear him say something after, but I don't have time to make sense of it as I feel myself tighten then shatter all over him. I cry out his name in pleasure, and as I ride out the pleasure as much as I can. Only then do I realize that Daemon was thrusting into me as well. It is twice as evident as I begin to slow my pace.

And then my toes curl and my nails dig into his skin when his heat shoots into me. It makes my flesh quake and intensifies my undoing.

I scream out his name. He calls me dirty ones. I bask in our union and slowly come down from my high. Slowly making sure he was just as spent as I was like a dutiful wife.

What remains is a mess. I am a mess of short breath, sweat, and blood as I slowly sink down and fall onto Daemon's chest. I whimper against him, dazed by it all, but completely and utterly satisfied with myself.

I lap at his wound, soothing myself as I enjoy the remaining stretch inside me, the fullness and warmth planted in my belly.

I knit my brows when I feel hands come around my form.

"Take off your clothes."

I lift my head out and look at Daemon's face, his eyes blown and his lips parted. I push myself up, "how did you get o-"

I whimper when he chuckles, my tenderness sensitive to vibrations if his body. His hands run up my back, to the ties on my dress. His fingers begin to tug and he undo them, "you cannot seriously believe to have overpowered me, little girl."

Before my pulse could even calm, it's racing all over again when Daemon easily flips us over and begins pushing my skirt up, "your knots are shite. I'll teach you how to properly tie a victim up."

He arduously rips my dress off my body overhead, up until I was as naked as he was beneath him. He looks down at my bareness and grips my thighs, roughly ripping his nails in a downward motion, making me reach out to him as I whine.

Daemon grunts before he chuckles, "I can feel you clench around me, dirty whore."

I squeak when he pushes forward and reaches out for something. He places my blade between my breasts then adjusts my legs around him as he pushes himself up on one arm. He then grabs the blade and eyes me darkly as he presses the steel on my skin. I slap my hand on my mouth when he begins cut into my abdomen. He looks down at his work as my tighten my legs around him, holding back my sounds as he did.

"Don't be selfish, slut," he mutters, "I own your womb. I ought to mark it now."

Daemon's eyes flick up to me as I scream into my hand and screw my teary eyes shut.

I silently sob at the sting of the blade and try to control my cries until he finishes. I begin to heave when I hear the sound of something being dropped to the floor.

I whimper and open my eyes when I feel Daemon sigh as he sinks back down onto me, face coming to the side of my own. He pushes my hands off my face in order to press our chests together. I lean into his shoulder and suckle at his skin to soothe myself.

"Shhhh," he kisses my cheek, "I'll make you feel better, my bride. Make sure to fill you up until you're full with my seed, okay?"

I nod my head and wrap my arms around him.

"Olvie sȳz," he mutters, "good little slut for me."

[quolafish]

Place to Stay (Yandere!Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Warnings - SMUT to come, gentle? yandere, stalking, blood/wounds & sickness

Part 1 / ? PART 2

Shigaraki climbed up to a random roof. Flopping onto the rough tiles, pain wracked his body and pinned him down.

His clothes were wet, and the smell of iron filled his senses as he forced himself to sit up. He hissed, clutching his hand to his stomach, barely able to look down at his fingers. He saw the blood on them in his peripherals, hot and sticky. The smell of iron filled him, causing bile to rise to his throat and a horrible tension behind his bloodshot eyes.

Lolling his head to the side, he was met with his night-blurred reflection. Moonlight didn’t shine over monsters like him. Not that he really cared nor wanted to see himself bleeding out.

The cool air bit his open wounds. The man was no stranger to pain, but he let out a pitiful cry as the cold sank its teeth into him.

He couldn’t die like this.

Gasping, he tried to lug his broken, bleeding body over to the window. It stung. Each bone, muscle, screamed at him. His limps were lead as he rolled over on his belly. He tasted vomit when the rough asphalt rubbed against his bare wound. He rose on shaky knees, dragging himself across the shingles until his bloody hands stuck to the glass.

Pain hit him like a truck, stealing his balance and causing his pounding head to slam against the glass. He groaned. Bile swirled in his mouth as he spat, whimpering as he peeled his bloody cheek off the glass… only to bang his head against the glass once more.

Somebody…

He started to knock using his head, until his failures sparked a fire in him, a deep hatred for himself and he was too weak to scratch the itch. He started to bange his head against the window. Head-banging. He screwed his eyes shut once he started to see spots.

When he opened them, he was met with another pair of eyes staring back at him. He blinked blearily, before the window opened and he toppled forward.

((Hit with a numbing quirk why the window didn’t decay))

His face was pressed up against something soft and plush. A sent other than iron wafted his feverish sensors. Suddenly the man was a child again, pressed up against his mother, who’d hold him and protect and love him…

…if he hadn’t decayed her…

A tear slipped down his cheek as everything went black.

…

He woke up to the sound of sirens. Everything hurt. He saw a woman, applying pressure to his wounds, several bloody gauzes over eachother as she pressed another one down.

“Help is coming,” she said softly to him. “I called 911. Help is almost here.”

The man nodded slowly. 911..

911.

He choked on a gasp, struggling to get away from her. Her pressure loosened, before applying enough to make his head swirl.

“Hey..! Please, don’t panic, you’re in good hands, okay? Just—!”

“No cops,” he managed, speaking through his teeth.

“You need to go to the hospital—“

“No hospital!” He hissed, voice cracking. She nearly dropped another gauze at his breathless scream.

A loud, sound of sparking blaze erupted, hot light spilling into the open window. The sirens were silenced. Screams filled the air, as the smell of smoke began to replace the blue light.

Hands were placed over his wound. The bloody gnash on his stomach. He made a soundness cry, screwing his eyes tight so hard his face ached. 

A warm feeling began to pour into him. His eyes slowly opened, as he watched with a soar neck the bloody flesh began to stich itself back together with a floating, golden thread. It vanished into the air, his skin stained with blood but his wounds no longer bleeding.

The warm feeling was stripped so fast he thought he was naked. Pain flooded him, filled him to the brim until he overflowed. Grimacing, he lurched to his side and threw up.

He flinched at the hand rubbing soothing circles into his back. The warm touch was nothing like the dead, palms and fingers of Father and the rest of his diseased kin. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve, tasting blood. The man was surprised he had the strength. When you touched him, that warm feeling began to course through his blood. Uncanny and strange..

I can’t do anything, he said, starting at his bloody hand prints on the window. He touched glass with all five fingers and it hadn’t decayed. Damn you, Overhaul…

You looked at him. You were trembling nearly as bad as him. He was so sick… your eyes were so gentle…

He asked for a place to stay, when he was a villain and he could just take it… if he had his quirk. The man was feverish, his head pounding and his stomach churning.

You nodded slowly. God, you didn’t look much older but you reminded him of his…

You gently pried his wrists away from his neck. “Don’t scratch, it’ll only make it worse…”

He shut his eyes as he bent over, feeling sick again.

[ritsusakumawife]

Rejected Male Yandere x GN! Reader

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of murders and kidnappings, yandere content, not proofread, and bad grammar

Words: 1654

Quiet footsteps can be heard until they stop and a door opens and closes.

"Why'd you do it?"

"Well, they kept bothering you, so I-"

"WHY DID YOU DO IT?!"

"I told you, they kept bothe-"

"Not that. Tell me a good, fucking valid reason. You can't just say it's because they were bothering me. They..Those people you killed were my family, you bastard!"

"So tell me, why did you kill them?

He bows his head in what seems like shame.

"Hah! Just as I thought, you can't give me a good reason because there isn't one! You killed my family just because you wanted to!"

"You didn't do it for me or your twisted sense of love. You just killed them for fun, didn't you?"

"No, that's not-..I- I'm sorry."

"Darling, you know how much I love you, don't you? I just couldn't bear to see them use you and treat you like shit."

"Believe me, I truly didn't want to kill them, but they just left me with no choice. I had to do it. I'd go insane if I were to watch them trash talk you for even a moment longer.

"After all, I know how much their words hurt you."

"Even if their words hurt me, that doesn't give you any, ANY right to end their lives."

"Just… what happened to you..? What happened to the man I knew?

Everything was fine four years ago.

You'd wake up, get ready for the day, and meet up with your best friend for your guys' daily morning coffee.

You'd order his and your usual and go on your separate ways once you've got your orders.

But then on one Saturday, your guys' schedule aligned perfectly, and you guys decided to spend it together, catching up.

You guys promised to meet at 11:00 a.m. He was running late, which was unusual, but you didn't mind and decided to continue waiting.

After an hour, he finally arrived.

He apologized for being late and reasoned that he had some last-minute work he had to do

It was quite a chaotic day, but you had fun. It was one of the rare times you got to hang out together after all.

You were currently walking back home.

Once you had arrived, you prepared to unlock the door, but to your surprise, the door was already unlocked.

'Maybe they accidentally left it open, or dad just got home. Oh well.'

Upon stepping foot into your home, you felt a sticky liquid cling to your shoes and a strong metallic smell enter your nostrils.

"Mom, are you there?"

You begin to take careful steps forward; your feet hit something laying on the ground, and if you weren't going so slowly, you would've for sure tripped.

'What the heck did I hit? '

You feel around your wall, hoping to come across the light switch and finally see what's happening.

"Where the heck is it? It should be here somewhere. If only my phone didn't run out of battery, I could just be using the flashlight feature right now."

After feeling around for a couple more seconds, your hand makes contact with the light switch, and you turn it on.

"Finally! Now just what did I trip o-"

There on the ground lies your mother's body. Still, cold, and lifeless

You stumble and quickly check your mother's pulse.

.

..

...

Nothing. There's nothing.

You scramble towards your house phone and quickly dial 911, but before you could hit the dial button, you felt something hit you on the head before falling unconscious.

You awoke in a dark room, your hands and legs chained to the wall.

Once your eyes have adjusted to the darkness, you see your best friend sitting in a chair across from you. He looks at you intensely. Like a predator to their prey, he observes you.

He doesn't do or say anything. Just watches

You collect your thoughts.

From the look of things, he kidnapped you and was probably the one who killed your mom, or maybe even your entire family, seeing as no one found your mother dead on the floor.

It would also explain why he was late for your meeting earlier. He killed them before meeting up with you.

Once you've answered all the questions pouring into your head, you speak up.

"Hey, what do you want from me?"

It was clear he had no intention of harming or killing you; if he had, he would've already killed you, but instead you're here chained up in what you assume is his basement. A classic place to keep kidnapped people, or well, in some cases, but not all the time.

"You're not going to ask if I'll kill you or let you go? That's surprising; usually people would already be screaming and moving around as if it'd help improve the situation."

"No. It'll be useless to do that. It won't help me get out of these chains."

"So? What do you want from me?"

"What I want is simple: your love. That's all I want."

"Pfft, my love? And you expect to get it by killing my family?"

"You truly must be insane."

"I'm sure it'll work out, right? After all, you've always liked the insane characters in those shows and games you play."

"I think you forgot about one teeny tiny important detail Mr. Kidnapper, those shows and games are fictional, while this situation I'm currently in isn't."

"But..I'm sure that if we talk some things out, like, let's perhaps say, taking these chains off, we can start anew and develop our own love story." You say teasingly.

He chuckles. "Sorry, dear, but the chains stay on at least until I'm sure you won't run away."

"Boo~ These chains hurt, y'know? Wait, don't tell me you're actually into that kind of stuff" You say in a fake shocked tone.

'Even if I'm talking to him casually, it seems that he still isn't letting his guard down at all. This is troublesome."

'But it's fine. It doesn't matter how long it takes. I will get out of here, you murdering bastard. I swear, I'll have you put behind bars.'

'I know just how to get behind those walls you put up. I didn't spend all those years with you for nothing.'

While it was easy to gain his trust, it seems like his careful nature just didn't allow himself to be easily swayed by your charming words.

And in the end, it took one and a half years to get out of the chains, but you were only allowed to stay in that room.

It took six months to be allowed to wander outside that room. But only on the condition that you were to have your hands tied up when outside the room in the basement.

It took a year to be allowed to do your own things around the house.

You had thought of escaping while he went outside, but you knew better than that. He set this up; he'll let you have your way around the house to see if you'll try to escape from him.

He's left you multiple chances to escape throughout the years. Chances that would surely not happen due to coincidences. It was all bait, a trap.

So you just did what you had to do. Act as his lover; act on this never-ending stage.

And finally, in the fourth year, something changed. Something he didn't notice, but you did. He has truly let his guard down.

After days of planning, you finally did it. You can escape. But it's too soon to say that everything is over.

He was still in there, sleeping peacefully. If you were to leave now and call the cops, then he could wake up before the cops arrive and escape somewhere far away.

So you stayed. You called the police, made sure he wouldn't have any escape routes, made breakfast, and waited for him to wake up. Right by his side, just like he has always wanted

After a few minutes, he woke up. You gave him a little kiss on the head and gave him breakfast in bed, like it has always been.

Everything seemed normal until a knock on the door interrupted your guys' lovely morning. Naturally, he answered the door since you're technically a missing person.

Everything went by so fast after that that you don't even remember what happened after he opened the door.

And now you find yourself walking towards his visiting area.

You have so many things you want to say, but all you can muster up is ask why he did it.

While it seems like you're asking why he killed your family, It's moreso, why is it me? Why was it me?

June 6, 20XX

You stare at a note that was put on your desk.

'Meet me on the rooftop after school'

"Ooo~ Looks like Y/N has a secret admirer~!"

"Heheh~ I bet it's that guy Y/n always hangs out with."

"Eh? That dude? Eww, you better reject him, Y/N. I heard that guy's a creep. Yuck."

"Hey! That's mean, he isn't a creep, ok? I don't know who started the rumors, but it's not true. I've known him for practically all my life! He isn't that kind of guy."

Your friends snicker, "Look at Y/N defending their little boyfriend!"

"Wha, he isn't my boyfriend! Besides,"

"Yeah, yeah, just get going. Now you're going to be late for your meeting. Bye bye~"

"̸̮̀Ì̴̫'̴̢̂m̷͉̈ ̴̹̃s̸͙͂o̶̞͑r̸̢̚ȑ̴̹ý̷̥,̶͈͆ ̸̦͝b̴̘̈́u̶̬͑t̸̮̆ ̷̩̄Ï̶͎ ̵̹̈́ĺ̸̯ĭ̷̥k̶̯̀e̸̢̾ ̶͓͐ÿ̸̦o̶̜̎ù̷͕.̷͔͝ ̴̠͒Ȉ̴̪ ̴̻̅t̶̪̉ȓ̴̬u̵̞̅l̴̪͐y̸͎̾ ̷̨̈ḋ̷̫ǒ̴̫.̴̫̇ ̷̘͝B̵̩̍u̷͝ͅt̷̖́ ̷̦̀I̶̪̐ ̴͎͂d̸̰̑o̸̙͗n̵̳͑'̵̤͝t̴͉̓ ̸̧̍l̵̘̏i̴̪̿k̷͈̐e̵̡͊ ̴̜́y̷̼͑o̶̯̍û̴̢ ̶̀ͅi̷͙̔n̸̤͋ ̵͔̑t̴̟̽h̷̻̋à̶͕t̸̡͆ ̷̯͐w̷̬̅a̴̯̿ÿ̸̮.̸͇͠ ̴̫͐Ï̶͜ ̸̻̂t̷͘͜h̶͕͝i̴̭͆n̸̞̂k̶̨̈́ ̶̳̕ó̸͎f̶͓̏ ̶̺̂y̶̛͓ö̸̟́ū̷̪ ̶͖͐a̶̢͝ś̷̝ ̷̪̓m̶͍̉y̵̞̑ ̶̗̅b̷̥͝e̷̳͝s̴̮͠t̸͍͆ ̶̜͝f̵̭͆r̵̡̾i̸̺͊ë̸̖́n̴̤̑d̸̗͑,̶̲͌ ̴̖̈a̶̹͝ ̶͉̑b̸̝͋r̴̻̈́o̶̟͂t̵͖͂h̴̠͌e̷͒͜r̶͙̾.̵̢̓ ̴̩͊I̴̗̐'̴̢͆m̷̼̃ ̴̯͘s̸̘̊ö̸̜r̷̳̎r̷̛̗y̴̦͘,̷̲̆ ̵̻̕b̶̘̔u̶̩͒t̴͚͋ ̸͉̀I̶̠͝ ̸̰̀h̶͙͒õ̶͖p̵͈̐e̵͕̐ ̷̪͝w̵̟͑e̶͕̓ ̸̻̊ċ̶̜ḁ̶͛n̴̨̏ ̸̪̎s̷̤͂t̷̰͂i̷͌͜l̷̮͘l̴͓̃ ̶̰̓b̸̖͒ę̷̄ ̷̯͝f̸͈͋ř̷̤ǐ̷͜e̶̺̋n̶̢̒d̵̘̀s̷̼̎.̴̻̽"̷̙̽ ̵̉ͅY̶̩͒o̵͎͑u̶̠͐ ̸̠͛b̷̰̈o̴̤͑w̷̼͊ ̴͇̏d̴͝ͅo̵͚͝ẇ̸̗ǹ̶̟.̴̛̣ ̷̡͊"̴̨͠A̴͖̿h̵̢͊,̵̟̋ ̷͈̋n̵͇͗ö̶̩,̷̛͖ ̴͈̽i̴̔ͅt̸͕̀'̸̦̀s̷̫̅ ̴̻͌a̵̠͛l̵̲̈r̴̪̽i̴̗̎g̴̡͆h̶͖̀t̶̹͋.̵̑ͅ ̶̦͌I̴̗͐ ̸̝̿k̵͖̍ṅ̷͇e̶͊ͅw̶̭̏,̶̧̒ ̷͍͒b̵̕ͅu̸̗͌t̴͙̃ ̵̢̽I̶̥͛ ̷̺̈́j̸̰̏ű̵̜s̷̨̾ẗ̵͍́ ̶̟̀w̵̫̍a̶̗͗n̴̨̏t̴̿͜e̸̺͆d̸̼̿ ̵̗̂t̷̞̅ó̷̜ ̶̗̕l̷̢̊e̴̦͝t̷̙͌ ̷͙͌ÿ̴̞́o̵̬͐u̴̼͝ ̴̺͌k̶̪̾n̶͎̄ȍ̵̙w̴͎͘.̸̪̚ ̷̝͋S̶͕̄o̸̩͑,̷̽ͅ ̵̗̔f̶͛ͅr̸͖̿ì̷͜ë̴̢́n̷͉̏d̴̹̑s̸̓͜?̸̠͒"̸̘̇ ̴͓̍H̴͍̔e̴͜͝ ̵͉͂p̶̘̒u̴̯͑t̴͖͠s̸͍̉ ̵̰̑h̷̏ͅi̷̢̊s̵̰̆ ̷̜̅h̷̜̀à̷͓n̴̫̑d̸̰̋ ̴̼͛ô̴̡ų̵͝ẗ̴̡́.̵̤̍ ̶̤̄"̸͘ͅŸ̷̲ṳ̷̊p̶̲̊!̴͖̉ ̵̹́Ḅ̷̅ẽ̸̮s̸̜̋ṫ̸̖ ̸̖̅f̷̺̕r̸̫͌í̵̻ê̶͉n̸̻͋d̷͚̅s̶̩̽!̵͔͗"̸͕̔ ̷̖͝Y̷̘̊o̴̯̾u̷̙͋ ̸̭̈́ȟ̴̗o̵̜̾l̵̬̈́d̴̝͘ ̸̺̽ḫ̵̄i̷̧̓s̵͎̏ ̷̢̈h̴̡̑a̴̫͑n̷͙͆d̸͓̄.̵̮͛

This did not turn out how I wanted it to, and I am cringing so bad. I'm so so sorry for this abomination.

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Hide and Seek

yandere!ethan landry x fem!reader

summary: you finally escape from ethan. but somehow he knows you escape and it turns into a game he enjoys playing.

warning: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, drugging, dark themes, mentions of murder, mentions of violence(via knife).

SCREAM VI WARNINGS AHEAD!!! also if you guys enjoy this would you like a part 2 or no? also I tried to make this quick so if it’s short it’s because of that, sorry!

You were sure he wasn’t that stupid. He couldn’t have left the door unlocked on accident. Either way you were taking your chances and bolted out the door.

You don’t exactly remember how long you’ve been in his grasp but what you know for sure is that you can’t stay any longer. he had constant mood swings and they frightened you. Hell, they terrified you.

You were in the middle of a forest as cliche as it was, and you were running as fast as you could. He had some killings to do. You knew he was Ghostface and you wished you could do something to stop him.

Now that you were free you could do something. But not for a while. Not until you were certain he couldn’t find you and chase you down. And you see the city and have some hope.

“Help! Someone help! You exclaimed. You were crying and your knees were bleeding. You somehow scraped yourself.

A woman immediately calls 911 and helps your bleeding knees. “Thank you, you say. “Of course, what happened to you? She asks.

“I… you begin, but then authorities show up a few minutes in so you couldn’t explain. “She’s that missing girl, The woman said.”Are you Y/n L/n?”

You look around and make sure that Ethan wasn’t looking. “Yes, that’s me, you tell the officer. “Your family has been looking for you for a long time, The officer said.

“But, we’re in New York and my family is in woodsboro, You say. “Apparently they moved here to look for you, An officer explained.

Wow, your family loved so you much they moved to New York to come and rescue you. You sniff as a blanket was wrapped around you.

By now you assumed Ethan was well aware that you were gone and escaped. And a part of you worried he would come and take you from your family.

Or worse, do something to your loved ones. You couldn’t let that happen. But you were quickly surrounded by your friends and family. “Y/n! Tara said, your best friend.”You’re okay!”

“How long was I gone? You ask shakily. Your mother frowns.”Almost a year, honey. We’re going to find your kidnapper. Can you give us any information?”

“How do you know I… you say.”nevermind it’s sort of obvious.” Sam then hugs you and then Chad. Of course not Ethan. Anika, may she rest in pease.

Mindy had hugged you first. Everyone missed you but that part of you wasn’t getting off guard yet and isn’t feeling safe. You know he’s going to find you and will do whatever it takes.

No matter what.

Suddenly your phone gets an anonymous message. Your heart sinks as you secretly read it, you’re well aware of who sent you the message.

I’m coming for you. I know you escaped, Y/N. And when I find you, you’re not going to ever escape again.

You knew he was furious. More so angry and extremely pissed. You were terrified of what he planned on doing to get you back. Not that you wanted to go back to him. Not ever. You missed your old life.

“Are you ready to go back to your home? M/n asked. “I’m ready, You say, though you had some nervousness in your voice which was understandable to everyone around you.

Several weeks went by and so far nothing. It was making you more and more paranoid. Then that night, it happened. Something happened.

On the news there had been a new murder only apparently the person who had been unfortunately the latest victim had your name carved onto her stomach.

Why? You had no idea and you only knew because Detective Bailey informed you so. And asked you to come in to the station. You agree. Only because you know this has something to do with Ethan.

Maybe, you could tell them he’s the killer. Then snitch his plans that he had told you so he could kill you. That would certainly put you out of your misery.

You arrive at that station. “Thank you for coming in, Miss L/n, Detective Bailey said. You nodded.”I want to help in any way possible.”

You sit down as he asked you questions. You had been innocent of course. You had no relations to the victim whatsoever besides the fact you both went to the same university.

Maybe that was why Ethan had targeted her. Just for being at the same school you were. Poor girl. This was a game he wanted to play. And you were forced to play it.

You held back any sob you were hoping to spill. You couldn't handle this. You hoped Escaping would make you feel life, but turns out, only made things worse for other people. You began believing you were selfish for escaping. Which is probably how he hopes you will feel.

"Hey, everything is going to be okay, Detective Bailey assures you. "I know, you sniff, you were lying to yourself. You wouldn't be free forever. He would somehow find you. Wherever he is.

Weeks turned into months. His game continued on. Murdering and gutting innocent people, somehow leaving you a message in each murder. But he would sometimes leave you notes in order to guilt you into coming back on your own free will.

Hey, at least he wasn't planning on kidnapping you again. Or so you thought. When you were alone and vulnerable, he pounced. You finished watching your show and decided on heading to bed.

That’s when someone came from behind you and wrapped their arms around your waist, placing a hand on your mouth to not scream. “Don’t scream, He says.

You nod and he lets go, his arms still wrapped around your waist tightly. “What do you want? You say softly, more so out of fear than anything.

“You, He replies, and something is stuck inside your neck before being pulled out. “What did you do? You ask, squirming from his grip. “Nothing much, He replies.

Then suddenly, you blacked out.

[yandereheathen]

Boss's Plaything [18+ Ateez Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader] Part 1.5

Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader Warnings:Warnings: Yandere dark themes!! NSFW Non-con, Mentions of hurting other people, violence towards Reader, jealousy, voyeurism. hair pulling Word count 1.2k

Numb. Hongjoong left you numb on his desk as he adjusted himself and smiled at you again, looking back. His hand traces on your inner thigh just once, appreciating his work.

"Join the party back when you have Cleaned yourself up."

Your heart breaks even more at those words. It hurts even more than the cuts and scraps on your back. You just whimper in response, a soft noise, jumping like a scared cat when the door closes behind him. 

You curl yourself up on the floor, sobbing, hugging your knees to your bare chest.

How could he do this? Had you done something wrong? Was this some sick punishment for a work mistake? Your head was smiling, thinking back to anything you might have done. You know it was to distract yourself from what just happened. You didn't want to, no, you couldn't think about it. Everything hurt so much. It was too painful. You didn't want to be here, let alone return to the party and face all those people.

You just wanted to disappear.

"...y/n.."

A soft voice calls out to you. You panic, pressing yourself to the desk. Scared that it was Hongjoong coming back to pull you to the party. You tried to cover yourself, looking up at Songhwa's remorseful eyes. You tried to hide in the solid desk, looking away, not wanting anyone to see you like this. He carefully sits down, placing his jacket over you in an attempt to cover your bruised, naked body.

You just whimpered in response, unable to find your voice.

"shhh, it is ok...it is ok.." He goes to pet your head but pulls back visions of the acts he was doing to himself when he watched you be raped, forcing a mix of sick pleasure and searing guilt in the pit of his stomach. He stands up, speaking softly.

"Go home. Take a warm shower. I will call you a car. Take the weekend off...and Y/N"

He bends down again, speaking low.

"Please trust me on this warning. He has eyes and hands everywhere. It is better for you to not call the police."

You threw your phone at your wall with a cry of rage. The cop's voice ringing in your ears.

"Miss, this is a police station. We don't take prank calls lightly."

After you were screaming clearly that you had been raped by your boss, it just fell on a dial tone. The 911 operator would even transfer you any more.

No one was calling you back or responding to you. San, Yosang, Yunho, no one was picking up or answering you. You woke up to your tired slashed the day after you called the police and your cards were zeroed out. All you had was the little cash you kept on hand. You felt an agonizing hand not only covering your eyes but also seemingly silencing your voice. Your whole life, you had work SO HARD FOR. Gone. Everything you knew was upheaved, and you didn't only have your hands tied behind your hand, but you were gagged and blinded as well.

On Sunday evening, you just didn't have any energy left. You hadn't eaten and barely slept. In what seemed like another world, you would be going through emails, maybe even with Hongjoong and Songhwa laughing and drinking a glass of wine.

It might have been only 3 days ago, but you felt like a new person. A retch of a used and broken woman compared to the happy, bubbly person you were before.

You didn't even know how to move forward. What would you do tomorrow? When you were expected to see. Him. You couldn't stand it. You just wanted to curl up and never wake up. Everything was gone.

"Y/N, look how cute you are snuggled up in those blankets. You look upset. Tell your new master what has his cute plaything so upset."

You jump, goosebumps rising on your nack, and you look back at your door. You didn't hear it unlock, and of course, he had a key.

HE stood as he always did, impeccably in a button-up shirt with roses imprinted and tight black pants with boots to match. Tainted glasses just barely showed his cold back eyes. He honestly looked like a demon who had come to collect your soul.

Frozen with fear, you must shake your head, not close your eyes, wishing this was just a bad dream.

"Awww, Baby girl. Devil got your tongue?"

He moved closer to you, trapping you to your couch and pulling your chin up to him. Making you open your teary eyes. 

He had missed you. It was hard not to take you back to his apartment with him after you both had made love. Even more so to not come storming into your house after he had gotten notices from the branches and police of your cries. You were so cute. Trying to escape him. Little did you know you had been nested into his clutches right from the day you met him/

He just cooed, grinning in your face, and then his eyes looked down and saw your bare neck. His eyes turn violent. Grabbing a fist full of your hair, yanking your head back, making your whimper turn into full-blown sobs as he screams at you.

"Where is it?! WHERE IS THE PROOF YOU BELONG TO ME"

You try pulling back and pushing him away, but he only gets angrier.

"I owen you Y/N. The sooner you learn that, the better. I built you from noting you would have been eaten up and spit out a long time ago if it wasn't for me. Without me, do you know what you are?"

He takes your head, slamming it on the window near your couch, cracking the glass, making your vision go fuzzy, and the ringing starts in your ears but not loud enough to hear what he says next.

"Nothing. You are nothing without me, Y/N."

"I own you. Your mind, your body, and spirit all belong to me."

He pins your arms behind your back. You just cry, begging him to stop telling him it hurts. You are sorry that you will listen if he is gentler.

He was cursing himself. He had not placed the cards right, and he knew it. He was usually so careful with everything, ready to take his time, and he just couldn't be with you any longer. Seeing you at his desk, in a tight dress, and his symbol around your neck. He has to have you. Now, he was paying the consequences. He didn't like being rough with you. However, he would have to if it was needed.

As you look up at him, pathetically, trying to pull on his mercy, he licks his lip, standing above you, running his finger on your lips.

"Let's get started with some new professional development. Shall we, my cute Y/N?"

He bites into his lip, drawing a little bit of blood, pleased at the image of his love dripping down, mixed with your tears and the slight blood from when he smashed your head.

"That's a pretty girl. Just wait until work tomorrow."

Author notes: ahhh Abit shorter I feel like a mini update I just wanted something in-between. Here we are :>

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DOCTOR WHO

Nine, Ten, Eleventh, Thirteen, Rose Tyler, Martha Jones, Jack Harkness, Donna Noble

RED, WHITE, & ROYAL BLUE

Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Bea

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Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter, Lily Evans, Pandora Lovegood, Regulus Black, Dorcas Meadows, Marlene McKinnon, Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Roiser, Alice Fortescue, Mary MacDonald, Narcissa Black

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[targaryenluvs]

AT FIRST SIGHT

PAIRINGS: Dark!Evan Buckley x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Never in his life would Buck have ever thought that he’d end up with the girl of his dreams. How she ended up with him doesn’t matter, right?

WARNINGS: Lovesick Buck, obsession, memory loss, kind of Stockholm syndrome, lying, gaslighting, fluff, kisses

a/n: this literally popped into my head after reading @mrsdarkandyandere7 fic on their firefighter so this is definitely inspired by it, go check it out! i know evan’s character isn’t like this but i just thought it’d be cool to explore maybe what could’ve happened if buck’s breakups and general trauma had taken a toll on him 👀

WORDCOUNT: 3.8K Words

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Buck was enjoying his day off when he first saw you, waving his way. He turned his head, expecting a friend of yours to be behind him but was thoroughly surprised when you approached him. “You’re a firefighter aren’t you? I saw you on the news.”

Buck smiled at the recognition and nodded along, “Yeah I am, how’d you know?” You laughed at his joke before smiling, “You did an amazing job there, just wanted to let you know. I know sometimes you don’t get the props you deserve so… just wanted to come over.” You looked gorgeous, and your smile was infectious. Buck had been lonely lately, feeling as if he’s behind everyone else.

Always wondering what would’ve happened if he never changed, at least he’d have girls around, right?

But then, he met you. And all of a sudden, he was glad he wasn’t the original Buck. The Buck who felt the incessant need to get into bed with almost every girl he wants. “I sadly have to get going, but it was nice meeting you.” Enraptured with your smile, he watched you walk away. As he smiled to himself he realised, “Wait! I didn’t—,” You’d entered your apartment already, and he didn’t know your name. But you had left your purse on accident.

He sighed deeply, settling back into the bench he was sat on as his hand tightened around his coffee cup. “Stupid Buck, should’ve asked her name straight away.” Whilst plotting about how he could find out your name, the smell of smoke invaded his senses.

Your building was on fire.

He sprung up straight away, his hands sliding all over his phone whilst calling 911.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

“23 Rayweo Drive, there’s a fire!”

“There’s already been multiple calls sir, units are on their way. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Uhh, Evan Buckley. I’m a firefighter!”

“Okay Evan, can you please—,”

All composure faded away the second he saw you at your window, arms waving frantically. “Help! The doors blocked!” The muffled voice coming through his phone was discarded as he made his way up the fire escape. The conjoining apartment had a balcony only about three to four metres from yours, Buck jumped across before grabbing the metal table on yours.

Your apartments glass door shattered as Buck made his way inside, the sirens were getting closer. “Hello? Where are you?” Buck held his arm infront of his face, searching the place for you. “In here!” Your apartment wasn’t fully engulfed yet, the kitchen and entrance were inescapable. But the rest only had small fires, yet to grow. Your bedroom door was untouched but had ceiling debris blocking you from leaving.

Buck went right into action, carelessly throwing the debris to the side before bracing himself, “Move away from the door!” You stood in the corner of the room as Buck pummelled through, ending up on the floor. You rushed over, “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” His coughs were rapid, “I’m— i’m okay, let’s get you out of here…” A soft smile came across your lips, “Y/n.” He smiled back, “Buck.” The two of you slowly made your way out, but you stopped and stared.

A painting of yourself and your best friends, hung on the wall. The frame was gold, and melting. Your first ever apartment, up in flames with some of the most precious memories and moments of your life. “Hey, I know it’s a bit of a shock but we need to go.” Buck turned around to look at you, and at the right moment since the ceiling caved in on you. “Wait!”

Your hand waved around trying to grasp something as you held your breath. Were you going to die? All you could feel was a throbbing pain in your head, you’d fallen head first. And as your eyes closed you felt two hand grasp your arm, attempting to pull you out. “Stay with me!” Buck pleaded.

You woke up as you were being lifted onto the stretcher, eyes adjusting to the brightness. “Where— what’s happening?” The paramedic to your right smiled, “Welcome back, can you tell me your name?”

“Y/n/n!” Buck rushed to your side as you smiled, “Buck.” His hands brushed away the hair from your face, “Yeah, I’m here. Right here baby.” You smiled as they lifted you into the ambulance. Buck looked up, “I’m riding with you guys Hen.” The girl, who you assumed to be Hen nodded. You held onto Bucks hand the entire ride, earning some stares from Hen and Chimney.

When they thought you were out, they started questioning him. “You know her don’t you?” He nodded, “I do.” You opened your eyes, as everyone’s attention fell back on you, “Hey there, how ya feeling?” Chimney asked as you smiled, “Good, heads hurting a lot though.” Hen nodded, “You did take a bit of a fall, it’s a given. Your vitals look normal, seems like it’s just a concussion and some smoke inhalation. A few nicks and bruises, you’ll be out in no time sweetheart.”

“She’s right, you’re gonna be okay. Is there anyone you’d like us to call?”

“My mom. Her number is…” Your eyebrows furrowed at your lapse of memory. “Her number is…” You tried again to no avail, “Oh my god, I can’t remember. Why can’t I remember?” Hens face drained, “Uhm, you may have hit your head harder than we thought. Is your phone on you?” You shook your head, “It broke when I fell.”

The ceiling was all of a sudden the most interesting thing in that ambulance. How the hell did you forget your own mother’s number? You tried your hardest to recall but it was hopeless. You tried your fathers, and nothing.

“Maybe a sibling? A boyfriend?”

“I don’t have siblings. No I do, a sister maybe? Or is it a brother? My boyfriend… I—,” Buck watched as you tried your hardest to remember things, and he hated it. He felt horrible, watching you struggle. He just wanted to shout at you that he was here, you didn’t need anybody else. He muttered under his breath, “I could be your boyfriend.” You turned your head, “You’re my boyfriend?” Hen and Chimney looked up at him, “You’re the man? Why haven’t you said anything?”

He was going to disagree, he really was. But with you looking up at him so hopefully he couldn’t help himself. “I didn’t want to confuse her, especially if she didn’t remember. That’s not wrong.. is it?”

You shook your head. “No, no it’s not. I’m just glad you’re here.”

The last few days had been a blur, sitting around or laying down. Nurses fluttering in and out with a million questions of ‘How are you feeling?’ or ‘Do you need anything else?’

Yes, to go home. You wish you could yell at them, but then again, you didn’t have a home. But through it all, you had your boyfriend. Who was nothing short of a gentleman. Always with a smile on his face, always asking how you were. And with him you just wanted to answer his questions.

“Discharge papers are all signed, you’re free to go sweetie.” The nurse beamed as you sighed, “Thank you so much. Have a nice day.” As she left you squealed before hugging Buck, “Whoa there, slow down sweetheart.” You rushed back, “I’m sorry, I’m just so ready to leave this place, and eat real food.”

Buck laughed at your growling stomach, “I promise to cook for you every night.” He pledged with a hand to his heart, “Oh shut up! Quick question, does this mean I’ll be staying with you? Until I find a new place and talk to my insurance company?” Buck frowned at the idea of you leaving him, “I know this might seem a bit quick but, what’s the point in you moving out? When you could just move in with me? I mean… you’d never have to worry about a fire with me.”

You grinned at him whilst picking up your purse and slinging it over your shoulder. “I already look like you since I’m wearing your clothes. You sure you want me 24/7?” He’d want you glued to him if he could. “Of course, I could never get sick of someone so pretty.” Buck flirted as your cheeks heated up, his hand traced your back sending tingles up your spine. He cupped your face and brought you closer.

Your lips were soft and sweet, the lip-balm you used was flavourful and he couldn’t get enough. His hand traced down your back, pulling you closer into him as you smiled into him, “Buck.” Your voice was muffled as he continued on, you put your hands on his chest and pushed back, “Stop, we’re in public.” You giggled as he threw his head back, “If anyone looks at you I’ll just punch em’.” You gasped, “Buck!”

He raised his arms, “What?” The two of you finished packing up before saying your goodbyes to the nurses that had taken care of you. “You never told me you had a jeep.” Buck laughed, “I was kind of hoping you’d remember, you love her.” You nodded at his words, “I can definitely see why I did, or do.” When you arrived at his place you were irrevocably in love.

“I love the exposed brick!” Buck set your purse down on the counter as you ran your hands along the walls before making your way to the couch. “And the couch is tucked away, it’s like a bit of privacy yknow?” Buck leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, “Well duh, you’re the one that helped me pick it.” He knew you hadn’t of course, but it was somehow easy for him to block her out and replace her with you.

“I did?” You looked his way as he walked over before standing in between your legs, “You loved this place a lot. So I got it as a surprise.” You smiled at him before pulling him down on top of you, “Why don’t we spend the rest of the day at home, and you tell me all about you and me?” He smiled at the sound of ‘home’, your home.

And that’s exactly what happened, the rest of the day he spent making up an ideal version of the two of you. Of how you met, how the two of you were yet to tell anyone since you really loved keeping it to the two of yourselves. And how he was always a ‘in the moment’ type person, explaining the lack of photos together. You then went out to buy yourself a new phone, and trade over the SIM card.

“Hey babe?” You called out to him as he cooked in the kitchen, “Yeah what’s up?” He glanced over his shoulder to you, “I can’t find you in my phone.” Buck breathed in, he forgot about that. “We… had a bit of a fight the day before. Pretty sure you blocked me or something, and since I’m petty, I did the same thing.” You stared at your phone in confusion, “I’ve never blocked someone, especially over something as simple as an argument.”

“Well, you have. Your brains a bit fuzzy babe, it’ll come back to you soon enough.” You glanced up at him, suspicion filling through you. “Alright, can I grab your phone and put my number in?” He nodded before pointing to the bed upstairs. You jogged upstairs before unplugging his phone. “My birthday.” You quickly filled in the password and were met with a million messages and calls.

Hen: Buckkkk, reply to us. Are you okay?

Cap 🔥: Buck, you need to call in if you’re not coming.

Maddie ❤️: YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND?

Eddie: There’s no way you have a girlfriend and just forgot to tell me.

Eddie: I’m coming over.

These guys must be his friends and coworkers. But you couldn’t help but wonder, had he seriously not told any of them that he has a girlfriend? Not even a hint? The last text from Eddie was only half an hour ago, which meant—

RING!

The doorbell rung out as you made your way downstairs, “Hey, no I’ll grab the— door.” Buck was late to it, as you swiftly opened the door to reveal, “Eddie!” He smiled, “Hey Buck, and you must be?” You grinned, “Y/n, but you can just call me Y/n/n. Please, come in!” You opened the door wider to reveal a kid, “And who’s this?” Eddie had his hand on the kids back, “Y/n, meet my son Christopher.” You kneeled infront of him before stretching out your hand, “Well hello there Chris, I’m Y/n and it is very nice to meet you.”

“Hello Y/n. Buck never told us he had a girlfriend.” You laughed at the comment as the two shuffled in before settling on the couch, “Well, if it’s any consolation, we hadn’t really told anyone yet. So technically you’re the first to officially meet me. None of my friends or family know about Buck yet.” Chris smiled, “What do you mean officially?”

“Well technically, everyone’s kind of met me already but I was rescued from a fire.” Eddies face dropped, “Oh my god, I completely forgot to ask, are you doing okay? It must’ve have been hard to recover.” You appreciated his empathy, “Yeah, it was a bit difficult at first but I was in the hospital. I mean, it was my first apartment and it went up in flames, it’s pretty hard to just get over it. But Buck has been an absolute angel, I’m really lucky to have him with me. I’ve been having memory issues, to the point where I wake up and forget where I am,”

“Oh god, have you been put on any medication?” You nodded, “I have, and it’s been helping. I think with the days my memory will come back. I mean I didn’t even remember Buck and I were together in the ambulance.” You laughed as you looked over at Buck, he chuckled at the joke whilst Eddies eyes flicked between the two of you before laughing dryly.

“Dinners ready!” Buck shouted out, the conversation was getting a bit too much for his liking. The four of you stuck to light topics at the dinner table on account of Christopher as well as you. And it was super enjoyable for you, Eddie is an amazing father and you could see how close Buck was with him and Chris.

“Well I think it’s time for this one to go to bed.” Eddie rose up before collecting the plates, “Hey no, you’re a guest, you don’t have to clean up.” You spoke as you grabbed the plates from him, “No no, you should be resting Y/n/n.” You both made your way around, “Okay we can both do them. You wash, I dry.” Buck sat on the couch with Chris playing video games, whilst simultaneously trying to eavesdrop.

“It’s way too late for the two of you to be driving home no? I’m sure you could stay. Me and Chris upstairs and the men on the floor seems just right,” Eddie threw his head back laughing, “Ohh, I see how it is!” You bumped his side and he bumped right back.

If all of Bucks friends were this great, he would’ve had to be one of the luckiest people around.

Chris and Eddie did end up staying the night, but the two men couldn’t sleep. So Eddie and Buck ended up having a few late night drinks, “So, Y/n. She’s absolutely incredible. So I have zero clue how you ended up with her.” Buck shoved his arm, “Hey I am a catch.”

“That I’d throw right back out.” Eddie joked as Buck rolled his eyes, “But you never told us anything about her, and I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit disappointed. We usually talk about everything Buck. And I know you well enough to know when you’re talking to someone.” Buck sighed, “It’s… complicated.”

And the weight of his secret was bound to come crashing down at some point, right?

Eddie stood with his head in his hands trying to understand everything his best friend had tried to tell him. “So you kidnapped her?” Buck immediately turned to him, “What? No! We were in the ambulance and she assumed I was her boyfriend, and god if you’d seen the look on her face you’d understand why I said yes. She was all alone, her apartment was burned down and her phone was broken. Maybe if it was some random person I wouldn’t have said yes, but I’d talked to her before. I knew she didn’t deserve anything that was happening to her. And she wouldn’t have a place to go if she couldn’t even remember her friends or a phone number.”

“So you took her in, to be a nice person? Were you going to kick her out when she remembered? What if she calls the cops?” Eddies head had about a million scenarios rushing through right now, “Eddie, please. You know me, I’m not a bad guy. If she starts to remember then I’ll tell her. But, we’ve gotten along so well these past few days, like you said she’s incredible.”

“Oh god, don’t tell me you fell in love with her.”

“Well…” Buck scratched the back of his neck as Eddie groaned, “Buck are you serious?” Eddie screeched, “Shh! Do you want to wake her up? Look, if she realises then I’ll explain everything I promise. But it’s not like I’m holding her hostage. I’m just trying to give her a place to call home before she gets back out there.”

“Buck, she calls you ‘babe’, and you do too. You have a million nicknames for her. Every time you get the opportunity you kiss her. It’s wrong, she has no clue what’s happening here.” Eddie tried to rationalise with him but it was no use. Buck sighed, “I know, it’s just— I know her. I met her before the fire and she was so nice, I was going to ask her out but then this all happened. And it’s not like she doesn’t like me either, is it really so wrong?”

“I guess not, but you need to tell her. If she really likes you, then I guess she’ll give you another chance to actually take her out.” Buck rushed forwards and hugged him, “You think she’ll give me another chance? Thank you Eddie!” Eddie scoffed, “You really like her huh?” Buck couldn’t help but look back up at you, “I do.”

Your eyes were wide open, adjusted to the dark. Eddie and Bucks conversation was playing over and over in your head, he lied to you. But again he wanted to keep you safe, would you be homeless right now if it weren’t for him? Or would you have found a friend?

The good and bad parts of the situation were equal in your eyes. He’d been lying to you, kissing you and treating you as if you were his girlfriend. Taking advantage of your state of mind, but you’d met before, and he was going to ask you out. And if he had, you knew what your answer would have been.

Yes.

And it wasn’t as if he was dangerous, or at least you hoped not. Tiredness came over you, the last thing you remember hearing being the sound of Bucks voice wishing you sweet dreams.

By the time you woke up Eddie and Chris were long gone, Buck was busy cooking up breakfast. “There you are sleepyhead.” His smile was always bright when directed at you, and with the morning glow you could only see the good. “Buck, we need to talk.”

Who knew five words could strike such fear?

And you sat infront of him, “I know. I know about the fire, and the fact that you aren’t my boyfriend. And hey—,” Buck didn’t waste a second apologising, “I’m so so sorry I knew I should’ve told you straight away. But when you said I was I went along with it and that was stupid. But I didn’t want you to be alone and if you want to go I will—,” Your laugh stopped him in his tracks, “It’s okay Buck. I’m not mad, well I am a little since you’ve been kissing up on me every chance you get but… you’re just a bit dumb in how you went about it.”

Buck smiled as he set out breakfast for the both of you, “Now how about this. We finish up breakfast and then you take me out on a proper date where we get to make all of our firsts for real. I really do like you Buck, your heart was in the right place, execution? Not so much.”

And the rest of the morning you spent laughing at Buck and his love sickness. “You know you’re kind of obsessed with me, it’s a bit creepy.” Bucks face immediately drained, he stared at your back as you washed the dishes. “But my heart was in the right place right?” He sounded desperate with the sentence, “Sure.”

You liked Buck, there was no denying it, but you couldn’t shake the feeling of weirdness.

As the two of you continued getting to know eachother Bucks happiness sky rocketed. And everyone could tell, “If you smile any longer we’ll need to tattoo it onto your face Buck.” Bobby joked as everyone teased Buck, “I am in a happy, loving relationship. Be proud of me.” Eddie couldn’t help himself, “Does she know that?”

The whole table burst out laughing as Buck groaned, “She has her memory back can we please not joke about it.” Hen pointed at him with her fork, “Trust me, we’re not laughing at her, we’re laughing at you Lover Boy!” The footsteps coming up the stairs were drowned out by the sea of laughter, “If Shakespeare was alive you’d for sure be an inspiration Buck.” Chimney spoke from the kitchen.

“Wonder what he’d name it.” Your voice caused the five of them to turn your way, “Y/n!” Eddie shouted as you engulfed him in a tight hug. “If I squeeze too hard you’ll forget my name,” He joked as you punched his abdomen, “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“There’s the famous Mrs Buckley.” Bobby smiled as you made your way over to him, “Cap!” He opened his arms up to you as Buck grinned, his team finally meeting you made him feel happy. “Great to finally meet you, but I feel like we already know you.” He spoke as he pulled out a chair for you. “He’s right, Lover Boy never shuts about you.” Chimney teased as you kissed Bucks cheek.

“Well aren’t you sweet? We all know how lovesick he is I presume?” The team laughed as Buck rolled his eyes, “Yeah, yeah let’s get the jokes out the way.” You smiled before holding onto his hand.

Buck downplayed just how much he loved his team, they were like a family, and now you were apart of it too. Buck was grateful to be in it, especially with you being the new addition. But every once in a while he couldn’t help but remember how he got you.

Love At First Sight.

[professional-yearner]

ACE

Yandere male x F! Autistic! Reader

TW: taking advantage of nievety and loneliness, murder, family disfunction, people around you believing an abuser over you, rich people, sociopathic and narcissistic behavior, pretending to be someone's friend, taking advantage of the systems you were born into, gut feelings, non-con touching, boners, self isolation due to an abuser, abuser coming back into your life forcibly, manipulation of friends and family, General manipulation, predatory behavior, and break-ins.

General information

Born the middle brother to a family worth millions, having the face if a model, and standing at a good 6'8, Ace is more than savvy in the ways of interpersonal relations.

(He's socially gifted)

Does he actually like any of the people he surrounds himself with? It's up for debate, but ask any of them and he's the best guy you'll ever have the privilege of meeting.

His home life is and was…complicated.

His mother was sweet as pie, if not a bit ditzy, but that's exactly how his father liked it. She was his sweet little trophy wife, content to spend his money and occasionally watch the boys while not asking too much else of him.

His father was near the opposite.

Charming and easygoing to all who met him, Ace's father behind closed doors was a different story.

The man ruled their household with a cold and uncaring grip, but took Ace especially under his wing. 

He taught his middle child how to talk his way out of any situation, to carry himself in a way that made people comfortable.

That was, until he got sick

During the final months of his life and when Ace had turned sixteen, Mr. Landry took only his middle son on a hunting trip into the mountains (on their private land of course)

It all seemed normal to a young Ace, boring even, but he withstood it as always.

Until the last day, when his father ushered him further into the brush, the boy commenting that they were getting close to another family's range when the older man hoisted his rifle, seeming to lock onto his target with a steely precision Ace had never seen.

When the shot fired, he heard the thump that was usual for a fallen deer, but something was… different.

Pushing back the brush, he was stunned to see a man lying face down in the foliage, completely still.

He looked back to his father, who gave him the most honest smile he had ever seen on the old man.

Nothing ever came of it, nobody ever came forward about it, nobody seemed to care what his father had done.

It had been his final lesson, one that Ace took in stride

Only weeks later, after their father's passing, the eldest, Sam, became the head of the house, their mother too distraught over the loss of her the man her life had revolved around for years to do anything but dote on her sons in the way she had been taught

Ace didn't mind too much, he focussed on school and his "friends" until the time he went off to college, finding that much more his speed

College fraternity was a popularity contest, one that he won with close to no effort.

A couple of years into college, he took an interest in nascar

He had always had an interest in sports cars, his first car had been a Porsche 911, and he had recently taken to drag racing his friends, so it was a sort of natural progression.

It was casual at first, but over time and with much enthusiastic encouragement from his buddies, he really started to consider it as a career.

Some expensive schooling and a few entry level races later, he had finally gotten scouted.

After his first discovery, the mix of his seemingly magnetic personality and genuine talent won him sponsor after sponsor until he was racing on live television.

Romantic headcannons + snippet

When Ace met you, he definitely didn't know what to make of you. 

Your eye contact was measured, as if you were counting when to look away and look back. You were pretty, of course, but had some of the strangest interests. And strangest of all, you didn't seem to want anything from him.

Or even really want to be around him.

You didn't look to be uncomfortable with him, but you also didn't go out of your way to find where he was or seek him out to talk again like many of his acquaintances did.

Everyone he's ever known has wanted something from him, so what makes you so special? 

It eats at him to the point he starts seeking you out, eventually befriending you through faking interest in your hobbies and just being his usual charming self.

He ensures that everyone around you loves him too, sweet talking his way into the hearts of your parents, friends, and even coworkers

He's sure that if he digs enough, he'll find exactly what your after

He asks probing questions that are made to sound casual, but they still strike you as strange. 

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?"

"Why do you like (insert interest)?"

"What do you think is my best feature?"

You answer as you usually would, straightforwardly, but at the same time, it almost puts you on edge the way he asks these seemingly innocent questions.

Looking deep into your eyes, a good distance away but so intimately it feels like he's too close for comfort.

You like Ace, you're thankful for such a good friend, but he makes you… nervous.

He doesn't even notice as he begins to lose interest in studying you, as he starts to actually listen to your ramblings, as he starts to become touchier with you, starts to move closer every time you're together.

He can reconcile his attraction to you. Again, you're pretty enough, with an above average body, lovely hair, pretty expressive eyes, kissable lips… nice grabbable hips-

Anyways

He goes for it, one day, putting a hand on your thigh while he's driving the two of you somewhere, pulling over and going in for a kiss and expecting you to lean into him

But you don't 

Instead, you pull your leg away quickly, panicked when you see him coming closer

You are attracted to him, somewhat, but this feels… off.

Confused, he tries again, but this time you push him away, telling him to stop, you don't want to.

He laughs it off at the time, apologizing, but inside he's fuming.

Do you know how rare it is that he go after someone?! And you just threw it back in his face with that stupid adorable pout he's found himself thinking about more and more.

He'll have you. He'll have you running back to him.

It takes you a while to warm up to him again, but he's persistent and measured with his attempts to reconnect once he's gathered himself. 

Soon, you're back to hanging out on a regular basis

But he's different. 

He's still as physically affectionate as ever, but his touches are lingering, like he's trying to get the most out of each passing gesture that he possibly can. He's taken to pulling you onto his lap, pretending not to notice when you try to get up, panicked when you feel him… pressing into you.

He really doesn't seem to like your other friends, he just ignored them before, but now he actively talks down on them, scowling when you bring them up in conversation

And most of all, he stares. Openly. You can always catch him out of the corner of your eye, just gazing at you in a way that makes you feel like you're on the menu.

You try not to notice, Ace is the first friend in a long time that has wanted to spend this much time with you and you do genuinely care for him, but every time he comes around you start to feel sick to your stomach.

No one around you will hear it when you come to them with your plight

"You should feel lucky to have a man like that in your life! If he were my friend I would show some appreciation!"

"Oh, honey, I dont think it's anything like that, I know Ace, he's a good man."

"Have you considered that he might like you? He's a good man, I know you're a little awkward around dating but you should really give him a chance!"

You're so fucking tired of hearing how good a man Ace is.

You try to distance yourself, not replying to his texts or phone calls, especially not the ones offering to hang out.

You hope he'll get busy with work, get a girlfriend, a pet, anything that will keep him and that sick feeling he brings with him away from you.

He reaches out to the people surrounding you for support and you're bombarded with angry and concerned messages from the people you thought you could trust to be on your side.

So you ignore them too, completely isolating yourself 

It works, and you almost feel peace for the first time in months, turning off the TV every time he comes on promoting something and reflecting back on how unhealthy the friendship was. It works for a month.

A month of no connection outside of work. No friends. Nothing outside of going to work, coming home, and going out alone.

Until, on one chilly autumn afternoon, he shows up in front of your apartment.

You called your land lady, frantically asking how he could have gotten past the doors to the complex without a key, heart dropping when she answered sunnily how he had explained that he was your boyfriend, how you had been isolating yourself recently and how he was there to check up on you.

You tried to explain, ignoring his demands to be let in and the banging from the other side of the door, that he was not your boyfriend and that you didn't want him anywhere near you, but she stopped you, 

"Your boyfriend really cares about you, miss (l/n). Self isolating won't fix whatever you're going through. It's obvious he wants to help you, you're lucky he's such a good man."

You hung up, dropping your phone on the carpet as he finally got through, walking in with a couple of your concerned neighbors crowded in the doorway.

He looked down at you, giving you a positively chilling smile, "Sweetheart, I'm so glad you're okay, you had us all so worried!"

He embraced you tightly before you could back away, too tightly. He was angry, but he couldn't show that in front of them. You broke down into sobs, burying your face in the rough material of his jacket, and his grip loosened ever so slightly.

"There we go." He grumbled, sounding almost relieved as a chorus of 'Aww's and happy sighs sounded from the crowd, "There's a good girl."

You found yourself hugging him back, seeking any sort of comfort as he stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

He turned slightly, not letting go of you, "We're all good here folks, thanks for your help, again."

There was some light chatter before they moved on, going back to their apartments.

Ace took your face in his hands firmly, fixing you with a stern expression, "Now, was all that really necessary?"

You shook your head, empty. 

He'd done it, he'd broken you. 

And you had helped him.

You had pushed everyone else out of your life in fear of him and now the comfort and familiarity of his touch seemed like the only thing that could save you.

"You can have it all back." He whispered, face coming closer to yours, "Your family, your friends, your life,"

He smiled, the most genuinely you had ever seen him, "And me."

You hesitated, but nodded slightly, squeaking when he pressed his lips to yours in what felt like a split second, deepening the kiss almost instantly and sending both a pang of fear and a bolt of arousal down your spine at the same time.

To your surprise, after a minute, he pulled away. 

"That can wait, honey. It's time to bring you home, now." He chuckled, hoisting you up into his arms.

You watched from the passenger door as your home got smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror, something in you finally giving up and withering away as you slumped against the expensive leather seat.

He reached over, placing a familiar hand on your thigh, a grin tugging at his handsome features when you made no effort to move away from his touch.

"I love you, (Y/n)."

And with a nauseous ache taking hold in your stomach, you knew he meant it.

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Werewolf (Secretly) Walking You Home...

[Yandere! Werewolf x GN Reader]

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You had gotten in trouble at school since one of your teachers accused you of cheating on a test (which you did, but still). As punishment, you were forced to stay after school and sweep/mop the entire upper floor.

You finished around 7:45 PM.

Hell no, you weren't going to call your parents for a ride and let them know you'd gotten in trouble. Hence, you decided to walk home in the dark.

The streetlights were on, but they were old so the yellowed light was already flickering and making it near impossible to see. The streets were already empty of people and cars, making it eerily vacant.

The voice in your head told you not to put in your airpods so that you could hear it if someone decided to sneak up on you. You shoved your hands in your pockets, your phone clenched tightly in your hand so that you could dial 911 in a moment's notice.

You could trim thirty minutes off your walk if you cut through a little section in the nearby woods...

"Um," you verbally hesitate, shivering slightly as you stare up at the dark woods that loom threateningly in front of you. It's late and you want to get home, but you were born with a sliver of self-preservation.

Still, it was late and you really wanted to get home as soon as possible.

"Damn it," you mutter to yourself and stomp towards the trail that dissects the forest.

The moonlight trickles down through the tops of the trees, barely illuminating your way. It's dark and cold, and you shiver as you pick up your pace, eager to get out of the woods quickly. Your heart is racing in your chest and a cold sweat breaks out on your forehead. Even the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stick straight up as fear courses through your veins.

SNAP!

You freeze at the sound of a twig breaking behind you... close behind you.

Your breath is caught in your throat.

Your limbs go numb.

Your eyes frantically dart around the forest but you can't see anything.

"Grrrr..."

"Fuck this shit!" you cry as you sprint as fast as you can. Your brain can barely register anything happening as all of your nerves scream at your legs to keep moving.

You swear that footsteps thud out behind you, but you're too terrified to look.

Eventually you made it out of the forest and didn't even slow your pace until you made it to your house. You hurried inside and did the lock and bolt behind you, nearly collapsing against the door in your exhaustion.

As you struggle to catch your breath, you can hear a wolf's howl echo out.

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Daddy wasn't happy that his pup (his loveydovey petname for You) had gotten in trouble at school. He makes a mental note to punish you later.

He's mainly mad because that means he has to wait to see you.

You walk to and from school everyday. You leave your house at 7:00 AM promptly, and walk home at 3:00 PM. And each time, Daddy makes sure that he's free to walk you to and from school.

What kind of Daddy would he be if he didn't make sure his pup was safe at all times?

You got out of school late, but rest assured that Daddy was diligently waiting for you in the shadows. He was tired, but he was also concerned that you might not get enough sleep for school tomorrow-- he'll have a "chat" with the teacher who kept you late.

Daddy keeps a safe distance between you two so that he can keep an eye on you, and you won't get scared of a the big hulking werewolf who's following your every movement.

Daddy loves you but he hasn't figured out how to tell you that you're his yet. So he bides his time.

He's happy with watching... for now.

He chuckles as he watches you hesitate on whether to take the long way that stays closer to the suburbs, or to take the shortcut through the woods. You decide on the woods, and Daddy puffs out his chest as he follows behind you, ready to protect you.

The smell of your fear permeates his senses and your frightened heartbeat assaults his ears. Before he knows it, his instincts take over and he dangerously closes the space between you two.

He can reach out his big, clawed hand and grab a tight hold of your hand and let you know that it's okay-- that Daddy's here. He wants to wrap both of his big arms around you and yank you into his chest so that he can give you some cuddles and make you feel better.

He gets closer and-- SNAP!

The both of you freeze in tandem as he accidentally steps on a twig.

OhShitOhShitOhShit!

Your fear spikes, and Daddy can't help but growl in response. Not at you, no, he could never growl at you that way. He's mad at himself because his pup is scared and it's all his fault.

You take off running, and his lupine instincts yell at him to chase.

Silly Pup, werewolves love to chase. And Daddy loves to chase you.

He follows behind you on all fours. You don't run that fast and if he wanted to (which he definitely does, but he knows that now isn't the right time), he could easily catch you and drag you back to his den.

Still, he lets you go home and only stops following behind when he hears the sounds of your lock and bolt.

Daddy lets out a reassuring howl, letting you know that he loves you and he'll see you tomorrow.

It's a promise.

[forggywrites]

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[quolafish]

Place to Stay (Yandere!Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: violence, injuries, shigaraki is baaaaad, fighting, blood, cursing

Previous Part 2 / ? PART 3

The man stared at your vase. Your dad had loved making vases, and for your 20th birthday, he had gotten it signed by the number one hero All Might for you. Your role model, after your father of course. The stranger stared at it with a burning stare, ironically making you shiver, before passing out.

You were afraid to move him. You weren’t confident in your healing abilities at all, so you stayed still and stiff as a board when his head fell into your chest with so more force you fell backwards with him.

He groaned softly, his red eyes looked bleary. The man’s face was bloody, beaten, and bruised. You reached out with your healing touch, but his glassy eyes dipped to a close, before his face was obscured by your breasts and he let out a gentle sigh. You called out to him. If it weren’t for his quiet breaths, you’d consider him dead. Maybe your healing abilities were better than you thought… you didn’t think your quirk had some kind of calming effect.

Yes, you were afraid to move him. Despite his thin frame, he was tall and lanky, and his weight pinned you the ground of your room. So you couldn’t, regardless.

Sighing softly, you were stuck with this man on top of of you. For a few moments, you simply stared at the ceiling, not really sure what to do. All you could do was think. He had refused the hospital when you called 911, and despite the large stomach wound you magically patched up, his clothes were torn and bloody and sticky. He smelled like iron, and his greasy, sweaty hair stuck to your jaw and neck.

His breathing was gentle, and soft. Nothing like before. This man headbanged on your window, staining the glass with his bloody, five-fingered handprints. He was also sick all over your floor. In this moment, he seemed peaceful, and his breathing slew all the more when you gently ran his fingers through his knotted hair. You massaged at his scalp lightly. He shuddered.

Oh… was he awake?

He lifted his head up from your chest with a groan, showing you that poor, broken face. Blood dripped from underneath his shaggy, pale blue bangs. He looked pale. Sickly pale. You gently slipped your fingers underneath his bangs, and his relaxed sigh was your relief that your power was working.

“Are you okay?” You whispered to him. Gently.

He looked at you. He blinked. Twice. In a second, he tore away from your touch and grabbed your wrist in a crushing grip. All five-fingers curled around your skin. You gasped, whimpering out. He was on top of you in a different way, like a beast, like an angry predator pinning down his prey.

His eyes went wide. His grip loosened, then it tightened and you screamed out. He cursed, it was hissed and rough and the word fuck rang in your ears.

“My quirk..!” He gasped out, like his heart was just ripped out of his body. You were quirk, and you jammed your foot against his stomach, lugging a sick cough from his throat as his back hit the hard, wood of your floor. You jumped on him, sitting on his stomach, and he groaned and looked at you with crazed, bloodshot eyes.

“Hey! You better behave!” You snapped at him. “I saved you!”

“Gah…! You shoulda let me die! That bastard… that bastard stole my QUIRK!” He yelled, all spit and rage. You furrowed your brows at him, pursing your lips. Your body trembled despite you having the upper hand right now, and despite your quirks only healing ability, you held your hand out to him like a weapon.

“Don’t make me…” you started.

“What?” He sneered. “Heal me again?!”

“Maybe I will, it seems to calm you down!” You said, threateningly. He bursted into laughter, a ratchet, cruel sound making your ears the chalkboard the sound scratched upon.

“Oh yeah, cause that’s so damn scary. I’m gonna shit myself! Do it, you blasted hero!”

Your hand glowed a gentle yellow. He cursed a hero like the world meant villain… who was this guy?!

“Tch, idiot.”

He threw you off him. For a man of his stature, he was stronger than he looked. You scrambled to your feet, as he stalked you like prey. His red eyes shone in the darkness of your room, so cruel the moonlight streaming into the room barely touch them. You stepped back until your back hit a table, a glass vase shattering to the ground. You looked down and you could see the reflection of his feet walking closer to you, the image multiplied in the shimmering shards.

He slammed his hands against the wall your back was pressed against. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look into his horrible eyes.

“This is a trap,” he whispered lowly. He may not have a quirk, but he was physically stronger. And your quirk only could make him stronger.

You saw a glint of light in his hand, moonlight reflected off the glass shard he held near your face. That particular shard had a bit of the signature written on it, a cursive black ink reading All Might…

Maybe this man didn’t like the number one hero.

“Blasted heroes…”

[angelyuji]

for you ;)

billy loomis x stu macher x (she/her) reader

CW: yandere/toxic relationship, murder, blood, nonconsensual kissing, so much kissing, swearing, slight stalking

dead bodies were everywhere, gale weather’s corpse lay atop randy’s and you hold back a scream. you sprinted in, fearing the worst. you turned into the kitchen and almost collapsed, sidney’s dead body strewn across the kitchen floor, a broken camera next to her. her father lay near her, bullet hole in his head, gun next to his hand. slow rasping sounded from near you.

“y/n?” you jump up and see stu looking up at you, weakly.

“stu! oh my god, stu. fuck. oh my god.” you grab the phone and dial 911, praying they come fast. you grab the nearest towel and press it against stu’s wounds.

“y/n… billy,” stu coughs, blood splatters, “billy, he’s near by. you- you gotta check-” you quickly shush him and let tears fall faster.

“i- i know. i will, i- i just have to make sure that your wound stops bleeding.” you choke out. he grabs your hand, taking the towel and pressing against his wound. he nods towards mr. prescott’s body. the operator calls for you and you rush back to the phone.

“the police will be there soon, leave me on the line. okay, miss?” you sob out a yes and leave the phone on the kitchen counter. you step over sidney’s dad’s body and see billy lying in his blood.

“fuck, no, billy!” you kneel at his side, quickly. you shake him.

“please, please wake up.” your head pounds as the stench of blood catches up to you. footsteps thunder as the ambulance arrives. billy’s eyelids flutter.

“y/n?” billy chokes out as blood dribbles out of hid mouth. you gasp, but you’re quickly moved out of the way.

“we’re gonna take over now, miss.” you try to stand, but your knees buckle. one of the paramedics catch you before you hit the ground.

“they’ll be okay, miss. dont worry.” the paramedic holding you tries to reassure you as billy and stu get lifted out into the vehicles. you cry out, realizing that they are the only ones to survive.

next thing you knew, you were in the hospital. waiting at their bedsides. you switched between the two rooms every hour, and you watch as their parents get harassed by reporters. it only took a couple days before stu woke up.

“y/n?” stu rasped, his voice almost gone.

“oh god, stu.” you jump up from your seat and push the call button. he laughs weakly at your antics.

“hey there, babe. what’d i miss?” he smiles widely before flinching in pain. you feel tears forming.

“god, what’d you miss? oh i don’t know, all our fucking friends getting brutally murdered and by god’s grace, you and billy survive! fuck, stu, are you okay?” you stop yourself from shaking the man.

he tries to sit up, but you stop him. “billy’s okay?” he looks relieved. you nod before pulling him into a hug.

“i thought you were dead.” you whisper, choked up. stu smiles into your neck.

“i’d never leave you and billy, baby.” his throat seemed to have cleared up, but he grabs the glass of water next to him to take a sip.

“i know, but that bastard killer could’ve-” stu shushes you with his finger, wincing. you try to stop him from moving, but he swats your hand away.

“listen, me and billy would’ve been fine, alright? no killer can take us down.” stu smiles and you see his eyes flicker down to your lips. you pull away, quickly.

“rest, okay? i need to go check on billy.” stu perks up at billy’s mention, but u shake your head. “not yet, stu.” you back away from stu, but pause at the door, “the police will come by for your statement soon. i just wanted to let you know.” you leave. all you could think about was stu’s eyes drifting to your lips.

“stop, y/n. dont do this again.” you tell yourself as you move to open billy’s door.

“don’t do what, exactly?” billy’s voice filters in. your eyes go wide.

“billy!” you slam the door shut and pull the man into a hug. he chuckles and pulls you closer. the glass on the nightstand rattles. “stu’s woken up too! i need to-”

“wait, just hold me a little while longer.” he mumbles into your neck. you nod your head, and he relaxes. when you let go, he frowns and lies back.

“im going to go home, while the police are here.” you say as you readjust billy’s blanket.

“the police?”

“yeah, they need to take your statement about what happened at the party to close the case.” you look away.

“right… you okay?” his hand reaches out and turns your face to look at him.

“i… i can’t believe sidney’s dad would do this. i lost my best friends, billy.” you hold back tears at sidney’s name. you lost 2 of your best friends that night, and almost lost the other 2.

“i know, but you still have me and stu. so don’t cry.” you look into billy’s eyes, but see nothing. you step away when you hear a knock at the door.

“glad to see your awake, mr. loomis. i’ll make this quick.” billy lets go of your face and you walk out of the room.

you lean against his door and feel a sob build up. you rush out the doors, sprinting to your car.

you had stayed home from the party per your parents’ request. so when you got the call from sidney, you had expected her to be asking for a ride.

“y/n, listen, something bad is happening and i need you to stay away. billy and stu-” you hear a crash, “fuck. shit. fuck.” you hear her sob.

“sidney? what’s going on? what’s happening at the party?” you grab your keys, “i’m on the way, dont worry.”

“NO! DONT-” the phone goes dead and you drop it as you sprint out the door.

the water flows down your back to the drain and you feel your stress flowing away with it. almost all your friends are dead, except for two. except for two. except… for… two…

“fuck.” you choke out as everything sets in. you feel yourself drop to the floor. water pounds on your head and you feel like you’re drowning. you feel your nails clawing into your skin as you try to find something to ground you.

“s-stop fucking crying, you i-idiot.” you reprimand yourself, choking, “billy and stu need you. t-they watched as everyone got k-killed.” you sob harder, but force yourself to get up as tears stream down your cheeks.

“we broke up.” you stare at billy’s and stu’s hands clasped together. you look at him, dumbly.

“i- um, you and sidney… i’m guessing?” you tear your eyes away from their hands. stu laughs and grins as billy nods. you stare behind them and see tatum and sidney walking towards them. “um, tatum looks pissed, by the way. if this was a cartoon, there would be fire coming from tatum’s every step.” you hold back a giggle, and billy rolls his eyes with a smile.

“we better start running then. we’ll talk to you later, princess.” billy and stu pull you in. billy leaves a small kiss on your neck and stu presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. you freeze and stu laughs as they leave you there, dumbfounded.

“Y/N! COME HERE, GIRL CODE SAYS DONT FUCKING TALK TO YOUR BFF’S EXES.” tatum screams, and you watch as they both come over to you. sidney’s eyes look a deep red, and tatum seemed to match. “those assholes lead us on, babe. you can’t talk to them anymore.” tatum fumed, but you could tell that she was hurt.

“tatum… they’re still my friends-” sidney lets out a raspy breathe and you pull her into a hug. she cries into your shoulder.

“now, who am i going to take to prom, y/n?” tatum pouts and you pull her into a hug.

“you know, you and sidney could just date.” you joke.

“oh my gosh, that’s brilliant! sid, you gotta let me take you out.” tatum’s eyes brighten for the first time today and sidney lets go of you.

“sure,” she lets herself get pulled into a hug with tatum and tatum wiggles her eyebrows at you. you laugh.

“you wanna be our gf too, y/n?” tatum snakes an arm around your waist and soon, you and sidney are held by the waist by tatum. all three of you are giggling as you go to class.

you blink and realize you had gotten to the hospital, holding a plate of brownies. you feel like a corpse as you walk over to stu’s room. as you walked over, you see his door is slightly open. you hear murmurs from his room. you paused in front of the door and leaned in to eavesdrop.

“we can’t tell her? but, we did all this for her.” you hear stu whine.

“she won’t get it, stu. we have to wait until we’re out.” you hear billy reply.

“i think she’ll get it, billy. you just don’t have faith in our angel.” you hear stu turn away.

“stu, babe, we killed her slut friends. she won’t get that they were trying to take her away from them.” billy coos at stu.

“exactly, we had to.” you hear blankets moving, but your head buzzes. you’ve stopped listening.

billy and stu killed everyone. billy and stu are ghostface.

“oh my god,” you feel your plate slip from your fingers. the plate shatters the moment it hits the ground. billy opens the door at the sound.

“princess, what happened?” billy’s hands grabs yours. he moved you inside, carefully maneuvering you around the broken plate. you hear stu call for the nurse about the mess, but everything feels like white noise.

“oh, baby, are you okay?” stu’s up and pulling you into a tight hug. you stay frozen. you can feel billy’s stare burning into you, so you hug stu back stiffly.

“i- uh, i tripped and dropped my brownies. that’s all.” you shrug and move away from stu, trying to create some distance from your frien- from the murderers.

“oh, princess,” billy steps behind you, blocking your exit, “how much did you hear?”

“what? you heard?” stu looked at you, pouting. “it was supposed to be a surprise, babe!”

“a surprise? A SURPRISE? YOU KIL-” billy slaps a hand onto your mouth, silencing you.

“shut up, y/n. don’t be so loud.” he grinds his teeth and leans in close.

“are you going to kill me too?“ you feel frozen as billy rests his hands on your hips. stu comes closer with a face of absolute concern.

“kill you? oh, babe, we would never hurt you.” stu grins wide.

you scoff, “you don’t expect me to believe that, do you?” stu rests a hand on your face. you feel like you’re suffocating, your face feels hot and you realize you’ve been crying. stu coos, unsuccessfully smothering a grin. he wipes your tear away with a thumb.

“you don’t have to believe us, babe, but we love you.” stu presses a kiss to your lips. you try to move away, but billy digs his fingers into your hips. wincing, you let stu kiss you.

“once we get discharged, we’re going to be together. forever.” stu says with a growing smile. billy tucks his head into your shoulder and stu grins. the usually comforting grin looked sinister, and you feel like you’re gonna be sick.

“forever.” billy mumbles and interlocks one of his hands with stu.

“we were supposed to have her by now.” stu pouts as they watch sidney and tatum put their disgusting arms around you. billy’s face pulls into a frown.

“fucking bitches.” billy spits. he feels stu’s hand wrap around his bicep, in comfort.

“wish we could just kill them.” stu jokes. a smile stretches across billy’s face. he pulls stu into a kiss.

“why wish, prince?”