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scaralvr · 1 year

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⠀⠀ 💤 GINGERBREAD MAN! yandere!scaramouche x yandere!gn!reader

synopsis: you grow an unhealthy obsession for your dearest darling student council president and unbeknownst to you, he feels a stronger passion for you than him, if possible. ୨ sfw, modern au, high school au, yandere themes, death, blood, violence, stalking, fluff?? angst?? idk tbh HELP ୧

⠀⠀📋 this is based off of melanie martinez's song gingerbread man!!

your heart feels heavy but so, so full of love as you finish off your first victim. your hands are clean, well, physically. all you did was pour toxic chemicals in the pool during his swim practice. nothing too harmful. your eyes are void of any light as a devious smile curls your lips. you remove your latex gloves and put them in your schoolbag with haste as you fled the scene, imagining the looks on the man's teammates as they find huge holes in his limp body at the surface of the pool.

it's his fault for harassing scaramouche. suddenly, your heart rate speedens. not because of the crime you just committed, no, but rather, the thought of your true love. you softly giggle and make your way to class. you're stopped in your tracks when scaramouche rounds a corner and he meets you first thing. you feel yourself fluster as he kindly smiles, "oh, it's just you, (y/n). what are you doing here?" scaramouches queries, carefully snaking his arm around your shoulders and leading you the opposite way.

you could hardly care about class anymore, your darling was walking with you! your heart erratically thumps against your ribcage as you stupidly look at him and unlike before, your eyes are now filled with so much emotion. "i was in the washroom... ah, what were you doing out here?" you ask, attempting to sound normal despite the way your voice trembled here and there. his lithe hand brushes through your hair and you draw a short intake of breath.

scaramouche sighs as he slowly travels his finger through a strand of your hair, twirling it. "but you see, the washroom you're going to is the other way. what were you really doing?" his gaze is sharp and dark, you feel as though you've been cornered. does he know? you're at a loss for words but your worries are calmed by his hand reaching to cup the side of your face. "you were skipping, weren't you?" he teases and you perk up with a fake frown, "are you going to... tell the teacher?"

his laughs are silenced by the way you pitifully pout, your doe eyes looking at his as your hand gently holds onto his arm. is he able to tell you're manipulating him? scaramouche smirks, "oh? i didn't know you were this type of person, (y/n). but don't worry, we'll keep this a secret between the two of us." he winks and your cheeks redden. the next day, you feel so relieved you previously bumped into scaramouche. he was quite the useful alibi during the investigation.

then, you begin to wonder. what was he doing that he met you by chance? he didn't even answer you when you asked the first time...

i need a gingerbread man, the one i'll feed

scaramouche's hands are stained with a familiar crimson red as he runs it beneath water. he looks into the mirror, gaze shifting towards a body slumped over on the toilet of the open stall behind him. scaramouche twists the faucet close with a rusty squeak and turns to the corpse. he crouches down to meet the gaze of the dead man. "think twice before you talk to my darling angel, would you?" scaramouche smiles and laughs. "oh, wait, you're dead. maybe you can do that in your next life," he says, standing back up to take a look at the scene.

he steps forward and gloves his hands before using his thumb to smudge the blood on the wall, drawing a heart. the final touch. as scaramouche exits the washroom, he begins to fantasize about you. you're so lovely. surely, when the time comes that he confesses his undying, passionate love for you, you won't turn away and call him a creep for all he's done, right?

his thoughts are disrupted when he sees you. he decides to stay back a little longer and keeps behind the wall. scaramouche strains his ears and hears you take a few steps before stopping. you laugh for a moment and his pupils visibly shape into hearts at the angelic sound.

that's what happened yesterday and the both of you were able to use that alibi during the investigation of the death of your peers. but it surprises you two, how another murder took place the same time. the authorities are now aware that more than one person is involved. you and scaramouche could only think the same thing. 'that's not right. i'm the only killer!' what happens then? you're equally caught in distress as scaramouche, questioning why there's a murderer in the school besides you.

you take your mind off of it and set a course to find your darling. you made a lunch for him today, how sweet. his favourite dessert, dango, with mixed yakisoba. you woke up early and spent all morning making it for him. you just hope he likes it. as you enter the cafeteria, the first person you see is him out of the other people who hardly matter to you. you smile and make your way to him. scaramouche notices you almost immediately and he coyly grins, "(y/n), how nice to see you. do you need anything?"

you don't answer at first, still astounded by his breath-taking eyes and pretty face. you perk up when you realize you haven't spoken, "oh, ah-" suddenly, scaramouche's friend, childe, leans over the cafeteria table from behind him. "ooh~ looks like scaramouche and (y/n) are flirting!" he teases, and scaramouche throws him a nasty glare. you nervously laugh along and your face heatens up as the students in the cafeteria giggle and whisper.

"i made this for you," you say in a small voice, offering the container of homemade food. the students start to laugh and cheer as scaramouche accepted the gift with a blank expression and red cheeks. you didn't notice the way his hands were clammy as he clutched onto the container. you didn't notice the loud beating of his heart while he gulped. you didn't notice the insane look of adoration in his eyes as you gazed directly into them.

a little later, when everyone calmed down, scaramouche generously allowed you to sit with him and his friends. "(y/n), can you hold this for me for a moment?" he asks, giving you a spoonful of the mixed yakisoba you made for him. you meekly nod and gently take it from his dainty hands. scaramouche's friends watch in a tense silence, their mouths agape and eyes focused on you. he suddenly takes a bite from the spoon and you let out a flustered noise.

"you wouldn't mind feeding me, would you, (y/n)?" scaramouche queries with a sorrow pout and half-lidded eyes. you shake your head, "not at all!" to your content, you continue feeding him the food you cooked, all the while scaramouche's friends were screaming and running in the background.

it's just you and him, that's all that matters.

a gingerbread man, the one i'll eat

you can guess that it isn't long before the two of you get into a relationship and despite your parents' protests about it, you paid no mind and gave all of your love to him. scaramouche may or may not have grown more infatuated than he was before and begins to watch every single move of yours... surely, someone like you, such a sweet angel, would never notice the tiny cameras he installed inside of the gifts he gave you.

scaramouche's breathing is labored as he watches you sleep soundfully in your bed from the camera stuffed inside of your treasured stuffed kitsune you recieved from him the other day. sweat trickles down the side of his face and he dryly swallows. his finger carefully traces the outline of your face on the screen and it stops when he notices something. a glitch. the screen was frozen for who knows how long?

his eye twitches as he realizes someone must have hacked into his precise system. he's quick to get out of his chair and throw on a jacket along with putting on his shoes, rushing out the front door. the strong wind drowns out his mother's calls for him, wondering where he's going at this time of hour. scaramouche clutches his fist and his eyes are blown wide with anger. if you were in danger...

he slams the front door open with barely any effort and he makes his way into the kitchen to grab a long knife. he knows your parents aren't home on this specific day and it worries him even more. scaramouche tightens his grip on the weapon and stomps up the stairs, not caring whether the offender would aim for him. he's the only killer here.

but the moment he pushes the door open to your room, someone wraps their arm around his neck and presses the cold blade of a knife against his abdomen. you gasp when you realize it was none other than your love. you quickly let go and he falls to the ground before whipping around to see who inflicted the attack on him. his brows furrow in confusion, "(y/n)?-" his words are cut short when he feels his palm wetten as he sits on the ground.

you stammer in a panicking state, "k-kunikuzushi! i can explain!" the anxious grin on your lips is surreal as he slowly lifts his hand, the entirety of it covered in red that smelt of disgusting metallic. scaramouche warily looks behind him, where he finds a body bleeding out on the floor. he looks back to you with an unfazed expression, finally realizing that your bloody hands are trembling and tears cascade down your face. you struggle to get any words out of your mouth, just like the time he caught you in the hallway.

is he going to hate you? but it wasn't your fault to begin with! you wanted to explain so bad that it was that stupid guy's fault for forcing scaramouche to give him the answer key for the exam! your heart breaks into pieces at the thought of your darling abandoning you and calling you a monster. you're just trying to show your love this way, will he understand that? you freeze when a smile upcurves his lips and he begins laughing. laughing. scaramouche is hysterical as he stands up to approach you. his laughs fall to a silence as his expressions turns blank.

he carefully took one of your hands off of the knife and brought it against his cheek. scaramouche sighs in content as he leans into the touch of your hand coated in another's blood. "kuni?" you whisper, eyes teary. he removes your hand from his face and licks your finger, his saliva mixing with the redness. "i knew you were the perfect one from the start."

one who's always crazy, never calls me 'baby'

"(y/n), would you like to come shopping with us?" your friend, kokomi, asks with sara trailing behind her. you smile and kindly turn her offer down. "i'm going somewhere with my boyfriend today," you explain and start to put your materials away. sara scoffs, "of course you are. but have fun, alright?" kokomi nods and grins, "stay safe, (y/n). we'll see you tomorrow!" as they leave the classroom, you stand up from your desk and scaramouche enters. the air is filled with a heavy silence as you two lock gazes, as it's only you and him in the room.

scaramouche closes the door behind him and you rush to his arms. "good afternoon, love! i haven't seen you since fourth period, i trust you're doing well?" you happily say, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his torso. scaramouche coos, "i didn't know you were so desperate to see me, my love. i would have come here sooner." he bows his head to inhale the sweet scent of your neck before opening his mouth. your nails dig into his shoulders as you let out a pained noise. his teeth drew blood from your flawless skin and he soaked it with his wet tongue.

tears peek at the corners of your eyes and you whimper. scaramouche simply hushes you, his hands placing itself on your waist while he repeatedly kisses the bite mark. "you know what time it is, my love. please, go get him for me," scaramouche smiles into your skin and you exclaim in that excitement that he finds to be so adorable, "yes, darling!" you pull away and open the storage closet in the corner of the room, your teacher instantly falling out of it. he's helplessly writhing on the floor, tied up with thick ropes and tape covering his mouth.

he looks at you and scaramouche in anger, shouting, though it comes out incoherent. scaramouche presses a kiss to your jawline and whispers in your ear, "what do you want to do? he's blackmailing us, after all." you walk past the man on the floor to grab the sledgehammer from the closet. the teacher's screams become more louder through the tape as you drag the weapon towards scaramouche, a smile on your lips.

that's the one i want.

you rest in scaramouche's embrace, trying to sleep as he plays with your hair, humming against your forehead. he snuck through your window again, you can only hope your parents don't come in at anytime. your blanket keeps the both of you warm, along with the love you two give each other in the dead of night. a kiss is planted against your lips and you open your sleepy eyes. scaramouche's eyes, unlike yours that are empty, are as bright as ever, as he believes you're the only happiness he needs.

your pupils dilate and your heart feels whole as you gaze into his lovely eyes that tell a beautiful story. you softly smile and sit up to get on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips as you lower yourself to press your lips against his. this could be so romantic if the bodies of your parents weren't burning to ashes in the fireplace. scaramouche murmurs in the kiss, "i'll treat you so much better than anyone else ever did, you believe me, right?" you nod and playfully grin, getting back into the bed to snuggle into his arms.

scaramouche hugs you tighter, "good. you only need me."

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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Christmas with yandere enha? s/o and enha do fun stuff at christmas

fluff :)

oh my god this is cute😆😆😆

Yandere Enhypen Reaction: christmas with their s/o☃️🎄

Heeseung

"Heeseung!!! Let's make ginger bread. I watched some recipe on youtube."

You pulled your boyfriend's hand to the kitchen before stared preparing the ingredients. The man looked a bit confused because he didn't know what to do and waiting for your instruction.

"Baby, I think we should just buy from bakery instead. It's too much work."

"No, it's not! I mean- well this is our first time doing it but that's okay. Who knows maybe the first try is better."

You wiggling your eyebrows to him while confidently put the ingredients inside a big bowl.

However, Heeseung is right.

Both of you were staring at the gingerbreads in front of you. It was hard as rock and burnt. You giggled embarassingly when you realised you had mistaken the time to put it in oven.

"Hehe well...people make mistakes, you know? Maybe we should buy it from bakery."

Heeseung shook his head after let out a sigh. He can't be mad at what you did even though you nearly burn the kitchen. You are precious after all. He hugged you closer and kissed your forehead making you blushed badly at the sudden affection.

"How about we stay here and eat ramen together?"

"What the fuck Heeseung...it's literally christmas and you wanted to eat ramen??"

"It's better than burnt desserts."

"Hey!"

Jay

You were excited to open the prizes you guys bought for each other. You told Jay to buy anything that he think you would like because you want it to be surprise.

However, you forgot to tell your rich boyfriend the amount of gift he should buy.

Now, in front of you there were 10 presents and most of them are in huge size. Meanwhile you on the other hand had prepared only two gifts for him.

"Wow, so many presents."

Jay laughed and handled you one of it for you to open.

"You can open it first, honey."

When you had opened half of the prizes, you became slowly disappointed on yourself because everything that Jay bought for you are literally expensive and branded while you only knitted a sweater and scarf for him.

You looked at him worriedly when he tear the wrap paper apart and examining the sweater and scarf you made by yourself.

"I'm- I'm sorry I should buy something expensive for you. I thought you wouldn't buy me expensive thing for this christmas so I decided to knit the sweater and the scarf. I'm sorry if you hate the- aackk"

A sudden hug from him stopping you to talk. He giggled and left some kisses on your skin.

"Hate? Honey, I will accept anything you did for me."

Jake

You were sulking.

And obviously it's Jake's fault.

Both of you had went to stores to buy decoration for christmas. It was fun at first with Jake trying the fake white beard and act as Santa but that's changed when there were three boys you assumed there were middle school students complimenting you. You were so glad and thanked them but Jake being mad at them and caused a small argument.

You knew your boyfriend is posessive but this time is not grown adult but a boy that talked to you. Nothing wrong with that and he's too stubborn to admit his wrong thus making you giving him silent treatment.

Now, it's been hours and you still didn't talk to him. It made your boyfriend felt lonely because he always cling to you and do the decorating together.

He sighed when he realised you will not talk to him until he apologises. He lowkeyly admitted it was childish of him to get mad at the boys but he is jealous okay?

"I'm sorry. Are you still admit at me?"

No response. Jake whined when you decided to leave him alone at the couch. He ran after you and stopping in front of you making you glare at him.

"You need to kiss me."

"What?!"

Jake lifting his finger up to make you see what was the above of you.

A mistletoe.

You rolled your eyes when the man in front of you smiled brightly and puckered his lips for you to kiss.

You can't be mad at him for too long when you love him too much so you hold his cheeks and kissed him. He made you squealed when he pulled you closer to his body.

"Merry christmas, y/n."

"Merry christmas, Jake."

Sunghoon

"Make sure to balance yourself and slowly try to walk."

You guys were skating on frozen lake near the house. You asked Sunghoon to teach you how to skate since he is pro on it. But, after few times trying to teach you, you still couldn't balance yourself and keep falling.

Sunghoon also not giving any help instead laughing when that happened. You gave up on the skating and slowly walked out of the lake and sat on the ground that covered by snow.

"Are you giving up already? Come on, I didn't know you are that weak."

"I don't want to skate anymore. You keep laughing on me."

You took a handful of snow and shaped it to round. Sunghoon giggled at your acts then doing few rounds skating on the ice. After 15 minutes, he went to look for you but frowned when he didn't see you playing with snow like earlier instead he only saw a snowman.

"What the? Did she-?"

He nearly ran wanted to find you but stopped when he felt snow behind his head. He became relief when he turned back to see you were laughing at his confused and shocked face.

"Do you think I'm running away, Hoon?"

"Woman, you make me scared."

"Catch me if you can!"

It is definitely the best christmas ever you spent with Sunghoon.

Sunoo

Sunoo and you were playing snowball fight. You woke him up this early morning to build snowman and when it was nearly done, you threw a handful of snowball to his face. That's how the fight started.

Sunoo looking at you running from him while giggling uncontrollably. Seeing you with that bright smile and happiness on your face made him flustered and proud at the same time.

It's been a year and this is the first time he spent christmas together with you. He swear this moment is magical and hoping there will be many memories he can create-

"Why are you stopping? I thought we were fighting snowball here."

You pouted when Sunoo stop fighting and looking at him confusely. You slowly back away when he ran to you and shouted a little when both of you fell to the ground.

It didn't hurt since the ground covered with snow but you were flustered at the sudden close distance between him and you.

"What- what are you doing..Sunoo?"

"Are you blushing right now, baby?"

"I- I'm not! I just asked why are you suddenly do this?"

Chuu~~~

Instead of answering you, he kissed your lips while both of you still on the ground with him being on top of you. He parted away when he felt you pushing him away slowly.

"Christmas with you is definitely the best."

Jungwon

Jungwon woke up from the bed when he felt no one beside him. He groaned a little because it's cold and he wanted to sleep more with you in his arms.

He went to the living room when he heard you cute giggles. Looks like you were decorating the christmas tree. Damn it, why are you so cute? Not only that, his grandmother also helping you doing it together. What a lovely sight.

"Jungwon! Look at Injang and Garden. I made them a beanie."

The boy laughed when he looked at the succulents. The beanie is really cute and he pulled you closer to him.

"You make them feel warm. I want it too."

"You rascal, why are you so needy this morning?"

"Grandma! I'm not like that."

You and his grandmother laughed when Jungwon started to blush. His grandmother went to the kitchen to make breakfast leaving both of you. You hold his cheeks and stare straight to his eyes.

"Oh, baby. You are still sleepy, hmm?"

"Why did you wake so early? I still want to cuddle with you."

"You can do it later. It's christmas today. Go wash yourself."

You pecked him on the cheek before walked to the kitchen to help his grandmother but got pulled back so he can kiss you on the forehead.

"Merry christmas, baby."

Nishimura Riki

"Riki, where are you?"

"I have some matters to do. Can you wait for me?"

"Okay. Be careful, riki."

"Sure, babygirl."

He waited for you to hang up before turned to the person in front of him.

"Hyung, I don't know what to buy for y/n! Please help me. Please!"

Heeseung and Jay shake their head at his agitated state. Earlier on this month, the boy flexed himself to them that he will give you th best present in the world. However, looking at Riki right now seems like very different with what he said.

"You said you don't need our help."

"I was kidding. I'm sorry. I didn't know it can be this hard."

The guys keep suggesting to Riki things that he can buy for you but your boyfriend declined it all and stated reason that you don't like expensive thing or their suggestions are too cliche.

The boy came back to home sadly with a plastic full of bungeoppang. He cursed himself for crictising his friends suggestion but he too is cliche for buying that pastry as gift.

"What took you so long? I feel bored sitting here alone."

"I'm sorry. I was finding something."

"Ohhh. Come here, let's open the present. I'm curious what did you get for me."

Riki felt guilty so bad that he nearly wanted to cry. He gave the warm plastic bag to you while shutting his eyes. He was afraid of your disappointed face. He felt a bit weird when you suddenly laughed.

"Riki! We bought same thing."

What?

He quickly opened his eyes and looked to you show a bag of his favourite desserts too and your laughing state made him relief and a bit tears came out from his eyes.

"Hey, why are you crying?"

"I- oh god I thought I am such a bad boyfriend for buying this as your present. I don't know what to buy for you and all of the suggestions from hyung are expensive and too cliche. But here I am bought this street food-"

"Riki, relax. I don't care about the gifts. What I only want is celebrating the christmas with you."

Nishimura Riki swear that you are the best part of his life and no one can change that.

AHHHH ITS DONE😆😆🥺🥺 it's been so long doing the yandere reaction. Sorry if some of them were too short or too long☹️😭 Hope you guys enjoy thiss

Andddd merry christmas and happy holiday to everyone😁😁 Make sure to stay healthy!

Taglist: @stacey-stonem @duolingofanaccount

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sweetheartmotives · 4 months

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Spending Christmas with the yans!

Desc and possible Cw: Clumsy yan. None, wholesome wholesome wholesome! :3

Let me know if I missed any!

Micah, The yan Bartender: Micah was absolutely ecstatic about Christmas! They always over decorate (clutter their entire house with Christmas-related items) and it's a hassle to clean and put away when the holiday is over.

Beside that, Micah decided you two should make gingerbread men to go along with the little gingerbread house you made. It was messy yet fun, Micah made a little Kirby gingerbread man. Other than that, they bought you a bunch of expensive presents!

Jaakobah, Evil Yan Cupid: Jaakobah didn't know or really care for holidays besides Valentine's Day, but when you started decorating for Christmas, they got intrigued. You decided to have hot cocoa and watch a Christmas movie, not really expecting Jaakobah to care. But they did and they sat on the couch with you! It was a normal night, besides the annoying talking in your ear (Jaakobah).

Harper, The yan Eagle Hybrid: Another yan that didn't know what Christmas was! When they came up to their nest (the cave that's high in the sky), you were sad! After some pestering, you finally told them what was wrong. It was something along the lines of missing your family and wanting to be with them for Christmas. Harper was heartbroken but at the same time pitiful. Their mate is lonely and in need of comfort!

Harper decided to snuggle with you for the holiday. They can't do much else beside decorate the cave with leafs and red berries since you explained Christmas and what it's supposed to look like.

Damian, The yan deep diver: Damian was the one who came up with the idea of celebrating Christmas together. He bought and brought you new toys and treats as presents, he also tried to kiss you but obviously, you didn't let that happen. The bite mark on his cheek still hurts..

Taiyō, the Yandere Cafe Host: Taiyō bought you lots of expensive gifts as well! They decided to go look at Christmas lights on houses as a fun activity between you two.

Yumako, The yan magical girl: She was so excited for Christmas!! The Both of you went to multiple Christmas events on the 24th and after that, she brought you to her house to sleep over. When the both of you woke up Christmas morning, she made hot cocoa as you got comfortable. She handed you presents and watched you open them with a sweet and kind smile on her face. She also took lots of pictures! It's totally going in her album of you <3

Isla, the Platonic!Yandere witch: Isla doesn't celebrate Christmas but she'll drink hot chocolate with you and watch the Polar Express.

Kaan, the yan vampire: OH. MY. GOODNESS!! You jackpotted with them! They got you so many presents.. it took you 2 hours to open them all! Whatever you like and ever wanted, they got for you. They made a special dinner for you as well! It was so good... at the end of the night, they brought you (forced you) on their lap and cuddled you the rest of the day while listening to a creepy vintage song.

Tomen, the Clumsy Yandere: His stupid ass messed everything up. Burned the cookies, crushed the presents, etc.

Lelantos, the yan Stalker: They edged to your excited squeals of receiving presents. (presents from family, friends, etc!)

Apollo, the Yandere Otter Hybrid: They screamed with excited and pure glee at the mear sight of presents. Gifts?! From you?! What a wonderful day! They will remember and cherish this moment forever.

Yandere Arctic Fox Hybrid: Didn't do anything special for Christmas. But they bred you the entire day as a gift. 💀

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Pheeewwww! It's done! Yay! :D I hope everyone has a good rest of their day!

I hope you enjoyed reading as I enjoyed writing! (^.^)

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ayuki-ikuya · 2 years

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Bro. I need more YANDER SENTIENT CRK 😭😭😭

Idk, tbh, it's already creepy to have cookies all aware that you're collecting them to just admire them. BUT NOW.. NOW WE TAKE IT A STEP FURTHER!!

a small detail I'm going to throw in, is that they remain the size of a normal gingerbread man in our world. But if you get a closer look, you can definitely see the normal "gingerbread (wo)men" are more human looking. And it becomes more obvious when you become their size too.

I'm currently making a story about it on Wattpad, and it's still a work in progress.

Gonna try and keep it NB as possible.

Plus, some of the CRK Fanfics are.. Weird.

Anyways, I'm mostly trying to pour out all of the words before I slowly flesh them out even more, that way it won't appear uh.. Crackfic like? Idk, I never really write crackfics.

Lemme know what you think of this sort of side.

#sentient #cookie run kingdom #reader insert #story in making #nonbinary reader #sentient crk #crk #yandere #yander crk #yandere sentient crk

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idanceuntilidie · 4 months

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Hello humans,

It is I again, Death,

For my special I wondered for a few good days what I want to do and now I figured it out- watch me cackle like a madman

Prepare the drums

My special to you for 200, soon 300, followers is asking questions.

It can be either about my ocs, the ocs I created for requests, or me- a skeleton in your closet.

It will be accompanied by, usually, by a drawing and/or a doodle.

I trust people are decent and can behave themselves so I don’t need to put out rules

Requests won’t be closed durning this and you will see some normal posts also but I will bump this on every now and then

Have fun!

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popawritter12 · 3 months

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I love Melanie Martinez, and also i love to take her song and give them a "Yandere focus"

And specially "I Scream", "Teddy Bear", "Pacify her", "Class fight" and "Gingerbread Man", but i still didn't listen all her songs <3

#yandere #poppa thoughs #poppa things

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muthmergya · 3 years

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@rinnieren bestie how this lookin for you-

And imma goin with the like crazy love type of theme in which both kaeya and reader will be yandere for each other

It's gonna be a really long fic tho so imma need more time to finish it🛐

#just like lovers #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #yandere kaeya #is it good tho?#and yes i suggest listening to either or gingerbread man #when you read it cuz those were the songs i listened to while writing it #i mean i still am tho but its 3:42 am now so i gotta go 😭#nyctophilla-nightmares.talks

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mango-bango-bby · 2 years

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❄ with Kirshima and Bakugou, please momma! I love gingerbread mans and i think they would be funny to make with Kiri making a mess in the kitchen! - 🌈

♡ Gingerbread Men ♡

(A/N: This did not turn out very well 😭😭 I hope you still somewhat enjoy this though!! It ended up being really pretty short so I hope that’s alright and not to disappointing!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere

Summary: You make gingerbread cookies with Eijiro and Katsuki (Yan!Kirishima x GN!reader x Yan!Bakugou)

Holiday Cheer Event ➸ ♡

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Living with Eijiro and Katsuki could be quite chaotic from time to time. Actually, it was chaotic most of the time if you were being honest.

Especially when it came to cooking, Katsuki was always trying to make it s competition and actually trying and Eijiro was just there to have fun. But you, you were also just there to have fun!

You put more flour on the rolling pin before continuing to roll out the dough. You liked this part, mostly because you liked using the cookie cutters to cut out little gingerbread men.

You also liked decorating but it wasn’t time to decorate yet. You continue using the cookie cutters, Katsuki practically breathing down your neck with how close he was to you. He was just making sure you didn’t accidentally hurt yourself though.

You love the holiday season, you especially love the food and deserts! So you suggested to both Eijiro and Katsuki that you wanted to make gingerbread cookies. Luckily for you they both agreed!

They even agreed to try and make a gingerbread house with you but you know both of them and you knew the gingerbread house would most likely end up a disaster. However you just wanted to have fun!

“I’m gonna make this one me, this one you, and this one Eijiro” You say, Eijiro letting out a little chuckle at how adorable you are. Katsukijust keeps watching making sure you don’t hurt yourself.

“Can you make gingerbread men angry? Cause if not, I don’t think I’ll be able to make Katsuki” you joke before Katsuki huffs and flicks you on the forehead despite your whine.

Eijiro continues mixing the frosting, a lot of it getting on the counter but he didn’t seem to mind. You continue to use the cookie cutters until there’s no more cookie dough you can cut out. Katsuki puts the cookies in the oven for you, mostly because neither of them wanted you to get hurt or burned by the heat.

After a few minutes of waiting the cookies come out of the oven and much to your delight they all looked really good! A few of them were messed up at parts but by your standard they all looked really nice.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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Elysium

god this fic took forever i’m so sorry!! but hey, first fic on the new blog! <33 also y’all should really thank @iwaasfairy who listened to me complain about this fic for a solid month, she’s the reason it got finished

Cult leader Oikawa Tooru x female reader

tw: indoctrination, extremely dubious consent, blood, yandere themes, religious themes, minor character death, implied abuse & drug use, mild smut, nsfw

The island itself is breathtaking

Pristine beaches with gleaming white sand, vast swathes of lush, green rainforest and waterfalls that cascade into shimmering pools of crystal clear water. Untouched, undisturbed; a paradise. At least, that’s how Ryuji had described it.

Paradise, but only in the sense that a gingerbread cottage in the middle of the woods is paradise to a lost and hungry child.

He hadn’t been wrong. Bare feet sink into soft, white sand as you climb from the boat - the warmth just toeing the line between pleasant and burning. Gentle waves ebb and flow behind you, and there’s a light breeze that kisses your skin, the taste of seasalt carrying in the wind. Home, it seems to sing.

A laugh sounds somewhere in the distance, yet the only other figure on the beach is a man walking steadily towards you. He smiles when he sees you’ve noticed him; friendly, non-threatening. It’s a far cry from the swarming welcoming committee you’d been dreading, and you wonder if that’s somehow intentional as well.

As the boat pushes back out to sea he comes to a stop before you, “I’m Makki,” he says, pushing the fringe of his hair back and giving you a not-so-subtle once over. Whatever he sees must meet approval, because his grin only widens, “Welcome to the Commune.”

Ryuji wasn’t wrong; the island is a beautiful, deadly thing.

—

You’d never heard of the Commune before the phone call.

And maybe that shouldn’t be so surprising. You’ll be the first to admit you’re hardly an expert, but from what you do know, groups like the Commune – cults – don’t spring up out of thin air and start broadcasting their mistreatment and systematic abuse.

They’re not the kind of people that have sweet old ladies clutching their pearls and mothers shepherding their children away – at least, not in the beginning. Not entirely. They’re not out to recruit extremists to further their cause, they choose to prey on the vulnerable, the lost and the disillusioned. Those easily manipulated. You suspect that’s why when you google the Commune, all you find is a website for what essentially looks like a long term luxury wellness retreat.

‘The Commune is about healing and harmony, about returning to nature, supporting one another to forge a brighter, more holistic future together… a self-sufficient community living apart from technology and other evils of modern society.’

You fight the urge to roll your eyes as you scroll through. There’s a whisper of philosophical teachings woven throughout, a page dedicated to their founder, Oikawa Tooru – smiling handsomely in every single picture, because what would a burgeoning cult be without a charismatic leader – but there’s not enough.

So here you are, on an island hundreds of miles away from home living amongst strangers; because Ryuji wouldn’t have sounded so terrified if this was just some alternate, free-loving bunch of hippies.

And even with all that he’d told you, everything you thought you’d be prepared for, the Commune is like nothing you could’ve imagined.

Makki introduces you to Asuka, a woman only a few years older than yourself, dark haired and stunningly beautiful, and winks as he tells her to take you under her wing. She smiles brightly, eyes twinkling, and pulls you into a heartfelt hug – as if you’ve known each other your whole lives.

“We’re so glad you’re here!” she beams.

You’d like to hate her.

It feels like you're supposed to, sometimes; when she gets that dreamy look in her eyes and starts talking about Oikawa and the Commune and how lucky everyone here on the island is. Yet there’s something about her – the genuine warmth she emanates maybe, or the kindness in her eyes – that makes it difficult for you not to like her.

“You should come to the gathering tomorrow,” she hums idly one afternoon, maybe a week or so after your arrival. The two of you are sitting on the edge of the pier, legs dangling down into the water, tangled fishing nets to be repaired strewn between you.

“I always go,” you reply.

She laughs, fixing you with a knowing look, “And sit right at the very back, all but running off the moment we finish?”

And your traitorous heart skips a beat.

“It’s okay to take things slowly,” she says. “We understand that being a part of the Commune is a big change from the life you knew, and that not everybody is able to see what we see and embrace those changes.”

Asuka sets down the knot she’s working through and reaches for your hand, a gentle smile on her face, “But you shouldn’t be afraid. You’re meant to be here, I can feel it. You just need to stop fighting against it; surrender yourself to us, to the island, and everything’ll make sense, I promise.”

It’s dangerous territory. One wrong word could set off alarm bells, yet you can’t help pressing just a little.

“Do you ever miss it, then? Life outside the Commune?”

Your family. Friends. The life you left behind before you came here to be brainwashed like all of the others.

“Why would I?” she answers without missing a beat, and it’s hard to ignore the bitter flicker of disappointment you feel at her answer. “The island provides for us, we don’t have to spend our days selling off tiny pieces of ourselves just to make ends meet. It’s paradise here, and we have Oikawa to thank for that. Why would I ever want to go back?”

Silence falls between you as you struggle to think of something to say to salvage the situation. Yet Asuka isn’t even looking at you, instead staring out at the water with a strangely pensive expression.

“Did you know I was married once?” The words seemingly out of the blue, you can only shake your head. For a moment, she doesn’t reply, watching as the waves rise and crash offshore. And then;

“I was young, eighteen or so, fresh out of high school and he was a small town cop.” Her eyes flicker to yours, and your heart clenches at the sadness and pain echoing there. “I thought he was a good man, once upon a time.”

A chord strikes deep, your chest tightening involuntarily at her words. It’s not the same, of course it’s not the same, and yet…

No. You stop the errant thought in its tracks. Groups like the Commune prey on the vulnerable, you know this. People like Ryuji, like Asuka, like–

Her fingers squeeze around yours, pulling you back to the present. “Come to the gathering tomorrow. Listen to Oikawa, it’ll help.”

—

She doesn’t give you a choice in the matter – dragging you by the hand to sit right at the front of the gathered crowd that very night.

Oikawa’s handsomer up close; tall and dark haired with pretty eyes and long, sweeping lashes that frame delicate cheekbones, it’s not hard for you to see how a man like him has amassed such an impassioned following.

Once he starts actually speaking, however, you realise that his good looks and charming smile are just the tip of the iceberg. Oikawa’s utterly captivating as he preaches about the cycle of life and death and the paradise that awaits his faithful. Passionate and engaging, he speaks like he truly believes every word of the lies he’s spreading.

And Asuka, her friends, the others gathered, they eat up every word like it’s gospel truth, resounding cheers and thunderous applause deafening around you. In the midst of the rapturous din, Oikawa’s eyes flit to yours.

Slowly, he smiles – a dazzling grin that makes your stomach flip – and everything; Asuka, the noise, the others swarming around you, it all fades away.

For one electrifying heartbeat, you’re frozen in place. Just you and Oikawa, trapped in the pull of each other’s gaze.

—

You can’t forget the reason you came.

But it’s… difficult, in a way you struggle to understand. You only have one purpose for being here, one goal; find Ryuji and bring him home.

And yet, some days it’s like there’s a fog in your mind, and you have to focus to remember why you’re here at all. You catch yourself laughing with Asuka and her friends, the days passing by in a blur of endless, easy distractions.

It barely feels like work when you’re sitting under the shade of the trees, eating the fruits you’ve picked by hand – ripe and sweet, unlike anything you’ve ever tasted – diving off waterfalls into the crystalline water and meandering down the shore collecting seashells. Even when you are working, mending clothes or cooking with the others, it fills you with a sense of contentment you can’t quite explain.

Like you’re a part of something bigger. Like you’re doing something that matters.

Ryuji becomes a distant thought. A whisper in the back of your head, a niggling in your gut, easily brushed aside and ignored until there’s a moment of quiet. In the dead of night, the balmy summer night’s breeze kissing your bare skin, you lie awake, lost in memories of the last time you’d seen him.

Fists angrily pounding at your door, the yelling that gave way to sobs and the hoarse, desperate pleas that followed. Ryuji’s face; pupils blown wide and eyes rimmed in red, darting restlessly around as he held you too tight and begged–

Rolling over in bed, you gaze out your window at the star flecked sky, the shadows of the forest that lie at your doorstep, and wonder what it is that scares you more; that you’ve lost track of the days you’ve been here, and saving Ryuji is starting to feel like an afterthought, or that you could so easily forget all of it, find a place here in the Commune and be happy.

‘The island, it–it fucks with your head.’

Ryuji’d told you that, and you’d brushed it off as paranoia. You need to find him. Find him and get the hell outta dodge.

You can deal with the fallout later.

—

Kiyoshi.

He’d mentioned the name a few times amidst his rambling – a friend of his on the island. You’re annoyed with yourself for not thinking of it sooner, however much like Ryuji himself, trying to focus and remember the name is like wading through thick mud.

Once you do, though, finding him amongst the hundred and fifty or so inhabitants is the easy part.

There’s no strict division between genders within the Commune, however Kyoshi, despite his somewhat lean stature, is among the builders of the island and his path doesn’t often cross with yours.

From Asuka you find out that he’s been a part of the Commune for years now, before even she joined, and that he mostly sticks to himself, though you’ve seen him chatting quietly to a few of the other men, a perpetually angry looking blonde in particular.

It’s the last part that piques her interest, “Why’re you so curious, anyway?” she asks, her face lighting up as a sudden thought occurs. “Do you want me to introduce you two? To be honest, I didn’t think he’d be your type, if you’re interested, though…”

Cheeks aflame, you’re quick to shut her down. “No, no, nothing like that. I’ve just… seen him around and we’ve never really spoken, I guess.”

A lame excuse, though mercifully she lets the subject drop without too much prodding.

Therein, of course, lies the problem. Walking up to Kyoshi and casually trying to drop Ryuji into the conversation without raising red flags is risky, but what other options do you have? You’ve already spent too much time on this island.

Although, maybe Asuka has the right idea.

While you hadn’t been lying when you said you weren’t interested in Kyoshi in that way, nobody else knew that. Who would really look twice at the shy newbie striking up a conversation with the quiet, easygoing man? He wasn’t unattractive per se, and from the brief interactions you’d seen of him, he seemed kind enough.

You have enough patience (barely) to wait for dusk the following night. There’s a celebration, something about the full moon and a blessing on the island and the Commune– you hadn’t really been paying attention when Oikawa had spoken about it. Still, it’s too good an opportunity to pass up. With the fire pits crackling, and the dancing and music and the sweet honey wine flowing freely, nobody will be paying too much attention to what you’ll be doing. Hopefully, the alcohol will also serve to lower Kiyoshi’s guard, and perhaps if you’re really, really lucky, loosen his tongue as well.

Of course, you’re not banking on him telling you exactly where Ryu is or what happened to him– and that’s assuming he actually knows – but at this point you’ll take anything over the nothing you currently have. A tiny slip up, that’s all you’re asking for.

As the sun descends beyond the horizon, you play your role well, laughing and chatting amongst friends, sipping carefully at the cup of wine in your hand as you wait for an opening. And perhaps it’s your nerves working against you, but you find that it’s not just Kiyoshi your attention is drawn to.

Up on the shore, away from the rabble, Oikawa lounges back with a cup of the same honeyed wine you’re pretending to drink. For the most part he seems deep in conversation with Iwaizumi, his right hand, but every once in a while he glances up, letting his gaze roam over the crowd of his followers.

Every inch a king and his general.

And it would seem benevolent, if not for the strange smile he wears – the one that widens when his eyes catch yours.

Swallowing tightly, you force yourself not to dwell on it, to ignore the odd sensation curling in your gut and the way your skin prickles under his attention. Now is not the time to lose focus.

Pushing all thoughts of Oikawa aside, you subtly scan the beach once more, only to find that Kiyoshi’s moved, sitting now on a piece of old driftwood near the bonfire. Alone for the first time tonight.

Your legs are moving before the thought even fully registers.

“Do you mind if I sit?” you ask, gesturing to the empty space on the log beside him.

Kiyoshi smiles, the laugh lines at corners of his eyes crinkling pleasantly, and shakes his head, “Not at all.”

“Thanks.”

Taking another sip of your wine, you will your shoulders to relax, your racing pulse to slow. This has to seem natural, and so you force yourself to hold your tongue, let your head loll back and breathe deep, soaking it all in. You can hear the others in the distance, the music and the dancing, the happy laughter and shouts that beckon – you want to go join them. Even your blood seems to hum, a call of something other pulsing through your veins.

But you pay it no mind. There are more important things to worry about tonight.

Indeed, steel blue eyes have been appraising you curiously for a while now. “This is your first Lunar blessing, isn’t it?” Kiyoshi asks after a moment.

You nod, humming in agreement. Less than a month; you’ve been here less than a month. Is that a good thing?

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

A harmless enough question, and again you nod your head. “Yeah, it’s…” you pause, searching for words that won’t sound hollow. “It’s paradise. I feel like I need to pinch myself just to make sure it’s real.”

He smiles gently. “But?” he probes.

Grimly, you wonder whether Kiyoshi’s usually this perceptive, or if you’re just a really terrible actor. In a way, you suppose it really doesn’t make a difference; you’ve come too far to turn back now – at least not without raising suspicion.

So you lie with a truth, and pray that it works.

“I had a friend I was supposed to meet here,” you confess quietly, gazing not at him but the crackling flames of the bonfire, the burning embers carried off into the night. “He was the one who said I should come, but now I’m here and he’s not and every time I catch myself enjoying this–”

“You feel guilty,” he surmises, cutting you off. “Because he’s not here to enjoy it with you.”

Wordlessly, you nod – and maybe it isn’t so much of an act when your eyes begin to glisten, your smile wavering.

Kiyoshi’s silent for a moment, and you take another sip of the honey wine to hide your nerves. “You shouldn’t, you know,” he says eventually. “Feel guilty, I mean. You belong here, with the Commune. You’re happy here. Paradise… isn’t for everybody.”

He doesn’t say it to be cruel, more like he’s simply stating a fact, and somehow that makes it all the more unnerving. And it’s nothing you haven’t listened to Oikawa preach about time and time again. The Commune is for the devoted, the faithful – the lucky few – and you’ve never thought too hard about what he’d meant by that.

The Commune’s small, maybe a hundred and fifty or so people on the island. There’d been no initiation, no test of faith or trial period you’d had to pass when you arrived – at least, none that you’d been aware of. You simply stepped off the boat and they’d welcomed you with open arms.

An uneasy sensation settles into your gut, goosebumps prickling at your skin despite the heat of the midsummer night.

That… doesn’t make sense. It can’t. Absolute control’s too important in groups like this, they couldn’t just let anyone–

Kiyoshi speaks again, his calm voice pulling you from your thoughts. “What was his name?”

You blink at him slowly – stupidly. “Sorry?”

“Your friend,” he clarifies. “What was his name?”

“Oh, um- Ryuji.”

Kiyoshi’s brow furrows in thought for a moment, but he merely shakes his head, “Doesn’t ring a bell, but like I said, not everyone who arrives stays with us for long.”

He looks you right in the eye as he says it.

You don’t understand the cold, foreboding that seeps through your veins, because he’s lying. He has to be.

Ryuji was here. They were friends, Ryu’d told you that–

Why did you think this stupid plan would work anyway? That he’d tell you anything, much less the truth when this whole fucked up island is full of liars and those too indoctrinated to know the difference?

“You alright?” he asks when abruptly, you shoot to your feet beside him.

And it takes every ounce of willpower you have left to force an easy smile to your lips, raising your cup just a fraction, “Yeah, just gonna go get a refill. Thanks for the talk, Kiyoshi.”

Whether he notices that your wine’s barely touched or not, you don’t care – not as you turn on your heel without another word and head back up the beach.

Your head is pounding, your body trembling – you don’t hear the call of your name until a hand reaches out and grasps at your wrist, spinning you around.

Asuka greets you with a wide grin, Makki and a tall, broad shouldered man you think is called Mattsun standing either side of her – the former’s arm slung casually over her shoulder. “There you are! I’ve been looking for you,” she says. “Come on, we’re gonna go swimming, it’s so pretty out there!”

You glance out towards the ocean. Moonlight bathes the inky blue water, light shimmering off the rippling tide; some of the others are already out there, splashing amongst the waves.

“Clothing optional, of course,” Makki laughs, and Asuka tugs on your wrist once more.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun!”

But you shake your head, slowly pulling your hand from her grip, “I’m not feeling great, I think I’m gonna head back.”

Asuka frowns, concern marring her pretty features. “Are you okay? Do you need us to call Mizo–”

“No,” you say, cutting her off. Healer Mizoguchi is the last person you need to see right now. “I just– I just need to go lie down for a bit. You guys go have fun – enjoy the blessing, I’ll be fine.”

Makki and Asuka share a fleeting look, but it’s Mattsun who interjects before either one of them can speak, “I’ll walk you back, then.”

Your stomach churns. It doesn’t sound like a suggestion.

And the smart thing to do would be to accept his help; the walk from the beach to your villa isn’t far, and while you’re not as familiar with Mattsun as you are with Makki or Asuka, it’s not like he’s going to hurt you or anything, but–

“Really– you don’t need to, it’s fine,” you smile weakly, shuffling back as he reaches to offer you his arm. “Go swim, I’ll see you guys in the morning.”

Mattsun shrugs easily enough, falling back into line with the other two – yet there’s something in the way he grins and holds your gaze for a beat longer. A glimmer of amusement, as if there’s some joke you're not a part of. “I’ll hold you to it, sweetheart.”

The heat that floods your cheeks clashes uncomfortably with the cloying heaviness in your stomach, but somehow you manage to stutter out one last goodbye before turning back to scamper off in the direction of your room.

–But not to lie down.

There’s not a cloud in the sky, and the full moon’s bright. No need for a torch, not unless you decide to venture into the heart of the forest.

You’ve been a fool. Kiyoshi, Asuka, Makki, Mattsun; you can’t trust any of them to help you, even unwittingly. Ryuji’s here on the island – somewhere – and every second that slips away, every second that you allow yourself to forget puts him in further danger.

And so you cling to your discomfort, ground yourself in it. The prickling sensation at the back of your neck, the tightness in your chest as you slip past your villa, keeping low and quiet – they’re a reminder that there is something insidious here on the island, that you have to get out.

You and Ryuji.

He’s here. Away from the others, kept under lock and key as punishment, or maybe being forced to undergo whatever kind of glorified brainwashing they’ve got going on, but here. You need to be smart about this, because while you don’t intend to stop until you find him, tonight will be your best shot – while everyone’s distracted down on the beach.

For the first time in a long time, it feels like you have a clear head.

Creeping through the underbrush, you steer clear of the well trod pathways that lead towards habitation. You’ve been there, and to the docks, and the river.

If they’re still keeping him here (and they are, you refuse to entertain the possibility that it could be otherwise) then it’s not somewhere out in the open. A bird cries out in the distance shattering the calm of the night, and you flinch – but it only serves as another reminder that your time tonight is limited; you cannot afford to delay. You wrack your brain, trying to dredge up memories of the last few weeks, surely you must have seen something–

“Lost?”

The single word, spoken in a deep, gruff voice has your blood running cold.

Slowly, you turn.

Iwa stands behind you in the thicket, his face utterly impassive. Briefly, you contemplate whether it’s worth trying to bluff your way out of this, but Iwa’s eyes narrow, flashing in the dim light and you think better of it.

A sigh escapes you, your shoulders deflating. “Where is he– Ryuji?” you ask; a whisper rather than a demand.

Iwa’s expression gives nothing away. Did he know, or have you handed him the smoking gun of a crime that’d fallen through the cracks? Does it even matter anymore? You’re just–

You’re tired.

Exhausted. In the space of a few moments all of that shining determination and resolve; it fled, leaving a gaping hole in its wake. This has to end, you can’t keep fighting against them forever. You can’t keep drowning in this guilt, feeling torn every second that you spend here on this stupid island. You just want to find Ryuji and go home.

… Right?

A tense beat passes as Iwa appraises you, and then; “Come with me.”

The hand he places on your shoulder doesn’t give you much choice. His grip isn’t what you’d describe as gentle, yet he’s careful enough to make sure you don’t trip or stumble as he marches you north.

In the thick of the forest away from the beach, it’s eerily quiet. Every twig that snaps underfoot, every ragged breath you draw; it feels too loud. Out of place amongst the stillness of the midsummer night.

And isn’t it ironic, that for the first time since you set foot in this paradise, you feel like you’re trespassing?

A bead of sweat trickles down from your temple and your mind unwittingly drifts back to Mattsun and Makki. Are they still swimming with Asuka? Probably, you reason. It’s hard to pinpoint exactly how long it’s been since you left them on the beach, but surely no more than an hour.

And strangely, like water drawn from the depths of a well, an image comes to mind; the four of you standing in the waves, you perched atop Mattsun’s shoulders, screaming and giggling in delight as Asuka tries to knock you down again, two sets of eyes watching from the shore…

You should have stayed on the beach.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask,” he replies drily – humouring you, you suppose.

Your lips quirk upwards for the briefest of moments. “What happens on the Lunar blessing? Asuka, the others– no one told me what it was.”

Iwaizumi doesn’t answer you immediately, but you feel his fingers reflexively tighten on your shoulder. Likely it wasn’t the question he was expecting; surely there were others that you could have asked – but you don’t really want the answers to those.

If you’re being led like a lamb to proverbial slaughter, what good would it do you to know it?

And yet as the seconds pass and no answer seems forthcoming from your captor, you resign yourself to the fact that your curiosity will remain unsated. You don’t even know what prompted you to ask in the first place; knowing Oikawa it’s probably some grand, meaningless spectacle. Pretty, hollow words spoken only to–

A heavy sigh draws you from your thoughts, and you falter in your step, almost tripping over your own feet in the process. Iwa’s quick to right you, urging you forward with a less than gentle nudge. “Walk straight,” he grunts, yet it lacks any true heat. Anticipation flutters through your veins, and he mutters a soft curse behind you. “Fine. It… it’s an exchange.”

An exchange? What the hell was that supposed to mean? Your eyebrows draw together, mouth opening to press the matter, but Iwa beats you to the punch.

“You’ll find out for yourself soon enough, now shut up.”

You have no response to that, so you do.

—

The two of you walk in silence for what feels like hours. Eventually, the terrain becomes steeper, the worn path you’re treading twisting and winding, and you realise you must be close to the mountains at the heart of the island.

As your breath comes in heavy pants, your legs beginning to ache, you can’t help but be lost in the beauty of it all.

The flora’s different here, unlike any you’ve seen before. Flowers bursting from the bark of towering trees, blooms of vibrant hues; reds and purples and soft, baby pinks. Even the vines at your feet curl amongst pretty white buds that gleam invitingly under the moonlight. Your jaw falls open as you gaze around in wonderment.

You forget why you’re walking, where it is that you’re heading. Iwa’s grip relaxes as a quiet gasp escapes you, and he doesn’t stop you when you stray from the path to take a closer look. You can’t resist reaching out to touch the silken petals, leaning in to smell their perfume. Soft and light and sweet, your eyes flutter shut, a smile creeping across your visage.

It reminds you of home. Not your actual home – the rundown, tiny shoebox apartment you gave up before you came here – but something deeper.

Home, like the long summer days spent playing in your parents’ backyard. Home, like afternoons curled up by the window, watching the rain come down in sheets outside.

Home, like the comfort of arms wrapped around you; two hearts beating in sync.

“C’mon,” Iwa interrupts after a minute or so, his voice a touch less gruff. “We’re almost there.”

Dazed, you find yourself nodding, allowing him to guide you back to the path. This time, he doesn’t grab you by the shoulder, seemingly content enough to walk by your side.

True to his word, it’s only another few minutes before you see it; a wooden villa, four times the size of your own and far, far grander, set amongst a clearing of trees on the mountainside. Confused, your eyes flicker from the villa to Iwa and back again. Gossamer curtains billow lightly in the breeze, a warm, inviting glow spilling from the open windows. Surely this cannot be where he meant to lead you… and yet he merely stands at your side, arms folded across his broad chest, watching you expectantly.

“You gonna make me carry you up there?” he asks, not unkindly.

Swallowing tightly, you shake your head.

Another glance, and you catch a shadow lingering by the window. Your heart skips a beat, apprehension curling in your gut as you begin to walk, every step feels less steady than the last. You’re almost glad when Iwa takes you by the arm; if only so that you have something to focus on other than the growing tightness in your chest. The villa, with its pretty flowers and airy, elegant grandeur is far from the isolated cell you’d been afraid of, yet the uncertainty of what you’re walking into eats at you all the same.

Is this where they’ve been keeping Ryu, or has he brought you here for another reason?

Nothing, however, can prepare you for what you find inside. Warm light emanates from lanterns that bathe the room, and your eyes widen as you stare around you.

Strange, gold carvings inlaid with mother of pearl decorate the thick, woodens support beams, a pot of incense burns on a table overflowing with fresh fruit. There’s a jug of the same honeyed wine you’d drank earlier in the night and two cups set on an ornate stand nearby – just within arms reach of one of the chaise lounges.

Iwa affords you little time to gape, drawing you further in. Silken tapestries hang from the walls – you’re pulled along too quickly to truly take note, but the brief glimpses you get hint at a story; a divine being cast from his home, lost and wandering.

It tugs at something buried within you, and uncomfortable, you tear your eyes away.

The two of you reach a closed door at the end of the hall, and Iwa pulls you to a stop, knocking once.

“Come,” a familiar voice calls.

You stiffen, though perhaps you should have foreseen this outcome. Who else would Iwa bring you to but to him? Distantly, you register his grip relaxing, the sound of the door sweeping open and his voice at your ear.

“Go on.”

And it’s funny, you think, how two halves of yourself can be so at odds with each other. Because while your stomach twists itself into knots, goosebumps prickling at your skin, your legs stumble forward of their own accord.

Two steps forward, and your breath catches in your throat.

It’s a bedroom, that much you can deduce from the decor, but that’s not what captures your attention. Nor is it Oikawa, leaning against the bureau with a genial smile – at least not at first.

No. In place of a back wall, there’s open space, not so much as a panel of glass obstructing the view before you. And what a view it is; from this height you can see the sprawling forest below, the coastline dotted with bonfires and the moonlit ocean shimmering beyond. Where the floorboards end, there are steps, you realise as you unwittingly inch closer, leading to a cascading spring – likely fed from the waterfall you can hear rushing nearby.

How easy it would be to brush aside your worries, you think, to shed your clothes, slip into the cool, calm water and lose yourself entirely. Even amongst all you’ve seen and experienced on the island so far, this is incomparable.

“Stunning, isn’t it?” Oikawa murmurs, coming up behind you.

His voice startles you, yet when you turn, you find him not gazing out at the scenery but rather at you, that same strange, knowing smile curling at his lips.

“Some days, I admit, it’s hard to tear myself away,” he continues, unbothered by your stunned silence. “But even I can’t neglect my duties for too long.”

You swallow, tongue darting out to wet your lips. Confusion twists through you at the conversational tone, surely he hasn’t brought you here just to chat about the impressive views, yet there’s no hint of disapproval on his face, no indication that he’s anything less than pleased with you.

It’s unnerving to say the least, but you’ll play along with his game if that’s what Oikawa wants.

“Beautiful,” you say, though the words feel woefully inadequate even as you speak them.

He hums in agreement, something akin to pride flickers in his eyes at your assessment, “A labour of love, I suppose. But… everything you see here, everything I’ve built, it comes with a price. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I-I’m sorry?” you stutter.

“Paradise,” he elaborates, his smile widening. “There’s no give without take. Those people down there,” he nods down at the beach, the tiny, ant-like figures still milling about, “the lost, the beaten, the abused – I gave them what they so desperately sought; a sanctuary. A life without struggle, without suffering.” He pauses for a moment, reaching forward to take your hand. You almost flinch, almost skitter across the room to put as much distance between you as you can, but you don’t–

His palm is warm as it envelops yours, a pleasant heat that seems to spread through your veins, easing your tense muscles. There’s nothing to fear from him, you’re safe with Oikawa.

“Aren’t you happy here?”

Yes.

“What about the price?” you ask instead, though it takes more concentration than it should to force the words out.

Oikawa’s thumb sweeps along the back of your hand. “I never said it was your price to pay,” he soothes.

There’s something wrong with that sentence, but another sharp knock at the door draws your attention before you can think too hard about it. You turn out of instinct, barely aware of the way his hand tightens fractionally around your own.

A single finger at your jaw coaxes your attention back to him. “If you built a paradise, wouldn’t you give whatever necessary to ensure it flourished?”

Oikawa stares at you expectantly, deep brown eyes searching your face as he waits for an answer. Agreement would be the logical choice – the one he seems to want from you – but even as your lips part, the only sound that escapes is a breathless, confused noise.

When you were a kid, maybe six or seven, your parents took you to the beach one day and you waded too far out into the water. The waves were bigger than you expected; all it took was one mistimed jump and you were dragged under.

It wasn’t for long, probably only seconds, and ultimately you were fine – but you remember those few seconds so vividly. The feeling of helplessly tumbling through the water, fighting to break the surface but not knowing which way was up. Your lungs crying out for oxygen, the disorientation and dizziness, the panic.

It feels like that now – like the floor’s dropped out from beneath you and you’re just hurtling through empty air, desperately trying to slow yourself down with nothing to grab onto.

None of this makes any sense. Your emotions are shot to pieces, too many parts of yourself being pulled in different directions and you’re not sure which ones you can trust anymore. How can you be? Oikawa’s still holding your hand, smiling at you, and you just want everything to stop for a second so you can right yourself and breathe–

The door opens.

Iwaizumi appears in your field of vision, dragging a bound, hooded figure behind him. And because this is all some big, cosmic joke, you get your wish. Both of them, actually.

Time slows.

Even with a burlap sack pulled over his head, you recognise the man Iwa shoves to the floor and sneers at.

Hundreds of miles, weeks of uselessly traipsing around this fucking island, and finally–

Finally, you’ve found Ryu.

There should be relief. Fear, considering his current state, yes, but Ryuji’s here and he’s alive and as the hood is ripped off his head Oikawa squeezes your hand and the only thing you feel is… anger.

Not a heated flash that surges through your blood. It’s slow and seething, insipid. You look at him, locked in place as empty, pleading eyes meet yours and all you can think is that all of this – everything – is his fault.

“Asuka told you why she came to me, didn’t she?” Oikawa asks.

Your brow furrows, why–why is he asking you that now, how did he even–

He slips closer behind you, letting your hand go in favour of your shoulder, his spare dragging lightly along the bare skin of your arm. “She was lost, in so much pain. The physical wounds, they heal after a while,” his voice is right in your ear, a low murmur that sends a shiver rippling down your spine.

It isn’t an unpleasant feeling.

“But the scars inside, well… sometimes those fester.”

Gagged and bound, kneeling at your feet, Ryu doesn’t even try to make a sound.

He’s thinner than you remember. Face gaunt and bruised; there’s a half healed, mottled yellow one painted across the left side of his jaw, one eye purple and swollen. You glance at Iwa, standing stoically behind him, muscular arms folded across his chest. His work, you wonder, or others as well? You notice the tear tracks running down his face, catching the light of the lanterns, but it’s as if you’re seeing it all through a thick pane of glass. None of it reaches you, there’s nothing but that simmering, ugly feeling in your gut.

Oikawa hums, “I told you that Paradise wasn’t for everyone. It’s a haven, yes, but there are those who simply… don’t belong.”

His body’s so warm, pressed up against yours. Fingertips graze along your side, and this time you don’t bother biting back that tiny, breathless moan. Iwa briefly smirks at it, but there’s no embarrassment. Why should there be? Your eyes flit back to Ryu, bowed on the wooden floor.

Another memory resurfaces; A sharp crack and a ringing in your ears, Ryuji, eyes bloodshot and glazed, falling to his knees, clutching frantically at the leg of your pants as endless apologies spill from his lips.

It wasn’t him. It was never him.

“He hurt you,” Oikawa purrs. “He kept hurting you, I saw it.”

The words wash over you like waves breaking on the shore, but you find yourself nodding anyway. It was the truth, wasn’t it? A thousand tiny hurts, piled up on one another until you finally broke.

And you’d still come when he’d called.

Listened to him when he’d begged you not to hang up the phone.

“Iwa.”

The brunet moves towards a grand chest of drawers pushed up against the western wall. An ornate dagger sits atop, strange and beautiful; the blade isn’t steel or any metal you’ve seen before, but some kind of black stone, the handle intricately carved ivory. You hadn’t even noticed it before, Oikawa’s room filled to the brim with odd trinkets and treasures, but now that you have, it’s hard to tear your eyes away.

Iwa takes it and carries it over towards the two of you, holding it with the utmost care.

“Obsidian,” Oikawa informs you as he accepts the blade from his friend, bringing it in front of you both to show it off. “Pretty, isn’t it?” And while you can’t see his face, you can hear the smile in his tone.

He isn’t wrong though.

Ever so carefully you reach out, the soft pads of your fingertips running along the obsidian surface, surprisingly cool to the touch. The razor sharp edges – wavy and asymmetrical, leading to a tapered point – you’re careful to avoid, almost positive you’d draw blood with the slightest touch.

“Take it,” he urges, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear.

Obediently, you turn your hand over, your fingers wrapping around the hilt when he presses it against your palm. And as long fingers curl around yours, you idly wonder how old the dagger is – there’s not so much as a scratch on it, yet there’s something about the weapon in your hand that feels ancient. It thrums under your combined touch.

Oikawa jerks his chin at Iwa, and with a short nod and one last, lingering glance cast your way, the latter exits once again.

Leaving you and Oikawa alone with Ryuji.

“It’s almost time,” he remarks – though time for what, you’re not entirely sure. His lips press against your hair, his arm dropping from your shoulder to your waist, drawing you flush against him. “I know why you came to me, the lies that led you here.”

Both of you turn your attention back to Ryuji at that, the bound man now shaking with the force of his muffled sobs, snot dripping from his nose. That bitter resentment rears its ugly head again, soothed only by Oikawa’s pacifying hum, his thumb now rubbing slow circles at your side. “Shh, I’m not angry – none of that matters now. You’ve found a home here, no? You want to stay on the island with me.”

You swallow, nodding your head rapidly. The thought of having to leave now, of being forced out after everything you’ve seen and felt and experienced here, you– you can’t fathom it. You don’t want to.

Ryuji’d wrought so much damage, but even before he’d swept through your life… had you ever been happy? Were you ever truly accepted – or loved, for that matter?

You can’t go back to that life. You won’t; he’ll have to drag you kicking and screaming from the shore. The Commune is your home, this is where you belong. Here, with Oikawa.

“Good girl,” he croons, another kiss pressed to the crown of your head. You beam at the praise and Ryuji crumples a little further. “Death begets life, you understand now, don’t you?”

You glance at the obsidian dagger in your hand and then at Ryu, beaten and bruised, bowed in forced supplication before you, and nod.

His fingers tighten around yours, “Then do it.”

Leaning forward, you reach for Ryu, fingers lightly trailing down his ruined cheek, curling at his chin to coax his head upwards. He squeezes his eyes shut, pain and regret etched over every inch of his face, but he doesn’t fight you.

Baring his throat to your dagger, Ryuji’s pleas take the shape of your name.

Muffled, thanks to the gag, but unmistakable. And for one single moment, you falter.

This… this is wrong; for all his faults, and god knows there were plenty, Ryu didn’t des–

A wave of calm washes over you, allaying your fears, your doubts. Your breath leaves you in a heavy gust, taking with it the tension in your shoulders, and Oikawa’s voice, smooth and honeyed, reaches your ears once more, “Nothing comes without a price, doesn’t he deserve to be the one to pay it?”

With your hand still tucked inside of his, your arm moves with a will of its own; slashing with inhuman grace.

The dagger cuts deep, Ryuji’s eyes snapping open in shock as a spray of warm blood hits you both. He chokes – a horrid, wet, gurgling sound – wide, pleading eyes frantically shifting between you and Oikawa. Every beat of his failing heart sends fresh blood spurting from the gaping wound. It drenches his front, splatters across your dress, your face, crimson pooling at the wooden floorboards at his knees. His mouth falls open and shut, trying and failing to form coherent sounds and you just stand there and watch, the dagger hanging limply at your side.

It doesn’t take long; seconds at the most.

Ryuji’s slumps to the floor, his body finally growing still as the light fades from his eyes. There’s a beat of absolute silence, and then–

Oikawa shudders behind you, a strangled, drawn out moan leaving his lips. You try to turn, but his arms lock around you, every muscle tensing, his back arching. The dagger in your hand grows hot, burning the soft skin of your palm, but with his fingers still tightly entwined with yours you can only whimper and endure it.

With a hoarse, guttural roar, a pulse of pure energy surges through the room like a shockwave. Every cell in your body lights up, electrified, buzzing; a dizzying euphoria unlike any you’ve felt before coursing through your blood.

Across the island, voices cry out in delight, a symphony of life. The trees tremble and shake, invigorated and renewed, fresh buds bursting from the forest floor, blooming under the light of the full moon.

The harvests flourish, even the river swells in response to the call.

Death begets life, just as he promised.

And with every inch of your body alight and singing with pleasure, you can barely think much less protest (and why would you want to?) as Oikawa roughly yanks you around, hungry lips crashing against your own as his fingers pull and tear at your bloodstained dress. He wastes no time with foreplay, and you suspect only begrudgingly takes a moment to hoist you up against him and carry you to his bed.

There’s nothing gentle about the way he hauls your hips to his, sheathing his cock inside of your warm, tight cunt with one savage thrust, but you don’t care.

Not as you cling to him, fingernails raking along his shoulders as he presses your thighs further apart so he can fuck you deeper. It’s hard and rough and brutal, yet you moan for him all the same, his name a prayer swallowed up by feverish, claiming kisses.

Tonight, bathed in blood and the soft glow of moonlight, you offer your god everything.

—

“Look, look!”

A small hand tugs at your skirt, and you glance down to find a little girl with pretty, dark curls holding up a crown of woven flowers.

“Do you like it?” she asks.

Carefully, you take it from her, bringing it closer to examine. She watches you intently as you study it, lifting it this way and that to appraise her work, humming thoughtfully for good measure. “I think it’s beautiful work,” you tell her after a long enough pause, and you can’t help but smile at the way she lights up, preening under your praise. “Why don’t you go show your mama? I’m sure she’ll be very impressed.”

The girl nods rapidly, thanking you before skipping off in the direction of her parents. The sun’s hanging low in the sky, the fires already being readied for the night ahead. You’re not unaware of the watchful gaze that carefully monitors your every move, and the moves of anyone who ventures too close by. Soon enough, you’ll return home to the heart of the island – anticipation fluttering in your belly at the thought of what awaits you – but for now, you let your feet sink further into the sand, closing your eyes as you bask in the lingering warmth of the setting sun.

At least until the sound of your name being called draws you back to the present. Yet it’s not Iwaizumi approaching, but rather Makki, two strangers trailing along behind him.

“Thought I’d find you here,” he grins, throwing a casual arm over your shoulders. “This is Kaneo,” he gestures to the man, “and his wife Manaka. They arrived this morning, I’ve been showing ‘em round.”

You turn to the couple, smiling sweetly as you extend a hand, “Welcome to the Commune.”

#yandere haikyuu #yandere oikawa x reader #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa tooru x reader #cult au #tw: religious themes #tw: dubcon #tw: blood #tw: minor character death #tw: abuse #hades.dark #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader

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chill-pills-yandere-haven · 2 years

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The True Creator

An: at this point I'm writing Sagau lore not Sagau lol. We went from " lol perfect machine learning on a chatbot ai on steroids" to "aight, guess I've got the literal creator of the universe in my brain paying no rent" in terms of OCs that just somehow join in for the ride. Plus, more 'technically godly figure denies Godhood'

Tw: nothing! Not really yandere right now since this is sort of a base for all my one-shots set in this au. Nothing really problematic either, just blob God figuring out humans, emotions, and the idea of relaxation.

In the beginning, there was no darkness.

There wasn't anything. An absence of light, and dark. An absence of sound and smell. They would call it a void, but it was void of that as well. They would be the only one who could truly know what it was like.

After all, they were the Will of Nothingness.

The first, not nothingness, and the first thing to create something that wasn't nothing. It was confusing even to them and this was their birth story.

Eventually, most likely after eons of time, nothing coalesced into something.

Them.

When they first appeared, they couldn't describe their feelings. But now, after millennia upon millennia of writing, creating, and experiencing the stories of their creations, they could. It was a feeling of emptiness.

It was so... lonely.

Empty.

They had to fill it.

They had to fill the nothingness with something. Until there was no nothing left.

But, how?

Wait, they had an idea!

If they were created from nothing, they could create other things from nothing! Well, they assumed they could. However, they couldn't shape the world in this form.

At the moment, they were but a blob of consciousness. They could wiggle and push the nothingness around but not shape it. The little blob decided on a form for themself, they shaped themself into a form similar to that of a Gingerbread man except not flat. They picked up some of the nothingness that filled everything and squished and squeezed it.

Nothing happened.

The little something was determined though. Maybe they just had to try harder? They squished the nothing together once more.

Nothing happened.

They squished it again and again to the point where they finally felt something that wasn't empty or numb.

They felt foolish.

'Just turn into something!'

And so it did.

They had managed to turn nothing into something. It was what could only be described as a small desolate planet without an atmosphere or light. They were feeling something else now. Happiness. They tried to take a closer look at their new creation.

Only then did they realize that it was so dark here that they couldn't even see their new creation.

Feeling something new, annoyance perhaps? They squished more nothing into something, this time thinking to themselves 'I need to look at this thing, turn this nothing into something I can see it with.'

And so it did.

This was what humans would call a star. It was bright, and they weren't able to feel it at the time, but it was also very hot.

They held, floated more accurately, their first something in one hand while their second one was in the other.

They felt complete. This was good.

They needed more.

The will of nothingness made another something, then another, then another, then another.

Yet the nothing was always there.

Eventually, they created other things that were sentient like them. The whole process was quite interesting in fact, stemming from their feelings of loneliness.

The sentient creatures learnt new things and even taught their Creator some things like emotions. When their creations accomplished something or did som3thing in particular, they felt 'joy'. Was this what they felt when they created? If creating was able to so easily bring them joy, they would do it as long as they could.

In this way, many many years have passed. They created and created, never resting despite what most of their creations believed. The whole stress and exhaustion thing just didn't exist for them. Yet, they never stopped learning from and eventually loving their creations.

Eventually, they found out how to make the worlds create themselves, how to let universes sprawl out before them, all in different directions. They found it beautiful, and convenient that they didn't need to be creating 24/7 though that was still what took up the majority of their time as that was what they loved the most.

They loved to immerse themselves in their creations, disguised as a local from the population they were visiting.

One time though, a mortal said something to them when they were disguised as a mortal and revealed their true self to them.

"You work so hard. You've created this life, this world for us to enjoy. You really should experience the world you made, I don't know, maybe go on a vacation somewhere? Try to live a full mortal life?"

This thought had plagued the being's mind for quite a long time. It did sound like a good idea, with all the new possibilities. They had a few ideas on how they could do this and ended up settling on one.

They'd look through the universes for a vessel that piqued their interest, share their body with the original consciousness, then live out life.

The first human month or so had been a bit shaky, what with their new companion getting used to having the creator of the universes and everything in them as a 'mindmate'. Their little human was so creative, that they made up the term 'mindmate' to describe the relationship the two of them had. Roommates but in one mind, they had said.

This human's culture was quite fascinating, the idea of a 'right' and a 'wrong' existing were particularly fascinating. It was somewhat disappointing though for them to find out that it didn't apply to them for some reason. For some reason, all mortal rules just didn't apply to beings like them, gods or deities as humans called them. It didn't seem fair, if these 'moral laws' were somehow passed down by the gods to the humans, shouldn't the gods follow them as well?

After a night where they had been especially full of stories and questions for their human, their human suggested something. So that they would not annoy their human with endless talk and questions.

Their human had recommended 'writing'. A form of creation where they'd use signs to communicate certain ideas and 'stories'. It was practically parallel to how the Will of Nothingness kept track of their creations.

They also realized that keeping track of all the existences, deciding the fates of them and creating them, would be much easier done if in this same sort of 'writing'. After all, their human's first example of writing was kept in the tiny box they called a 'phone'. There was so much of it too! When asked if the tiny box had a limit to how much writing it could show, their human said "technically not, unless you're downloading everything or have no access to wifi."

Sometime soon, they figured out how to convert all the stories, universes, and their fates into writing on their phone using a Google docs account. It was much easier to create universes using writing than squishing nothingness together all the time.

And so they wrote.

They wrote and wrote and wrote.

They had so many things they wanted to experience. So many feelings they wanted to feel for themselves. They longed especially for the feeling that the beings they made called love. So they wrote about it. Everything, every emotion they wanted to experience.

They lived through the stories they created, just as they always did.

Beverages were truly some of the most amazing things humans created.

They, plus their human who was called Asphyne, sat on their cute little cafe chair, taking in the light from one of the many suns they created. This particular species was moving fast in their advancements, well on their planet at least. However,r it was clear that the owner of this haven appreciated the aesthetic qualities of, in their human's perspective, their species in olden times. Time was so minuscule and short for mortals, it still felt weird to keep track of it.

They weren't just here for the amazing drinks though.

All universes, worlds, however one would call them, had a figure that managed the concept of 'death'.

Life was created by either the Will of Nothingness, or it created itself as the Will made it to do. Yet, they were always too reluctant to destroy one of their beautiful creations. So, they created these beings, the ones who brought all things back to what they were originally. Nothing.

They didn't want to, but it was necessary. It helped balance things in each world and the majority of living beings became melancholy if they were immortal. When they explained it to Asphyne, they were surprisingly on board with the whole idea of beings who bring 'death' being good.

They hadn't decided on a name for these creatures, after all, they hadn't even named themselves. They just went with whatever titles were proposed by their human, Asphyne. Their human, however, was quick to come up with names for even the simplest things.

'Will, maybe we can call them deathkeepers or something like that, I mean that is their job, right?'

Asphyne had been calling them Will since they told them about their beginning and the birth of the universes. They said saying, or thinking, Will of Nothingness every time they addressed them was too long. Besides, a title like All-Creator sounded 'too worshipy' for the human.

'I'll be sure to suggest it to Thana when they get here," often, their human's ideas were quite amusing as well. The 'deathkeeper' of this world didn't have a true name either, yet Asphyne once again made a suggestion. Thana, apparently meaning death after one of the human's 'information searches'.

Asphyne momentarily took control of their body and got out their phone. Honestly, the technologies created by all species were quite fascinating, especially this one.

Unlocking their phone by the use of one of their unique traits, they swiped until they reached a miniature icon of one of their favourite games. The first time their human unlocked their phone, they were surprised that they had subconsciously given the species any traits completely unique to individual members of the species.

Genshin Impact, they weren't too enamoured with it, but Asphyne definitely was.

At first, they had even tried to throw the phone while they were first playing it. The phone got hot and they were scared of it burning their human. Humans were deathly fragile after all. After that, Asphyne wouldn't talk to them for a day.

They opened up the game, just wanting to pass time. Of course, it took long for it to load, long enough in fact that Thana, the 'Deathkeeper' could arrive.

Arriving at the table, Thana greeted the will and Asphyne. Just as the Will of Nothingness was about to respond, their phone made a loud notification sound, causing people to look over at them. They swore they always muted their phone too so this was weird.

"I'm so sorry, I'll get that," they picked up their phone and opened it again.

Surprisingly, there was no notification. Other than that Genshin had loaded up. But something was different.

The only thing they could see on the screen was a weird white light. Even more, they felt like they were being sucked into their phone.

That was the first time anyone had ever succeeded in taking God.

#chill pill's yandere haven #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin x reader #yandere #genshin sagau #gn reader #self aware genshin au #chillpillchats

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cookietroop · 2 years

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Mechanic! Reader x Yandere Security Breach Characters

The Last Job Pt.4 2/2

Previously on THE ADVENTURES OF SAM!…….

Sam met almost the entire gang of the Glamrocks and now since his plushy was acting adventurous the T. rex went to the strange jungle area where the great adventurer, sam, tried to stop his companion but his orders were not heard, but what he didn’t know was the trio of animatronics chasing after him, moondrop, chica, and Roxy, now they are after the kid to win the affections of y/n who they believe was the mother of Sam.

But now the real adventure beings in the jungles of Monty the gator who is known to have a bad temper towards some staff and maybe even to the guests if he’s pushed the wrong way.

As Sam chased after his rexy into the giant jungles, the trio of animatronics raced after him while trying to bring the each other down if they had a chance.

Sam finally found rexy in the labyrinth of the jungle and picked her up while giving her a big hug, as he turned to leave he was dumbfounded by the twists and turns, he was lost. Sam panicked when no one else was present and ran throughout the forest and was getting more and more lost.

As he finally sat down he was leaking tears like this was his treacherous fate for leaving Jade and Alex to chase after a plushy that his mother gave him on his birthday when he was 2. As he whimpered and cried out into his rexy plushy a shadow loomed over him.

He stopped when he noticed the shadow and was terrified as he slowly turned but stopped crying when he saw a giant green lizard with glasses.

“Hello little dude! Are you lost?” Asked the gator as he put down his glasses a bit, but the boy stood up and nodded.

“Well follow me!” Said Monty as he proudly picked him up and carried him out.

Sam looked at Monty and his face turned into a happy one with a smile and stared filled eyes as the gator was focused on getting the kid out and safely to the parents.

Sam was starting to believe that Monty was a dinosaur like rexy and I mean what child wouldn’t believe the gator was a Dino? Not Dino obsessed children only the ones who knew the difference between a Dino and a gator.

As they went outside the attraction, sam spotted y/n hurried towards the direction of the main stage and Sam wanting his attention and wanting to tell y/n about his adventures he hopped out of the gator’s arms and went away without another word.

As the gator was about to head back he saw three familiar faces chasing the kid and he caught chica who wanted to continue her chase told him everything in a nutshell before she was let go by a surprise gator who followed the trail.

Now imagine that beginning of every episode of scooby dooby doo where they run because that’s what they look like running after a child like they were a running jackpot.

As Sam was ready to jump towards his auntie that was almost 4 feet away but Jade the cook swooped in at the right time and hurried to go back to the break room. But not before she blinked only one to find him gone like a person who didn’t finish their Spanish lessons on duolingo. (Spanish or Vanish Bitch)

Sam looked up to see the wolf running as fast as a gingerbread man on Christmas Eve as the angry gator, gluttonous chicken, and crawling crescent of a moon raced after them.

But Roxy was fast could see through walls but that didn’t stop her from crashing into a security bot and released the child but not before a pair of arms caught him in time.

“Hello superstar you are lucky I have caught you.” Said the Bear as he put Sam down.

But then the squad of animatronics pulled up like a group of gangsters ready to take items of value.

“Give him up Freddy!” Said Roxy as she lowered herself ready to pounce like a wolf.

“What? Why? Did he do anything wrong?” Asked Freddy as Sam was not paying attention and slipped away to see y/n a few meters away, up on the main stage fixing a generator thingie behind the curtains.

“What are ya blind Freddy? That’s y/n’s kid! Didn’t you even recognize that face? He looks exactly like her!” Whispered Roxy.

Freddy stopped while having that face that looks like that buffering meme but quickly looked at the last place where Sam was but Sam was gone.

But Roxy already scanned the room to see Sam trying to go back stage and raced to the back stage.

As sams tippy toes were enough to reach the door knob and open it, no budge. No security card.

As he jiggled it in frustration a person was already behind him and caught him.

“What are you doing trying to break into the back?!” Said a female as her piercing greens eyes glared at the child.

Sam was of course terrified and hugged his plush toy as he close his eyes in fear of the woman doing something terrible, but before she could do anything a pair of robotic hands snatched him away.

“Naughty Naughty…” Said Moondrop as he carried Sam back the other animatronics who were glaring at the night time security guard, Vanessa.

“Vanessa…. Didn’t think you would be the kind of person to visit during the day time of the plex.” Snarled Roxanne wolf as she gave Vanessa a death glare.

“I should be asking you all why that animatronic is not at the daycare and you all not at you attractions or rooms.” Snapped Vanessa.

“That is not your concern Vanessa, we have other plans to deal with.” Said Roxanne as moondrop gave up the child reluctantly to go back to the daycare where luckily it was still naptime.

“So I may ask why so attached to the kid if I’m going crazy that kid almost looks like y/n-“ Said Vanessa but then realization hit her like a truck.

That was Y/n’s kid. Vanessa looked like she paused but on the inside she was having a full on mental breakdown, who was the father, did she marry before or was it something else.

As she quickly went back to reality she saw the look on the squad, Roxy looking more meaner as she crouch down ready to pounce, Monty distracting the kid, Freddy staring so quietly and menacingly, and the chicken looking like a maniac ready to tear her to pieces as Vanessa struggling for a way out she quickly brought out her security card and opened the door causing Sam to run with his tiny legs to the backstage where Vanessa ran along to get Sam but the squad was on her trail.

As they ran after Sam they stopped to see y/n finished with a repair when she notice that small calls of mom.

“Mama! Mama!” Said Sam as his chubby hands gripped onto her working uniform and tugged on it to get her attention like the little gremlin he was.

“Sam? I thought Jade was still looking after you! Well nothing stops you dino nerdy kerby.” Said Y/n as she boopped Sam’s tiny nose and received a tiny giggle as he held onto his plushy.

As y/n looked up she noticed that everyone was looking at her.

“Jade told y’all Sam went missing? And no he’s my cousin not my son but honestly I would snatched you away easily if it wasn’t for your mom.” Said y/n as she looked at Sam and tickled him.

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As Sam played with his rexy and his Dino gummies, Jade was sulking while Y/n was sweat dropping from Jade and Alex was all tuckered out like an owl that spent the whole night trying to catch prey with low success.

As the place was about to close down a woman and man walked into the place to rushed to Sam who was excited to see them.

“Mama! Papa!” Said Sam as he was picked up by his father.

“Hey sis.” Said Y/n.

“Not a day already and I already smell metal and pizza on this boy, did you not notice him sneaking into the food court?” Said Y/n’s sister as she looked at her.

“Hey don’t blame me! He ate all of his food and he was still hungry and speaking of this place, he somehow gotten a plushy of Monty.” Said Y/n as Sam was having a Dino battle with the new plushy.

“Oh fine, besides guess who’s having a birthday party in the next 2 weeks~?” Said Y/n’s sis as she squished sam’s cheek.

“Oooo! Happy birthday Sam! Don’t be shy to bring your auntie over.” Said Y/n as she baby talked him.

“Mama! Can I go here?” Asked Sam as his star filled eyes already saying please.

“Oh really? Yes as long as the birthday boy doesn’t bring your auntie.” Said Y/n’s sis and y/n paused and turned to her.

“I’m kidding.”

“Alright it’s almost time for you to leave. Bye brother in law! Bye sis! Bye Sammy.” Said y/n as they left with Sam.

“Bye mama!” Said Sam as he made his rexy plushy wave.

“Wow he never fails calling you mom.” Said Jade.

“Yeah but I adored him anyway.” Said Y/n.

“Sammy is coming here?! And it’s going to be his birthday soon?!” Said Chica as she was excited for sam’s return.

“I don’t know but I know Sam all too well, if I’m here he’s gonna follow me like I’m a Dino.” Said Y/n.

“So the little dude is going to be back certainly? Awesome!” Said Roxy.

“Yes and I have the perfect thing in mind.” Said Y/n.

“Well what it is superstar?” Asked Freddy.

“My lips are sealed.” Said Y/n but then her phone rang.

“Excuse me.” Said Y/n as she looked at the phone and went away quickly.

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“Y/n, we have a security guard position that needs to be filled up on the spot.” Said a male voice over the phone.

“What do you mean Scott? I’m not up for the position and you know I don’t have any expertise on that position.” Said Y/n.

“I know but Blake has a situation at home along with Jade, Macy is too easy to distract, and Alex is easily afraid of the dark and too paranoid, only you seem to match up the qualities, and besides I can give you a raise if you take this on.” Offered Scott.

“Fine I’ll take it on as long as you don’t force me into those security uniforms they are tight and I feel like I get spied on if I wear it too often.” Said Y/n.

“Deal, thank you.” Said Scott and he immediately hanged up.

Y/n sighed tiredly as she put up her phone and quickly went out of the pizza plex to get her jacket and flashlight.

As she looked at the giant building she just exited she sighed and muttered to herself that it was going to be a long tiresome night.

(Answer to the last part: Vanessa was the new yandere character )

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