#yandere pronouns

[queersrus]

Yandere / BPD / OLD theme

exclusively for those who experience obsessive tendencies / pw bpd/old

tagging @the-yanderess

(Nick)Names:

b, bee/bea, bord, border, borderli, borderlin, borderline, borderlina, bordel/bordell/bordelle, bp d, dee, dar, darl/darle, darli, darla, darlin, darline, darling, darlina, darlene/darleen fee/fi/fie, fifi, fa/fay/fey, fav/fave, favo, favou, favour/favoure/favor/favore, favouri/favori, favourit/favourite/favorit/favorite, fp oe, obe, obse, obsess/obsesse, obsessa, obsessi, obsessiv/obsessive, obsessiva, obsesser, od/odi/odee/odie, ode po/poe, posse, possess, possessi, possessia, possessio, possesser, possessiv/possessive, pd stay, stal, stalk, stalker, stalki, stalkin, stalkine, stalket/stalkett/stalkette ya, yan, yanette, yanelle, yanetta, yanella, yandera, yandette, yandetta, yandelle, yandella, yanderette, yanderetta, yanderelle, yanderella, yanin/yanine, yanina, yandin/yandine, yandina, yanderin/yanderine, yanderina, yana, yany/yani/yanie/yanni, yano, yane, yanetto, yanetti/yanettie, yanello, yanelli/yanellie, yandero, yanderi/yandery, yanderie, yandetto, yandetti/yandettie, yandello, yandelli/yandellie, yanderetto, yanderetti/yanderettie, yanderello, yanderelli/yanderellie, yanino, yanini/yaninie, yanick/yannick, yanifer, yandino, yandini/yandinie, yanderino, yanderini/yanderinie, yanex, yandex, yaness/yanesse, yanessa, yandess/yandesse, yandessa, yanderess/yanderesse, yanderessa, yanez, yandez, yandel

Titles:

the yandere, the yangire, the yanderess, the yangiress, the borderlined, the one with bpd, the one with old, the obsesser/obsessor, the obsession, the obsessive one, the darling, the possisser/possessor, the possessive one, the fp, the favoured, the favourite, the favourite one, the favourite person, the one with fp's, the one with many fp's, the stalker

(prn) who is possessive, (prn) who is obsessive, (prn) who has bpd, (prn) who has fp's, (prn) who has old, (prn) who reclaims yandere, (prn) who stalks, (prn) who reclaims stalker

this yandere, this stalker, this darling, this obsession, this possession, this favourite, this yangire

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

y/ye/yan/yanself y/yan/yans/yanself y/yan/gi/yangine/yangireself o/olde/oldi/oldine/oldiself o/obse/obsessi/obsessine/obsesself o/obse/obsessi/obsessine/obsessineself o/obse/obsessi/obsessine/obsessiveself b/bpde/bpdine/bpdinself bi/borde/borderli/borderline/borderlines pi/posse/possessi/possessine/possesiself pi/posse/possessi/possessive/possessiveself fa/ve/fave/persine/favepersiself f/p/fp/fpine/fpiself

2nd p prns: you/your/yourself

ya/yander/yandereself y/yan/yans/yanself y/yanr/yanrs/yanrself o/oldr/oldrs/oldrself o/ol/olds/oldself o/obs/obsess/obsesself o/obsesser/obsessers/obsesserself b/bpdr/bpdrs/bpdrself bo/bor/borders/borderself bo/border/borderlines/borderlineself po/possesser/possessers/posseserself po/possesser/possesives/possessiveself fp/fpr/fprs/fprself fa/per/favepers/faveperelf

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/theirself

bp/d, b/pd, border/line, borderline/borderlines, bpd/bpds be/loved, belove/beloved bleeding/heart be/long, belong/belongs, be/belong, be/longing, be/belonging, belong/belonging cyber/stalk, cyberstalk/cyberstalks, cy/cyberstalk dar/ling, dar/darling, darling/darlings fp/fps, f/p, f/fp, fave/person, favourite/person kni/knife, knife/knifes, kni/fe mi/ne, mi/mine, mine/mines, my/mine my/darling, my/beloved, my/fp, my/obsession ol/d, o/ld, old/olds, obsess/obsesses, obsess/obsessive, obses/sive, obses/sion, obsess/obsession, ob/obsess possess/possessive, posses/sive, posses/sion, possess/possession, possess/possesses, po/possess stalk/stalks, stalk/stalker, stalk/stalking, sta/alk, sta/stalk yan/yans, yan/dere, yan/yandere yan/gire, yan/yangire, yangire/yangires

[yxami]

Not a request !! Just wanted to share

But ughhh- Imagine how cute it would be if reader is finally dating Yandere!Streamer. 😣😩

Like the viewers are DYING to know who this mystery girl behind the camera is. Occasionally, she makes her little cameos–a hand giving him his energy drink, a figure seen walking past in the background, a voice that’s obviously not from him– Seriously, who could this be???

The viewers concluded that it just might be his mom or sister.

But oh boy were they wrong.

He was streaming like usual and- Oh look! Here comes the mystery girl! What’s that? He turned towards her direction, causing half of his face to go off camera? What’s he doin-

Was that the familiar sound of a kiss?!?

He comes back to look at his screen only to see the chat being spammed with question marks.

Dunno, just a little brainrot. 💁‍♀️

So cuteee, if he were ever to pop up with hickeys from reader they’d probably freak out questioning whether he actually did have a girlfriend or not.

He prefers to keep reader private for her safety and mainly for the fact that he’s a greedy little bitch and wants you to only be his spectacle, not for his viewers that donate him their entire life savings.

Even if his readers were begging and whining for you to be shown he’d simply ignore the comments and make random shit to talk about.

Yandere streamer would likely still be as creepy as he was before, he’d act like your fan rather the other way around. He’d observe every face you made during the window’s of time the two of you had with his long lives, putting you into positions where he could admire your entire body.

Even if you were to cherish him as the idol and favorite streamer you used to see him as, he’d be double if not triple the amount of a fan for you. He’d give you money whenever you wanted, make you a mod in his streams if you wanted, and let you have full range on his server for his fans.

But only work as a normal person in his streams! “Never reveal yourself as my girlfriend, I don’t want people harassing you!” He’d always say.

He’d spoil you with beautiful clothes, including cute little dresses he would like to see you in, admiring your every move and the floor you walk on. He’d find ways to serve you when he wasn’t streaming.

For example, he’d learn how to cook from videos he saw and try to impress you with dinner after you come home from working, even learning how to massage sore places to relax you.

He’d basically treat you like his hardworking wife rather than a girlfriend.

[smallestapplin]

I love your stories and the way you write! I'd like to request a story for Alucard as a loving yandere, it's rare to see anyone writing for game castlevania these days!Perhaps female s/o originally found him and awakened him to help beat dracula together after Richter went AWOL and afterwards he took her with him home?

I am so sorry. You sent this back in august and I've been dying 😭 I hope you like it, though I'm very sorry if it's a little all over the place. Please enjoy QwQ also I love you, thank you for allowing me to write castlevania. I adore the games so much.

🔞Cw : light possessive/yandere thoughts🔞

Word count : 2,044

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When Alucard was awoken he expected to see a Belmont, or someone related to such, knowing the only reason to awaken him is for dire circumstances. Yet when his golden eyes opened to see who, it was just…you?

The tall vampire lowered himself to the ground, walking towards you. His eyes never leave your frame.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, but I knew you’d be the only one who could help us.”

“What happened.” He sighs, knowing exactly what you’re going to say.

“The castle of Dracula is back.”

Because of course, it is.

“But with its sudden appearance, Richter went missing!”

“Richter?” He supposes that’s someone of importance.

“Yes, he’s a Belmont and was determined to put an end to this, but he hasn’t been back for three years and that castle is still there. Please, I don’t know who else to turn to, no one else is strong enough to face the monsters of that castle.”

You don’t back away as he gets closer, it intrigues him.

He takes notice of how small you are compared to him, but that’s not saying much as he’s aware his height is not humanly possible to reach.

“You’re no Belmont, who are you?” His eyes never leave you, taking in every detail he can.

You have no courting gifts on your person, so you’re not a lover of one.

His ears twitch at the sound of your name, one which he repeats.

“I am a friend of the family, and I’m worried for him. I’d like to help you defeat Dracula and save my friend.”

He hasn’t had a companion in what, three hundred years? Oh, Trevor is mocking him in the grave, he just knows it.

“You may tag along, but I warn you this will take longer with you traveling with me. Dracula’s monsters are not to be underestimated.”

Why is it that when your eyes light up he feels something…warm inside his chest? He’s a monster just like the rest, he shouldn’t taint such lively humanity.

“Of course! I’ll do anything I can to help!”

The vampire hums, walking passed you as he takes his leave, with you tailing right behind him. He hates the feelings stirring inside him, he’s a creature of the night, a disgrace, and you are a saint in his eyes.

Day in and day out as you two travel, heading straight for Dracula’s castle, he can’t help but find himself smitten with you.

“Do you need to eat?”

“If you’re asking if I need blood, no I don't, I can eat whatever you bring.”

“Oh.”

He finds it so cute how you worry over him.

You’ve only met him days ago and yet you still insist on checking on him. You’re so warm, so inviting.

That Belmont is lucky to have someone like you as his friend.

But something twists in Alucard’s chest, something darker. Just how lonely had he been all this time? It was better for everyone in his mind, and yet here he is, longing for you to stay.

It grows each night as you sleep peacefully at your little campsite.

Every time he looks at your resting form, he can’t help but feel the urge to hold you, to have you, to listen to you whisper your love for him.

You wouldn't want a monster like him as a lover, he's a vampire for heaven's sake! You deserve someone who could properly love you as you should be.

And yet each night he finds himself sitting closer to you, each night he finds himself inching closer to your sleeping body.

If he's close enough he could feel your warmth.

How he wishes to curl around you, cape over you two just to bask in it.

The weeks it takes you two to get to the castle are some of the best and worst for Alucard.

You seem to find his dry humor and sarcasm hilarious, even shooting back with your sass.

He wonders how the Belmont managed to have you so close...

With the castle in sight, he can't help but feel a pit form in his stomach.

He's just one step closer to losing you.

"Alucard quickly, the gate!" Your voice brings him from his thoughts as he sees the gate's door being raised.

He huffs, grabbing you, having you over his shoulder as he sprints towards it. His vampiric speed lets him get there just before it closes.

And with a jump, he makes it, landing perfectly.

His arm around your hips and thighs doesn't loosen, but he can feel you shaking.

"Are you alright?" His voice was low, edging on being gentle.

You take a shaky breath, trying to steel your nerves.

"Yeah...yeah I'm okay. Just a warning next time, please?"

Next time? You want to spend more time with him, is that what you're saying? He carefully sets you down, making sure you're behind him as he turns to face the rest of the castle.

He narrows his eyes which stay locked onto the enemies ahead.

The low deep growls of the beasts before you keep you on guard.

"Stay behind me. I will protect you."

He stayed true to his word, you're almost certain he didn't even need you here. You watch in awe how the dhampir makes quick work of enemies, most of the time he'd catch them before they could even touch you.

In turn, if you could not put your sword to work, you decided to put your mage abilities to good use then, healing Alucard when the hips got to be too much for him.

Death couldn't get close to you, even when taking Alucard's items and yours. Yet you two held firm, pressing onward to put a stop to this and find your friend.

Walking through the castle, getting closer and closer to the end of the hallway you have to tell him.

"It's impressive how quickly you adapt to using weapons and items that aren't yours."

To you, you think he glances at you casually, as if he's done this all before.

But you miss the soft look in his eyes.

"My father and his minions made sure I could fight. I honed my skills in killing any monster in my path."

You know there must be so much to his story but you don't press for more, he's been through enough.

"Still, the skill of yours is deserving of praise. Do you think you could teach me sometime?"

Alucard can feel his heart pounding.

Why do his hands feel clammy? Has the room gotten hotter? Before he could answer as you two walk through the door, his words die in his throat at the sight of a human sitting in the stadium, laughing.

"Who are you?" But his question goes ignored.

"Servants, come forth from the gates of hell!"

Alucard widens his stance to fight, placing an arm in front of you to block you, yet his attention is pulled from the man to the two summoned monsters on either side of you two.

You jolt forward, hands on Alucard's bicep as you seem shocked.

"....Your blood. The scent of your blood. You're a Belmont!"

"Richter!" You finally call out, you should be relieved to see your friend is alive but it's tainted in confusion and hurt at his behavior.

"Attack! Rid my castle of these pests!"

With that he sits back, watching you and your companion fight for your lives against the Minotaur and werewolf. Though he's so disappointed when you two manage to beat them, and leaves before you could land the final blow.

You rush over to Alucard once it's safe, worry etched on your face.

"Are you okay? You didn't get hit too bad, did you?" You check him over, unaware of the emotions coursing through him at that moment.

He grinds a hand up slowly, placing it on your cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing across your skin.

"I'm alright, but what about you?"

He could feel a foreign feeling bubbling in his throat, almost akin to a purr when you lean into his touch.

"I'm fine. But that was Richter but he...he'd never want to resurrect Dracula, or do anything of this."

His heart hurts seeing you so conflicted.

"Worry not, we will stop him."

"Just...please don't kill him."

Alucard takes a deep breath, easing the anger welling up inside him. Do you want to protect that Belmont? He might've been your friend, but he just sicced monster at you two without a care.

He even had the nerve to call you a pest!

But how can he say no to the pitiful expression of yours?

"I'll do what I can."

Making your way once more through the castle, finding relics that you need, and trying to fight monsters for their items. You run into Maria, who's so happy to see you, even if she questions the stoic man next to you.

Alucard stays quiet as you two converse, though you seem relieved when she hands you the holy glasses. You're quick to hand them to Alucard.

He's already tired of everyone when he defeats a possessed Belmont, that annoys Priest Shaft by having the nerve to make him go through another castle.

But you are at his side, talking with him, healing him, and giving him just small touches to his arms and back.

He never realized how touch-starved he had become.

His quick strides become slow, he doesn't want this adventure to end, he needs to keep you with him.

He can't let you go, he can't let anyone hurt you.

As the castle goes up in a blinding light, he can faintly hear you happily chatting with your friends, how you sound close to tears knowing they made it alright.

The words of his father rang still clear in his ears.

'You're more like me than you think.'

He dreads ever thinking he'd be anything like Dracula.

But as he looks at you, he sees your smile.

He can understand his father's actions a little better.

Just the thought of you dying sends him into a frenzy.

"Alucard, I-"

"Come with me."

You jump back, a little shocked at his words.

"I'm...I'm sorry?"

The nearly seven-foot-tall man hunches over, making himself level with you.

"Join me in my travels. You make a perfect companion."

After watching you fight alongside him, even watching you fight the fake versions of his old friends in there.

How you came right back to his side to offer him comfort.

How you did the same right after the fight with the succubus.

He needs you.

You make him feel loved, and wanted, even if he's just a monster like the rest.

"What!? You can't expect them to go with you!"

His golden eyes lock with Richter's blue ones.

The Belmont looks flabbergasted the dhampir even suggested that.

"Richter, let them decide. They did save you and the world with his help you know."

He snaps his head towards Maria, mouth agape.

"I understand that, but who knows what other dangers they could face out there!"

Your chuckle brings them all to silence. Richter has always been so worried for you and your safety, much like a protective brother to you.

"Thank you for the concern, Richter, but I think I'll be fine." You look to Alucard, a soft smile on your face.

"I'd love to join you. This entire trip has been so much fun."

You can feel your knees go weak at the barely there smile that graces Alucard's face.

"I won't let you regret it."

As you bid farewell to your friends, promising to visit them.

You're blind to how Alucard eyes your neck.

If he turns you, you'd be stuck with him for the rest of your life, you could never leave him, and you'd be his betrothed for the end of time.

He could make or find you two a nice place.

Oh, he wants to hold you like he's dreamed of since the start of your journey.

And now you'll be alone with him, with no one expecting you home soon or at all.

You're his now.

He won't make the same mistake his father made, he will never leave you alone.

[churrobread]

WARNINGS ?! Possessiveness, obsessive behavior !

Yandere! Alpha who never really cared for anything until you came. A transfer student.

Yandere! Alpha was immediately mesmerized by your charisma. He was surprised to find out that you were an alpha too. Maybe you two could be friends? 'Do you want to be friends?'

Yandere! Alpha spent most of his time with you. He liked talking with you—you were just so interesting.

Yandere! Alpha who was in first denial when he found out he liked you. I mean how could he like another alpha? He only likes you as a friend, right?

Yandere! Alpha started becoming possessive towards you. He hated it when your friends took away the attention that was meant to be for him.

Yandere! Alpha did his best to split you and your friends apart, just so he could comfort you afterward. 'They don't deserve you—you're better than them. Don't let them get to you, okay?'

Yandere! Alpha was ecstatic when you said you'll help him in his studies. An opportunity to spend more time with you!

Yandere! Alpha never cared for his academics until he found out you liked smart guys. He studied day and night just to be as intelligent as you—so you can praise him for his progress!

Yandere! Alpha purposely tells the wrong answer when you're studying together so he could spend more time with you. 'Hm... I don't quite understand this part.'

Yandere! Alpha who just seems to can't get enough of you! You were just so sweet and kind. The world doesn't deserve to see your mesmerizing beauty!

Yandere! Alpha who keeps begging you to stay at his place whenever you guys finish your study sessions. He kept begging you every night 'til you finally agreed. 'What should we do first? I have a lot in mind!'

Been obsessed with the trope of alpha x alpha lately so...

I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if there's grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language and this was just a short idea! <3

[messagesfromthestarrs]

The Monster Under Your Bed

There is a monster under your bed. It has been there for years now. Ever since that fateful summer night, as a child, you forgot to close your window. It slid in, one with the shadows, finding refuge underneath the warmth of your body and bedsheets.

It knew It would be safe, with you there above It. It spent weeks, months, unnoticed. But perhaps, as a child, you'd had sharper senses, a sixth sense even, and kept looking under your bed, trying to figure out what's off.

the monster wanted so bad for you to see It, and back then even It was so naive, just an extension of the shadows. It trusted you already, and It thought you knew about It already. It had made itself the the shadows of your toys, the imaginary friend, spending days in your closet and nights under your cot. It thought the two of you were friends. So, It summoned all It's strength at the time and took a semi solid form. It saw your eyes widen, and It heard you scream with what It could only assume was joy. Surely you would have been happy to finally see the friend your parents always told you was fake? You were even running out of your room and calling for them!

But the thing was, It didn't like your parents. They were always oh so strict, telling you to put your toys away and go to sleep, then to wake up and go to school. They kept insisting that It didn't exist, that you would grow up and realise how stupid you were as a child, talking to the shadows. It didn't want to waste It's energy on gracing them with It's presence. To be honest... It was even slightly scared of them. They could take you away from It.

No, It would never let such a horrendous thing happen. As soon as It's strength increased, It would focus on making a bond between the two of you first, so you could be forever together. Most of It's kin simply went from host to host, causing nightmares and never staying long. Most of It's kin had abilities related to disguises and quick escapes. None cared for anything other than Themselves. Originally, It had been like that too. But after It found you... It changed It's mind.

Everytime you went to call for your parents, begging them to see under the bed, they would simply be unable to. You called It a monster, begging your parents to just believe you for once. They didn't listen, called you stupid and childish. At one point, you wanted to start sleeping in the same room as them again. They just laughed.

At first, It felt hurt. Really hurt. But It didn't hold it against you. Maybe It just needed to improve its form? And possibly get rid of your parents? And then, surely the two of you would finally get to have all the fun in the world.

This continued till your teenage years. Soon enough, you started arguing with your parents more. They started yelling more. You started crying more. It didn't know whether to be happy or not. On the brighter side, you were spending time away from those killjoys, and spending more time in your bed, above It. On the other hand... you seemed troubled. Even It could notice that. So It would slither up sometimes, extend and arm towards you, cold but caring. And you would cry more, It was sure in happiness.

Nowadays, things were different yet similar. You had moved out of your parents' house now, and It had followed, ever faithful. Your new home was just as cold and filled with shadows as your old, so It liked the place very much. It had grown in power, just as you had grown in understanding.

You still had to go to that horrible job of yours, and even to university, but It was a very patient being. At the end of the day, you would collapse into bed, and dream of a better life. And The Monster? It was just happy to be in your presence, under your bed. All it wanted was You.

And Its wish came true. It spent hours in the morning, craving your warmth on top of the bed as it paced in the shadows. And you listened! you left your job, stopped going to classes, stopped talking to 'friends' (It didn't like them, It didn't like that you were smiling with them, and not with It.), you just, existed.

You begun laying in bed all day, wrapped up in blankets in the dark. And oh how happy The Monster was! How kind and caring were you, to devote every second of your existence to It! It craved your presence and your attention, and that's what It got.

You stared into the darkness, and the darkness stared back. And for once, you neither screamed nor cried. You did not smile or blink or speak. And when It reached out, the darkness alongside, you let it.

[zhongrin]

OK BUT IMAGINE ZHONGLI LIKE THIS IN HIS REX LAPIS DAYS HJJSKSJHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

cw.blood / tw.blood, fem!pronouns

"now then… are you going to try and run away again, darling?"

"behave." *chuckles* ".... good girl."

"look carefully, dearest. this is what happens when people try to touch what's mine. don't you dare avert your eyes."

"how disappointing. i thought someone who would dare to covet a god's possession would be more of a challenge than this pathetic whelp."

[i-cannot-spell-chaos]

POV: your Miguel going to villain spider reader clinic instead of his actual doctor

Miguel: an apple a day keeps the (mumbling) away

Villain spider reader: keeps what away?

Art Made by me because I couldn't write!

Miguel crying to reader after chasing Miles: he slammed me into the ground and now my back hurts

Villain spider reader waking up because if his crying at 3 am: Miguel o hara your appointment is today at 8 am get out of my apartment!

Villain reader stealing things from Miguel 🤝 Hobie also steaming from Miguel

Villain spider reader can't use webs but they can jump. Also carries Gwen , hobie, pavitr, and miles on his back. Villain reader abilities are based off a wolf spider if you want some hints on the story. Because those Google searches matter when it comes to beating this shit out of Miguel before giving him a kiss to make him feel better.

Villain reader is deeply afraid of getting to close to Miguel o hara after being tackled and dragged into the HQ once because he wanted a goodbye kiss and and reader just ran ignoring him entirely.

Context reader is pansexual and has an ex husband who is one of the spider man's in the movie but that's for you to guess!

[imagine-silk]

Yandere Stardew Valley

Sam

He believes you need protection. It's not too bad because it's a small town and he knows everyone. He's fine with you being around people he deems safe. But if anyone who hasn't been through his vetting process is near you, i.e tourist, he will be next to you in a second. God forbid they don't meet his standards. If so, he'll start to get violent to them. Not you of course, never you.

It starts as not so thinly veiled threats, then he pushes you behind him, and if it does escalate to a fight he only stops when they give up. You can convince him to stop if you tell him he's scaring you, he can't have you scared of him. His full attention will be focused on you now.

However this might not always work. He knows he's not the smartest so he tends to think a lot more when it comes to you. If you tell him not to do something and he feels it's necessary, he'll think about it when he is alone. With no voice of reason he will get to a movie like conclusion; the weak-hearted damsel is in need of a knight. So when he maims someone it will be away from you.

He's mostly fine but will turn violent to anyone he feels can hurt you.

Sebastian

You will never know. He is fully lucid and only cares because he knows it would scare you. Again, mostly safe. He is not disillusioned to think you can't handle yourself, you tend to the farm and mines all day. But he wants you to be his and if anything threatens your relationship is when he gets to work.

If any other bachelor/bachelorette starts pursuing you he will see them as a rival and make them look bad. Haley now is a lot more selfish and mean, so why settle for someone who doesn't seem to like you. Elliot is aimless and constantly getting abandoning his projects, who says he'll even stay in Stardew Valley.

Sam and Maru would only avoid this because he'll redirect them. He encourages Maru to pursue her work, something she is very passionate about. And he gets Sam to go out with Abigail. Speaking of Abigail, if she asks him out and doesn't take the rejection well, she becomes a problem. She will be very passive-aggressive to you. He'll tell her to stop but she stubbornly stands her ground. At that point he's pissed and tells her he will never love her because of how stupid she's acting. It ruins their relationship for a while but they make-up, they always have.

He lives out a fantasy normal life with you, what more could he want?

Emily

Fully delusional.

She comes out the gate swinging. After knowing you for only a few weeks she confesses her love and how you're meant to be together. Her sheer unpredictability ensures you will never escape her. Giving you the sweetest sentiments while telling you to stay with her forever. Not that you have a choice.

Kidnaps you very early on. Why wait? She had trouble with you making noise at her house, so she moved into your house while you were sleeping. How? You will never know. But what more could you want? She feeds you, bathes you, loves you. Even while you kick and scream.

If anyone tried to save you, they would become a stain on the floor and not much else.

[marshmallowdarling]

♡Saved (Spencer Reid-Criminal Minds)♡

Hey Bubs!!

This is a request from the lovely @pure-honeylamb !!! Sorry for the wait but I had to write this twice and I still don't 100% like it! I have so many thoughts though on this character even though I haven't watched Criminal Minds and have only read things and watched clips!! I deff wana write more of him (and yes I did listen to a Spencer playlist while writing this oop-) Reminder that my requests are open!!

✧1720 words ✧Spencer Reid x Reader ✧THEY/THEM Pronouns

Hope you enjoy Bubs! ~Mwah

A loud crash followed by multiple profanities rings out in the small apartment. Stirring from their slumber, (H/C) locks peek out from a knitted blanket before their owner pulls the blanket up further to completely cocoon themself.  

Wiggling around a bit to try and go back to sleep, it turns futile and only angers (Y/N) as they grumble and begrudgingly sit up. The soft but thick blanket falls onto their lap as they rub at their (E/C) orbs, a bit too harsh, to try and rub the rest of their sleepiness away.

They sit there for a second, eyes half closed and sitting on a plush surface with warmth surrounding them as their mind disassociates from being yanked from dream land to the present. 

Finally, being able to function a bit more as their brains cog’s start to spin and warm up, they look around to see the familiar sight of small stacks of books and papers littered around the ground and any other surface. 

“Oh, did I wake you love?” Hearing an apologetic voice to their side, (Y/N) rolls their still foggy head to see a dishevelled Spencer Reid holding a half full sack of sugar.

(Y/N) can only manage some sort of noise, half grunt half groan, as they wave him off and eye the sugar. 

“Sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. “I wanted to make some coffee, but there wasn’t any sugar left in the little bowl, so I tried to get the big packet we have stuffed in the back of the cupboard but then it got stuck and when I managed to yank it out- It… kinda… ripped and sugar spilt everywhere.”

Looking at the rambling man, it’s hard for (Y/N) to believe that this same mess of a man was the same one who had kidnapped them. 

Still half asleep, (Y/N)’s brain can only grasp half of what he’s saying. Not wanting him to keep rambling as it’s still way to early from them to be awake, and also not wanting to hear him ramble on about statistics that they 100% know he’s going to start to do. (Y/n) brings their blanket covered hands to grab his. 

Spencer stutters at the contact but (Y/N) just hauls their body up with the help of Spencer from the sofa they fell asleep on while watching their comfort series, which has now been turned off probably because of Reid himself, before wrapping the blanket around their shoulders and waddling to their room. 

(Y/N) debates getting ready with the warm blanket, but ultimately throws it onto their bed when they think of it getting wet and heavy in the process.

Stumbling into the bathroom with less grace than they would like, (Y/N) turns on the tap to start their morning routine. Brushing their teeth half asleep, washing their face which wakes them up a bit more, slapping whatever skin care they use and are bothered putting on that morning before finishing with moisturiser. 

Taking one look in the mirror, their lazy brain says to just leave their messy hair. Knotted from tossing and turning in their sleep, but the rational part of their brain reminds them that they will have to try to untangle those knots later when they’re worse. So, with distaste, they grab their brush and start the fight of brushing their (H/L) out.  

(Y/N)’s arms already feel sore from trying to move them while asleep, so they throw any thought of styling or putting their hair up in any way out the window as they walk out the bathroom door a bit more elegantly than before. 

Making sure to doge all the books and lose papers on the floor, (Y/N) walks into the kitchen to find Spencer putting the brightly coloured broom on the corner wall. There are two cups of coffee on the kitchen counter, one straight black in a plain dark navy mug, and another with just the correct ratio of milk and sugar that (Y/N) likes in a black mug with a printed white cat wearing a cowboy hat saying “Meow’dy”.

A (S/C) hand comes to pick the black cat mug by its body, (Y/N) seemingly unfazed by the scolding ceramic as they breathe in the warm scent of roasted beans to finally wake up their brain. 

Blowing onto the swirling milky liquid to cool it down, (Y/N) takes a tentative sip to make sure they don’t burn their mouth and they almost sag at the delicious taste. 

“You really know how to make good coffee.” (Y/N) mumbles, forcing themself not to gulp the liquid gold down as they remember the last time they had done that, they ended up with a burnt mouth as well as a scolding from Spencer. 

“Thank you love. Actually, it’s all in the temperature you use for the roasting.” Spencer replies trying not to go into a deep ramble about how he makes coffee, his heart swelling at the thought of his darling enjoying something he made. 

They both stand in comfortable silence, (Y/N) leaning their back onto the kitchen counter as the only sounds are blowing and sipping of coffee. 

Eyeing the window on the other side of the flat, (E/C) eyes gaze over to the window looking down on the busy streets of Washington DC. There’s a thin fog over the world as the sun starts to peak its rays out and (Y/N) suspects the outside smells like rain, but they can’t test that theory once their eyes glance down to the bolts on the window sill. 

It was hard to think about their life before this. To put it bluntly it was toxic and unbelievably draining, from their family and friends, to school and work, and god knows they only had a handful of people who gave them a lick of kindness in their life. It was draining every single day to the point of (Y/N) only having enough energy just to survive in their own body much less do the things they needed to do that day.

Taking another sip of coffee, their eyes roam over the man in front of them. 

Was this life so much better than their old life though? Being trapped in a house with a hyper intelligent, awkward man with no social skills who works for the FBI and is a potential psychopath.

Spencer sends (Y/N) a smile when he sees them looking at them, but they just cover their face by tilting their cup up higher than necessary to their lips. 

When (Y/N) was first kidnapped and brought here they were rightfully scared out of their mind, crying and bargaining and trying to get away from the person they thought were a friend. 

Spencer had tried to calm them down in his own round about kind of way, shushing them softly with promises of him never hurting them, trying to explain everything but ultimately getting into the logistics of everything and just setting off (Y/N) more because of the confusion and his psychotic rantings. 

Slowly though, (Y/N) started seeing that Reid wouldn’t hurt them, and they could now process the things he was rambling on about (mostly). 

He kidnapped them to keep them away from the bad things, from the pain of their day-to-day life. He just wants to keep them safe and loved (his words not theirs). 

Now while (Y/N) doesn’t agree with his methods, it’s not all that bad. He gives them their own space, their own room to decorate with whatever and they are free to do the same with the shared living area and kitchen. They get their favourite foods and snacks without asking, anything to fuel their hobbies, a coded phone and laptop so they can’t get help from anyone but keep themselves entertained as well as a flat screen TV and any gaming console their heart might desire. With the cherry on top of having no normal life stresses, no toxic family or friends, no school or job to kill themselves working over.

The only thing (Y/N) has to do is stay in the apartment and maybe indulge Reid when he rants once in a while. Reid would never force (Y/N) to interact with him, all he wants them to do is to be staying healthy by eating and indulging themselves in what he gives to them, but slowly (Y/N) likes to listen to his ranting. How his mind jumps from one thing to another while he goes through all the statistics, and once when they saw him play with some cards and Spencer had asked if they wanted to play, they bonded over multiple card games even though they were a bit pouty when he kept winning. 

“I took today off; would you like to play cards over breakfast?” Spencer asks while moving over to the fridge to look over the contents. 

(Y/N) knows this is bad, this whole situation is wrong. Even though Spencer wanted to keep them safe, the way he did it was wrong and immoral and (Y/N) doesn’t think they will every fully get over it. 

But when they see him smile at them while they do something small, like thank him for food or listen to his ramblings or just come out of their room and indulge themself with the things he had bought to keep them occupied. (Y/N) lets themself just live in the moment. 

“Sure.” Hesitating for a second, their eyes shoot down to their cup to try and hide their embarrassment. “Thank you for the coffee.” (Y/N) says softly.

“Of course love.” Taking (Y/N)’s empty cup from their hands, Spencer smiles down at them.

“You know I love you right?” (Y/N) nods, they know that obviously, he says it constantly. “You don’t have to love me back; I just want you happy.” 

His brown eyes soften as he puts the cups down next to them and reaches up to cup their cheek, giving them enough time and space to avoid it but when they just stand there Spencers eyes turn wide in shock. 

“Let’s play crazy eights?” (Y/N) asks, tilting their head slightly into his palm.

(Y/N) wouldn’t really say, or admit really, that Spencer had ‘saved’ them from their old life like he puts it. 

But they would be okay, it would all be okay for them.

[ezri261]

Small drabble since I've been hit with writers block for quite a while and haven't posted part 4 yet.

Note: This is not apart of the personal assistant story.

What happens when reader is just as crazy as the yandere?

Yandere Scaramouche x Insane Reader

Warnings: mentions of dead bodies, ooc scaramouche, him just being overall clingy

"You're home quite early"

He snuggled up to you, letting his hands snake around your waist, properly giving you a back hug.

"I sent you a letter..?"

"What letter? I never got one."

"Oh, so they didn't send it directly to you..."

He suddenly let go of you and made you face him with his hands on your shoulders. He looked quite furious but you were used to his behavior.

"I told one of your men to send you a letter on why I'm coming home early, I suppose it didn't reach to you?"

Now, he was raging mad, how dare his subordinate not give him a letter that was meant for him?!

That night, he came home with a bloody clothes, with him carrying a chopped off head. The head looked unrecognizable, i seemed as though he tortured his subordinate until he got bored.

How'd he know that this was the subordinate that didn't send the letter? No idea either.

"(N/N), I have a surprise, come to the living room!"

He shouted, immediately hearing footsteps come downstairs. You came down, rushing since you missed your boyfriend husband. Of course, you knew what he went to do, you just didn't stop him because you were bored

"... Scara"

"Do you like it?"

He went closer to you, having a smile that could give nightmares for days. He wanted to see your reaction, your delighted face and your praises.

"You're such a good boy Scara... Always doing everything for me..."

You said endearingly, taking the head and inspecting it, before carefully setting it aside and going to cup his cheeks

"Thank you for the gift, darling. I appreciate it."

Scaramouche was no fool to your insane mind, he took advantage of it. He was ecstatic to hear that you were just as insane as him. He lived for it.

He smiled back up you and nuzzled his head on your neck, wanting more.

"Such a big baby... But you've done so many good things for me, like; killing people I don't like, giving me everything I want, giving me so much love. You deserve a reward, no?"

"I will give you everything you want just as long as you stay with me. And if anyone were to hurt you, I promise you that, I will bring hell upon them."

You took his head off of your neck and gave him a peck on the lips.

"Such a good boy... A reward is needed, no?"

I wrote this at 4am, so excuse my mistakes, and there will be no part 2

[heartfullofleeches]

I'm so confused about and very interested in Gus like.. Where are they from??? What are they?? How did reader capture their interests in the first place?? A clown is stalking us?? That sound like something coming from a horror movie

Well, when one clown loves another clown - you get another clown.

Gus is just - clown. They were born a clown, they'll die a clown, and eventually - you'll love a clown. They claim to just be your run of the mill funman, but avoid answering if they're human or not when you ask. As for where they're from - your closet, silly. Their makeup also never comes off, and folks have claimed the symbols drawn on their face change depending on emotion.

It sorta depends on the scenario for how they find you, but with their love for making people smile they tend to wander into random houses or lesser crowded areas when the circus isn't in town. A single smile is almost better than a whole crowd to them for some reason. They'll watch their victim- er, new best friend for a while before they make their appearance; a lonely soul able to catch their heart through their watching eyes.

[the-fo0l]

Hi again! So my idea was for a yan Agent 47 having to take reader with him on missions. The place 47 kept them in was recently infiltrated by another rival organization. Now he doesn't trust anyone other than himself to protect his darling (let's just say he can't leave her with Diana because she's constantly on the move). So whenever he takes them with him, he has them blending in with other civilians... the only problem is that reader attracts danger. Literally. No matter where they are, the targets are somehow within the same vicinity, chatting them up and becoming infatuated with them like our fave agent, who is slowly losing his stoic composure. I imagined this for his missions in like Paris, Bangkok, and even Dubai since the crowd of npcs are huge and the targets are usually just walking around. (Sorry if this is too long 😅)

"Thrill of the kill"

agent 47 x nb! reader

Notes: uhhhh omg this is like my favorite request ever??? god i hope i did it justice. but it also took like 5 months for me to get to :((

Summary: 47 has to bring reader with him on the Bangkok mission. and they have an certain encounter with Jordan Cross that motivates 47 to bring a...satisfying end to this mission

Warnings: violence, some swears, unhealthy love obsessions, may not be 100% accurate, takes place a day before the actual mission

[the dotted lines are little timeskips]

The atmosphere was so tense, almost suffocatingly so.

Rain pelts fall down onto the windshield, creating a steady loud drumming sound that fills the car. The darkness outside is impenetrable, making it difficult to anything more than a few feet away, and the windows being covered in water certainly doesn't help.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning illuminates the outside world for a brief moment before plunging it right back into darkness.

Still, 47 drives with ease, weaving through the rain-slicked roads with impressive precision, not that you expected anything less. There's a sense of exhilaration that comes with the speed of the car and the current circumstances.

You've been lost in thought for a while now, the events of the last few hours melt together into one big blur. How the hell they managed to find you remains a mystery, but considering the countless measures that'd been in place to prevent situations exactly like these, it couldn't have been easy.

You hear 47 exhale shakily, an involuntary little thing that brings your attention back to him. 47 was normally so calm and collected, yet now he's visibly troubled. You could see it in the stiffness of his posture, the way his eyes move rather erratically between the road, the rear-view mirror and you, and in the way his fingers flex and fidget around the steering wheel.

You could sense the palpable paranoia emanating from him. See that he's struggling with his decision to bring you along on this mission. He knows your presence might complicate the job, or worse, put you in harm's way, but he loves you too much to leave you unprotected at a time like this. The thought of leaving you with someone else, or just letting you out of his sight at all, made him anxious. No, he himself is the only person 47 could trust to properly protect you now.

For you, the night had been both terrifying and surreal. You'd been held captive by this man for so long that you'd forgotten what freedom feels like. Hell, you'd forgotten what car rides felt like. Watching the rain slide down the windows was a sight for sore eyes.

47 continues to drive forward, and as you hurtle towards your unknown destination, you feel liberated in a way, even if you are by all means not free.

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The journey to Bangkok had been long, but not unpleasant. Between the private and exclusive transport and 47s determination to make you as comfortable as possible, you weren’t really given the opportunity to be uncomfortable.

Even while out in the water, you can make out a set of yellow buildings surrounded by green leafage. Once docked, 47 courteously helps you off the boat and leads you down the dock towards the Himmapan.

As you approach the luxurious hotel, you're immediately engulfed by the lively and vibrant atmosphere, the sound of the waves, and the smell of exotic flowers hanging in the air. The tropical setting is adorned with towering palm trees and lush greenery, which provide a certain tranquility even amidst all the hustle and bustle.

On your way here, 47 had told you about the place you were going, but nothing had prepared you for a sight like this.

Naturally, 47 wasn't as affected by all the grandeur, having become accustomed to luxury after his many missions of executing the obscenely wealthy and powerful.

Instead, he marveled your awestruck expression. Taking a moment to look at you with a mix of amusement and affection, although his stoic expression doesn't falter much. 47 can't help but feel a sense of protectiveness over you seeing you delight in the simple pleasure of being out in the world again.

His hand came to rest on your lower back, making sure you stayed at his side while he guided you towards the buildings entrance. Already hating how the sight of you made a few heads turn.

Stepping into the spacious atrium, your eyes widen a bit in awe at the opulence of it all.

The plush carpet under your feet, the eager-to-please staff greeting you as you walk by, towering exotic plants and the golden light bathing everything in a warm glow. The serene ambiance was a sharp contrast to the modern safe house in the woods, where you'd been holed up in for months, although both had the massive windows in common.

"Wow, this place is gorgeous," you whispered to the assassin. "I've never been anywhere like this before."

47 nodded stoically, his eyes scanning over the room. "Stay close," he murmured to you as you two made your way to the front desk.

"Welcome to The Himmapan Hotel," the receptionist said, straightening up at 47s commanding aura, "Hello there, how may I assist you?"

"Checking in, name's Tobias Rieper," of course, 47 had prepared a reservation under his usual alias.

All while a certain Jordan Cross had been close by, preoccupied bitching to the staff about the preparations for his party tomorrow. But once he grew bored of dealing with others' incompetence, his gaze drifted away from the apologetic staff to you, and his eyes found you. All of a sudden, the staffs responses were falling on deaf ears, his attention now fully fixated on your figure as you stand a short distance behind 47.

The receptionist nodded and quickly found the reservation along with the keycard to room 205. "Thank you, sir. Welcome to the Himmapan Hotel"

As you were being given the keycard, the singer sauntered up to you, a smirk plastered his face. "Well, well, who might you be?" he said, eyeing you up and down.

"Hey there, beautiful," he purred, looking down at you with a smug expression. "What's someone like you doing here all alone?"

The look on his face made your skin crawl. You didn't need to look at 47 to sense how incredibly tense he'd become. 47 was glaring at the man from where he was standing behind you, yet he didn't say a word, even though he knew who the man was, and what he had done.

You shook your head, voice a bit shaky, it'd been a while since you spoke to someone except 47. Sad how your first non-47 interaction in months was with this asshole.

"I'm with him," you said, gesturing towards the stone faced assassin, who was using all his restraint to not pull out his gun right now in front of dozens of witnesses and cameras.

The singer continued, undeterred. "Him? Seriously? Come on, do you not know who I am? How 'bout you let me take you out tonight, I'll show you a better time than he could."

All you did in response was take a step closer to 47, fully at his side now. You had to admit, being so stupidly smug with 47 glaring at him is ballzy, or just moronic.

The whole interaction was making 47s patience run thin, his composure cracking, thinking of nothing but all the different ways he could kill him right now. Though he did feel a twinge of pride when you moved closer to him, allowing him to wrap an arm around you.

Jordan sneered, his confidence wavering when being met with your silence and 47s piercing glare.

"Suit yourself," he said, backing away. "But when you come to your senses, come up to my emperor suite, my guards'll let you in."

He turned to walk away but couldn't resist taking one last glance back at you. That look in his eyes told you this wouldn't be the last of him, and 47 saw that too. Sending you a wink was just the final nail in the coffin. The assassin involuntarily tightened his protective hold on you, glaring at his target as he walked away.

But 47s grip on your waist softened when he turned to face you, and his focus was brought back to the present moment. "Stay close," he murmured, trying to seem as unbothered as possible.

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"Experience utmost relaxation and lavishness amidst beautiful surroundings," the line that'd been printed on the brochures left in your room. Tell you what, one thing the Himmapan doesn't do is false advertise.

The room was exquisite, tastefully designed, with quality furniture and an incredible view. There's even a 5-star restaurant that 47 ordered you dinner from.

But not as you were settling in, 47 finally felt a sense of calm wash over him, knowing that you were in a place of relative safety now.

Though you could have sworn you'd seen that same man from earlier lingering in the hallway close to your room, he wasn't looking for you, was he..?

First, people find a way to infiltrate the safehouse. Now he has to bring you with him on a mission, potentially putting you in danger, and then the target has the gall to come on to you like that. 47 wasn't sure he could take another incident like this.

His mind couldn't help but drift to his mission, and the fact his primary target had been trying to flirt with you earlier in the lobby. After all, the only reason you and him were here in the first place was because he had a job to do, a job that he was, weirdly, looking forward to carrying out.

Despite his focused thoughts, 47 couldn't help but steal glances at you, perched on the edge of the bed, staring out at the stunning view of the city skyline from their balcony.

A couple hours, and you were finally asleep, meaning it was time for 47 to go to work. His eyes never left your peacefully resting figure as he prepared.

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"Happy hunting 47,"

Diana's words rang in his ears, though 47 acknowledged none of them, too busy making haste towards the man who'd now become his own personal, primary target.

The hotel was eerily quiet at night. Yes, some people could still be heard out and about in the distance, but the only sign of life in the hallway was that of 47s footsteps.

The darkness in Cross' bedroom was broken only by the moonlight and street lamps outside. 47 crept towards the bed, where his target lay asleep. He could clearly hear the man's shallow breathing and see the rise and fall of his chest, not that he would continue breathing much longer.

47 preemptively turned off his communication with Diana. She didn't need to know about what was about to go down. He could later blame it on a bad connection. After all, no one would think of 47 as anything but professional.

The assassin never had any reason for excessive violence, but this target had brought out that strange desire in him. For the first time, 47 wanted him to feel pain. So, he moved to the bedside table and took out a length of thin wire, which was then swiftly wrapped around the Jordan's neck.

The man woke suddenly, gasping for air as the wire around his neck only grew tighter. Jordan struggled for a few moments, weakly and fruitlessly struggling against 47, until the killer decided that strangulation simply wouldn't be satisfactory enough.

The singer gasped and sputtered for air, his hands flailing as he tried to fight back. But 47 was too strong, too skilled. He threw him out of bed and to the ground, pinning him down and beginning to viciously punch the singer until he went limp.

47 couldn't stop there, though. He wanted to do more. He continued to beat the lifeless body with a ferocity he had never shown before, overtaken by an irrational instinctive desire. Slowing down only once, the singer was completely beyond recognition.

Talking to you like that, disrespecting you like that, as if looking at you wasn't bad enough in the first place.

He wanted to keep punching until there was nothing left of the rock star. Blood stained 47s face and hands as he continued the assault, breaking the singers face in, long after the man had taken his final breath.

Catching his breath, he begun cleaning up the crime scene, after all, this kill looked like the exact opposite of an accident. 47 left the room as silently as he had entered, knowing that his work was done and his revenge was taken.

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"All targets down, good work fou--" 47 cuts Diana's farewell is short.

A job well done, the artist is dead, along with his lawyer, even if 47 lost his cool there for a minute. It doesn't matter. He'd seen to it that no one would find Jordans body.

47 crossed the threshold of your shared hotel room as quietly as possible, carefully closing the door behind him.

He changed out of his bloodstained clothes and threw them away. Still, you don't exactly beat a man to death and bejond expecting to come out completely unscathed, even if your opponent couldn't get a single hit in.

He cleaned up his bruised knuckles as best as he could. You'd probably still ask about it, though. The thought of your questioning expression and smooth hands grazing over his calloused injured ones made him happier than he cared to admit.

47 stood beside the bed for a moment, watching you peacefully rest while he put away the last of his gear. The anger and bloodlust he'd been consumed by before were replaced by a deep sense of relief. He couldn't afford to lose you. Never, not for anything or anyone in the world. And he wouldn't.

Slowly, he eased into the bed beside you, pulling you closer carefully so as not to wake you. Though his hold on you gradually tightened, and he basked in the smell of your hair and the feel of you securely back in his embrace, right where you belong and where your safety is guaranteed.

Finally, he felt he could breathe again.

Your departure from Bangkok had been scheduled for tomorrow since the mission was completed and all. But perhaps you two could stay one more day, you do seem to like it here after all.

cant wait until i get better at writing. but whateves. this is about to be the busiest week of my life, so probably not gonna get much done. love you all !!!!

[yxami]

Malakai commission! Thank you for commissioning me!

description: yandere roommate x fem reader, reader with severe chronic joint paint, comfort fic, some angst, tired & overworked reader, I hope this was realistic to chronic joint pain, I searched a lot of stuff to try and use the right words 😭

You got home from work like usual, pain stinging at specifics parts all around your whole body. Maybe even more from the fact you had to deal with so many customers with a sale that was going on at the place you worked at. Even if it was irritating and almost overwhelming, you trudged on and made your way to the kitchen.

You looked around for something to eat before heading to bed, you knew it would be awful if you didn’t eat before you took a nap. You were more tempted to just do it though, maybe your joints wouldn’t hurt as much if you did.

That was just false hope though, you knew you were going to wake up with the same pain like always.

You look through cupboards, cereal maybe? Chips you forgot you had bought for yourself? As you searched, a familiar presence entered the room while you were too distracted to notice. He peered over the counter, wondering what you were looking for.

“Hey roomie, how was work?” He sat in one of the cold empty seats, holding his head up with his arm.

“Fine, I’m looking for food, I’m hungry” You mumbled, wanting to leave quickly because your entire body was killing you and you couldn’t handle another second of squatting. You knew he would ask what you were looking for as well so you answered before he could.

The overtime you’ve been doing and throbbing jolts of pain from the chronic joint problems you had only worsened the agony of having to walk around after coming from work. It only made you want to sleep longer, more than you had to, just to avoid the sore feeling at every part your body bent.

“Huh, alright. Do you wanna go and play games?” His eyes followed your figure after you grabbed some chips to pour into a bowl to eat. He was curious whether you were going to say no or not. Your tired look made him believe there was low chances you’d agree but he’d try anyways.

“No, I’m too tired, work beat my ass today” You sighed, grabbing the bowl and made your way to your room just to be closely followed by your roommate who didn’t seem discouraged to ask another time.

“It’ll be fun! You won’t even have to worry about trying hard, I’ll let you play with the better controller too!” He pleaded, still not getting the idea that you were too worn out to play any games, even with him.

“I’m good, Mal. Stop pushing it.” You said with a firm voice entering your room that held the door you forgot to shut, meaning he would easily walk inside believing he could still bug you about it.

“Alright then, how about one game? Just one? I’ve seen how much you work and honestly I don’t think it’s as hard as you make it out to be. It’s just notes and making sure you listen right? You gotta have time to play wi—“

“Malakai, I’m fucking tired. I don’t want to play your stupid game, I don’t want you in my room, and I frankly don’t want anything to do with you. I just want to sleep, okay??” Your tone spat venom and a pinch of self loathe. You tried rubbing the sleepiness in your eyes with the balls of your palm but it didn’t help blur the view of Malakai’s sullen face.

“Malakai I’m sorry I didn’t mean—“

He quickly left, not allowing you to finish your words, remembering his hurt eyes only made you feel more guilty for snapping at him. He was pushing it but he didn’t deserve to get yelled at.

It just hurt, everything hurt, everyday you had to deal with this and you still spoke no words of it. You didn’t utter any complaints to Malakai, you didn’t ask him for help, even when his eyes scanned you with worry.

You tried to deal with it on your own, you thought it would work, but now it just ended up like this.

You sat on your bed, tears rolling down your warm cheeks as you uselessly wiped them away before they came running down for another time just to piss you off further.

Your face felt hot, your tears felt hot, everything felt overwhelming. Your heart ached thinking about how you snapped at him. You had to apologize soon, maybe now? But then he’d just see your red eyes and wet cheeks from all the tears.

You managed to collect all your thoughts in between the span of 20 minutes before entering his room, making sure to knock before hearing the relieving words that gave you the permission to enter his room.

“Come in” A unenthusiastic voice said.

“Mal, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I didn’t meant to be an asshole” You inhaled, hoping that your eyes weren’t as tired and red like you felt they were.

“You didn’t have to yell at me y’know, sorry I was pushin’ it” He mumbled, like a meek child who just got in trouble for doing something wrong. You could only assumed your hurtful words got to him before you could take them back.

“I didn’t mean to yell, I’m really sorry. I’m just tired, really tired” You looked a little up, trying to stop the tears from overflowing in your eyes but it only seemed to worsen it. You sniffled trying to compose yourself but it was practically impossible now.

“I’m sorry, I’m just in pain all day y’know? My body hurts, especially after work, and I just feel like shit. I don’t mean to be rude” Your body forced multiple gasps of air in a short amount, before you teared up more.

Malakai hastily came up to you, hugging and rubbing your back, trying to soothe you not only with his touch but his words. “Its okay, its okay.. I get why you were being mean, I would be a bitch too if I felt the exact same you felt”

“Here, sit down” He let go of the embrace, sitting down on his bed and patting the space next to hime. “Why don’t we cuddle and watch some stupid movies, will that help?” he pulled his phone out, unlocking it to show all the movies he had on his watch list.

A list Malakai used for himself and mainly for the times that the two of you would binge watch horror movies for fun. He was just happy that it helped him once again to distract you from something so big.

“Yeah.. can we watch that one comedy movie, about the lawyer and criminal?” You sniffled, laughing at the cover of the movie when you saw how ridiculous it looked. A funny movie and cuddling with a roomie like Mal would definitely calm you down.

“Of course, do you think you can handle all 90 minutes of this comedy gold?” He teased, mocking the cover of the movie with quotes on top of the two characters. “I just might be able to” You hugged him, enjoying how warm and welcoming he was.

Malakai was definitely the best guy to go to if you were ever upset and in need of someone to cheer you up. You honestly thought he’d be the worst but judging from all the times he’s taken care of you, you’d want him to be your roommate forever.

The two of you peacefully watched the movie, enjoying all the effort put into such a dumb idea, you held onto him as the movie played on. And once it ended, you couldn’t help but ask to watch another. You really enjoyed this feeling, the feeling of having him so close.

He felt the same way with how you laid next to him. He wrapped his arms around you, cupping your body with his as you held the phone to watch the next movie. He softly brushed your hair out of his view and rested his head on top of yours.

“Did you really pick a cheesy romance movie?” You laughed, staring at how the character on the screen wrote and verbally read their confession out to practice saying it the next day.

“Yup! You said I could pick remember?” He grinned, looking at you with a mischievous one at that. You could tell he played it so it would make you cringe and laugh just like the last movie did.

“Alright, I’m regretting that as we speak” You try to hide the big grin on your face but it was too hard, especially with the stupid lines that the characters were already spilling out once again. You pressed back against Malakai, enjoying this sweet moment as much as you could.

The two of you continued on watching movies until the strong sense of sleepiness finally caught up. You were too tired to even complain about his clingy cuddles or how he practically smothered you with sleepy kisses along your neck.

“Night” He mumbled, his arm wrapping around your stomach and other being placed right under. You were feel much more content now that he’s distracted you, even if it was something as silly as movies. You’ve grown to appreciate him because of these moments.

“Night Mal” You whispered before dozing off right in his warm presence.

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I was bored and did some lil doodles of the silly guys 🥳🥳

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Which characters would I think would actually help (Reader ver.)

Other version/s: OC ver. (1)(2)

[Pt. 2]

TW+CW: Yandere, Self-aware AU, OOC, Spoilers(?)

Plot: [Insert character] is the only one will help you escape and keep your sanity stable.

Note: This is inspired from the Wattpad fanfic "Safe" by -deludeddaydreams. Also, this Fanfic is very long. Like in practically 1k words

Genshin: Paimon

What?

So... Everything is fictional

The adventures, the quests, the missions... Everything was fictional?

Paimon is too shock to believe that all of it fictional

Until she saw you... The player, The one who controls the characters. The EVERYTHING

She smiled at you with a happiness. She's grateful that you are enjoying

Until, the very next day she heard something about trapping you inside of the game

Paimon was shock... Why would they do that?

She doesn't like that so she decide to run away from everyone else

You woke up from the sudden black out. What happens is that your phone suddenly flash at you before passed out. Your not sensitive to flashing lights (I'm sorry if you are) at all.

You looked at your own surroundings. Your in... Mondstat? Did I just got isekai? Wait no you either hit by a truck or just die to get isekai or recarnated.

You heard a bush rustling before you took out your pocket knife that your friend gave you because you need to defend yourself. You saw a familiar floating figure running towards you. It was Paimon.

She stopped before taking multiple deep breaths. You took away your pocket knife before you weirdly greeted. She looked at you with frightening face. Now, your confused?

She look around the surroundings before she took and hold your hands. "Look, this might sound crazy but..." She explained everything what's happening behind your phone screen. You were shock hearing the news. The Genshin characters were trying to trapping you...

You have no choice but to follow Paimon as she looks like she's the only one with an actual brain and a stable sanity

You and Paimon were running towards to the border. A border between the real world and the fictional world. You were lucky that you are athletic. Gym classes weren't your favorites but you got good scores.

Both of you stopped running before breathing multiple times. You look back if they're getting closer. You thought that they're far enough before you started running again. Paimon was tired already but she won't let anyone hurt you so she kept running (despite she just floats)

Both of you were at the front of the border. "Paimon..." You said before Paimon looked at you with a confusing face "Thank you for everything to protect me" you said before hugging Paimon. Paimon started to tear up before hugging you back which also you tear up.

"I'll miss you even after I destroy my phone" you said. A moment of silence before both of you heard foot steps incoming. You went to the border. You finally escape this hellhole.

You took your phone and headed outdoors. You shattered your phone with your foot before stealing a metal bat from your friend's bedroom and repeatedly destroying it. You stole cooking oil from the kitchen and matches from your friend's bedroom before pouring oil over the phone and lighting matches to set it on fire. You enjoyed the fire, so you remained till it died out.

Cookie Run Kingdom: GingerBrave & Friends

They were surprised to find out they're fictional. So, everything is fake? The so-called "A Cake Hound stole the Kingdom Crown" was just a follow-up to their "story." Until they spotted You. the player. You were everything—beautiful, extraordinary, intelligent even though you aren't, etc.

They were delighted that you were having fun. If you didn't replace one of them for some reason. They were surprised but grateful.

It wasn't until they heard about the others' scheme to trap you inside the game forever. They didn't like the plan, so they decided to take it away as soon as they could.

You opened your eyes to grass with a sweet-like feel. You stood up and took a glance around. a campfire? How did you get here in the first place? All you did was open your phone, which glitched out and caused you to pass out.

"Oh, you're awake," someone remarked, just as you startled at a familiar red-crimson hair. Wait... There's no way that's- "Hi there!" A yellow-hair child surprises you. You were startled again which caused you to take your pocket knife.

You've either read alot of self-aware AU fanfics where fictional game characters trapped you in the game, probably done something to you, and no one in the fictional world to help you escape.

Or you've experienced this similar event and you've prepare some things just in case this happens again.

"Woah! Take it easy (Y/N)." GingerBrave said. "We're not gonna hurt you-" "STAY AWAY!" you screamed. Everyone went distanced to Y/N. Y/N looked at them with an angry face before slowly calming down as if they weren't a threat.

"We're very sorry that we scared you," GingerBrave said. "It's fine... Just some..." You didn't find any words to say. They said that you don't need to tell if you weren't comfortable speaking it out yet. You asked what was going on.

They started to explain what was going on and they were trying to help you escape. You nodded. Until Strawberry Cookie said "Shh. Be quiet. I think I heard someone" everyone went silent until they heard "they're not over here" everyone including Y/N was shock.

"We need to get out of here now," You said. Everyone nodded before they packed their things while someone put out the fire. Everyone started to get up and run.

"Okay, I think this is it" Wizard Cookie stated that this would work. The redhead added, "I really hope this thing works because I'm sick of running so much." "I'm very sure this works alright," Wizard Cookie said.

You walked into the Ritual before you go into a kneeling position. Everyone started saying goodbyes and wishing me luck. Wizard Cookie started the ritual before you passed out during it.

You woke on a similar hard wooden floor. You take a glance around your surroundings and your own body and realize you've returned home.

You took your phone, cooking oil from the kitchen, and matches from your friend's bedroom before pouring oil over the phone and lighting matches to set it on fire.

You look at the burning phone with a scandalous expression before going back inside.

I really hope you enjoy this~!

This actually took me a very long time lol.

And I'm very sorry if this looks bad. There's a lot of changes plus english is not my first language 😔

I'm gonna make an OC versions later on and an Alternate Timeline where they've been Isekai along side with Y/N without knowing they're also here.

The part 2 will be feature the following fandoms: Twisted Wonderland and Obey Me!

EDIT (September 26, 2022): I'm very surprised that this post is the popular post I ever had! Like, I wasn't expect this to be popular in my blog but It did! Thank you all for enjoying this post! Though, the part 2 will be delayed since I had a writer's block when writing the part 2...

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A/n: The “random” ahh drabble I came up with all on my own…definitely not someone else’s. (Shoo go away). Also yes there is a Nod to Deadplate bc this is basically inspired by it lol. Sue me.

Warnings: GN! Reader, G/t (Giant/Tiny), blood, injury, canabalism(?), Yandere-ish behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implied canabalism, implied romantic/platonic relationships with tiny and giants, trauma, not proof read, written at 4am, and more that might have been missed

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“Just a taste~”

How could things get any worse than it was…a question you found to be stupid to ask in the first place. You thought all was well in this wacky world you live in, managing to find a nice paying job that would go down the career path you wanted.

It was here that you met your boss, a very, very, very,tall man who looked to be around his late 20’s. He was kind enough to offer you a job when most places turned you down because of your height? (Sizeist much?) thinking you incapable of managing on your own as well as being more of a liability rather than any help.

Rather your boss saw you as any other employee, already having a few others at your size (a mere 4 1/4 inches). The kitchen being accommodated for their size such as mini elevators or ramps/steps to reach higher areas and if anyone needed some extra ingredients they would as a larger member of staff to go grab it for them and they would comply. It was…new and refreshing for a start, a nice and healthy workspace.

So why was it that you was caught up in this mess? Why was he doing this?

…Then it hit you. The many red flags that started to appear: the lengthy stares he would give you, showing more of an interest in you than your fellow co workers, the whispers amount co workers about a sudden change in behaviour…

It all started to make sense now! You were too blinded by this new job and a false hope of a happy life, you failed to see the alarming mannerisms of your boss within 6 Damm months! Thinking back, you only wish you can go back and reverse the damage, yell at your past self to get out while they can.

You wanted to sob, to scream but doing that would do no good other than aggravate your now ex-Boss. You suddenly hissed as phantom pain hit you in where your leg should have been, the wound still being recent—fresh, even!

That fucking psycho bit your leg off! You don’t wish to remember the scene…the sound of bone being crushed under blunt pressure. The only thing keeping you from dying due to blood loss is a mini version of a tourniquet which was just a zip tie. Being locked in a cage of sorts while he’s away put you on edge, obviously enough. You don’t know when he might pop up or if he could be testing to see if you would make some sort of stem or to get out or scream for help.

You wished that he would just give you a speedy death. You feel helpless to do anything.

…

A few hours passed by, maybe even more than that before you heard the sound of a door lock shifting…right, you was kidnapped and taken by some possible serial killer canabal! Each step your captor took, getting closer with each stride, awakened your fear again and you scrambled to get away from the front of this rodent looking cage into a corner to only shrink in on yourself more. You hated feeling this weak, you didn’t want this—no one should go through this, ever!

thud…

Thud…

THUD…

The steps only grew in volume. You swore that the ground shook so violently your head started to spin making you see stars. Your breathing picked up in an irregular pace as you started to hyperventilate.

“This was it.” You thought to yourself as tears made your vision blurry. “I’m going to really die aren’t I?…to some stranger who basically kidnapped me.” You could only let out a dry chuckle at the thought. You didn’t feel like strangers before all this, you would dare to consider yourself friends at some point but that was all. Oh, how laughable this all is.

Suddenly the door opened to a familiar face. He walked over to the light switch to the room and in an instant the room was suddenly bright causing a small hiss from you as your eyes felt as if they were burning from the brightness. Being in the dark for so long can do that to you. A smile grew on his face as his body straightened up from its previously slouched position as he looked at you.

His eyes felt as if they bore holes into your very being, never leaving your ever shrinking form as he approached the cage and bent down to be eye level. “No hello? No welcome home? My, I thought you would be more welcoming than this dear [Name].” He said though his tone made it seem like it was more of a playful remark than actual pouting or any feeling of offence. You only stayed silent trying to even your breathing to stay as calm as you could though images of his more…darker side showed up in your head and that scene, proved to make it difficult as you could only whimper at his words.

His smile faltered as he let out a small sigh before he stood up to his full height “No matter. Not like I expected much, especially the state you’re in. I was surprised that you’d don’t just pass out from shock after what I did.” He said as he pointed to your missing limb. Your only response was silence followed by shaking. His presence intimidated you and rightfully so! That bastard is just talking so calmly about all this!? Sure it pissed you off to know that he didn’t feel guilty about his actions but to just hear him sound as if this was normal?

You gripped your sleeve of your shirt tightly in anger as you grew a tad bit irked over all this. He seemingly took no notice of this or he didn’t care to make it known. “Have you ever wondered, [Name], what life would be like for people like you and me?” He started, which caught caught you off guard a little. What on earth could he be going on about? “Don’t get me wrong, I know there are couples out there that manage despite this size difference, but… A relationship like that could never truly be whole, could it?” He said before grabbing the cage making you wobble and a small yelp coming out form your vocal cords. Now his little monologue was making so sense at all, probably some more crazy talk.

While holding the cage his brought it to his chest and held it there as if he was trying to do a hug of sorts as he sat down on a bed. His bed. “I always thought it would be impossible to have that final piece, the missing ingredient of such a relationship. Then when I laid my eyes on you…I had begun to realise that I had a deep yearning, a desire to hold you close , to keep you at arms length.” He continued on as you only sat there confused where this could be leading. It was all unclear with his motives, that and the facts he’s acting as if he’s confessing to a childhood crush he’s been holding in for years. “It was all so sudden but not exactly unwelcome. I thought that it was simply a one-off thing and that these weird feeling would go away. Haha but you know that isn’t the case, hm?” You could hear a soft chuckle at his own words making you cringe internally. If he is going to confess his undying love to you, then you would rather choke on poison as you stepped on hot coals bare foot than hear what he has to say, wether it be to justify his actions or his own sick twisted way of showing “affection”.

“You see [Nmae], these feels spiraled out of control, I went from wanting to keeping you at arms length to wanting to be closer—to be one of the same. That was what I found out what was missing, specifically for us. To be whole is to be one after all. And I’ve only just completed the first step to this journey for us!” He purred out in a sickeningly sweet tone as he held the cage closer you thought he was going to crush it making you yelp again. As he said those last words though, you notice one of his hands travel to where his stomach was, making you cringe, and paying it softly.

“Having a part of you feels rewarding for this effort, [Name]. Just having a taste of what we could be? It just sends shocks to my very core. Don’t you feel the same?” The question felt rhetorical but still, you didn’t feel inclined to answer this deranged man.

“It saddens me when you stay silent [Name]…I thought this would work, that you would warm up to me…” saying those words to himself must have made him realise as he looked as if something struck him. As if that something was supposed to be obvious.

“Of course, of course how could I forget my own words!” He laughed out, jolting the cage as his hand that patted his belly lifted up to cover his eyes. “To become whole we have to become one.” Sending the danger of those words and tone you attempted to pushed yourself against the bars of the cage, painfully so as he lifted the cage to eye level. His eyes filled with a crazed look, an obsession taking over it seemed as he pondered over the thought and was thinking deeply.

You weren’t sure if you would make it out alive, whatever it was…

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Decided to call quits because 1. I’m getting eepy and 2. I was starting to lose inspiration as well as motivation. Didn’t go as planned since I wanted to open with the whole biting leg off scene but idk how to open up to lead up to that so meh. It is what it is. Hope you enjoyed since this is my first piece of writing since like early 2022 :p