#yandere?

[danijaci]

"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. scara

[darkpetal16]

Play as a CUSTOMIZABLE scientist who catches the deranged attention of a siren while visiting an Arctic research base. 

Game includes:

Play as a smart scientist who makes really dumb decisions. 

Play as a smart scientist who makes excellent decisions that lead to self-preservation. 

Get adopted by a misanthropist socially awkward Dadster

Be stalked wooed by a delusional siren

Be kidnapped

Drive a snowjet! 

Race a friendly companion.  

Binge watch a series without realizing how much time has passed you by. 

Be drowned

Enjoy your stay at a five-star arctic research base that has zero casualties so far. 

Why do you keep finding bodies—

This is a 15+ romance/horror with an obsessive love interest. Please read the complete warnings list inside the game if sensitive or easily triggered. 

This game has one complete route to a "good" ending, and 9 "bad" endings with plans to add additional routes / bonuses. Siren!Sans belongs to @llamagoddessofficial on tumblr/ao3. AU was used with permission, although adjusted for funsies. (:

[therealbatgirlishere]

Trips in. (Tripin.) p1!

First fic! Kindness or constructive criticism is allowed. No req 🫶🏽

miles morales e-42 aged up! X bb mama reader aged up! miles age: 23 readers age: 22

context: you and Miles had broken up, due to a bad fight (petty argument) with a bad outcome, but anyways It’s been months and you’ve both pretty much moved on…right? Well, after you had finished getting dolled up to have a fun night with you and your girls, you had to drop your son off.. as you were planning to leave you might have been a bit.. interrupted?

You were chilling, just having finished your makeup and hair, you were going out with your girlfriends so you wanted to look nice as usual. Miles was comin in to take you n his kid,  sure. It’s a bit awks having to still communicate with the baby daddy after you both broke up but hey, at least your boy got a dad in his life. You were packing your sons things, placing clothes in his little bag, spare shoes a toothbrush and more, including a small treat for the road (a twix or stm Wtv u want.) after you had finished, you called your boy over. 

“Zion! ven aquí!” You shouted from upstairs, seconds later you heard the pitter patter of tiny feet coming up the stairs, your child then poking his head out of the door. 

“Mama?” Zion asked, in his cute lil voice you could see his little brown fro poking out as well as his eyes. You smiled, “Zion, you ready to see your papa?” You questioned, lips curling upwards. Zion gave a small nod. Cute. Your 4 year old son waddled his way over to you and gave you a hug, small arms wrapping around your knees and face dig into your legs. You patted your sons head.

 “Alright, I’ll put your bag on so you’re all ready.” You then picked up your son and settled him down on his comfy race car bed. He looked up at you, when you really looked at him, you could see miles, a resemblance between him and you in there…what were you just thinking? No. Stop thinking about that man. Focus. you were halfway through putting on his bag.

Knock knock knock

The sound echoed through the house, you had a feeling it was him, who am I kidding it was him. But, you had to make sure. 

“Zion,  stay here okay? I’ll call you down if papas here.” You said, holding his shoulders and being eye to eye with him before pecking his forehead quick and softly, then making your way downstairs and to the door, you were calm. Why wouldn’t you be? Face blank as you headed to the door.

Click.. creeeakkk

You opened the door, and there he was the 6’3 tall dark skinned male, mini Two-Strand twists,   the same blank expression as always. Wearing a white coloured wife beaters n a black zip up jacket with loose fit jeans, a silver chain and ring on his finger. 

(If ur wondering why he looks different it’s because he’s aged up, so ofc he would get taller and want to switch his hairstyle up etc. dw tho you can still imagine him looking the same ig.)

“…” he stared down at you,  hands in his pockets a lacklustre expression on his face as he then looks behind you. Searching for his son.

Where’s Zion at?” He asks, raising an eyebrow as he looks behind you still. Wow. Rude much? 

The man can’t even be bothered to say hi to the mother of his child.

“Well, Hi to you too. Miles.” You reply, giving him a sarcastic smile before rolling your eyes and turning your head back towards the house.

 “Zion! Your dads here!” You called him over, your son then poked his head out, a grin from ear to ear appeared as he then let out a small giggle. He then ran down the stairs, loud thumping being heard as he made his way down. 

“Ay.” You sucked your teeth in slight annoyance when you saw him running to fast down the stairs, almost tripping but saving himself. 

“Hijo, don’t run down the stairs you’ll fall.” You scolded him, putting a hand on his shoulder as he went to go hug your knees again, nodding a bit then looked up at his dad. 

“He’s jus a kid Chica.” Miles said, looking at you. What an ass. He still had that deadpan expression going on. You shook your head slightly and scowled.

“Just looking out for my son.” You replied, scowling removed as you looked back at him, crossing your arms. Jeez, did he have to be this annoying? You questioned in your head.

“You mean our, son.” He responded, then stared slightly more closely to your face, his eyebrows then knit together. “You wearin makeup? And what’s up with yo fit and hair?” He asked, staring you up and down as he pointed. Does he have to know every single little thing about you? 

This is p1 cause I can’t be bothered writing the rest 😜

[m3lodii]

Catnap in love (age up!) Headcanons

Warnings!!

This Headcanons will mention yandere, Obessessive related relationship, kidnapping and stalking

Catnap is this Headcanons is an alternative and older version of his, it's my own interpretation of how he would act! Please be respectful

It doesn't mention y/n pronouns!

catnap is a very grumpy person that keeps himself closed, not opening up easily, it doesn't matter if you two met before the events of the game, or during it

Catnap will first show interest in you, when he starts to open up, of course, probably your beauty, skills, caught his attention

Catnap when he's in love, he can be quite Obessessive and a stalker, kinda of a yandere, yet, doesn't like admitting his love, during the events of the game he would be probably more harsh with his feelings than he would be before them

he'll learn everything he can about you, and loves listening to you talk about your interests

Even before his confession to you, his favorite thing to do is watch you sleep, it makes even more happy when you fall asleep on his arms while he purrs

he's very protective, and probably will praise you just like he does with his savior

his confession will be simple and honest, yet very emotional, but if you refuse his feelings, be prepared to get kidnapped and spend the rest of your days with him

if you accept, it'll be kind of a normal relationship! he's not the kind of "yandere" that k1lls others for love, tho in the events of the game, he would do way more than he would do before, the hour of joy did made him more aggressive

[dawnbreaaker]

After finishing the latest main story quest, I couldn't help but think about Gallagher and Sunday fighting over someone, just to get a scrap of attention from them.

Of course, their darling would be clueless - both men are incredibly cunning and intelligent, but not immune to the likes of their shared person of interest walking in on them having a rather.. tense moment.

Having to at least be civil while in the presence of their darling, when they want to be at eachother's throats with clever remarks and insults. Bitter glares shooting across the room, and unsaid words sitting unspoken on their tongues.

All to keep their prospective darling blissfully happy and unaware - all for a chance to hold them in their arms, all for themselves.

This is absolutely unfinished and needs some work, but if any of you big brain writers want to use this for anything, go ahead! @ me so I can eat up your writing :>

As always, reblogs are always appreciated!

[seniaasaysstuff]

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬🍒 || Yan! Nanami kento x reader.

a/n- this is my first time writing yandere nanami. It’s kind of yandere but not really yandere lmao. I don’t know if it was up to standards but anyways enjoy lol. Let me know your thoughts about it and I’m always up for constructive criticism.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*:･ﾟ

You were on your way to get something to eat with your coworker Nanami Kento.

He was a stoic man that never really showed how he felt except for the fact that he despised his job.

You kind of had a crush on him.

He was a beautiful creation of God.

The way his gaze trailed over your face,

The way his jaw clenched,

The way his hand flexed when he was frustrated, all of that made you feel things that you’ve never felt before.

You felt blessed to be in his presence.

You didn’t know how to act in front of the man.

You didn’t know if you wanted the man to choke you or to whisper sweet nothings to you. Actually you wanted both.

You were so mesmerized by him that you did not hear him call out your name.

He cleared his throat, startling you. You blushed.

You just got caught red-handed staring at your crush.

You knew he was way out of your league but still, you couldn’t stay away from him.

You awkwardly smiled and entered the diner.

You wanted to snuggle in his muscular arms. You felt a tad disappointed that he wasn’t your man. You quietly ate your food and left the diner stuck in your thoughts.

You were going to do it. Today was the day. You were going to ask him out.

You felt a bit scared because your past relationships didn’t end up well. All of them either disappeared or ghosted you.

You felt conflicted. What if he didn’t accept your confession? But you tried to cheer yourself up. So what if he didn’t accept your confession? You could live with that.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you ended up bumping into someone.

And speaking of the devil it was Kento.

You asked him if he could talk to you alone. He complied and followed you up to the terrace.

You stuttered. You took a deep breath as you gathered a small bit of courage and asked him out.

His face turned blank but returned to normal after a few seconds. He smiled at you.

For the first time in five years ever since you started working there he smiled at you.

Such a genuine smile that it made you want to drop to your knees to worship him.

You felt the tears starting to gather. He saw your teary face and enveloped you in a hug. He left a chaste kiss on your forehead. You felt as if you were on top of the world. He smiled at you, hugged you and even kissed your forehead.

This was the best day of your life.

What you didn’t know were the thoughts that he was having when he hugged you. He had been pining after you ever since you both met.

Your adorable smile,

your eyes that turned into little crescents when you smiled,

you tucking your hair behind your ears when you felt shy,

The red dusting your cheeks when he said something.

It was all his.

You were his.

He wanted to monopolize you. He wanted to fuck you silly until the only thing you remembered was him.

He had been successful in weeding out all the disgusting men that were trying to get close to his darling.

Those mere pests didn’t have the right. Only he had the right to see your smile, your laugh, your everything.

He smiled again.

He had finally gotten you.

[moonlight-starlight6]

Leonardo and Donatello

In your computer, they are viruses all in your computer 😁

[yuheartss]

I CAN MAKE HER LEAVE

Summary - Saiki vs Teruhashi who wins? If im motivated enough I’ll probably do a pt 2

𖦹 wc - 1424

𖦹 warnings - mentions of death , sorta yonder behavior??

𖦹 a/n - Saiki and Teruhashi probably don’t seem like theirselves right? That’s bc I kinda based this off secret alliance ehehe I had no real idea what this one ws abt so..

There were eyes staring at the back of your head boring into your very soul you shifted uncomfortably in your seat trying to tune into the teachers lesson you tapped on the beads that hung onto your braids your staring at me …again you thought as you stopped tapping on your beads you began to write whatever the teacher wrote on the board once you were done you looked behind your shoulder for a split second

From behind you you heard shifting “no I’m not” he responded a little defensively to which you chuckle softly to yes you are I can practically feel your eyes piercing my brain you exclaim in your mind while imagining lasers poke into your head you hear him huff then the teacher dismisses the class for lunch you turn around in your seat to face saiki “guess what I’ve got for ya” you said trying not tho think of what you got him

“You got me a coffee jelly?” His eyebrow raised as he guessed correctly “yes, as always your correct” you replied pulling out his jelly and your lunch “I was at the store this morning and thought of you so here we are” he nodded with the slightest faint of blush unnoticed by you “thanks” You both ate in a comfortable silence enjoying your respective meals occasionally you would ask him a question or two and he would respond with a simple answer or a sarcastic remark

Then from the corner of your eye you saw teruhashi staring at you two she looked like she was jealous but also hurt? her glow didn’t shine as brightly it made you wonder what was going through her head you gave here a small wave and her way too bright glow shines once again as she waves back with a smile now the two of you are stuck in this awkward wave across the room how did we get to this? you chuckled awkwardly reminiscing in your thoughts

“Put your hand down” Saiki told you with a hint of amusement almost finished with his jelly ‘s not that easy your arm is starting to hurt you groan softly and try to look anywhere but Teruhashi but no she kept staring at you and sometimes at Saiki speaking of Saiki he rolls his eyes and puts your and down himself “that wasn’t so hard was it?” You break away from Teruhashi’s stare to glare at him “easy for you to say, you don’t care if she likes you” Saiki frowns

“And you do?” He sounded a little hurt compared to his normal monotone it was only a small difference but you noticed it , that made you pause and think “well…no but.. ugh you know what I mean!” You tried to change the subject but that same frown resided on his face that was until Kaidou and Nendo came over loud as always Saiki’s frown deepened as he sighed then others, your friends, started piling up over you two theres no telling when Teruhashi was going to be in this bunch

“Hey guys i reallyy appreciate all of you being here but class is about to start and the teacher will be back soon” you told the group of friends there was a slight moments where they gave you skeptical looks but agreed “yeah your right” “yep” “talk to ya after class!” One by three they all went back to their seats and the teacher came in thank you god! You thought intertwining your fingers together and bowed your head

The teacher left once again to get more worksheets Teruhashi took the opportunity to walk over to your desk in the prettiest humanely possible her slow walk to your desk made you feel like you were in some kinda k drama she gave you a small smile “hey Y/n do you have and extra pencil?” You stare at her for a bit “yeah..yeah I do hold on” you turn around and dig into your bag and bring out a mechanical pencil with a green lollipop charm on the side

“It’s so cute! Where’d you get it?” Teruhashi beamed playing with the lollipop charm “the farmers market” you replied “it’s one of my favorites actually” the blue haired girl blinked in your direction “oh really?” She takes your hand and squeezes it “then I’ll take good care of it!” Your face heats up as you look away from her “yeah okay..” after those words leave your mouth a snapping sound came from next to you you and Teruhashi looked over at Saiki or what he was holding to be exact

He gripped onto a no.2 pencil so tight that it snapped in two he looked down at his hand and quickly hid the pencil away his gaze went up to your hand that was still in Teruhashi’s “my pencil broke” was all he said still giving the both of you and Teruhashi’s hands a hard stare “do you..want one of mine?” You asked slightly amused by his expression he nodded and you pulled your hand away from Teruhashi’s once again you reach into your bag to grab another mechanical pencil this time with a coffee jelly keychain

“I meant to give this to your earlier, had it commissioned justt for you” you smile as you hand him the pencil now it was his face that heated up but just barely “thanks..” you smiled a little brighter unnoticing Teruhashi’s frown “well! I’m gonna go now, thanks for the pencil! Byee~” she said in a sing song voice while she walked back to her desk you waved back and turned to Saiki laying your head on his desk

“Man I’m soo tired.. when’s the teacher coming back?” You asked him closing your eyes in the process “get your head off my desk” he replied with the most annoyed expression known to man “and he’s not coming back” your head went up abruptly almost smacking him in the chin “why what happened??” You asked almost concerned Saiki dismissed your worried look with a simple sentence “it’s almost the end of the day” your eyes widened “really? He nods once and you check your phone

“Then why are we still here..” your voice drifted furrowing your eyebrows in confusion your attempt fixed on the ruffles of his back as he packed his things and stood up “what are you waiting for? An invitation?” You sighed heavily packed your things as well and stood up “the treatment I get…” you shook your head and walked out with Saiki you both got too the stairs before Teruhashi came skipping over

You heard saiki audibly sigh “oh hey Teruhashi..what are you doing… ?” You greeted squeezing your bag hook nervously “you’re leaving right? I was on my way out too!” She clung onto your arm as you both walked down stairs almost completely ignoring Saikis presence behind the two of you she led you and Saiki mostly you towards the shoe boxes Teruhashi separated from you to go take off her uwabakis as you and saiki did the same

From a distance saiki gave Teruhashi the biggest side eye with furrowed brows if looks could kill she’d already be dead once he had his shoes back on he stood next to you “why is she with us? He asked a little irritated by her presence it was supposed to be the two of you together! Don’t get him wrong he knows the reason why she’s here but he needed to hear from you why she was here “well..she wanted to tag along so..o guess i couldn’t deny her? She’s Teruhashi!” You muttered

“I do really wish it was just us but you know..” you shrugged your shoulders making some of your beads roll off your shoulders and dangle from your back “I’m back~!” Teruhashi popped out of nowhere startling you she went right back to clinging onto your arm as you three walked outside the building “do you really want her here?” Saiki asked you his voice almost unsettling as he stared at the back of Teruhashi’s head

“Do you need her here?” He kept talking his voice echoing in your mind as you thought about Teruhashi’s place right now what are you gonna do to her? There was a slight pause Saiki thought an his words carefully as to not make you panic of worry knowing that once he and Teruhashi were alone he could get rid of her…using a new magic wand “I can make her leave..”

[jinuaei]

We love subby boys <3 (Found the prompt while browsing tumblr, idk where I got it)

[mara-xx217]

A Grave Misunderstanding- The Unknown/Reader (Dead by Daylight Commission)

This was commissioned by @hexheathen! Hope you enjoy~

All the legends of that terrible place warned you of the consequences of peering into the unknown. Persistence and curiosity will end up getting you killed if you aren't careful...

Warnings: Toxic/Abusive Relationship, General Horror/Suspense, Late Night Shifts, Fear of the Dark, Body Horror, A Series of Terrible Decisions, One-sided Attraction, Obsession, Canon Typical Violence

It was yet another long night for you. Alone, just like you always were… You don’t even know why your boss keeps this shitty theater open for so long. It wasn’t like anyone came here during the weekdays and certainly not after nine at night. There just wasn’t enough business to justify such a thing though… Maybe you should just be grateful that you don’t have to face the public rush every single day like the rest of your coworkers. 

You’re at least away from that jerk that you call a boyfriend… 

You had stopped in your nightly closing duties, sitting in the midst of rundown arcade games that only barely function and a carpet that was totally ruined with soda, popcorn and other movie theater sweets that are far too overpriced to be bought or sold. Your shoes stuck to the ground and you rhythmically picked up and dropped one of your feet as you tested just how sticky the ground was. 

“Ugh, are you serious?!” Your face wrinkles in disgust as you struggle to pull your tennis shoe off the carpeted floor. This was waaay above your paygrade to clean up… Sighing heavily, you pick yourself up off the bench and trudge your way over to the mop bucket that has stood nearly overflowing with dirty water. 

“...I seriously hate this goddamn job…”

You slosh the water around with the mop and sling it against the linoleum floor. Why couldn’t this entire theater be like this? It’s so much easier to clean… You were ruminating on all things that were bad and just plain inconvenient in your life. You hated working alone at night. Your mind wanders too far for your liking and you focus on all the wrong things that shouldn’t really matter to you in the end.

Like the guy that cut you off on your way to work.

Or how your coworker just pushed all their unwanted tasks onto you without consulting you.

Or… Or how your boyfriend stays out for days at a time and never calls or messages you like he once did… 

You sniffle softly as you watch brownish-grey water pool around your feet. It wasn’t just that… There was so much that was bothering you. He didn’t look at you like he once did, he didn’t say ‘hello’ or ask ‘how was your day, baby’... He- He just didn’t… 

“Is… Is it really so much to ask for…? I-I just want to be understood…” Your voice trembled under your breath as you sniffled. Large tears welled in your eyes and streamed down your face. Great, now your makeup is ruined too… You pat your eyes dry with the collar of your uniform and struggle to get ahold of your raging emotions. Why are you even thinking about this stuff at a time like this? It had to be terrible for your already ailing mental health-

“Hey…”

You blink, snorting in the snot that threatens to spill out of your wet nose. 

H-Huh…? Did you just-? 

“H-Hello?” For a fraction of a second, your heart skipped a beat. Your body immediately sobers from the emotional stress that clouded your perception. Your tears dry and you subconsciously hold your breath, uncertain if you should really be waiting for a response or not.

…but you don’t hear anything else. Or… you at least think you don’t.

“Hello…?”

A chill runs down your spine and you suddenly feel like you were being watched by someone.

Or something… 

Everyone knew about the stories. The stories about the Greenville theater, about people disappearing into thin air, disappearing after staying in the theater, alone, disappearing when questioning too many things, disappearing in front of large crowds…

“Hey, you-!” 

You never believed in those stories. Disappearing into thin air in front of a crowd…? Yeah. Right… It’s just one of those urban legends that are always spreading around. You didn’t even hear about them until after you had started working at the theater, and, well… It’s not like you’ve seen or heard anything out of the ordinary.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” 

A nagging feeling was gnawing at the back of your head. Something was making the hairs on your body stand on end. You nervously shove your hands into your pocket, blindly feeling around until you finger the small container of pepper spray that you keep on your person as a ‘just in case’ measure. You weren’t ever sure carrying this around was ever really a good idea, but your boyfriend would always insist that you bring it with you when you were out alone. 

Ah, your boyfriend- 

You blink and the thought escapes to the back of your mind. You had a need to just… double check… Just to see if there were any dumbasses that tried to stay in after closing. It was something that you were warned about, given the theater’s reputation as an urban legend spot. You swallowed thickly and grabbed the mop what good was it going to do? and made your way towards the bathrooms.

“H-Hey! If there’s anyone here, you need to leave! I will call the cops if you don’t!” Your voice echoed in the empty bathroom. There was only the sound of water dripping from one of the faucets. You stepped up to one of the stalls and sucked in a deep breath. You couldn’t see anyone’s feet underneath the stall, nor anyone in the crack in the door.

“H-HEY-!!!”

THUD-!

You slammed the door open and… 

Nothing. 

There was nothing in there. Nothing in any of the stalls. You started to chuckle to yourself, nervous and on edge. Maybe working all these late shifts was taking a greater toll on you than you originally thought… Maybe you should switch to the daytime-

“Come here-” 

You nearly jump out of your skin. For a fraction of a second, you couldn’t feel your own heart beating. The air was trapped in your lungs and your legs refused to work. You were trapped in a freeze response and could do nothing other than strain your ears over the sound of your entire body rolling and shifting in place. Did… Did you really just- 

Against your better judgement, you poked your head out of the women’s restroom. Everything in the opening floor was just as you had left it. Some of the lights were on and the bucket of dirty water was right where it should be. You crane your head to the side, eyes straining in the darkness that lead towards the actual theater rooms. No… No, there’s no way in fucking hell that you’re going down there… This was a sensation that you had nearly forgotten about in your day-to-day adult life. The fear of what could be lurking in the dark… Whatever it was, it had to be someone pulling the shittiest prank in all of existence. Once you get your hands on them- 

You… You think it came from the men’s room. You nudge the door and, of course, it’s open. Why didn’t you lock them before you started?! You should have just backed away and called the cops. So what if it was a false alarm? This is fucking terrifying! You push the door open with the handle of your mop and your eyes scan the harshly lit bathroom. 

There’s… 

Step-by-step, you edge your way inside. You shouldn’t be doing this… This is stupid… This is how dumbasses get killed in slasher movies- 

“I-If… If there’s anyone in here, you b-better come out now! O-Otherwise I’m- I’m gonna k-kick your ass!” You tap your mop against the tiled wall.

“W-With a mop!” 

…as you strained your ears, you heard something. 

“URK-!” 

There was shuffling in one of the stalls. You lowered your stance and strained your eyes for any movement- anything- but couldn’t see a thing. You thought you heard the sound of something… popping? Or maybe crunching, like a wrapper or some pop-rocks in a person’s mouth. Maybe it was chips…? Your mind was running wild and the more it got away from you, the more grotesque the possibilities became. Maybe it was bones breaking… or joints being popped out of place… Or… O-Or…

“Is… I-Is it…?”

Oh

My

Fucking

GOD-

Your heart nearly fell out of your ass. In spite of your body ceasing to function properly, you heard that voice in crystal clear quality. It was soft and light as air, as if the person speaking was frail and hoarse as though they were sickly. You couldn’t gauge much else about them, since it was so quiet and just… short. You couldn't hear any breathing, no wheezing and no… anything, really. The ambient noise in the bathroom was nearly silent, the hum of the fluorescent lights muted and the sound of your own breathing seemingly vanishing just as the voice did. Into thin air.

In… Into thin air- 

“H-He- …hello…?” For some reason, you were drawn to a particular stall. You… You don’t know why you just… stepped up to it, pressing your ear against the cold, metal door. It slightly moved against your weight, showing that it was in fact not locked. You… didn’t push any further. There was a presence on the other side. Someone was there and the annoyance that you felt suddenly shifted into something different.

“Are… you… o-okay…?” What if… What if they needed help? What if they were sick o-or-? 

Your heart seized in your chest as you heard that same terrible noise that you heard moments before. Somehow, you just knew they were leaning towards the door too. This was confirmed when the door was pushed back towards you, catching on the locking mechanism that was on the other side. 

…….

…….

…….

“...don’t leave me behind…”

You had never run so fast in your entire life. You don’t think you had ever screamed so loudly, either. By the time cops showed up, you had screamed yourself into silence. Even though you had told them- told them!- that there was someone that sounded fucked up in the men’s restroom they just-

Sighed.

And rolled their eyes.

They didn’t bother trying to hide that they didn’t believe you. ‘Really, this shit again?’ was asked directly to your face. W-What…? Did they think it was some kind of prank?! That… That you were just making it up for attention?! They proved to you that there was no one in the bathroom but it didn’t make you feel any better. The cops didn’t check the rest of the theater. They just… left you there, telling you that misuse of emergency services was a crime that you could be charged for the next time that you called them like that. Like ‘that’?! Like what?! You were enraged when you got home and couldn’t sleep at all, no matter how exhausted you felt. When you told your boyfriend about this, he rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“Well, what did you expect? God, you’re such a drama queen!” 

You instantly burst into tears. 

What… the hell was even happening anymore…? 

You had a few days off from work but you didn’t recover from what happened to you at all. That night kept repeating over and over again in your head when you were awake and in your dreams when you were asleep. You couldn’t talk about this with anyone. Somehow word had gotten out about you calling the cops while working the closing shift and everyone was probably calling you a coward or that you were just an attention whore… 

It’s what your boyfriend thought of you so why not everyone else? 

The voice that spoke to you continuously repeated in your head. Who… was that? Was it really your imagination? No… it was real. You had no proof, of course, but it was just so… so…

‘...don’t leave me behind…’ 

It twisted your stomach into knots. That voice was so desperate… The more you thought about it, the less scared you became. Huh… You were a little surprised. In the dark of your room, thinking about the most terrifying moment of your life started to make you feel more concerned than terrified. That voice was so quiet… so… desperate. If… something wanted to hurt you, it would have, right? You frowned. The longer you began to question things, the more you wondered if it really happened at all. It’s such a well known urban legend spot where people have gone missing. Why didn’t you disappear too? 

As one of the two people that closed the theater down for the night, you had one of the three keys to enter the building. For some reason, your boss trusted you with it, even though it was a place that people liked to break into for the thrill of it. You had never done something like this before and never thought that you ever would, especially given that you had been utterly terrified only a few nights before. You were due back to work the very next day anyway but you didn’t think that you could wait to confirm your suspicions any longer. This might be the stupidest thing that you’ve ever attempted but so what? 

It's not like anyone really gives a damn about what happens to you… 

The theater was pitch black and eerily quiet when you approached it from the back. It was already well past closing time so it was no surprise that your coworker had already cleared out for the night but still… It was a little scary… 

You sucked in a deep breath as you put the key for the employee entrance into its lock. You were a little surprised that it opened, secretly hoping that it wouldn’t have opened for whatever reason. Why wouldn't it work? You know that key works for that door… You were already losing your nerve and you hadn’t even set foot into the vacant building. Shaking your head, you suck in a deep breath and open the door. 

….

Fuck, it’s dark in there… You already regret not bringing a proper flashlight. At least you have your phone… The light from your phone’s flashlight wasn’t great but it was a hell of a lot better than blindly feeling around in the dark. 

“O-Okay… I-I’m coming in…” 

Who were you even talking to? You still weren’t totally convinced that what you heard the other day was even real. If- IF- there was someone or something waiting for you in there then it only felt right to announce your presence when you were practically breaking into the building. W-Well… was it ‘breaking in’ if you had a key…? 

You strained your ears as you timidly stepped inside the break room. Everything was just as it should have been inside. You… don’t know why you expected it to be any different but it wasn’t so… that’s good right? 

R-Right? 

“O-Oh shit-!” You jumped as you accidently scooted one of the break room chairs against the floor. You fumbled and tried to push it back, nearly knocking it over in the process. You stumbled out of the break room and towards the main lobby of the theater, the linoleum floor still a little wet from being mopped early and thus a little slippery under foot. 

Goddamn-! U-Uhh…” You shined your light at your feet and stumbled towards the concession counter, resting your forearm on it as you held your breath for a moment. The silence was unnerving, almost unnatural, just like the dark was. The light from your phone seemed to just halt a mere few inches from your foot. It was so dark that you probably couldn’t see your hand even if it was resting on your nose… Shit, this isn’t right… Why the hell did you come here to this place-?!

“Is someone there?”

You nearly lost control of your bladder and fainted at the same time. Oh my GOD there really is someone here…! 

“H-Hello…?” You pressed your back flat against the counter as you waited. A shiver ran down your spine as you heard a familiar popping sound, one that you had heard the last night that you had worked at the theater.

“Is… Is it you-?” 

God, that voice was so… so strange but you couldn’t put your finger on why that was. It sounded like there was no breath behind the words that were being spoken. As if that made any sense at all… You swallowed the rising lump in your throat and you exhaled softly. 

“I-It’s me… It’s-” You gave the voice your name. The silence was deafening on your ears. Shit… what if it wasn’t looking for you? W-What if- 

“....you came back….” 

It was spoken directly into your ear, as though whoever was speaking was looming directly over your shoulder. A scream was caught in your throat and you sank to the floor, utterly terrified. You waited for something terrible to happen, to be killed or… or something. When nothing happened, you released the breath you were holding and struggled to slow your rapidly beating heart.

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

“...are you going to hurt me…?”

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

Ba-dum

“Is… Is it really so much to ask for…?”

Your eyes go wide as you hear the ghost of your own voice being spoken back at you. The air around you is still and you hear the sound of something creaking and straining underneath a great weight.

“W-Wha-?”

“…I-I just want to be understood…” 

That… made you choke up a little. What… What was this…? You were told that the urban legend here was a monster, something that would spirit people away and steal their voices but… 

God, this is really getting to you… 

You couldn’t answer the voice, your throat squeezing shut as you heard the heartbreak in your own voice being parroted back. Parroted? M-Maybe… Maybe it was something more than that… 

You don’t know for how long you sat there on the floor, not moving, not speaking… The presence behind you, leaning against the counter didn’t leave even after you fell utterly silent. You just… didn’t know what to say. What was there to even say? Maybe, if it wanted something else out of you, it would have just taken it. Maybe, like other urban legends, you didn’t do something right and it couldn’t take anything from you yet. Whatever the case, you just sat there and waited. And waited… And waited some more. 

But nothing happened. 

Even after you turned your phone’s flashlight off, nothing happened. The presence didn’t leave and it didn’t say or do anything else. It wasn’t until it was getting close to the opening shift to arrive at the theater did you finally move, and when you did, the presence behind you totally vanished into thin air. 

H-Huh… 

You didn’t tell anyone what you experienced that night. You never brought it up with anyone that you went back and re-experienced something supernatural in that place. Perhaps you were just losing your mind… Perhaps there really was something freaking about that theater that no one wanted to talk about. Whatever it was, you thought that it would probably be a secret that you would have taken to your grave. You got back home and couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened there. Maybe you should have ran far, far away but how could you when it was just getting interesting? And after all…

You couldn’t remember the last time that another being was so kind to you… 

The next time that you went to work, you were still on edge but not nearly as scared as you were the last night that you were there. Like last time, you announced your arrival and got to work cleaning the theater, starting from the back and working your way up towards the front. As the night went on and you didn’t hear anyone calling out for you, you began to become disappointed. Did… Did you upset them in some way? You were genuinely becoming sad, shoulders drooping and sighing heavily as you mopped despondently. 

“Did… Did I do something wrong?” You absentmindedly slapped your mop against the wet ground. You just wanted someone to talk to, even if they were just a figment of your imagination. 

“Shh, it’s alright.” 

Your ears perk up at the sound of a frail voice speaking out to you from behind the concession counter. There was a kitchen that was bathed in darkness and you hesitated as you took a few steps in its direction. 

“H-Hello? Is… Is it you, strange voice?” Was that rude? It might have been rude… You cringed and was about to apologize when they spoke out once again.

“Come here…” 

You couldn’t stop a violent shiver from wracking your spine. There was something about that voice that was totally unnatural but you no longer felt the fear that you once felt. You were in the pitch-black with this being for the better part of a night and nothing bad had happened to you… You stopped just shy of the kitchen’s threshold and you prepared yourself for the being to speak again.

….

….

….

“Hello-” 

It made your heart seize in your chest. How could something be so soft spoken yet so chilling at the same time? After your initial fear passed, you exhaled deeply and you forced a smile to your face. It wasn’t like you were lying by doing this… You’re just a little on edge, that’s all… 

“H-Hey! You’re still here!” You were happy that they were still here, waiting for you. The presence in the darkness was still there, staring at you keenly. It laid heavily on your shoulders but instead of feeling objective terror you felt at ease. 

Though there was still something lingering that made your skin crawl.

You didn’t know what you wanted to say to the being. At first, you didn’t talk about much, just about who you were, what you were doing there, wondering aloud if you were intruding on the being’s home… You didn’t get much of a response out of them, only a few phrases that it seemed to use to communicate with you.

“Yes, that’s right-”

“No, no-”

“What is it?” 

Not all of the voices were the same but they weren’t at all different. It’s like the being was parroting after all, only there seemed to be genuine intelligence behind the responses it chooses to say to you. You weren’t able to learn much about them, given their limited vocabulary, but the most important thing that you learned was that they seemed to linger in the dark places of the movie theater, calling out to you whenever you moved too far away for them to be heard well. After the first few days of speaking to them regularly, you began to turn a few more lights off as you worked, giving the presence more than enough roaming area to stay close to you so you both could talk. 

“It’s just that… You’re probably one of the only people to actually talk to me, you know?” You were idly rolling the powered off vacuum cleaner around the arcade area, procrastinating the work you had left. The area was almost too dark for your liking but your paranoia was muted by the presence that hung over you heavily. You could feel it pressing against you with enough force that your shoulders began to sag from the weight.

“...” 

They said nothing but your ears began to ring. You heard no breathing, only the sound of something shifting and popping in the darkness. You swallow thickly as your skin begins to crawl.

“...him- …him- …him-” 

W-What? ‘Him’? Him who-? Oh. 

“Do you… mean my boyfriend?” Silence answered you but it was filled with anticipation. You hesitated for a moment, trying to judge their intentions but quickly nodded as you grew annoyed with the thought of him.

“Yeah… ‘Him’... What about him? He’s a freaking asshole!” You huffed as you left the vacuum where it was standing, going to sit down on a nearby bench. The presence strained against the confines of the darkness, eager to hear more. 

“I can’t believe he left me here!” 

Your throat grew tight. Y-Yeah, actually… 

“He… didn’t believe me when I told him about you… He made fun of me for being scared that first day…” You chuckled nervously as you tested the ground’s stickiness with the soles of your shoes. It’s unpleasant on your ears, almost as much as the being’s voice as it echoed voices laced with betrayal.

“Why did he leave me?”

“He made a promise-” 

Tears throbbed behind your eyes. You sniffled and rubbed your nose on the back of your jacket sleeve as you remembered the look of pure annoyance on your boyfriend’s face as you told him about what was a terrifying encounter that you had while you were alone at work in the middle of the night. 

He really doesn’t care about you, does he? 

“I… I think he wouldn’t care if I just disappeared one night… “ Your voice trembled slightly as you struggled to swallow down your emotions. 

“Do you… really make people disappear? Maybe… Maybe if I disappeared one day, then everyone would be better off…” You laughed bitterly, instantly feeling a bolt of fear running through your body. There was tension in the air and after a moment of silence, the being spoke out of the darkness.

“....don’t leave me here…” 

It made you choke up a little bit… You shook your head and tried to smile, ultimately failing as tears streamed down your face. 

“S-Sorry… ‘m sorry…” 

You had nearly forgotten what it felt like to be needed by another person. You really should leave that jerk… You don’t deserve to be upset every single day of your life for no damn reason… 

“He should- G-Go away!” 

You were surprised by the forcefulness of the being’s words. It sounded like something was squirming in the darkness, squirming in anticipation. 

“W-Well… Yeah… I-I guess so… But-” You thought about it a little bit. You thought about all the times that he was mean to you, that he yelled at you or ‘forgot’ important things or when he ignored you for days at a time…

“Y-You know what-? Yeah. I do wish he’d just leave!” You scoffed, feeling less and less sad the more you thought about it. 

“Maybe I should leave him before he tries to dump me! I don’t even think that loser can find anyone that will put up with his bullshit…” You stood up and wiped your face again. You were still feeling down but you were already a lot better than you were before. 

“Thanks for that. I think I needed to get that off my chest…” You waited for a reply but didn’t receive one. Odd… The presence wasn’t nearly as strong as it was before. In fact… it was practically gone. Huh… 

Their sudden departure made you sadder than you were willing to admit. Were they gone for good? You hoped not… You were going to miss them if they somehow disappeared… The rest of your shift you worked, dejected and upset. The only thing of note that happened was your phone going off in your pocket. 

BZZT!

BZZT!

You nearly missed it, since you always had it on silent mode. You were lost in thought and your body was a little stiff from constantly moving so you didn’t realize you were getting a call until after you missed it. You furrowed your brows and frowned. 

Who would be calling you at this time of night? 

Your brows raised up to your hairline as you scrolled through the dozens of phone calls that you had received in the past half hour. Over and over again, the same number called you, sometimes hanging up and calling you again before the call went to your voicemail. You had an additional eight voicemails, all of which were from the very same person that was calling you repeatedly.

Your boyfriend… 

With trembling fingers, you clicked on one of the voicemails, hearing your boyfriend’s annoyed but clearly terrified voice on the other end of the line as he yelled at you for being a ‘pathetic, childish bitch’ for playing such a ‘stupid fucking prank’ on him. What… What was he talking about? You didn’t do anything! Heart pounding out of your chest, you called him back, not bothering to listen to his other voicemails. Maybe if you did, it would have saved you… Maybe, but-

You didn’t receive an answer. No matter how many times you called, he never answered you back. Your entire body was trembling as the possibilities ran rampant through your head. 

Was he pranking you?

Maybe someone was pranking him…

W-What if he’s been hurt?

W-What… W-W-What if- i-if- 

Maybe if you called the police this time, it would have made the difference. But they didn’t help you last time. They scolded you for calling them. If there’s a problem, you might need to solve it yourself…

You need to face your problems instead of just running away or relying on others to help you… 

The home that you shared with your longtime boyfriend was dark. Unsurprising, since even when you left work early, it was still past twelve a.m.. You aren’t sure what you were looking for. His car? There. The door? Closed and locked. The windows? Also all seemed closed and locked… 

Unlocking and stepping into your own house felt foreign and alien… It’s like you have never been inside of this place before, in spite of the fact that you have lived here for some years. You strained your ears for a moment, holding your breath as you simply-

-listened.

…

You couldn’t hear anything whatsoever. It was just like most nights that you come home, only even more hostile, if such a thing were possible. You left the front door open as you gathered the courage to speak out.

“H-Hello?” 

Silence. Were you losing your mind? Maybe he was asleep, as he always was, and would storm out of the bedroom, pissed off that you woke him up yet again. You don’t think you would have minded that much… Anything was better than this terrible silence.

“H-Hey, are you up there?”

…again, nothing. You swallowed thickly as you debated on what to do. Maybe you should just call the cops… You have more than enough reason to do so, right? As you pulled your phone out, you heard your boyfriend calling you from upstairs.

“H-Hey-!”

The way he called your name made you cringe. As much as your vital organs seized violently, a wave of relief washed over you. So he was okay then?! 

“H-Hey! S-Sorry for waking you up! I was just so worried about you-! Why did you call me so much?!” You waited for a reply as you began to take your shoes off. Silence. Is he fucking serious right now?! Giving you the silent treatment when he’s the one that called you nonstop?!

“-i-it’s not funny! Knock it off!” 

You furrowed your brows.

“W-What? What are you-?” You walked towards the stairs.

“-come here! Now!” 

Again with that tone… You were getting annoyed the longer this went on.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude?! What the hell did I do to deserve this right now?! Huh?! Hey! I’m fucking talking to you!” Your patience has eroded beyond what you were capable of dealing with. You angrily stomped up the stairs, faltering as you nearly reached the top.

“...p-please-” 

Your boyfriend was whimpering your name. Instantly the rage that you felt dissolved into something much more terrifying. Panic began to spread throughout your body and you fished out your phone and began to dial the police. 

“H-Hey?! Hey?! Are y-you okay?! Hey-?!” You called his name and began to back down the stairs. Fear made you tremble but hearing him calling out to you again, only much weaker this time, spurred you into action.

“S-SHIT-!!! HANG ON-!” You tripped over your own feet as you rushed up the stairs. He didn’t sound like he was playing around! He actually s-sounded hurt or- or-!

As you ran down the top floor hallway, you yelped as you slipped in something wet and sticky that coated the floor. You had to flounder around as you desperately tried to regain your balance, your hand slapping against the wall as you struggled to reground yourself. 

“W-What-?! W-WHAT?!” 

A metallic smell hits your nose with enough intensity to make you gag. The little surge of confidence that pushed you forward suddenly died in your throat as you freezed in place. Fear had gripped your limbs coldly and you couldn’t move no matter how much you needed to. Your breath was squeezed out of your tightening throat and you felt pure terror as you heard your boyfriend call out to you again. Or what sounded like him, anyway…

“P-Please- C-Come! PLEASE! …don’t leave me here…” 

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head as the door to your bedroom slowly pushes open. You heard a hauntingly familiar popping and cracking noise, like pop rocks in someone’s mouth or someone’s bones being popped out of joint or broken all together. Bile burns the back of your throat as something your eyes couldn't fully comprehend clumsily stumbled out of the bedroom. Something hard slammed into the door and a glint of something wet and sharp shined in the dim light of your home. You blink your eyes repeatedly, tears falling down your face as you wonder if this was really happening. It’s just a bad dream, right? It has to be a bad dream!

I-It’s only a- a bad- a b-bad-

“You’re probably one of the only people to actually talk to me, you know-?”

The second that you finally saw it in all of its terribleness, you opened your mouth to scream. 

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather, @horny-3

[ivoryghostyy]

「 image, not mine. sourced from Pinterest. 」

「 tw: possessive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, implications of being bitten — this isn't very heavy. read with caution, i suppose. 」

"let you go?" he mocked, eyeing your stubborn form.

"why would i do that? you are mine now," he hissed softly, his muscles tensing in light annoyance. surely, you didn't plan on leaving him? no, that simply wouldn't do.

"i could easily subdue you. do not test me, little mouse."

his pupils shifted to slits. his threat sent a chill up your spine. you knew of his capabilities; of his proficiency as a hunter. after all, he was an apex predator. one who spent half—if not the entirety—of his life in the wild, stalking his prey.

he is a silent and very lethal killer. his fangs are often bathed in blood; red staining his hands. the colour dripped from his glittering scales, casting a beautiful sheen beneath the moon's ethereal glow.

"for the rest of your mortal days, you shall stay here," he stated. finality coated his tone, leaving no room for further arguments.

"here, where you will be safe; where i can protect and care for you."

his eyes glow dangerously beneath the shadows.

"here, in my arms, where you will eternally be mine. it is time for you to accept that."

he nuzzled into your neck, his tail slowly uncoiling from around your waist and allowing you to stand on your own. to remind you of who's really in control.

with a hum, he continued.

"you are my mate," he declared. his lips brush against your neck; his fangs are dangerously close to your skin.

the naga snickered; a low rumble in his chest.

"are you scared, little mouse?"

his voice was deep; a pleasant sound to hear.

a sharp pair of fangs press against your pulse. 'how would you taste?' he wonders.

without another word from you, and with one last kiss to your neck, you felt a painful sting.

"that's too bad,"

a cold sensation enveloped you. your vision turned hazy. the den's walls suddenly became unclear and blurry.

"because i will never let you go."

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 II

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This one is more of an introduction, if anything.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets.

TW // Attempted Kidnapping? Violence?

“Your name is Scarab?” I managed to pronounce the Thousand sons name, his little blue, and gold helmet nodded at me. “And you are Atheloca?” I pointed to the little Death Guard, getting a nod too.

“Don’t forget your other two that have been assigned to you.” The physician sounded bored, writing something on his clipboard.

“I don’t think I could Dr. Ryker. They are the most troublesome out of all of them.” I said, turning my gaze to the other two. The little Night lord squeaking out in demand.

“Yes, I know your name Saveth.” I responded to the Night Lord. “And yours too, Sarvak.” Tilting my head to the World Eater, a quiet rumble coming out of him.

“Alright, you are set to go.” Dr. Ryker sighed, clicking his pen. “I hope you do not find any more small Astartes out there, but otherwise keep them safe. Who knows what would happen to them.”

“Understood Doctor.” I sighed, understanding the last part of his words well, remembering the day of an attempted kidnapping.

It wasn’t even a week I had them before someone tried to kidnap the little Astartes. The little warband squeaking at me in a frenzy, their litte forms waving up at me. Urging me to come back.

I only left the room for a second, wanting a little snack, but came right back by their demands to see one of Sharon’s boyfriends (or her one night stands) was trying to forcefully pick up Saveth. Who in turn, looked like he was fighting for his life. Slashing at the man’s bare hands with his talon-like gauntlets, making him bleed.

The man, out of anger. Backhanded the little Night lord away, a tiny thunk going off as he hit the wall, then the floor.

Worry crushed my heart while I rushed in, brushing past the man; who didn’t even look remotely sorry for what he had done and picked up the potentially injured Night Lord from the floor. Sharon coming into the room at the noise, and yelling at her one night stand for being “so cruel.”

Carefully moving the recovering Night Lord into a different room. I covered him with my other hand, providing a small protection around him while he used it to right himself. A tiny hiss coming out of him while I carefully looked him over.

No missing limbs. No weirdly shaped, or bent arms. No bleeding.

Saveth cooed softly at me while I searched him. Yet I ignored his attempts to soothe me. Observing him of any injuries that hit could have given him. My chest getting tighter.

I knew I shouldn't have left them with Sharon’s one night stands. They always brought off a bad vibe. Was I stupid to even think they wouldn’t do anything? Was I even a good caretaker to these little Astartes?

A cold weight on my cheek snapped me out of my racing thoughts. A tiny purring emitting from the little Night Lord. Then another, and another. Each one having their own tone, pitch, and vibration.

I don’t remember feeling the rest of the warband climbing up my clothes to join in with the… purring session, but it soothed me down more than I’d like to admit at that moment.

“As regular, come back so we can check up on them and run some tests.” Dr. Ryker reminded me. Taking me out of my daze. “And hopefully, in no time. They will be back to their regular size.”

“I’m sure they’ll love that.” I stated, putting my hand down on the counter for the mini warband to climb on. Feeling the little pin pricks digging into the fabric of my shirt while they made their way up to my collarbone. Taking their spots they personally made there.

The doctor hummed. “Also, try not to get too attached. They might not want to be with you once they grow back to their original sizes.” A certain dread dropped in my stomach.

“Grow back? So you have something in the works for them?” I asked, focusing on the Astartes health more. Ignoring the tiny sting on my neck.

“Yes, we have something in mind, but it isn’t ready yet.” He confirmed before leaving the room, mumbling something underneath his breath as he shut the door. Leaving us in an empty room once again.

“Well, at least you know you are not ultimately stuck as a small gremlin.” I spoke out loud, earning a couple of nicks, and conflicting squeaks from some of the Astartes. “Ow! I’m not retracting my statement!”

I jumped at another nick. “It’s true! You are small.”

“Ow! You know what? Come here you little-” My hand quickly went up to my neck, snatching the little Astartes who caused the most pricks. A squeak came out of him as I held him firmly in my hand. “You’re grounded.”

Saveth, the little Night Lord could only squeak back at me, and chirp to the warband to help him out to no avail. He was stuck with his consequences.

ℕ𝕖𝕩𝕥 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 III

ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣: 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖎𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘

[give-soup-please]

Platonic(?) Obsessed Narrator Headcanons

Hoo boy, this dude is intense.

He will do absolutely anything to keep your attention.

New endings? Done. New content? Yes. That godforsaken bucket? Fine, but he’s going to complain the whole time.

He will find out what you like about him and bump up those traits in his self-presentation.

He’s very desperate to keep you by his side, either through Stanley or somehow wiring you directly into the game.

If your favorite thing about him is his voice, you’d better hope he doesn’t find out. Unless, of course, you want him to. 

When the mood strikes him, he can be an incredible storyteller, and his acting range is unparalleled. 

Happy endings? Bittersweet? Sad? Whatever you want, as long as you stay by his side.

If you’d like, you may even be able to push him into reading someone else’s story, though it is a difficult thing to navigate.

He’s at his happiest when he’s reading what he wrote, wanting to believe it's his words casting a spell over you, and not someone else's.

But if you ask him enough, he’ll indulge and read your favorite book to you, or maybe your favorite poetry. After all, it means you’re spending more time with him. 

I can’t help but think of a slightly edited quote from the zending (red door)

“This is what you want. This is where we can both be happy, we really can. If you keep listening. You just have to keep listening.”

He understands that humans have physical limitations, though he doesn’t have any personal experience with it, and that you can’t play the game 24/7. This doesn’t stop him from getting upset when you have to leave.

“You will come back, won’t you?” 

Occasionally his trauma starts acting up, especially post skip button ending. You’d go to exit the game after spending a few hours with him and all of a sudden…

“Don’t go! Please don’t go!” 

You’re going to have to navigate his boundaries, your boundaries, and the boundaries of the game carefully if you want to maintain any sense of balance. 

You can, if you wish, try and convince him that you are always going to come back.

 Depending on how much trauma he has when these traits start appearing, this could take anywhere from a few days to a few months.

But even if it’s been a while since you booted up the game, he’s always happy to see you again.  

You’re proof that he’s real. That his stories are having an impact. That he’s so compelling you can’t help but want to see him again.  

Unless you two code something collaboratively, communication will be difficult.

A nod and a shake of a head from Stanley are fairly clear to him, but other than that? It may be worth modding the game in order for him to receive input from your mic. 

It’s unlikely to happen given the current limitations of the game, but if you were somehow able to code in/mod the game to get him to hear from your mic AND have a webcam feed he could watch, he’d be absolutely overjoyed. 

He can see you! You have a lovely smile. And it’s all for him.   

[xxunknowncutiexx]

Ray from BSH fic <3. This is meant to take place after the Ray ending but before the after-story. There will be two parts to this fic just purely because I made it too long and couldn't post it all together. Ray is probably also OOC, sorry!! Warning: While my fic isn't sexual, BSH is an 18+ game so, minors please stay away from this fic. If I find out you're a minor and interacting with my work I will block you.

You stared at Ray, watching as he cooked pancakes. It felt domesticated, watching your... boyfriend? You weren't too sure what you and Ray were, in all honestly. Anyway, you watched as Ray made the two of you pancakes for breakfast. Ray always insisted on making you food, it became part of your routine at this point. Ray seemed to like cooking, maybe it was relaxing to him? You weren't sure, you hated cooking, it wasn't your thing, and you were more of a baker, in all honesty. "Good morning, Star. Are you just going to stare at me all morning?" Ray's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You blinked, looking up at the 6'2 man in front of you. You felt blood rush to your cheeks, you were sure you were blushing. "Oh... sorry." It felt awkward, despite this being normal at this point and you were sure he was just teasing, you still felt embarrassed you had gotten caught staring. "There's nothing to apologize for, Star." Ray had an uncharacteristically soft smile on his lips, a smile that was reserved for only you, it always made your heart flutter. You didn't respond and instead, made your way closer to him, shuffling closer. You wrapped your arms around Ray's waist from behind, letting out a quiet yawn as you closed your eyes, resting your head against his back. "Still tired?" He asked in a murmur as he reached behind to ruffle your hair before flipping a pancake. "Yeah, I didn't sleep too well, and don't do that, I've told you not to ruffle my hair like that." You huffed out at the action, acting more annoyed than you felt. You had grown used to Ray,  you had grown to love his small quirks, how he fell asleep halfway through watching a show, how he hated action movies, how he always called you a brat, or how he would call you Star. You adored the nickname, you adored him- no, you loved him. "....You love me?" Ray's voice broke you out of your thoughts yet again. "Wait, shit, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to read your mind." You opened your eyes, looking up at Ray who was staring down at you, eyes wide and a small blush across his cheek. Shit. "...it's okay, It was an accident." You looked away, your mind swirling with thoughts. You had been so careful to try not to think such thoughts around Ray, especially after he had confessed his love for you before you two had moved in but it seemed you had slipped up. It was bound to happen, though. The more important thought though, was did you really love Ray? You had felt love before, you had been in love with Double, which had been the biggest mistake of your life. However, things were different Ray though, they were more... comfortable. Double had been exciting, a rush of adrenaline until... Well, you didn't want to think of that. With Ray, things were more... comfortable. Maybe things had gone a bit too fast, sure, but given the circumstances it made sense, it made sense for you two to move in and Ray didn't seem to push you into anything like Double did. You didn't have to walk on eggshells around Ray like you had to with Double.  "...I think so, I think I love you." You admitted in a murmur. Ray stared at you for a moment before letting out an exhale you didn't realize he was holding in. Ray seemed relieved, you couldn't blame him, though. "I love you too., Star. I love you so much." Ray leaned down, kissing your forehead before turning his attention back towards the pancakes. "Sorry, they might be a bit burnt." He sighed, quickly grabbing a plate and scraping the pancakes out of the pan. "It's fine, I don't mind. A little bit of burnt pancakes never killed me before."

[seniaasaysstuff]

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫🗝️|| 𝗒𝖺𝗇！𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗋𝗂 𝗒𝗎𝗃𝗂 𝗑 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖺/n- this is yandere yuji x reader. Its kind of yandere but not really yandere? Idk hope its up to standards lol. Let me know your thoughts about it. Constructive criticism is always welcomed.

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Itadori Yuji was in love with you. Or he believed that he was in love with you.

You had been with him ever since he could remember.

He asked you out in middle school and you said yes.

You were so sweet, so innocent.

He gets overjoyed when you bring him small trinkets or handmade gifts.

He loves it when you smile at him. He believes you love him too.

He wants to keep you safe, hidden away from the rest of the world.

He looks at you as his prized possession. Something that he owns.

He is ready to give up his life for you.

You are his sunshine. The only person that makes him happy.

The murderous feeling that blooms inside him when he sees you talking to others.

It doesn’t matter if it’s a girl or a boy. what if they take his precious darling away? He couldn’t let that happen now, could he?

He knows he’s falling off the deep end but he cannot stop.

He cannot stop this dark filthy obsession with you that has been brewing in him ever since middle school.

He understands to some extent that these feelings are not romantic, they run deeper.

They overtake him. They possess him entirely.

These feelings, they hurt him but he revels in them because he knows that you, his sweet innocent lamb, are never going to leave him.

And if you do get thoughts about leaving him he will steal you, hide you from the rest of the world until the only thing you know is him.

He will own your mind, heart, body, and spirit for himself.

[moonlight-starlight6]

Pov: Donatello want you join his clan

Au tmnt it called eye clan :3