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Platonic Yandere John Wick - The Pickpocket

In which you try to pickpocket him.

You don’t know how you ended up in this man’s car, soaking wet from the rain and with a bloody nose. You sit in silence, and so does he. He doesn’t say a word to you while you sit there.

You thought he was drunk, they way he was stumbling down the street. Easy pickings, you had thought . You could take his wallet and he would barely notice.

But as you skillfully reached into his jacket pocket, the barrel of a gun pressed against the side of your head. You froze, your stomach dropping in fear. You were thrown to the ground, face first.

Your face hit the pavement, and a knee was pressed into your back. The man wasn’t drunk, he was injured in some way. You couldn’t tell because he was wearing a black suit, you couldn’t see any blood.

He still hasn’t said a word, gun pressed against the back of your head. You can’t move, his wallet clutched tightly in your hand.

“Who are you?” He asked, no emotion in his voice. He was cold blooded, like he would shoot without a second thought.

He sees that you have his wallet him your hand, and he huffs and rolls his eyes. He’s a bit relieved that you aren’t here for a job, but that you are some random pickpocket.

He takes his knee off of your back and he rolls you over so he can see your now bloody face. The gun is still pointed at your head, as a warning to stay still. You don’t notice that his finger isn’t even on the trigger anymore.

He reaches for his wallet in your hand and you immediately let go, in shock of what has just happened. You are terrified, and your face hurts. You think your nose is bleeding, or maybe it’s the rain?

He puts his wallet back in his pocket and he grabs you by the scruff of your sweater and pulls you to your feet with little effort.

“Please don’t kill me..” You say quietly, you fear that if you scream he will pull the trigger. He still has the gun pressed against you, now lower on your jaw. He doesn’t respond to your plea, looking over your face.

“How old are you?” He asks, still no expression or emotion in his words. The tears start to form in your eyes at this point, and he still doesn’t react.

“To young to be pickpocketing in this part of town.” He answers for you, the gun on your jaw if slightly pulled away, but you know that it is still there.

“Do you have any idea who I am?” He asks, glancing behind him for a moment before he looks back at you. You quickly shake your head, you’ve never seen him before. He scoffs, seemingly disappointed in you for pickpocketing him. Now your all caught up in his work, and you’ve seen him.

“You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into.” He mutters as he starts to drag you back down the street, now gripping onto your upper arm. He pulls you along with him, the gun no longer pointed at your head, but you still don’t dare struggle.

He moves rather fast, as if someone is tracking him. He constantly surveys his surroundings, ready to use his handgun. You still think he’s gonna kill you, he’s taking you somewhere where on one will see him do it. But that’s what you think is going on.

“I’m sorry.. -“ you mumble, but he cuts you off by harshly shushing you. He pushes you against a wall and gunfire rings out.

You flinch and cover your ears as he uses himself as a shield for you. He fires back, and he hits the attacker dead on. The unknown attacker falls down dead, a bullet hole in his forehead. You breath out, eyes wide. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“You’re fine.” He states to you, turning your gaze away from the body at the other end of the street by gripping your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger.

He stars to drag you again, to a part of the city with less people and less cars. He drags you to a sleek black car. A 1969 Ford Mustang Mach 1 to be more exact, he pulls the keys from his pockets and he unlocks the car.

He puts you into the front passenger seat first and he buckles you in himself. He closes the door and goes around the car to the drivers side , he gets in and buckled himself in. There is a moment of silence, and he puts his handgun in his waistband. He sighs, seemingly exhausted.

Your hands are shaking, you are in shock of the situation. He turns to you, getting a handkerchief out of his breast pocket. He reaches over the centre console and grips your chin again. He gently cleans up your bloody nose, no emotion on his face.

“You’re a mess..” he mumbles, you flinch when his hand pulls you closer so he can get a good look at the damage.

“Nothing broken, you’re fine.” He finally states, he puts the handkerchief in one of your hands in case your nose starts to bleed again. He starts the car and he peels off if the curb.

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can you write romantic yandere X-men 97 scott summers x reader who is the newest member of the X-men

Soft Yandere Scott Summers - New Teammate

Your new captain was a little strange, you could tell that he wasn’t as harsh on you as he was with the rest of the team. You had asked him about his strange favouritism.

“You’re new, Y/n. It wouldn’t be fair to throw you to the wolves first thing.” His answer seemed very logical during the first week of you being apart of the X-Men, but now it’s been over a month. He keeps benching you, getting you to do less dangerous work.

Does he not trust you to effectively do your job? Does he think you are incompetent? Quite the opposite. He just doesn’t want you to get caught in the line of fire. He wouldn’t want his newest teammate to get hurt, right?

Besides, you do a great job helping them from afar, especially with recon and hacking into security systems. Why would you want to do something else when what you do already benefits the team?

You try to assert yourself and tell him off when he benches you again, you’re fed up with his behaviour.

“Jesus, Scott. I’m a member of this team the same way you are. Treat me with some respect.” You point your finger at him, poking his chest in anger.

“You can’t just expect me to not put my skills to use when it would be more beneficial for the team if I was out on the field and not benched.” The rest of the team looked on as you practically yelled in Scotts face. But they didn’t disagree with you, it was a little odd how Scott would never let you out on any missions.

“I’m not disrespecting you Y/n, I would never intentionally disrespect you in anyway.” Scott replies calmly, a frown on his face. He didn’t want you to think that he didn’t respect you, he wanted you to be safe. Maybe he needed to change up his strategy?

“Your skills are very important to the team, I thought that you liked staying back here. I apologize.” He doesn’t want you to be mad at him, he feels tremendous guilt. He should send you in less dangerous mission so that you don’t get mad at him again.

The last thing he wants is for you to quit so soon, he’s heard you speaking about it with Storm, but he didn’t think you were being serious. He knows now that you were being serious.

He places a hand on your shoulder, gently rubbing it in attempts to calm you. “I’ll make sure you go on missions, Y/n. I misread the situation.” He wishes he had more opportunities to touch you, like holding your hand. But he knows that you would find it strange as he is your captain.

He’s not really sorry for ‘benching’ you, as you put it. That means that he was keeping you safe, but he doesn’t genuinely want you angry at him and thinking that he doesn’t think highly of you.

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Hiiiiii i really like your work and was wondering if you could do Yandere platonic headcanons with Kurt wagner/nightcrawler from the X-men. I’m a really big fan of the x-men and Kurt’s my favorite lol. If you can’t I totally understand, anyway thank u bye bye(♡´･ᴗ･`♡)

Platonic Yandere Kurt Wagner Headcanons

Kurt loves to scare you any chance he can get. You’re washing dishes? He will teleport behind you and taze you by digging his fingers into your sides. You’re walking into a room, he will appear right in front of you and scare the shit out of you.

He just laughs when you yelp, he thinks it’s so funny. He grins when you smack his arm and when you get angry. He apologizes for scaring you but he doesn’t really mean it. You should have seen the look on your face!

He makes it up to you by buying you your favourite snacks and playing board games with you.

He gets a little jealous when you hang out with your other friends, but he doesn’t do anything about it. He doesn’t want you to actually be mad at him. He just wants to annoy you. <33

He loves to listen to you talk about your hobbies and interests, he will listen to you for hours if you could talk for that long.

He always has his tail wrapped around your arm when he’s next to you, like he’s afraid you’ll wander off and get into trouble. He lowkey babies you sometimes, essentially when you get sick.

Teases you when you can’t reach something on the top self, but he doesn’t help you right away, he pokes fun at you about how you can’t reach anything without his help. Doesn’t matter if you are taller than him.

Did you know that he is a devout Catholic? He will say Grace with you before every meal. He’s very open about his faith, and he’s willing to share it with you if you want to listen.

He loves to cook food from his home country, Germany, for you all the time. From the classic schnitzel to making you homemade sauerkraut.

Overall, even though he can be annoying, he cares a lot about you. He would do anything for you, all you have to do is ask. You are his dearest friend after all. <33

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Hey guys! <33

My inbox is open for headcanons only at the moment. My list of fandoms I write for is at the very top of my Masterlist.

Please feel free to send me an ask! Happy holidays!🎄

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Can you please write romantic yandere John wick x civilian reader headcanons? Thanks ❤️

Yandere John Wick with Civilian Reader Headcanons

Let’s say this takes place after the events of all four John Wick films, he takes his time to grieve his wife and move on from his rough past. Then he finally starts to date again, he feels a little guilty at first, but he knows that Helen would want him to be happy.

He first notices you when he takes his dog out for exercise in the early morning, and he would catch the little glances you would shoot at him as the two of you pass each other in the park.

You look back at him as he passes by, it’s no secret to him that you have a little crush on him. He smiles to himself as he catches you looking back at him and how quickly you look away. It makes his heart flutter.

It’s his dog that eventually gives him an opening to talk to you. His dog had run over to you as you sit on the park bench that’s on his usually dog walking route. You may or may not do that on purpose so that you can smile at him every morning.

You ask if you can pet his dog, and he nods. He smiles as you give his dog some affection. (why can’t you give him any?)

He asks you if you want to go to the cafe down the street with him, and he almost grins at the way you look up at him. Like you were hearing things. You quickly agree, a bit flustered.

The two of you walk to the cafe together, his dog obediently following right beside him. The two of you introduce yourselves, and exchange contact information. He casually holds your hand the rest of the way to the cafe.

He orders the both of you a coffee, and you sit out on the patio as the two of you talk for what feels like forever. He hasn’t felt this way since Helen.

He will do extensive research on all of your friends, family and coworkers to make sure they aren’t anybody that will hurt you to get to him. He takes his retirement seriously after what happened in Paris.

He puts a tracker on your car and on your phone, and you never find out. He knows how to hide stuff like that due to his past as a high profile hitman. But he won’t tell you that. <33

He gets rid of any grace of his past, all of his weapons are out of his house and kept somewhere only he knows about. He doesn’t want to scare you off.

He spends most of his money on you, and he loves how flustered you get when he gives you an expensive custom piece of jewelry.

He loves to cook for you, he makes you homemade meals as often as he can. He also loves it when you bring over baked goods that you made, just for him. It makes him feel special when you make his favourite pastries from scratch. It makes all the more delicious knowing you made them while thinking of him.

He loves how domestic being with you is, it makes him happy k owing that he is deserving of a normal life after all of the crimes he has committed.

He will kill for you if he has to, and he will cover it up as well. He has the experience to make it look like an accident. All to make you happy <33

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TCan you write something about the platonic yander!Charles Xavier with a teenage reader who can't control his abilities and is a terribly aggressive mutant? Maybe not aggressive, but even nervous.

Just posted! Linked on my Masterlist <33

Happy holidays!!

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Platonic Yandere Young Charles Xavier - Anxiety

You are currently hiding in on if the many rooms of the X-Men mansion, hiding in a cupboard. You had managed to get out of the basement, rather, the secret base of operations of the X-Men. The beast had been going over ways to help you control your powers while Charles went out on a short mission.

It never felt like help to you, it was painful to suppress your mutation. You had slipped away out of the lab when the blue mutant wasn’t looking. And now you were hiding from him and Charles, assuming that the beast had contacted Charles.

You didn’t understand why your powers had to be suppressed. You have never lost control or hurt anyone before, it’s very easy to control. Maybe they were worried about you hurting yourself? You weren’t sure, and the unknown scared you.

Why are they doing this to you? Every time you would lash out at Charles he would just think it’s because you are irritated from all of the tests that the beast would get you to do to get a better understanding of your mutation. Your mutation is a very unique one, one that Charles had never seen before.

He’s very certain that you are the only one with such a gift and he wants to make sure that he knows everything about it so he can better his care of you.

Molecular Combustion, allowing you to to trigger explosive molecular reactions with a wave of your hand. You were a miniature nuclear weapon, and Charles wanted to keep you safe from the likes of government agencies that are willing to exploit you and your gift.

It was incredibly dangerous, sure, but you never hurt anyone. You hear footsteps from out in the hallway, you can immediately tell that it is Charles.

“Y/n..?” He calls out, opening the door to the room across the hallway from the one you are hiding in. You hold your breath, not wanting to face him. You hear him close the door and walk over to the door of the room your inside of.

You know that he knows that you are in here, he can read your mind. He can know where you are even if you are halfway across the world. You hear the door open, along with his soft footsteps padding across the carpet and him beelining towards the cupboard you are hiding inside of.

He kneels down in front of the cupboard, a concerned frown on his face. He doesn’t open the cupboard, knowing that it would make you feel more upset.

“Y/n.. why are you in the cupboard..?” He asks quietly, no judgement in his voice. He seems genuinely confused and is unsure why you are hiding in the cupboard.

“That can’t be comfortable.. you wanna come out soon?” He asks gently, patiently waiting for your response. You read your mind briefly, wanting to know why you were upset.

“Go away.” You mumble, curling into a tighter ball, your head on your knees. Charles let’s out a little sigh, and he moves to sit against the wall beside the cupboard.

“I know you don’t like the safety tests we do, but you know it’s for your own good.. right?” He asks quietly, his heart clenches in his chest. He doesn’t like it any more than you do, but it’s for your sake.

“I don’t want to do them anymore..” You mumble into your knees, closing your eyes tight. You hate Charles right now, you hate that he doesn’t let you be a normal teenager. He keeps you down in the lab ‘incase anything happens.’ His words.

“I know.. I know, Y/n..” he mumbled softly, running his hands through his hair in attempts to calm his own nerves. “But you can’t just go running around without telling someone where you’re going..” he scolds softly.

“You know how worried Hank gets when he can’t find you..” Charles reminds you, Hank would freak out if you were to suddenly be gone. But you never went to far, you just wanted to be alone for a change.

Charles leans against the wooden cupboard, resting the side of his head on the dark oak. He closes his eyes and he just sits there with you, he knows how anxious you can get. You get stir crazy easily, and he tries his best to keep you on the property the best he can. He can understand why you get so upset when he stops you from leaving.

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can you write for platonic yandere X-men men with a mutant reader who is very reluctant to join the school/ X-men

Platonic Yandere - Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

You hated it here, even though you’ve been on campus for 20 minutes. Your parents didn’t trust you to control your abilities without guidance, so here you are, on a tour of the school.

Your parents dragged you along, talking eagerly with the headmaster, Charles Xavier, while you mope behind them. You kick at the pebbles in boredom as you walk along the path up to the stairs. Your parents ask to do a tour of the grounds first before going inside.

Your mother gives you a warning smile to catch up, you glare back at her. You don’t want to be here, you would rather be back at home where all of your memories and things are.

But after.. the incident.. your parents made the decision to send you here. Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters. To many people for your liking, to much that is unfamiliar. It makes your skin crawl and the anxiety well up in your chest at the idea of such a big change in a situation you have no control over.

You follow your parents and the headmaster as he gives a tour of the gardens, and your mother stops to take photos of every single flower. She loves to garden, you feel irritated by her behaviour. Thinking that she is doing this on purpose so that you have to be in the tour for longer.

“And that right there, is a tree my grandfather planted many a year ago.” Charles says, a big smile on his face as he reminisces about how he would spend his days under that tree. Your mother eats up his storytelling, you glance at the tree for a moment.

“That’s so sweet! What a wonderful property!” Your mother gushes, and Charles smiles. He looks over to you for a moment and smiles at you. You make no effort to recuperate the gesture. Charles doesn’t seem to take any offence.

Your mother lightly smacks you on the arm, scolding you for being rude to the nice man. You turn to look at your mother and father, and you fight the urge to roll your eyes.

“Be polite to Mr. Xavier, and fix your posture.” Your mother scolds, a smile on her have but annoyance in her eyes. Nothing is wrong with your posture, but she feels the need to remind you.

You don’t respond, and your mother huffs. Your father speaks to Charles.

“I apologize, she isn’t usually this unenthusiastic.” Your father talks to the man, as if you aren’t standing right next to them. You feel your irritation rise, and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from lashing out.

“No need to apologize, we get kids like this all the time. Change can be very difficult.” Charles smiles at your parents then at you again. You feel a weird sensation in your head as he keeps talking to your parents about the property and all the activities that they offer.

You turn to the man, Charles, you just know that he is the cause of the weird feeling that he’s clouded your mind. You narrow your eyes at him and he smiles, the feeling disappears.

The tour continues, the property is large. It has tennis courts and an outdoor swimming pool in the back. Your parents tell him how you used to play tennis when you were younger, and all you feel is frustrated and upset. Do they know that you are right beside them?

You feel a pair of eyes on you, and you then your head towards the school building. You see a man with reddish hair and sunglasses in the second floor window. His arms are crossed as he looks out the window, you turn away. You are now hyper aware of your movements knowing someone is watching.

Finally, after about 45 minutes of touring around the outside gardens and recreation areas that the school offers, you follow yourparents and Charles into the school building through large wooden doors.

It’s a Saturday, so none of the kids have any classes. It’s mostly empty in the school building, except for some staff and the tour group. You dislike how echoey it is in the entryway.

“Please, follow me to my office. You told me on our email chain that there was an incident recently?” Charles asks, gesturing towards you as we ascend the stairs to the second floor where the man in sunglasses was. You reluctantly follow, your tolerance for this is beginning to decline rapidly.

On the way to Charles’s office, the group passes the man in the sunglasses from before. He smiles at you and your parents as you pass, giving Charles a quick greeting.

You can’t help but feel anxious, now that you know that the.. incident.. will be discussed very soon. The man in sunglasses tails along with the group. He introduces himself to your mother and father, firmly shaking both of their hands.

“It’s very nice to meet you both. I am Scott Summers, I am the math teacher here.” He says, shaking hands with your father as they walk into Charles office.

“Oh, very good. Y/n over there sure could use some help with her math. It’s not her favourite subject.” Your father laughs with Scott, and you clench your teeth in irritation.

“Please, take a seat. I would like to discuss the matter at hand.” Charles offers your parents seats right in front of his desk while you sit on a chair against the wall, right beside the door.

Scott smiles at you, seemingly trying to lighten your mood a little bit as he closes the office door for privacy. You feel your heart rate increase as Charles asks my parents to explain what happened in detail. Scott takes the seat right beside you, you cross your arms over your chest.

“Well.. it was very sudden..” your mother starts, and you bounce your foot anxiously. She always was one for dramatics, you wonder if she will play the story up at all.

“She was.. well she in the basement by herself.” Your mother turns around to look at you, “you were reading, right?” You shrug at her question, to be honest, you don’t remember much of the.. incident.. but you remember enough to remember how stressful and traumatic it was.

Your mother sighs and she turns back around to face Charles. “Anyway.. I heard her screaming and I ran downstairs..”

You roll your eyes a little, does she have to tell him every single detail? Just tell him what you saw, mom..

“And she was glowing, and violently shaking.” You keep your eyes on the ground as she explains. Scott and Charles notice your behaviour but make no comment while your mother explains.. the incident..

“I thought she was having a seizure! I was about to run over to her but there was a big explosion! I had to go to the hospital!” Your mother is crying as she explains, this was months ago, but she remembers like it was yesterday.

Your mutation had somehow been triggered and you had sent a shockwave all around you, practically blowing the roof off of your house. And several hours after that, you where still crying. Scared, confused and guilty that you had hurt your mother. You screamed so loud all of the windows in your neighbourhood had shattered.

Charles looks very concerned and amazed by what your mother is describing. Charles was typing all of this down on his computer, making notes that he can refer to later if anything similar is to occur.

Scott looks down at you from where he is sitting beside you with a blank look on his face. He can feel the guilt and frustration rolling off of you, he wants to say something but knows that now is not the time.

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Hi! Can you write a yandere story for any of the 501st clone troopers with a civilian darling? If they kidnapped them?

Apprehended - Yandere Captain Rex

You run through the dark and cluttered streets of Coruscant, the sound of multiple footsteps behind you. You fire your weapon back at your pursuers, trying to only slow them down and not kill them. If you kill then you will surely have more of a target on your back.

The neon lights of the lower city levels illuminates the path before you, and you hear the clone troopers gaining on you. They’ve been on your tail for weeks, and it seems like they have finally made their move.

Your heart is beating out of your chest, you quickly climb over a fence and down an alley. You hope that this isn’t a dead end.

You scale the alley wall as the troopers start to shoot nonlethal shots at you. One hits your leg and a wave of electricity shoots up through your body. You loose your grip and you fall to the ground.

You land on your side, pain blooming throughout your body. The sting of the stun shot makes your leg feel numb, in a painful way.

Before you can start to fire back, your gun is kicked away and you are manhandled onto your stomach.

“Suspect apprehended, over.” The trooper on top of you says as he hoisters his weapon and restrains your arms behind your back. You manage to throw a single punch at the clone before your arm is restrained again.

Your face is pushed into the ground, and you are unable to struggle any further. Two more clone troopers round the corner into the alley, a distinctive blue on their helmets and armour.

“Stay down.” The trooper above you states, still holding you down as you are handcuffed. Your leg is still painfully numb from where the stun shot hit you. You can only imagine how it would have felt if you got hit on the torso.

You are dragged to your feet, and a trooper who looks to be the leader walks up to you. He has extra marking on his trooper armour that dictates his higher rank than the other ones.

“You’re hard to track down.” The man says, his voice staticky due to his helmet. He lowers his gun and you don’t say a word to him.

“Not a talker, eh?” He comments again, his voice a little dry. He seems to be tired of chasing you all over the lower levels of Coruscant.

You have no reason to speak, you have committed no crime. You have no idea why they would be arresting you and chasing you down for weeks on end. You huff a little as you are pushed forward by the lower ranking trooper out of the alley.

“Take ‘em to the convoy, make sure she doesn’t slip her cuffs, Echo.” The higher ranking trooper speaks as you are dragged away by the upper arm.

“Aye, captain.” The trooper who is dragging you says. You exit the alley you had run into, limping slightly due to the numbness in your leg. The trooper notices this but makes no comment nor does he attempt to make walking easier for you by slowing down.

You can only hope that someone explains the situation to you soon, and why you are suddenly a wanted criminal. Maybe that higher ranking clone trooper has something to do with it…

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I write for:

- The Marvel Universe (The Avengers, X-Men, The Spiderverse, etc..)

- DC Comics (All related movies and TV shows)

- Star Wars (The Original Trilogy, Clone Wars, Rebels, and the rest of related movies and TV shows)

- The Legend of Zelda (Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom, Twilight Princess, and Ocarina of Time)

- Anything with Keanu Reeves <33 (John Wick, The Matrix, etc..)

- The Walking Dead (only the TV show)

CoD (Modern Warfare 1 and 2)

- Invincible (2020)

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Hey guys, asks are open. You can ask for headcanons or one shots, I’m in a creative mood at the moment.

I write for:

Marvel (all movies and TV shows)

DC (all movies and TV shows)

John Wick

Invincible

The Legend of Zelda (all games)

Star Wars (all movies and TV shows)

The Matrix

Literally anything to do with Keanu Reeves <33

Attack on Titan

CoD

The Walking Dead

Please feel free to send me an ask <33

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Platonic Yandere Simon Riley Headcanons with Depressed Reader

Low key likes how you have no energy to get out of bed. He remembers when he first brought you ‘home’. You would fight him and try to run away, but now you just sleep the day away, and he doesn’t have to worry about you escaping.

He does get irritated when you lash out at him, yelling at him to leave you alone and that you hate him.

He forces you to take a low dosage of antidepressants, he doesn’t want you to feel terrible all the time, and he doesn’t want to sedate you either. He doesn’t want you to get addicted to any sedatives.

He makes you get up to eat and exercise. If you have the energy to fight and kick him, he counts that as exercise. You would kick and scream at him for hours until all of your energy is depleted.

He gives you electronic devices, but they all have parental settings on them. He only lets you play games on his phone if he is in the room and watching everything that you do.

He makes sure that you maintain your hygiene, he will wash your hair for you if you don’t feel like doing it. He doesn’t care if you don’t like it

He calls you by name, he doesn’t use any pet names or nicknames. He only does it to get a reaction out of you so that you talk to him. (Or yell at him, he counts it as the same.)

He likes to be in the same room as you, if he’s working in his office he will get you to sleep on the couch while he goes through his emails.

Will not tolerate you hurting yourself, he will restrain you. He scolds you (more like screams at you) while you cry, bandaging any wounds that you may have inflicted on yourself.

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Platonic Yandere John Wick With ADHD Reader Headcanons

He wakes you up everyday at 8:30 am to get you to eat breakfast and take your medication. He has to force you to take it every morning, he wants you to reap the benefits of the medication for the whole day, even if you don’t want to take them.

He lets you go back to sleep for a couple of hours because he knows how tired you get and how you need more sleep then the average person.

He likes to tease you a little, when he sees you fidgeting subconsciously, he comments on it and watches in mild amusement as you try to stop yourself from fidgeting.

He makes sure that you have hobbies and things to do, he will teach himself how to knit so the two of you can knit together.

He sets up activities for the two of you to do together, he says it’s good for bonding.

You hate these activities, but John loves them. He will set up watercolour paints and paint with you in his backyard. He hangs up all of your painting with his and he dates them.

He takes you fishing on the weekends, he drives the two of you out into the countryside and he will teach you how to fish.

He sets these activities up so that you don’t get bored and as an excuse to spend time with you.

Makes sure you go to bed at the same time every night, and that you stick to your bedtime routine. He knows it’s difficult to stick to routines when you have ADHD.

Everything is planned, he thinks structure is good for you, even if you fight him every step of the way.

Makes sure you remember to drink water and eat a balanced diet. Will cook everything for you, he doesn’t trust pre-made meals. They won’t give you the proper nutrients that you need to be healthy.

—Based on my own experiences with ADHD—

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Platonic Yandere John Wick

John Wick x Continental Employee Reader

It was a quiet Saturday morning at the Continental, it wasn’t very busy this time of year. Besides all of the shady hitman and crime lords that stayed here periodically. Well, it was only hitmen and crime lords that stayed here due to the hotel being a neutral zone. There were dire consequences to anyone who broke the code.

You somehow found yourself employed here after you got mixed up in a bad situation. You were good with computer, and the man at the front desk thought it would be a lovely idea for you to put your skills to use.

Your job on paper is the IT department, you are the whole department. You help Winston, the older man at the front desk, with any computer issues that he might stumble upon. You help with the Wifi, cable and anything to do with electronics.

But The Continental also offers a new service to its VIP members, a resident hacker. Guests can hire you do do some freelance work for them. You’ve done a couple of jobs, hacking into emails and encrypted hardware for hitmen.

It was stressful work, and the people who hired you have made sure that you won’t be a loose end. You haven’t spoken much since you found yourself in the Underworld, but at least you have free food and a room.

You are in the lounge, trying to figure out what’s wrong with one of the lamps, it wouldn’t turn on. You are pulled from your thoughts when Winston approaches you, you stand up from where you are sitting on the carpet.

He looks over all of the wires that you have pulled from the lamp, he frowns a little. But at least you promised him that you would clean up after you were done messing around with the lamp to see if it could be saved.

“No luck?” He asks, a polite smile on his face. You shake your head slightly, glancing down at the lamp laid on the floor. He sighs a little, seemingly disappointed that the lamp was unsalvageable.

“A shame, it was an antique.” He states as he watches me start to clean up, getting all the screws and wires out of the way. You don’t reply to his comment, and he doesn’t expect you to respond either. You don’t talk much.

“Don’t worry about cleaning up, I’ll get William to do that.” He says, that smile still on his face, it never quite reaches his eyes. William is one of the bartenders in the lounge, he usually is in charge of generic upkeep in the lounge when there aren’t any guests around.

You huff as you stop cleaning up your mess, standing up and facing Winston again.

“Do you need something?” You ask him quietly, wanting to get to the point. You aren’t one for small talk. Winston sighs in mild amusement, he finds your blunt demeanor endearing.

“I do need your assistance. One of the guests requires your services.” He says in his customer service voice. You nod a little as William approaches and starts to tidy up your mess, putting the broken lamp into a garbage bag.

“I’ll go get my computer..” You mumble, walking out of the lounge and into the front lobby.

“Where are they?” You ask Winston quietly, there are a couple of people hanging around in the lobby.

“Mr. Wick is in conference room 2 on the second floor.” Winston replies, handing you your computer from where he keeps it behind the front desk. You take the computer from him and nod.

You enter the elevator in silence, you press the button for the second floor and you wait. The air in the elevator is thick, you are anxious. You hope that you don’t get a target on your back by helping this man. There is always a risk.

You exit the elevator and step out into the hallway. To turn to the right, past a couple talking to each other and into Conference Room Two.

You close the door behind you, and at the end of the long table, is a man in a black suit. It’s John Wick, what could he possibly want from you.

He nods in greeting, seemingly thrown off by how young you are. You couldn’t be more than 19, how did you get mixed up in this line of work?

You give an awkward smile, and you sit to his left at the table. You open up your computer and you turn it on. You are unnerved by the way he is looking at you.

“What do you need done?” You ask him quietly, booting up some of your hacking softwares. You glance over at him before you look back at the computer screen.

“I need you to trace this frequency.” He says, sliding you a USB drive. This will be a little difficult, tracing a frequency from an audio clip? You could be here for a while. You take the drive and you connect it to the computer, you pull the audio clip and drop it into one of your softwares.

He watches as you type away on the computer and as you compare frequencies from all over the globe.

It takes you about half an hour to tell him the rough location of the frequencies origin.

“Munich, Germany.” You mumble, turning the computer screen to him. He hums, and he hands you a large golden coin. The currency of the underworld.

“Don’t you think you’re a little young to be in this line of work?” He asks quietly, his accent Russian-American. He tilts his head a little towards you, waiting for your answer.

You shrug, looking away from him and turning the computer screen back towards you. He frowns a little at your non answer.

“I’ll talk to Winston about letting you go, you’re to young for this.” He says firmly, standing up from his chair. You close the computer and turn it off.

“I’ll be back in a couple of days, I’ll discuss this with Winston before I leave.” He pats you on the shoulder as he passes you, he leaves the conference room and closes the door behind him.

[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

I’m thinking of writing another platonic John wick story with a hacker reader who gets mixed up with the wrong people.

Thoughts? Or should I do one where the reader working at The Continental?

Tell me which one would be more interesting, I can’t decide and I need a second opinion lol

[wishful-thinking-is-dumb]

Pt4 of medieval at if you’re up for it!! I’m obsessed

Just posted Part 4! Linked on my Masterlist!!<33