take a hint fuckboy.
Yandere playboy x gn!reader
โฅ๏ธKameron usagi was the most popular guy in your school. He had money, good looks, fantastic grades, even his own car and well paying job, which was any sophomores dream. What was not to love? Well..just one itsy bitsy detail.
โฅ๏ธ he was a major fuckboy. Hitting beds just like he's hitting bases on the fields. He's slept with nearly every girl on campus, you wouldn't be surprised if he slept in a couple guy's too. Still, he actually expected you to overlook his "past" of sleeping around? You probably would, if you hadn't spent the last four years in the same class with him
โฅ๏ธwooing girls (and guys), going on a few dates, bed them, dump them, and repeat. It ended up with more broken hearts than you could count. But no one has the balls to actually speak up about it. Why? Because kameron could easily wreck their social life. make them be hated by the entire school, even potentially fucking up their future if they really ticked him off
โฅ๏ธbut with you? Oh he's complete putty in your hands. Sadly you seemed to hate his guts. You aren't seriously mad about him sleeping with all your friends-? Oh.. you are. Well, this complicates things huh!
โฅ๏ธkameron is incredibly delusional the longer his persistence goes on. Believing this is all some game and deep down you love him back. You're just shy and nervous! Dont worry! He can wait (no he can't.)
โฅ๏ธhe sends his cronies to stalk you. Making them collect whatever they can to add to his shrine of you in his bedroom. He Photoshops pictures of you both, posting them on social media so everyone can see! His pressuring you into a relationship isn't very subtle. You know what he's doing. But what can you do? He practically rules the school since his parents are grand contributers to the funding
โฅ๏ธby the time sophomore year is ending, you're worn out and too tired to fight back. Simply giving in to his obsessive love and silently praying that one of the college's you sent applications to will accept. When you nod your head as he holds a large rose bouquet and a box of chocolates, he's jumping for joy. Taking you into his arms and kissing you deeply. Swooping you into his Camaro.
โฅ๏ธ atleast now you're technically the queen of the school. You're popular and people gush about your relationship with incredible fondness. The downside is now that everyone knows, it'll be harder to break up with him because how could you ruin such a picture perfect relationship? Shame on you y/n. (Ignore the fanclub of ex girlfriends frothing at the mouth thinking up ways to ruin your life)
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I gave up on getting C1 Neuvillette in order to try getting her. She's not guaranteed, fingers crossed she comes home!!
Genshin Impact | The Knave
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Had the exact same idea bestie
the web event is called โphantom of the nightโ and then we are blessed with this beautiful backgroundโฆโฆโฆ
now what if,,,,,, arlecchino phantom of the opera au? \(//โ//)\
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"not bad, your swordsmanship is quite impressive. but that's about as far as you'll get."
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bring yearn culture back in 2024
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THIS WAS THE PREVIOUS HARBINGER?!
THE PREVIOUS KNAVE??
Also, it surprise me that the title "Father" or "Mother" is chosen by the Harbinger themselves. Not a given title
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is there anything that makes ayato, zhongli, or heizou lose their cool/get flustered
let's do academy au!
you might like: yandere! genshin academy + zhongli & ayato
it's very hard to crack academy! ayato's carefully maintained facade, especially since the kamisato clan's first born has been taught to never show vulnerabilities. he acknowledges your flirting with amusement, but it doesn't really affect him. it's when you show genuine kindness that has him short-circuiting internally. when you pat his head and acknowledge all the hard effort his done, he can barely say anything before he clears his throat and turns away. later, behind closed doors, he covers his mouth as he recalls your kind eyes and the tender way they looked at him. it drives him mad, the way such a silly gesture has him in a chokehold, but most importantly, it has him hiding his overheated face in his cool hands.
academy! zhongli doesn't get flustered. he pats your head endearingly when you try to flirt and distract you with a story and tea. the only person who can make him lose his cool is neuvillette, who he is very afraid of (though he doesn't show it). he makes a point to avoid him at all costs whenever he hears that he's in the vicinity, and when you catch him hiding he miserably tries to feign ignorance. another way to make him crack is when someone brings up his past of delinquency and begins coughing and starts to stop and distract everyone. unfortunately for him, venti is a very persistent storyteller so he often gets a teacup unceremoniously hurled at him.
academy! heizou is usually the one doing the flustering, so you don't often find him at the receiving end of it. but bolder darlings will realize that it's actually quite easy to see him a blushing mess when you give him the same energy backโ if not more. you see, heizou's a bit too cowardly to go beyond brief touches and flirty remarks. so when a darling decides to play coy and tease him with more, he gets so taken aback that he just stops and freezes as he tries to process what just happened. he'll laugh it off, teasing you back about such scandalous behavior on your part. but his face is still tomato-red and his eyes refuse to look at you, so you know that you've won the game.
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hiiiii ive been brainrotting abt sunday and his triple face god thing abababah thinking abt him handcuffing reader and interrogating them with the truth thing he does to aventurine ARGHH omg questioning abt who they were with cos hes jealousssss AUGH you dont have to write anything off of this i just hope this inspires you ily
oh you have read my MIND. Iโm currently in the middle of writing a fic with dr ratio interrogating reader like he did with mx. stellaronโฆbut now imagining that with sunday?? wow.
iโm totally normal about this man. i swear.
Yan!Sunday x Gn!Reader
Fingers drum on the table, the only break in the suffocating silence engulfing the room.
โIโll ask you one. Last. Time.โ Sunday punctuates each word with another tap of his finger, and you gasp as you feel the Harmony sink its influence another inch further into your skull.
Despite the futility, despite knowing youโve been trying the same thing over and over again for the past half an hour, you pull at your restraints. The metal chain of the handcuffs skitters along the table, the sound like nails on a chalkboard, but it does not budge from its steel attachment. Youโre firmly and inescapably chained to the table in Sundayโs office, with said perpetrator sitting opposite.
He appears calm, but youโve learned to notice the slight twitch of his eye, the falter in his normal smirk. His patience is one wrong answer away from shattering.
At your silence, he leans back in his chair, shaking his head. His golden gaze is chastising, almost disappointed. โAngel, you know I donโt want to hurt you. Just tell me who you were with.โ
You only glare at him in response. Bullshit. Youโve lost count of the amount of times heโs forced truths out of you or affections upon you through the Harmony. The psychedelic pest in your brain is almost the norm by now, a poison he has slowly been feeding you.
Oh, Triple Faced-Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows.
Those words are branded into the flesh of your brain, your soul. And tonight, if you tell him what he wants, even more blood will be spilled.
Sundayโs jealously is as calculating as he is. Itโs a knife poised at the right angle to spear you, to pin you with accusations that you canโt talk your way out of.
Like in this instance, where he has deluded himself into thinking you are trying to leave him. Heโs finally let you out of Dewlight Pavilion (youโve learned that trying to escape the dreamscape is pointless, so youโll take your freedoms when you can), and this is the first reaction youโre met with? Being dragged to his office as soon as you returned and invaded, prodded, and violated by the Harmony?
The pressure around your temples tightens another fraction, and you cannot stop the pained cry that escapes you. Rainbow streaks cloud your vision and practically pull the words from your mouth. โI was with friends! We were at the Dreamjolt Hosterly for a couple drinks, thatโs it!โ
Sunday merely hums as he stands and pads towards you, taking a position at your back. Youโre unable to turn around to face him, but you can feel the weight of his presence, the promise of his power, as he wraps a hand around the back of your neck.
His breath tickles the shell of your ear as he leans in and whispers, โLiar.โ
One word chills your blood to ice. โIโm not!โ
The grip around your neck tightens in tandem with the pressure in your head. โDo you really think you can evade me, (Y/n)? My gales are perched in every region of Penacony, and THEY are by my side. THEY see all, hear all, know all.โ
As if on cue, the Harmony rips through your consciousness, and it takes all your willpower not to pass out. Exhausted, you involuntarily lean back into Sundayโs hand, which seems to please him. โNow, tell me the name of the man who dared to touch what is mine.โ
Clenching your eyes shut, you shake your head. Youโre out of breath and stumbling along your words. โHe was just being friendly, and he was drunk, we all were, and all he did was kiss my cheek; it was a dare, and I swear to you, Sunday, weโre just friendsโโ
โ(Y/n),โ Sunday interrupts. โHis name.โ
The finality in the Family headโs words sends your heart plummeting. You feel your resolve slip as the Harmony tightens its grip and goes in for the kill. You speak the name aloud, barely a whisper, and know that youโve just delivered the manโs fate.
In your half-conscious state, you barely register Sunday removing your cuffs and scooping you into his arms. He tucks you into his chest bridal-style, his wings fluttering across your face. โYou did well, my angel.โ
โPlease,โ you breathe, your voice wobbly with tears, even as you feel the Harmony retreat from your sensesโfor now. โDonโt hurt him.โ
Sunday merely leans his head down to place a kiss along your temple. โEnough of that,โ he scolds. โThe only man you should be thinking about is me. After all, it is an angelโs duty to obey their god without question.โ
And Sunday is, if anything, a vengeful god.
For that night was the last that you ever saw your friend. Death in dreams was your only reality.
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It's a good evening to write and you're all craving something for Viktor, which I shall deliver. I haven't started writing part two of his backstory but I'll get to it. Eventually.
Also, if you're interested I made a Pinterest board for this man and I'll regularly add images there. Thank you all for the support and please enjoy this little blurb. โฅ๏ธ
masterlist.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, who after he takes you for himself, starts to do little but intimate things with you around the house. The first few days, possibly weeks, were spent with endless screams, pleas and tears. Viktor hated seeing you in such a state, he hated the fact that he was the reason for your bitter tears and silent whimpers.
However, his patience outweighed his sorrow. He was willing to wait until the stars in the whole universe imploded for you to love him.
But, for now, not feeling the need to flinch away from him and his touch would be a good start.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, who tells you about his day as he makes you dinner. Viktor understands that communication is important and that he needs to establish some things, and what better way to do that than by talking? Of course, he is rather awkward at it, as he has no idea what to talk about aside from his work. There are times when Viktor tries to tap into your interests and wants to ease your fear but it almost never works. What a pity...
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, who starts over sharing specific details about his work which depending on your mental state could either be terrifying, useful or some morbid combination of both. Viktor tells you of the people who come to his table, all dead and all his to dissect. There's an odd glimmer in his dark eyes as his dominant hand mimics movements of his sharp scalp. The way in which he speaks sends shivers down your spine, it was rare to see someone so emotionless show even the faintest sparks of passion.
If the situation was not already so grim, his childlike excitement could even be considered cute.
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, who tries so hard to accommodate you and your whims! While he does keep you locked up, your little cage is more than furnished - soft blankets, pillows fit for royalty of old, little trinkets which could keep you entertained and perhaps even a television if he sees fit. Viktor may not understand social cues but he is not stupid either. He doesn't want your brain to rot away in that room, especially when he's not home!
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, who sometimes sneaks into your room and just. Stands there. Watching you, his gaze neutral but his eyes are blown wide. He does not want to be caught so he makes sure to control his ragged breathing and beating heart. Can you hear him, even when you're knocked out cold? Can you feel him, his presence? A part of him wishes to stay hidden in the shadows, where it's safer, where he can keep a close on you. But his bolder side demands more, more, more.
Who knows, he might just sliver under the covers with you one day. But, one step at a time.
๐ช TAGS: @shamelessdarkprince, @latolover, @samuraijack, @moyazami, @sunhareskies, @red-viewe
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I am thoroughly convinced that Gepard would be one of the sweetest yanderes in but the most awkward way possible.
He strikes me as the kind of guy who would blush if you just stood a bit too close let alone dared to drape your arms around his broad shoulders, teasing him about his flustered reactions. He gets so red and huffy, he hates it. The power you have over him is too great but he doesn't have the heart to let you go.
It's like feeling the warm spring sun for the first time once the cold winter is over. It's an addiction and you are the drug.
Gepard does everything he can to see you on a daily basis even if he doesn't necessarily always talk to you. Simply seeing you in the crowd is enough for his heart to be put at ease, your safety and comfort mean the world to him. His sister liked to tease him sometimes, her playful voice would fill the silence as Gepard would say nothing, pale cheeks burning with shame and desire.
His silence says everything she needs to know.
Despite his title and overall demeanor, Gepard is no stranger to jealousy. He can't just strut up to you and strike up a conversation, not like any other person can. He is always curt and formal, so much so that you believed that he despised you.
He was heartbroken when he found out about that.
How many restless nights has Gepard had because he couldn't stop thinking about you? How many times did he think to just go for it, only to be stopped by that bothersome voice in his mind?
Poor Gepard ends up shooting himself in the foot because of this. He has been restricted to scaring off thugs and potential suitors in any way he can. He watches and watches, his heart soaring to be with you.
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๏ฎฉูจู๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจูโก๏ฎฉูจู๏ฎฉ๏ฎฉูจู
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If I had a nickel for every time I fell for a British, red eyed, manipulative, light haired man who was named William, I would have two nickels. Although, it is beyond strange that it happened twice.
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I'm so happy to see so many people invested in this project.
While the thought of AI taking over does scare a lot of people, I also don't think that the take over will be smooth, or even successful for that matter. People are too protective over art, as they should be.
Personally, I'd rather shit bricks and cough up blood than to ever let that happen. And I know for a fact that I'm not the only one who thinks like that.
Recently, the surge of AI has caught everyone's attention and I've been working on this little experiment.
Down below the cut are two fics and this is how I planned it - one was made up by using AI (more specifically, Chat Gpt) while the other one was written by yours truly. Below both fics will be a poll and I would like for you, my dear readers, to guess which one was AI. Personally, I don't think it'll be a difficult challenge but seeing your reactions and comments on this should prove to be an interesting endeavor.
This was posted on April 17th. And, in 7 days, I shall reveal which fic was written by me, and which one was done by AI.
Now then, let's get on with the show.
๐ฅ Story One.
In the dimly lit alleyways of Yokohama, Fyodor Dostoevsky stalks his obsession, (y/n), with unwavering determination. His fixation transcends reason, driving him to extreme lengths to possess (y/n)'s affection.
Fyodor's obsession with (y/n) began innocently enough, a mere curiosity sparked by their untapped potential and innocence. But as time passed, that curiosity twisted into an all-consuming desire, festering within Fyodor's mind like a venomous serpent.
Each night, Fyodor would follow (y/n) from a distance, his heart pounding with anticipation and longing. He would watch as (y/n) laughed with their friends, oblivious to the dark presence lurking in the shadows.
But Fyodor's love was not the gentle, nurturing kind. It was possessive, suffocating, and dangerously obsessive. He couldn't bear the thought of (y/n) belonging to anyone but him, couldn't stand the idea of anyone else basking in the warmth of (y/n)'s smile.
As his obsession deepened, Fyodor's mind became consumed with dark fantasies of possessing (y/n) completely. He would spend hours meticulously planning every detail of their future together, envisioning a life where they were inseparable.
But fantasies were not enough for Fyodor. He needed to make them a reality, no matter the cost. And so, he began to weave a web of deception and manipulation, carefully orchestrating events to bring (y/n) closer to him and drive away anyone who dared to stand in their way.
But as Fyodor's plans grew more elaborate, so too did the danger. (y/n)'s friends grew suspicious of Fyodor's intentions, sensing something sinister lurking beneath his charming facade. And as they delved deeper into Fyodor's past, they uncovered secrets that threatened to unravel his carefully constructed world.
But Fyodor was not about to let anyone come between him and his beloved. He would do whatever it took to protect their love, even if it meant resorting to violence.
๐ฅ Story Two.
Shimmering waves of starlight engulfed the man in white as he monitored his target from a safe distance, hollow purple eyes gleaming with excitement. He could feel his long fingers twitching with anticipation in his warm pockets, a stark contrast to the chilly wind on this fine spring evening.
He needed to be patient. Because patience was indeed, a virtue.
And Fyodor was a virtuous man. Perhaps not a good one, but he would gladly take the title of virtue.
Would you bestow upon him such a title? Would you do so, if you ever found out that he had taken such a keen interest in you? The rational part in his mind said no, of course not. Unlike him, you were blessed with normalcy. There was nothing extraordinary about you - no ability, no wealth, no status.
Nothing.
You could have been squished like a bug beneath his heel and the world would just keep on going as it always would. Sure, there would be some individuals who would miss you dearly but even they would move on at some point.
Such was the nature of humanity. How cruel, he thought to himself.
Fortunately for you, Fyodor was no ordinary man. Despite his predicament, he had grown fond of you. He was not sure why but after a while, he stopped asking such trifling questions as to why he troubled himself by giving you so much attention.
It was pointless to make sense of the senseless.
Right here, right now, all he wanted was to enjoy this quiet evening by his lonesome, as he tailed behind you like a creeping shadow. He would reveal himself to you properly when the time was right, when he felt you were strong enough to take him.
Fyodor just needed to wait a little bit longer, just long enough to see how he should proceed with you in case things went south.
In the meantime, he would gladly spend every waking moment simply watching you for his own personal pleasure.
๐ฅ TAGS: @yanroma, @oneoftheprettynerds, @misdollface, @sxy0ung, @rosemary108233, @c4xcocoa, @gettinshiggywithit, @ophticcus, @lakxcpsta, @ranposgirlboss, @robinaxolotl, @acornwinter, @enoojnij, @ishqani, @osachiyo, @bluepeanutharmony, @kaithegremlin, @fyodorscockslut, @wcayaw, @luna-mariko-akatsuki, @lovelyyz, @queenofspades403
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What are some fics you've been working on
I've been a slump for a while now and, with 110+ drafts, most of my stuff probably won't ever see the light of day. Although, here are some I picked out for you.
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