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[yanyanobsessed]

"i'll always peel another orange for you"

tags: death, angst, implied self-harm/suicidal feelings. summary: how your yandere!husband grieves you

★ yandere!husband who plays with his hair every night. he pretends that his hand is yours, and that the pillow he's buried his face into is your chest. why won't the tears stop falling?

★ yandere!husband who leaves your side of the closet untouched. at least, he tries to -- sometimes he holds onto your blouses and your scarves and pretends it's you wearing them. they still smell like you.

★ yandere!husband who orders your exact wedding cake. he pays extra for the baker to replicate it entirely. it sits on his kitchen table. he can never bring himself to eat it.

★ yandere!husband who, while drinking himself blind, wonders if he regrets buying you flowers from that flower shop before your very first date. he wonders if he regrets meeting you at all. he doesn't. he wishes he could ask you the same thing. even in a different lifetime, he'd still pick you, even if it came with all this heartbreak.

★ yandere!husband who still cooks enough food for two. while dicing vegetables, he cuts his fingers, and he lets the blood drip for a moment before wiping it away. he wishes you were there to scold him to be more careful. he gives the second portion food to the homeless man on his way to work.

★ yandere!husband, who stops by a bridge on his walk home from work. it's quite late at night, and it's started to rain. he remembers your first kiss: the flavor of your lipgloss, your breathy moans, his hand in your hair. he finds himself leaning a little bit too much on the bridge. he pulls himself away and walks home.

★ yandere!husband, who stands in the shower with his head down. water cascades off of his hair and into his eyes. he can't tell the difference between the soapy shampoo water and his tears. they both make his eyes sting. where are you? shouldn't you be wiping them away, and kissing his cheeks?

★ yandere!husband, who grieves your unborn children. a son and a daughter, like you'd wished. your son would look like him, but have your temper, and your daughter would look like you, but have his crooked smile. they would run around and the two of you would chase after them. he sits alone in the living room of the home you'd bought together. should he sell it?

★ yandere!husband, who dreams about meeting you one day. you would wear your hair down, a little bit of cherry lipgloss (he'd complain about the taste -- it won't deter him from kissing you, though), and as you walk under sakura blossoms he'd tightly hold onto your hand. he will never let you go again.

★ yandere!husband, who wakes up in the morning to repeat the process. he tells himself you would want him to.

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Closeted yandere caring for their darling's wounds go brrrr..

Their hands were gentle, wrapping the gauze around and around. It was too dark for you to see their expression, but you feared it was not one of compassion.

They had hardly spoken since picking you up in response to your call, silent the whole drive home, their grip on the wheel harsh enough that their knuckles turned white, the sewn leather of the steering wheel straining under the tension.

They held their silence as they gingerly helped you inside, guiding your steps to the kitchen where you sat. Your legs hung off the countertop, with the smallest bit of swing, a subconscious fiddle to calm your nerves.

Were they mad at you? Did you wake them up? Why were they so quiet? You looked up at them with those big doe eyes of yours, and down to your lap, where they came to rest.

The dim light of their stovetop flickered, the hum the only noise to be heard, aside from the idle whir of the home and the occasional whimper that left you as they stitched up your wounds. With every little whine, their hands froze for a moment, and yet you still could not see their face. You feared the expression they must have been making.

"..I'm sorry."

You finally managed to squeak it out, eyes strained and sticking to your lap, your tears dangling off your eyelashes and threatening to fall.

Their hands stilled at this- frozen would be more apt. They leaned up to you, finally meeting your gaze for the first time since picking you up. Nothing could prepare you for the look in their eyes.

Fear swirled in their eyes, intermingled with darkness you couldn't decipher. Just as your own tears fell, you realized their own had already fallen, two shiny streaks decorating their cheeks as their mouth opened.

"..why?" Their voice was ragged and raw, although they did their best to hide the way it trembled.

You whine, your own broken and fighting to keep your tears in. You couldn't answer.

Their broken heart fragmented further at the sight, and they moved as gently as they could to hold you, hug you. They didn't have the words you needed, but they could give you this.

They had been so, so scared. When you called them, your breathing heavy and sharp, barely forming words in your panic and pain, they thought they might die. Their heart pounded in their chest, and for the whole drive over, that was all they knew. They didn't see the cars around them, didn't hear the booming radio that started the moment they turned the ignition- Didn't feel the way the car's wheels stuttered at the pressure of their demands. They heard their heart in their ear, and your voice in their mind. If they caught the culprit, they feared they wouldn't be able to wait for privacy to make amends.

You had sounded so desperate on the phone- They gripped the steering wheel harder, fighting back imagery of you, lifeless and battered when they arrived. They couldn't. Never. Not now. Not so soon.

You clutched the back of their jacket as tight as you could, snapping them from their thoughts. You were alive. You were alive, and here, and they could protect you. Even if they failed before- Even if they weren't there.. They were now. And they could ensure nothing like that would happen again- Never again.

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Yandere who is haunted by their obsession with you long past the end of your life. You died years ago, and yet they still cling to what you left- They follow your wishes to a t as best as they can, choosing to embody you themselves. Of course, there is bound to be some conflict when discrepancies arise. No matter how hard they try, they will never be you. Never.

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More Grace content (Yandere!Vampire) lets GO

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Things with Grace were good.

You had anticipated a change in your friendship following that night, when you let her drink from you for the first time. Surprisingly, things stayed the same, for the most part at least.

You still went to school together, spent time at Grace's after school- You spent nearly every waking moment together, to put it simply. Grace refused to discuss what had happened, simply thanking you and asking you not to mention it again. Your parents had just departed on a trip overseas, which left you alone at your house.

As a result, you spent most nights at Grace's as long as you could. You'd talk, read magazines, play games, anything that you would do on your own. And then, when the clock struck 11, you would pack up your things, and the driver that took you both to school would drop you off back at your house for the night. It was a routine you didn't mind one bit- Although the nights alone at the house were quiet, and awfully lonesome. You had never noticed all the sounds the house made as it settled each night, the way the walls shifted and creaked with the passing wind.

One night, however, change arrived.

You both were lying on the carpet of Grace's living room, basking in the warm of the lit fireplace. You awaited the ringing toll of the grandfather clock stationed down the hall. You weren't looking forward to it, but it would come regardless.

Grace turned on her side to face you. The fire danced in her eyes, and perfectly matched the determination they held.

"..Y/N."

You turned to face her, laying on your side as well now.

"..hm?" You moved an arm under your head, cushioning your temple.

The fire flickered for a moment, and she hesitated, before springing back as a stray flame lapped beyond the wood.

"..You should stay over here tonight."

A moment later, the fire dimmed, and she backpedalled.

"...If you want to- I don't want to tell you what you should or shouldn't do, I just thought it would be cool and we could stay up late and share my bed and-"

"We can do that?" You cut off her anxious rambling.

Grace's eyes lit up.

"Yeah!"

She sat up, leaning on her palm.

"I mean- If.. if you want to- That is- Uh- My, my parents suggested it- Since your parents aren't home, and we've been-" She averted her gaze, as her adam's apple bobbed subtly, "-safe,"

For the entire time you had known Grace- even after you learned about her condition, you had never even considered a sleep-over as an option. Her parents always assumed you would be going home to sleep, and as such it had never occurred to you that they would allow such a thing, let alone encourage it.

"..what do you think?"

Grace looked at you, and the fire dared to inch past the grate, controlled yet eager.

"...would.."

She shifted her weight, and took one of your hands in hers.

"..would you maybe... stay? please?"

You thought about it for a moment. You absolutely weren't opposed. You would get to spend the night with your best friend, and you wouldn't have to sleep all alone in that creaky house.

"..I- I promise to be good, I won't hurt you on accident- I could never, not you-"

You should answer her.

"I'd love to! If you will have me." You smiled, and it took Grace a moment to process.

"..Really?"

You nodded.

"....Really??"

Again.

"......You mean it?.. You are gonna stay?"

Once more. You were used to her needs for reassurance.

In an instant, you were engulfed in her arms, as she straddled you in a hug. Since you learned of her vampiricism, you were no stranger to witnessing her swift movements, and yet your human mind was always a little startled innately.

"Oh my god- Thank you, thank you, thank you- I'll be good, I promise-" She squealed into your neck, unaware of your position. When she caught a whiff, however, she realized her mistake, and shot a few feet back. She pressed herself into the foot of the sofa. "Sorry! I just- Um- Yeah... We- we will be good. Good."

You smiled, and despite the adrenaline coursing through you, you were not afraid of her. Not at all. You knew she could control herself. You trusted her.

And so you both made your ways up to her parents' room, and gave them the news. They let the driver know they could go home, and with that your night began.

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In the middle of the night, you stirred, feeling a weight on top of you.

"hm...?"

You murmered, blinking sleep from your blurry eyes as they adjusted to the darkness around you.

"...sorry- sorry- m sorry- can't move-"

Grace hovered on top of you, pinning you to the bed much like she did when you both were downstairs.

"..can't- i won't hurt you- not again- i can't-"

You feel cool droplets hit your collarbone.

"..Grace?"

She sobs aloud, her failing words falling apart before she can speak more. Her hands shake beside your head.

You slowly reach up, and your fingertips find her jawline, cupping the edge of her cheek.

"..Can I sit up?"

She nods, as another sob racks her body.

You gently push her up, moving to sit against the headboard. With her newfound mobility out of the trance, she scoots back, hugging her knees and burying her face in them.

".."

You pull the drawstring to illuminate the lamp on her bedside table. Grace jumps at the click, and looks up at you.

Her pupils are blown out, just like the time she drank from you before.

"..Grace.. When was the last time you fed?"

She swallowed, and immediately her eyes began darting around the room, doing everything they could to avoid meeting yours. You noticed her lean back. Both hands moved beside her to grip the sheets, and her knuckles were white.

"...Grace?" You repeated, tilting your head.

"..i can't." She whimpered.

"What's wrong?"

You moved closer, and she pressed herself all the way into the endboard of her bed, as much as she good.

"Stop- I- I can't- I just- It just-"

She inhaled shakily, and forced her head to the side so she couldn't see you.

"..its not working."

She whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

"..What? What's not working?" You wanted to close the distance between you.

"...The bags-" She exhaled. "I-I've needed more- And then today... They just- Ever since-" She looked down. "Since we-.."

..Huh.

If you had known making her drink from you would end up this way, you wonder.. Would you still have offered?

"..Do you want to do that again?" You smiled.

..Yes. Yes, you would have.

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Imagine confessing to your best friend, who has been deeply enamored with you for years.

They've worked so, so hard to push down those feelings every time they rise up- to fight off the jealousy, to feign happiness for you whenever you announced your latest exploits, to mold themself into the perfect best friend for you. All for you.

And then all that work comes crashing down in an evening.

You invite them over. A quiet night. Takeout and a movie in the background, small talk as your wings. The moment was intimate, but not particularly moreso in comparison to your routine hangouts and sleepovers. Not in any way they would let themself consider.

It happened before bed. You both were horizontal, facing each other with your heads resting on pillows, talking as your filters melted away in a wash of drowsiness. They had said something sweet and silly, and you lit up like a dying fireplace- Comfortable and quiet, drifting off aglow. You smiled at them with a softness that melted them from the inside out, and then, without a thought, those impossible words slipped out.

"I love you."

You smiled at them so sweetly, and they felt their heart stutter, stopping for a moment in surprise.

"..what?"

Their voice croaked, hoarse and desperate as they tried so hard to practice the restraint they had trained themself on for so, so long.

"..don't make me say it again. ..s embarrassing."

You buried your face into the pillow, and they could see the flush spreading to the tips of your ears. They could see it, so clear in their now wide awake eyes, but they could not believe it.

"..Y/N.."

They sat up, staring at you. They were quiet.

"..How am I supposed to respond to that..?"

They whispered, and as you turned your face to the side so you could see their face, you saw everything. The way their face flushed so terribly, the fire that flickered behind the doors in their eyes, and the words that sat heavy in the back of their throat, fighting for an exit with all their might.

"..You don't understand. I've spent so long-" They raked a hand through their hair, "-fighting back words, and compliments, and jealous remarks- holding myself so, so carefully- I can't ruin this, not us- and- and now..."

You could barely make out the words they said, too tired to care as you grabbed their wrist before it raked through once more.

"..just be with me, kay?.. we can figure it out in the morning."

You pulled them to you, finding a perfect spot with your nose tucked perfectly into the curve of their neck.

As you drifted off, quiet snores falling into a gentle rhythm, they remained starstruck.

Years. Years they had spent learning to control it all.

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..it was all worth it, for this.

Their shaky hand moved to hold yours, fingers falling between your own as they raised it up, and kissed yours' back.

Theirs.

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how we feeling about homicipher yall

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For the event! Could I send the Lab Experiment a box of treats? Like, one of those with cookies and candies and all sorts of stuff. I wanna let them know that all the coddling and gentle treatment towards them is something I do because I enjoy it. <3

when i saw this request i was like ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧ i'm gonna write something super sweet for them. ehem. this did not happen, but i did try to keep the spirit of the request in mind so i hope you enjoy anyway <3 cw for semi-graphically described crying and a... not quite panic attack

your face twists when they start crying.

the box of treats in your hands remains outstretched, their shaking too wild for them to be able to accept the gift without dropping and spilling its contents all over the floor.

they’re know they’re an ugly crier. snot drips down their nose, their eyes are wet and sting, their face is sticky and hot, and their chest hurts and wracks with each sob. the uncertain grimace on your face makes them wail even louder.

a couple maids passing by look at the two of you in alarm and scurry away quickly.

uncomfortably aware of this, they crouch down and try to cover their face. "I’m never going to—" a sharp inhale while they nearly choke on saliva, "I’m sorry."

they feel you crouch down beside them, not too close in an attempt to avoid agitating them even further, but close enough they can sense your presence even without being able to see you.

"hey, it’s okay." your soft tone doesn’t match your earlier facial expression, but they refuse to look up to check. another sob wrecks through their body. "what’s wrong? do you not like sweets? there’s some cookies in here too, if you prefer those."

they shake their head furiously, still refusing to even glance at you. when they speak, their voice comes out so small and shaky even they can’t tell what they meant to say.

some shuffling follows. tentatively, you reach out your hand. their whole body flinches when you make contact with your pinky, but they don’t resist when you cup your hand over theirs and inch a bit closer.

a small pause passes before you hesitantly open your mouth again, your fingers tightening their grip on their own hand but not moving otherwise. "don’t apologise, okay?"

the shaking gets worse.

terrible. they feel terrible.

you’ve given them a gift—something they could never deserve, especially not one so heartfelt from you—and this is how they thank you. they’re already disgusting and sickening enough, for you to be forced to see them like this because you tried to be kind… you deserve better. you must think they’re so repulsive. you must think this is a waste of time.

this must be making you hate them even more than you already do.

maybe this is where you decide you’ve had enough. maybe you’ll finally stop pretending to care about them now. of course you would. it must be nauseating looking at them like this.

when you speak up, your voice still sounds much too soft. they don’t know how much time has passed, for how long you’ve been just watching them be this revolting. "you don’t have to accept the treats if you don’t like them. I want to give you something you like."

you’re so kind. that’s all they can think about. they don’t deserve it at all.

there’s another small pause, like you’re mulling something over.

the tin rings when it’s set on the floor gently. it’s only then they notice your hand has disappeared from on top of theirs. a flash of panic hits their chest, as if they haven’t been ready for you to turn around and leave at any moment the entire time now.

"can you look up at me?"

you still sound way, way too kind. it’s not like they could ever say no to you. it takes them a moment, and they end up scrunching their eyes closed, but they manage to lift their head up.

"thank you."

a whine leaves their throat, but they refuse to open their eyes. even when you’re thanking them even when they’re misbehaving like this, they can’t stomach the disappointed look that has to be plastered all over your face.

immediately, a soft, warm cloth makes contact with their face.

it takes another couple of seconds for them to realise you’re wiping away their tears and snot. they make some sort of pitiful noise. you continue, undeterred, until their whole face is more or less dry. everything feels hot, especially when your other hand comes up to cup their face.

"there. isn’t that better?"

your voice is much too close. they can feel your breath hitting their face. the quivering gets worse. they didn’t realise you’d come that close to them.

but it does feel better, and they realise then they’ve mostly stopped crying.

your thumb gently brushes over their cheek and they whine pathetically again.

"I’m sorry."

the cover of the treat box they’d forgotten is removed rather noisily, then set aside on the stone floor. something soft makes a sound as it’s dropped into the tin. the hand cupping their cheek doesn’t leave, and they can’t help leaning into it a bit more.

in response, you give an approving hum and press further into them.

"shh, it’s okay. do you want some chocolate?"

they sniffle.

"there’s some hard candy, too. or some cookies, if you’d prefer those. or if you really don’t like any of these, I can get you something el—"

"I don’t deserve any of this." they cut in before they can think twice about it.

regret immediately seeps into their bones. now they’ve done it. you somehow weren’t angry before, but you must be now. you’re really going to abandon them this time. you—

but you don’t seem fazed.

"okay." they flinch. "but I want to feed you, so you’re going to have to choose something."

that makes open their eyes abruptly. it’s bright in the hallway and the light makes the biting at their ears and forehead worse, and it takes them a few seconds for their eyes to be able to find and focus on you.

you’re smiling.

patiently and sweetly, you’re smiling at them.

before they can ask, the hand cupping their cheek moves up and stats petting their hair. "it’s 'cause you’re my favourite. that means I like you, and I like taking care of you, and I think you’re worth all the effort in the world. and I don’t like it when you talk like that about someone I care so much about."

despite everything, they can’t find it in themselves to disagree.

"so," you smile wider, pushing their head a bit closer and holding a chocolate treat up to their lips with your free hand, "which do you want? this is your last chance to back out if you really don’t like chocolate."

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I honestly wishes there were more "consensual","enabler" or just a freak reader in the yandere tags/games.

Like i understand that its not "realistic",but i don't think every readers out here is morally "correct" (WHERE MY FREAKY READERS AT?!). I would LOOOVE to see more fanfics where the reader doesn't mind the yandere acting the way they are or even enable those bad actions because they liked it. Or even make the reader act a bit yandere for their yandere beloved too! Anything to be a lil freak with your lover.

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what the FUCK is a good name for a visual novel about a polyamorous yandere clique of sapphics..

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The Ultimate YANDERE TYPES List | Extensive Graph and List

So I was doing research for my writing and I found a really good Yandere Types chart!

Full sources and links to further reading will be below in the notes!

And before getting into it, remember to read the trigger warnings and content warnings. This is Yandere fiction we’re talking about, so it’s going to get messed up.

Themes + Trigger Warnings + Content Warnings:

Possessiveness, Obsessiveness, Unhealthy relationships, Religious themes, themes of sociopathy, themes of mental illness, hallucinations, delusions, hallucinations and delusions due to drugs, mentions of: physical abuse, sexual abuse, brainwashing, murder, suicide, murder-suicide, self-harm, stalking, panic attacks, cannibalism, necrophilia.   

{click to open and zoom in to see the details! I'm so sorry, mobile app users :(}

Broad types. Click them to see more information!

Possessive Type

Shackling Type

"Denpa" Delusional Type

Love and Hate Type

Intoxicated Type

Stalker Type

Sources:

This does not belong to me. I only gave a summary of what I read. ORIGINAL SOURCE LINKED HERE.

It's an English translation of material from an upcoming game called Yandere Town. UNTRANSLATED, ORIGINAL JAPANESE SOURCE LINKED HERE. I do not know when this game is coming out, but darn the details that went into this is crazy! It might help you out if you're writing anything yandere!

(Original translators, I have no problem with taking this down if you don't want me reposting your translation to my blog! ^_^)

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If I do it it will be more like what I tend to write, where its very focused on the yandere's feelings, turmoil, and inner dialogue as opposed to be your standard tropes of like 'they like you, they get jelly, they kidnap you' or stuff of that sort. Nothing wrong with those, its just not the story I want to write. Working on some concepts right now that I think could be very interesting.. if no one else will feed the sapphic vn community i will. >:)

what if i. hehe. what if i conceptualized a yandere yuri vn. possibly polyamorous. what then

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what if i. hehe. what if i conceptualized a yandere yuri vn. possibly polyamorous. what then

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I realize that I complain a lot about different common yandere tropes and whatnot, so I figure its worth it to share some personal recommendations for things that break the mold and fit my personal tastes

Note that all of these listed here will be longer form content from quotev, as thats where I find 99% of the yandere fiction that I enjoy.

The Work of Wolves by Babylon

You move into a cabin in the forest over a break from college, and catch the eye of one of the locals, unaware where it would take you.

Page count: 58 (Short)

Status as of me posting this: Completed

This is a wlw fic, and one of the few ones I will be listing that 1) are completed, and 2) (spoilers!) fall into the kidnapping trope. Babylon is one of my favorite quotev writers, and her works never disappoint- This absolutely being one of them.

Thoughts at Odds by Lavenoor

Your school's biggest player asks you out as a prank, you agree to it, and going forward you catch his interest.

Page count: 184

Status: Ongoing (Slow updates)

This is a very interesting fic, in that Luke (the love interest) is a soft yandere. The story is slow burn, and mostly explores feminism and the dynamics between men, as well as their views of women, and how those views can be challenged when the echo chamber is broken. If you are looking for heavy yandere action, this is probably not for you, but I enjoyed it a lot.

Indebted by Kikyo851

After your mother passes away, you are approached by a yakuza group in order to force you to repay your father's debt, who skipped town and left it to you to pick up the pieces.

Content warnings for sa mentions, drug use mentions and descriptions, mentions of overdose, gang centered storyline, and general yandere stuff.

Page count: 641 pages

Status: Completed

Yandere harem fic, multiple endings, pretty good. If you like more intense yandere stuff, this is definitely gonna be your cup of tea methinks. I enjoyed it, although I'm not sure I'd reread it- I love kikyo's work, I just am not as into the whole yakuza theming in comparison to some of their other stuff.

Tears of a Villainess by starflame

You are isekaied / reincarnated into the body of the villainess of a game you were playing. You must learn your place in the world, try to take accountability for the villainess's past actions, and navigate the growing yandere harem around you.

Page count: 158

Status: Ongoing, frequent updates

I love this story thus far. Fantasy isekai is one of the more common genres I have found in the yandere harem sector on quotev, and it is home to some of the best writing in the genre imo. This story is very young, so its difficult to say much about its tropes or anything- However, the characters who we have seen exhibiting early signs of yandere-ness fit my tastes very well, and do well breaking the typical molds many yandere characters are made into.

Starflame also has two other stories that are on this list, 'Love bite' and 'Girlfriend-for-hire'. Both take place in more modern settings. In Love Bite, the reader sells her blood to vampires in order to accommodate her accumulated debt, navigating a modern society where vampires have only recently been allowed to join urban society. In Girlfriend for Hire, you join an app that lets you go on dates with people in exchange for payment, leading to a handful of clients getting a little more attached than your contract allows for. These both also get frequent updates and have a good amount of already-available content, and I'd highly recommend checking them out.

Anomalous by Shiroh

You are isekaied into a visual novel you poured over in your prior life, tasked with the job of giving it a happier ending than the one it initially had. Yandere harem fic, Extreme slowburn, Very lore heavy.

Page count: 983

Status: Ongoing (Slow but not infrequent updates)

I love this story. By far this is probably my favorite on this list, although I adore all of these; Anomalous does a beautiful job of using yandere as a character trope, rather than using it as a narrative base. The story of Anomalous is not about any one character growing obsessed with you; Its about you having to navigate a world unfamiliar to you, with new powers you must learn to control, and it just so happens that around you people begin to act aloof, falling further than they should. If you don't mind slowburn yandere content, this is 100% my #1 recommendation from this list.

If anyone has any other reccs they would like to share, please feel free to add them in the tags or comments. I'd love to check them out.

Much love,

Yanyan xoxo

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Being into the yandere fiction sphere while simultaneously despising the kidnapping trope is.. something..

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Can't sress it enough that writers and artists need engagement on their fics/art if you want to see more from them!

A simple nice comment can be so motivating. Mindless keyboard slamming in tags, feral barking does the trick too!

It's not hard to support your favorite artist & writers on here. I promise we remember every nice reblog and comment even if you think it's small and insignificant. Seeing a comment on something about what you liked makes our day, motivates us to give you more and make us feel like we did something right!

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now that im thinking abt vampires my brain has so many yandere ideas.. But Grace is *the* vampire yan.. Maybe I'll just say fuck it and make more we shall see

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continuing on my yandere vampire fics from a while ago.. I figured the best way to expand on it would be to go back to the beginning.

Note: Theres a lot of worldbuilding here lol, Probably my heaviest work yet, contentwise (not in a dark sense, this post is just hefty when it comes to her word count)

Grace Addams (she/her)

Yandere type: Worshipper, obsessive

Grace was adopted quite young, raised by a wealthy couple with her every need met and accounted for by leaps and bounds. Anything she wanted, her dads did their best to accommodate- which thankfully was relatively easy for them, given that they were in no short supply of funds.

As a child, Grace was very quiet for the most part- almost too quiet, save for the occasions where she was left hungry or with a stomach ache, in the time prior to her vampiric nature coming to light. Her parents discovered quite early on that she was not exactly human, delightfully greeted by quite a number of little fang-marks when she went through teething as a toddler.

Vampires weren't unheard of by any means, but the couple lived in a rather wealthy rural area, and they had never in their lives encountered one in the flesh. However, having discovered the nature in their precious daughter, they felt it would be most appropriate to reach out online, finding comfort in the form of a number of forums and online communities centered on vampiric parenting and resources. They adapted their routines for her, swapping the baby food and solids that had caused her many a stomach ache with meats and iron-enriched tomato juice, which they had read online served as a temporary substitute for blood in the time it would take them to get in contact with a vampiric supply center for her. They abandoned the practice of using garlic in their cooking, so on and so forth, and with time Grace became a much quieter child, content and enriched.

As Grace grew, she remained very silent in her movements- thanks to her supernatural nature, she was able to move much faster than the average child, soundlessly darting around the manor she was raised in. Well, soundless aside from the occasional giggle when she was particularly giddy, or the wailing cries that followed her bumping into something in her fun. Despite her stealth and speed, she proved to be quite clutsy at times, running into things quite frequently even when she was moving at a normal speed.

When it came time for Grace to enter schooling, her parents debated quite a bit, before resolving that it would be good to enroll her at a school in the city, as opposed to one in the rural area they inhabited. They remained in their manor, but began arranging to take Grace to and from school each day, making the hour drive each direction in order to allow her the chance to meet other kids who might not judge her as harshly as those in the rural lands were almost guaranteed to.

This went on for years, with Grace attending class with other kids, packing her little blood pack and tupperware of meat each day to class, shifting to just a thermostat full of blood as she got older. By 7th grade, she had grown accustomed to this routine quite perfectly- She now was brought to school and back home by a private driver her parents hired, but that change aside, things remained relatively unchanged. Grace was silent in her classes, hardly ever talking with her classmates unless it was required, preferring to spend her time studying or reading. It was in one of these such moments, where she had her nose in her latest reading, on the day when everything changed.

Mrs. Lorella called everyone's attention to the front of the room, interrupting the chatters of first period with an introduction. A new student would be joining them. Grace looked you over without much intrigue, simply wishing to acquaint herself visually with you so that she would know your name if it came necessary- and yet, she was surprised when you met her eyes perfectly, honed in on her out of all the students present.

After introducing yourself, as soon as Mrs. Lorella let you go, you made your way straight to Grace's desk, smiling at her. "Is this seat taken?" Grace shyly shook her head, and you eagerly plopped your things down, scooting in right next to her with a smile that rivaled the sun in brightness.

It was that way for the rest of your classes- There was only one period in which the seat next to Grace was not available, and in every other opportunity you didn't hesitate to take the one which was, even looking a little saddened when you saw that one taken seat. Grace was slightly put off by you at first- She didn't dislike you by any means, but you were strange to her. She had always been naturally avoided or picked on by other kids, and although she shut that down quite quick to the best of her ability, that didn't mean she searched for companionship in her classmates. She thought she had more than enough of the stuff with her fathers, whom she was incredibly fond of. And yet, as time went on, and you continued to insert yourself into her life, she found it hard to deny that she enjoyed your company.

Within the next few weeks, her walls had begun to come down, and she found herself increasingly giddy when she was around you. One day at lunch hour, without even consciously realizing it, she offered for you to come over to her house after school. It was an offhand remark, in reply to you asking her about her driver, and yet the way your face lit up in response made her heart flutter in a way that was completely alien to her. You eagerly agreed, happy to spend time with her as she found herself smiling in response.

Thus began a routine of sorts- Most days after classes, you would go to Grace's house, as your parents were busy with work and made no complaint to the extra hours afforded by not having to drive you home, and you and Grace would spend the afternoon together. By the time you had to go home, Grace would accompany you, and listen to your ramblings the entire car ride to your home, spending the drive back in silence, dreamily looking out the window.

Grace's parents were quick to catch on to her fondness for you, welcoming you as one of their own in a way.

Over the years, you and Grace became attached at the hip - anywhere you went, Grace followed, and vice versa. Any time you had to spend apart, Grace found herself lamenting the distance, eagerly texting you in efforts to close the gap electronically, which proved comforting to her worries. However, it was noticable that any time you were apart from her, she became visibly antsy. She would tap her foot, fidget with her family rings, look around as if she could spot you nearby- and don't forget checking her phone often, debating whether to call you or not. As the attachment between you grew, so did her protectiveness, to a very obvious degree.

Now, on the nature of Grace's vampirism- While the school she went to wasn't necessarily hostile to her kind, her parents were instructed when she was first enrolled to teach her to keep it under wraps. While being a vampire wouldn't get you hunted openly like in the olden days, government intervention didn't prevent the prejudice that still ran deep in some people, and they found that it would be safer for their little girl if she didn't rampantly go around showing off her vampirism.

Grace had been very good about this rule of her parents' for her entire schooling- and yet, like most of her outward shell, it unraveled quite easily when it came to you.

One day, when you were at her house, you questioned her about her fidgeting. She bit her lip, continuing to twist her rings as her eyes flitted around the empty library you two presently occupied your time in.

"..Can I tell you a secret, Y/N?"

"Of course! You can tell me anything- I'm very good at keeping secrets, my mom says."

Grace took a deep breath.

"..I'm a vampire." She blurted out, cheeks rosy as she watched your reaction with fearful eyes.

A moment passed, and she just about felt her stomach drop, when you suddenly smiled, your entire body language brightening with intrigue.

You eagerly questioned her about it, taking the news in stride as you rattled off all your curiosities, holding both of her hands in yours as you did so, a habit of yours that Grace found herself quite fond of.

From that day onward, Grace found her attachment to you growing- She had never before even considered draining someone, and yet these days she found her eyes drifting to your neck dangerously often. She always managed to catch herself, although it was in the private moments that the urge came strongest. She always reeled herself in however, and was able to restrain herself.

That was, until sometime in the summer after your highschool years had finished, when a blood shortage had been wearing her thin, and you had been teasing her privately at every turn regarding her fangs, and how you would let her bite you if she wanted (which never failed to fluster her immensely, might I add.)

(Stopping here for now, lemme know what y'all think and any ideas you might have regarding Grace!)