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yan!stalker x reader
warnings ; mentions of murder (duh) and stalking
It started 2 weeks ago. The gifts that appeared in front of your door.
They were always beautifully wrapped, as if it was your birthday every single day. And somehow, every single item was something that you wanted. Every time, without fail.
A new phone, the piece of clothing you saw in a window that you couldn't afford, even stuffed toys that you thought was too childish to buy. They were bought for you and presented in front of your door. Not that you didn't appreciate it, but it was definitely weird.
This time wasn't any different. Except, you had a significant other in your life. The secret admirer gifts had suspiciously started to slow down as well, this was the first in a while that they had stopped sending you any gifts. You should be relieved. This stalker had finally stopped harassing you but, fuck does it suck to not wake up to a new gift everyday.
You checked your phone, expecting a good morning text from your significant other. Huh, no text from them. That's weird, they usually text you every morning. You shrug it off, they were probably sleeping in, it was the weekend after all.
You decide to continue your morning routine, Ignoring the heavy feeling in your heart as you stared at your phone. Still, no text from them.
Maybe this was your sign to text them first. So you pick up your phone and decide to text them first. No answer. Now you were getting worried, they were usually an early riser even in the weekends. It was almost noon, and still no answer. They weren't even online.
Your doorbell rings and you flinch, the sound pulling you from your overthinking. Because that was all it was, overthinking. It was your anxiety spooking you. You took a moment to breathe in and breathe out, slightly calming your nerves. You get up from your spot on the couch and go to your front door, you opened it and looked around.
Then, you looked down. To your surprise it was another one of the presents, it looked similar to the other gifts that your secret admirer had been sending to you. But this time, it had a folded piece of paper stuck onto the top of it instead of the usual bow.
You pick up the paper and unfolded it, starting to read it.
My dearest Y/n. It hurt me to see you with that disgusting excuse of a person that you decided to get with. Haven't I been generous to you? All my gifts that I see you so graciously take into your home. You accept them yet you get with this person who couldn't even measure up to me, your true love. It's fine. It's alright, I understand that you just need me to come to you and be the proper partner for you.
Your curiousity turned to fear as you continued to read.
Consider this my final gift before I come to see you. Then we can get together and I'll continue to shower you in gifts, pampering you like you deserve. I can't wait to have you in my arms.
Love, your other half. <3
You should've called the police and ignored the gifts. You crumpled the sick love letter and threw it to the ground. The gift became a box of horror as you stared at it. With trembling hands, you opened the lid. You screamed at the sight.
Your partner's lifeless eyes stared back at you. Your stalker had sent their decapitated head to you. The final gift.
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yan!hunter x reader
"You escape me, I'll leave you alone." His taunting voice whispers in your ear. You could practically hear him grinning as he unties the ropes that tied your arms and legs behind you. "I catch you? Sweetheart, you're mine forever." That nauseating nickname again, your kidnapper grips your chin, turning your face towards him and gives you a quick kiss.
"For good luck." He winks as he finally lets you get up from the forest floor. He had driven you out here because he loves the challenge. You didn't care, you were willing to take any chance to escape from his suffocating love. Or whatever his sick perspective of 'love' was.
You don't take any chances as you speed off, leaving the man in the dust. His laughs in the background haunt you even as the distance between you and him widen. It's maniacal and unhinged, he loves every single fucking bit of this. You're his poor little prey and he couldn't wait to hunt you down.
Fuck him. You winced as your bare feet padded the damp, he forced you to run from him without any shoes on. In the forest. Stepping on a particularly sharp branch, you stifled a pained yelp as you hopped in pain. Fuck. Him.
You finally decide that it was far enough, if your exhausted panting wasn't obvious enough, you had been running for way too long. You could barely see nor hear the man, so resting for a little while couldn't hurt. Right?
You slump against a tree, sweat had been dripping down your forehead. You wipe it away and took a breath, this could finally be your escape. This wasn't the first time you had tried to escape, all your other attempts clearly proved to be fruitless as this was your only way to escape him.
With no way to tell the time, you could only hope and pray that he was going to give up. Which would never happen, you slowly realize.
Any sense of peace you felt quickly washed away as you heard the familiar thumps of his boots. They were heavy against the forest floor. He wasn't trying to be stealthy nor was he trying to hide where he was, he wanted you to be scared. It would be all the more satisfying to see the hope drain from your face as you realize that he was never going to let you out of his sight. It was oh so naive of you to even entertain the idea of escaping him.
It was an immediate reaction. You started to tremble in pure terror as you pressed yourself against the tree, hoping that it would swallow you whole. You could hear his ill-hidden laughter, he knew where you were.
He had found you.
"Oh, you made it so easy for me darlin'. " He sighed, almost wistfully. "Did you want me to find you? Is this what love is? Fuck, you drive me crazy."
He tilted his head as you slowly turned around. He fucking found you.
"There it is., He crouched down to your level, taking your shaking hand into his. "The fear. It's so addicting." He gently kissed the back of your hand, he then took your hand and pushed it against his cheek making it as if you were holding his face, like he did so many times.
"You're mine forever."
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What sort of requests are you okay with? Like can I flat out ask "(random profession/personality trait) x reader" or would you prefer "(prexsisting character of yours) x reader)?
tbh i haven't really given much thought to requests (mainly because i didn't think i would get any lol) but i'd be fine with either one :))
tysm for asking !!
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Your writing is so delicious :'>
ehehegeghe tyyy
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yan!malewife x reader
The soft sound of humming met your ears. It was nice, a soothing sound. At least, it would be soothing if it weren't for the fact that-
You didn't know how or why this man was in your kitchen.
Coming back from work and seeing your door ajar when you were sure that you had locked your door when you left is pretty unnerving. Someone breaking into your home and deciding to cook you a meal was terrifying, even if whatever he was cooking smelled heavenly.
Your stomach revealed your presence and you cursed the heavens above. The humming stops and he turns around, as his eyes met yours a smile started to grow on his face.
"Work ended early, did it?" He asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world that he was there, cooking with your food.
"Who the fuck are you- what are you doing in my kitchen?" You stuttered out.
"Hm," He pauses for a moment before grinning. "Your future husband? I'm preparing your favorite meal and everything." He rests on the counter, the only thing that is blocking him from you.
"I-I don't even know you." You muttered. "Just get out of my house, please." It was hard trying to keep a level tone, fear had its grip on your vocal chords.
The stranger pouts in response, clearly mocking your words. He makes his way to you, you now only notice the fact that he was wearing a frilly apron that made him look like a housewife.
"C'mooon. I don't want all this food to go to waste, I know you'll love it. Amuse me, won't you?"
This man. "I don't even know you- Get off!" He had his arm wrapped around your waist and he was pulling you closer to him. He spun around, humming the same song and acting as if you were an old couple.
He took your hand and spun you out, you couldn't help the small yelp that escapes you. He leads you to the dining table and pulls out a chair, allowing you to fall onto it.
"Bon Appetit, my love." The food spread was ridiculous. It was literally everything you could've dreamed of. But were you really going to accept the food of the stranger that broke into your home?
Your stomach grumbled again. Well, you couldn't let all the food go to waste could you?
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yandere!fan x idol!reader
He was tired of it. All the adoring fans that followed you around like leeches. It was getting tiring, none of them deserved to even lay their eyes on you.
A deity amongst humans. That's what you were. The way you treated even the most rabid fans, no matter how violent or unhinged they were with the upmost respect. Even when none of them deserved. Hell, he didn't deserve it either, but still you graced him with gentle words.
"Thank you so much, sweetheart! I appreciate your support!"
He listened to your songs on repeat. Your voice was the only thing that could lull him to sleep. But it wasn't enough. He needed to hold you as you sang to him, he needed you.
That's why he had to do this. You pushed him over the edge when he caught you dancing with another man. How could you do that to him? All the money he spent on merchandise and tickets to your concert, just for you to grab his heart and stomp on it like that.
He bit his thumb until it bled, ignoring the metallic taste as he watched you from afar. You were backstage after one of your shows, preparing to go home. This was the only time he could do this, he ignored his nerves and focused on the feeling of you in his arms as you sung him all of his favorite songs.
His heart raced as he imagined you so close to him, saying his name. Sweetheart's a cute nickname, but you saying his name? It was enough to make him shudder in excitement.
You thanked the bodyguards that usually followed you around. Even then your voice sounded angelic, he was hidden behind an alleyway watching as you walked closer to your car.
You should've kept your bodyguards near you, but there was no time to regret your stupid decisions as arms wrap around you. A cloth is forced onto your face, covering your mouth and nose. The grip was strong as you struggled against it, the scent was sickly sweet.
"Don't struggle, I don't wanna hurt you..." The voice muttered in your ear, you could feel your abductor practically trembling as he pressed against you. "God you're so much more beautiful up close, songbird. Why'd you have to dance with him on stage? I wouldn't have had to do this to you if you hadn't."
Whatever he had doused the cloth in had started to hit you as drowsiness started to take over your body. You started to slump in his hold. He lifted you up and walked your unconscious body to his car, he brushed the stray tear that had escaped your eye.
"Don't worry, I'll take such good care of you. My little songbird."
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yan!soldier x reader
He felt giddy. Oh was he excited to see you, he had missed you so much since he was shipped off. He was apart of the special forces, this meant that he was often shipped off to complete missions that required his skills. Each day that he was away from you was painful, not being able to see you or touch you. That hurt more than the combat that he faced on field.
Well this was disappointing, he stared at the newest lock on your window. Didn't you want him to visit you? Don't worry, good thing he knows how to pick locks. Your boyfriend is so mindful, isn't he? He expertly picks the lock and opens your window, climbing through it quietly.
There you were in all your glory, the moonlight seemed to hit you in all the right places. It illuminated the soft features of your face, how peaceful you looked all cuddled up in bed. How perfect you were.
He silently made his way to your bed. Scarred hands reach for your face, his heart was pounding in excitement as he inched closer. He jolts back as you stirred in your sleep, your face scrunched in annoyance. Seems like you were going through a nightmare.
"Aw..." He gently caressed your face. "You're safe now, your protector is here."
The foreign touch should've woken you up, but innocent you decided to nuzzle even further into his calloused palm. Enjoying the gentle touch that it provided. He swore that his heart exploded in his chest.
Clueless. Like a little rabbit, unknowingly nuzzling up to it's predator.
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yan!friend x reader
"Ah-" He yelped in shock. You were gone, alcohol had taken over and you had lost control of yourself. In your drunken state, you decided to drape yourself over your incredibly sober friend.
His hands had shot up because- because he was such a nice guy. He was the friend that everyone relied on, especially you relied on. You knew that he would come over in the middle of the night and drag your drunk ass back to bed.
You trailed your finger down his chest, causing a shiver to shoot up his spine. Fuck, this was torture. Were you always this touchy?
"Y'know," You let out a long sigh as you continued to lightly trace shapes on his body. "You're sssoooo much more buff than I thought." Being drunk was clearly bringing out thoughts you would never admit.
"U-Uh huh, please Y/n- don't-"
"Yoooo, why can I trace your abs." You were too comfortable, way too comfortable. It wasn't good for his heart, which was currently beating out of his chest. His face was flushed red as he tried to gently pry you off him.
This was his dream, as much as he was ashamed to admit it, he had a raging crush on you. But all he was to you was a friend, you had repeated that to him so many times that it was engraved into his brain.
"You're such a good friend..."
And each time without fail, his heart breaks every single time. It didn't stop him from sticking near you, he was in too deep.
"Why're you so red..." You mumbled, your cold hands cooling his flushed cheeks. You squished his face together with both your hands, a giggle falling from your lips.
"C'mon Y/n, I gotta get you home." He moves his face from your hands, ignoring your whines of protest. He swiftly scoops you into his arms and carries you into his car.
"You're so good to me... why can't I have a boyfriend like you, huh?" You mumbled, still being too touchy as you graze your thumb over his lip. He had to doing everything in his power not to react, you were drunk. You didn't know what you were doing to him.
Didn't you?
"You're gonna be too drunk to remember this." He mumbled as he gently placed you into the passenger seat of his car, your alcohol scented breath wafted on his face.
"Am I? I knowww how you feel about me." You teased, inching closer to his face. "You think I'm the bestest- mmph!"
Your drunken rambling was cut off by his lips, his hands held your face close as he kissed you deeply. He finally lets up, moving himself away from you with your face still squished in his hands.
It was sealed, you had just confessed your love to him.
"Waoh." You muttered. "That's not- you can't-"
"Yeah?" A small smile grew on his face. "Want another one?"
The kiss had sobered you up a little, you shook your head. He was your good friend. Nothing else. His eyes lingered on your lips before he lets you go. "Let's get going, hm? Wouldn't want anything else to happen."
The morning after wasn't any different. Except you had a raging migraine as you woke up in his clothes. In his bed. Sitting next to him. This was your worst nightmare, you stared at him mouth agape in shock.
"We didn't-"
"Nope."
"Then why-" He turned to you, his head resting on his hand as he stared lovingly at you. "You told me, in your drunken state, that you loved me. And we all know how alcohol brings the truth out, right?"
"Luca. I'm-I'm sorry, whatever happened last night was-"
"Was alright. I forgive you." He sat up. Fuck, why was he shirtless. He moved closer to you. "If you would just admit it. You love me, if you didn't then you wouldn't have touched me that way all last night."
Memories of what happened flooded your mind. You were an idiot, a drunk idiot that lead him on. He was your friend, he had to understand that it was just you being drunk, that's all!
"It's ok, y/n-"
"Luca this is too much. I should- I'll get going." You muttered softly, pushing him off. He had decided to rest his hand on your cheek, acting like some sort of boyfriend. As if he decided it for you.
His hand shot out to grab your wrist, he tugged you back harshly. You quickly turned around, no longer seeing his caring eyes. They had turned dark. "I've had it with your fucking teasing." His voice was low, trembling with anger.
Years. Years you had played with his heart. 'why can't I have a boyfriend like you?' He could've been, if you would have just open your fucking eyes once in your life. He had it. You were his, enough toying with his heart.
This wasn't your friend. You had never seen Luca this angry, to anyone especially not you. You heart dropped as he gripped your wrist tighter, you winced in pain.
"You're not gonna reject me again." He said, his eyes bored into yours. This wasn't your friend, you couldn't recognize him.
"Please, Luca I'm sorry..."
"Enough of the apologies- just accept my love. We're meant to be together." He pulled you into his arms, taking advantage of your half-awake self. You helplessly fell into his bed, he had you pinned under him.
"Let go! Fuck off, Luca!" You struggled against his grip, he had your wrists gripped in his hand. He held your face in his hand, his love stricken eyes simply staring into your frightened ones.
"You can't fight my love," He stroked your cheek lovingly. "We'll finally be together because I'll make sure of it."
a/n; probably makes no sense but <3
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yan!crybaby x reader
"It's not a crime to hang out with other people- don't look at me like that."
Your roommate, self-proclaimed 'best friend', had been pouting in the corner of your shared living room for the past hour. This was the first time you had seen his face and- he had been crying. Save for the fact that his eyes had nearly been swollen shut, it seemed like he'd been crying for the hours that you had left the apartment.
"Malcolm-"
"Who was it." He mumbled pathetically, his lip was jutting out as if he was going to cry again. Ever the sensitive one, you thought. "If it was that guy again, I'm gonna- gonna-"
"Mal, c'mon don't cry again." You sighed, making your way to the sofa. You sat near the man, patting your lap inviting him to lay his head on your thighs. Totally not weird that it was one of the only ways you found that calmed him down.
It was almost instant; the way his eyes lit up as he made his way to you, it had cheered him up. He eagerly placed his head on your lap, it seems to work as he grinned up at you, his puppy eyes glistening with pure adoration. It made you uncomfortable.
"Do you have to be staring at me-"
"Yes."
You let out a sigh before raking your hand through his hair, both calming him and you down. You would never admit it to him, he would become ten times more clingy than he was already. Which would be a living nightmare.
"You owe me 5 minutes of this." He says, wrapping his large arms around your waist, his grip tightening around you. It was almost suffocating. You flinch at his touch but allow him to do so. Wouldn't want him to cry again, would you?
a/n; my first short!! malcolm is def not a fleshed out character but he's pathetic lil man
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𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝘿𝙐𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉.
WARNING: dark content ahead (yandere/obsessive) and mediocre writings
𝙅𝙐𝙋𝙄𝙏𝙀𝙍. | 18+ | she/they
𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙀: I think that yanderes are cool. this blog was made so that I can yap abt what i want and share stupid scenarios i come up with! in short, its all shits n giggles so don't take things too seriously :>
I welcome other yappers so my asks are always open if you wanna chat!
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