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[kaidoreunion]

Hi, if youre open, could you maybe write yandere Craig Tucker?

yandere craig tucker: “yaoi”

content warnings: yandere, male reader, sexual themes, high school au, everyone’s 18+, brief homophobia?, super short and drabble-y,

“Woah, I never knew that Craig, yknow… swung that way.”

“I totally called it on Craig, but Y/N? I never woulda expected that…”

“Have they ever even talked to each other? I never would’ve guessed that they’re getting it on!”

The rumors spread like wildfire, following the fanart that their school’s “otaku” girls had published for the entire school to see, depicting Craig and yourself as passionate lovers.

Which, in fact, was totally insane. You’d never even been friends with Craig, let alone the things these girls have fantasized up.

Craig stares at the sketch art in his hands, you peering over his shoulder in confusion, a confused and disgusted look on his face. There’s several small, scribbled doodles across the page. You and Craig holding hands while walking across the street (and you looking meek as you cling to his arm like a child), kissing in the rain as Craig shields you with an umbrella, and a particularly raunchy one, your hands in his hair while he’s on his knees, doing something he sees as repulsive.

“Dude, I didn’t know you two were gay!” Clyde exclaims dramatically.

“I’m not!” Craig argues, just as confused as the rest of his friends are.

“I’m not either.” You insist, crossing your arms. “At least not for him.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

—

“Hi.” Craig says simply, finding himself standing with one of the fangirls behind the school nearly two weeks later.

“Hi!”

He hands her a five dollar bill, meeting her eyes without an ounce of shame. She grins and accepts it, handing him a piece of sketchbook paper in exchange.

Craig looks down at the paper, inspecting the full body, colored drawing of you and himself, him holding you bridal style on the back of a giant Guinea pig in the middle of an ocean.

His commission was a creative one, if nothing else.

“Thanks. Does he really have that?” Craig points at the drawing of you, particularly at a little birthmark on your collarbone.

“Yeah! He used to be on the swim team and so I found one of his old team pictures!”

“Cool…” Craig stares intently at the drawing, cherishing it. He knows that you’d never be some submissive, wimpy, damsel in distress-type guy, but it’s a nice fantasy for him.

He’s not even sure what changed in the two weeks, going from barely caring about you to crushing hard. Maybe it was the way you laughed and reveled in the strange fanart, or the way you furiously denied being Craig’s boyfriend to others, unlocking his hidden feelings and igniting the jealousy he never knew was there.

“Can you draw him holding my Guinea pig?”

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It's me. again. this time we're doing kyle from south park

yandere kyle brofvloski: “wimp”

content warnings: yandere, shy-ish/weak reader, GN reader, violence, ooc probably, high school au

Kyle leans against the wall outside of the dingy locker room, the one with the flickering lights and mysterious smell. He’s waiting for his friends to finish getting changed after their gym class, so that they can finally leave and go do whatever stupid thing they think up.

His eyes land on you, your locker conveniently located directly across from where he’s standing. You groan and grunt, struggling and failing to yank your locker open, even after trying several times to put in your combination. A small smile tugs at his lips, hard face softening at the sight of your fruitless efforts.

“Simp.”

Kyle looks up, startled, only to find Stan smiling at him teasingly. Kyle rolls his eyes and waves his hand.

“Shut up.”

Stan only smirks wider, clasping his hands with Kyle’s. “Oh, Y/N, you’re so cute, marry me and have a million of my babies!” He gasps out jokingly, making obnoxious kissing noises.

Kyle’s face flushes bright red and he swats Stan away, quickly shooting his gaze back to you, who is suddenly very fascinated by the floor as you walk away swiftly.

“Dude! You asshole! There’s no way they didn’t hear that!” Kyle snaps, shoving Stan away from him. Stan tilts his head.

“Kyle, they know you like them already. They’d have to be fucking dumb not to. I mean, you basically drop your jaw every time you see them, and that’s not exactly a pen in your pocket is it?”

“Gross! Shut the hell up!”

Stan laughs, looking over as Cartman and Kenny walk out of the locker room, engaged in a conversation of their own.

Kyle doesn’t pay attention to whatever they’re saying, far too focused on his own humiliation.

—

“Kyle? Hi, um,”

Kyle looks up so fast, he’s shocked he doesn’t snap his neck. His eyes meet yours, and he presses his lips together, feeling that familiar heat in his face.

You look down, continuing. “So, uh… you’re friends with Kenny?”

His face falls a little at the mention of his friend, but he nods regardless. He notes the way your eyes light up at that, and his stomach sinks in jealousy.

“Is he um- like—“

Kyle can’t help himself, cutting you off before you can get too far. “Wait, are you asking me to hook you two up?”

You don’t answer, but the way your eyes widen and your lips part is more than enough for him to draw a conclusion.

“I’m sorry!” You panic, waving your hands. “That was so stupid, please forget I said anything, and please don’t tell him, it was dumb!”

Before he can respond, you scurry off. He frowns, tilting his head and looking at his desk. He can’t help but feel bad for making you feel like an idiot, and he wishes he could tell you that it’s not you he’s irritated with.

—

“You fucking asshole! What’s so special about you!?” Kyle shouts, shoving Kenny onto the sidewalk after school. Cartman and Stan look at each other in surprise, and while Cartman laughs to himself, Stan rushes over.

“Dude, lay off—“

“No!” Kyle argues back, tackling Kenny and yanking his hood down.

“Fuck you!” Kenny snaps, kicking his feet against Kyle’s stomach, but Kyle doesn’t relent, throwing a punch to his jaw. “I didn’t even do anything, you fucktard!”

Noticing the commotion, a small crowd gathers, chanting for whoever they’re hoping wins, and most bets are on Kenny, which only fuels Kyle’s festering jealousy.

Cartman is quick to start taking bets, piles of cash in building up in his hands.

“You shithead! Answer me! What’s so great about you, huh? Are you trying to get into Y/N’s pants!?” Kyle demands, grunting as Kenny lands a punch to his cheek.

“What are you even talking about!?”

Kyle pants, staring down at Kenny’s bloodied face. His is no better, nose dripping blood and cheek stained with Kenny’s handprint. He looks up, finally inspecting the crowd. His face pales, spotting your adorably recognizable face right at the front.

—

“Wait, Y/N, hold it!” Kyle pleads, chasing you through the hallway. You run like your life depends on it, panting.

When he’d suddenly shouted your name mid-fight, your soul had left your body, fearing you were going to be his next opponent. Of course, he’d never dream of such a thing, but you didn’t know that.

“Stop!” He catches your wrist in his hand, pulling you back toward him. You grunt weakly and squirm your wrist around, but it’s futile. “Y/N, please listen to me. I’m not gonna beat you up!”

You pause, panting and looking up at him with wide, fearful eyes that make his heart face.

“Promise?”

“What— yes, of course I promise.” He shakes his head, offended that you’d even question his sincerity. “I’m sorry, alright? I’m a guy, and Kenny’s my friend, fighting is, I dunno, normal in our group. Okay?”

“You were both bleeding!” You argue, grabbing his face and gripping his cheeks. “You still are!”

He blushes, the heat and pressure causing his nose to bleed slightly harder than it already was, making you since and let go of him.

“I know, I know.”

“Fighting is stupid. Just talk about things like normal people…”

Kyle smiles weakly, tilting his head. “Fair point… I’ll keep that in mind, okay?”

“Okay..”

His eyes flicker to your lips, and his heart clenches. His mind floods with thoughts of kissing you, holding you, touching y—

He loses his train of thought when you start walking away. Panicked that he’ll lose his only chance to really get close with you, he takes a step. “Wait!”

You turn back around, concerned and confused. He takes his chance to step closer to you, looking down at you with a nervous frown.

“Is there a reason you like Kenny so much?”

The question catches you off guard, and he sees it in your face. “Uh—“

“I just- I mean- I really like you. Like, so much. I get good grades, I try really hard to be respectful, I don’t think I’m, like, ugly or anything… and I know he’s got his own charm or whatever but is there any chance you’d ever consider me? At all?”

“What? I mean- I… I uh…” You trail off, too flustered to get out a proper reply. His eyes flicker back to your lips and he grabs your shoulders awkwardly, pressing his lips to yours for a split seconds.

As fast as it began, it ends, and he quickly pulls away.

“Sorry.”

You blink, wincing. “I’m sorry, I- I just- you’re.. I don’t…”

He tunes you out, wide eyed and horrified.

No, no, no. You’re going to reject him. Fuck, why did he have to confess? He’s so stupid, such a fucking idiot.

“Don’t finish that.” He pleads. His despaired expression abruptly fades into a more cold one. “Oh… I get it. I’ll kill him, I swear…”

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yandere android foxy: “playmate”

content warnings: android (humanoid-robot) foxy, robot x human relationships, stalking, yandere, kidnapping, GN reader

Two months ago, they promised you that the job would be relatively easy and straightforward, that it was completely safe and effortless, that it would be easy money. Two months ago, you were promised a forever job, with high pay and minimum effort.

“Oh, yeah, this one’s a breeze.” He’d said. “Watch the animatronics, make sure they stay in place and don’t get stolen or something, and keep the place clean. Basically, sit in your chair and watch the cameras, yeah?”

What he failed to tell you was that the animatronics, or androids, rather, weren’t just some stationary object that followed basic lines of code. No, he conveniently forgot to bring up that they had minds of their owns, that they’d taken lives that were swept under the rug by corporate, that they were capable of violence, emotion, causing tragedy and suffering.

Your mind is in shambles as you stare at the security camera footage, eyes squinting to get a better look at what should certainly be your mind playing tricks on you. But, as you rub your eyes, it becomes clear that what you’re seeing isn’t a trick at all.

Foxy, residing in Pirate Cove, one of the main attractions in the Pizzaplex, isn’t in his typical position. Instead, he’s casually walking toward the camera that’s pointed at him, making your heart race with each slow step he takes.

He tilts his head and leans in, the camera shaking as he reaches for it, tapping the lens with a hooked hand before the reception cuts out, leaving his area on your security cameras as a static screen.

You don’t have time to reflect, because shortly after, there’s a tapping at the left side door of your office. Naturally, you flinch and get to your feet, sliding a hand over the desk in search of anything to defend yourself. You grab on to a security baton, one of the few things this crummy job had given you, and hold it at your side defensively.

It’s fruitless, because when he wants to get in, he does so effortlessly. He slams his hooked hand against the glass window of the door, reaching down to unlock the door for himself. He pushes the door open and walks in, brushing the glass off his hook.

“Mighty fine security you’ve got yerself there.” He comments slyly, raising his head and meeting your eyes. You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine at the sight of his narrowed eyes, one covered by an eyepatch, and the scratches on his body from being out of commission for so long. “Yer’ always just strain’ at those monitors with a tired look, nice to see a new expression on ya.”

“What the hell?” You murmur, gripping the baton. Foxy’s eyes dart to the weapon in your hand, then back to your face.

“Why so panicked? I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He raises his hands, or lack there of, in protest. “Been outta commission for a time now, y’know? Been watching ya watch those cameras the last month, looked rightly bored.”

You scan his metallic face for signs of malice or instability, but find nothing. You relax your grip and posture, but stay on your guard.

“How would you know? You stay in that… tent… thing.”

“Ah! Me Pirate’s Cove, that there is!” He exclaims, suddenly proud of himself. “Yer right, can’t see much there, but word spreads. Cute security guard don’t go unnoticed, given the old men we usually get ‘round here.”

You hesitate, unsure how to interpret the compliment. “Word spreads… with who?”

“Yer a bit slow, aren’t’cha? ‘S alright. We animatronics ain’t just props, y’know. Chica’s real keen on ya.” He chuckles, but you hear the insincerity in his tone. He takes a step towards you, and you instinctively take one backwards. “Yer shift ends at 6?”

“Yeah…” You trail off, tightening your grip on the baton once again.

He looks up at the clock on the wall. “‘S about 5.”

“I—“

He swiftly takes your wrist, pulling you toward his cold, yet shockingly soft, body. “Ya went home early?”

“What? I’m still here.”

“That’s not what this note says.” He grins a golden toothed smile, sticking a sticky note to the desk and lifting you, slinging you over his shoulder effortlessly.

“Fuck! Foxy, put me down!”

“Can’t hear ya, darlin’! What do ya say we get you some sweets to keep you calm?”

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I'm back. Again. So anyways i wondering if you could do stan from south park.

yandere stan marsh: “background character”

content warnings: yandere, stalking, all characters 18 or older, alcohol use, jealousy, kidnapping, GN reader

Stan had been interested in you for as long as he could remember. For the most part, anyway. From seventh grade, the year Wendy, his long-term girlfriend, decided to dump him, to the present, he’d been borderline infatuated with all that was you. His friends teased him for moving on too fast, for pining after somebody that had always stayed far, far away from him and his friends.

He followed you to college. After overhearing that you’d been accepted into a local university, he applied immediately, and was accepted alongside you. In fact, he followed you everywhere, even registering for a dorm when he heard you wanted to live on campus.

His past with you aside, Stan currently stands against the wall, laughing and swapping shots with his childhood best friend, Kyle Brofvloski, at a mutual friend’s engagement party.

“It’s crazy that kids we know are already getting married.” Stan admits, his eye twitching in discomfort as he forces down another shot. “God, that’s bitter.”

“Dude, it’s not even just marriage. Red got knocked up.”

“Seriously?”

Kyle continues, going on to describe how he found out and such, but Stan tunes him out as he spots you across the room. His face flushes and his eyes widen, as he hadn’t expected at all to see you here. After all, you’d never wanted much to do with just anyone from South Park.

Yet, here you are, smiling and congratulating Kenny on his engagement (which he seems less than excited about in contrast to his fiancé, who is bouncing around and sharing drinks.)

“Stan, you’re not even listening.” Kyle scoffs, losing interest in what he’d been saying and with it, motivation to keep talking to him. “What’s with your face?”

Stan looks over and quickly fixes his dropped jaw, clearing his throat. He opens his mouth to answer, but Kyle intervenes.

“Nevermind, I think I know.” He rolls his eyes and carefully takes the shot glass from Stan. “If you’re gonna drool over them, at least do it sober.”

Kyle’s gaze shoots toward you, who is admiring Kenny’s fiancé’s ring as they proudly show it off. “I can’t believe you’re still into them. I mean, it’s been years, and have you guys even spoken? Really?”

Stan glances away. “Whatever, dude. We’ve talked a few times…”

“Was the last time you talked in eighth grade when you asked them out and got rejected? Cause that’s not exactly a brag.” Kyle teases, earning a scowl from his shorter companion.

Stan pushes himself off the wall, not dignifying Kyle’s taunting with a response. No, instead, he approaches you with a surge of confidence that can only be born through mockery and embarrassment.

“Hey, Y/N.” He greets awkwardly, although it seems he’s spoken too softly, because you don’t react, staying engaged in your conversation. So, he tries again. “Y/N, hi..!”

Once again, you don’t even flinch, don’t even look his way. He feels drowned out by the party around him, like a shadow, or a ghost. He knows he’s only ever been a background character in your life, but ignoring him like this? He’s sure it’s cruelty.

You’re invested in Kenny’s fiancé’s story, admiring their ring and complimenting their appearance. Stan’s patience wears thinner, and the slight buzz of the alcohol he’s already consumed only fuels that fire.

Stan swallows his anxiety and grabs your shoulder, eliciting a sharp gasp from you, followed by your eyes finally meeting his. All the confidence he’d built up is suddenly lost on him, and all that’s left in its place is a warm feeling in his gut.

“Hey, can I help you?” You ask.

It’s an innocent enough question, not spoken maliciously or even suspiciously, but it irritates Stan regardless. He’s not a customer, nor you a server, why can’t you be casual with him? He doesn’t want to be a stranger, surely years of knowing each other means something to you, anything?

“Uh, well—“

Before he can finish, the fiancé cuts in. “Oh! Did you want to see the—“

Something in Stan snaps. Kyle had always been the hot-headed one, but Stan’s anger was not lost on him over the years. “Shut up!” He snaps, then turns to you. “I’m trying to talk. Wait your turn.”

“Don’t be a douche.” You try to reason, crossing your arms. “It’s their party, and I’m sure they didn’t mean to—“

Following the trend of being cut off mid-sentence, Stan interrupts you. “I’m a douche? For real? Y/N, I have done literally everything I could to get even a sliver of your attention, but you’re so self-absorbed that anyone outside your line of sight is disregarded. I’ve known you since I was 8 fucking years old, I mean, seriously!”

“I thought Kyle was the angry one.” You retort. You know it’s a shitty reply, only proving his point, but it just slips out.

You watch as Stan’s irritation and desperation take a physical form, turning his face red and making his body tense up. You expect some yelling, some insults, maybe even a booze-driven slap or a punch.

What you don’t expect is for him to grab your face in his sweaty hands and push his lips against yours. It only lasts a sliver of a second, and he pulls away to gauge your reaction. You struggle to pinpoint your strongest emotion, but you’re sure anger is high on the list.

“Stan, what the fuck?”

“I love you. I’ve loved you since middle school, I loved you when you dyed your hair that ugly ass color in tenth grade and when you fucked that guy from some frat, and I still love you even though you treat me like something you found on the bottom of your shoe.”

“Dude! I don’t like you because you’re impulsive, and you do random shit like kissing me when you’re mad at me. The sentiment is sweet, and maybe you really do mean what you’re saying, but I don’t want to deal with your emotional baggage while I’m trying to support my friends.”

“Holy shit.” He weakly lets go of you, looking you up and down. “You’re a piece of shit.”

“I thought you said you loved me.”

“I do. But it’s easier to romanticize the bitchy shit you do when it’s not toward me.”

You stare up at him, inspecting his expression. He’s absolutely distraught, but more than that, his desperation is creeping back out.

“You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you, and fuck Kenny and his weird ass fiancé. I love you, and I don’t give a shit if you wanna be a jerk, but you don’t get to treat me like this.” He pushes a finger against your collar bone, glaring at you. You look around for assistance but find everyone distracted in their own little worlds, even the fiancé, who ran off to Kenny.

He almost looks like he might attack you, but again, he takes you by surprise. He sighs and kisses your forehead, then grips your wrist and begins dragging you out the back door. You panic and attempt to pull away, but his scrawny body is stronger than you’d think, and the drinks you had aren’t exactly making you stronger, judging by the way your legs turn to jelly.

“You know, just cause I’m calmer than him, doesn’t mean I don’t get mad, too.” He says, referencing Kyle. “I’m gonna shower you in so much goddamn love and affection, you’ll be begging for me not to leave you, and you’ll see how it feels to be so obsessed with somebody that…”

He trails off, shaking his head. “Nevermind. Get in the car.” He pushes your weak, stumbling body into the backseat, following the aggression with an awkward head pat.

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yandere kenny general headcanons (if your open)

yandere kenny mccormick general headcanons

content warnings: yandere, violence, aged up sp, sexual themes (it’s Kenny what do you expect?), I hate writing headcanons so these are very informal

-Kenny McCormick probably first expressed interest in you after hearing something sexual about you. Like Tammy Warner.

-For example, maybe someone said you gave an ex partner sexual gratification, or maybe there’s a rumor that you have a big dick, or tits, or something

-Regardless, whether the rumors were true or not doesn’t matter once he actually, you know, knows you

-He thinks the world of you. You all saw how he looked at the choir girl right? Well that’s how he looks at you, for as long as he knows you.

-Kenny tells his friends everything. Like, EVERYTHING. About you, your family, your relationship, and if/when you become intimate, he’s describing every inch of you to them. They really, truly, do not want to hear it, either.

-Cartman tries to hit on you as a way to fuck with Kenny and as a result, Kenny chases him with a hammer. I think this might be a bit out of character, but it’s funny and yandere-esque so let’s roll with it!!

-Kenny is a very jealous guy, yandere or not. Yandere only intensifies his already existing insecurities when dating. What do you MEAN you have a brother? That you hang out with, and share a HOUSE with!? Doesn’t that mean he gets to hear when you shower!?

-Maybe he isn’t delusional to that extent, but I do think he’d be very jealous and territorial.

-Wanna wear matching parkas? And can he spray yours with pheromone perfume? Please?

-Kenny’s defining yandere characteristic is easily his jealousy. Otherwise, he doesn’t really act much different than how regular Kenny might.

-As Mysterion, I can absolutely see Kenny using his alter ego as an anonymous way to keep you away from those he deems a threat.

-Princess Kenny wants you to give him a big old kiss on the lips when you save him! You WILL save him, right?

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i write yandere fandom and yandere oc!

requests: open!!

fandoms: my hero academia, ouran highschool host club, demon slayer, the owl house, south park , fnaf, death note, saiki k, danganronpa, one piece (only s1 chars), hazbin hotel, helluva boss, scott pilgrim vs the world, dead plate

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