#foreigner oc

[yanderedrabbles]

Foreign Yandere x Air Hostess Reader

He's beyond shady. Got connections and friends in all the lowest places. But you're just a little too slow to realise it.

Foreign Yandere who sees you for the first time on his first flight out of the country. He’s a sketchy guy, got a pack of fake passports in a hidden compartment in his bag, but you smile at him like you don’t see the tattoos, the scarred knuckles, the too quick hands.

Oh, you’re pretty. All the cabin crew are, but you’re something new. Exotic almost. Got him wondering exactly how different you are in bed too, got him wondering if you’d put up a fuss if he cornered you in the bathroom. Hell, you might like it. Folk always said foreign girls were down for so much more.

It’s a long-haul flight and your supervisor is bitchy about damn near everything you do. Passengers aren’t much better after twelve hours with their legs cramped up and only shitty plane chow to eat. He can see it wearing on you, can see the way your smile gets tighter after every too sharp complaint. Makes him want to beat their faces into a pulp.

His last straw comes at hour sixteen, when you’re clearly exhausted and one passenger just won’t let up. Practically screaming at you about not getting his specially ordered meal. You’re dealing with it as best you can, but everyone has a limit. He can see the tears starting to brim behind your waterline, can see you struggling to fight them back.

He stands so fast that his seat mate actually flinches. Comes to stand behind you and glares at the troublemaker. The man doesn’t let up, just switches his anger to him.

“You got a problem, huh?”

Foreign Yandere who doesn’t have a lot of English, but he knows a threat when he hears one. He leans down, shoots the man a smile filled with all the menace of a streetfighter.

“What did you say to me?” he asks, in his own language. It isn’t the standard dialect. It’s the regional kind, the type that’s as rough ‘round the edges as its speakers.

The man quails.

 “Sorry,” he mutters. But that’s not good enough.

Foreign Yandere who jerks his head at you, his message clear even across the language barrier.

Apologise to her.

The guy does. Red in the face, resentful about it, spitting his sorry through his teeth like an insult.

You look up at him, the foreigner with the hard eyes, and thank him. In his own language.

Your accent is thick, the pronunciation too rounded on the vowels. But he’ll be damned if it ain’t just fucking adorable.

“Anytime,” he tells you.

It’s not long after he’s back in his seat that you bring him a complimentary cup of coffee and a muffin. The good stuff too, not the swill that usually gets served in economy. He grabs your wrist before you can leave, grip just a little too tight without meaning to be.

“Can I see you again?”

Your grasp of the language isn’t the best, and it takes you a minute to puzzle out what he's asked. When you finally get it, you smile at him and shake your head. Rueful.

“Against company policy to meet the passengers after the flight ends.”

He lets it go. Sighs and says he understands, wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. A surprisingly polite answer from a man who looks like he never hears the word no without following it with a punch to the teeth.

But he doesn’t let it go. Not really. After the plane is deboarded, he skips lines and almost skips customs to keep his eye on you. When you get into a shuttle bus with the rest of your coworkers, he takes careful note of the hotel name scrawled on the side.

His business goes well - if you can call smuggling business that is. The boys he’s dealing with have their own plane to get him home. The kind of small jet that never lands at any airport marked on a map. He slips them all a little something extra under the table and asks if he can bring a guest.

“Will they be conscious?”

He grins. “Not if I can help it.”

Getting you is the tricky part. He borrows a suit and cleans himself up. Shows up at the hotel desk in the middle of the night and tells them he’s here to pick you up for an unscheduled early flight. He knows your name, your company, even your damn rank in the crew. Everything he says checks out. And if the receptionist that calls you thinks he looks a little rough to be a driver, she doesn’t mention it.

You show up with your uniform a tiny bit askew and a sock sticking out of your suitcase. You must have scrambled out of bed without even bothering to double check with your supervisor. Good. The less people that know the better.

He mostly keeps his back to you. Doesn’t want you to recognise him too soon. He shouldn’t have worried. You’re too jetlagged and blurry eyed to even recognise your own mother.

It’s only when you’re in his car and speeding down the wrong highway that you start to get suspicious. Start to come awake fully.

“Which company did you say you work for again?”

He doesn’t reply. You’re going to have to put more effort into learning and speaking his language. No point encouraging you by answering.

“Excuse me?”

You lean forward to get his attention and when he hears your little gasp, he knows the game is up. That you recognise him. Honestly, he’s a little offended that it took you this long. He could keep track of you through a sea of faces back at the airport after all.

“Listen, I don’t know why you’re here. But please stop the car.”

See? You’re speaking his language a bit better already.

“No chance sweetheart. You’re coming home with me.”

He can almost admire your guts when you go straight for the door, despite the speedometer showing over 200. Locked of course. He’s not an idiot.

When he finally arrives at the hangar, it takes him and two other thugs to finally hold you still.

“Fucking feisty thing,” one of them snarls when you land a good kick to his knee.

When he finally manages to prick the injection into your neck, you’re crying so hard that your mascara is running.

“You put up a good fight baby,” he comforts you as you go limp in his arms. “But I just want this more than you.”

His buddies smirk when they look at your body sprawled out on the seat.

“Nice catch. I’m mad I didn’t see her first.”

“You gonna be nice and share?”

That makes him grin. “We’ll see. If she’s too much to handle, well…”

That makes them snicker.

You shouldn’t assume someone’s a thug just ‘cause of the way they look. But in his case, those scars weren’t earned through gentle accidents.

And when he gets you home, someplace probably tropical, someplace where a missing foreigner isn't that surprising a thing, he'll show you exactly how dangerous it is to smile at a criminal and expect him to just let it go.

[keiitopop]

hey man where's your shirt

[thecoolersouthparkforeignkids]

i know you said youre going to sleep but i need to get this idea written down and sent before i forget

*While most of the time when anyone talked to Declan, it'd either be out in public or at the other person's house, with some exceptions. Through the house rang an almost panicked-sounding knock, though it was a rather weak sound.*

-@2-stupid-aussies

(yippieeeee. Ik I'm currently late to college but idgaf)

"The fuck?"

*Usually if someone was going to knock on Declan's door, they'd have the curtesy to text him before, unless this was someone knocking for his dad or Aoife; neither of them being home at the minute. Still, he best answer the door in case it's something important.*

[myuniverseinabox]

A ref for the WOOFER. Cause Grace is a shapeshifter now, btw 🦊

[enden-k]

almost forgot how healing it is to just sketch ur ocs after shit work until youre too tired

[oc-factoids]

Tag the OC that speaks a foreign language

[pastelshroomsbasement]

more doodles in coming 🫣🫣🫣🤩🤩🤩

[short-story-unhappy-ending]

ACT ONE STARTS: April 4, 2025.

Kyle's life is thrown into chaos when his family temporarily takes in Charli, a sharp-tongued, Haitian-Jewish girl with no patience for his attitude. Meanwhile, Kenny tries to win over a fiery chef's brigade, testing his skills and resilience.

Kyle and Charli begin a fake relationship to fend off school drama and unwanted advances while unresolved tension sparks between them.

With Cartman scheming, a winter dance looming, and school gossip at an all-time high, Kyle and Kenny must step up—one to protect his heart and the other to prove his worth. Can Kyle overcome his insecurities and admit his feelings for Charli before she leaves? Or will their story end in the same chaos it began?

Act One of my South Park comic Short Story; Unhappy Ending drops April 4, 2025!

[dream--interrupted]

dreaming

[melodyartist]

Do you think you could do asks for Demeter or is it just The Odyssey/Iliad/Epic characters?

Sometimes some others get some space🌼

Demeter:"Don't take it for granted, but not everyone has this kind of studies, even if there are specific schools to study the subject in depth. Nowadays such things are branches of science and I leave everything under the watchful eye of my niece Athena and sometimes Techne. I still jealously guard my Mysteries, Demetrios is keeping them close"

[swordmaid]

talking abt the hag romance murder mystery au that now transformed into a much more bigger and elaborate murder mystery/film noir sequel bg3 au with a friend last night and here’s shri’iia, about to participate in a swanky party wearing a disguise 🤭

[kitchenutensilfamilyau]

New Refs!

had to make some and finally had a reason to.

[r3djy]

me when ghost

[thecoolersouthparkforeignkids]

who else waiting for that fag to show up?

(how to summom nick 101: call him a fag)

(Fr)

“He better not show up. I’ve been given another gun and I’ll shoot that fairy.”

“You’re a fucking fag too, you retarded leprechaun.”

“Let a girl say she’s bi and she suddenly thinks she can say faggot.”

“I said fag, actually, stupid prick. And since when do you care, you’re as white as white gets you ginger fuck and you still said-“

“I was rapping it! It doesn’t count if it’s in a song. I’m not racist, me and Tolkien are homies.”

“No you’re not! You literally, just yesterday, said, and I quote, ‘Where is he really from anyway?’.”

“It was a genuine question!”

“As genuine as when your da says he loves you.”

[myuniverseinabox]

New ref for Zac !! The rat boy who WILL take your stuff when you're not looking. Also made his tail shorter. Perfect for flicking back and forth when he's angry.

[clonehub]

I think some clones would choose names that aren't legible on purpose to be honest. Names that get "why would you name yourself that?" with no response. All part of refusing to be studied.