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Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean Winchester

TW: Toxic Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Controlling Behavior, Hints of Physical Abuse, Hints of Verbal Abuse, Kidnapping, Mentions of Murder, Isolation And Spanking As Punishment, Cursing, Manipulation. A/N: Please inform me if I did not tag something correctly. Please know the difference between fictional and reality. While fictional, these types of relationships are extremely toxic, especially in real-life. If your relationship is showcasing these toxic behaviors, please seek help from someone to get out safely. Reblogs are heavily appreciated!!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He’s a physical lover, and he doesn’t give two fucks about PDA. He’ll kiss and touch you whenever and wherever he likes. He always gives you heated, passionate kisses while grasping all over your body and pressing you up against him. When he’s really affected, he’ll growl while kissing you, and his eyes will flash black on occasion.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Very messy. Demon Dean, at this point, is a malevolent being and will resort to more grotesque methods when it comes to his darling. Even if it means killing innocent people who look at you the wrong way or dare touch you, well, try. He’ll break the person’s bones before they even lay a finger on you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Depending on how you react to the situation, his treatment of you varies. If you behave, he'll treat you good by his definition. However, if you react badly, he's going to not react well. Yes, he’ll mock you, because we need to remember that he may love you, but that doesn't change his nature. He has a cruel sense of humor.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

He’ll make you come with him on his killing sprees. You’re not a fan of blood; that’s too bad. You’ll just have to get used to it, because that’s all you’re ever going to see besides him. Blood and carnage.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Demon Dean still has some of his old traits from when he was human. He doesn't like expressing his emotions until he trusts you enough. Which would take a long time. However, when he finally trusts you, he’ll be more open about his feelings for you. He still keeps things close to his chest, though he might never speak with you about it. 

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, he’s pissed.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No, your relationship isn't a game to him. But getting you to fall in love with him will be like a game, and he'll triumph. It’s only a matter of time. Demon Dean wouldn't like seeing you try to escape; it would automatically anger him. He’ll lash out at you.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Your worst experience with him would be your fights with him. He's scary when he’s angry, especially when it's towards you. He’ll practically scream in your face and manhandle you. Another thing would be him forcing you to see his killing sprees. He doesn't trust you enough to leave you on your own, so you'll have to witness his brutality.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

When it comes to your future with him, you’re stuck with him, and not even death would separate you. He’ll secretly try to uncover a way to turn you into a demon. You'll be isolated from hunters; demons wouldn't dare approach you. He’s the only thing you’ll ever need; nobody else can help you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Extremely, however, it’s not because he’s insecure; you simply belong to him and are completely off-limits. Coping, what’s that? He’s going to lash out in a violent way at the person attempting to flirt with you. He left people bloodied to a pulp on the floor before, and he has done worse.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

It’s discrete, but he’s a little softer around you, and he would let you get away with small things that he wouldn’t tolerate if it were another person. As a demon, he’s not afraid to show you how deep his love runs for you. He’s clingy and always has a hand grabbing you somewhere. He’s very possessive, and he tends to keep you to himself.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

When it comes to demon dean, there is no time for courting or lightly approaching you about his feelings. When he kidnapped you, there were no romantic gestures or heartfelt confessions; you simply belonged to him, and you need to get used to it.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Of course, Dean treats you differently compared to others. He’s less rough around the edge, and he does try to control his temper better around you. You’re his, and he doesn’t mistreat what belongs to him. 

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Depending on what you do, however, he'll simply tie you to the bedpost and keep you there until you learn your lesson. He would never intentionally hurt you, but he will force you over your lap and smack your ass until you’re begging for forgiveness. Trust me, he wouldn’t make it fun for you.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

The better question is: how many rights would he allow you to have? All you need to do around him is eat, sleep, and look pretty for him. Misbehave, and you’re going to be chained to the bed again.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He will have zero patience with you, so you better behave for your own sake. He's not afraid of punishing you, however he sees fit, because you didn’t listen to him or try to escape. Therefore, try not to upset him too much.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

No, he would never move on. If you died or were killed, his rampage would be talked about in Hell for centuries. If you manage to escape, it won’t last long. He’s going to get you back, whatever it takes, so enjoy the freedom while it lasts.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Ha! Hell no. However, after being cured, he will feel horrible for how he treated you. He’ll feel ashamed that his darker feelings for you were brought to light. He really does love you, but the demonic side of him has horrible ways of showing it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

His transformation into a demon allowed his yandere tendencies to be brought to the surface. He doesn’t have to hold back his urges anymore, and why would he want to?

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Of course he doesn’t like it; he prefers you being obedient and rather docile. He would never admit this, but he would want you to be happy with him, even as a demon. If you try avoiding him, he’ll keep bugging you and forcing you to talk to him. He lacks patience, so your screams and cries will only make him angrier the longer you keep having tantrums.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Demon Dean would never hurt you intentionally, especially by abusing you to make you cooperate. Sure, when he lashes out, there may be a few accidents, but that’s all they are. Accidents. 

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

There are two things you could use: his killing urges and/or feeding into his ego. If you want to play the waiting game, you would have to gain his trust enough to allow you to be out of his sight. Simply pretending to love him won’t be enough because he’ll see right through you. When he goes on his killing sprees, leaving you behind for once will be your chance and only chance to escape. You better protect yourself; he will find you.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No matter how much he cares about you, he will hurt your feelings at times, especially when he flirts with other women in front of you. When he’s extremely angry or has the itching need to kill something, you need to stay out of his way. He will lash out at you with hurtful words and potential bruises.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Demon Dean cares about you despite who he is, and he doesn’t like upsetting you. You’re not much fun with tears in your eyes. As a demon, you’re the only one that makes him feel things—feelings he used to hide within when he was human. Anyway, he would go to the ultimate length to win you over. He’s not going to beg on his knees for your love, but he’ll show you how much he worships you in his own way. You want him to kill someone and bring you their head? He'll do it.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

After Dean became a demon and left with Crowley, he didn’t take you with him at the time, no matter how much he wanted to. However, you’ve never left his thoughts, no matter how much he tried to drink your sweet voice away. You haunted him for months until he finally snapped and came after you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

If Dean was never cured or you never managed a way to escape from him, he’ll find a way to break you and make you depend solely on him. Make you finally see that he is the only thing that would kill to keep you safe. One way or another, he’ll make you fall for him.

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HIDE N SEEK’ / DEMON!DEAN WINCHESTER

Pairings: Demon!Dean Winchester x Fem!Hunter!Reader

Summary: Sam had placed you in a safe home when learning that Dean had somehow gotten away. But Dean promised you, a few games have to be played, and maybe you might just get away. Silly you, a Demon never keeps his word.

Warnings: Dark themes per usual, established relationship, chasing, taunting, use of force, threats & anger, hair pulling, threats, dacryphilia, sexual implications, vulgar language

Word count: 1.7K Words

A/N: Here it is! My first Supernatural fic, I’m so excited to write for these two! I'm still on season one so forgive me for any inaccuracies <3

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Your heart was beating erratically, and rightfully so.

The literal demon version of your own boyfriend, Dean, was currently chasing you around your place. So much for safe home.

“The more you run, the more angry I get Y/n/n.” His voice sent chills down your spine but you knew you had to keep going. You rounded the corner and grabbed the stair case banister to haul yourself upstairs. You could hear his footsteps, loud and clear.

“I gave you a chance, remember that.”

The house that was now trapping you inside, used to be your safe haven.

“Why won’t you just tell me what’s going on Sam?!” His eyes wouldn’t meet yours, the entire time he drove. Sam’s knuckles kept wrapping around the wheel, his knuckles were white and his grip unrelenting.

You’d met Dean not long ago, whilst you were still a baby hunter. Only a year had gone by since you’d lost your best friend whilst she and her boyfriend were on a hunt. It was your first time, and when you’d found out about the supernatural world. A wrong swing, a sharp knife and the dark of night caused her to pass away that night.

You were thoroughly traumatised from losing someone you were so close to, and the job wasn’t complete yet. But Jake called in reinforcements, in the form of Sam and Dean.

From then you’d continued to keep in touch with them, mostly Dean, talking to him helped you immensely when dealing with the pain of losing someone you loved. And when you’d run into them in California, and Dean asked you out, you were jumping for joy.

Within the two weeks you’d spent with them, hunting, travelling and living, you’d never felt happier. So when Dean asked you to stay with him, to be his?

You agreed with no hesitation.

But with a sick family member, you drew back. It’d been over a month and in that time you’d missed so much. So when your family got better and they all dispersed to their rightful places, you were surprised when Sam all of a sudden came to pick you up.

And you’d wound up at your safe home. With no explanation and a lack of communication, you found yourself lonely. Dean never reached out, Sam only checked in on mornings to make sure you were okay. Sam had literally taken your phone, giving you another with only his number.

Of course you’d asked questions, but you trusted Sam. So when he told you it was for the best? You’d listened. You’d wanted more information, but not like this.

The ringing of your phone had awoken you that night, you groaned as you turned over glancing at the alarm clock to your side.

3:30am.

“Sam what���,”

“Are you okay?”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you sat up in your bed, “I’m fine, what’s up?”

“You need to check the doors. The windows— god everything. You need to make sure you’re safe. Do you have access to your weapons?”

“No, I left them in my car. Most of my weapons stash is downstairs, I only have a few handguns and knifes in the bathroom. What’s wrong Sam?”

“It’s Dean, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you Y/n. He’s not safe, he’s…” You got up from your bed, heading downstairs. You needed water if you were going to continue with this weird conversation.

You refrained from rolling your eyes, what hell is up with the dramatics? “He’s what Sam. A vampire?” You joked whilst grabbing a glass from the cupboard.

“Nope, not a vampire sweetheart.”

The glass shattered on the floor at the sound of his voice, it’d been far too long since you’d heard it.

‘Y/n? You still there?’ His voice was so close yet so far.

‘'Y/n? Is he there?" His voice was so close yet so far. Dean’s eyes were dark and black, nothing like the green you found yourself loving everyday. As if the eyes weren’t enough to tell you something was wrong, the hammer in his hand and the dark expression on his face.

Demon. 

It was the one word that seeped into your mind from Sam’s screeching through the phone. Dean’s smirk made your heart beat faster. "If I was you sweetheart, I’d get to runnin’."

So you did. 

With all the energy your drowsy body could muster, you ran past him and into the dining room before turning the corner. His taunts followed as you turned a corner, only to be met with a hard chest. “You’re making this too easy baby. How bout’ this, you hide and I seek. And if I catch you,”

You tried to pull away from him, but Dean was stronger now. “If I catch you, well you don’t wanna know.” His eyes flicked from green to black, and your heart dropped. His grip faltered and you took it as your chance to go. You ran to the back door, only to find it locked.

“Thought I told you to hide?”

“Shut up! I’m not playing!” You shouted as you ducked behind the kitchen counter, hopefully he hadn’t seen you by now.

As you peaked from behind you noticed the black boot by your foot, “You always looked best beneath me.” A wave of disgust rolled through as you grabbed onto his leg and pushed, swiping it from underneath him.

You ran back to the stairs.

“I gave you a chance, remember that.”

The words echoed through your head as you ran upstairs into your bedroom when the alarm system began blaring.

A bit late for that, you thought.

The crimson red seeped through the whole home, indicating an intruder. Shivers went up your spine at the thought of a demon chasing you, red consuming you.

You were a hunter, yes. But not emotionless, so a literal Demon chasing you through your home with the face of your boyfriend was more than enough to cloud your judgement. On one hand, all you can see is Dean. You can stare into his eyes, whether they're green or black, you can see the familiar stature that always cuddled you.

You could hear his voice, and boy was it hard to not listen.

Leaning against the door, you closed your eyes and breathed heavily in an attempt to calm yourself down. Was Sam on his way? Or were you defenceless against him?

As you calmed down, your eyes widened in terror. The bathroom door to your right was open, and led right into your room. You scrambled to your feet and rushed to the door but were knocked back down.

You were right, a Demon's much more menacing with a red glow. he was entering the bathroom with a smile on his face.

"There you are, sweetheart." He raised his arms outwards in a mock hug, those open arms were usually your safety. But now? You weren't so sure if they'd be the best place to be.

"Now I told you not to run, you can't get away. Be realistic baby." His footsteps were slow and menacing, but he hadn't entered the room yet. Your eyes flickered momentarily to the door, and an idea rushed through your mind.

Dean seemingly caught on, "Don't you dare—,"

The slamming of the door cut him off as you swiftly rose to your knees, turning the lock. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you got up with the help of your bed. "Okay, now I'm mad."

And you sure as hell were not in the mood to experience it. So you slowly tiptoed over to the bedroom door, unlocking it. The eerie silence did nothing but raise your heartbeat. Where was he?

You turned to look back at the bathroom door, you couldn't spot any shadows. Either you barricade yourself upstairs and pray for a miracle in the form of a certain Winchester, or you take your chances with the stairs and risk getting grabbed.

You had a good feeling about the stairs, and if Dean was following then you'd for sure hear him with how loud his steps were, right?

The bedroom door closed behind you as you slowly made your way to the top of the stairs. You couldn't hear anything, or see anything besides red. So you ran.

With each step your faith in getting away was renewed.

But as you made your way to the ground an arm harshly dug into your stomach as you screamed. "Told you I'd getcha." You squirmed in his grasp, clawing at the door to pull yourself away from him. "Keep moving like that and I'll crush your skull in." That got your attention, your arms dropped to your side as you stood on the ground.

"Always so good for me baby, yeah?" You shook your head as he chuckled, "You don't want to be my good girl?" His voice was hot in your ear, and his words went straight down to your--

"I'm talking to you." Dean spun you around, you were chest to chest now, his eyes bore into yours as he awaited a response. His stare was too intense so you settled for staring at the ground. He didn't like it.

His hands dug into your chin, forcing you to look up at him, "Yes or No?" Your lips inched closer to his as he grinned, "Missed me have you?" The distraction was all you needed, the hunter in you telling you to run. Dean groaned as you ran towards the door having swiftly kneed him in the groin.

As your hands fumbled with the latch, a hand twisted around your hair before yanking you back, "You bitch, you think you're slick?" You cried out as he climbed ontop of you, his eyes flashed back to black as a scowl overcame his face.

His hold never relented as he dragged you upstairs, “Please Dean!” Despite your pleading he continued to walk, your pleas seemingly driving him. “You want to be a bitch? I’ll treat you like one.” You wheezed as you made impact with bed, courtesy of Dean’s harsh push.

You turned over, trying to crawl away as his hand wrapped around your ankle, “Stop!” His chuckle was deep and his hand bruised you. You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your face, this wasn’t your Dean.

“Fuck you look pretty when you cry. Y’know, I’ve missed this.” His hands ran down your stomach, and back up your chest as you attempted to shimmy away. A hand wrapped around your hip, digging in to hold you down.

“Missed these tits too.”

Your eyes widened as his hand unbuckled his belt.

“We’ve got time to spare, right?”

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Castiel pining after a hunter—his creator betrayed him, so he found a new one.

"Hello mortal, it's me, Castiel."

Yandere Castiel met you after he betrayed heaven for the Winchesters. Cut off from his angelic powers, it was merely a matter of time before his grace dwindled away to humanness. He would be lying to himself if he said he did not fear. More than fear, there was this other fickle notion. This emotion gnawed inside his vessel's muscular organ situated in the mediastinum.

He truly thought God cared for his creations, but he had been brought back by this all-knowing entity, and for what?

He has no purpose except for aiding the Winchesters, which has only 'bitten him in the ass', as Dean says.

He's vulnerable... and that's when he stumbled upon you.

Yandere Castiel appeared out of thin air; well, that's how it appeared to you, seeing as how you are a mortal and are unable to see into other spiritual planes. He took down the monstrosities you had been hunting with relative ease. It left his angelic form wheezing as more of his grace was depleted. He should have simply left you, but something in him compelled him not to.

He introduced himself and naturally you were taken aback. He didn't elaborate any further when bombarded with questions. He offered to heal you.

Yandere Castiel followed you everywhere after that, like a lost hellhound looking for its owner. There was always an angel on your shoulder, more accurately, peering over your shoulder.

He even neglects prayers from the Winchesters and their allies to spend time with you. They did not appreciate him as much as you did. After all, he was only blasphemed and devalued around them. You thanked him, allowed him into your sleeping quarters, and shared private information with him that very few knew.

He already knew these things due to his, well, just being ethereal, but something in him said that he should keep that to himself.

When he could spare the grace, he would stay in his angel form so he could watch you uninterrupted. Apparently humans did not appreciate being looked upon so closely, despite the fact celestial beings are always looking upon humanity. It's another one of those human quirks he does not understand.

You were and still are a fascinating creature. He can't help but get attached.

Yandere Castiel is unsatisfied by the work your guardian angel has been doing. He is hardly able to call it protection, seeing as how Castiel always has to be the one to step in and take care of you. So he tears the wings off of that pitiful excuse and takes the grace from them.

He's keeping the both of you safe. It was only a matter of time before the angel reported his whereabouts to heaven and sent someone far more powerful to eliminate him. Then who would keep you safe? It certainly wouldn't have been the 'angel' heaven assigned to you.

When he appears to you with a stronger grace presence and blood coating him, you are naturally cautious. When you question him, he simply rebuffs and states that he was 'taking care of things'. He doesn't want you to worry, so he presses his lips to yours and makes you forget this little interaction.

It's addicting.

Is this what that abomination Sam Winchester felt when intaking demonic substance?

He still doesn't condone the vessel's actions, but he has a better understanding now.

Yandere Castiel abuses his divinity. Even with limited grace, he obtains it in other ways now. The more human part of him knows this is wrong, but the angel part of him says that this is righteous. It is, isn't it? He's serving humanity through one human. His human.

He isn't shy about those fleeting touches of his. He is often tempted to let you harm yourself in incrimental ways so he is able to step in and 'kiss your boo-boos'. It is another human phrase he has grown fond of, even despite its juvenile connotations. It isn't required that he has direct contact to heal your wounds, but you do not need to be made aware of that.

Unfortunately, he cannot prevent certain incidents from occurring. So he wipes your memory. All those negative emotions you felt towards him cease to exist. He is your sinless guardian, your angel, your soul mate.

He allows you to get high on his grace. All of your problems fade away, and there is only him.

In those moments, you see him how he sees you, as the only being in creation worth attention. 

Yandere Castiel thought it could not get any worse than ridding you of stray entities. Wherever God is, they must be either punishing him for his disobedience or testing his loyalty to his human. A cherub of all lower ethereal entities is trying to mark you with an enochian love sigil. Heaven is trying to force you to have an 'other half'.

His patience runs thinner than God's love.

He tried to use his words, but the cherub was just so persistent. He snapped all of the arrows first, then he grabbed his angel blade and plunged it into the love being's skull. That was after he tortured the information about this false soul mate those fuckers on high wanted to force upon you.

Your bloodline needed to be preserved because your line was fated to do something greater. He knows better than to trust the words of those in heaven. If your bloodline needs to continue, Castiel can always help you copulate.

So your 'soul mate' ends up dead. He binds your heart to his vessel's without your knowledge.

This is how it was always supposed to be.

Yandere Castiel has you with him now. You are undeniably attracted to him, which makes it so easy to persuade you. He is able to create distance between you and the hunter life. It's almost perfect, except for his apparent duty to the Winchesters.

He is confronted after neglecting them for nearly a year. He brushes it off like he has before, but they persist. He cannot allow you to be near them! They are the center of the world's supernatural troubles. His hand is eventually forced.

So he's fiercely protective, always a wing around you. Neither better get the faintest idea of wanting you. You're his.

[night-night-stories-before-bed]

Masterlist

Jjk

- There will be peace when we are done (Bottom!Gojo/ Top!Male!Reader)

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Scream

- Nightly Banters (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

- You shouldn't have done that (Ghostface/Gn!Reader)

Batman

- Don't Take My Sunshine Away (Bruce Wayne/Male!Reader) 1, 2, 3, 4

- Dirty Heart (Bruce Wayne/Vampire!MaleReader)

Harry Potter

- Two birds on a wire (Severus/Male!Reader)

Supernatural

- A horned protector (Dean & Demon!Male!Reader)

Stranger Things

- The sins of our fathers (Billy Hargroves/Male!Reader)

COD

- You are home (Simon Riley/Male!Reader)

- No one is left behind (Simon Riley/Male!Reader)

Iron Man

- You truly are a merchant of Death (Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader)

- In exchange for two drops of blood (Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader)

- ‘Cause you are mine (Yandere!Tony!Stark/Male!Reader)

Miraculous Lady Bug

- Hate me, love me, you can't live without me (Bottom!Gabriel/Male!Reader)

Spider-Man across the multiverse

- 1, 2, 3 scammers get scammed (Miles Morales & Mentor!Male!Reader)

Interview with the vampire

- Broken Angel (Lestat/Male!Reader)

The Flash

- As One (Barry Allen/Male!Reader)

[g0blintears]

Dark Devotion [Yandere! Dead By Daylight x Reader]

Summary: You are a mystery to both the survivors and killers within the fog. A servant of darkness, a creature created by the entity itself, you are the shadow behind the scenes that provides the survivors with the necessities they need to survive, while also assisting killers with the weapons they need to sacrifice. You are a servant void of humanity, but not one that seeks out despair. An empty slate that perhaps just needs to be taught a little bit of hope and empathy to help the survivors escape once and for all.

Five. Vigil

NOTE: Spoilers for A Nightmare on Elm Street (2010)

TW: gore, MC is invasive but they’re learning boundaries

Laying in the cold paper thin bedsheets of his mattress, Quentin tossed and turned with his eyes screwed shut and his heart hammering against his chest. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, causing his shaggy brown hair to cling to his skin. The male clenched his teeth. He was trying desperately to sleep, but he couldn't stop the memories that flashed in his mind.

Go to sleep. Go to sleep. Just go to sleep.

He chanted in his head, but no matter how many times he tried to convince himself to sleep, he couldn't stop his past from haunting him.

Dean. Kriss. Jesse. He can still see them hanging on the walls of the boiler room. Dean's cold lifeless eyes would bore into him. The slit across his throat would have Quentin subconsciously gripping his own neck as though he himself had the same wound. Kriss would be right next to Dean. She would be hanging in her nightgown, bloodied and torn to shreds with her body ripped open and her inner intestines pooling out onto the cement floor. Jesse would be on the other side of Kriss. His jaw slacked open into a scream with a giant hole punctured into his chest.

They were dead. All of his friends were dead. Nothing more than hung up hollow corpses that were void of any soul, and yet, as he stared up at their swaying bodies, Quentin could practically hear their blood-curdling screams that shrieked with every steam that blew around him. Freddy was toying with him. He had become delirious; ridden with fear as he searched around the flame covered basement. The steam in the boiler room hissed and cried, echoing all around like terrified shrieks of the damned. He was scared, but Quentin persisted in his search of Nancy. He remembered looking everywhere for her. His heart pounding in his chest and his eyes wavering all around to find the brunette only for more flames to engulf his vision.

Quentin curled up into a fetal position. His hands clamped onto his head as he shook in his bed. A pathetic attempt to bring himself comfort only for more memories to resurface.

"Wake up, Nancy! Wake up!"

Tears would form in his eyes upon seeing her motionless body, unaware that she was crying out in fear as Freddy trailed his claws over her chest while she  was stuck with him in the dream state.

Nancy lying in bed, her body limp as she was trapped in the nightmare. Quentin hovered over her, his fingers clenched around her shoulders as he gave her a rough shake.

"Nancy, please don't do this! Please! Nancy, come back! Please, wake up! You promised!"

He remembered reaching over for the adrenaline shot. With blood stained fingers, he lifted the syringe over his head and plunged it into her chest. At the time he was relieved when she woke up with a start. However, his relief would be short-lived once Freddy entered the real world.

Both him and Nancy would fight Freddy to the death. While he was on the floor watching as Freddy stared at his decapitated hand in shock, Nancy would use that opportunity to take a sharp metal rod and end Freddy's life in a single swipe. With his throat slit opened, black ooze gushing out of his neck, the dream demon would collapse, lying in a pool of his own blood.

It would end there. It was supposed to end there. Him and Nancy being taken away in an ambulance, holding each other for comfort from the horrors they had to face.

Except it didn't end.

After Nancy's mom disappeared, he knew the fight wasn't over. Sure, it may have ended for Nancy. But for him? Quentin wasn't done. He wanted to make sure Freddy died and got dragged back into hell before he could even think to lay another finger on Nancy. He wanted that dream demon to pay for everything he's done. Not just to him and his friends when they were children, but for the lives he took and ruined along the way. He wanted to make sure that Freddy Krueger died, burning in a fiery inferno where he belonged.

Quentin grit his teeth.

He could still see it. That place where it all began. Badham's Preschool. Quentin had run through the empty hallways, the fluorescent lights flickered over his head. His sneakers squeaked with every step, but he didn't stop running. Zigzagging through the different rooms, he remembered running into a can of paint thinner, immediately a plan formed in his head.

He taunted Freddy. Shouting swears until he successfully lured the killer into his trap. A smile had formed on his face, enjoying the scene of Freddy's shocked face when he looked around at the flames that engulfed him. Fire reigned upon the preschool. While Freddy succumbed to the heated flames, Quentin took that chance to run.

He ran and ran until he found himself back to the basement, and in Freddy's secret room. He had been cornered with Freddy trailing behind him with a wicked grin. The killer had thought he had won, but Quentin refused to go down. Not until he saw Freddy's corpse six feet under. He wanted him dead. If Quentin had any sort of murderous bone in his body, it was reserved just for Freddy. He wanted him dead, and he was going to do whatever he could to make sure that happened.

He let those dark thoughts consume him. It was the dream realm afterall. Everything he learned he brought up to the table, unaware of the growing fog and tendrils that rose from the ground.

With his body covered in a black mist, the brunet would find himself alone. He looked around in the empty void, lost and confused. Did he do it? He walked around a bit. This place felt like a dream, but not one that was familiar to him. He wandered around into the space of nothingness until his eyes caught sight of a figure in the distance. The mystery person wore a red and green striped sweater and a familiar looking fedora that made Quentin's hands clenched into fists.

The figure would look over his shoulder. He would rub his claws together, the sickening sound of metal scraping against each other filled in the deafening silence between them. The Nightmare would let out a sinister laugh, a wicked grin forming on his burnt lips.

One, two, Freddy's coming for you

Three, four, better lock your door

Five, six, grab your crucifix

Seven, eight, better stay up late

Nine, ten, Freddy's back again

"Hey, Quentin. Did ya miss me?"

Quentin shot up in a cold sweat.

His body ached and his fingers dug into the flimsy bed sheets as though it were his only lifeline. The male looked around the room, his eyes scanned the quiet cabin for any signs of the dream demon. The only thing he could see were dark wooden floorboards and a single light bulb hanging in the middle of the ceiling.

Brushing his hair out of his vision, Quentin rubbed his face in exhaustion. His eyes stung from the many sleepless nights where he would try to fall asleep only for his mind to haunt him with flashes of his past.

He thought it was over. He thought once Freddy was gone from the dream state then the nightmares would finally end.

It didn't.

Once he entered the fog, Quentin found himself in a never ending battle for survival. Serial killers, monsters, new demons he couldn't fathom even existing, all of them in this realm for him to face. And worst of all? Freddy was still alive. He was in this damned place too. All of his efforts, those countless sleepless nights of drinking redbull and gulping down modafinil tablets while huddled in a corner of the library, studying books, articles, and papers on lucid dreaming, all of that to make sure Freddy died and stayed in the darkest pits of the underworld- it was all for nothing.

The fog, it was a special kind of eternal damnation. No matter if Quentin stays awake or lets himself succumb to death, he would always find himself right back where he started.

In a sick twisted turn of events, Quentin sometimes often thought to himself that maybe he did get his wish. Freddy Krueger could no longer harm Nancy. The dream demon was trapped in the entity's grasp, forever serving as nothing more than a pawn.

And all it took was for Quentin to go to Hell and drag Freddy there with him.

The door knob to his cabin door twisted, catching his attention. The fearful man clenched his bedsheets in anticipation, adrenaline still running through his veins as he watched with wide brown eyes as the door slowly creaked open.

From the shadows of the night, in stepped your familiar silhouette, causing the male to release a heavy sigh. It was just you.

You walked into the cabin. Gently closing the door behind you, you turned your attention over to the restless survivor on the bed.

"You are still awake." You state with your cold [eye color] eyes observing the male, "You should be resting for your next trial."

Quentin screwed his eyes shut once more. He knew that already. He knew he should be asleep. He knew that he should be resting so he didn't hinder his teammates in the trials, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. How ironic. Back on Elm Street he was fighting the urge to sleep, but now? He needed it more than ever if he wanted to survive.

"Yeah I know, I'm just not tired," he lamely explained, but that answer didn't seem to satisfy you.

"You need to rest for your next trial." You repeated, much to Quentin's annoyance.

"Yeah, I know. But I already told you, I'm not tired." He snapped back. Weaving his fingers through his tangled hair, Quentin moved his eyes to you once more, and glared. "So I would appreciate it if you would just leave it at that and just piss off." The aggression in his voice was practically dripping with warning as he turned away with his hands clenched and his body teetering back and forth. Quentin could already feel himself on the edge of a breakdown, and having you around wasn't helping him calm down. So he had hoped you would take the hint and leave, but in spite of his irritable behavior, your demeanor never once wavered.

"In your last trial you had blown up a generator over ten times. You had caused The Nurse to change targets and you had gotten your teammate killed in the process."

Quentin's once tired eyes hardened. Why did you bring that up? Hadn't he already beaten himself up for that already? When he first entered the fog, he would always be there to lend a helping hand. He was the one the survivors went to when an injured person needed a medic. He was there to help with quick thought out plans and a fighting spirit.

But over time, that started to die out. He was getting sloppy. With each escape, he felt his will to survive slowly unravel, revealing a tired worn out young man that just wanted to rest. He tried desperately to keep up with the others, but he was drained. Nightmare after nightmare, Quentin became paranoid. He couldn't sleep. He would often faint from the lack of sleep, and when he awoke, all of his teammates would be dead and the hatch locked. Leaving him in the dying state as he embraced the entity's tendrils that would pierce his body until he awoke once more at the campfire.

He knew he had become a problem. The survivors would often give him a side-eyed glance when he walked by, but he couldn't help it. He tried. And tried. And tried. But he was tired of trying. He was done.

A sneer made its way to his lips. He snapped.

"I'm tired, okay!” He heaved, “I’m so fucking tired but I can't sleep! Every time I close my eyes, I see that bastard's face! You think I can sleep after everything he's done to me and my friends?! Who the fuck can sleep after seeing their close friends fucking corpses?! I sure as fuck can't! No matter how tired I am, I can't let myself go to sleep!" He shouted. By now he was standing to his feet, hovering a few meters before you with his chest puffing up and down as he took heavy breaths. Quentin stared at you. If his eyes weren't so dry, he might've actually cried.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to want something so bad, but you can't go for it because of your own mind? Constantly sabotaging myself and others— FUCK. I'm such a fuck up! I want to go to sleep again! I want to be useful to my team again— an-and, I even want to dream again. Good dreams, not the same bullshit nightmare I see every time I close my fucking eyes." With his body trembling, Quentin's gaze bored into yours, his blood shot eyes pleading as he held your stare.

"Why am I even suffering like this?" He asked, his voice raspy with his throat cut and dry. Shaking his head, Quentin let out a humorless laugh, "You know what? It's fine...I'm fine with suffering like this," His breathing was shallow and his entire body was hot with a hurricane of emotions. Despair. Fear. And worst of it all, rage.

"I'd be fine being here if only— if only I knew that he was fucking dead. But why? Why isn't he fucking dead?!" He screamed, "What the fuck am I still doing here?! What is this all for anyways?! It's just nightmare after nightmare, isn't it?! It's shit! It's fucking shit! This place is bullshit!"

Quentin shouted. His eyes finally caved in to his raw emotions with warm tears that streamed down his cheeks. Quentin cried, his face burning red and his body shaking, but he didn't falter his eyes away from you. He stared you down, pleading for an answer. He wished you would tell him. Tell him that Freddy Kruger can die for good. Tell him that Quentin's wish can come true. 'You want him dead? Be my guest,' and let Quentin end The Nightmare once and for all.

But no. As Quentin trembled before you with glossy eyes and an inch of hope, you met his stare with a shroud of mist.

Fuck, what was he even doing?

His hands moved straight to his face. Quickly wiping at his face to dry off his blurry vision, Quentin let out a groan. Letting his body fall limp, he sat back on his mattress and rubbed his hands over his closed eyes.

"I'm tired."

The air fell silent.

It felt like an eternity passed before Quentin felt his rage subdue and be replaced with nothing but pure exhaustion. When was the last time he vented out all of his anger? It had been a while. Now that he finally let his thoughts loose, he felt nothing. He was just done.

His eyes finally went back to you. You were still standing by the door, having not moved an inch during his entire mental breakdown.

He released a sigh. Rubbing his eyes, he spoke. "What're you doing in my room, anyways?" He asked, eyeing you down with a frown. "You always just barge in without announcement. Ever heard of knocking?"

And finally, for once the entire time since you've been in his cabin, you replied.

"No."

Quentin scoffed. "Of course not, what should I expect from you." He grumbled. Ruffling his wavy brown locks, Quentin sighed once more before turning his attention back to you. "Well knocking is what polite people do to inform someone that they're coming in." He explained in a snarky tone. Making a fist, he used the back of his hand to knock on wooden bed frame. "Like that."

"I see."

Still standing by the door, you used the back of your gloved knuckles to give his door a gentle knock. You then turned to him with a poker face.

"There. From now on I will knock on the door-"

Quentin nodded, a yawn leaving his lips. "Good."

"-after I've entered the room."

He looked at you in disbelief, "What?"

You stood up straighter. "I said I'll knock after I've entered the room, thus announcing my arrival." You responded, almost factual as if you were the one teaching him about knocking.

Quentin could only look at you with a pointed stare. He was too tired to laugh.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, you do it before entering. That way you don't just scare someone or embarrass them. You let them know before so they could either tell you to wait or come in."

You stared at him without saying anything. The male didn't have to see it to know you were confused.

"You know what? Nevermind."

You gave a curt nod before walking further into the room.

"To answer your first question, I have come to give you clean bed sheets." You said, stepping into his line of sight. It was then that Quentin noticed the bundle of white held in your arms.

"Oh."

You gently set the fresh blankets onto the empty wooden desk besides his bed.

Quentin could only stare at the bedsheets, his mind going blank. "Thanks." He mumbled.

Feeling a wave of exhaustion, Quentin threw his head back. Closing his eyes, he ignored your presence as to let his restless mind wander.

While he laid back on the mattress, you turned to face him. You watched as he fought down another yawn. He was a peculiar one. He claims to be so tired, but he won't allow himself to rest. The human psyche worked in mysterious ways. Ways you couldn't understand, but you found intriguing. This particular survivor was a stubborn one, full of hatred and determination. He hated being in the realm, he hated that the dream demon was still alive. However, he still had a drive to see the killer suffer. Unknown to the brunet male, it was his restless obsession to end the dream demon that drew the entity to him. It was that same drive that kept him here and not thrown into the void.

Tired? It was a mere bump in the road, one easily conquered if he were to just allow himself to replenish his energy. How bad has his condition gotten since you've last seen him?

Walking over to his bedside, Quentin felt your shadow loom over him, causing him to open his eyes and slowly sit up.

"What do you want-?"

Before he could finish that sentence, you had leaned down to his eye level. Both of your hands cupped his cheeks, and tilted his head up to meet your ice cold gaze.

Quentin felt his face heat up. He could feel your cold touch hit his pale skin. You were so close, so much so that he could smell the strong scent of burning wood and fresh pine linger off of you. With your face moving closer to his, he could see those pools of [eye color] brighten in hue as you stared at him with your pupils dilating smaller and smaller. It was fascinating, if not scary, seeing the colors in your eyes swirl with life. [Eye color] tones mixed with gold swirls, he has seen your eyes ever glow like this when the two of you would meet up for check-ups, and every time he saw your eyes, he was in awe.

But not this time. Caught off guard, his heart thumped against his chest in fear as you stared at him, expressionless.

"Wh- hey! What're you doing?!" He sputtered, trying to pull himself away. If he weren't so exhausted, he could've probably escaped your grip, but his body failed him, making him sit still as you brushed your fingers across his cheeks.

"I'm scanning your health." You explained, bringing your hand to his temples. "You've been through this process before. I'd assume you would know that by now."

"Well- yeah, but I'd be aware of it first!" Quentin hissed, his body finally moving on his command as he brought his hand up and gripped one of your wrists. It was then that you looked at him, head tilted a bit and the swirl of colors fading in your eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes." He responded, his eyes not once faltering from your gaze, "Remember the knocking thing?"

"Yes."

"Well, this applies with the same rules. It's only polite to let me know you're going to scan my health before you go on touching me whenever you want. Even then I don't appreciate that."

"Why is that?"

"Because it’s just not okay with me.” As Quentin stared at you, he could see the information sinking in. The touch on his temple was being ever so slightly lifted away, causing him to loosen his own grip.

"I see." You mumbled, brows furrowed for a brief moment before you went back to your stoic expression. "I apologize if what I did is considered impolite.”

Quentin let out a long sigh. He couldn’t quite blame you for not understanding. It wasn’t as if you were intentionally trying to be invasive anyways. You were just another weird species in the realm that had the inability to understand boundaries. So while he still didn’t appreciate you always shadowing over him and the others, he knew that you never really had any ill intent.

“It’s fine.” He groaned into his hands, rubbing at his restless face, “At the very least, you know now."

“Thank you. I will to be sure to learn from this experience and remember to always inform you when I will be performing a wellness check." You commented, eyes stern as you stared down at him. “However, I do need to continue to scan your vitals. So I will inform you right now that I will be checking on your health. It is my duty to ensure all survivors are—.”

“—adequate enough to perform in trials. yeah, yeah. I know the drill.” Quentin rolled his eyes. Of course you wouldn’t completely follow his words. Why would you? It wasn’t as if you were in an allegiance with him. He was just another prisoner in the realm— one of many victims to the entity. He was just lucky you even took his words into consideration when you had no obligation to.

So, with his head rolling back to face the ceiling, Quentin mumbled a string of swears under his breath before meting your eyes once more.

“Fine. Just make it quick." He grumbled, watching you nod and gently rest your fingers back onto his temple. While you hovered over him, Quentin could feel his face warm up once more with every passing second he took looking at you. He could see every detail of your face. The shape of your eyes and the swirl of colors in your irises, his eyes moved across your face where he noted the peach fuzz on your cheeks and followed along the curves of your lips.

Your body was almost flushed against his. Your legs stood against the side of the bed, but your body leaned in close as your hands moved across his forehead. If anyone saw him now, they would think the two of you were being intimate with the way you brushed his hair off his skin and gently caressed the space under his eyes.

Although you were way too close for comfort, he had to admit that the way you were holding his face with delicate care was really soothing. He could feel his heart returning to an even pace and his body relax under your touch. He knew he shouldn't be letting his guard down, especially around someone who works under the creature that brought him here, but the way your hands cupped his face made him feel safe again. He let his eyes close, this time without Freddy popping into his vision.

"You're sleep deprived. Your insomnia has caused you to have high blood pressure and become easily irritable."

You released his face, making him stumble forward and blink himself awake.

You straightened up, your eyes gazed down at him almost as if you were scolding him.

"I've already informed you, but The Nightmare has no access to getting to the survivors' side of the map. And even if it were plausible, all killings outside the map are strictly forbidden and are punishable."

Quentin turned his face away, his once relaxed posture straightening up as he sat back against the bed frame. His embarrassment long forgotten upon hearing his diagnosis.

"I already know all that. I keep telling you, no matter how many times you tell me these things, I can't go to sleep."

"Well, you haven't been visiting the medical cabin as much. I merely assumed you go when I'm not around. Have you stopped taking your pills?"

Quentin sighed, "They stopped working."

You were confused.

"If that was the case then why haven't you come to see me? I could always prepare you with other medication."

Quentin let out a sarcastic laugh. "So the others can keep questioning me? I already get a bad rep by falling asleep in trials, I don't want the others asking anymore questions. It'll just cause more problems."

You didn't understand why it was such a big deal, but if the brunet survivor was going to be stubborn then you would have to find other means for him to rest. Getting off the bed, you straightened yourself out before looking back over to him.

"If that's the case, then do you have any other methods of being able to fall asleep?"

Other methods?

Quentin scratched the back of his head. "Ugh, not that I know of."

The male racked in his brain for any memories. Warm milk did nothing. He's already tried exercising. And sleeping pills...he's taken so many that he's pretty sure that if he survived every one of his trials then he'd die of bad intestines. He's done pretty much everything.

A sudden flash of Nancy came to mind, causing Quentin to halt. Nancy.

He remembered those nights with Nancy after they both thought they had killed Freddy. He remembered how he would hold Nancy to sleep, lulling her with sweet words followed by small kisses. He remembered holding her as the visions would come flooding in, but once he tightened his hold on her, feeling her body against his as he cuddled her like a safety blanket, the visions would go away. It was all Nancy. Nancy was his reason to keep going. She made him strong. She was what kept him sane and the nightmares away. She was his everything.

A ghost of a smile moved on his lips.

"Did you think of something?" You asked, having witnessed his change of demeanor.

Quentin snapped out of his daze. Meeting your observing eyes, Quentin coughed into his hand, hiding his blushing face. "Yeah, but it's dumb."

"Please share." You urged, "it is vital you get your sleep to be proficient in trials."

Quentin felt his finger clam up. He hadn't really spoken about Nancy before to anyone in the fog, and quite frankly, he really didn't want to. But knowing you, if he didn't share what he had been thinking about, then you would never go away.

"When Freddy was constantly harassing me and my friends, there was this girl." He started, his mind wandering into a haze of broken memories. "She was warm, funny, a fighter- the coolest person you would ever meet. Her presence made me forget Freddy was even around." He chuckled, remembering the small moments between him and Nancy.

"Back home when we thought Freddy had died, we became a thing. Ever since those nights on Elm Street, we would always sleepover at each other's houses. We were paranoid, but being around each other brought us both comfort. Well, for me at least. I was always the one that was supposed to keep her safe, but she always made me feel safe."

Quentin smiled, "She was amazing."

The male let his mind wander, reminiscing about his time with Nancy. How long had it been since he last saw her? How was she doing? Although Quentin hated being in this realm, he was happy it was him and not Nancy.

"Unfortunately I can't bring that person here to this realm." You replied, causing Quentin to look up at you, alarmed.

"No, that's not what I want! Even if you could bring her here- that's the last thing I would want to happen!" He exclaimed, his heart aching at the thought. "Anything but that."

Burying himself in his arms, he mumbled. "I just miss not being alone."

So that's what it was.

"Well, would you perhaps want me to stay? Another presence in the room might make you feel safe from the Nightmare. You already know he can not leave the killer's side of the realm, but if it brings you peace to have someone watch over you, I can stay until you rest."

Quentin really, really wanted to decline. Although he's known you for quite some time, he didn't really know you, know you. It would be like a stranger watching over him as he slept. But, you were his only option. He didn't want to bother anyone anymore with his restless condition, and if having you in the room as he slept would keep him from bothering the other survivors, then so be it.

Quentin met your eyes and gave a hesitant nod.

"Then, please." You motioned towards the bed, "Get some rest."

Quentin reluctantly laid back in his bed. Settling under the sheets, the brunet motioned over to the desk and chair next to his bed. "You can sit there if you want."

You looked back over at the desk, and nodded. As you pulled the chair from the table and sat back, Quentin took his time setting himself back into a more comfortable position in the sheets. Although he wasn't the most comfortable in his jeans and jacket, he refused to be any more vulnerable in front of you than he already has been.

Closing his eyes, the tired male tried to relax.

Key word: tried.

While he laid in silence, he could feel your eyes bore into him, studying his movements like an animal in a zoo.

He furrowed his brows, "It's hard to sleep when you're staring at me."

"I apologize."

Another moment of silence, but this time, he could actually feel himself relax. Your strong scent of fresh pine still lingered in the air, making him forget about any thoughts of the dream demon. The only thing he could think about was your scent and the ghostly touch of fingers on his face. Before drifting off to sleep, Quentin looked over at you.

You stared out at the window, the darkness of the wilderness reflecting in your eyes.

He wanted to thank you for staying with him. But he couldn't.

So as he fluttered his eyes closed, the last thing Quentin saw was your silhouette. And for once, he allowed himself to finally relax for the first time in a long time.

Walking down the pebbled path, Feng Min wandered around aimlessly as her mind went back to the previous discussions with the others. She couldn't stop thinking about it ever since Yun-Jin brought it up.

Was it really possible to change you?

She didn't know, but she wanted to give it a try. All the facts point to you being nonhuman, obviously, but a nonhuman that didn't pick either the survivors or killers. You were a loophole, the perfect bug in the game, and she hadn't realized it until now.

Being a competitive gamer, Min wasn't one to give up on a challenge so easily. She strived to strategize, to succeed, and prove others wrong. So what if some of the others didn't believe in their plan? She was determined to change you and escape. Even if she had to do it alone, so be it. She was ready to leave.

Walking by the rows of cabins, Min caught sight of familiar [hair color] hair, causing her to halt. Speak of the devil.

You were carrying around bundles of sheets, walking into each cabin for a few minutes and shortly leaving afterwards. This was one of your routines, she noted, watching as you left Felix's cabin and walked into Quentin's.

For being a creature created by pure evil, you were surprisingly clean and maintained a perfect posture. Always doing tasks scarily quick and often appearing out of thin air. You were the perfect being, and Min often wondered if you were created that way or if that was something you learned. Did you even want to learn? Or were you just created perfect? Did you ever have any stray thoughts?

Maybe she should ask? No, she should wait for the others. They have yet to decide how to go about talking to you. They wanted to first recruit others, see how you interacted with all of the survivors, before setting up a plan.

Still, she was curious to know more about you.

Suddenly, Min heard shouting. Her eyes gazed upon Quentin's cabin with a raised brow. From the sounds of it, Quentin had been yelling at you. She couldn't really hear what about, but as soon as the shouting came, it went. Leaving nothing but silence to fill the air. She didn't really care what happened in there. If anything, you would just go back to what you were doing like how you usually do when dealing with either Meg's temper tantrums or Nea's bullying.

The black haired woman crossed her arms over her chest, and she waited.

Soon you would leave that cabin, moving on to the next, and continue your routine.

Or at least that's what she thought. But as time passed, you never left Quentin's cabin, leaving Min standing there confused and surprised.

Scratch out what she just thought. She did care. What happened in there? Why didn't you leave Quentin's cabin? What're you two doing in there? And how were the two of you associated?

Thinking about it now, Min realized that sometimes when she lingered around the campfire, she would often see Quentin go to the medical cabin, uninjured. Was he going there to see you? If so, then why? She knew Dwight would often see you because he had a crush on you, it was obvious. Well, it was obvious to her at least. But you and Quentin? Who else were you associated with?

Survivors in the realm often worked together, all of them were fighting the same fight, so there was no reason to keep secrets, right? Well, she thought that. But as she stood in the middle of the path, thinking over all the other survivors in the realm, she realized most of them were strangers. She truly didn't know some of them outside the trials.

Min hummed to herself. She didn't know Quentin all that well, but if you and him had some kind of association, maybe mentioning him to the others wouldn't be so bad.

Noting that for later, Min didn't care to stay any longer and continued on her path.

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Title~ swimming pools.

Yandere bully hawks ! X fem-reader! x yandere bully dabi! (No quirk Au! College AU!) y/fn - your friend name

Summary-✰”you go to a frat party and your friend promised you dabi & hawks wouldn’t be there , but what happens when they show up anyways?.”✰-

TRIGGER WARNING ✰-alcohol consumption , cussing, douche bag energy, suggestive content! ,kidnapping? Kinda of ? , yandere behavior!-✰POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED! ✰-enjoy the fall.-��

-✰”I was in the dark room, loud tunes, lookin' to make a vow soon”-✰

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“Cmon y/n!” Y/fn says as she practically explodes with excitement , “look I know your worried, but dean said you can come! He knows Your like my best friend! “ she says as she tries to reassure you, you didn’t want to come here…. You used to love parties. But you know those two idiots would be at them , so you stop going.

“And if your worried that dabi and hawks will be here , don’t worry I convinced Dean to not invite them!” She says putting her hand on your shoulder. Dean and y/fn has been dating since the start of college and Dean is a okay guy….he’s your typical frat boy….loud , annoying but he sure knew how to throw a party. “Okay y/fn , let’s do this maybe it’ll be fun!” I say getting a bit excited, “see that’s The spirt!” She says grabbing your hand leading you into the frat house .

“Here’s your drink y/n! I made sure to put a lot of alcohol in it cause your definitely going to get shit faced with me!” Y/fn says as she hands you the drink . “Ughhh okay y/f/n I see your trying to give me alcohol poisoning… thank you-“ your eyes make contact to the front door . Swinging open to reveal the demons of your life…. Hawks and dabi. “Y/fn?!?! You said Dean didn’t invite them !”you say flipping out immediately , “he didn’t ? What the hell are they doing here !” She’s says confused. “Look I’m going to find Dean….I can’t believe this ! I’m so sorry y/n !” She says as she gets up and is off to find Dean, ‘there’s no way im going sit here so they can just come up to me and harass me .’ You think to your self as you chug the pineapple juice and tequila in your cup . ‘ i need a shot . ‘ you say as you get up and walk to the make shift bar in the kitchen.

“Yuck!” You say to yourself as you take your second shot of Tequila, you immediately follow it with a chaser to get rid of the alcoholic taste “Hey y/n! “ y/f/n says as she walks up to you. “So I talked to Dean. He said he didn’t invite them . But then they fount out they weren’t invited so they…u-uh…they threatened him . Said if he didn’t he would be kicked out of school.” She says looking down sadly . “Those fucking douche bags. “ you say annoyed . You don’t blame Dean. You would’ve of did the same thing . But still dabi abuses his power cause he’s the principals son. “L-Look I know you don’t want to be here…So I’ll drive you back to your dorm ! But first I need too tell Dean we’re gonna have a girls night in your dorm !” She says as she walks out the kitchen to find Dean once again. You then decide to a another shot for the road.

“It’s been ten minutes…where is y/f/n?” You think to your self getting a bit worried, you’ve had about four more shots your definitely feeling it , as your scrolling through your phone , looking at Instagram , you feel a presence- no you feel two presences behind you.

“You know you look really good in that dress baby…” hawks says as he puts his hand on your lower back . “Fuck off…fuck face” you say slurring your words obviously drunk. “Well that’s not nice babe . If you were at our dorm right now . Who knows what we would do .” Dabi says as he puts his hand on your thigh only going higher , you eventually try to get up trying to walk away but couldn’t cause your drunk. “Ah-ah , you can’t walk baby…your to fucked up!” Hawks says as he gets behind you putting his hand on your Ass . “How bout you go back to me and dabi’s dorm baby?~” he says pushing against you eventually you feel something hard . Dabi eventually walks up to you and stands in front of you holding your chin up. “Hawks is right babe. You can’t be here like this someone might take advantage on you” he says as he kisses your lips . You push away . “Y’all are so disgusting. I don’t want to be around y’all . Fuck off! I’ll just go find y/f/n “ you say but as you go to walk away, “she’s with Dean having some ‘alone time ‘ “ dabi says as he grabs your hand “something we should be having babe.” And hawks grabs the other one . “Cmon baby~ let’s get out here this party is lame . we can have our own fun party !” He says as he grabs the bottle of tequila and you and them walk towards the door eventually getting into dabi’s car.

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A/N- Im seriously finna make a part 3😩

[jaylynx1412]

If Nintendo decides to bring Tomodachi Life back I made a list of the first few miis I will be immediately adding

Read at your own risk

Chris Mclean

Gerard Way

Walter White

Obama Nosurname

Donald Trump

Joe Biden

John F. Kennedy

George Bush

IM RADIO REBEL

Oh My Gah

Hatsune Miku

Junko Enoshima

Dr. Eggman

Goku Wukong

Johnny Bravo

Mr. Beast Rich

Stewy Guy

Sexy Waluigi

Bowsette Koopa

Ross Geller (note: make him marry everyone)

MC Y/N

Jesus Christ

Sussy Baka

Shrek Ogre

Shinji Ikari

Biblically Accurate Angel

Misa Amane

Sleep Paralysis Demon

Toru Inoue

Donut boy (my friend’s oc)

Yandere-Chan

Baby Hazel

Devil GGG

Angel GGG

Freddy Fazbear

Giffany dot GF

Gingerbrave Cookieman

Ronald mcdonald

Red guy dhmis

ENA

Jack InaBox

Garfield Lasagna

Batman Man

Joker Societyman

Natural Harmonia Gropius

Yaoi man #1

Yaoi man #2

Eric Cartman

Twilight Sparkle

Mordecai Turanga

Little German Lad

Jason Dean

Conservative-kun

Liberal-chan

Communist-san

Gay pyjamas

Moetron 2chan

Robby Rotten

Tom Nook

Slenderman Pasta

Senpai FNF

Bibble Demon

Candice Nuts

Dhar Mann

Kanye West

Nagito Komaeda

Sans Undertale

Micheal Jackson

Dream Face Reveal

Koneko-chan

Hitoshi-san

Jeff Bezos

Hello Kitty Girl

Kermit the Frog

Cool Cat

Popuko Epic

Pipimi Epic

Jone Ass

Big Chungus

Willy Wonka (married to unknown)

Unknown (married to willy)

Michael Cera

The onceler

[voxle-22]

Introduction and rules for stories!

Hello! You might not know me, but this is my other account. My other account was ash lequa, and I got a new phone, so.. yeah😀...

Story rules:

Will NOT do:

Hard vore, digestion, piss/scat kink, foot kink, NSFW that includes kids, anything that is made to mock/make fun of disabled people, and r@pe

What I will do:

Soft vore, NSFW, SFW, and yandere

Fandoms/characters

Alastor, Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, sir pentious, vox, valentino, and Lucifer (hazbin Hotel)

Blizø, moxxie & Millie, stolas, mammon, asmodeus, and beelzebub. (Helluva boss)

Tengen, gyomei, giyu, sanemi, rengoku, mitsuri, Shinobu, douma, akaza, kokushibo, muzan, daki (sfw), gyutaro, Gyokko, Hantengu (and his clones) tanjiro (sfw), and zenitzu(sfw) (Demon slayer)

Mr. Puzzles (smg4)

Megumi (sfw), yuji (sfw), nobara (sfw), Inumaki (sfw), panda (sfw), maki (sfw), gojo, geto, toji, nanami, jogo (idk), mahito, sukuna, todo (sfw) (jjk)

Sam & dean (supernatural)

[6lostgirl6]

Dean Winchester Masterlist

🩸 = Smut/18+ Themes 🩸

Fics:

Headcanons:

Yandere Alphabet - Demon!Dean

Dean As Your Boyfriend HCs - Coming Soon!

Imagines/Scenarios:

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Due to my last post being a platonic yandere playlist featuring a few characters I like, I've decided to compile a small list of songs here for each character I mentioned! Now, some may feature songs that can be anything from wild to dark to fluffy. But all of it is about that character in particular, or their (platonic) relationship to their bby (a.k.a. the reader, you!). And this is just my opinion. So, if you headcanon different songs for them, that is a-okay👍 We are here to have fun and enjoy platonic yanderes; no need for any arguments. Let's begin (p.s. everyone gets a Christmas song. You can imagine it either fitting them, being sung by them, or you and them singing/listening to it together):

• 🧡Wolverine/Logan Howlett🦡: Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls, Hallelujah by Panic! At The Disco, Crazy Little Thing Called Love by Queen, I Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley (you can do a sweet cover or a dark cover if you want), Demons by Imagine Dragons, Time in a Bottle by Jim Croce, Bring Me to Life by Evanescence, Take Me To Church by Hozier, I Will Wait by Mumford & Sons... 🌨Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas by Frank Sinatra🌨

• 🦁Sabretooth/Victor Creed🦷: Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron, Hidden in the Sand by Tally Hall, Animals by Maroon 5, All of Me by John Legend, Emperor's New Clothes by Panic! At The Disco, Trust Me (The Scorpion And The Frog) by Terrance Zdunich;Saar Hendelman;Marc Senter; and Paul Sorvino, Natural by Imagine Dragons, Duality by Set It Off, Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran, Twilight Zone by Golden Earring... 🤴Good King Wenceslas sung by Bing Crosby🤴

• 🦡Wolverine 2.0/Laura Kinney💛: Heart Attack by Demi Lovato, I Kissed a Girl by Katy Perry, Give Your Heart a Break by Demi Lovato, Everybody Wants To Rule The World by Tears For Fears, This Is Gospel by Panic! At The Disco, Cake by Melanie Martinez, It's Time by Imagine Dragons, Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) by Eurythmics, Immortals by Fall Out Boy... ❄Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow! by Dean Martin (or Frank Sinatra)❄

• 🐺Daken/Akihiro🌀: Some Nights by Fun., You're My Best Friend by Queen, Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day, The Ballad of Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco, Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5, Unholy by Kim Petras and Sam Smith, I Bet My Life by Imagine Dragons, Royals by Lorde, Partners in Crime by Set It Off... 🌌 Silent Night by (anyone, really)🌌

• 🔥Marvel Girl/The Phoenix/Jean Grey🦚: Ain't No Moutain High Enough by Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrel, Just Like Fire by P!ink, Girl on Fire by Alicia Keys, Drops of Jupiter (Tell Me) by Train, Hey Look Ma, I Made It by Panic! At The Disco, Diamonds by Rihanna, Whatever It Takes by Imagine Dragons, Control by Halsey, Bad Romance by Lady Gaga... ☃️ It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Andy Williams (or Amy Grant's cover)☃️

• 😎Cyclops/Scott Summers🚨: Never Gonna Give You Up by Rick Astley, Yellow by Coldplay, I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic! At The Disco, Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons, Heat Waves by Glass Animals, Bad Guy by Set It Off, Lean On by Major Lazer and DJ Snake (or the Pentatonix cover, either works), Unconditionally by Katy Perry, Little Talks by Of Monsters And Men... 🎁It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas by Bing Crosby (or sung by Micheal Buble)🎁

• 🥈Cable/Nathan Summers🤖: Seven Nation Army by The White Stripes, Radioactive by Imagine Dragons, Roaring 20s by Panic! At The Disco, I Want To Know What Love Is by Foreigner, Hey Soul Sister by Train, Just the Two of Us by Bill Withers and Grover Washington Jr., You Are My Sunshine by Jimmie Davis (or any cover version you prefer), You Are So Beautiful by Joe Crocker, A Thousand Years by David Hodges and Christina Perri... 🕊Happy Xmas (War Is Over) by John Lennon and Yoko Ono🕊

• 🎭Mystique/Raven Darkholme💙: Karma Chameleon by the Culture Club, What's Love Got To Do With It by Tina Turner, Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato, Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar, Victorious by Panic! At The Disco, Birds by Imagine Dragons, Killer Queen by Queen, Applause by Lady Gaga, Sugar We're Goin Down by Fall Out Boy... 🎅Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt🎅

• 🎱Rogue/Anne-Marie🥀: Darkside by Alan Walker, Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen, Good as Hell by Lizzo, House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco, It's Time by Imagine Dragons, River by Bishop Briggs, Just Dance by Lady Gaga, Like I'm Gonna Lose You by Meghan Trainor, Stand By You by Rachel Platten... 🎄Rockin Around the Christmas Tree by Brenda Lee🎄

• ♠️Gambit/Remy LeBeau♥️:Don't You (Forget About Me) by Simple Minds, Raise Your Glass by P!nk, Call Me by Blondie, Somewhere Only We Know by Keane, Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco, Bones by Imagine Dragons, Team by Lorde, Umbrella by Rihanna, Poker Face by Lady Gaga... 🥶 Baby It's Cold Outside by Dean Martin (or any cover you like)🥶

• 🌌Nightcrawler/Kurt Wagner😇: Count On Me by Bruno Mars, Born This Way by Lady Gaga, Just The Way You Are by Bruno Mars, Halo by Beyonce, High Hopes by Panic! At The Disco, Mouth of the River by Imagine Dragons, You're Beautiful by James Blunt, Church by Fall Out Boy, Hallelujah cover by Pentatonix... 🌟 Joy To The World cover by (anyone of your choice as long as it is the Christmas song)🌟

And I have a surprise playlist to add: the reader!

•🌈 You/The Protagonist (Darling)💖: I'll Be There For You by The Rembrandts (a.k.a. the themesong from Friends), True Colors by Cyndi Lauper, Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time by Panic! At The Disco, Amsterdam by Imagine Dragons, On Top of the World by Imagine Dragons, Try by P!nk, Panic Room by Au/Ra, BANG! by AJR, I'm Still Standing by Elton John... 🐑Do You Hear What I Hear? sung by (anyone you prefer, guy or gal or nonbinary pal)🐑

And that is all for now! I spent about 10-11 hours on this. All of these songs I have listened to/heard before. The pairings are just my opinion. If you disagree, that is okay. Just don't bring any arguments here. These playlists are all PLATONIC yandere ONLY. No romance, no sex! Now, yes, some songs are sexual, or intimate. But they are meant by me to be platonic in this playlist, or to show a part of the character who they are paired with. The playlist can describe the platonic yan's relationship to their bby, the yandere themself, or even just songs that fit their personality/theme/tone! If you want to make a playlist on a music app or whatever there is, you can do so, just give credit to me for putting the songs together. The rest of your video/playlist/creation is yours. Here is a very thoroughly thought out honeycomb thought!

[yandereunsolved]

ִ ࣪𖤐ִ 𓃵 Yandere Dean Winchester 𓃵 ִ ࣪𖤐ִ

Visiting diners used to be your favorite part of hunts. You'd travel solo and always order half the menu as a celebration after a successful one. Now they just reminded you of the freedom you lost. A pistol snugly tucked away in a holder on Dean's waist, a pair of handcuffs in case you tried anything too reckless.

"Enjoying your pie, darling?" His words were sweeter than those of an incubus, yet more foreboding than the sound of a demon's voice. 

That crazed glint never left his eyes. You swear he must've been tainted by something—infected—to become this obsessed.

"Sam will eventually find us. Castiel will stop you. I don't understand why you're doing this." He chuckled sweetly. Anyone who couldn't hear the words of your conversation would think he's the dotting boyfriend doing his best to soothe the worries of his partner.

"They won't." 

"H-How?" Tendrils of fear wrapped around your heart and began to suffocate it. Your breath has been stolen from you. There is only him—his eyes—that threaten to tear into your soul and claim it as his own.

"Mhm, you know how. You're such a smart hunter."

"You didn't..."

"I did!"

A deal with the devil. That stupid, handsome bastard.

ᝰ — ִ ࣪𖤐ִ .ᐟ

( @targaryenluvs )

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

You are an......Addams?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ibr9Ifu by KillerLecterGraham Dean and Castiel are a couple and have Jack as their son. What Dean didn't know was that Castiel was the son of a demon and an angel called Crowley and Aziraphale. But the most surprising thing for Dean was that Castiel had a last name and that it was: Addams. Words: 454, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005), Good Omens (TV), Addams Family - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Underage Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester, Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Crowley(Good Omens), Aziraphale(Good Omens), Gomez Addams, Morticia Addams, Wednesday Addams, Joel Glicker, Margaret Alford-Addams, Cousin Itt, Fester Addams, Dementia (Addams Family), Jack Kline Relationships: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Gabriel, Crowley/Aziraphale（Good omens）, Gomez Addams/Morticia Addams, Wednesday Addams/Joel Glicker, Margaret Alford-Addams/Cousin Itt, Fester Addams/Dementia, Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens), Supernatural & Good Omens & Addams Family, Castiel & Jack Kline & Dean Winchester, Past Castiel (Supernatural)/Original Male Character(s) - Relationship Additional Tags: Castiel is an Addams, Castiel Addams, Sabriel - Freeform, Destiel - Freeform, Bottom Castiel/Top Dean Winchester, Bottom Gabriel/Top Sam Winchester, Top Crowley/Bottom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Bureaucracy, Crowley(Good Omens) is an Addams, Crowley Addams, Married Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Married Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens), Castiel and Dean Winchester are Jack Kline's Parents, Crowley is Gomez and Fester's Brother, Aziraphale and Crowley are the parents of Castiel and Gabriel, Pregnant Gabriel (Supernatural), Omegaverse- kinda, Omega Castiel/Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Gabriel/Alpha Sam Winchester, Alpha Crowley/Omega Aziraphale, Alpha Gabriel/Omega Beelzebub, Beelzebub is a women, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester Loves Gabriel, Gabriel Loves Sam Winchester, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Dean doesn't know that Castiel is an Addams, Possessive Dean Winchester, Yandere Castiel? (Supernatural), Alternative Universe - supernatural 15x18, Jack Kline Saves Castiel from the Empty, Good Omens & Supernatural & Addams Family- crossover read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/ibr9Ifu

[avocadogirl216]

Anything For You

AN:  This was requested by @sweetpotato-25.  Just FYI I have never written  Yandere character before and to be honest I didn’t know what it was until you (@sweetpotato-25) requested it but I quickly learned and made do.  I am so sorry if this isn’t as good as you wanted it to be or it wasn’t as long or I got something wrong about Yandere or anything like that.  Please let me know if any of these apply to you (Again sweetpotato-25).  Also let me know of any mistakes that I have made and let me know of any improvements that I need to make to my writing.  Thanks!

Summary:  After Dean becomes a demon and leaves Sam, he meets a lovely bartender to which he would do anything for.  Even if she doesn’t approve.  (Set in beginning of Season 10)

Warnings:  Gore, Violence, Language, Character Death, Implied Smut, Kidnapping, Character Being Drugged.

Pairings:  Yandere Demon!Dean x Reader, Ethan (OC) x Reader

Word Count:  1669

!TRIGGER WARNING!  This is a story that contains kidnapping!  Please do not read if you are easily triggered!

(YNs) POV

You were working the graveyard shift alone yet again.  You worked at the local bar in Greenville, Tennessee and it was currently 12 am.  You’ve been doing that a lot lately to save up for a birthday gift for your husband Ethan.  You worked at the local gas station by day and the dingy, loud bar at night.  Ethan was a nurse at the small hospital and even though that was a good paying job, you felt awful that he was doing all the work while you sat around all day watching Netflix.  He assured you that it was okay but you insisted on getting a job.  Besides you wanted to buy the gift with your own hard earned money and not his.  

There were currently 12 people at the bar and they were whether drinking, playing pool or eating greasy food while talking among themselves.  You were drained and all you wanted to do was close up the bar and go home to your husband who was more than likely already in bed.  But sadly you had to wait for all the people to get the hell out and after you closed the bar you still had to walk a couple of blocks to buy Ethan his present.  Might as well get it early then forget and give it to him late.  A group of 9 people made their way to the door and left.  You were about to call out that everyone had to leave when the bell above the door chimed and in walked a handsome man.  He’s been coming for the past three days and all he does is flirt with you.  You’ve turned him down multiple times but he just couldn’t take a hint. 

His eyes caught yours and he made his way over the bar and perched himself onto the bar stool closest to you. 

Crap I’m never gonna go home tonight.

You took a deep breath and faced him.

“Hello again.”  You said with a fake smile and with fake enthusiasm.

“Hey.”  He said followed by a killer smile.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I was just closing up.”  You said, just now noticing that the bar was now empty other than you and the mystery man.

“Come on doll face, can’t you make an exception for me?”  He asked as he gave you puppy dog eyes with his apple green eyes.

“Sorry rules are rules.”  You said as you started to turn away from him to wipe off a table next to the bar.  The man suddenly grabbed your hand to keep you from walking away from him.  You tried to get your hand out of his steel grasp but he was too strong.  “Let go of me.”  You commanded with your toughest voice.

His grip didn’t loosen.  “I’m afraid you’ll have to insist.” He said as his sparkling green eyes turned into a midnight black.  You gasped.  You tried harder to get him to let go of you, hitting his muscular arm with all of your might.  He smirked at you as he pulled you closer to him.  You eventually hit the bar, you on one side and him on the other.  The man leaned in closer to your face, like he was coming in for a kiss.  Once he was close enough, you head butted him as hard as you could.  He grunted and let go of your hand.  You made a break for it to the door but the man quickly caught up and wrapped his strong arms around your body.  Your hands were pinned to your sides and you couldn’t move to get the large man off of you.  One arm was across your torso, holding both of your arms while the other was reaching behind the man so that he could get something.  Your breathing was rapid and tears were starting to go down your face.

“Please let me go please.”  You cried, choking on your own sobs, struggling against the man as much as you could.

“Shh.  It’ll all be okay.  I promise.”  The man soothed as he brought a syringe out of the waistband of his jeans and poked you in the neck with it.  You let out another cry, afraid of what was just injected into you.  You started to feel light headed and your vision started to blur.  Your body leaned against the mans chest as your eyes started to feel heavy.  You fought against the exhaustion but the darkness was winning the seemingly forever battle.

“Everything is going to be fine.”  He whispered in your ear right before you fell into a dreamless sleep.

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You woke up to the sound of footsteps.  You opened your eyes and raised your head to see that you were in an abandoned warehouse.  You were bound by your wrists and ankles by rope to a chair.  You struggled as much as you could, trying to loosen the knots that held the ropes but they didn’t budge.  

“That won’t do you any good.”  The man said as he stalked towards you.  

“Who the hell are you?”  You yelled at him, not caring if your voice wavered.

“Name’s Dean sweetheart.”  He said as a wicked smile spread across his face.  

“What do you want with me?”  You asked as Dean was getting closer and closer with each second.

“Ever since I saw you in that bar I can’t get my mind off of you.  I want you, (YN).”  Dean said as he kneeled down in front of you.  “Every last bit.”  He said as he licked his plump bottom lip with his tongue while looking over your body shamelessly.

You started to feel uncomfortable as his eyes grazed over every inch of your body.  You started to shift in your seat due to discomfort.  After a minute of admiring you, Dean looked at you in your eyes.  “But before I can have you I have to get something out of the way first.”  Dean said as he reached into his pocket and pulled out your wedding ring.  You looked down at your left hand to see that it was no longer there.  “I don’t want anyone to get in the way of me being with you so I have to take matters into my own hands.”  Dean said as he stood up and walked into another room to your right.  After a minute of being in the room, Dean walks out with Ethan, who had his hands tied behind his back and a gag in his mouth.  Tears started to cloud your vision. 

“No, please don’t.  I’ll give you anything just please let him go.”  You begged as tears started to fall down your face.  You struggled more against your bindings but it did no use.  

“I’m sorry (YN).  I truly am but poor Ethan here is just gonna get in the way of us and I simply cannot let that happen.  You’ll understand one day.”  Dean said as he brought a large hunting knife out of its sleeve that was attached to the waistband of his blue jeans.  Ethan's eyes went large when he saw the knife and started to fight against Dean.  By now you were bawling, still begging the man to let your husband go, but he didn’t listen.  Dean brought the knife to Ethan's throat as his eyes turned pitch black.  You and Ethan met eyes for the last time as Dean flicked his wrist and slit his throat.  Ethan cried out in pain as loud as he could and crumbled to the floor.  You watched as the life of your husband, the man that you have known since you were 15, drained onto the concrete floor, turning the dull gray into a vibrant crimson.  Your shrill scream filled the warehouse and you was quickly cut short by your sobs.  

Dean walked over to you and kneeled down in front of you once again.  He placed the knife down by your foot and placed a almost gentle hand onto the side of your face.  You tried to move your head away from him but he moved that hand onto your chin and forced you to look at him. Deans eyes changed back into their apple green and he smiled warmly at you.

“It was the only way (YN).”  He said as he stroked his thumb over your cheek.  

“Go to hell you son of a bitch!”  You practically screamed at him.

Deans face contorted from kindness into pure rage in one second flat.  He let go of your face and slapped you hard on your tear stained cheek.  You could already feel a bruise starting to form but you barley noticed the pain over the despair and heartbreak from watching your husband die in front of you.  

“Please, please just let me go.”  You said in a somber voice as a fresh set of tears made their way down your face.

“I don’t think so.”  Dean said as he started to untie the ropes around your ankles.  “You’re coming with me.  Back to my place which I think you’re gonna like.”  He said as he leaned in until his mouth was next to your ear.  “And I’ll make you enjoy every last second of my idea of fun.”  He said in a seductive tone as he continued to untie the ropes, his breath tickling your neck.  Eventually you were dragged to your feet by your upper arms.  “So what do you say?”  Dean asked as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear as he looked at you expectantly.

You sighed.  You knew that you didn’t have any other choice.  He wasn’t gonna kill you but if you didn’t oblige then you wouldn’t like the results.  You decided to make it easier on yourself rather than suffer anymore than you have to.  You took a deep breath and nodded your head slowly, watching the dark smile return to Deans face.

“This is gonna be fun.”

(So sorry if this was too short)

[coleszzzworld]

Title~ infinity.

Yandere Bully!hawks x reader x yandere bully !dabi (she/her pronouns!!!) non quirk AU!

College Au! Reader is in her 3 year of college and dabi doesn’t not look like a burnt pice of toast in this 😭

Summary~”every since you started college your bullies won’t leave you alone they tease you and make fun of you . You eventually get tired of it and fight back “

TW⚠️⚠️just a lil of dirty talk 😤, cussing , bullying!!!!! ,just a douche bag energy!

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“Hello! Do you have a pen I can borrow?” I say cheerful too the red headed male next too me . “Fuck off bitch.” He replies back , “well that wasn’t nice of you “ I say in shock before turning too the blonde male on my left “um do you have a pen I can borrow “ I ask less cheerful , “yeah but it’s gonna cost you “ he says with a sleazy smirk , “e-excuse me ?” I say confused, “yeah it’s gonna cost you , you have too give me a kiss short stack “ he says as he winks at me , and the male on my right chuckles at the blondes words , “okay dick head , your being such a douche . “ I say leaving the situation alone . If only I knew … I wished I never fucking asked for a dumb pen . Maybe I wouldn’t be in my third year getting  tortured by these douches . Keigo - well hawks . He goes by hawks . He’s not that bad . Actually no he’s worse then his best bud . Hawks always teases me for literally anything he constantly harasses me . He flirts and says dirty things too me. Dabi on the other hand he’s blunt . He says what he’s thinking. If anyone disrespects him he’ll get them expelled real quick . His dad is the dean of the school. That’s why him and his dumb ass friend gets away with so much. “Aye dumb ass!” Some one says slamming their books on my desk . I look up , oh great it’s the fucking demons from hell. Dabi and hawks look down on me . “So baby bird , your gonna do our homework for us right ?~” hawks says winking at me . “Fuck no. “ i say pushing their notebooks and books and sheets of paper away towards them . “Fuck yes . You will and you have no choice babe.” Dabi says pushing the books back . “I mean unless you do want too lose your precious scholarship? , what would mommy and daddy say about you getting kicked out of college unexpectedly?” Dabi says as he smirks . “Alright fine . You guys are so fucking ev-“ I say as I get cut off by hawks “yeah , yeah we’re evil. Who cares you say the same thing every time . Maybe I should shut those pretty lips with something else ~” he says putting his hand in my chin eventually rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb. I slap his hand away. “Go die or something “ I say as I get up and as I’m about too walk away dabi slaps my ass , making me drop the books . “Dabi are you serious?!??!” I say embarrassed. And pissed off . “Couldnt help my self love . You look so damn good in that skirt “ he says giving a smirk at me . “Y’all are so disgusting . “ I say picking up the books then leaving .

“Hey y/n can I talk too you real quick ?” Kenji asks me as I put the books in my book bag , “sure what’s up ?” I say pausing for a second waiting for his response. “So I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me ?” He asks all shyly , “really kenji ?!?!, I would love-“ I look at him it’s like he literally seen a ghost , I look too where his eyes are looking and that’s behind me I turn around and their stands hawks and dabi , maybe he didn’t see a ghost but he definitely saw literal demons . “Fuck off you little shit she’s ours . “ dabi says nonchalantly. “Yeah fuck off. Before I whoop your ass dork . “ hawks says smirking and getting closer too kenji . “Of course I’m so sorry ! “ kenji bitches out and speed walks away . “Are you fucking serious right now?!?! What the hell is wrong with y’all? I’m not y’all’s ! I can date whoever I want . “ I say pissed off , “actually you are ours baby bird . “ hawks say getting closer too me eventually grabbing my butt, I push him . “ you know what I’m done ! Fuck the both of y’all . Go literally die . I can do whatever I want when ever I want .y’all are psychopaths!” I say pushing hawks too the ground. I grab my book bag and push into dabis shoulder and walk away .“Cmon dude “ dabi offers a hand too hawks which he takes . “ shit I think I want her much more now” dabi chuckles . “Yeah dude that chick is bad . For real. “ hawks agree. “True . Don’t worry we will get her soon. “ dabi says as they both walk away.

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A/N- I hoped yall enjoyed this . I’m definitely gonna make a part 2 fr🫶🏼

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