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shae-stjohn · 8 months ago

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I am DEAD. Deceased. What can I even say? You can truly believe the Doctor as a yandere. The differences between his tenth and eleventh regeneration feel v in character and the alien-ness of the eleventh doctor truly is front and centre here. Beautifully done, I'm in LOVE.

please please give us some yandere eleventh doctor content. the thirst is REAL

(Here's part of a commission I did- since the person who commissioned it said it was okay if I posted it here -in which reader is already being kidnapped by Ten and then Ten regenerates into Eleven; I skipped some parts, for easy readability’s sake. Also I edited out the reader's name.)

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You thought you had gotten a pretty good handle on your… companion. (You referred to him as your companion, because it was what he called you sometimes, and it was either that or something serious, like captor, or silly, like alien friend.)

You knew that he was an alien, hundreds of years old, with two hearts and a time-traveling police box that was bigger on the inside.

You knew that he didn’t want to take you back home, and that asking him to do so either resulted in some deflection about some canyon in some other solar system that you had to see– some distraction –or (occasionally, if you were too persistent) a flat, “No, don’t do that.” His eyes suddenly pained, behind the rectangular glasses. His jaw suddenly tight.

“Why not?” you had challenged once.

But his gaze remained too sharp to meet. “Just don’t. Don’t do that.”

(You knew that they called him “the Oncoming Storm”.)

You knew that he didn’t like to be stern. He didn’t like to see signs that you were wary of him. It made him guilty, and when he was guilty, his anger rose to meet his guilt. Anger at himself. Never directed at you, but still frightening to behold.

You knew that he was fiercely protective. Usually he showed this simply by getting you out of dangerous situations before they even arose; many times, you’d been sitting beside him at some quiet alien pub or gala, and then something in his eyes had sharpened suddenly, catching on some sight that you couldn’t notice for the life of you, and he’d suddenly take your hand and drag you back toward the TARDIS, chanting, “Nope. No, no, no, no, not with you, never.” But then other times, when he couldn’t get you out before the danger, he would destroy the threat so unfeelingly, so dead-eyed… a kind of fury that betrayed his age and his inhumanity like nothing else did.

You knew that he was always at his softest when his anger passed. When he was done punishing some enemy or loudly berating himself, that was when he’d just hold you, a white-knuckled grip with his eyes shut tight. Sometimes murmuring apologies over and over, a mantra, a lifeline. It didn’t matter what you said, during those times, whether you said that you forgave him or begged him to let you go. He was too deep in his own shame to hear forgiveness or conviction.

You knew that he had an endless appetite for beauty and wonder. It was why he was always taking you to new places, always finding new things to gape at in delighted awe. And it was why he sometimes sat in silence and just stared at you, his dark eyes seeming to teem with fascination and a hunger as insatiable as that of a wildfire. It was like… On the inside, he was burning, and he needed a constant supply of… of whatever stimulus it was he was getting from you, to keep the flames bearable. To smother them with this planet, and that constellation, and you, you, you, you…

(He seemed to divide his time evenly between looking at the wonders of the universe, and looking at your reaction to said wonders. His gaze flicked back to you every other second, like a compass’s needle always finding the north pole. You were never unobserved.)

You knew that he grew agitated if you looked at him for too long a time, as if he became guilty with too much of your attention– he would turn away, or start jabbering, or, once, kiss you hard on the lips –but if you didn’t look at him enough, you got a similar result– the restlessness, that is. You had to learn, eventually, how much he wanted to be looked at. He wanted enough of your attention that he felt special, but not so much of it that he felt guilty. It was a difficult balance, but through experience, you were managing it. Look, look, look. Now look away. And you learned to recognize the early signs that he needed more or less attention.

You were getting good at it.

You were getting good at being his companion, despite the fact that you didn’t want to be.

And despite the fact that it involved so much cardio.

Now, the Doctor was sprinting down the corridor so fast that the tail end of his trenchcoat had taken flight, and though your hand was linked to his, you found yourself stumbling over your feet.

You hadn’t even seen the threat from which you were both running, which made the desperation of the Doctor’s movements all the more frightening. As far as you knew, nothing was even giving chase, and yet the Doctor was pouring in speed as if a horrible beast was right on your heels.

The pair of you came to the end of the corridor, and you gasped, for it was empty.

“But the TARDIS was just-“

“She still is,” the Doctor interrupted. “It’s an illusion; they want us to think we’re cornered.”

“Who’s ‘they’?”

“Close your eyes. Close them, and reach for the door.”

You did as he said. And you were sure that you hadn’t seen the TARDIS in the place where the pair of you had left it, but nevertheless, when you reached for the spot where the door was supposed to be, you were able to open it.

“Keep them closed,” the Doctor urged. He stood very close behind you, as if blocking the unseen foe from reaching you. “The illusion depends on your eyes deceiving you; don’t open your eyes until I tell you it’s safe. If you do, the TARDIS will vanish from around you. You won’t even be able to touch it.”

(There was often some rule: don’t open your eyes, or don’t close them, or don’t touch, or don’t let go. You had learned to just obey, rather than ask questions. People tended to die when there were rules; the creatures with rules were the scariest, you thought.)

You kept your eyes closed as you entered the TARDIS.

But you could hear something behind you. Some…chattering, like a million insects.

“What’s that sound?” you asked.

“Closing your eyes allows you to reach past the illusion.” His voice was grim-sounding. “Now you can hear the creatures that have been following us.”

A chill shot down your spine. You were advancing into the TARDIS, now; you were back to back with the Doctor, who must have been facing the pursuers. He walked backwards to keep close to you.

It seemed like this was just another threat the two of you had avoided, in your travels through time in space, until it… wasn’t.

You weren’t sure what happened; you had kept your eyes closed. But suddenly you heard the Doctor let out a pained cry.

“Oh, that’s not good,” he babbled. “That is not good.”

“What happened?” you asked.

But he only said, “Keep them closed. Keep moving.”

You walked forward until you heard the TARDIS door close behind the Doctor, at which point he said:

“Alright. You can open your eyes now.” His breathing was labored.

You opened your eyes, and the TARDIS was visible, but something was wrong; the Doctor was clutching his trenchcoat tightly around himself, as if to conceal a wound.

“Doctor, what…?”

“They carry a severe neurotoxin. Darling, could you run and pull the middle lever on the upper right hand… Actually, don’t. Don’t do that. Don’t leave me.” To punctuate his own verbal u-turn, he gripped your hands.

[Skip ahead; he’s dying now]

“I want to stay with you! I don’t…I don’t want…” A shout ripped its way out of him, and he staggered away as an unfathomable sort of energy seemed to fill the space.

There was a bright pillar of yellow light encasing him.

And then…

Then, he was just… different.

He was standing in the same spot, but his face was different. His body was different. He seemed to know it immediately, for he grabbed at the mirror attached to the TARDIS controls and eyed his own face for several seconds.

“Ohhh,” he murmured. “Not bad at all. No, I reckon I can work with this. Ears, right. The hair, though…”

His nonchalance, after such a tearful departure (and “departure” wasn’t even the word, was it?) was already jarring, but then he turned to you, and his face brightened so drastically, it was as if a light switch had been flipped.

“Oi!” he exclaimed cheerfully. “Darling!” He ran to you with his arms outstretched, stumbling on the way like the Scarecrow from The Wizard of Oz.

You couldn’t help yourself; you retreated a step before you could manage your own response. You expected him to have some reaction to your recoil. He always did. Or… he had always used to. But the new him seemed not to pay your reflexive flinch any mind. He kept stumbling towards you until he was close enough to touch. Then he placed his hands on your shoulders (sinking some of his weight on you, likely due to his newfound lack of balance) and just beamed at you.

“Alright there?” he asked. “Hope I didn’t scare you with the theatrics.”

“You changed,” was your obvious observation.

“Regenerated. I told you about regenerating.”

“But… you’re different now.” You were still stating the obvious, but your mouth simply couldn’t keep up with your brain, which was racing with the implications. “You’re a different person.”

“Still not a ginger, though; that’s a bit disappointing.”

“So… if you’re different now… can you take me home? I mean, you’re not the same…” You trailed off as soon as his expression started to change.

“Oh, shush,” he said, exasperated in a lighthearted way. He removed his hands from your shoulders, standing up straight. You searched him for the pained reaction his previous self had led you to expect, but it wasn’t there. He looked offended, but only as offended as a friend would if you told them their hat looked funny. He put his hands on his hips. “I regenerate into an entirely different body right in front of you, and the first thing you can think about is getting back to that blue marble? Honestly.”

He ran to the TARDIS controls and started working at the buttons and levers. The way he moved was so similar, and yet so different. He still had such easy familiarity with the machine, and such high energy, but his movements were lighter, looser. Almost floppy. No agitation in his speed or fierceness in his smile.

He was more alien this way.

Before, you had seen the truth, the pain, but now it was impossible to tell where his mind was.

“Oi!” he called out, for the second time. “Are you paying attention? I’m being awfully clever over here! You see these lighty-uppy bits? Yeah, they’re not supposed to be doing that…”

You began to learn new things about your companion.

And to unlearn the old things.

The intervals of attention you’d been perfecting, for the old Doctor, were the first things to be thrown out the window; the new Doctor wanted all of your attention, as often as possible. It seemed that he viewed any second you weren’t looking at him as a second wasted.

Interestingly, he did not watch you as much as his former self (“Ten” he called him, on rare occasions when he referred to his past self with anything but first person pronouns) had. Sometimes, he could be distracted by things he found “brilliant” or “cool”. But when he looked at you again (And he always, eventually, looked at you again.), he always expected your eyes to still be on him. Otherwise, he would chide you to pay attention, always in that lightly affronted tone. Never serious. Or never seeming so.

Twice, when his attention was elsewhere, you experimented with wandering away. You could never have done it with Ten, who had kept you so close and watched you so raptly, but with the new Doctor, in those moments of distraction (watching some unfamiliar performance or ritual) when you wondered if he had forgotten you were even there, you had managed to put some distance between you.

The first time, it was only a few paces, just to test that you could do it without him noticing. He hadn’t stopped you, hadn’t stopped looking at the alien dancers, but when the time did come for him to look your way again, he looked straight at you; he hadn’t looked first at the spot you’d vacated. He hadn’t been confused. Which meant that he was keeping track of your movements even when he wasn’t looking your way. Valuable to know.

“Did you see that?” he asked you, giddily shuffling over and grabbing your hand to bring you closer again. “Their species can translate color into music! Think of it- every image a string of notes, every sequence of images an entire song! Right now, they’re dancing to music created by transcribing the movement of a shooting star, but any member of their species could transcribe the movements they’re making now and create a whole new dance around it...”

The second time, you moved farther away, and changed directions so that even his peripheral vision couldn’t tell him where you’d moved to. Or so you’d thought, but once again, when it came time for him to look your way, he found you immediately, as if he’d known where you were at every point, and he none-too-gently traversed the crowded space (at times climbing over aliens in his eagerness, and making impressive time, doing so) to reach you.

“How did you find me so quickly?” you asked. (You had also started to follow his cue in leaving subtlety aside.)

“You think I’d have you roaming around if I didn’t know how to find you?” he asked, as if it were the most obvious thing. “That’s how you lose people.” He let his words hang in the air for a bit. Then he put on his goofy smile again and dragged you off to “come see” something “brilliant”.

You learned that he had incredible spatial awareness, and that he was paying attention even when it seemed he wasn’t paying attention.

The new Doctor was more cheerful. He was friendlier. When he kissed you, the kiss was not desperate, but enthusiastic, and as often on the forehead as the lips. If he felt any shame at all over keeping you trapped, he did not show it, and it certainly never drove him to deliriously babble apologies. There was almost no flaw in his childlike façade. On a day-to-day basis, he was easier to live with, in some ways.

In other ways, he was much more difficult. As his nonhumanity had become more obvious, he started to forget things. In his haste to show you the universe, he sometimes forgot that you needed to eat more often than he did, and sleep longer. Ten had never forgotten; Ten had made a point of ensuring that you ate almost every time food was available.

“Doctor, I’m hungry.”

“You’re what? Oh, right!” He took a handful of loose jam-filled biscuits out of his pocket (When and why had he obtained those?) and dropped them into your hand. “Will that do, for now? I can get us to a feast on Delphon, once the triple solar eclipse is over. Remind me!”

His attentiveness had changed, and his need for attention had changed. His protectiveness, however, had not changed.

Well, maybe it had worsened, for he gave no sign that it tormented him to punish what threatened you. In fact, given how he allowed you to wander off, there were more opportunities, now, for you to come close to harm’s way.

The harm never actually touched you, though; he knew where you were at all times.

Given the Peter Pan-ish way he went through life most of the time, it was startling to see the smile fall away and yield to a look of what you would almost call boredom, as he eyed the thing that had nearly killed you.

“If I were feeling sporting, I’d give you a head start,” he said in a low voice to one such creature. “But you came very close to harming someone of critical importance to me, so no such luck.”

When Ten had destroyed the dangerous things, he’d been the Oncoming Storm, but with this new Doctor…

“Mercy,” the creature implored.

“Not today,” the Doctor said, through a mirthless little smile.

I think the storm has come, you thought.

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billyhargrovesslut · 2 years ago

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Stick Together

Imagine: henry and eleven being yandere for you a nurse who worked with them and trying to run from them but they always find you.

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edb954 · 2 years ago

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Never Lose Me (Henry/001 x reader)

(Summary: Where you are unwillingly part of one of Dr. Brenner's project's in the lab, Henry /001 is the one who he pairs you with. But something goes wrong during the pregnancy..)

(Warning: Mentions of murder, Medical stuff, blood, death, dark themes, Dr. Brenner is his own warning)

It was a cold rainy September night, when you got kidnapped by a old grey haired man named Dr. Martin Brenner. Who was now your 'boss'. He forced you to join one of his projects and he stuck you in a room with a very handsome mysterious guy named Peter Ballard, who you later found out his real name was Henry Creel.

(Flashback)

"W-who are you? Wh-where am I?" You finally got the courage to speak.

"Henry.. Henry Creel." "But I thou-" "Brenner changed my name.. and I'm sure you know why.." Henry said looking at you. He was right you did know, he was supposed to be dead but here he is in the flesh.

"I'm not going to hurt you..." "Where am I? Why am I here? And don't try anything i know karate.." you said trying to stand your ground. He was not bying it.

"Your at Hawkins Lab, Dr.Brenner is making you become involved in one of his projects.. that's why your in here with me.."

"Wait you knew?" He nodded.

"He told me and showed me who you were. Y/n M/n L/n, 25 years old. Honor Roll in high school, went to one of the best schools for nursing, Single, and a Orphan... Brenner actually let me pick who was going to be apart of this project.." your face went back to a horrified expression. "Don't worry he was planning to get you anyways. He needs a new nurse."

"H-ho-" "He has a file of you.. he has files of everyone.. and I picked you because I can sense theirs something... between us..."

And Henry was right. There was/is an unspeakable bond between the two of you no one could figure out... not even them. From then on, you both got to know each other he told you more about the lab, himself, how he was/is a number and that he has powers just like the other children. He also told you about the project.. how you and him had to conceive a child. You were mortified and refused.... Until that one night....

"What happened?" You walked towards him seeing him on the ground in pain. Henry refused to break down his wall and shook his head.

"They punished you didn't they?" You asked. He sighed and nodded.

You got the first aid kit and asked him to take off his shirt. You never knew how toned he actually was until now... you quickly shook the thought away and You started to tend to his wounds.

"What happened this time?"

"Brenner doesn't like how close I am getting to 011."

"I see that.." you said with a frown as you finished tending to his wounds.

But before you could move away, he grabbed your arm and lifted up your chin, making you look into his eyes and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you were being pushed back onto his bed.

Now, You were months into your pregnancy and at first everything was fine until the past few weeks going into the third trimester of your pregnancy. You had been exhausted and coughing like crazy you also looked survirly pale, but you just thought it was just because of being trapped in the lab. During your pregnancy you haven't been able to see Henry as much but, he did grow concern. You missed seeing him everyday, You thought, As you walked with one of the other woman in a different project Lydia, who had became your friend. While she talked to you about the reasoning she was here and her husband.

"I've been missing him like crazy. And the only reason I am doing this is because I need the money or I don't know what will happen to us-" you started to feel faint slowing down your speedy as well as starting to cough slightly, trying not noticing the blood that was coming out as well.

"Y-y/n are you okay?" She asked concerned, looking behind towards you.

"I-im..f-fine." You said in between heeps of breaths and coughing up large amounts of blood, before your eyes rolled back and you clasping to the floor. Lydia dropped her pad running towards you.

"Omg. Y/n? Help! HELP!" She shouted. To see Dr.Brenner and two orderly's running up to them.

"Lydia what happened?" Brenner asked eyes filled with shocked and a little horror.

"I-I don't know... w-we were just walking and she started coughing and slowing down. Before I knew it she clasped." She said with tears streaming down her eyes.

"Jackson take Ms. Rowe back to the project room. Lucas take ms.L/n to the infirmary immediately! And page the infirmary! Hurry!" Brenner ordered. The two men hurriedly went to there tasks.

While Lucas rushed Y/n to the infirmary. He immediately paged the infirmary.

"This is Lucas Soks i have a serious matter ms. L/n clasped in the hall coughing up blood. Dr. Brenner needs to have all hands on deck. I'll be there soon!"

Not occurring to Lucas nor Brenner that Henry over heard everything and is hot on their tracks.

Once, Lucas got her to the infirmary the team took you and placed you on the table placing an oxygen mask on to your mouth and nose, while giving you an IV as they pushed everyone else out of the room.

As Dr.Brenner was going to the infirmary to see what was happening he was stopped in his tracks by an all to familiar voice/person.

"What did you do to her?" A bitter voice said.

"001 we have no idea what happened. I'm on my way to figure it out now and I suggest you let me through or suffer the consequences." Brenner spoke.

Henry opened his mouth to speak then closed it again before letting Brenner pass.

"I will let you know what happens.." Brenner said before continuing to the infirmary.

Once he was gone, henry punched the closest wall near him. Though Brenner used you for his "project" you both actually fell for each other. He never expected to fall in love or have any actual feelings for anyone or anything but, their was something about you that allured him. Now that he has you he's not going to let you go no matter what. He couldn't bare the thought of losing you.

Once, Brenner got to the infirmary.

"What's going on?" Brenner asked one of the nurses.

"Her body is starting to shut down, one of her organs is clasping. We need to get her into surgery now." She explained.

"I don't care what happens to her but, make sure that baby is alive." Brenner stated.

"But sir-" "do as I say! Kill her i don't care but I.want.that.baby.alive!" He ordered.

They looked at him with a horrified expression before following his orders. One of the nurses Katherine was a very good friend of yours even before the lab. She couldn't believe what she had heard. And slipped out of the room to find Peter/Henry. She found him where he usually was working in the Rainbow room.

"Mr. Ballard could I speak with you for a moment.. 011s results came back." She made up a good excuse or well she hoped. Looking at the other orderlies who had actually bought it. Peter got up and followed her.

"I need to tell you something important."

"Ms.Thorn I don-" as he was about to walk back to the rainbow room " It's about Y/n." Henry paused in his tracks slowly turning around walking back towards Katherine.

"What about Y/n." He said in a deep almost concerned voice.

"Br-Brenner wants to kill her..." those four words almost sent him into a rage. "Y/n's condition, is one of her organs are failing. There getting her-she's probably already in surgery now. Brenner never cared about her seems pretty obvious but all he cares is wanting that baby... your baby alive... no matter the costs.." She explained. Henry was frozen in place rage filling him more and more like poison seeping through. He need to do his plan as soon as possible.

"I-I have to get back before Brenner notices.. I wanted you to know.." and with that Katherine went back to the infirmary. While Henry went back to the rainbow room to start his plan.

(Timeskip: past through the mascara and everything also eleven escaped through the tunnel when Henry showed her, also it's a bit different because he was killing everyone who was in the way of getting to you so yeah!)

Once, Henry finished off with the last nurse stopping him from getting to you. While compelling Katherine to tend to their daughter, he saw you laying on the table stitched back up in a gown. His heart dropped while he picked you up in his arms holding you hoping you will wake up and be with him. That he did not lose you and as if the gods were on his side he felt your fingers move against his back pulling your chest to his ear feeling/hearing your heartbeat once again. He picked you up into a bridal style pose. And took you and their daughter home.

Once you woke up, you felt as if you were on a cloud looking around to notice you weren't in the lab but in your house well your room to be exact. You heard footsteps coming towards you, to see Henry.

"H-Henry.." your voice croaked out he neiled down and pulled you into a deep hug you slowly wrapped your arms around him pulling him closer.

"I thought I lost you.." he said. While kissing your head. You pulled away putting your forehead against his.

"You could never lose me.." you said looking into his perfect blue eyes.

Before he could say anything their was a knock on the door frame. Both of you looked over to see Katherine and a baby.. your baby. You sat up as quick as possible.

"I-is she okay.." you asked concerned.

"She's perfect. Here. I'll give you three sometime." Katherine replied handing your daughter over to you. "She still needs a name by the way." She said before leaving.

Your eyes welled up as you looked at your beautiful daughter. As her arms moved and grabbed your hair.

"H-hi." You said as tears of joy streamed down your face. You saw her look over at Henry. "Is that your dada?" You asked lifting her up.

Henry watched mesmerised by just the small interaction between you and their daughter. "She does still need a name.." he spoke up. You looked at her for a moment before smiling.

"Hayley Grace... that's her name.." you looked at Henry for a moment. "Hayley Grace Creel.." Henry looked at you for a moment, before a smile creeped up onto his lips as he brought the both of you in his arms. While whispering "it's perfect.."

You both stayed like that for a while, you couldn't imagine anything better. Your little family. You didn't regret anything, not even being forced to stay in the lab because if you didn't, you wouldn't be here with Henry and your daughter.

Word count: 2032

(A/n: I hope you all enjoyed this! I know it's kinda rushed but! I NEED TO KNOW IF THIS HAPPENS TO ANYONE ELSE!, Do you ever have a whole BUNCH ideas for writing but you have no idea how to start it?¿ please let me know that I'm not the only one haha.. anyways, I hope y'all enjoyed! :) )

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yanpotatowriter · 2 years ago

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Then can you do Yandere Headcanons for Kidou,Gouenji,Afuro who fallen in love of a rival darling from a other soccer team

Kidou:

It depends on if we are talking about Taikoku Kidou or if we are talking about Raimon Kidou, because Taikoku Kidou will do everything in his power to make sure that he will beat his obsession in soccer and that their soccer cub gets forcefully disbanded after they lost to his team so that he could start to mess with their minds and get them to try and go to Taikoku so that they could join the soccer club there.

He will insult his obsession and really gets into their mind, saying that while they are weak now they could become more powerful and a force of nature if they just go ahead and join Teikoku and its soccer team, of course he does not mention that he wants them to join the team just so that he could keep an extra eye on them and figure out his feelings and his need for his obsessions approval and admiration.

Now Raimon Kidou will go about it in a more strategic yet friendlier way, by befriending their friends and trying to compliment their skills after a match. Stating ways they could improve if they were to join Raimon but also if they don’t want to that he would not force them. He does give them his contact info so that he could keep tabs on them and later down the line install trackers and spy apps through the messages on his obsessions phone so that he will be able to know more about his obsession without having to be glued at their side 24/7

Gouenji:

He does not know what to do with the information that he has fallen for a rival but soon comes to term with it, trying to seek them out to get contact information, stating that he wants to do a 1 v 1 because he is interested in their skills (and them as well, but he won’t outright state it.)

He does often do things with his obsession stating them to be for another purpose while he is actually just using it to be around them and learn more about them without having to stalk them and hide in the shadows.

He will also try to get them to leave their club and join his instead, but he is someone who will accept a no and move on, or at least that is what he makes it seem like, as he will sometimes just mention something that happened at the club that is positive or light-hearted and never mentions it if something negative has happened as he wants his obsession to only have a positive view of Raimon.

Aphrodi:

Zeus Aphrodi will do everything in his power to get his obsession to quit playing soccer in their own team and to join the team of gods, stating how pitiful they are currently due to them being a mere mortal but how joining a team of gods will make them more powerful and is only beneficial towards them.

He cannot accept that he has a weakness that is not directly tied to his team so they better listen to him and join his soccer team already, it is really not that hard of a decision.

Raimon Aphrodi will be more gentle with his approach to convince/manipulate his obsession into becoming an ally instead of a rival, he does so by hanging out with them, buying them small gifts that he thought they might like etc. Anything he can do in order to convince his obsession to join Raimon or at least support the team in any way they can, he will do it.

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wri0thesley · 2 years ago

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Ok ok I love the concept of virgin alhaitham but imagine - alhaitham who has never properly been in love before. Perhaps throughout his life he has brief crushes on people, but nothing like what he feels for you. He is aware of the concept of love, course. his pragmatic brain just narrows his attraction to you down as a chemical reaction at first. He deduces that if he keeps his distance away from you, this new state of mind of will come to pass.

Yet as the days go on and on, the thought of you refuses to leave him. He has done his best to keep his distance and to return to his carefree life before you came along. He has never felt this way before. Everything he does is an effort to make some sort of impression, just in case he bumps into you that day and you’ll see him in a positive light. No matter what Alhaitham does, you are always at the back of his mind.

He thinks about your intoxicating scent as you pass by. He thinks about how you always give him such a gentle and innocent smile whenever the two of you are around each-other. If he closes his eyes, it is you that he sees.

It turns into an obsession at one point. Alhaitham is beginning to notice the curve of your body. Your scent is starting to trigger something different within him. His curiosity is getting to his head, and it drives him mad just imagining what your soft, plump body would feel like if his hands were to caress it.

And it gets to a point where truly, no one else should have the privilege of that experience but him.

oh . . . confused alhaitham who is like, obviously i understand the concept of love but why would that happen to me? my attraction and desire to be near this person is simply chemical. i can sort this out myself; just stay away for a while! only for it to backfire quite spectacularly on him until he is pining and he cannot think about a single other thing . . . just your soft body, the warmth of you when you smile at him and how it would feel if he were to bring you against him, the way your hips sway temptingly from side to side as if you are giving him a subtle sign that you want him too. sigh <3

and i think you're right in that this first time experience would very likely drive him to obsession and yandere tendencies; now it's clear it's not going away, the right thing to do is naturally . . . bring you to him, and make you realise that you want to be with him too. if you cannot beat them, join them, as they say - and alhaitham sees no reason why you would refuse him, when he is handsome and wealthy and comfortable and you seem to like him fine . . .

#nat.txt #feeble muscular scholar falls for soft cutiepie more at eleven #not sfw text #yandere for ts #genshin impact posting #chubby reader posting

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dtaegis · 3 months ago

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i make this post like yearly but once again HOW could you expect me to grow normally i was a servant of evil adolescence and alice human sacrifices at the tender ages of 8 and 9

#AND i learned about yandere simulator at ELEVEN YEARS OLD.#if anything i'm normaler than i should've become

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ericshoney · 9 months ago

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Thrill Ride ~ Chapter eleven

The next morning, Lottie woke to see she was in her room. She felt a slight headache and rubbed her eyes, sitting up, trying to remember what happened. Her mind was blank for a moment, until it all came flooding back. Her cheeks heated up at the thought and the slight pain between her legs also reminded her.

Lottie got up, slipping a t-shirt over her panties, she looked at it and thought it must have belonged to one of the guys due to the large size on her smaller frame. She walked out of her bedroom and slowly down the hall. She saw many of the doors closed and could hear some light snoring from a few of the rooms, indicating the guys were still sleeping. Lottie was about to go downstairs, when she saw one door open wide and Sangyeon inside walking around. She tiptoed over and her heart swelled upon seeing the room. The room that belongs to her brother.

"S..Sangyeon." She called softly, walking into the room.

"Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling this morning?" He asked gently.

"I...um okay a bit of pain but nothing much." She answered, looking around.

"That's good." Sangyeon replied.

Lottie nodded and then noticed a photo of Jax on the desk. She went to walk over, when Sangyeon blocked her, giving her a sweet smile.

"You should grab a drink and head back to bed." He suggested.

"What's that?" She asked, pointing at the desk.

"Nothing." Sangyeon shortly answered.

"Why are you in here?" She then asked.

"I keep it tidy." He said.

Lottie looked up at the male, something didn't feel right, but she couldn't figure out what it was. The two were frozen for a moment, until Sangyeon guided Lottie out of the bedroom.

"Go get a drink, darling and go back to bed. You also look great in my t-shirt." He said, giving her a wink.

Lottie nodded quietly and slowly walked out. Just as the two went to leave, Lottie dashed back into the bedroom and locked the door behind her, leaving Sangyeon to bang on the door from the hall.

"Real funny baby, now open the door for me and you won't get punished." Sangyeon called with a chuckle.

Lottie looked around and saw a set of drawers by the door, pushing them to block the door. Sangyeon kept banging on the door, his voice getting louder.

"Come on babygirl don't make this hard on yourself!" He shouted.

Lottie felt her heart beating quickly, the drugs slowly wearing off for the night. The adrenaline over taking. She could hear some more voices, knowing that the others were awake now. She went straight over to the desk, where the photo of Jax was. It confused her why her brother would have a photo of himself in his own room.

More bangs on the door, made Lottie search quicker. She then felt her heart drop. Holding some paperwork with her brother's details on, she couldn't believe what she was seeing. It wasn't true was it?

The door was then kicked in with the guys force and the set of drawers moved out the way, the eleven males slightly shocked to see Lottie crying as she sat on the bed, half expected her to have escaped through the window.

"Sweetheart." Sangyeon softly called as the group surrounded her.

"It can't be true. Tell me it's not true." She said, holding the papers tight.

"Oh sweetie." Changmin cooed as she sat next to her.

"Tell me it's not true! Tell me my brother isn't dead!" Lottie shouted.

"Calm down, princess." Younghoon whispered, rubbing her back.

Lottie's tears dripped down her face and onto the papers. The official papers that Sangyeon received once Jax had died.

"Let's get you back to bed sweetie, someone grab her a drink." Chanhee said, picking the fragile girl up.

Lottie couldn't fight, too upset to think, crying into the male's shoulder. Chanhee smiled happily as she didn't fight his hold, but was concerned about how the truth would affect Lottie.

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origamancy · 1 year ago

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Cringetober day 11: Yandere

I like how this turned out despite the spotty background coloring. Love it when girls do the murder.

#cringetober #cringetober 2023 #cringetober day 11 #cringetober day eleven #toga himiko #himiko toga #tw blood #ori art #yandere

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storebranddisaster · 1 year ago

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Day 11 done ^^ I did cringetober's prompt "yandere" today.

Honestly I feel like my drawing process is going faster since starting inktober. Like usually I'm very slow drawing wise but I've gone from it taking 4hrs each day to like 2 to 3hrs. Idk if its a skill thing or if I'm getting more confident in drawing but its a cool thing to notice either way.

#art #artists on tumblr #inktober art #inktober day 11 #inktober day eleven #inktober #my comic #aishiteiru #comic #yanderecore #yancore #yandere #cringetober day 11 #cringetober day eleven #cringetober 2023 #cringetober

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reareaotaku · 7 months ago

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Hi, can you make a headcanon of Jane Hopper 'Eleven' x female reader when she's jealous? 💓💓💓 Since it sounds kind of nice

Deadass she is the jealous type

She gets extremely jealous

She doesn't understand why you need other friends

She's very clingy as well

Needs to be around you all the time. Practically attached at your hip. She can't go long without being near you

Can get violent if she doesn't get her way

She's your girlfriend, so you don't need others

She doesn't always understand social cues or relationships, but she doesn't care. Why would she need any of that when she has you

Will use her powers to hurt whoever was making her jealous

She literally does anything for you, so why can't you give her this perfect love?

Paranoid that she'll lose you

Very protective over you. She has an ownership over you. Your hers- You can't leave her. Your hers!

What do you mean you want space? A Break?? What's a break??

#stranger things #stranger things x reader #yandere stranger things #yandere horror #yandere supernatural #yandere x reader #eleven x reader #yandere eleven #jane hopper #jane hopper x reader

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kingofthelizardpeople · 2 years ago

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Yandere Eleven?

Y/N is playing arcade games with Max, when their nose suddenly starts to bleed

Y/N notices this and leaves Max, exiting the Arcade, just to be greeted by their girlfriend

Jane: WHAT were you doing?

Y/N: We were just playing. We're friends.

Jane glares at Y/N using her powers at them, making their nose bleed once again

Jane: You are mine. If you forget that, I'll crush your mind.

Y/N gulps as Jane throws her arms around their neck, holding them tight

#yandere #x reader #yandere eleven x reader #yandere eleven

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froms8nsashes · 1 year ago

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Death

It was just another day at school. Another casual day at school.

Taurtis, Grian, Ridley, and Sam sat in health class together. Taurtis was sitting and idly taking notes, or just doing something in his notebook that was taking all his focus. Ridley wasn't even paying attention to Doctor-Nurse MD, she was far too busy throwing small pieces of paper she had rolled into balls at Sam. Giggling like a middle schooler every time she smacked one against the side of his head. He was trying his hardest to pay attention but whatever the teacher was saying was complete nonsense.

"Ridley! I'd like you to demonstrate!" All eyes were suddenly on her and she paused in the middle of throwing yet another paper ball at Sam.

"Me?"

"Yes, you." Doctor-Nurse nodded.

She hesitantly got up from her desk and walked to the front of the classroom. He almost never called on her for things, usually he only ever called on Taurtis for some reason.

"Ridley and I are going to demonstrate what to say when someone cat calls you."

"Excuse me what- " Ridley whipped her head in her teachers direction. "I don't think I should be demonstrating this with you, wouldn't it make more sense for another student to- "

Suddenly Doctor-Nurse wolf whistled and she jumped. Her tail had puffed up and she was staring wide eyed. It got increasingly uncomfortable with everyone's eyes on her.

"Hey, you think you could give me a little smile?"

Her entire body tensed. Her face burned scarlet and she crossed her arms over her chest. A deep frown creasing her face.

"Come on, I think you'd look prettier with a smile."

Sam wasn't slouching anymore. He was paying very close attention to what was happening. That was the girl he liked after all. Everyone in class could see how uncomfortable she was. Grian had risen his hand but Doctor-Nurse paid him no mind, continuing with whatever weird demonstration he had planned. For a second he wanted to pull the knife out but if others saw him with it then he would definitely be sent to Senor Loro's office.

As soon as Doctor-Nurse got closer she'd kicked him in the nuts as a defense mechanism. His knees buckled and he fell to floor with a high pitched whine. "Go to- Senor Loro's office... Immediately."

"Good, I get to tell him how much of a creep you are." She scoffed at the teacher on the ground.

Sam had picked up her bag and his own, following her out of the classroom. Muttering and grumbling she shoved her hands in the pockets of the dress pants she was wearing. The frown was replaced by a scowl as she stomped all the way to the principles office.

Isn't even my fault... Asshat..."

"You left your bag!" Sam had caught up to her, matching her walking speed pretty quickly.

"Oh, thanks." She threw her bag over her shoulder. The unpleasant expression was replaced with a more neutral one.

"I didn't think he was going to do that."

"Yeah, me neither. Now I have to plead with my dad's best friend about how he's been super creepy and weird."

"I know someone who could get rid of him."

"I don't... Okay, maybe I would like that but- I can't just ask someone to kill a teacher!"

"You wouldn't have to ask, I would."

(tw: gore)

Ridley came running when she heard a scream from one of the classrooms. She flung the door open and looked around frantically. There, lying in the middle of the classroom was Doctor-Nurse MD with his stomach ripped out. The smell of blood hung stale in the air. Dropping her bag and stumbled back she hit the blackboard. Something stick clung to her hair and she turned on her heel.

Why don't you smile?

Written in fresh blood. The words were dripping down onto the floor. Her reaction was pretty slow. Until she finally took in the scene in front of her did she scream too. Falling to her knees and covering her face with her hands. The smell clung to her clothes and she started to sob.

Just yesterday everything was fine. Yeah, he was a shitty teacher but it didn't warrant this. He didn't know the subject he was teaching but he didn't need to be killed! Splayed out for his students to find. Grian and Taurtis burst into the room after Ridley screamed and both stopped short when they saw their teacher. Taurtis noticed Ridley kneeling on the ground and knelt next to her, reassuring her in a hushed voice.

She couldn't pretend this just rolled off her back. She leaned into her brother and continued to sob. Sam finally showed up in the room. Taurtis had turned around and just barely noticed the wink his friend had given him.

"Oh my god! We should get a teacher!" He certainly knew how to act like he was panicking.

"I- I'll go get a teacher, no one touch anything." Grian got up from the floor and rushed off.

Sam took his place where Grian was kneeling with Taurtis and Ridley, he put a gentle hand on her shoulder. When she looked up she noticed this madman grin that stretched across his face and how he just stared at her. She felt too overwhelmed to process just what was going on and her tears started up once more.

"Who- Sam, who would do this? He- He was just our innocent teacher!" She sobbed into his shoulder.

Taurtis gave Sam a look, shaking his head, disappointed.

#yangust in october #yangust 2023 #yhs #yandere high school #yhs sam #samgladiator #yhs samgladiator #yhs taurtis #yhs grian #prompt 11 #day eleven

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