#yandere hater x reader

[suiana]

(yandere! viewers and yandere! hater x gn! streamer reader)

ynsfuturehusband: yn wat ur favourtie song gnre

ynsfuturehusband: do u lik nightcore

"haha, yeah i do. in fact, i had a nightcore phase once. it was nice and really nostalgic to think about because how was rockefeller street nightcore version published ten years ago?"

you answer the question from your viewer called "ynsfuturehusband" with a smile. wow, this was one of the rare times your fans were asking you about things related to your life and interests rather than trying to be absolutely weird or freaky!

ynslefttoe: yn this is ur 69th stream you know what this means it means tha

ynsrighttoe: ass reveal now

handsomesquidward: pisses all over you

hvynjin (MOD): gentlemen please calm down. we are not peeing or defecating on y/n. learn some manners.

...you jinxed it.

ynsBIGGESThater: lmao imagine liking sped up versions of songs... loser

you DOUBLE jinxed it.

not only did your biggest hate send a comment, they also insulted nightcore?? how dare he. how absolutely vile and disgusting.

you clench your fists, eyes narrowing at the stream as you pause your resident evil 4 remake gameply. this was sacrilegious, to the extent where you had to pause your leon s. kennedy ass admiration session! that's how blasphemous his statement was!

"okay chat, first of all, it's NOT called sped up or tiktok version. it's called NIGHTCORE and you put a picture of an anime girl on the thumbnail."

breathing out an irritated sigh, you could only watch as your chat goes quiet. even the usual simp comments were temporarily paused!

"also, it's not slowed down version. it's DAYCORE."

damn, you were so proud of yourself for that. teaching these normies-

hotnrichfridgedoordaddy has just donated $420!

hotnrichfridgedoordaddy: sweetheart would you mind cosplaying as a maid please? tell me if you need more money.

...

well 420 dollars is 420 dollars.

it's time to put on the maid costume!

[fangdokja]

Capitalism By Day, Cock Worship By Night

♡ Yandere! Stardom x Fem. Reader. Fanboy, Producer, Rival, Hater

♡ Word Count. 1,910

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is a respected CEO by day and an unhinged hyperanalysis Tumblr user by night. The duality of man.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is the CEO of a multimillion-dollar company but still makes burner accounts to argue with 13-year-olds on Reddit about your character motivations. Who has an Excel spreadsheet tracking your entire career, from your first role as "background corpse #3" to your latest award-winning performance. Who spends his free time doing deep-dive analyses of your acting techniques but no one, not even his closest subordinates, knows he’s the one writing unhinged 900k-word fanfics about you.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who has carefully curated his public image, who is stoic, charismatic, and feared in the corporate world. But the second he logs in, he’s deep-diving into the lore of you, dissecting every performance, every interview, every offhand comment you’ve ever made with the precision of a man trying to decipher the Dead Sea Scrolls.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who writes degenerate, filthy, pornographic fanfiction about you—so detailed, so accurate, that it makes even your most deranged fans question reality. Who has crafted a smut masterpiece so depraved, so accurate, that even you would have to double-check your NDA contracts to make sure he didn't bug your dressing room. It’s so well-written it climbs to the top of AO3 and Tumblr overnight, leaving millions thirsting over a version of you that only he could have written.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who wrote it with the precision of a surgeon and the passion of a man on death row seeing the light. It is filth. Absolute smut with no plot. Unapologetic. A symphony of depravity. And every single word? Perfectly in-character. Because if anyone knows how you would sound moaning, it's him.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who releases the sequel and watches with malicious glee as the internet collectively loses its mind. Who makes it filthier, darker, and even more in-depth—layering psychological tension so thick that even your most hardened fans start questioning their morals. Who thrives on the idea that, somewhere out there, your closest colleagues are reading this and suffering.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who did it because none of these incompetent writers could capture your essence properly. They all wrote you like some generic anime character, not the complex, fascinating enigma you are. He had to do it himself. He had no choice.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who didn't mean for his fanfiction to go viral. He was just frustrated. You kept rejecting interviews, dodging meet-and-greets, refusing to acknowledge his existence beyond a stiff handshake and polite nod. So he did what any normal, well-adjusted person would do: he wrote about you getting railed. And naturally, the internet devoured it.

———

♡ Yandere! Producer who accidentally clicks on the link because some dumbass intern thought it was a business report.

♡ Yandere! Producer who stares at the screen, unblinking, unmoving, as the words "throbbing" and "whimpering" and "pressed against the wall like a starved animal" flash before his eyes. Who is suddenly regretting ever learning how to read.

♡ Yandere! Producer who doesn’t read fanfiction. Because he has a job, unlike these losers. But somehow, this abomination of a fic lands on his desk.

♡ Yandere! Producer who is about to ruin some lives because how dare someone write some filthy, degenerate, absolutely heinous material about his star. His investment. His prodigy. His—

…

♡ Yandere! Producer who is silent. Very silent.

♡ Yandere! Producer who has his phone way too close to his face now.

♡ Yandere! Producer who realizes…

“...Shit. This is actually way too accurate.”

♡ Yandere! Producer who tries to pretend he doesn’t know about it. Who tells himself he won’t read more, that he has more important things to do—but somehow ends up scrolling through it at 3 AM, gripping his tablet with white knuckles. Who gets to the most depraved part and damn near drops his cigarette in shock. Who refuses to look you in the eye for a week because now, every time you speak, all he can hear is the absolutely unhinged dialogue from the fanfic.

♡ Yandere! Producer knows you. Has known you since you were a brat barely able to hold your own scripts. He made you. Every talent you have? Honed by him. Every time you tried to half-ass a scene? Whipped into perfection by him. And yet, somehow—somehow—this unknown fucker has written a version of you so accurate, so filthy, so real, that even he is forced to question whether you’ve been sneaking around behind his back.

♡ Yandere! Producer who stares at the screen with the cold sweat of a man who just found out his daughter is a Camgirl.

His fingers tighten around his phone, veins popping.

“What the fuck is this shit?”

He knows how you move, how you breathe, how you react. But this? The way the author describes the way your body responds, your micro-expressions, the way your breath hitches at certain touches— this is not something just anyone can guess.

For the first time in his life, he feels true, genuine jealousy.

“…The fuck kinda research did this bastard do?”

♡ Yandere! Producer who takes off his glasses, pinches the bridge of his nose, and lets out the longest sigh of his career.

♡ Yandere! Producer who types a single text message to you:

“Explain this shit.”

You: “???????”

———

♡ Yandere! Rival who hates your guts, who would piss on your grave if given the chance.

♡ Yandere! Rival who was barely recovering from the first fic and now has to deal with a second, even more deranged installment. Who reads it out of morbid curiosity and ends up seething because no one should know you this well. Who stares at the screen in disbelief, fingers twitching, contemplating whether to track down the author and demand answers. Who now feels the unsettling urge to confirm for himself whether you are really that way in private—because if not, then WHO THE HELL DID THE AUTHOR BASE THIS ON?

♡ Yandere! Rival who now has his soul leave his body because he just read about you doing things he cannot unread.

♡ Yandere! Rival who is rethinking his entire life because—

“Why the fuck is this hot?”

♡ Yandere! Rival who is now staring at his screen like: 👁️👄👁️

♡ Yandere! Rival who is aggressively scrolling like, “Yeah, this is disgusting. This is so fucking filthy. This is—”

…

scrolls back up to reread a part

…

“Who the fuck wrote this?”

♡ Yandere! Rival who has always known you. That’s the curse of childhood friends turned enemies. He knows when you’re lying, knows what makes you tick. And that’s exactly why when he stumbles upon the sequel—because it’s viral as hell, he’d have to be blind not to see it— his entire body goes cold.

Because this isn’t some vague, generic smut.

This isn’t some horny Tumblr teen’s fantasy.

This is knowledge.

Knowledge that only someone who has touched you— truly, deeply, intimately— could possibly write.

He wants to deny it. Wants to brush it off, mock the poor bastard who wasted their time writing degenerate, nasty, shamelessly detailed filth about you.

But then he reads a line—just one—and his blood runs hot.

Because the way the author describes the exact way your voice breaks—

That’s real.

No one else knows that but him.

♡ Yandere! Rival who now thinks you have a secret boyfriend. Or worse—

You’re in love with someone else.

———

♡ Yandere! Hater who gets links to the fics by some rando trying to piss him off.

♡ Yandere! Hater who is already typing out a snarky message in his head like, “Lmao bet this is another shitty self-insert where—”

…

♡ Yandere! Hater who stops breathing.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has read the first three paragraphs and realizes this isn’t some generic garbage.

This is cinema.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has to pause multiple times because what the fuck is this? Because why is it turning him on?

♡ Yandere! Hater who initially refuses to read the sequel but breaks down after getting multiple DMs from people asking for his "thoughts." Who clicks on the link and proceeds to spiral into a full-blown identity crisis. Who gets irrationally angry because, AGAIN, WHY IS IT SO GOOD? Who starts analyzing the prose structure like it’s a fucking literature thesis, trying to convince himself that he’s critiquing it academically and not... enjoying it.

♡ Yandere! Hater who prides himself on being your biggest critic.

It’s fun for him. Picking apart your performances, your interviews, every public appearance you make—mocking your choices, your expressions, your fanbase. But the sequel? The fucking sequel?

It’s pissing him off.

Because who the hell wrote this?

The first one was bad enough—too well-written, too detailed, too real—but this? This is worse. This is so intimate, so obscenely visceral, that he finds himself clenching his jaw, gripping his phone tighter than necessary.

“Bullshit,” he mutters under his breath.

There’s no way someone else knows you this well.

There’s no fucking way someone has been close enough to you, touched you enough, kissed you enough, fucked you enough to be able to describe you like this.

And that thought alone—the idea that someone else might have you—

He grits his teeth. His eye twitches.

For the first time, he can’t critique.

For the first time, he’s just angry.

♡ Yandere! Hater who then proceeds to read all 20,000 words in one sitting, face getting progressively darker with each passing paragraph. Who realizes, with great horror, that he’s actually getting jealous.

♡ Yandere! Hater who slams his laptop shut, stands up, and immediately walks out of his apartment because this is not okay. Who needs to go touch grass. Who is now wondering if he should start writing his own version—

No.

No.

This cannot be happening.

♡ Yandere! Hater who eventually messages you:

“You got a ghostwriter or some shit? Because whoever wrote this knows you in ways that shouldn’t be possible.”

You: “Excuse me????”

———

Whereas, ♡ Yandere! Fanboy is watching.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who sits in his private office, sipping imported tea, refreshed and satisfied, knowing that his work has shaken the world.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who checks the AO3 stats. Sequel already at 100k hits. Comments pouring in. Tumblr discourse ignited.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who smirks as he reads their reactions because he expected all of this.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who already has the third installment in the drafts.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who is only getting started.

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[gemjewlerybox]

tadaaaaa its @l0s3rd0wnt0wn weird black reader insert (left) my interpretation and mine magical girl reader (right) because all black reader inserts are friends in my eyes

WBreader reminds me alot of MGreader before becoming a certified crashout, which puts her off alot cause she hated her younger self for becoming a magical girl.

So after some much needed therapy, goofy forced proxmity (MGreader being kidnapped for the nth time by the bats) lore that i dont want to explain why cant everyone just telepathically read my mind to know the story. She grows to understand that WBreader is literally a child that depraved of needed attention and just like....takes her....when she escapes.......

And heres a sketch that I did this one of them that I kinda dont like anymore but i spent way too much time on it I just love black reader inserts

Anyways lets seeeeeeeeee if I write now probs nawt

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

what about an idea with yan hater where he actually sees reader in real life and tries to get her alone

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

Female reader

WARNINGS: Attempted Kidnapping; Violence.

AN: Took me so long to write this, so I'm truly sorry! Also not very satisfied with how it came out, but anways, hope you guys like it 🤗

Please, comment and reblog 😊

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He watches you with a strange powerful emotion growling in his chest, following each movement you make with obsessive attention, like a hawk. 

He’s been watching you for the past 10 minutes and he still can’t look away from your figure. The music is obnoxious and way too loud for him to actually hear what you’re gossiping with one of your girl friends, but that’s not as important as the fact that you’re here.

You’re actually here. 

In bones and flesh. Dressed in a short dress with pointy high heels finishing your look for the night. 

Earlier he had been tipped off from a reliable source about your plans to visit a popular night club and the rumor had been proven right. 

You are here. And you’re not exactly what he was expecting. 

He’s confused with himself, the turmoil of emotions that fight inside him as he glares at you. 

You’re prettier than he expected. Pretty. Pretty. Pretty. 

He can’t stop looking at you, even if it’s making him look like a psycho, half-hidden in a well situated corner with a clear path to stare at you. He doesn’t care. 

But he does care about the bulky bodyguard that stands in your proximity, keeping an close eye to everyone that comes near you. No way he can fight that dude off.

No way he can get to you, to touch you if that huge bastard is around you. Fuck. 

It pisses him off. Why would you bring a bodyguard to a club? Bitch, you really must think you’re that special to need protection. What the hell do you think is gonna happen to you - get kidnapped? 

Pfff, yeah, whatever. 

He spends a few more minutes staring at you, mind racing through so many ideas and plans on how to get you alone. He needs to get you alone. 

To his surprise, you whisper something to your bodyguard and hand him your car keys. The man nods, scrutinizing your surroundings with a stern careful look one last time before leaving. 

He must be going to get the car ready for you. 

This is his chance. It’s now or never. 

Walking to you is complicated enough, and his patience runs on thin ice as he furiously pushes through the mass of dancing bodies but at last, he makes it to you. 

Finally. Fucking finally. 

You don’t notice him as he nears you, and he feels strange at such proximity. He’s so close that he can see the screen of your phone as you text someone, he can see the pores of your skin at the flashing dark lights of the club. 

His heart races wildly.  

“Hey, what’s up?” he’s nonchalant about it, forcing out a nice smile that instantly slips down as soon as  you give him a weird look. 

Barely sparing him a judgmental glance before you return your full attention back to the phone. It makes his blood boil. 

How fucking dare you? 

Ignoring him like that, as if he’s a disgusting insect that has gotten under your pretty heels. 

You know what, fuck you. 

He tried being nice, right? But bitches like you never change. 

You leave in less than five minutes, muttering slightly drunk goodbyes to your friends before you exit the club. 

He follows you as discreetly as he can, even if the bouncer gives him an odd look as he leaves. 

You wait for the car next to the practically empty road a few blocks away from the night club, face lightening up by the phone screen and he smiles at that.

Could you really be dumb enough to stand there, all by yourself, dressed in a slutty dress and expect nothing happens to you? 

He charges at you like a predator. 

The blood-curdling screech that comes out of your glossy lips the moment he grabs your arm is strangely  satisfying. It makes his insides twist into a happy dance. He likes it, maybe a bit too much.

Pulling you towards him proves to be a harder task than what he expected, and even though you cry and scream in complete panic, you dig your heels into the ground and do your best to scratch his hand away from you. 

He loses his patience quickly after that, hauling you by the hair with a savage yank. You fall on your knees as your heel breaks and he feels sweet victory coming his way at seeing you with smudged make-up ruining your face, all teary-eyed and deplorable. 

And just as he’s about to savor his victory by hauling your pathetic ass to his car’s trunk, your stupid bodyguard appears, running towards you. 

Blazing anger runs through his veins, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

And despite all of his hard work, he leaves you behind as he runs away with a handfull of your hair in his hand.

But as he looks at you one last time, he vows that he'll come back. 

And next time, you won’t get away from him.

[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

fanboy!Noah x idol!MC

"My personal hater" visual novel AU in which Noah is your most loyal fan.

(art by me)

So imagine that you're a popular idol who got famous not so long ago. You've been working towards this goal of yours for quite a time before you were finally aknowleged by the masses. You're very grateful for that and now you're using this popularity by working even harder! You make music after music after clip after clip and so on...

Eventually you grow tired. It was a matter of time when this will happen and deep down you knew that will happen sooner or later... But it appeared in such a problematic time. Live concerts, shooting music videos for your released songs as well as recording new songs to keep the fans "well fed"... To say that you were fucked in the ass by work (metaphorically) would be an underestimation at this point.

Despite having a big crew of professionals from different fields managing a lot of the tasks for you - it's still not enough to make you breathe out with ease. You're always on the verge of crashing out and running away for good. Things have gotten so bad that you start to regret becoming an idol - the only dream job you once thought was right for you.

One day you go back home as usual from a long day of work. You enter an elevator with a person in it without even looking at who it was. You didn't give a fuck at this point. And of course you looked like a mess. Not that cheerful and cute bbg you pretend to be for your hungry fans.

It was plain oversized clothes, medical mask, greasy hair and a tired look you had. You were spacing out and ready to sleep in that damn elevator as usual.

What an irony that the guy who was obviously your fan - wasn't noticed by you. But he on the other hand - recognized you right away, even if you didn't look your best. However instead of talking to you, Noah just stood there dumbfounded. His idol, the one he supported from the very start was in the same elevator as him!!!

"HOLY SHIT!!! FUCK, IS IT REALLY MC?! OH MY GOOOODDD!!!"

He is legit your first fan ever. He supported you with evverything he could support you with. Words of encouragement, binge listening to all your songs on repeat. He was even creating new accounts for that reason alone, so the platform you're releasing your songs in will promote them to other people. He also donated you fat coins whenever you decided to stream and to talk to your fans. Noah was the first one to buy all of your merch and wearing it (if it was possible).

Basically he was and still is your one and only true fan. He doesn't mind being called a simp by his friends and close ones either. After all, your music saved his life when he was really depressed and was planning on committing suicide. You will always be his cute little angel whether you like it or not.

Back to the elevator scene though:

Noah's breath hitched and he couldn't look away from you. For the first time in his life he saw you in real life! AND IT WAS ALONE IN THE ELEVATOR WITH HIM! Not in the fan meeting like he thought it would happen too?!

"It has to be fate. We're meant for each other! I knew we will meet sooner or later MC~"

Although he was itching to just tap your shoulder, feeling a little bit of your body and ask for an autograph with selfie, but he behaved himself. Why? Because Noah knows where you live now. It would be wasteful, to throw the chance of pretending to meet you naturally just for these temporary things.

He will save these requests of his for later, when you will be deep into the relationship with him.

Thanks for reading my AU drabble of Noah fanboy! Bye!

[temmtamm]

more yan wander sir

pls I’m starving

Okay, so this ain’t gonna make a ton of sense but here’s a handful of Yandere Wander!!

I like to think he is very touchy feely—I mean, it’s a tad obvious but it definitely comes into play when you’re down in the dumps. He would find any way to touch you, whether it be patting your shoulder, playing with your hair, or just being near you. He usually tries to push the envelope until you’re close enough where he could just hold you and speak sweet words to you. He feels it’s the closest he can get to you when you’re vulnerable.

He is not a violent person at all and I recall saying that he would be very sassy and curt to your previous lovers or even romantic interests, but now I have another idea that may or may not be influenced by another show I’m watching.

He loves the challenge.

He feels excited and proud when he has competition or an old lover to show up and improve on. He feels guilty like all holy hell about it, but if you’re a villain, I could see him getting giddy at the idea of the choice, with you having to finally show you love him more. He’ll make SURE you love him more.

Hell, he might even go and hunt down your old exes just to become best friends with them. Any old friend of yours is a friend of his—Now say, what’d they say was your favorite gift again??

That too. Tons of gift giving.

Nothing expensive or grand since the guy doesn’t even have a house, let alone a job.

He’s more like a bird. He sees something shiny?? It reminds him of you. He’ll take it.

He would probably even take those tiny drink umbrellas from restaurants or whatnot when he’s with Syl just because it’s pretty enough.

I like to think if you’re a more stagnant person, he would brings back neat little knick-knacks back from other planets for you.

And songs. He sings LOTS of songs. Y’know, it’s cute the first time you get serenaded and have a song written about you—But after the fiftieth time you just want to throttle him!!

One last thing is I think he is absolutely a hopeless romantic, so like a soldier off to war, he keeps a picture of you in his hat when he is out on his trips, just so he can remember your face. Doesn’t matter if he took the picture without your knowledge, shhh—

That’s a fear he might have a lot. That he’ll forget what you look like.

He’s had plenty of friends come and go with how long he’s been alive. Sylvia wasn’t his first traveling buddy, and she might not be his last.

But…he can’t remember them all. He wants to, he tries his best, but after so many years of being alive he just can’t put a face to the name.

He doesn’t want that with you. You’re as thick as thieves, you’re family!!

So, every night before bed, he’ll look down at Sylvia’s face, remembering all the little wrinkles and scars on her face before gazing down at the picture he had of you. He sighs, hugs it tight and lays down to go to sleep.

[johnwickb1tsch]

THE DEVILS' TRIANGLE

A Yandere Tex Johnson x Fem!Reader x John Wick Fic

by: @johnwickb1tsch @treedaddymcpuffpuff @sweetwolfcupcake & @tammykelly

Imagine you're a hapless witness in a high profile FBI case against the mafia and hitmen John Wick and Tex Johnson are competing for the contract on you. After some forceful disagreement, they decide to team up to keep you for themselves...

⚠Warnings: So many dead doves! Do not eat! Unless you like dead doves, that is. You're in good company here. Violence, sexual content, blood, murder, kidnapping, possessive behavior, dubcon, yandere sh!t...it's all here! Please take care! 😘

CONTENTS:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 tbc...

based on this imagine...

[bunni-v1]

RIPPING MY HAIR OUT!!! Goldie childhood best friends to lovers Childe is the best flavor of Childe I won’t hear about anything else 🙏

Just imagine okay, for a moment, things are just the same as they were when you were so little. He’s still gentle and soft and kind, despite the fact that there’s something… off about him, he makes an effort to assure you with his actions nothing has changed. He’s still your sweet, overly affectionate Ajax you used to play in the snow until you both caught colds with.

Ofc there’s a hint of longing now that the two of you are back together again. You’d missed his natural warmth and the way he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He just missed you, plain and simple. Perhaps his affections for you started to border on… mmm… obsessive after his tumble into the abyss, but that isn’t readily apparent from one meeting.

Pretty much from the moment he arrives home to see you until you leave he is by your side. It’s clingy, of course, but you’re also feeling rather attached. Especially with how handsome he’s gotten, and with how important he is it’s hard to not want to be selfish of his time. The only hint you have that he’s not quite right is how aggressive he seems to get when others outside of your families talk to you.

The soft boy from your childhood would never use such sharp words against others, but Childe here would, and he does. A lot. He’s very possessive of your time and attention, especially since it’s pretty limited and he hasn’t had it in years. He feels the need to drink you in, every bit of you. And while I’m not saying anything happens I wouldn’t be surprised.

On a more genuine note, though, he’s very sweet still. I hate the idea that Childe is some kind of terrible partner. He’s possessive sure, and he’s always ready to beat the shit out of anyone who bothers you, but that’s as far as his aggression goes. He loves you, after all, he would never put you in harms way and shields you the same way he tries to shield his siblings from his misdeeds.

Childe needs you to love him the same way he loves you. He wants to preserve that memory of him as a sweet young boy in your mind as best as he can. He’s so very sweet and gentle and affectionate, always treating you like royalty and making you feel so loved. He sees you off at the port or wherever you leave from, promising to write you now that you’ve reconnected — and even promising to visit if he’s ever in your nation.

To his credit, you received a letter the week you arrived, attached to a small present. A friendship bracelet so that you could always have something on your person to think of him, he has a matching one he can’t wait to show you next time he can see you.

thinkin abt childe since im visiting my like entire family in poland bc yknow. big family vibes n snezhnaya being slavic-based (+its been snowing like crazy here the last couple days). like, childhood friends to lovers w him where u were absolute besties as kids but then u moved away from snezhnaya and he joined the fatui and ur visits never seemed to coincide with his and suddenly its been fifteen years and you haven't seen him once. he surprises his family when he's back early from a mission and walks in to find u at his kitchen table having coffee with his mother and sister (your families are friends, of course you always visit them when you're in the country), and it should be awkward but you're honestly both so happy to see each other, it's been so long that teucer wasn't even born yet last time you saw each other! and then they bring out the old albums and you're poring over photos of the two of you at age five playing in the snow and he invites you out for a drink to catch up properly and his parents are nudging each other and not-so-quietly whispering about how they "knew those two would get married one day". idk. is that anything?

[rxmye]

" 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 — For so long, he found art in his surroundings, nature was his muse . . who would've thought that he'd be able to find another muse, within you.

gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / obsessive / unhealthy themes / I guess the reader is his 'hater' / perfectionist yandere / kind of egotistic yandere / he has a praise kink frfr / maybe a bit self centered . . / kind of unedited / also might appeal to ppl with a savior complex

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: I feel like Lore takes up a good chunk of this fic, but enjoy . . also might be one of my longest fics . .

He was a calming presence, and a thoughtful friend to all he called his own. Elegance took a human form, in Xavier Wilson—A beautiful work of art indeed . . Born presenting a talent that could rival many others in the industry.

From a young age, Xavier presented himself as a man of the arts, often drawing out vivid tapestries of his dreams or memories. He would often lose himself in the pages of his notebook, scribbling away with intricate drawings and stories, his mind was his own magnum opus.

However—people was never his strong suit. It left a bitter taste in his mouth, surely if he was as magnificent as those around him expressed, he'd most certainly be able to recreate the portraits of those around him?—But no, none of his portraits could compare to his various other works.

As he got a bit older, his mother decided to enroll him in classes that could help expand his talents, which ranged from various music lessons, theater (didn't end well), art history—etc . . .

Xavier let out a breathy sigh, staring at the keys of the grand piano absentmindedly—his gloved fingers gently glide over the keys, tired would be the best way to describe him as of right now—his professor had left an hour ago, yet Xavier couldn't find it in himself to move.

Truth be told, Xavier wasn't a fan of music, he preferred quiet solitude—and though he had long since gotten used to the sound of the piano, violin, and any of the other ridiculous instruments his mother was so keen on getting him to play—he still preferred the silence over all.

Over the course of time, Xavier disinterest towards music dimmed—Alongside his distaste towards instruments . . He figured the reason he disliked it so much was due to his inability to play as perfectly as his professor . . Xavier was a perfectionist, and anything he couldn't perfect was simply 'wrong' in his eyes, and as he reached his teen years, he accepted that fact wholeheartedly.

Xavier stood still, as his mother fixed his tie for him—he could do it himself but he let her enjoy this moment, she always disliked watching her son 'grow up so fast'—"are you nervous?", she asked softly, gently holding his hands, smiling so brightly.

'Am I nervous?—' he thought, clearly not. He felt calm, neutral even. It was his first big show, yet internally he knew that things would end well for him, he could feel it. He's always been lucky, in fact his father's nickname for him as a child was quite literally 'Puer aureus' which translated to 'the golden boy' from Latin.

He clicked his tongue, a common habit of his—especially when he wasn't being exactly truthful—he paused for a moment as if to think, then he smiled at his mother, "Just a bit, but I'll be fine" he spoke calmly, gently squeezing her hand to reassure her. "Don't worry, I've prepared well for this . . Haven't I?"

Praise, he adored praise, and that day he received quite a lot of it—not just from his parents, or acquaintances . . .—but crowds of people. Honestly, it stroked his ego, quite a bit . .

By seventeen years of age, Xavier's talent was known worldwide, his rise to fame quite massive and fast . . He had to attend class, while also hosting live performances and art galleries. (such a struggle, really . . .)

University admissions were coming around, and most of his friends had chosen what schools they plan on applying to—what path they plan on going into—what school they hope to go to the most, the conversation was an eye opener and yet it all felt so bitter.

Xavier tapped his pen on the table, zoning out from the conversation his friends were having . . only to zone back in when Neva spoke, "—so Xavier, have you decided where you'll be applying too . . ? I'm sure you'll get in."

He clicked his tongue in response, closing his eyes absentmindedly as he spoke, "To be honest, not really . . probably something arts related?", Xavier was about to speak up again but stopped himself, starring down at the table, a sigh escaping his lips.

"That seems like a waste of money", he looked up, starring at Oliver with questioning eyes, and Oliver quickly explained himself, "Art school is great and all—But it won't really make much of a difference for you, in fact the rules could restrict your talent . . It could be better for you to just try something new? You're good in school a degree outside of your comfort zone may be something good for you!"

He hated that his friend was right, he hated being wrong. He prided himself for always knowing what was best for himself and his abilities, and in a spur of pettiness he found himself taking art anyway, trying to prove his friend wrong . . even though he was well aware his intentions were pure in all ways.

Xavier had done well in his courses so far, and with his fame, he was breezing through classes—and yet, when the topics of portraits came up . . he found all that floating out the window.

None of the models they had for class, felt right—none of the art he did, felt authentic . . felt like himself, when it came to art, Xavier took everyone to paradise, his art felt like peace . . his art was calm . . his music was soft, lulling almost . .

Yet now, as he stared at his canvas, covered in mixed harsh colours, a vibrant mess of paint, his brushes wrecked, paint dripping from the easel . . It felt like anything but calm.

And that's when he dropped out, a question to his perfection would wreck the fragile image of himself he had created in his mind, a man so perfect and lucky in his own right a humbling experience like that was to never see the light of day.

Xavier found himself turning to something different, just like Oliver suggested, his alternatives were selective, yet he kept many paths open, Photography, fashion, and business were his top picks and things he found himself surprisingly enjoying . . Surely if he could paint and create melodies of such wonders, then he can stitch some fabric together, solve a few equations, and take a few photo's here and there just fine . . right?

A few years had past, and Xavier was now running his very own Luxury fashion line, he still hosted art galleries here and there, and composed music on the side, but his business took up most of his time.

But on his free days he'd turn to photography, taking pictures of things he sought comfort in . . and people, he'd often take pictures of unsuspecting people, pretty ones . . people not so pretty as well, just to try and recreate the life they had on a canvas . . yet somehow always failing to do so.

The moment Xavier found himself close, he'd reach a dead end . . and that destroyed him, internally.

Over the years, he accepted the small flaws in his behavior, and tried his best to reform them, presenting himself as the perfect public figure. He did go to therapy in the past, but when things started rising up, he quit entirely.

Xavier laid back on his office chair, and scrolled through his recent posts comment section, and as expected almost all of it was praise . . some of envy, but that only fueled his ego more . . Until he found a comment that set him off, "His art is so melancholy, it feels a bit sad . . His previous works were brighter, like more happy but now it kind of feels sad . . Like the life in his work isn't there anymore."

Xavier stared at the comment dumbfounded, never had he received that kind of feedback . . portraits he drew were indeed lifeless, but his other art was always regarded as lively, and that was what he always strived for . . Curious, and in a fit of rage . . he clicked on the commenters profile, and saw you.

You, you . . You were what he was looking for, his muse. So, full of life . . He scrolled through your page, and couldn't help but feel the urge to draw you, and paint you . . and paint you he did. . Because soon his entire studio was filled with pieces inspired by you . . so full of 'life' . . .

Yet at some point, he had reached the end of your posts, and it just wasn't enough . . he needed you . . He wanted your feedback, he craved your praise . . like no other, he wanted input . . he wanted to know if his work was truly still lifeless . . he wanted you.

After all, a artist isn't complete without his muse.

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[l0s3rd0wnt0wn]

Platonic Yandere!Batfam x Weird black neglected!reader

You're a little bit weird—well, not just a little bit, but you're normal compared to your "family," those weirdos running around in masked costumes beating up the mentally ill. At least you have hobbies that don't endanger the public, like spending your time on the Internet spreading misinformation and having online arguments. You enjoy Discord calls with your friends and trolling Discord mods. It's just too fun! Plus, with the Batcomputer, you can dox almost anyone in the country. You spend most of your time in your room; there's no need for family bonding when you have your anime husbands to keep you happy. You're like an enigma in the house; you only appear when your stomach growls and when you need a proper meal that doesn't contain Dr. Pepper and spicy chips that might burn your insides. Your interests go from niche to unknown fandoms—so small that the author lets your self-insert become an actual character. Trickets and buttons from all types of fandoms decorate your bag like a museum. Thank God for Bruce Wayne's money; you wouldn't have half the merch you have now. But at school, you're also unknown—just the weird, geeky kids who hang out with other weird, geeky kids in your small circle of friends. You remember once you tried to invite Damian into the group because you knew he liked manga back when you were hopeful and naive. The little gremlin denied it and called them "childish." He literally reads shoujos, and this was the day you were going to introduce him to Cardcaptor Sakura—that little hater. But ever since then, you have kept your distance. Your brother Tim had the same interest; you tried to bond over My Hero, showing off a plush, only for him to tell you, "That show was mid," and it made you buckle to your knees. You tried to bond over books with Jason; he told you to read real books and that comics were for kids. You wanted to strangle his thick neck. Dick just didn't know anything about anything—he's too old. The girls just didn't care much. Barbara told you to grow up, and Stephanie gave you that. "Wow, that's really cool..." smile. You knew she didn't care, and Cass would rather train than hear you ramble about power ranger crossovers, but then again, how could you relate to them there superheros, And you're just one weirdo it makes you want to rip out your dreads and scream. You try so hard, but you're still an afterthought, just another body in the house and another mouth to feed. At least you can vent about it in your Discord servers or cry about while listening to vocaloid, maybe some Mitski for extra kick. But who were they anyway? You were way too cool for them, and they just don't understand your swagger. But maybe the people at the galas will appreciate your interests; then again, you'd rather not talk to old, rich, white people with laughs that cost 500,000 dollars and 20 cents.

[invincibledc]

Wonderboy!Reader works

“Which shirt fits me better?”

“I personally don’t care…”

“Why is your son dating my son?!”

“Why is our best friend hot…”

Sleepover

“Who ate my chips!”

“Stop that dumbass pout.”

“Halloween imagine”

“Trick or Threat”

“Cowboy”

“Buffet? More like buffed up”

“Buzz cut.”

“Mission accomplished”

Beach day imagine

Arcade play date

“Future pretty hero boy”

“Stop ogling at our boyfriend!”

“What? I couldn’t find my mirror.”

“You’re not Diana”

“I just think he’s cool.”

“Biting!”

“Pregnant meme”

“Hear me out”

“Distraction”

“I hate you.”

“Traitor”

“Timeskip in ages.”

“Minerals in water.”

“Work out!”

“Pinned down”

“The Prince”

Transmasc!wonderboy reader headcannons

Supersons meet Wonderboy

Pretty boy! Wonderboy headcannons

Pretty boy

“Ours” Yandere supersons

Swapped bodies

Hiding place

Pinned down 2

Drinking milk

Patience

Cooking for a chance

Shotgun!

“I think something is missing”

Gala haters

“Halloween hating”

Super Kisses

Tomboy vs pretty boy

Arm Wrestle

How the superboys sleep with Wonderboy!reader

“Do you think we’re together in another universe?” Superboys x Wonderboy!reader

Transmasc!wonder!reader w/ DCAMU superboy

Period scare w/jon (f!reader, ftm!reader)

Omega!wonderboy!reader imagine

[suiana]

(yandere! hater x gn! streamer reader) (oh yeah we're expanding the streamer verse) (i had this idea for a while now actually, expect another streamer reader post sometime in the future)

ynsBIGGESThater: you suck 🤬🤬🤬

hvynjin (MOD): how the hell do you keep coming back i literally banned you from the stream

handsomesquidward: mod get this nobody out of here he keeps disrupting my gooning sessions

guess you should introduce who this loser is huh... anyway! hi, your name is y/n and this right here is-

ynsBIGGESThater: stop making videos u r loser!!!!!

ynslefttoe: yn can u do my math homework for me

-your biggest hater apparently.

you don't even know where he popped up from. one day you were simply streaming with your weird ass fans. then suddenly BOOM, you got yourself your biggest hater. or whatever that means.

you've tried to ban him from your streams for being a nuisance. after all, he found the need to REALLY make himself known.

ynsBIGGESThater: all of u r losers!!! stop watching this streamer 🤬🤬🤬

ynsfuturehusband: yn i love u will u maryr a broek man

ynsrighttoe: did ur ass get bigger 🤤

ynsBIGGESThater has just donated $6.90!

the thing is, he always seems to come back and you don't even know why. doesn't he hate you? why is he even giving you money if he hates you? what is he doing fighting with others in the chat?

you swear if you didn't know any better you'd have thought he was your biggest fan instead. i mean, he gets your attention by not acting like everyone else. perhaps that was his end goal? #notlikeotherboys

"haha... thank you for the donation yns biggest hater. would you like to request anything?"

ynsBIGGESThater: yes, STOP streaming.

hvynjin (MOD): thats it youre getting banned

hvynjin (MOD) has banned ynsBIGGESThater!

well, you'll wager that you get about five minutes of peace before he comes barging back into your stream. in any case, you don't really hav epeace to begin with. not with your weird viewers-

hotnrichfridgedoordaddy: Mod do you have any more exclusive pictures of my lovely darling? I'm interested in buying some.

hvynjin (MOD): yes, check the feed💲

you still don't understand why your fans like you so much. you're literally just some person! yet they've committed crimes in your name??

stalking, violence...

you're sure that this is actually some sort of cult. and you don't want to know how much they worship you.

"haha, um, yns biggest hater has been banned so let's go back to the game-"

ynsBIGGESThater: i am eating GOOD food without YOU. bet you can't eat this AMAZING food.

hvynjin (MOD): GET OUT

[fangdokja]

A love letter: from a guy who’s watched every movie, probably knows your underwear size.

♡ Yandere! Stardom x Fem. Reader. Fanboy, Producer, Rival, Hater

♡ Word Count. 889

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who's a highly successful and respected CEO. He's young, attractive, disgustingly competent, and everyone kisses the ground he walks on. But deep down? He’s a terminally online fanboy who has spent an unhealthy amount of time overanalyzing every single role you've ever played.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who's in board meetings discussing billion-dollar acquisitions, yet his mind is occupied with that one interview where you casually mentioned your favorite brand of tea. He's definitely the type of person who has an entire Reddit archive dedicated to dissecting every subtle micro-expression you make.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who has been in the trenches of fandom wars over you. He's argued on forums, destroyed lesser mortals in Twitter debates, and singlehandedly written an unhinged 100k-word dissertation about your artistic choices. His assistant knows better than to bring up your name in his presence unless they want to hear a three-hour lecture about "symbolism" in your performances.

♡ Yandere! Fanboy who definitely has a burner account where he trashes your haters. The fact that he owns entire media conglomerates and could just buy out any publication that slanders you? Irrelevant. The thrill of obliterating someone in an online debate is far more satisfying. His employees whisper that he turns into an eldritch beast when someone misinterprets one of your characters.

♡ Yandere! Producer who has been in charge of your career since you were too young to know what a contract was. Who molded you into the perfect performer, ensuring that no matter what role you played, you would be the best in the industry. He's the reason you're the heir to an empire instead of some washed-up has-been.

♡ Yandere! Producer who's a ruthless perfectionist. If you even THINK about slacking off, he appears out of thin air to personally drag you back to work. You’ve never once seen him take a break. You’re not even sure if he sleeps. His entire existence revolves around making sure you're always at your peak.

♡ Yandere! Producer who definitely doesn't have romantic feelings for you. Absolutely not. That would be inappropriate. He’s just extremely invested in you. Extremely protective. Extremely willing to ruin anyone who dares to speak ill of you. But it’s not love. Nope. Not at all.

♡ Yandere! Producer who would rather perish than let you retire. You want to take a break? Go off the grid? Live like a normal person? Cute. Real cute. But no. Not happening. He’ll personally drag you back to set himself if he has to.

♡ Yandere! Rival who's your childhood best friend turned arch-nemesis. The two of you were supposed to rule the industry together. Instead, you betrayed him. You left him behind. You chose your career over him, and now he despises you. Except he doesn’t. He just wants to strangle you and kiss you at the same time.

♡ Yandere! Rival who is the only person who truly knows you. The deadpan, asocial, walking existential crisis that exists beneath all the roles you play? He’s seen it. He’s lived it. He’s watched you go from some awkward kid who just wanted to escape reality to the living legend you are today. And he hates it. He hates that you succeeded without him.

♡ Yandere! Rival who makes it his personal mission to ruin you. Not out of malice, of course. Just… intense, aggressive, deeply personal spite. He'll buy out companies just to sabotage your projects. He'll challenge you at every turn, making sure you never have a moment of peace. And if you ever show weakness? If you ever show even a hint of wanting to run away from all of this?

Yeah. No. He’s dragging you back himself.

♡ Yandere! Hater who is, objectively speaking, your most logical critic. He doesn’t simp. He doesn’t fanboy. He doesn’t give a shit about your popularity. He just thinks you’re a fraud.

♡ Yandere! Hater who has made an entire career out of analyzing and criticizing you. He's one of the few people who sees past all the personas, the roles, the carefully constructed images you create. And he calls you out for it constantly.

♡ Yandere! Hater who roasts you mercilessly. He sees through every act, every calculated move, every attempt you make to distance yourself from reality. He calls you a coward for never playing roles that hit too close to home. And you hate how much he’s right.

♡ Yandere! Hater who definitely doesn’t have feelings for you. Absolutely not. Just because he keeps tabs on all your projects? Just because he watches every single one of your performances with an almost obsessive level of scrutiny? Just because he memorized your entire career history down to the most obscure details?

Yeah, no. He just thinks you're a hack. That’s all.

And you?

You’re just here. Existing. Barely surviving the sheer insanity of these people. You grew up in an industry where everyone wears a mask, so you became the best at it. You play roles because it’s easier than being yourself. You disappear into characters, because facing reality is overrated.

You’re the dead-eyed, sleep-deprived, existential crisis-ridden heir to an entertainment empire, and somehow, you’ve collected an entire legion of obsessive psychos who can’t decide whether they want to ruin you, worship you, or lock you in a gilded cage.

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♡ Book 1. A Heart Devoured (AHD): A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Book 2. Forbidden Fruits (FF): Intimate Obsessions, Unhinged Desires.

♡ Book 3. World Ablaze (WA) : For You, I'd Burn the World.

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♡ Book 5. Ink & Insight (I&I): From Dead Dove to Daydreams.

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[rie-092]

HERO.

[ yandere! hero x demon king! reader ]

summary: it seems like the hero have already lost his mind.

yandere hero! who have always been the strongest human in the history. everyone in the empire idolized him and he have everything on the top of his hand. money, power and women. yet, he doesn't care about it.

yandere hero! who didn't like it whenever females try to touch him. sorry, but this dude have a trauma in the past when he got sexually assaulted back when he was a child by a maid. because of that, he became a complete woman hater and because of that, there was a rumor going around the empire that he was a gay.

yandere! hero who thinks that his only purpose in life was to defeat the demon king, you. because that is what the priest and the bishop ingrained onto his mind back when he was a child. that was the reason why his whole demeanour always change when you became the topic in a conversation.

he was honestly curious on what you look like. because the books describe you as a skeleton who was uglier than an ogre. but the demons whom he tortured for fun before always say that you were the most beautiful existence in the world.

yandere! hero who saw you for the first time and felt as if his world changed. you were beautiful, something that he didn't expected. and for some reason, you managed to awaken something inside him and he didn't know if it's a bad thing or a good one.

as a yandere, he was a delusional and a possessive one. after meeting you, this dude became a certified delulu.

like that one time when you sent one of your generals in a fight with him and his party. he was grinning all the time (which scared your troupe and his party) and was like—

“ the demon king sent you to me because the want to see me in action? ahhhh! they're so cute! very well! i'll give them what they want~”

you were honestly concerned about his mental health. and for the past thousand years and a hundred of heroes you killed in the past— this dude scared you the most.

and for some reasons, yandere! hero managed to infiltrate your castle. but did he kill you? no. did he kill anyone? no. because he knew that it will make you sad. instead, he always leave many gifts outside your room along with a message—

‘ you might be the demon king but you're the angel of my life (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ ’

seriously. is all humans nowadays are as creepy as him?

for some reasons, this guy made you want to stop the war against the humans so that he can leave you alone.

and that's what you did. but for some fucking reason. the next day, he let your generals catch him and his party. and now, you were on your throne— staring at the supposed to be cool and quiet hero who was looking at you with full of adoration that makes you shudder.

and yandere! hero didn't let this chance pass by. no, he won't let you run away from him. he was stronger than you and he was also strong enough to destroy this chains on his arms and ankles. but he will stay put, for now.

before you could even order your generals to send him and his party back to the empire. you heard something that made your jaw drop, as well as his party's, and your generals'.

“ marry me, ( name )! ”

whoah, whoah. he finally lost it.

where in the hell did you saw a hero like him marrying a demon king?

but you see, he doesn't care and he will not take a no as an answer.

before getting caught by your generals, this dude managed to make the saint (one of the members of his party) set up the crystal that purifies the dark mana (which is basically one of the things that is essential for you and your people) in the middle of your kingdom's capital.

and he, along with the saint was the only one who can control that crystal. so if he wanted, he can kill your people. and without any doubt, he won't be sorry about it.

now, you better choose carefully — your people or a marriage with him? time is ticking, ( name ). and he is slowly losing his patience.

“ i can be a good husband, promise! i'll give you anything you want! money, power, hell— i'll even burn the world for you. so choose me, okay? because i don't want to kill your people, ( name )~ ”

[unwashedunsatisfiedmeowmeow]

husband!Noah x reader (yandere-tsundere drabble)

Context: Noah is the yandere character from the visual novel "my personal hater" that you can play here.

Your husband!Noah - is very clingy even if he acts tough and cool about that. You just simply can't get rid of him the moment he decides to cling onto you which happens all the time. Don't get yourself fooled though! The whole time Noah squeezes the shit out of you in his casual hug, he will mumble some mean stuff about you while treating the crook of your neck as a comfy pillow.

"Who the fuck is watching hello kitty the anime at this day and age? How old are you? Ten?"

Your husband!Noah - would be the type to do all the providing and protecting stuff. AND on top of that he will do all the housework such as cooking, cleaning, running errands etc... You name it, and he probably done that chore couple hours ago!

Your husband!Noah - would basically make you feel left out from the "family duties" because he thinks doing everything in the house and outside of it all by himself will make him superior to you.

"How dare you interrupt me from doing my duties? Huh... Oh, you made me tea? *////* Thanks, i guess..." He would definetely not lick the handle of the cup the second you're not looking lol!

You are deadass husband!Noah's special interest. Always were and always will be. Is it unhealthy to be so obsessed with a human? Of course! Does Noah give a fuck about that? NO HE DOESN'T!!!

Your husband!Noah - will laugh at you for liking something, especially if the thing you got interested in is silly. But then the next day or two you'll notice new things (the ones that you were made fun of) appearing around the house randomly. If you ask Noah about that he would act like you're going crazy.

"What do you mean there is my melody pillow in your corner? Of course it's there! It was always like that! Why wouldn't it be?" *Bonus points if he will give you the trinket with the thing you're interested in out of the blue lol*

Your husband!Noah - is careful with everything that's important to you even if he always acts nonchalant. That includes your cat - Whiskey! He will take her to the vet and grooming appointments regularly if it's needed. Even if she hates him and makes it known at every opportunity, he will still treat Whiskey the best.

"I'm not even the cat person... Not when she scratches and hisses at me like that! You and Whiskey have something in common... Both are insanely cute~" *Continues playing with Whiskey using countless cat toys he bought just for her*

Your husband!Noah - is distressed everytime you go out of the house without him. Even thinking about other men looking and hitting at you despite the ring - makes his hair fall off if you're out long enough.

"So what if i always know your location? It's still unsafe and stupid of you to go out alone... You always need me by your side just in case something happens! How don't you understand that you dumbass?"

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There is no clear ending in which the main character ends up being with Noah willingly, so i made a little drabble specifically about that.

Anyway hope yall liked it. Bye!

[honeyblackberries]

there's always someone else

yandere(?) caleb x reader angst (w mentions of the other leads)

cw: caleb being consumed by his repressed feelings and as a result is kinda mean, hypocritical, entitled, and just generally a liar. he’s also such a hater and does slander the other guys. basically caleb's intrusive thoughts.

caleb wants to fly you to distant skies, far from anyone who knows you. he wants to hide you away, keep you in a place where not even the gentle breeze can kiss your skin.

please understand that this is all he can do to keep you safe.

for even though he always seemed big and strong in your childhood home. when it comes to the outside world, he is nothing but a mere man in the face of monsters. a mortal against demons disguised as the kindest most alluring of dreams. and yet here you are wholly unaware. ever the foolish little girl he’s always known. he has to wonder whether you’re just stupid or in denial to the threats that circle you. eagerly feeding the vultures who seek your affection for themselves.

it’s upsetting the way that coworker is so casually familiar with you. sharing books, eating together, napping in your apartment– caleb hates the way it all seems so natural for him to do, like you were once close lifetimes ago.

it’s irritating the way that artist clings to you, whining like a child when you don’t pay attention to him. caleb hates the way he touches your hand, his own lingering on your ring finger like he wishes something were there.

it’s concerning the way that criminal gifts you the most expensive of things, all paid for with blood money. caleb wants to rip you away from the arms of that killer. you should realise that men in power are the worst kind.

but most of all it’s aggravating the way that doctor looks at you, like he has the right to know you. caleb never liked him, a leach always hanging around when there was clearly no space for him between the two of you.

it drives him mad to think about the lies they feed you. it makes him sick to imagine what poison dipped terms of affection they call you.

nevertheless caleb will sit in silence. bite his tongue until it bleeds and hide the hands that itch to sink into your flesh. always left having to remind himself that they’re your friends who have done nothing wrong. that you are your own person. that he doesn’t need to be involved in every aspect of your life. 

but you must know that they can’t love you. they don’t love you. not like him. 

maybe that’s the worst part.