#yandere onshots

[thefiery-phoenix]

hello! can I request yandere! shoto todoroki with a reader who listens a lot to old songs (from 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1950s, and 1960s) and even wishing to slow dance this song with someone.

OMG, I've listened to it and old vintage songs really do hit different, they're so melodious to hear😊

All Shoto ever wanted was some love in life. He was reserved, emotionally shut off, cold and stoic till you came into his life and started making him feel things he couldn't control. At first he tried to push those feelings for you down, he didn't want to end up getting hurt again but seeing you smile and laugh with someone else just made him seethe in rage internally, his heart pained whenever he saw you with someone else, like someone was stabbing him with a dull blade tempting him to use his fire side for once to just burn that idiot who dared to take your attention away from him

He was growing obsessed with you, his thoughts revolving solely around you and what you could possibly be doing at every moment. He's slowly getting detached from the world and reality around him, sinking into a deluded fantasy of having you play the role of his loving little house spouse while he's the protector. He longs for a life filled with domestic bliss with you, he hates to even entertain the thought of you possibly marrying someone else other than him or being with someone else other than him. You both are destined to be with each other, why else would both of your paths cross?

He gets too consumed and lost in his dark and twisted thoughts of what he calls love for you, he started taking the liberty of even stalking the living daylights out of you, memorizing your habits. He's too far gone and consumed by how your life would be with him. He loves to admire your ethereal features when you're sleeping and immediately starts planning for taking you for himself and shielding you from his toxic and harsh cruel world, as he can't wait to have you in his arms. He's worried and confused to hear you screaming and upset when you woke up next to him the next morning as he gently shushed you and explained the situation to you in his usual monotone and stoic voice that you'd be living with him from now on. Of course it hurts him to see you sad but he feels slightly annoyed at you wanting to go back to your previous life, why would you need other people when you have him to love you and care for you and protect you?

To ease your boredom, he got you one of those old vintage radios you loved so much, information he found out thanks to his spying and stalking skills and his heart warmed with affection when he saw your face light up in joy and your beautiful smile that he'd fallen in love with was now back. You started listening to those olden vintage jazz songs these days with the radio be bought for you and he found you adorable when he saw you twirl and sway around to the beats of the song, like a graceful celestial dancer that descended from the heavens. Shoto developed the habit of listening to such songs with you as well, while holding you and caging you in his arms in a vice like grip so you wouldn't escape from his grasp

A few days ago he came across this one particular song called Put your head on my shoulder as he smiled softly to himself and watched you without your knowledge as usual while you swayed and danced to the tunes with a broomstick, unaware of his presence behind you. "My love, how about I show you how I can be a better dance partner than a mere broomstick?'' he asked in a soft voice, laced with affection and love for you as he held your hands in his and intertwined his fingers with yours as he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. He might look calm and composed on the outside, but inside, he felt like his heart was exploding, he couldn't believe this day had finally come when he'd be dancing with you to old vintage tunes like this in the kitchen, his dreams were finally coming true

He held your hand and twirled you around as the two of you moved together in synchrony and danced away to the symphony of melody from the radio. Shoto didn't want this moment to end, ever. He felt like the two of you were connected even more, he stared into the depths of your eyes and could feel his soul connected to yours, his heart already stolen by you. "I do not regret taking you for myself, my love...do not worry, we shall do this every night if this keeps you happy. I will do anything to maintain this life of ours...'' spoke Shoto as he lovingly caressed your cheek and brushed a few strands of hair that were falling on your face as his thumb found his way to your bottom lip. He didn't mind getting more blood on his hands than he already had, it was to keep you safe after all...what sort of husband would he be for you if he couldn't protect the one who resided in his heart?

[tht0nesimp]

Can I get a yandere Bruce x Fem reader that is hella smart? Maybe she can constantly break free from her restraints (in the case Bruce kidnapped her) and get out? Feel free to ignore.

TW: kidnapping, bone breaking, escape attempt, violence

"Stop!" bruce is frustrated, you had just started climbing the wall to a window! "i really hate hurting you! but you have to stop" you think about all the void,empty, threats he had made in the past about if you continued down this path

It was different this time. bruce had one of his baseball bats and some bandages in a corner of the room which had struck you as strange but maybe he had a game coming up and he wanted to be safe just incase he got injured

The real fear set in when the bat was in his hand when he entered the room. He sat with his legs stopping you from moving "brace yourself" it was the moment you had realized. Before the impact

Pain. red,hot,blaring, pain shot through your body starting from the bone of your knees "its for the best" bruce quickly began wrapping your legs in the thick bandage

"Ga-hh!" you felt the pressure of him pressing down on your knee suddenly "sorry, have to see the damage" bruce continues to lightly poke around your knee "its broken, not shattered though.." bruce sounds almost dissapointed

He arises and makes his way up the stairs

"good night, my little escape artist"

(ALT ENDING)

"Ill even stay down here tonight" you had no room to argue as bruce wrapped his hands around your torso and pulled a blanket over you twos spooning bodies

"Goodnight, we'll do this as many times as it takes" he cooed in your ear before he drifted off to sleep

[yuiiasathesilly]

STAWPPPO I LOVE THIS OMG

BOUT TO DRAW HIM RN WITH MY GOOFY GIIGGLING ASS

♯ yandere! rockstar x manager! reader ♪

— feroze gives up playing nice and finally gets what he really wants.

cw: possessive themes, blood and violence (kinda detailed, but not to reader) & implied noncon nsfw.

notes: this is so late. blame my depression LOL. was listening to greetings from califournia whilst writing!

everyone who was anyone was scheduled to attend tonight's party.

although, it was quite evident when the red carpet was rolled out and the limousines and sports cars parked, who the paparazzi were really here for.

because despite his undisguised disdain for the flashing cameras and curious reporters that surrounded him — from the moment he stepped out of his sleek black car (la voiture noir, one of the only two in existence) everyone’s eyes were on feroze khan.

and for good reason, you mused, as he turned around to help you out of the low car. tonight, you had made sure the stylist did her best, even offered her a raise. and god, when you looked at him, you realised that every second paid off.

red henna adorned his knuckles, decorating the golden rings he wore against traditional designs of gorgeous flowers and spirals that trailed up the muscles of his arms. his suit was a dark green velvet which contrasted his brown skin perfectly.

his crimson hair was done half up-half down, some stray waves falling across his thick eyebrows and dark eyes, lined with kajal. his silver nose piercing had been replaced by a larger, gold ring, its dainty chain extended from his nose ring to the upper lobes of his left ear.

he looks unfairly good - and every bit the man whose posters are hung up on every teenager’s walls and whose pictures take up half of the storage of your phone.

you're broken out of your reverie by a low chuckle, “it’s rude to stare, meri jaan.” feroze says, as he extends his hand out towards you.

a frown, “i wasn’t staring.” you try not to focus on how sweetly the words fall from his lips, my love — and take his hand as he helps you out the car,

“of course you weren’t.” followed by a knowing smile as his warm fingers are curl around yours, pulling you to his side, like you’ve never belonged more anywhere else.

the paparazzi are on you instantly, and the moment you take a step onto the red carpet that leads to the expensive venue before you, their attention is divided amongst the two of you, instead of being pinned on the rockstar entirely.

you can tell by the way the man besides you reaches his other arm around your shoulders, almost possessively, that he knows this too.

you lean in closer, lower your voice so only he can hear you. “remember to be good tonight, rosy. everyone’s going to be watching you really carefully after that stunt you pulled at the interview.”

“stay next to me, then.” is all the rockstar replies, and you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at him. "it's the least you can do for dragging me to this stupid party."

he leans closer to you, lips against your helix and hand over it, as if he were telling you a secret. "though, you could always repay the favour in other ways."

you swat feroze’s hand away, and hope he can’t feel the warm flush on your skin, but you know it’s wishful thinking with the low laugh he lets out as he leads you through the grand double doors, wide open and inviting, as the two of you step in together, albeit a few hours late.

inside, the party is in full swing. a large chandelier overlooks gossiping guests with fur coats and expensive jewels draped over their polished skin. laughter and music waft through the large hall, and champagne flutes adorn everyone’s hands.

there’s something carefully careless about the air in the hall, but feroze’s presence besides you is a constant comfort as you lead him through the crowd and to the bar.

he raises an eyebrow, but follows you faithfully, fingers interlaced with yours and enjoying every moment of it, “we just arrived, and you want to share a drink with me already?”

“don’t get ahead of yourself, khan.” you roll your eyes but he doesn’t miss the sound of quiet laughter against your knuckles. “besides, we both know you’d be begging for attention and clinging to me in two drinks, anyways.” you tease, “lightweight.”

“i don’t need to beg for your attention.” he says, trying his best not to reach out and just pull you closer. “and don’t forget how most of the time it’s you doing the begging, meri jaan.”

“feroze!” you hiss, turning your back to him so he doesn’t see the smile you’re trying your hardest to keep hidden, lest it only encourage him. “can you not say things like that so carelessly in public?”

“is someone getting all shy?” the man teases, a lazy smile on his lips as he pokes your cheek from behind. “hmm. cute, but i prefer when you’re being all bratty and demanding.”

“first off, i’m not bratty, you’re just annoying.” you untangle your fingers from his with a frown, even though your heart feels undeniably full. “and secondly, has anyone ever told you you talk way too much?”

he hums absently., as if giving actual thought to the matter before responding, “no, actually. for some reason, i only ever hear that from you.”

curious stares follow the two of you, the worlds most prominent musician and his grumpy manager — but it isn’t enough for him, no. it isn’t anywhere near enough. he needs everyone to see that he’s yours, and you’re his.

and maybe they would have, if you hadn’t insisted on covering up the hickeys he’d left all over your neck, for the sake of being presentable and professional.

absently, he watches you speak to the bartender, hates the way the bartender passes you a friendly smile and hates it even more when you smile back. but he's willing to forget that the moment you turn back to him, looking so beautiful, always so fucking gorgeous.

“you look wonderful today, so put together.” he says, words tinged with a teasing tone, accompanied by a lighthearted smile. “i can barely believe you’re the same person i made such a mess of just last night.”

“one more word,” you take two flutes from the bartender, and fix him with the deadliest glare you can muster. “and i’m leaving you here all alone, khan.”

“no more rosy?” he asks, raising an eyebrow. you shake your head and feroze can’t help but think about how beautiful you are, even when you’re annoyed with him. even when he refuses to listen to you, despite your role as his manager.

“only when you behave.” you respond, setting your flute down to beckon him closer. “now stay still, and let me fix your hair.”

he hates your role as his manager most in moments like these, when you gently brush stray strands of his dark red waves from his face, and he watches the way you run your fingers through his hair, wanting to see if the curl will hold, with a certain fondness he reserves for you only.

in moments where he wants nothing more than to kiss you until he can't breathe and and your mellifluous voice can’t say anything except his name. he needs to show you, time and time again, what exactly you mean to him. but, as you never fail to remind him, professionalism.

“one more thing, feroze—” you're about to say something, presumably to remind him again, to be on his best behaviour, or to stop staring at his lips so intently.

either way, he doesn't get to find out, because just as you hand him a champagne flute, you’re cut off by a tap on his shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice, and a fake smile.

“hello, khan.” a smooth voice greets, “haven’t had the pleasure of seeing you at once of these for a while.”

at the sound of his name, feroze turns, doesn't bother to smile when he greets the man behind him. you notice the musician recognises him instantly, albeit his complete disinterest he outwardly expresses in indulging in any conversation.

"vuong, always such a joy to meet you." the rockstar drawls, in a voice which indicates the exact opposite.

it’s only when the star says his name do you realise who this is, and can’t help but wonder how your troublemaking musician seems to be so well acquainted with the ceo of the most reputable celebrity management company in this country.

"you doing good, khan?” michael asks. he looks the epitome of this party’s high class audience. “heard you topped the charts seventh time in a row, hm?” a charming man donned in an expensive suit and diamond earrings, silky hair slicked back, and a pretty smile that doesn’t entirely reach his dull eyes.

“whilst it’s sweet of you to ask about my career, michael, how about we skip the formalities and you tell me what you’re really here for?” feroze says plainly, and you notice that michael’s eyes wander from the musician and over to you.

“very well,” michael’s rolex glints under the chandelier’s lights as he vaguely gestures to you, “i’ve been meaning to hire a competent, experienced, and resilient assistant for one of my more difficult clients.” he begins, in a polite accent you can’t quite place. “my brother, actually.”

“so your little brother needs a babysitter and you want my manager for the job?”

“when you put it like that, it sounds bad.” michael sighs wearily, no longer pretending to keep up the friendly facade he had donned only a moment prior. “but i assure you that your manager would be in capable hands, and compensated very handsomely for their efforts. i know how much of a headache valentine can be.”

feroze is about to say something, but michael holds up a pale hand to keep him quiet, and you instantly hate him for it. “i saw your disastrous interview, before your manager worked so relentlessly to have it removed from the internet.” you blink, caught off guard by his words. “their skills would be better suited working for someone like me.”

feroze raises an eyebrow. “is that so? well, i’m sorry, really.” his tone is shamelessly unapologetic when he speaks, “but they’re going to have to say no. my manager has no interest working for someone like you; besides, valentine’s a big boy, i’m sure he can take care of himself.”

but feroze’s words are entirely ignored. instead, the ceo turns to you, “surely you don’t let him speak for you?” michael asks, and his lips curl into a strange smile — “i’ll pay you double, and you’ll have half the workload you do now. my brother is much more low maintenance compared to your darling rockstar, over here.”

you cross your arms, meet michael’s narrowed eyes with your own and tilt your head to the side. “i’m sorry, did you not hear rosy?” you ask, “i have absolutely no interest working with somebody like you. besides, i’m perfectly happy with my current job, and with my, what did you call him? oh — darling rockstar.”

it’s this moment where feroze is eternally grateful for his brown skin, which completely hides the furious blush that warms his entire body.

“rosy?” michael echoes, curiously.

you ignore his question and take a sip of sparkling golden champagne, leaning over to feroze, “you take care of this entitled piece of shit, and i’m gonna go find us a place to sit.” you whisper, before turning away without so much as a backwards glance at the ceo.

“well, that’s settled. i think you should leave, vuong.” feroze says, watches the bubbles in his champagne as he gently tips the glass back and forth. “i’d say it’s obvious you’re not going to find your brother’s babysitter here, yes?”

michael watches you leave, before turning back to the rockstar with a knowing look in his dark brown eyes. “how unprofessional.” he remarks, “sleeping with your manager, khan?”

“excuse me?” feroze looks up at the ceo through dark lashes. “i don’t think that has anything to do with you, vuong.” he attempts nonchalance, but michael doesn’t miss the way feroze’s grip on his flute tightens, and instantly he knows he’s right.

“doesn’t it?” michael asks, “isn’t that the only reason they’re still working for you? because you make them feel good?” the ceo lowers his voice, the words that leave his lips a stark contrast from the amiable smile painted on his lips. “you think they’d take me up on my offer if i could make them feel even better? i bet i could fuck your little manager even better than you, khan. come into that big mouth and destroy that attitude of th—fuck!”

unfortunately for him, michael doesn’t get to finish speaking. probably due to the fact that feroze smashes his champagne flute against michael’s head. the sight is sickening, as the glass shatters into hundreds of small fragments, littering michael’s skin with violent cuts that pierce his pale skin.

screams erupt in the fancy venue, echoing off the intricately carved walls as feroze roughly pushes michael down onto the polished floors before he kneels down himself, straddling the ceo with absolute indifference on his face as he curls his hand into a tight fist before slamming it into michael’s face, with all of the force he can muster.

once, twice, thrice. he loses count, can’t think of anything but the ceo’s taunting words, the way that fucking bastard had the nerve to speak about you — if feroze has his way, michael won’t be speaking ever again.

the man’s hair is wet from the champagne, sticky from the blood, not unlike the rest of his body. his sloped nose is crooked, sticking out unnaturally. his teeth are painted red, and his eyes are puffy and bruised, something ugly lurking beneath his skin.

but feroze is not done yet. no, this isn’t anywhere near enough.

michael coughs heavily, and it turns into something more painful which causes blood to spurt from his lips, to paint the rockstar’s knuckles in red, leave them absolutely wet, he pulls his hands away and michael laughs, a strangled sound which is painful to listen to, “well done, khan.” he wheezes, “you j-just ruined your… yourself.”

he has the decency to finally shut up when feroze picks up the largest shard of glass he can find, uncaring that holding it leaves a large gash in his palms, as he lines it up against michael’s adams apple.

feroze smiles, but there is something dangerous behind it as he takes in the mess he’s made. “i’m going to kill you, vuong.”

“y-you can’t kill me! we-were at a… in public! you’ll g-go to jail, you…! y-your manager won’t—” the ceo’s eyes widen as he trips over his words, stuttering profusely when he realises that the man above him is not done yet.

but the musician merely tunes him out, presses the sharp shard down and draws a droplet of crimson blood which he watches, with satisfaction, as it seeps down his pale throat — before someone forcibly pulls his arms behind his back.

it is only then that feroze notices men and women much bigger than him and dressed in all black, tasers by their sides. he closes his eyes as they harshly pull him off the shaking ceo and disarm him, someone’s knees brutally pressing against his back as they shove his head and body down and wait for the police to arrive.

it is only when feroze opens his dark eyes does he see you standing across the hall, unmoving — even as people ruthlessly push past you to the exits, in a desperate attempt to get out, you stay very, very, still.

feroze does not feel remorse.

that much is evident from the splatters of dark blood which stain his brown skin, and the low laugh that spills past his lips and echoes off the walls.

"you assaulted the ceo of one of the most influential companies in this industry, khan."

you ignore the hundreds of demanding emails and texts and phone calls that flood in every few seconds.

you turn your phone off, and it takes everything within you not to hurl it at the man who stands before you, entirely silent in your presence for the first time.

"he deserved it." feroze says nonchalantly, and you try to ignore the fresh scar on his palm.

“i just don’t understand, i was never going to accept his job offer, anyways. and we handled it so well! we got him to back off, and i was so proud you didn’t do anything stupid and excited to spend the rest of the night with you — and then you… you fucked it all up.”

“what i did,” feroze says, “was for your sake.”

"okay," you say. disappointed, but not surprised at his response, and evident apathy towards the ceo, who you heard was in a medically induced coma. if anything, his answer should make this easier, but the words are still every bit as difficult to say as you'd thought they would be.

"then… this is also for my sake: i quit."

for a moment, silence fills your office, and a certain weight shifts the air, renders it much heavier than it was only seconds ago.

“what,” feroze demands, in a voice he's never used with you before. his jaw is tense, arms taut, and you realise, as your heart sinks — coiled with restraint. when feroze speaks, his voice is low, and trepidation looms over you at the tone of his words and the way he narrows his dark eyes. “did you just say?”

"i said, i quit. i don't want to work with you anymore, and i called you here to tell you that your career is done for." you repeat, trying to ignore the wry laugh that slips past his lips, until it becomes disbelieving laughter so loud that it fills the room and suffocates you and he's doubled over.

"i'm not going to be your manager, anymore." you tell him, watch as he looks up at you through curled lashes, wiping a tear from his eye, the kajal smudging his skin. “i feel like i don’t even know you anymore, after what you did to vuong.”

"meri jaan," feroze smiles, and it's all mocking. "surely, you don't think i'm just going to let you leave, after everything we've been through?" it's the type of smile you've seen him use at events he doesn't care to attend, deems insignificant and dismisses.

he doesn't care about his career, you might believe he has nothing going for him anymore, but if there's one thing he loves about this lifestyle — it's that he's untouchable.

that’s how the police allowed to him to leave, off the hook even after almost murdering a man.

sure, he'll be the cause of outrage for a while, and michael will definitely press charges when he comes to — but all feroze has to do is pay off some journalist looking for their next big story to write an article about michael’s affinity for messing around with underaged boys — and then the tables will turn, like they always do.

it's a matter of waiting he thinks, and finally getting what he really wants.

you stand up, storm towards the door which leads out of your office, absolutely done with this conversation and ready to leave — but feroze is leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, and unmoving.

unfortunately, he had overestimated himself, as it seems that even his patience towards you has a limit.

“you said you loved me, but you lied, because if you loved me, you wouldn’t act like this.” you tell him, your momentary confusion giving way to absolute anger, when he refuses to move out of your way. “let me leave, khan. i'm done, and i won't work with someone so violent.”

“let you leave?” he raises an eyebrow. feroze’s stygian eyes grow impossibly darker when he lets his gaze wander, lingering on the places you know he loves most.

“didn’t i tell you, from the beginning, that this was something more than love? i said you were my majbuuri, called it ishq — i've never lied to you, so believe me when i say,” he tilts his head to the side. “you don’t get to leave.”

“like hell i don’t,” you scoff, you glare at him with all the authority you can muster, which is none, considering you’re not actually his manager anymore. “move,” you demand. and when he doesn’t, you use all of your energy to shove him to the side and turn the handle.

it doesn’t open — why won’t it open?

you try again.

and again.

and again.

the door is locked, you realise, and your heart sinks when you hear that laughter again, turn to meet eyes lined in smudged kajal and hands, adorned with golden rings you yourself had picked out only hours prior, now gently holding your face.

you can feel all of his cold rings against your jaw, feel his pulse thundering from beneath his wrists even though his expression is carved with careful consideration and a soft smile, real emotions betrayed by his hungry, black gaze — trained solely on you.

“feroze,” you try one more time, to see past the manic glint in his eyes, his racing heartbeat, and ignore his words. you trusted him, you loved him, despite the headache he could be, you knew it was wrong and hypocritical but you had loved him. and that was the worst part about this. “please don't ruin this more than you already have."

but your words fall on deaf ears, and feroze is indifferent to the tears of hopelessness that well up in your wide eyes. “you don't get to leave, meri jaan. i love you too much for that, i love you entirely and i love you desperately, but most of all,” he says the words softly, and they sound like your favourite song, played too many times by a broken record. "i love you selfishly."

"you don't know how patient i have been when it comes to you, because of your fucking professionalism. you don't know how much i need you, how it only gets worse every time you're all bossy. so fucking gorgeous even when you’re mad at me, telling me off.”

“you thought i was trouble then?" feroze asks in a voice impossibly quiet as he lowers his lips to your jaw, "that was me on my best behaviour."

"i've had enough of biding my time and pretending to give a fuck about anything that isn't you," the star says with such finality to his low words, that you're compelled to believe him. "to hell with being patient and playing nice, because now i've got you all to myself, and fuck, you aren't going anywhere, meri jaan."

who cares if good things come to those who wait?

at that, he laughs, one hand curling around your waist to hold you in place as the other slips under the fabric of your clothes, fingers skimming your bare skin, "it's not like you'd really be able to," feroze hums, pressing kisses over the hickeys which already decorate your neck, "by the time i'm done with you.”

better things come to those willing to take them.

[lizzy06]

Hakamada Tsunagu (Best Jeanist) x Reader Fic Recs!! (Tumblr/Ao3/Wattpad)

My Hero Academia Fic Rec Masterlist

Who Knew✨ by nek0zawakun (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, humor) "Whatever you decide [Y/N], just remember to let your life be as straight as your jeans." “I’d love to, but straight jeans are no longer in style.”[COMPLETED]

The Aftermath of Kamino by MothClothTales (oneshot, fluff, hurt/comfort) The physical scars would have nothing on the mental ones.[COMPLETED]

Red Threads of Fate by Curious_Feline (onshot, fluff) When pride is on the line for both halves of Japan's power couple after a childish argument, who is going to cave first and apologize before the public gets too lost in trying to fill in the pieces of their private argument.[COMPLETED]

Never too late✨✨by @therainroguefanfiction (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) “You answer the door when I’m trick or treating and at first you say I’m way too old to be doing this but somehow I convince you to come out and join me.”[COMPLETED]

As You Wish ✨by @seiyasabi (oneshot, yandere! best jeanist) You meeting your friend for catching up? idk man lol.[COMPLETED]

Did I Just Say That Out Loud?✨ by @myeternalsin (oneshot, humor, fluff) (Y/N) meets up with her best friend Chris as he forgets his lunch and begs Y/N to drop it off. After her third encounter with Best Jeanist, (Y/N) can’t help but admire his ass in those jeans of his~.[COMPLETED]

Best Jeanist x Reader✨ by @faulty-writes (oneshot, kinda enemies to lovers) Despite your less than friendly relationship, neither of you is willing to admit just how much you feel for the other.[COMPLETED]

Best Jeanist hcs by @burnedbyshoto (fluff) hcs for Best Jeanist with a s/o who works at his agency as a staff member.[COMPLETED]

Best Jeanist X Gender Neutral Reader by @queentheweeb (oneshot, fluff) You felt it in your bones that if Hakamada tried to do whatever ungodly hairstyle that he enjoys on you one more time it would be more than just villains he will have to worry about.[COMPLETED]

Blind date by @erasethedarkness (oneshot, fluff)Working at a news station had its perks- and one of them included being friends with a popular newswoman. When asked to take her place in a blind date, you were skeptical but wanted to help her out, accepting the request in the end.[COMPLETED]

Body Snatched by @nights-legacy (oneshot) When someone couldn't take a hint and continued making you uncomfortable after you said you weren't interested, he didn't take it lightly. Especially when that person goes way out of line.[COMPLETED]

One Last Gift by @shxtodxroki (oneshot, fluff) Despite his busy schedule and hectic lifestyle, your pro-hero boyfriend manages to give you the perfect Christmas Eve as you soak up all the love and affection you can during your time alone with him.[COMPLETED]

[onyxyasha]

Making a Genshin Impact Onshots collection, it’s gonna be kind of weird since I’m doing it on three different apps/websites, so Tumblr will be the weirdest of all. You can submit requests for my Genshin Impact Oneshots content on here, Quotev, or Wattpad (links in my desc.) The next part is copy and pasted from my Quotev and Wattpad collection:

There are things I will and will not write about, so I will list what I WILL write about and WON'T write about.

WILL WRITE ABOUT...

- Fluff

- [Character] x Reader

- Headcanons [ex: (List of Characters) while reader is upset]

- Yandere!Character x Reader

- Feel free to ask me if I will write stuff I didn't list on here!

WHAT I WON'T WRITE ABOUT...

- Smut/Non-con/NSFW     (Look on my profile if you want stuff like that, I want to separate stuff like that due to TW)

- Character x OC       (I just won't.)

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[yandere-daydreams]

Title: The Opposite of Love.

Pairing: Yandere!Diluc x Reader x Yandere!Kaeya (Genshin Impact).

Word Count: 3.1k.

TW: Imprisonment, Mentions of Kidnapping, Mentions of Non-Con, Physical Abuse, Manipulation, and Attempted Gaslighting.

Years ago, you heard someone claim that the opposite of love isn't hate, it's indifference.

There must’ve been more to it. A tangent, a theory, a philosophy to explain such a nihilistic sentiment. But, you couldn’t remember the rest, if it’d ever existed, and you’d walked away from that conversation with the general understand that feeling nothing is closer to hate than it is to love and feeling something is closer to love than it is to hate. Kaeya feels something towards you, so he loves you. He says he loves you. You’re willing to believe, for the sake of argument, that whatever he feels towards you could be called love.

Diluc feels nothing towards you, so he hates you. He acts like he hates you. He hates you.

He’s indifferent, so he hates you.

Or, he ignores you often enough to make it feel like he does, at least. You’d been here for months, tucked into the darkest corner of his winery and left to rot, but he never called you by name or addressed you directly or made any effort to interact with you beyond what Kaeya deemed necessary. Even now, he lingers in the doorway to your bedroom, his arms crossed and his shoulder pressed against the frame. From your spot sitting on the foot of your bed, he should be able to see you, but his gaze glances off of you in less than a second, moving towards Kaeya, instead, currently busying himself with the contents of your closet. Indifference.

Loathing, albeit the kind that could go unspoken.

“I’ve got clients from Fontaine arriving in half an hour,” Diluc starts, his voice gruff but nonchalant. You can’t remember ever hearing him yell. “Can I expect you to join us, or will you still be playing dress-up in my cellar?”

“Patience, love, patience.” He finds a piece of what he’s looking for, pausing briefly to splay it out over your bed. You catch a sliver of lace out of the corner of your eye, and force yourself to stare at the floor, instead. It’s easier, when you don’t know what he’s going to do to you. Anticipation would only make it worse. “I never rush you while you’re stalking around at night, searching for criminals to chase after. You’ll survive watching me tend to my (Y/n) for a few more minutes.” A flash of silk, this time, but not nearly enough. You force yourself to inhale. Diluc huffs. “It’s exhausting, watching you talk about ‘profit’ and ‘revenue’ and waste a perfectly good bottle of wine on such unappreciative guests. I want something pretty to come back to, and this stubborn little thing isn’t going to get dolled-up alone.”

Diluc stiffens. There’s a slight change in his stance, his expression. He doesn’t look at you. “Do you want me to…?”

“I’ll take care of it.” You feel the mattress dip, Kaeya’s arm snaking around your waist. You clench your eyes shut, but you don’t resist as he pulls you to his chest. It doesn’t hurt, but it would, later on, when he loses interest in pretty outfits and delicate fabrics and decides he can find more entertainment in bruises, and hickeys, and seeing how much he can get away with before you're willing to beg him to stop. It'll hurt, and you'll scream, and the next time you see Diluc, he'll pretend that he hadn’t heard a thing. “We just need spend a little more time together, that’s all. It’ll get easier, once someone starts to feel a little more cooperative.” There’s a pause, a sudden nip to your jugular. You jolt and Kaeya laughs, squeezing your hip gently. “Besides, I like it when my pets bite back. It keeps things exciting, doesn’t it, Diluc?”

“Anything you say.” His tone is light, mocking, but he’s smiling, grinning, making no attempt to hide it. You almost wish you could be surprised, that any amount of shock came with new evidence that his fondness for Kaeya overshadowed any empathy he might’ve had for you, but he’d never cared for you, even before he brought you here, before he left you at the feet of a much more proactive monster. He doesn’t feel anything, not for you. He doesn’t love you, so he ight as well hate you.

He’s indifferent, so he hates you.

“As long as it doesn’t involve me, do whatever you have to.

~

He’s indifferent, but he doesn’t hate you.

Kaeya usually leaves you restrained, in some way, shape, or form. A chain around your ankle, or cuffs on your wrists, or, when he could claim you’d done something to warrant it, a collar around your neck, left tethered to a bedpost under threat of a broken finger for every knot he found undone. Diluc's never tampered with it, before. He could, if he wanted to. It’s his estate, his property, and you’re his captive as much as you are Kaeya’s. He could, but he doesn’t want to.

Or, he’d never wanted to before, at least.

He doesn’t speak to you, not at first. He works silently, prying at the ropes around your wrists with only quiet determination and a small, muted sigh as he finishes, your restraints going slack, falling limp over the bars of the headboard. You don’t move, glancing towards him for approval, but Diluc only drops a flask into your lap, small and silver. Immediately, you’re aware of just how long it’s been since Kaeya left, of the pit in your stomach, the dryness in your throat. Of the fact that you probably wouldn’t see another drop of anything until sunset, when Kaeya comes back and decides whether or not you’ve been good enough to deserve a ‘reward’.

He helps, in his own way. “Drink,” He says, in a way that makes it less of a request and more of a demand. “Unless you have that much faith in Kaeya’s compassion.”

You opt to drink.

It’s only water, but you savor it like a gift from the gods, taking your time, draining the flask as slowly as you could. You consider asking Diluc for something to eat, too, but you don’t want to test the limits of his generosity, and he’s already sitting down, settling into the plain wooden chair positioned to face your bed. It’s a off-putting sight, his red hair slightly muted by the undecorated stone walls, his pale skin made sickly by the poor lighting. It makes you uncomfortable, but he doesn’t seem bothered. Why would he? This is his estate, as often as you forget anyone would live here willingly. He wouldn't bar himself of from a part of his own home.

But, you’d never seen him in this part of his home. Not after you’d arrived. Not after Kaeya sectioned it off for personal use.

Honestly, you’d started to think you never would.

“What did you do?”

You go rigid, lowering the flask. “Excuse me?”

“To get him to tie you up like that.” He sounds dismissive. His expression is blank, as unreadable as always. For a moment, you wonder if this is a set-up, if you’re supposed to answer, but abandon the idea quickly. Kaeya wouldn’t resort to plots so predictable. “What did you do?”

You shouldn’t talk to him. You should cross your arms, look away, play as shy and as stubborn as you do with Kaeya. Indulging his curiosity won’t help you escape, even if he brings you water every now and then, even if he never speaks a word of this to Kaeya. It won’t do you any good, in the long run.

“I think I bit him.” Your voice is distant, far away. Diluc hums, and you find yourself going on without further deliberation. “He treats me like a dog, so I acted like one. I might’ve drawn blood.”

A partially truth. You’d dug your teeth into his throat, tried your best to tear the damned thing out before he could pry you off. It hadn’t worked, and he’d fucked you with his hands around your neck, afterward, leaving a ring of bruises to match his open wounds. He must’ve been too proud to mention it, because Diluc lets out a breath of a laugh as you finish, a smirk replacing his usual scowl. It almost seems strange, on him. You’re not used to seeing him do anything but frown. “Serves the bastard right. Even a Knight should know better than to leave himself so exposed.”

You look away. “I thought you’d take his side.”

“He’s not my responsibility. If you want to call his bluff and smother him in his sleep, then I won’t stand in your way.” He gestures vaguely, and you notice there’s ink on his wrist, staining the cuff of his sleeve. Your lips quirk upward, a smile forming before you can bite it back. You don’t try to, not once it’s there. Not once he sees it, and his own smile brightens in return. “Although, I’d appreciate it if you tried to show restraint.”

“I can’t make any promises.” You bring the flask back to your lips, but it’s already empty. You want more. You want wine, or ale, or the cider merchants used to sell in outdoor stalls during winter, warm and sweet and thick. You don’t let yourself want many things, here. You shouldn’t let yourself want anything, from Kaeya or anyone heartless enough to enable him.

“But, I might be able to try a little harder on a full stomach.”

You shouldn’t, but Diluc isn’t Kaeya. He hasn’t hurt you, not directly, not yet.

He’s indifferent, but you don’t think he hates you, either.

Diluc grins, pushing himself to his feet.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

~

Diluc’s not indifferent, and he doesn’t hate you.

He likes you, the same way a more domestic man might tolerate his lover’s pet. His gestures are small, but frequent – a glass of wine left on your bedside table by a skittish servant, an outfit that’s more than sheer lace and floral patterns, an excuse to be anywhere but the cellar, even his alternative comes in the form of a windowless office, small and sparsely decorated, the space only made more confining by Kaeya’s insistence that you stay in his lap, his arms loosely strung around your waist, your face buried in the dip of his shoulder.

It’s claustrophobic, but the air isn’t damp, and the walls aren’t bare, and there’s more to focus on than Kaeya’s hand on the small of your back, blunt nails occasionally brushing against the base of your spine. You can hear maids and butlers carrying out their morning chores on the other side of the door, quiet footsteps and muffled voices and proof that society isn’t as far away as you’ve convinced yourself it had to be, and you can let the rest of the world fade into the sound of Diluc’s quill scratching against paper, writing out a letter to a foreign investor or a contract for some new, bewildering arrangement. It’s comforting, as comforting as anything can be, here. It’s different. You don’t get to call many things different, anymore.

“Oh? See that, Diluc? We’re putting the poor thing to sleep.” You don’t notice your eyes closing until Kaeya works a hand under your chin, tilting your head back just far enough to force you to look up at him. You’re not tired, not really, but you know better than to correct him, only leaning into his palm, acting like something docile, something delicate. Something obedient, something that he’s made it apparent he wants you to be. “Just as well. Mondstadt’s not getting any closer, and Jean might find a way to work herself to death within the hour if I’m late.” A slight pause, a playful tap to your cheek. You try to push down the temptation to bat him away. “Looks your bedtime's coming a little early, sweetheart.”

You pout, tugging on his sleeve, but Kaeya only laughs, kissing the top of your head and moving to lift you up. Diluc stops writing. “Could you leave (Y/n)?”

Kaeya takes a moment to answer. “Replacing me already?”

“I could only ever dream of it.” He rests his cheek on his fist. “You know how dull it gets, while you’re away. I’m only trying to find a way to the time.”

There’s a sneer, a bark of laughter, and Kaeya drops you back onto the velveteen loveseat, leaving you scrambling to catch yourself. “Try not to break anything important,” He calls as he shoulders open the office door, the mocking lilt heavy in his voice. “It’d be such a shame if I had to start cleaning up your messes at home, too.”

The door shuts a second later, and you hold your breath as you listen to him walk away, only exhaling once he’s out of earshot. Diluc cocks his head to the side, but the most you can offer is a shrug, a small smile. “Thank you,” You mutter, almost inaudibly. “I… I really don’t like it, down there.”

“In that case, I’ll see if I can sneak you into the vineyard, next time.” A new sheet of parchment, another letter. Like it’s nothing. Like it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve gone outside in months. “Just don’t tell Kaeya. He’s never been very good at sharing.”

You can only nod, vaguely aware that you’re grinning like an idiot.

Diluc’s not indifferent, and he likes you.

~

Diluc’s not indifferent, but he doesn’t love you.

Kaeya claims to love you, and if it’d been him, he wouldn’t hesitate to lash out. He wouldn’t stand there for a second, then two, and he wouldn’t acknowledge the letter-opener with just a frown, just a small, disappointed scowl. He wouldn’t take it in so calmly, and he loves you. He thinks he loves you. You’re willing to believe, sometimes, that he might love you.

Diluc doesn’t. He can’t.

It’s already over for you, if he does.

His attention flickers between you and the letter-opener, the one you’d stolen from his desk a few days ago and stored under your mattress for future use. You consider stabbing him with it, briefly, but the Pyro Vision at his hip catches the light and you decide against it.

He seems taller than he usually does, filling the doorway with ease. You never noticed how small he always made himself, around you – sitting, leaning, minimizing the threat where Kaeya preferred to surround you with it, choke you with it. His voice is deeper, too, less refined, more gravelly. You try not to wonder if he's been trying to disarm you. You try not to wonder if it worked. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You drop the letter-opener. Your hands are shaking. “I didn’t…”

A step forward on his part. A step back, on yours. “Answer the question”

Your back hits the footboard, and Diluc stops in front of you. He hadn't closed the door, and you make a feeble attempt to dart around him and run for it, but he catches your arm without a hint of strain. His grip is bruising.

“I don’t want to be here.” The words stumble out without delicacy, without inflection, a last resort born of desperation and little else. “It’s humiliating. It’s dehumanizing. It’s… He hurts me, every single day, and you know that, you’ve seen it. I don’t care if there’s justice. I won’t tell the Knights, I won’t go back to Mondstadt at all. I’ll go to Liyue, or Sumeru, or smuggle myself into Inazuma, for fuck’s sake, I don’t care. I just can’t stay here any longer.”

Diluc doesn’t respond, for a moment.

Then, he shakes his head, letting out a deep sigh, and Kaeya steps through the open doorway, a smirk already plastered over his lips.

“I think you owe me an apology.” A hand on Diluc’s shoulder, a teasing kiss to his cheek. You don’t feel sick, or angry, or anything, honestly. The numbness is almost worse – vacancy, utter and complete. You wish that you’d stabbed him while you had the chance. “What did I tell you?”

Diluc sounds annoyed. Irritated, almost. Huffy. “You said it'd be worth a try.”

“I said it could be worth a try. Then, I asked you not to play too nice, not to be too lenient, and you swore up and down that you’d keep a firm hand.” You shut your eyes, digging your nails into your palms to try to stave off a more visible reaction, but Kaeya catches on quickly, cooing softly as he leans over Diluc. His fingertips brush against your jaw, the touch fleeting, oozing with faux-comfort. You’re tempted to bite him, again. You want to bite him. “Look at that. Did he get your hopes up, darling? Did you think our benevolent, valiant, golden-hearted Diluc would simply stand back and watch you slip away?”

“Shut up.” Kaeya laughs, and some of Diluc’s edge starts to dull. It makes you feel small. Everything about this makes you feel small. “Stop talking. I never—”

“You’ll have to make it up to us, then.” It’s more of a purr than a suggestion, lulling and blatantly self-indulgent, but Diluc doesn’t seem to mind. He leans into it, if anything, like he always does. Like he always has. You’d been a fool to convince yourself he’d ever been interested in doing anything else. “I think we both deserve to see how sweet you can really be.”

“I…” He lets go of you, and you hope beyond hope that he’s come to his senses, but your freedom is short-lived. A hand wraps around your neck, fingers burrowing into your throat and making it difficult to breathe, and in a moment, you’re on your back, pinned to the mattress, both of your captors standing above you. “I wouldn’t be against that.”

You think about begging, for a moment. About fighting, struggling, kicking and crying and screaming until one of them admits it’d be easier just to knock you out and let you wake up bruised and battered and sobbing. But, you already know it wouldn't make a difference. They wouldn't listen to you. Kaeya never has, and you doubt Diluc would try to, now. There’s no point. You’d still be stuck here, either way.

Diluc’s not indifferent, anymore, so he thinks he loves you.

That, or he hates you enough to call it love.

[tbznewberry]

The madmen of Wonderland | TBZ [III]

Part III: The three kings decide to try to get information out of Y/N with the thing that led her here in the first place. But everything's too much. It hurts too much.

Genre: yandere, horror

Warnings: nudity, breaking bones, pain of unusual growing, threats about killing someone, creepy behaviour

Word count: 1.2k

Previously Next

Y/N awakes with the sunrise the next morning, hearing voices in the room. She carefully pulls herself up to one of the windows in the dollhouse. 

“Yes, she has met Kevin and Jacob.” It’s Chanhee speaking. “She told us.”

“We weren’t quick enough, huh?” Juyeon hissed. “Find those twins and give them to us. We will punish them rightfully.”

“Off with their heads, that’s all I’ll say”, Younghoon scoffs, his footsteps echoing as he walks away. 

“And what about the hatters?” 

“We'll deal with them too.”

Jaehyun looks to the side, meeting Y/N’s eyes.

“Oh, look, the human is awake”, he smiles and starts to walk towards the little doll house. “Let’s take you out and feed you.”

He picks her up, careful not to hurt her leg. She clings onto his finger, scared to fall off. 

“I got you, little human, don’t you worry”, he cooes, gently stroking her over her soft hair. “I got you …”

She doesn’t like when they act like that. It makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up. They give her a few drops of milk and a small bite of bread. 

“Eat up, pretty human, you need to be full”, Jaehyun says and gives a few more crumbs. “That’s right, there you go. Good, good …”

Y/N looks around, meeting the three kings gazes. It’s very nice here … but it doesn’t feel right. It’s not what she wants. It’s not … home. 

“When can I go home?” Y/N asks.

“Go home?” Juyeon asks. “Why would you ever want to go home?”

“Because I have my whole life there. Everyone I know is there!”

Their eyes narrow by the seconds and before she has time to think, she’s lifted up from the table. 

“W-Wait!” she stammers. “Let me down!”

“I don’t think the little human has understood!” Jaehyun says, teeth together. “Maybe a few days in a cage will make her understand that she’s going to stay here forever?”

And suddenly, she’s in a little golden cage, hanging in the air over their heads. Even if she manages to get out, she’d fall to her death. They swing the golden cage heavily and she hugs one of the bars, screaming in fear. Her leg hits the sides multiple times and makes a horrifying cracking sound. The cage soon slows down and she throws up over the edge with a broken sob. 

“Your leg will heal”, Younghoon says through the small bars. “And if you act well, maybe we will make you big again.”

“Please do …”, she says quietly. 

“Apologize to us.”

“I’m sorry …”

“You won’t ask to go home again, right?”

She feels her heart sink as she shakes her head, hiding her face in her hands to hide her tears. “I won’t.”

“Good.”

They leave the room, leaving Y/N to cry as loudly as she dares to. How is she going to get home from here? No one seems to care about her worries about finding the right directions, the right way home. If there even is one. There has to be one, right? She got here one way, she just has to find the right one back. She curls up into a ball and cries. She decides to rest until her leg is healed for real and then she'll come up with some idea to get away.

The days go by and when her leg is healed, the kings let her out of the little cage.

"We're going to make you big, little human", Juyeon said and brought out a crumb of a soft cookie. "This should be enough for you to go back to your normal size."

"We have a dress ready for you", Younghoon says and pats the silky-smooth, pink fabric in his arms.

Y/N swallows in nervousness before putting the cookie in her mouth. She can feel the same type of uncomfortable pain in her body as she did when she shrunk. But it's worse now. Her bones start to widen and push through the soft skin. She screams as loudly as she can while the tears stream down her face, the pain is excruciating. The three kings only watch her with blank expressions on their faces. The white nightgown snaps as she grows and it whips her uncomfortably. It feels like her skin is on fire, she's sweating like a pig and starts to slide around on the marble floor. It feels like she's bleeding, but she doesn't know from where. Everywhere perhaps? When she's finally done growing, she lets herself relax. Everything is blurry and she can barely hold her eyes open. Someone with cold hands picks up her sweaty, naked body that is on flames at this rate and walks out. It doesn't take long before she blacks out.

She wakes up in a bed, wearing the pink dress Younghoon had been holding earlier. Quickly, she sits up and looks around herself. The room she's in is bigger than her room at home and filled with gifts just for her. She stands up and hurries out of the room. She's finally her right size again, now she can try to get out of here!

"Human!" Jaehyun shouts. "Come over here."

She freezes and turns around, seeing him at the end of the marble corridor. Her feet start to walk towards him.

"We need to talk to you", he says and puts his arm around her shoulders. “To ask you some questions.”

“What is it about?” Y/N asks, not getting a good feeling from his tone. 

“Just follow me.”

He takes her into an empty hall with a naked chair in the middle where the other two kings are together with … the bunny! He’s sleeping in Younghoon’s arms. 

“Isn’t he cute, little human?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yes, can I have him please?” Y/N askes, not liking that it is in Younghoon’s arms. 

“You can have the bunny if you give us what we want”, Juyeon says and sits her down in the chair. He holds the armrests and towers over her like a beast. “How do you get out of Wonderland?”

“I don’t know”, Y/N answers. “I’m trying to find out for myself.”

“The bunny led you here. But since I can’t talk to a fucking bunny, because that would be insane of me, I want you to tell me. We’ve followed the bunny, but we can never find the way.”

“I don’t know, I promise! If I knew, I'd have gone home by now!”

“Think harder, little human! You have to know!” Jaehyun says loudly. 

“I don’t know!”

The tears start to well out of her eyes in this threatening situation. She wants to get out to the real world more than anyone else! She cries into her hands. Someone hugs her and lets her rest her face into his chest. 

“Don’t cry little human, you just have to think harder!” Juyeon says, stroking her hair. 

“Here, hold the bunny for a little while”, Younghoon says and gives her the little white bunny. “Maybe it’ll make you remember.”

Y/N hugs the white bunny and sobs. Jaehyun crouches down in front of her and pets the little bunny, his eyes darker than the night sky. 

“Human, if you don’t give us what we want, this sweet little bunny will lose its life! It will no longer be white”, he says warningly. "Have you ever seen a red bunny?"

"N-No."

"Then maybe it'll be your first time."

Y/N sobs. What should she do?

[allmightsprettyhousewife]

Do you think you can do something where we just go up to hisachi to cuddle him and say we love him, like we were cold and distant until now.

"We Need Some Distance" - Hizashi Yamada x Reader

Author's Note: I kinda hate this?? alkdjfask idk, just not my fav, but I hope you like anon!! Trigger Warning: Kidnapping, unedited Reader Specifications: Gender neutral reader Word Count: 655 Song Suggestion: Nobody - Mitski

The days had been so lonely.

You never truly realized how much Hizashi had surrounded your day until he just stopped being there.

__

He threw up his hands during an argument, throwing in the towel.

"I have given you everything! What more do you want?!" He ran his hands through his hair, staring at you coldly.

"I want to go home! I want you to leave! I. Want. You. To. DISAPPEAR!"

"If that's what you really want, fine! I will!"

You couldn't be more pleased when he packed a bag and left, leaving you alone in the huge penthouse you both inhabited.

__

At first, it was nice! You finally got alone time, you didn't have to play into whatever sick game that he wanted you to. But then a week passed by and the only time he had stopped by was to put some groceries on the table and leave again.

The next week was boring. Sure, you had everything and everything at your disposal for your hobbies, but those quickly got overused and boring. Hizashi stopped over once to get some more clothes.

The week after was when you were getting desperate, you had already searched high and low for a way out. And despite your repeated trials, you can come to the conclusion that it was indeed impossible. You tuned in to his radio show a couple of times, just to hear him speak. It set you at ease. You tried to talk to him when he came home, but it just looked right through you and walked out.

It had been three weeks and five days Hizashi has said a word to you, and you felt like you were going crazy. You knew this was Stockholm syndrome, you knew that this was just you going stir crazy, but you actually missed him. You were curled up in one of his shirts more often than not, and you stayed up just to hear his show.

___

This was killing him.

HIzashi knew that in the beginning, you didn't care, that you were even happy to have him gone.

He also knew this is what you needed. You needed to know that you couldn't live without him, just a little push to show that you actually love him.

It truly and honestly hurt to not come home and just give you all the love he could offer. But he had to do whatever he had to to get you wrapped around hi little finger.

Tonight he was coming home though, and he just knew that this would be the night you throw yourself at him.

___

The sound of the lock clicking made you shoot your head up, heart beating rapidly in your chest.

"Zashi!" He didn't even get into the apartment before you threw yourself in the arms of the blonde. You were a blubbering mess, snot dripping from your nose, tears rolling down your to warm cheeks.

"I'm-I'm so sorry-! I didn't mean it, please don't leave me again." You sobbed into his chest. "I love-love you." You hiccuped, clinging to his frame.

Hizashi dropped his bag next to him, wrapping his arms around you.

"Hey.. Hey, baby doll, it's okay. I'm right here." He placed his chin on top of your head and inhaled your scent. "Sh... Sh... I won't leave you again.."

He scooped you up into his arms and rocked you while he stalked off to his bedroom. He tried to set you down, but you panicked and tried to grab hold of him.

"I'm not leaving ya, I just gotta go get into some comfy clothes. Okay? I'll be right back."

"Oh-okay." You rubbed at your teary eyes, looking away from him.

He grabbed some clothes from his dresser and smiled a little to wide when the bathroom door closed behind him.

"All according to plan.." He thought as he tossed his jacket onto the ground.

___

Likes and reblogs always welcomed and appreciated!! :)

[daebak-dreams]

“Rendezvous” A Yandere!Jungkook One-Shot

Anon Asked:  Hi! Can I ask for a scenario of a Yandere Jungkook where he is a hit man ordered to kill you for something then he falls in love with you, who is innocnet and sweet, and ends up protecting you???? Thank you thank you! I just love your writing!😚😚

Oh wow! I really liked this concept! Here you go dear! Enjoy! (-:

Reader+Jungkook

Genre: Yandere! | Romance | Angst

 His dense breath fogged up the glass that was like a second skin to him in that moment of him peering into your window. He held himself, still and quietly against the paneling of the house, as he tried his best not to fall or make a sound. The only sound that sounded from inside, was the whir of the central air that cooled down each room in your house, making you curl up, and pull your sheets closer to your body.

He wasn’t given much detail about the job at hand, he just knew that it had to be done and quick. There was no use creeping around anymore, he thought to himself as he moved around the house and stopped at your back door.

In a swift movement, his glove-covered hand came flying into the small window to the door, with a loud crashing noise As quick as his hand went through , he tried to match his speed when it came to unlocking the door, giving him free access to you and your home.

Just as he thought he was in the clear, he saw the light in the hallway go on, making panic finally set in as he stood still in place for a moment.

“Shit-”

With a slow hand, he grabbed for the jagged knife that was in the side of his belt, knowing that although he didn’t want to, he would have to get messy. He just wanted to get it over with and get paid. 

His heartbeat accelerated as he tightened himself against the wall that separated the source of the light and him. He then took one last gulp of air, gripping the handle of the knife firmly, as he turned the corner on his heel and stumbled as he stopped himself from going any further. He dropped the knife, along with his heart and any ounce of strength that he had.

There he was, standing in awe as he starred at you, who was cowering with a broom in your hand high over your head, as if you were ready to strike, but choked up in the process. It was as if all his animalistic instincts went out the window. He had no need to be violent, and of course he didn’t have those kind of tendencies towards you. How could he? You were like a lamb in the presence of a wolf. Though in that moment, all he wanted to do was hide you away and keep you safe.

You looked at the man you’d never seen before. He was tall and well built. His dark brown locks loomed above his surprised eyes as he stared at you. You were already shaking by the presence of a complete stranger inside your house, but once you saw the knife he was holding against him, you started screaming as you dropped the broom and scrambled towards your bedroom.

“Wait! Hold on!” He looked down at what you were looking at that made you run and hide, and tossed it to the floor with a ‘clang’ as chased you, which made you much more frantic as you reached the door, and slid into your room and tried to close the door on him, but it was no use as he jutted his arm out towards you, putting a stop to the door being fully closed. 

He winced at the pressure that you were putting on him, but didn’t fight back. He hissed at the pain and tried to talk through gulps of air, hoping you would hear him out.

“Hey! Listen to me! I think it was all a big misunderstanding!” He groaned with his eyes shut. “Please- hear me out. Do you know a ___?”

As soon as he said that name, you let your guard down and took a step away from the door. “How do you know my ex?” You asked softly from behind the door with a frown.

“He’s your ex?!” He looked at you with a stunned expression as he talked behind the door, not wanting to open it and scare you all over again. “So you’re (Y/N)?”

“Wh- He put you up to this?! What kind of sick, cruel joke is this?!” You said as tears welled up in your eyes.

“N-No! I didn’t know! I swear on my life!”

“Then what are you doing here?! Who are you?”

He sighed as he touched a hand to the surface of the door, “Your ex, __, hired me to basically keep you from going to court, for the allegations against him for putting his hands on you.. He thought if you were out of the picture that this would all go away.” He felt his anger rise at this low-life who wanted to hurt someone like you, but he felt much lower as he remembered the reason why he was there.

You felt sick to your stomach as you backed away from the door, and slumped down onto the ground. You knew that he had hatred for you from the break up, but you didn’t know it was this strong. Strong enough to kill you; Literally.

He could hear the sound of your whimpering behind the door and decided to go in, ready to take any blows and attacks that you were to throw his way, knowing that he deserved each one. 

“Please don’t cry..I’m sorry..I swear I wasn’t going to do anything.” He spoke in a quiet and calm tone as he crouched near you.

You slightly pulled back from him, still not able to trust him, and sniffled, bringing a hand up to your nose. “Why..why didn’t you do it, if that’s what you were here for.”

He shook his head. “ I don’t know..I just saw how scared you were and I just..couldn’t do it. Here.” He reached his hand out to you, as in a way to help you to your feet.

You hesitated, not knowing what he was getting at. You worried that maybe this was a trick and the minute that you let your full guard down, he would attack you, but you unconsciously placed your hand in his as he lifted you forward. 

He gave a small smile as you put some trust in him as he helped you back to your bed. If he hadn’t broken into your house, and he was someone you randomly passed on the street, you wouldn’t be able to help but give a second glance his way at how handsome he appeared as he hovered above you while he pulled the sheets back over you.

“I’m sorry again.” He breathed out, not being able to meet your eyes. “And I’ll be sure to help you fix your window..”

“Thank you...”You nodded slowly gripping onto the sheets, holding them tighter against you as you kept a close eye on him.”What’s your name?” You suddenly asked after a few long moments of silence.

“Jungkook.” He said as his eyes finally met yours. 

You nodded silently, not knowing how to respond, you even wondered if this whole scenario was just a dream; Here you were, talking with the man who had intentions to hurt you. But it didn’t seem like that anymore, as he sat on the edge of the bed while he tried to collect himself. 

He looked over at you. Your legs that were pulled up to your heaving chest, your worried eyes trying to study him, your pretty little lips that were curled in a downward position.

“___.. He was never like this before..I didn’t-” You stopped talking to swallow your tears back. “I didn’t think that he would wish death upon me and go to this extreme in getting someone to do it.” You shook your head. “Yes, I was the one who left, but I couldn’t take anymore of his violent antics.”

He thought you were fragile and delicate, and it made him sad all over again to think that he almost destroyed one of the worlds most beautiful treasures. He had the terrible urge to protect you, and that included protecting you from the one who started all of this. 

“(Y/N)..I’m sorry. I know I keep saying it, but I’ll never forgive myself for almost hurting you like that bastard..”He spat out the last part as if he had eaten something too sour for his tastebuds. “I need to do something..But- I promise that I will come fix the damage that I’ve done..” Eventhough he didn’t want to leave you there in that big cold house, he knew what he now had to do, but he made sure that he would come back to you, for he was now connected to you.

It ended as a cliffhanger really haha; but I still hope you enjoyed it! :-)

-Admin Bonbori

[cutelittlevamp]

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Well, hello there^^ hope you're all doing good

Now, strangely, this onshot was a damn dream I had (to say I was distraught by it would be an understatement ...)

Either way, if it's yandere or not ... you can judge that. I think it could be if I worked it out

So far it's a Leech Twins x Reader x Rook (and I seriously don't know why Rook showed up. Like I said, I dreamed this sh*t, bare with me)

Stay healthy everyone^^

tw: biting; blood; angst; getting chased; reader thinks they might get eaten

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“Eh, Jade, do you think the little Shrimp tastes as good as they smell?” “Well, there’s only one way to find out. Shall we Floyd?”

You were running as fast as you could. The familiar forest path seemed so much longer today and you kept on stumbling over rocks and roots you normally knew to avoid. The twins did not know the woods the way you did and you guessed that may be the only reason they hadn’t caught you just yet. That - or they were playing a very cruel game with you.

They had definitely been surprised when you managed to slip out of their hold and lock yourself in another room of the house though the only reason you managed that was probably that they thought you weren’t able to walk anymore with your hurt leg. Lucky for you the doors were really solid which gave you some time - not to calm down though. No, more to open the window and then continue to climb down the wall in the safest way possible. You still hurt your foot a bit on your way down but that was the least of your worries. Trying your best to ignore your now aching foot and bleeding bite wounds you turned and ran towards the forest as fast as you could. You could hear the door give way and Floyds calling out to you just as you reached the treeline.

You didn’t turn around to face him. That was way too risky. The chance you had to actually get away from them was slim enough already. There was no need to give them even more advantage than they already had.

Your neck was hurting like hell from where the twins had bitten down into the tender flesh. They seemed delighted when you started to scream in pain.

“Our angelfish really does taste divine.” “Hm~ I wonder what sound they’ll make if I bite their side …” “Or their thigh?”  Well, you screamed, of course but it felt as if they grinned into your skin, satisfied with your reaction.

You had thought they were your friends. You had trusted them. How could they do this to you?

Your inner thigh was bleeding, the pain from where Jade had bitten you was almost unbearable and seemed to get worse with every step you took. It was far worse than Floyds bite by your right rib cage yet that one didn’t help with your breathing either. You wanted nothing more than a short break to catch your breath and calm your raging mind but you knew that if you were to stop you’d break down on the spot and wouldn’t be able to go on anymore. That couldn’t happen.

Who knew what they would do once they caught you? You didn’t even want to imagine it.

Having strayed from your normal path through the wood might have brought you a bit of an advantage. Even though there was no real pathway to follow, you still knew these woods and they did not. You just hoped that they weren’t able to smell the blood that drenched your shirt by now.

By now you were merely stumbling over the roots. Just keep on walking. Maybe you could get some help if you somehow managed to reach the village. You knew the way. It wasn’t that far anymore. You just had to keep on walking - a gloved hand clasped over your mouth from behind. As exhausted as you were by now your trashing and fighting against the hold was weak but you still struggled …

… at least you did until you heard voices a short distance behind you. Two voices. Definitely the twins' voices. 

But if both of them were still a bit behind you then who -?

“Don’t worry, Trickster. If you’d allow me to offer my assistance, I’ll get you out of this messy situation, tout suite.”

[silkythewriter]

꧁REQUEST: OPEN<3꧂

Hello!,

So I’m planning to make this account for Hc and scenarios+ onshots and match ups for fandoms I’m in this is my first time in this platform so I apologize if somethings wrong or a bit off.

Let’s start with what I will do and what I will NOT do

I will do

I will do do romantic head-canons

I will do platonic relationship

I will do Angst!

I will do extras like x chubby! Reader or x Male! Reader or x Child! Reader so on and so forth

I will do yandere’s!

And I will do a Mom! Reader x child! Character BUT ONLY AND ONLY PLATONIC AND AS A CHILD A PARENT NORMAL RELATIONSHIP. I can not stress that enough

I do poly relationships!! ( added cause a request! I hope this helps so sorry for not adding this before!!^^)

If you have a specific one go ahead ead and ask! But make sure to read over the rules to make sure your request follows them

WILL NOT DO

Pedos ( adults loving kids in a romantic way)

SA= sexual assault, RA=rape, suicide, etc. and anything of that nature ( I wanna make this blog as comfortable as I can for anyone and everyone!)

Any weird fetishes

Smut ( i don’t feel confident with my ability’s yet )

And anything overly weird.

Fandom’s

Hazbin hotle

Invader zim (forgot to add sorry!)

MHA( my hero academia!)

HxH(hunter x hunter)

Tmnt ( rottmnt, and maybe 2012!)

Helluva boss

Lmk ( LEGO Monkie Kid)

Slashers

Gravity falls

Bojack horse man

Beastars

Demon slayer

Popee the Performer

Fnaf ( any game but not fan made )

Fnf

Aggretsuko

Cuphead

Dc and marvel( maybe depending on the character because I don't watch their movies much)

Undertale ( any game or AU)

Creepypastas!

Super jail!

Sally face

Metal family

Black butler

Hellsing

Welcome home the puppet show

And please remember these are only HC, scenarios, match ups and oneshots :)

IMPORTANT EXTRA INFO!

My character limit is 6-5

I do all genders she/her.he/him,they/them.he/they/she, etc!

I will do the same prompt with different characters!

You can mix characters from different fandoms in the same request like example: alastor,sally face,and etc ( separately) juts keep in mind the character limit!

I do headcanons and scenarios! + oneshots and match ups

Please be specific if you want a headcanon, oneshot, scenario, or match up

Any characters I will be willing to do! But I may have to re do this one cause I dont have a straight answer for it right now!

[t-z-random]

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Current Available Fandoms: FNAF

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I do child inserts (ALWAYS PLATONIC!)

I don't do anything with adults acting like children(sexually or otherwise). It just feels very weird to me. [Note that this doesn't mean adults acting childish. Just them acting like a literal child]

I do yandere stuff too!

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Imagines - a more in-depth look. Quotes from the characters. No full storyline but all emotions are expressed

Oneshots - short (or maybe not so short) story. These can take a decent amount of time for me to do but tend to turn out really good. You can also ask for a part 2 to any story, though there's no guarantee I'll do so

I only do x reader, sorry :/

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Inbox Rules, Request, Stuff, And Whatever The Fuck

NOTE: I DO WHATEVER REQUESTS I WANT. It is not guaranteed that you'll get your requests answered here, so please keep that in mind. I have a lot of my own ideas I'm working on so I mostly do requests when I have extra time. I may never get to yours

First off feel free to just drop yourself in my inbox about anything! If you wanna vent or ask something about me go right ahead!

I have no aversion to writing NSFW prompts but I'm not doing extreme stuff (scat, gore, dub/noncon, pedo shit, y'all get the point)

Pronouns in my stories are they/them

Feel free to send in more than one ask at a time! I encourage it!

I live off angst (Literally send me the darkest shit please I need my hurt/comfort-)

I do child inserts (ALWAYS PLATONIC!)

I don't do anything with adults acting like children(sexually or otherwise). It just feels very weird to me.

I do yandere stuff. Personally I find it very interesting

I do headcannons, imagines and onshots. Feel free to label your requests as such though you don't have to. My definitions of each are below

Headcannons - simple bulletpoint list. Best for simple prompts. Super short

Imagines - a more in-depth look. Quotes from the characters. No full storyline but all emotions are expressed

Oneshots - short (or maybe not so short) story. These will take an incredibly long time to do for me but tend to turn out really good. You can also ask for a part 2 to any story, though there's no guarantee I'll do so

That's it I think? I might add more later if anything comes up.

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On this blog you will find Onshots, Headcannons, AU's, Cannon Corrections, Fanfictions and other such stuff.

Remember Your P's & Q's

Take a look at fandoms masterlist and fill free to request anything if you like.

Credits/Information for the following

Header image: @syreheaders

Profile images: ???

Dividers: @firefly-graphics

About Me

Call me Tomato.

My pronouns are:

I Am

Masterlists Masterlist

Fandom Masterlist

Other Fans Fanfictions/HC's

My Oc's

Challenges

Blacklisted characters

Whitelisted characters

TWs (they will be warned in the post btw)

Content May Contain

Vulgar Language

YANDERE Behaviors

Abuse

Obsessive actions

Stalking

Violence

Gore

Murder

Drugging

Kidnapping

Mutilation

Self mutilation

Sexual Content

Noncon and/or Dubcon Sexual Content

Self abuse

Self harm

Suicidal thoughts

Suicide

Sadomasochistic behaviors

Aging up characters

Incest

Will Not include any:

Smoking

Zoophilia

Emetophilia, Coprophilia, or Urophillia.

(I'll add more as I run into them)