#yandere rorschach

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I'm sorry can I be weird about platonic Yandere watchmen on main rn? I just think they would be so complicated and toxic and shit but they would tear each other apart for their kids attention. Rorschach would stalk and hunt down anyone who would hurt you. Dan would try so hard to be a normal father figure but he's just so paranoid all of the time? Laurie would try to get you out of being a hero so bad. Adrian would try his hardest to be a beacon of normalcy from the rest. Dr. Manhattan is y'know

I want to say that the Watchmen would be much more toxic towards each other but try for the most part to be pretty good for their kiddo. Neither party thinks the others are anywhere capable of being what their kid needs, each member being a hypocrite in their own right. At first, I could see Dan being the one to persuade everyone to come together and be a family that their darling needs only for that to really be what tears the group apart. It’s Dan, Laurie and Adrian who are the ones who really try and even then Adrian isn’t completely trying. To be honest he would much rather prefer not having this little so called family dynamic thing going on and has his own plans to help make it come to an end. Eventually it’s pretty glaringly obvious that this just isn’t going to work. Everyone has such different ways they want to go about bringing their bby up and their own version of what a family should or shouldn’t be that they all come to a begrudging agreement to co-parent individually, resulting in their obsession being pulled every which way like a crude game of tug of war.

Daniel especially seems to be the one who is really honestly trying to be a typical father figure. He really wants to give his bby the best, not just that but he wants to be the best for them. But he can’t turn off his paranoia, he can’t help but be overwhelmed by the many terrible thoughts and worries that cloud his mind when it comes to his bby’s safety and overall wellbeing. With his constant paranoia and need to protect his bby at all costs, Dan would grow to become smothering towards his darling. He knows they need their space, he knows he shouldn’t be hovering over them as much as he does but he can’t help it. He’s well aware that his actions could very well push his bby away from him and that thought alone scares the hell out of him but he can’t say he doesn’t understand it. Dan wouldn’t blame his kid for wanting some space and as much as he wants to give it to them he can’t bring himself to. At least not completely.

Rorschach comes off more as not being too involved, he’s more hands off than the others but that doesn’t mean he does know what’s going on with their darling. On the contrary, Rorschach is very much aware of everything going on with and around his kid. He keeps a very close eye on them, watching and taking notes of everything happening. It isn’t too often that Rorschach actually physically interacts with his kid but he does keep an excruciatingly close eye on them and protects them from anything he views as a threat. The most interaction Rorschach has with his kiddo is if they were a hero or trying to take on becoming a vigilante, then he would be more inclined to take on more of a mentor role for them in his own way.

Laurie, similar to Dan, tries hard to be the epitome of a good/perfect parent. She wants to be the one her bby can depend on for anything, the first person they run to when they need absolutely anything. She wants to be the one to comfort and love them, she knows she’s the only one who can truly give them that. She wouldn’t be nearly as paranoid as Dan is but she is very much worried about her darling’s safety. Especially if they were in fact a hero/vigilante themself. She would be extremely incessant when it came to trying to get her darling to give it up. She can’t fathom anything happening to them, especially without her being there to prevent it. She would of course seek advice from her own mother about what to do and how to go about things without causing her darling to pull away from her. Of course her greatest fear is anything happening to her darling at all but her second biggest fear was having her darling hate her. She didn’t want that, she couldn’t possibly bear it.

Adrian would try to give their darling more of a semblance of normalcy to a degree but he mostly just spoils the absolute hell out of them. He wants to make it very clear who the better parent is out of the Watchmen and it’s him. He proves just how much he can give and provide his bby. Anything they wanted, Adrian could give them easily. Out of all the Watchmen, Adrian is the most cunning and willing to sabotage his fellow Watchmen when it comes to gaining the favor of their darling. He’s not nearly as fearful of having his darling hate him, of course it would bother him but he knows he’s doing what’s best for them. Even if that means keeping them locked up against their will in his own personal oasis. But that wouldn’t be the first thing he does, no, he would work up to that later on. Baby steps after all. Adrian wouldn’t necessarily be accepting of his darling being a hero/vigilante but he would come off far more supportive and encouraging of it then he actually is. He’d even go as far as to give his bby the best tech needed to ensure their safety and help them with their heroic endeavors. But really, Adrian wants nothing more than for his bby to not be involved with crime fighting whatsoever. Maybe it’s him using reverse psychology on them or just him biding his time and trying to play himself off as such so that he’s seen as the more accepting and better Watchmen in his bby’s eyes because of it. Either way, Adrian would devise a plan to get his darling to stop crime fighting one way or another, whether by their own accord or he has to force their hand into doing so. Adrian wouldn’t be too opposed to formulating a plan to do just that even if it meant traumatizing and even scarring his darling in the process so long as it worked out in his favor. And of course he would come to save the day at just the right moment, further proving to the Reader just who exactly is the most dependable and caring parent out of the Watchmen.

Jon could very easily take the darling away from the other Watchmen members if he so wanted and he would. In the beginning he decides to go along with the whole family dynamic thing and sharing of their darling. For a while it’s alright and he could tolerate the others being so involved with his kid but when everything falls apart and the fighting starts up even worse then before, Jon would feel the need to take the darling away from the situation. When the prospect of co-parenting comes up, Jon doesn’t really want to take part in it. He knows a repeat of before is bound to happen and he doesn’t want his darling forced into the middle of it all. But reluctantly he would agree if only to oversee the other members’ interactions with his bby. It doesn’t take long for him to regret having not taken his darling after the first time. Sure things aren’t necessarily bad but they aren’t what their kid deserves either. It isn’t until the other Watchmen are at each other’s throats again when Jon decides enough is enough and takes the darling away right before everyone’s eyes. And he takes them far, far away. From everything unworthy of so much as being near his bby. He knows the others will come looking for them, they already started the second he up and left with their kid but he also knows it’ll take them awhile to find exactly where they are. Until then he has plenty of time with his bby all to himself.

[yandere-toons]

I heard you got into Watchmen, so naturally I had to dump my headcanons for what the platonic yandere watchmen characters would be like (heads up, if you haven't finished reading it already or watching the movie this contains spoilers!)

-I can see the watchmen characters becoming protective over a teenage!vigilante reader. I like to imagine they're the sidekick of Nite Owl, and that's how they encounter everybody else.

-i can see Ozymandias killing The Comedian for reader, even if he was a platonic yandere too for reader Ozymandias would recognize that he's a horrible person, and isn't the kind of person he'd want to be around reader. He'd definitely take him out not only for his grand plan, but definitely to protect reader, too.

-Ozymandias would definitely use his wealth to spoil reader.  

-Nite Owl and Silk Spectre would both be like over protective parents for reader, Nite Owl would freak out if they got any sort of injury while Silk Spectre would be super protective of them around Rorschach, since we all know how she feels about him.

-Dr.Manhattan would definitely be an interesting character to think about, he'd definitely be fascinated by reader, maybe he's interested in the way they can diffuse situations with criminals, how they can calm them down and comfort them.

-I can see Rorschach being protective of them too for the exact same reason as dr.manhattan. he'd view them as "too pure, too innocent, too trusting". He'd only get worse with his overprotectiveness and paranoia after he snaps after the kidnapping of the little girl. I don't think he'd be able to get the idea of them being in her shoes out of his head. Rorschach would not hesitate to take out or MAYBE just break the fingers of anybody that dares to hurt reader with him watching. He'd also definitely stalk them when he's not being Rorschach. 

-I also wonder if Dr Manhattan would try to take reader with him when he goes to Mars, so he could examine them forever.

-Ozymandias would definitely make sure reader isn't in New York when he enacts his plan, he'd definitely take them without warning while the rest of the characters are losing it wondering where they could be.

I'd love to hear what you think about these headcanons, I'm HYPED for any watchmen platonic yandere headcanons you write in the future! 

[angelofthenight]

Adrian Veidt/Ozymandias (Watchmen): Yandere Alphabet (+ add. h/cs)

(Fem!Reader)

Overall warnings: Yandere, Dark themes, Gaslighting, Violence/Murder, Unhealthy relationship, Jealousy/Possessiveness, Social isolation, Manipulation, Obsessiveness, Stalking/Spying, Controlling behavior, Power imbalance, Swearing, Kidnapping, Dub-con

( This was the fastest I’ve ever written a piece, literally in one night so excuse it if it sounds rushed at times, coz I just wanted to get Watchmen out of my system so I could focus on my other fics. Also this is based on a combination of the movie interpretation and comic counterpart of Adrian )

( A few letters in the Alphabet are out of order to get the foundation set )

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Love story: How did they meet their darling? How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

You were caught in the grasp of a villain on a rooftop after the superheroes Nite Owl and Rorschach beat his barbaric goons to bloody pulps. The costumed lunatic held a knife to your hoarse throat while you sobbed and hyperventilated, warning the two vigilantes that if they came any closer he would slice your neck wide open. Your mind was too fogged with hysterical terror to understand the conversation but the next thing you felt was the villain chucking you over the ledge of the roof as he made a run for it. You just accepted your brutal death, knowing there was no way to get out of this, until your body collided into a pair of strong arms.

Your pink eyes locked with Ozymandias’ soft ones, him holding a calm smile. Your heavy breathing was unstable and tears still cascaded down your cheeks when you abruptly threw your face into the crook of his neck to sob with your arms grasping helplessly around his shoulders. You trembling terribly and despite being a hero for quite awhile now, Adrian had never been this close to a victim before. It was always fleeting moments with saving victims but as you shook and clung to him, he truly did feel like a superhero in that moment.

Even as the cops came to arrest the criminals and as the press interviewed Nite Owl, you still held onto him with your face buried into his shoulder as if you were holding on for your actual life. When he asked if you were okay, you snapped out of it and allowed him to softly plant you onto your feet. You were still visibly horrified and he asked you if you would like him to walk you home since of the late hour. You gradually accepted the offer after your own hesitation and his reassurance that he wouldn’t mind and that he would actually prefer it to ensure your safety and wellbeing.

So he walked you home, talking with you to help you calm down. He didn’t even realize how much he learned about you. He couldn’t sleep that night. The scene of him saving you and you clinging to him replaying over and over and over again.

A few times he had played around your intimate (at least to him) scenario like imagining you refusing to let go of him, you being flustered when he catches you, and a few times he imagined himself locking your lips within his own or you engaging it as a “thank you, you’re my hero”.

Even as days passed he couldn’t stop thinking about you, so much that it started to affect his performance and attention. If you have a song stuck in your head on loop, listening to the song makes it stop. So he told himself he just needed to see you again to be able to go on with his life in peace and without distraction, because that’s what you were becoming: a distraction.

During the talk to calm you down, you told him where you worked. So, out of costume, he went to the coffee cafe you worked full time at. It was easy to get your attention with his wealthy image and known name and with his charming and colorful persona it was easy to strike up a conversation with you. To him, you were hitting it off amazingly and you would even listen intently as he’d talk about Egyptian culture. But in reality you had tried to end the conversation more than twice. Maybe you were just untrustworthy of the wealthy but there was something about him that just seemed so… fake. You just weren’t that interested in him.

But he just kept coming, almost everyday, and stays sat at the counter in front of your station for practically half of your shift just conversing with you. He thinks he’s swooning you, completely oblivious to the fact that he’s annoying you and on the brink of creeping you out. But that becomes not enough for him, he starts to find himself stalking you outside of work and soon enough plants cameras in your apartment. He feels as if he just needs to get a glimpse of you in order to get through his day. It’s actually ridiculous.

The more he scratches his own itch, the itchier it gets. Now he’s meticulously planning your interactions, like “bumping into you on the street” and “coincidentally” ending up at the same stores as you, as well as manipulating situations. He even one time anonymously paid a guy to verbally harass and berate you at work just so he could step in to protect/defend you and send the “disrespectful” man out of your cafe. That did nothing but stroke his own narcissistic savior-complex.

When the news station on the TV replayed last night's live interview with the superhero group, Adrian asked you if you had a favorite of the Crimebusters. You told him you were biased with your personal favorite, Ozymandias, because of how he was the one to save your life once.

That was all Adrian needed to cross the first line. At first he hired just one criminal to corner you in an alleyway, try to mug and give you a good scare. Then your knight in shining armor comes to your rescue, resulting in you showering him in your gratitude while trembling to the bone and full of tears. He walked you home again, calmly conversing with you just like the first time except he noticed that you seemed more at ease with Ozymandias than Adrian Veidt. But then he started hiring more people to give you scares and serious threats, his superhero persona saving you each time. He just felt so… good when you relied on him and cowered into his arms.

Of course you noticed that ever since Mr. Veidt entered your life, bad things have suddenly started happening to you once a week or two; dangerous trouble following you as if it were your very own shadow. But just your luck, you were saved each and every time by the tall and blond Crimebuster. Of course you knew it was weird, it often made you unable to sleep. You’ve brought it up to Ozy after he saved you from an attempted sexual assault, but he simply saw it as him always being at the right place and the right time. He told you that these specific streets were his patrol area. Sometimes it sounded like he was blaming you for always getting in trouble, it made you feel like you were losing it. Your feelings about Ozy lost its comfort, there was something with him that began to unsettle you.

You came to the conclusion that Adrian Veidt just had bad people after him and because of how often he came to see you those people were going to harm you to get to him. You wanted Adrian out of your life, hell, you weren’t even really that fond of him anyway. Your “friendship” was basically one sided. You believed that if you fucked him, he would finally leave your life and take his enemies with him. You believed a good fuck was just all he wanted from you, what he has been trying to get this whole time. That’s all what he wants, that’s always what men want.

Fortuitously, Adrian came to the same conclusion. He realized how much you were affecting his life and work and himself. He believed he just needed to fuck you to finally satisfy his desire for you, then he’d return to normal.

And so, the two of you had sex. And it was truthfully incredible. He even made you finish. Adrian slept peacefully that night, knowing he could finally move on with his life without you constantly distracting him. But sex just makes it worse. It makes it so much worse. Because that just made him realize that he wants so much more than sex from you, that he is in love with you.

Your eyes nearly popped out of your skull when the next day Adrain came to your work with a bouquet of big red roses. No. No, this couldn’t be happening. He called you endearing names like “my dear” and “darling”. You felt sick. He continuously did this the following days. You politely declined all the flowers and gifts with reasonable enough excuses for him to take them back. You never humored him or encouraged any of his behavior, you relentlessly gave him signs and hints that you didn’t feel the same way at all. But he was either too delusional to pick them up or he just simply ignored them.

He soon told himself that you would be less tense around him if you knew that your lover and your superhero were one and the same. He felt like you deserved to know. So he told you, but you didn’t believe him until you saw the proof. You felt even more sick when you saw it.

You didn’t know what to do. You felt at the end of your rope. You nervously stuttered out reasons why you couldn’t be with him because of his double life: you didn’t want to worry about him every night, you feared villains might use you against him, you think he wouldn’t have time for you outside of saving the city and fighting villains, you wouldn’t want to make him choose between you and the city, etc.

You felt pathetic and ashamed that you didn’t have the courage to tell him plain and simple that you did not want to be with him because you just didn’t see him in that way… at all.

The next day what you saw on the evening news at work made you drop a plate, your jaw dropping and your pulse skyrocketing. Ozymandias revealed his secret identity to the world… and announced his retirement. Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no, no, nononononono-

You were closing the cafe all by yourself at the late hour when Adrian came in with the happiest smile. You kept your distance as horror gripped around you suffocatingly.

“You… you shouldn’t have done that. Not for me.”

“Why not? Now you don’t have to worry any longer. Now we can finally be together.”

You stared at him in disbelief, not believing your eyes. “…Smartest man alive my ass.” You mumbled before you suddenly snapped. “Don’t you get it?! I am not interested! I never have been from the very beginning! That night was just supposed to be a one-night-stand, that was all!”

Adrian’s expression was frozen in confusion and shock. “You don’t mean that.”

“Yes I fucking do! Open your eyes! You’re fucking crazy! You are delusional! Now please, I am begging you, get out of my life and leave me alone! You narcissistic creep!”

He left after a minute of staring at your petrified, furious composure. You finished closing with a haunting, foreboding feeling lingering over your shoulders. That was just your intuition warning you of what was to come.

Because Adrian kidnapped you from your home that very same night.

Kisses: What exactly made them fall for their darling?

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

There was many factors that prompted him to fall for you but the top three reasons were:

Damsel in distress: That feeling he felt within his bones when he caught you that night before you could hit the pavement and you huddled into him with your arms tightly around him while you shook and wept. He never felt like more of a hero than in that moment. He desperately chases that warm, buzzing feeling and you were the only one who made him feel it. Every superhero needed their damsel in distress, and you were just the perfect victim.

Desperation for love and connection: He had always felt alone and isolated from the rest of the world with his unnaturally high intelligence. He couldn’t connect with anyone in grade school, he couldn’t connect with the Crimebusters, he couldn’t connect with his business partners, he couldn’t connect with anyone alive. But he felt an electrifying connection with you. He doesn’t even know exactly what it was from. When he monitored you in your home he compulsively searched for things that related the two of you together. Deep down, this was just because he was desperate for love, for a companion, to be loved by that companion (and u know what they say: it’s lonely at the top). He just needed one thing to convince him that you were soulmates meant to- You had a cat… He loves cats!

Savior complex: The damsel in distress thing he has with you heavily fuels his savior complex. He is convinced you need him. He has made it his sworn duty to save you and therefore protect you. You need him, even more if you don’t know it. And bonus points if you have a toxic boyfriend, family, roommate, landlord, or boss. You need him to save you from it all. Even though your lifestyles were seemingly polar opposites, he came to the conclusion that you both were just made for something bigger. You two were born in the wrong timeline. You both deserved to be royalty. That’s why he found it incredibly insulting watching you wash dishes at your job and endure all the bratty customers that had endless complaints. You didn’t deserve to live like that. He had to save you. He will save you.

He wants you to be his queen, but also his damsel in distress. It’s a complex dynamic that is just nothing but unhealthy.

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

Adrian's love and affection would be displayed through grand gestures and displays of devotion. He would go to extreme lengths to ensure your happiness and safety, even if it meant sacrificing others to fulfill what he thinks will accomplish those two things. He would shower you with extravagant gifts and orchestrate elaborate romantic moments/experiences, he’s overall a very flashy lover which could morph into something overwhelming and suffocating. The intensity of his actions would escalate over time, eventually crossing ethical boundaries and causing harm to others just to prove to you his devotion.

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

He prefers to keep his human exterminations neat and clean. But on the other hand he would be very willing to get very messy. He would not hesitate to eliminate anyone he perceives as a threat to your relationship, even if it means resorting to extreme and disastrous measures like manipulation, deception, and violence: overall very morally questionable actions. But don’t worry, he always cleans up after himself.

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

Once abducted, he treats it like it was all for the best, like he saved you. He’d tell you that you will be far better off with him. That God complex and savior complex of his makes him incredibly delusional. He’d be overprotective (even though you’re in his own home) and very controlling. He’d treat you like a queen, a goddess, making sure you have everything you could ever need or want. But even though you lived like an empress in luxury, you still felt like a prisoner more than anything.

Adrian wouldn’t mock you at all, he’s relatively very calm and patient with you, other than patronizing you in a dismissing tone when you attempt to attack him and/or escape.

“Grow up.”

After awhile he will eventually take you out back into public, only linked to his arm though (like you’re a dog on a leash).

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

Yes, he would. He is so manipulative and controlling and crosses many lines and many of your boundaries. He might even harm you to ensure your obedience and loyalty. He is forceful and uncompromising and intimidates you to do his self-indulgent requests. Your sex always falls under dub-con as you can never find the courage to deny him and push him away, resulting in just letting him get what he wants.

If it wasn’t already obvious he also forces you into a relationship with him, and makes it public without your consent.

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

He bares a significant portion of his heart to you. He’s not ashamed to be vulnerable with you as he is extremely and deeply invested in your relationship. He would be willing to do anything to protect you and do anything for you. Although he does keep many secrets from you.

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

He would feel a mix of anger, frustration, and disappointment. He would take it very personally and view it as a betrayal. And like I said before, this is when he’s willing to mock you for your attempts. You seriously think you could outrun him? Over power him? Outsmart him? Can you actually see yourself winning in a fight against the Ozymandias? Are you stupid or are you just delusional? Fighting back would just make it worse for yourself since now he’s even more determined to exert control over you.

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

It’s not a game to him but he will admit that he does find some thrilling enjoyment in the chase. It almost brings him back to his superhero glory days catching a villain. But don’t pull this often though.

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

Your worst experience with him would probably be when you got very close to escaping, the closest you’ve ever been. You had turned the manipulation tables around on him and got yourself an opening to escape. After weeks of appealing to his ego and god/savior complex and demonstrating clinginess to him, you finally got him wrapped around your little finger. You seduced him to bed and right before things got too heated, you coquettishly asked him to go get champagne. He all-too eagerly complied and practically skipped out the bedroom to get the drink.

What the smartest man alive didn’t know was that the champagne bottle was underneath the bed. And without wasting a second you dug into the jacket he dropped on the floor, when he hastily tried to undress, for the keycard that unlocked the front door. With it now tightly in your grasp, you made the quietest run for it, bolting out the bedroom. You quickly unlocked the front apartment door and slipped out into the hallway to sprint down the stairs, too much of a risk waiting for an elevator in pursuit of the lobby on the bottom floor to finally expose Adrian for what he really was.

Adrian was growing tempered as he scrambled for the bottle, unable to find it anywhere, and the image of how willing you were for him on his silk sheets on his mind made him far too impatient when searching. He eventually said “fuck it” and returned to the room to tell you he’d get you champagne afterwards. He froze halfway into the bedroom when he found you absent. He blinked, glanced around the room once, then let out a growling huff of “NO” before thrashing his desk to the ground then rushing out of the room and to the front door. The notice that it was unlocked assured him what you were attempting.

He effortlessly caught up to you on the flight of stairs and tackled your heaving body, sending you both tumbling down the rest of the few remaining steps in an entangled mess. Once you finally hit the ground you pushed through your physical exhaustion and dizziness to open the door right next to you, the light of the lobby temporarily blinding you. You inhaled to scream for help but one hand clasped over your mouth and one hand gripped onto your throat, aggressively tugging you back through the door before anyone had the chance to notice you.

With a hand squeezing your throat and the other still tightly across your mouth and jaw, Adrian slammed your back against the wall. His face was pink with fury, a vein bulging on his forehead, his gritted teeth bared. He growled viciously at you, his words translating to a deafening ring in your ears as your terror and adrenaline rendered you paralyzed. But his violent threats were clear to you, as well as the realization of the extent of Adrian's obsession with you and the lengths he would go to possess and control you.

He harshly knocked you out to drag you back up the stairs.

You still had nightmares about that night.

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

In his ideal future with you, you’re married and you are completely devoted to him as he is to you… and he has full control over your life and decisions.

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

Yes, his jealousy is surprisingly very intense and a little scary. He’s so convinced that you two have a bonding connection that he has this weird paranoia that everyone else is trying to ruin your connection, that anyone and everyone is trying to rip you from his grasp.

It depends on the situation and location with how he would act.

If it’s someone flirting with you or even simply getting too chatty or close to you, he tries to maintain his composure due to being in public. But on the inside he’s absolutely raging. His body language would grow rigid and tense, and his jaw and fists would clench and tighten. The worse he’d look to others is simply just agitation and annoyance. But it’s much darker than that on the inside.

It’s not that he’s insecure that you’d like someone else better, it’s his possessiveness that blinds him and perceives the interaction as a threat, that the person is trying to take you away from him. He’ll quickly insert himself into your conversation, casually bring up you two were an item and even lived together, then eventually take you away from the exchange. Later that night when you two are alone he might lash out in anger at you. He isn’t blaming you but he unintentionally takes his anger out on you verbally.

If it’s a friend you’ve been spending a little too much time with, he will constantly be monitoring you through cameras due to his controlling behavior. He will begin socially isolating you and keep adding things to your schedule to eliminate the free time that you’d spend with the lowlife. If it doesn’t make enough of a difference that pleases him, he might resort to manipulation and threats to maintain his perceived ownership of you.

His jealousy would deeply affect him emotionally. He’s a mess of possessiveness and the fear of losing you. This all consumes him, leading to heightened paranoia and more inability to trust others. His jealousy could drive him to extreme actions that he condones with the simple “it was the last resort”. You wouldn’t miss any of those people you got a little close with yesterday if they suddenly turned up bloody in the newspaper, right?

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

Yes, drastically. He puts up this charming, composed facade to his comrades and the public. To everyone he was just this respectful pacifist vegetarian with a very caring and conscientious reputation. But that was just a mask concealing his true colors, the true colors that you had the misfortune of being exposed to. His true colors reveal how arrogant, egotistic, and cold he really is, how intense his God complex actually is. And his obsession and twisted love for you would create a much darker and volatile side of his personality that no one has seen. You’ve seen with your own eyes the extreme lengths he’d go to to protect and control you, showing a stark contrast to his demeanor with others.

Nemesis: Who do they consider a rival?

Not anyone specific, but he would consider literally anyone who poses a perceived threat to his relationship with you as a rival. Like someone who shows interest in or gets close to you, or even someone he perceives as a potential obstacle in your relationship. He views his rivals with intense jealousy and will go to extreme lengths to eliminate or neutralize them. He basically has the paranoia of someone in a contest/competition with the rest of the world, and if you were the end prize he is not afraid to play dirty against the other contenders. He will win.

Obsession: Are they more obsessive or possessive?

I honestly see it as 50/50. He’s obsessed with you to an unhealthy, unsettling, worrying amount. He is completely fixated on you and finds you as the most interesting person he’s ever met. He is obsessed and fascinated with every aspect of your character. He is constantly thinking about you, every single one of his unrelated thoughts always ends with you and he is casually clingy, always wanting to be near you. He’s overly attached to you and before he kidnapped you, stalking you was one of his favorite things to do.

Adrian, in his most simplest form, is just a love-sick creep.

But at the same time, he is incredibly possessive of you. He wants to assert control over you and destroy any perceived threats to your relationship or his animalistic claim on you. He just wants to have you. He will sabotage any and all of your relationships and even harm anyone who gets too close. But this equal combination just makes him an even more dangerous lover.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

I think he would have a high level of patience with you. With your bad behavior, he’s willing to wait and endure any obstacles/challenges that come his way in order to maintain your relationship. Though most of the time he just sees your severe mental breakdowns as mere temper tantrums. And just like a child, you’ll tire out of your little moody tantrum. And when it comes to waiting for you to return his love, he’s also patient. He 100% believes that you will eventually love him back. You two are soulmates, so it’s only natural that you’ll stop resisting and let your attraction sink in.

Additionally, when after his plan is executed and you are so mortified of what he’s done that you won’t even let him touch you or get too close to you, he is still patient with waiting for you to get over it.

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

If you died, he would be profoundly devastated and feel like he lost an actual part of himself, like you took a part of him to die with you. He’d never move on, it’d be the most difficult thing he’s ever faced. His obsession and attachment to you are too deeply ingrained inside him. He’d become consumed by his grief, leading to disturbing actions in the future. Also, he’d become a little careless with himself and wouldn’t really care if he risked his life, his own life is significantly less in value to him without you, and that’s saying a lot considering how highly he views himself. He doesn’t want to live in a world where you’re no longer breathing, he wants to reunite with you.

Let’s be honest, you wouldn’t be able to leave him. He would never allow you to go. But if he noticed that it has been on your mental wishlist, he’d resort to extreme measures to try and win back your love, as if he even had it in the first place.

If you successfully escaped, he’d become morbidly obsessed with tracking you down and would resort to extreme measures to regain back control. He is unhealthily determined to find you.

Move on? What a joke. He will never let go of you.

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

With his extreme obsession and distorted perception of love, he would never feel guilty. He truly believes he is in the right and that you should be grateful and happy. This is just an act of protecting you and preserving your relationship. He just wants to give you the life you deserve, what’s so wrong with that? He would never willingly release you. His possessiveness and need for control are far too severe.

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

He hates it. It saddens and concerns him. He just wants you to be happy, why aren’t you happy? He’s given you everything you could ever ask for, including his infinite love and unwavering devotion. Is it the color of the walls? Because those could be repainted! Was dinner not cooked right? He’ll fire the chef and find the best one in the world! Unless you’d feel safest with him preparing your food, that could be arranged too!

He’ll go to comfort you to the best of his physical abilities, wanting to be the only one to provide solace and support. Your tears will appeal to his savior complex heavily, assuring him that you do need him. He wants to save you.

Although he wouldn’t say it to your face, but you know you wouldn’t be miserable right now if you just accepted his love and reciprocated it. You’re making your own life worse.

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

He varies from the classic yandere archetype due to the Watchmen storyline and he might differ with the methods he uses to assert control. Even though he gets very violent and murderous with his motivations to have you, he’s still much more of a pacifist compared to the classic yandere.

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

It would be a great challenge but if you could find a way to manipulate his emotions or appeal to his huge ego or savior-complex, it might create an opportunity for escape. You might even be able to appeal to his sense of morality. But this would all require careful planning and you need to take the time to understand his psyche.

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

Potentially, if he believes it is necessary to protect or possess you. The most violent he would get with you is when capturing you during an escape attempt and dragging you back home.

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

He has an extreme level of reverence and worship towards you. He literally views you as a goddess bound to a human body. He would go to great lengths to win you over. At first it would just be extravagant gifts and surprises as well as dreamy promises but then as time goes on he would resort to manipulation, forceful control, or committing harmful actions in the name of love.

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

He pines after you for an extended period of time, his obsession slowly taking over him. He officially snaps and crosses the next line when you screamed your rejection at him. He felt as if his perfect world shattered around him, the shards ripping him apart. It’s that night that he simply just couldn’t take it anymore and steals what he wants.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He really doesn’t want it to come to that, but he is capable of it if he believes it will ultimately strengthen your bond or maintain control over you.

Extra headcanons:

♡ I believe the bigger his ego grows, the more his obsession with you intensifies

♡ He’s constantly seeking your validation and reassurance, when he gets really vulnerable with it he almost looks like a little boy (you saw how he got with Jon at the end of the comic)

♡ He’s highly calculated and strategic in his pursuit of your love

♡ His wealth, reputation, and resourcefulness makes him formidable and dangerous

♡ He’s low key convinced that you did used to love him but somewhere along the way he lost it. Now he’s hell-bent to get it back

♡ He has surveillance and cameras hidden all over the apartment, literally three different angles in every room, so he can still watch you and keep tabs on you while at work. He also just has an unsettling fascination with your every move

♡ Yes he does own a shrine of you

♡ This happens extremely slowly, but he socially isolates you more and more and while his obsession deepens and his morality is deforming, then it transitions into isolating you from the outside world. You eventually end up in a secret underground “lair”, he just wants you to belong to him and him alone

♡ His switch between his charming public persona and his dark, possessive side with you gives you mental whiplash

♡ He spouts out speeches to you about how much he loves you with that space-out look in his eyes, his words filled with dark and possessive undertones which unsettle you greatly

♡ He’s madly greedy with your attention

♡ The retired Crimebusters potentially might interfere with your unhealthy relationship if they notice Adrian’s obsessive and possessive behavior, put their two-cents in on what they think. Adrian feels threatened by their interference and gets defensive/hostile towards them. He’s determined to protect your relationship, even from people he liked to call his friends

♡ Rorschach is a different story. When he first sees you in the paper linked with Adrian, he thinks you’re a gold digging whore set on sabotaging Adrian. He’s suspicious and distrustful of you. But when he stalked you and Adrian on the streets multiple times, he began to notice how just… unhappy you looked. When Adrian wasn’t looking you would glare at him, you tensed when he touched or kissed you, you repeatedly scanned your surroundings as if looking for somewhere to run, and overall unhappy. All this prompted Rorschach to believe that there was something more going on with the city’s golden couple, something dark hidden

♡ After weeks of digging and investigating and interrogating, Rorschach learns the whole truth. And he’s frankly disgusted with Adrian. He’s the one that tries to intervene the most and take action to protect your well-being and prevent any potential harm. But, when he catches onto Rorschach, Adrian does every little thing in his power to keep him away from you

♡ One of the reasons he chooses his own city to destroy for his plan is to finally and permanently eliminate everyone from your life. Now he’s finally the only one in your life. Why are you crying? He is all that you’re ever going to need, he is more than enough

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The rose garden - Chapter 1

I will be uploading the whole thing here, it's just going take a little time, but if you want to read more right now, there's more on my AO3 <3

Summary - You are just an author wanting to put your writing out there and carry on with your life, but when two people end up murdered, things you write about seem to be more real than just pure fiction.

Pairing - Yandere!Suguru Geto x Fem!Reader, Detective!Satoru Gojo x Fem!reader (Sort of. One sided)

Word count - 3.9k

Full tags (master list for the entire fic, will add TW and significant tags in each chapter) - DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! PLEASE READ THE TAGS!!! because this is gonna get dark, NSFW,SMUT,NO USE OF Y/N, YANDERE!SUGURU GETO,Porn With Plot, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, PornwithFeelings,EstablishedRelationship,PleasureDom,Codependency,Murder,Torture,Conspiracy,Cunnilingus,Orgasm Control,Multiple Orgasms,Minor Original Character(s),psychiatry,Medication,Power Imbalance,Vaginal Fingering,Disembowelment,Manipulation,Gaslighting,Rimming, Praise Kink,Grinding,mentions of blowjobs,Dry Humping,thigh riding,Dark,Autopsy,Aftercare,Hunting,Guns,Perceived infidelity,Body Horror,Smoking,Vaginal Sex,Misogyny,Public Stimulation,One sided sexual tension,Invasion of Privacy,Strangulation,Reader-Insert,Serious Satoru Gojo,Orgasm Edging,Obsession,Accidental Voyeurism,Angst,Questions of masculinity, stabbing, shooting

One hell of a launch, now I just have to write the damn thing.

An award for your cabinet.

Tags for chapter - Fem!Reader has some anxiety, Suguru is a therapist, Established relationship, Pleasure dom. Smut, Vaginal fingering, Multiple orgasms, Nipple licking, Orgasm control

Darling, 

Your books are exemplary. So much emotion, darkness and pure, raw principles to execute the perfect story. I look forward to reading more, be brave and explore the unknown, your true fans will always be there for you. 

And I’m your number one fan. I always will be. 

—

Well, your fiancé was your number one fan, but it helped getting fan mail like that.

Getting up in front of a large group of people who were all aiming for the yearly award in the dark fiction world wasn’t easy. Especially when half of the authors in there glared at you with fiery eyes when your name was called to receive it.

Those who were awarded, had the opportunity to launch and promote their new book. “Hello, uh, this is such a shock. T-thank you for the nomination and this award…” 

What should you say now?

It didn’t help that you had crippling stage fright. “I’d like to thank my agent, my editor, and the wonderful team I met along the way to get this book off the ground. It has definitely come with its hurdles and you all came through for me. But most of all, I’d like to thank one person in particular who has been my top fan in the highs and lows, and never lost faith in watching me do what I love to do.”

He was sitting right at the front next to your empty seat, your name cards nestled next to one another in tandem. “And that’s my partner. Suguru. Thank you, hon. I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you.”

He smiled sweetly and blew a kiss from the audience to which you caught. “So… It is with great pleasure to announce my next book. Coming this year…”

A staff member came to the stage carrying an art stand for the reveal of the cover you agonised over weeks to get right. “‘A fate sealed’ was the first book, and I’d like to introduce the second instalment in the series…”

The man approaching placed it down and ripped the cover away to reveal the picture. “Severed connections.”

The room erupted with a roar of applause and their faces studied the new book cover, a series of blotches and blood stained shoes, taking inspiration from a piece of art you saw last year at an exhibition out of town and a homage to the ink splodge Rorschach test you were familiar with from your fiancé.

Well they seem to like it. The hours crying over it not being right were worth it in the end.

“Uh, t-thank you everyone.” 

You weren’t sure what to make of the award, it laid heavily in your hands, cradled almost with an ornate open book and cartoonish knife to mark the genre. Certainly a first for the cabinet at home which had sat empty for over a year.

And now, you finally had something to put in it.

It took everything in your power not to run from the stage straight to the comfort of Suguru’s arms, but he was already there waiting for you to take your hand at the bottom of the stage steps.

“Sweetie, you did perfect.” He pressed a delicate kiss to your temple.

“It wasn’t too much? I didn’t really know what to say.” Sliding your arm around his instinctively, you showed him the award. “It’s neat, right? Sort of heavy. Could knock someone out with this thing actually.”

“It was the right amount of what you needed to say.” Suguru must have noticed your rambling because he engulfed your hand in his for safety, grounding you a little. “It’s wonderful, that’ll look perfect in the cabinet. We can put it in when we crack the champagne open, alright?”

“You got champagne? We didn’t know if I was even going to get nominated.” It was a confidence issue. You knew that.

He led you over to your seat and set the award down for the other nominees to be announced. “Well I knew you were going to be. So we’ll enjoy it together.”

There wasn’t really ever a time when you sat next to each other that Suguru’s hand wasn’t touching you in some shape or form. For the most part, as the others got up for their awards, his fingertips rested on the back of your neck, caressing part of your hairline like a comfort for himself.

Ten awards were handed out for each sub genre of dark fiction, yours being romance- thriller. You were not a seasoned veteran by any stretch, but three years and counting, it was the most shocking surprise to be called.

The vibe in the grand hall was exquisite, elated dancing, call outs and scouters already fishing for new faces and work to start the new book year in launch season. A few months from now and a book of your own would make the brave appearance for a second time in a year.

The only thing you had to do now was actually finish it so your agent could do her job. Writing was the hard part, and boy, were you struggling this time around.

Well, you actually had to start writing it in the first place. 

Anxiety was a killer, deadlines were even worse testing the boundaries and mortality of your own brain stem, forcing too hard for an end result. Your agent was really going to kill you. 

What else could have killed you? The amount of glares in your direction that were seemingly directed at your award.

It was known in the industry that, by the news articles, you were the ‘underdog’. Not your choice of word and undoubtedly a conscious decision by critics to throw a stack of sharpened blades into a bag while they shook it up for drama, or whatever odd reaction they wanted.

Unfortunately, with plenty of mud slung, that was the poor word that stuck, and seasoned authors did not appreciate it. 

Words hurt, some more than others, but it didn’t matter most of the time. Suguru stood by your side with a soothing touch and kept you grounded to soldier on. Like the most handsome, well connected personal shield to deflect the negativity and allow you to keep on doing what you loved.

After all, writing did start off as a hobby, not a full time job. You just happened to have the opportunity to get paid for it once you had found the appropriate publisher.

“Oh, it’s you.” An author stood there in a beautiful emerald gown, a writer who was as talented as she was known.

She contributed to the same sub- genre. She did not, however, collect an award tonight.

Her pseudonym was Ella.

“You won an award?” If only her acting skills were as diverse as her writing. Maybe then she might have been able to convince you.

You lifted it up, Suguru’s hand lingered over your waist. “Yeah… I did.”

She folded her arms dismissively, and noticed a friend of hers came up alongside her. “I didn’t see, must have stepped outside to use the bathroom or something.” She eyed the award briefly. “That’s cool.”

“Thank you.” You were still humble. “It was a massive shock-“

“Have you met my friend?” Ella side tracked you immensely. “She’s an aspiring author. Up and coming actually.”

“Oh Ella.” She appeared embarrassed, but her acting skills needed some work too. “Oh… Doctor Geto? Your…” That reaction was sincere.

Suguru smiled and still held close. “Hello, what a surprise to see you here.”

You looked to him for an answer. He obliged. “We know each other through work.”

That meant in his own words, that she was a client of his.

Suguru was the perfect shield. He also stayed back and allowed you to fight your own battles. More or less, he dealt with the aftermath. Not the healthiest attachment to which he had already pointed out, yet still indulged you. You saw it more as relying on each other.

“Y-yeah. Through work.” The girl nodded with a curt smile. “Anyway, we should go, Ella. I think your publisher wants you.”

“Bye.” It was short, but you always tried to stay cordial.

You turned to your fiancé after they left without responding. “Through work, huh?”

He stared them down as they left and stole a kiss at your forehead. “Yeah, just regular work stuff. Nothing important.”

That made you smile. “I was just regular work stuff once.”

“You may be many things, sweetie. But ‘regular’ you are not. You never were.” Oh yes, you were also a client of Suguru’s. Well, former.

You just got a proposal instead of a filled prescription.

Whenever he talked like that, it sent flutters in the depths of your stomach, especially in close proximity to his touch. Suguru took care of you to which you were endlessly grateful. He was a caring man, giving in every way and expected nothing from you but your love and trust.

Though tonight, it was inevitable that it would not end by the two of you sleeping. It was entirely possible you would fall into bed with his head between your thighs.

“It’s lovely you think that way, Doctor Geto. ”

He exhaled with amusement and looked at you like you were the only person in the room. “I always do. Soon to be, Mrs Geto. ”

Just the name made you giddy.

As soon as the book was finished, planning would commence and you could invest all your time into planning the wedding.

You both looked at eachother like you were the only two in the world. “Why don’t we take your award home and celebrate-“

“Hey!” Through the crowd, abruptly causing a ruckus was your literary agent, Akari Nitta. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere- hey Geto, it’s nice to see you. It’s been a while.”

“It has. It’s good to see you.” Suguru gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and let go. “I’ll let you get on with it. Come find me when you’re ready to go.” 

You agreed and watched him leave. Nitta leant to the side and sighed wistfully, observing him go and disappear into the crowd.

“How on earth is he so perfect? God it makes me sick.”

“I often ask myself that too. I wonder why he puts up with me if I’m honest.” 

Why did he? An insecurity of yours that was no less vocal most of the time. 

As honest and hard as your job was, you made a living writing about murder and conspiracies, sex and depraved toxic traits whereas Suguru was an accomplished psychiatrist with his own practice.

Hardly a perfect match in occupation considering Suguru had regular sessions with you before entertaining the idea of courtship.

Some saw it as wrong, an abuse of his power but that was simply not true. Not in the slightest. He just happened to know you more intimately and understood your insecurities before the first date.

“Anyway, before you go drooling over the place because of Mr Perfect, I wanted to catch you before you cut and run like always.”

That wasn’t strictly true. You did try and make an effort, you just preferred to be invisible. Tonight however was your day off and you were not about to spend the evening speaking of business and other subjects that could wait for Nitta’s office.

“Right now? Can’t we leave it until when I’m back?” You still had to break it to her that the book would take longer than she initially recommended.

“Yes now, and then we can get it all out of the way. First of all, congratulations, I knew you could do it.” The first proud pat on your shoulder, followed by…

“I need to know how this next book is coming along, I’ll need to sort out the last of the advertising before the deadline.” And she read your vacant expression far too well.

“You are nearly finished. Right?”

Um… in my mind. Yes. “I still need some time-“

Her tut of disapproval got you searching around the room for Suguru. “You haven’t even started have you?”

“I mean… Well uh, sort of.” 

It wasn’t that you couldn’t, or was riding off of the high of your win and sales, it was just that every idea you put to paper just wasn’t right.

“Oh shit. We have a deadline, how on earth are you going to get any investors if you can’t produce the product on time?”

Either the plot didn’t work just right, or the corner you’d written yourself into had no life preserving ring to scramble for and climb out. Each time made the computer page more empty and depressing.

At this rate, you were uncertain that you were even going to get it finished this year. Still, you had a plan.

“I have a plan though.” You held your arms up in defence. “Suguru’s taking me to our place out of town, y’know the one by that lake? I’m thinking it’ll be great inspiration for me to get started. Quiet, secluded, so I’ll have no distractions.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose like a scolding parent. “Fine. I expect several chapters at least by next week. I can’t provide them with anything if the manual script doesn’t exist.”

“Yep, of course… several by next week.” Oh crap. You bit off more than you could chew.

“Good.” Nitta appeared more positive. “Now go get your man before all those thirsty book reading women cause a flood.”

Naturally, Suguru was surrounded by people, anyone who was drawn in by his aura and charm that just instinctively radiated from his body. Ella being one of those people.

He was chatting quite well enough until he saw you, and once more, it was as though you were the only person in the room. Though it wasn’t the same for every other person there, their expressions faltered slightly as he abandoned them mid conversation to approach you.

“Are you ready?”

You nodded, your eyes flitting to the people behind him who had started chattering amongst themselves. Ella staring at the back of his head with a fire in her eyes distracted you, you assumed she would focus back on the conversation. She didn’t.

“Doctor Geto, won’t you join us for the after party? All of the nominees are invited to my place, I’d love to have you there.”

Wow, she was flirting. The sticky oozy tone in her words made you sick. You were not invited to anything after and you accepted an award too, you would have heard about this surely?

“Oh?” He said, turning back for just a moment. “ Everyone is going?”

“Yes, of course. We had such a good turnout for nominations that we decided to celebrate.” Was she pushing her chest out?

You couldn’t blame her. Suguru was so handsome. He had this charismatic air about him that put anyone’s guard down and bare their soul to him, you knew he’d listen too. Perhaps that’s why he was so good at his job.

Unfortunately, his kind and charming nature drew the wrong sort of attention at times. Well, unfortunate for you. It impacted your confidence greatly. Still, Suguru never made you feel any less, and never bit any bait. And you trusted Suguru implicitly.

It was other people you didn’t trust.

“No thank you. I’ll have to politely decline.”

“Huh?” She was speechless. It was the astonished and gormless gaze you always selfishly enjoyed afterwards.

“I’m going home to celebrate my wife’s award.” He laced his fingers with yours. The way he used wife as your title set your stomach ablaze.

“She’s your… Oh.”

“If you’ll excuse us, we have some celebrating to do.” He didn’t even entertain her.

Suguru led you through the crowds and across the packed out hall until you were met with the cooler air of the lobby. He walked with more of a pace, longer strides you just about managed to keep with.

Forgotten again. You were almost invisible.

“Ignore it. They’re pompous, the lot of them.” But you were always seen by Suguru. 

“They’re envious you got where you are on talent alone, most of them have some sort of finger in a different pie that helped them get where they are. You did all of it on your own with no help from anyone high up.”

You wouldn’t have said that he was angry or furious, but how he spoke indicated that he was at least upset with the situation. Even so, you had yet to experience him even raise his voice. Suguru dealt with issues like this and ones even worse with class and dignity every time.

“I know.” You said, taking his hand properly and finally matching his pace by the time you both had entered the parking lot. The award still clutched tight in your fingers.

“I honestly don’t know how you do it. I’m so proud of you for rising above it and being who you are.” There were the words of affirmation you needed.

Just as you were.

Despite the therapy, the dark themes and red flagged recipes for disaster wrapped up neatly inside a book cover to cover, how your mind worked and overworked, Suguru loved you just as you were.

Mostly the only person to confidently express it.

“I don’t know how I do it most of the time either.” You chuckled it off as a little joke, yet there were times where you found yourself counting to ten or taking the largest inhales of air so you didn’t scream the house down in mounted frustration.

The silence on the way home was comfortable. A quietness that settled like sediment in the bottom of a well, easily disturbed by either one of you talking and introducing your voices back into the space. It settled easily, but picked up and merged just as well.

“You called me your wife.” Just saying it carved a smile on your face.

“Well, you will be soon enough. We should get used to saying it, right?” You didn’t need to face him to see that he was smiling. “It suits perfectly.”

“I like the sound of it too.” The sound was nice, but the stress of planning something like a wedding was daunting enough.

You didn’t mention that to Suguru though. The stress of the book was enough. You were convinced that he had his reservations about it though. Still, he never expressed it regardless of how well the two of you communicated to each other.

The rest of the ride home sat nice enough, it had begun to rain by the time you had reached the house, coming down considerably hard when the weather report specified none. Once the garage door closed, Suguru came round to open your door before you could even get your seatbelt off.

You were still grasping your award. “This will look really good in the cabinet, won’t it?”

He helped you up and stayed holding you, “It’ll fit nicely. Why don’t you place it while I get the champagne. It doesn’t look like the rain’s going to stop any time soon, I think it’s a perfect time for a bath.”

You nodded and trotted off, slipping your stiletto heels onto the plush carpet in the hallway and padded towards the living area, the long awaited cabinet sitting there waiting for something to sit willingly in the glass chambers for its stomach.

My first award… Right there, in the middle, front and centre to show anyone who visited that you were a serious author who collected awards because you were doing alright for yourself. Perhaps, if you worked hard enough, you would give this baby trophy a hypothetical and equally as adorable sibling to accompany it behind that glass next year.

As you closed the door, the champagne cork popped off across the room in the open planned kitchen followed by a small fizz and splat. You turned and saw Suguru chuckle with a small foamy mess pouring out of the bottle's neck.

“I’ll clear it later.” He came over with the glasses and poured. “To the most beautiful, intelligent and talented person I have ever met. Congratulations, Dearest.”

A heartfelt cheers. You would choose this over everything you had gone through tonight. Every time.

“I couldn’t have done it without your support, hon.”

He took a sip, as did you and studied your face like it was the last time. “That was all you.”

The tension was palpable, his charm often shifted when the two of you were alone. It never ended either, his adoration for you that you often felt was misplaced. How could someone as beautiful as Suguru even notice you? Yet he still did.

“I’ll go run that bath.” One soft peck to your cheek and he was off towards the bathroom.

The night wasn’t ending at all just yet.

“Oh my…” Most of the time, you failed to even find the words to express how good Suguru made you feel when his fingers were deep inside you right to the knuckle.

The thing with Suguru, was that he was a giver. It was rare that he ever received because he enjoyed the art of giving more than you ever realised.

It was thunderous, the bathroom lit only by several candles visibly keeping the bath water warm without a top up over the goosebumps lacing your skin with sweat and bubbles. The grand sunken bath served its purpose far too many times to count.

Countless times you had Suguru over you, working your body to a fine tune he played so easily. He knew your body inside and out and made sure you knew it too.

“There. You think I can have one more from you, sweetheart? It would make me so proud.”

So sweaty and just his voice set everything on fire that made your eyes water. “I don’t- I think I… My make up-”

“Let it run down your face.” His fingers pushed slowly, painfully unhurried. “I’d always notice how beautiful you are in a pitch black room full of fog, mascara makes no difference.”

The delicate and almost patronising peck on your cheek to reassure you made the air even more dense. He just knew every single trick in the book to make you squirm.

Suguru leant forward and ran his lips loosely over the prickled skin of your chest, moving down to take a nipple between his teeth just to make you shudder. Overstimulation was something you responded well to and he just loved how much it affected you.

“I just need to-” Full eye contact just to steal the words from your throat.

“One more time.” It wasn’t a demand, but it may as well have been. “I know you can do it. Will you do it for me?”

He sucked and made a seal, flicking his tongue to send you wild though you stupidly hoped you could control the jerking erratic movements of your body. You wanted to finish all over him again, hand between your legs, fingers curled just perfectly.

One more time. Could you do it? Yes you could. It was brewing deep down like a tickle, an itch to satisfy or one for Suguru to scratch. It was just there, building and building.

“Do it. Come for me, sweetheart.” 

As though on cue, one last orgasm rolled through your abdomen just like the lightning outside. Ripping and clenching around his fingers in silence bar the quietly sloshing water and orange scented bubbles coating the soaked skin of your stomach.

“Four times. Good job.” Everything he said was like sparkling dust and glitter. Your ears perked to it and hung on every word like melted butter.

What a way to end such a momentous day for your career. Wet and proud with one gorgeous man between your thighs.

Sort of blissful.

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Agnosthesia

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Childe x g/n Reader

You would sleep, if only you could. (or, the one where you forget to lock your window.)

Warnings: yandere dynamics, kinda soft yandere, discussion of violence, ambiguous situation (in regards to relationship status and stalking), mildly suggestive

Word Count: 1.0k

It is well past the witching hour and the house is shaking. Hail hammers on the roof. The wind howls in a herald of bad portent. You sit tucked into your bed and try to read.

You are long beyond tired, but you dare not rest. The book's ink blends together into Rorschach blotches that tires your mind and heavies your eyes. A booming clatter raises your hackles and you grip the pages tighter. You would sleep if only you could, but something wicked this way comes.

The bedroom window heaves open with a gasping creak. You do not spare it a single glance, never mind your bedroom is on the second floor. As you continue to dispassionately pretend to read, a wet mess of ginger hair and dishevelment shimmies through the opening.

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[yanderes-galore]

Is it alright if you could do asylum! Aesop vs joseph with a patient s/o that has schizophrenia hcs?

I am using Joseph's 'Hypnotist' skin and Aesop's 'Rorschach Physician' skin for this.

Can do HCs for mental illness darlings, but I do not do one shots-

Yandere! Hypnotist! Joseph vs Yandere! Rorschach! Aesop (With Schizophreniac! Darling) HCs

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere behavior such as a forced relationship and manipulation.

- One of them is a doctor, the other's only pretending to be one.

- Aesop is a patient just like you but he forged his ID to get a chance to be your assigned doctor.

- Joseph, your actual assigned doctor, sees this as a threat.

- Joseph isn't going to be one to fall for Aesop's tricks. He also doesn't want Aesop manipulating you in your fragile state.

- Joseph is the protective Yandere in this (Ironic due to being a hunter-).

- Aesop is the more threatening one.

- Joseph hates leaving you alone, so he always tends to you.

- He has a nurse watch you if he has to leave you alone to tend to someone else.

- Aesop uses this opportunity to approach you.

- He tricks the nurse into letting him close to you so he can talk to you.

- There's a way in how he speaks that gives off a bad vibe.

- You can't seem to recognize it, however.

- Joseph is then bursting into the room, eyes narrowing.

- "Doctor, I do believe another patient needs you."

- Joseph then gets Aesop to begrudgingly leave.

- Aesop wants to help you 'escape' this place.

- Aesop believes this Asylum/Facility isn't safe and you'd be better with him outside.

- Joseph believes that he is protecting you by getting rid of the deranged patient posing as a doctor.

- You're safe with him, don't listen to that fake doctor.

- If you trust Aesop more, Joseph is convinced something is up.

- Aesop isn't safe to trust, he's not a doctor.

- Joseph just hopes you listen....

- If you trust Joseph more, Aesop is convinced you're brainwashed.

- Don't trust him! He works for the facility, he doesn't want what's right for you....

- These choices may hurt your mental state more, which Joseph notices.

- Soon enough, Joseph isn't leaving your side.

- You're his patient he is sworn to protect, he isn't letting Aesop near you. (He thinks his care for you is just because you're a patient, but he's also confusing it with romantic love.)

- While Aesop, needs to get more creative with how he gets to you.

[onmyyan]

Have you ever checked out the watchmen motion comics on YouTube? You can find a full playlist of them. I feel like you'd find Rorschach to be an interesting character to write for, he's a deeply flawed individual but a fascinating character

The way this ask single handedly pulled me from a Nyquil induced slumber I- omfg can i just say loooove that you took the time to recommend a character to write for that's so fun! I actually adore the watchmen! and had the fattest crush on Rorschach from the movie so definitely adding him to my characters I write for, he's like an inch away from being a canonical Yandere so he's gonna be so much funnnnn ty for the ask!!

[signaria-ai]

Rorschach

I care. I don't care.

What was all of this for in the end?

I don't care. I care.

Who do I have at the end?

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I never bothered to learn about you.

It didn't matter. We were a team.

You were not exceptional, but valiant and trusted me.

And I trusted you, the same I did with all other.

Until that night, you were the same.

Knocking on my door, you asked if I would have some time for you. I nodded, and noticed your nervous expression.

Strange, considering you were one of the more collected soldiers.

"Is it about tomorrow's expedition?"

"..No."

Not meeting my gaze for the first time, your hands were crawled up in a fist. Knuckles pale from clutching tight.

"What is it, then."

I wasn't one to be patient, my curt voice cutting through air.

"..Nothing. I just wanted to tell you goodnight."

My expression went from mild annoyance to a deep frown. I couldn't keep my disdain in my voice from rising as I pressed on.

"You came in here to tell me..goodnight?"

Your eyelids trembled, despite your failed effort to appear calm.

"I wanted to tell you.. I'm happy to be part of your team."

With that, you bowed hurriedly and left.

That was the last time I heard your voice.

You were found bloody and cold, decapitated after a brutal battle only a few days later.

You were not the first, and you will not be the last.

But when I saw your head, few feet away from the body--

I froze. This death was different.

You were different.

I gave you no special attention, and you stayed respectfully detached from me.

And yet, I found a letter in your room.

A short scribble, each stroke carved with care.

"Captain, if you are reading this.. I must have died in action. Thank you for being our captain.

It was an honor to be your soldier.

I died happily."

My fingers tensed up, folding the letter in half.

No one dies happily.

Why would you have left this for me.

There is no one to answer me,

except the faint scent of you lingering in the room.

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I survived.

Death after death.

Erwin, Hange, everyone died.

But I lived.

And on this rare silent night, from deep within my memory; You float to the surface.

Just a figment of the ghosts in my past, I can't even put together an image of you.

Only that you would never back away from my stare.

Your eyes showed resolve, no hesitation.

And I liked that.

There is no point of regret, we cannot expect the outcome of our decisions.

And yet, when the moon hides behind the cloud and the dark night drapes itself on the town we tried to protect together--

My eyes close for few seconds and I wonder.

If I should have asked again, why you came to me that night.

If I should have noticed the way you hide behind your hands when you smile.

If I should have...

No, I will not go back on my own philosophy.

I open my eyes, bloodshot and tired.

I don't have the luxury to do so.

But on cursed nights like this,

With no one to protect anymore, nothing to fight for.

These thoughts creep their way into my mind.

If I should have locked you in that room.

You would have made your way out, you were smart.

Then, I would have tied you to the bed post.

But you would have also been able to cut yourself free.

You wouldn't run away though, you were loyal.

Your eyelids trembling, like they did before.

You would have looked up to me,

searching my face for an answer.

I wouldn't even need to use force.

Obeying my orders, you would have stayed in that room.

Safe, from everything.

In this fever dream, I start to hallucinate.

Maybe I should have just...

And I open my eyes again.

The only thing I remember about you.

The only thing recognizable on your severed head

Was that you smiled as you died.

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@propan0l I did it i wrote a yandere fic for levi lol but its like 2% yandere 98% sad reality of AOT lol sorry

Also this is inspired by the levi in her amazing fic--Three Crossings!!

Btw i have like not...read..this series till the end and pretty much wrote it based on like what I have read about him so listen this was my best effort ok 🙃

[emlovewrites]

Yandere Mr Compress (Part 1?)

My first ever fanfiction, enjoy and please let me know if you want more! I may be continuing this.

TW Kidnapping

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It starts off very innocent. You’re walking back to your apartment after a long day at work and you find a bouquet of flowers sitting at your doorstep. Puzzled, but somewhat excited, you pick them up and take them inside, setting them on your kitchen counter. You check the card “Your beauty is like the waves of the ocean, relentless, wondrous, and potentially disastrous to a poor, lost soul like mine.” It isn’t signed. You could, of course, take this note the wrong way, how could beauty be disastrous? But you figure it just came from an especially stricken admirer. You haven’t had an admirer since high school, how could you not find it sweet? Smiling, you set the card to the side and arrange the flowers on your dinner table. It’s a nice gesture, you assure yourself.

A few days pass and you’re unconcerned about this “admirer”. In fact, it puts a little pep in your step, so to speak. So far, you’ve received the flowers, a teddy bear, a box of chocolates, and of course the usual unsigned notes. Nothing too strange or alarming. But today was a little different. You come home to find a small red box waiting for you. You take it inside, eagerly rip it open, and find a gold necklace with a heart pendant. Your stomach drops a little. This is expensive. Not only that, but you were just eyeing it the other day, thinking about buying it for yourself for your birthday next week. But it’s not like anyone would have noticed that, right? Whoever the admirer is, he must have just seen it and figured it would be nice, right? You set it aside, pour yourself a glass of wine, and put it out of your mind.

The week passes without any more gifts. You’re a little disappointed, but also somewhat relieved. Maybe the admirer just lost interest. Anyway, it’s your birthday and you’re going out tonight, so you’re excited. You go on your usual lunch break to your usual coffee shop, order your usual cappuccino extra foam, and walk outside. You always take an alley back to work, it’s quick and it’s not even a dangerous area, there are heroes everywhere. You’re so absorbed in thinking about your work, the proposal is due today, you don’t even notice the man standing in the shadows with a Rorschach mask and yellow trench coat. But his voice pulls you out of your thoughts. 

“You’re not wearing it.”

You stop in your tracks. “E-excuse me?” you ask, without turning around.

“The necklace.”

Your heart stops.

“You haven’t worn it at all. I thought you’d like it. I saw you looking at it and smiling.”

Run. You have to run. Or call for a hero, just DO something. You open your mouth, but by the time you even think to scream for help, you’re breathing in a chemical-soaked rag. And you’re out.

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When you wake up, you have a headache. You don’t really remember what happened, did you have a bad dream? Did you end up going out with your friends? You look around for some water, aspirin… your phone? Anything? Your mind finally clears and you realize, this is not your room. The bed is huge, probably a king. The sheets are regal, red satin with a maroon fleur de lis pattern. Where the fuck are you? You begin to panic and try to get up, before realizing you’ve been tied to the dark, oak bed frame. Shit.

The events of earlier today begin to return to you. The coffee, the alleyway, the man. He was the one. The admirer. He WAS watching you. You look around frantically, looking for anything to cut the restraints. The room offers no solution. No way out. You can feel the tears starting to prick at the corners of your eyes as the bedroom door opens.

“Ah, you’re awake.”

You turn your head to meet the voice, a tall man wearing an orange button up shirt with a bolo tie, black vest, and black dress pants. Even after having the audacity to kidnap you, he still hides his face underneath a black balaclava mask.

“I do apologize for the restraints, but I’m afraid I just can not let you run off. Not when I’ve gone to all this trouble to acquire you.”

“Acquire me?” you spit. “What am I, a Picasso?”

He laughs, a real, genuine laugh, like you’re on stage at open mic night. “A Picasso? Oh dear, no, you are so much more beautiful than that.”

You blush, despite yourself, but continue to glare at the man. Who does he think he is? You don’t expect a real answer, but you do ask him, “Who are you?”

“Forgive me, where are my manners?” He says with a smile. He flourishes his hand down into a deep bow, “Some call me Mr. Compress, but you, my dear, may call me Atsuhiro.”

[tawneybel]

Because I mentioned I was going to eventually get rid of my old shower curtain, my mom surprised me and got me an Edward Gorey one. Gashlycrumb Tinies! 

One of the recent ghost books on ghost I read mostly just (intentionally or not) taught me how to fake spooky sh*t at seances but in the entry on mirrors it mentioned looking into one at night was considered bad luck. But that’s kind of hard to avoid. I already knew using candlelight to look into a mirror is considered to be unlucky but I think a cellphone’s flashlight doesn’t count. Anyway, going to the bathroom at night is going to be spookier. :D 

Life’s been kind of hectic lately, mostly due to things outside of my control. I want to get a new job this summer. And fix my sleeping schedule. I’ve been getting stress dreams again for the first time in a while. I don’t count a bad dream as a nightmare unless I wake up terrified but it still sucks. Going to ask my doctor if melatonin is a good idea.  

My dog (see above) had a nasty cough after getting knocked out for some dental surgery, which is supposed to be normal, but it lasted for a while so we took her to the vet. And it turns out that the reason she was scratching on my door every night to be let outside was because of a UTI. She’s doing better now. 

Mm, there’s a lot more things to talk about but I’ll save that for another post. 

The Dark Knight: There was a scene where a bunch of men got their uniforms stolen and they were tied up and g*gged. I watched the trilogy out of order. To be honest, I get kind of bored watching these but the villains are cool. Bane’s darling but now that I’ve seen Venom I prefer Eddie Brock. Jonathan Crane is kind of cute, too. 

Now I finally get why people like the Joker so much. He gives not a single f*ck. So many things could go wrong at any moment during his plans, he relies so much on luck, but he has so much confidence. I feel like if tried to slide down a hill of money I would hurt myself. The best scene was the Joker walking quickly out and away from the hospital. Also, the bank heist in the beginning. 

Crimson Peak started to get good when Edith and Lucille were having the butterfly discussion and ended up being better paced than I thought it would be. But after Carter got his head smashed in, I’m not sure why Edith would go with Thomas after that. 

Gothic horror is actually fun to learn about in school because the genre’s progenitors would probably be into yandere and monster f*cking. It’s like... In the first art history class I took, we were looking at Renaissance paintings and there was a fair amount of stuff with a de*th and the maiden motif. The modern equivalent would be a lot of metal album covers.

Brain Damage: I was looking for infestation movies and I’m so glad I stumbled upon this. Not because it’s particularly good but ‘cause the MC is super cute. Basically the talking leechy thing pumps Brian full of an addictive fluid through the the back of his neck and they have a faux symbiotic relationship where Aylmer gorily eats other people’s brains.

There was a scene where Brian’s brother answers the phone lying on his stomach in his und*rwear. Followed by a scene where Brian takes his pants off and you see his t*sh. Also a very brief M/F/M thr*some dream that gets gruesome real quick. 

The Stuff: If you’re into The Blob, you’ll probably like this. The mode of killing is a bit different. Stuff’s alive and controls people from the inside. 

A Cure for Wellness: Shout out to his movie for showing n*ked/scantily clad old people without getting weird about it. Within the first half hour I was surprised when it didn’t do well at the box office. The visuals draw you in but it was probably too long and could have been better. I wasn’t expecting to it get kind of fantastical. It’s got existentialism, surrealism, mystery... Uhhhh... I’m not sure whether to classify it as fantasy or sci fi. 

Venom: Hits so many k*nks. Dan’s cute, Anne has good taste in men. Carlton Drake gets symbioted. Actually, I’m not sure if he or Eddie is sexier. The first guy to get possessed in the Eminem video is also cute. Best line is Venom saying, “Look at her. She has no idea we are going to get her back.” The Rorschach-like ending credits were cool. 

Sleepaway Camp: Before I watched this, I already knew the ending. Sort of. To be honest, I expected “Angela” to be an offensive portrayal of a trans woman but the situation was more like David Reimer, minus g*nital m*tilation. The ending itself... Aunt Martha may not have gone on a murder spree but she’s the scariest person in the film. Otherwise I wouldn’t have said there’s anything terribly special about this film. Based on the synopsis of the sequel, I’m probably not going to watch the rest of the franchise. 

Hell Fest: Pretty typical modern slasher but the atmosphere is great. It was also funny. I’m just gonna use bullet points for this.

“You know what? He deserves at least some dignity after death.” “Let’s give him a b*ner.” 

When asked if he mentioned something about having a f*tish for p*ddles, Gavin answers, “I have never said that in my entire life.”

Why did Asher get hotter while he was struggling and getting stabbed in the eyeball?

It took me a minute to recognize Tony Todd. Sad. 

Men in Black II: At no point in the film did Serleena, who is capable of transformation and has tentacles, transform into a male und*rwear model. :’( 

Fullmetal Alchemist: (The manga.) A military fantasy that raises some good questions about ethics. And dat solar aesthetic. The chimera designs were so cool. Envy is a cruel, skimpily dressed shapeshifter with a grotesque “true form” and Lin gets willingly possessed by Greed. So that’s right up my alley. 

Break My Heart 1,000 Times: Good time to read this. It takes place in February. Read this because I Still See You has Richard Harmon. The book started off decently but I didn’t like the protagonist’s behavior near the end of part three. And there’s some sexism. Like hysterically slapping her love interest and blaming herself for not having any weapons in her room because she’s a girl. Seriously, I keep a bigass King James Bible on my nightstand. If anyone breaks in, they’re getting brained by the Good Book. Or a lamp. Or the nightstand itself. But hopefully my dog would maul an intruder first. 

Christine: Wasn’t really into it but you might be if you’re into corruption, e.g. a nerdy guy becoming slightly more physically appealing jerk*ss. 

The 100: I got teary-eyed when Clarke and Lexa were saying goodbye and then the latter accidentally gets short. Poor Murphy can’t catch a break, as usual. Started season four the other day. 

Hostel: DUMB REASON TO GO “OUT OF BOUNDS”, FELLAS.

Going into this, I thought I’d like Jay Hernandez’s character the most but then I found the other guys cuter until the end then I really liked Paxton. Weirdly enough, I found Alexei cute. There’s decent whump but I’m not into v*mit. 

I think I saw an ad with the guy who tortured Paxton when I was in elementary school but I mistook it for something from one of the Saw movies. This was obviously before I had any interest in watching these kinds of movies. XD  

Songs of the Day: I’ve been listening to a lot of Dead inside the Chrysalis/Dedderz lately... I’m crushing on Manek Deboto. He should be the one wearing a th*ng in the She’s So Rad music vid! If they ever do  “He’s So Rad” they should include Elm Street’s Jesse Walsh and Brian from Brain Damage...

[anxiousnerdwritings]

Yandad! Rorschach and Dr Manhattan would probably be the most dangerous combination of yanderes to have. You'd have Rorschach breaking the fingers of anybody who dares think about hurting you and you'd have Dr Manhattan, a guy who practically has the powers of God, being protective over you.

Yan!dads Rorschach and Dr. Manhattan would both be dangerous and terrifying in their own respective rights. Rorschach would be more of the type to keep his obsession in the dark, he does everything for them without them knowing. He’ll protect them and get rid of whoever he has to while staying in the shadows, he wouldn’t want his darling to know about him or what he’s doing for them. But he would make it known that there was someone watching out for them, more often then not but leaving creepy letters/notes. Rorschach would definitely be the most violent in what he does and how he goes about it, particularly when it comes to keeping his darling safe. There would be no mercy for whoever Rorschach sets his anger on.

Dr. Manhattan would also be terrifying in more ways then one. He is so much more superior then his darling, not only with his powers but just with his mind alone. In the beginning, Jon would try his best to get his darling to understand him and his want/need to protect them. He would try to be understanding of them as well especially if they were to fight against him given how he would go about his obsession but he would get to a point where he has to show his darling just how powerless they truly are compared to him. Not only is he proving how powerful he is but also just how dependent and vulnerable his darling is on their own. They need him they just don’t know it yet but he’ll make them realize it, one way or another.

[yandere-toons]

Soo I'm back with some more watchmen headcanons! I submitted some more before but tbh I like the ones here more lol. Enjoy! I'm tempted to try to write some romantic Rorschach ones too, he's such a complicated character to think about when it comes to writing but it'd be a fun challenge to write him in a romantic context.

-I think Watchmen would have ended differently if platonic yandere Ozymandias took reader from the rest of the platonic yandere characters so they wouldn't have to be in New York when he enacts his plan? I don't know if Rorschach would've asked Dr Manhattan to kill him if he knew reader was being held against their will, and idk if Dr Manhattan would've left if he knew reader was in trouble too. Maybe there would be one final conflict between everybody?

-The original Silk Spectre and Nite Owl would definitely spoil the crap out of reader. I can see them both telling reader about their old days as heros 

-The comedian would definitely want reader to know some of his old tricks, he'd definitely have the potential to be a horrible influence on them, which is definitely one of the main factors as to why Ozymandias killed him.

-I feel like even before Rorschach snapped after the kidnapping of the little girl, he'd still be pretty protective of reader. Nite owl would worry a lot about them, he'd be like a worrying mother lmao

-If the reader had superpowers, I could see that being a driving factor for Dr Manhattan being fascinated by them, for once he'd feel like he almost has an equal. I imagine the characters would be varying degrees of paranoid about reader's safety as a superpowered person. They wouldn't want to see reader be turned essentially into a government weapon like what happened with Dr Manhattan. Rorschach would probably have the most extreme reaction, he'd probably just straight up kidnap them and isolate them from the rest of the world "foR thEiR saFETy" because he's unstable like that and we all love him for it

[yandere-toons]

I've returned with some more platonic yandere watchmen headcanons! These characters are all so interesting to write and think about.

-I feel like Watchmen would've ended differently given that Ozymandias most likely kidnapped Reader so they wouldn't be in New York when he enacts his plan. I don't think dr.manhattan would leave or that Rorschach would ask dr.manhattan to kill him. I don't think any of the watchmen characters would be fine with the idea of Ozymandias having Reader all to himself (though let's be honest, they'd all probably do the same thing under different circumstances lmao) so I can imagine there being some more conflict.

-Back when Rorschach and Nite Owl were partners, I can see Rorschach being protective of Nite Owl's sidekick!teenager!Reader even before he snapped. Nite owl would definitely fuss over any injuries they get. Rorschach would want to make sure they don't have to suffer from a horrible childhood like he did, he'd definitely beat up criminals that dare to lay a hand on Reader even more than he normally would. Obviously he wouldn't kill them since this is before he started killing, but still he would NOT hold back lol.

-Before the Keene act was passed, I can see the public cooing over Ozymandias's and Reader's dynamic. I feel like they'd love to see Ozymandias having a soft spot for Reader, and spoiling the crap out of them.

-Silk Spectre would NOT tolerate The Comedian being anywhere near Reader. Period.

-I can see Ozymandias being pretty calm about the whole "kidnapping Reader to keep them safe from his giant squid thingy abomination" thing. He wouldn't raise his voice at them if they expressed concern for where they are, or if they lose it when they find out about what he did. He'd be eerily calm throughout the entire thing, maybe even offering Reader a cup of tea to calm their nerves.

-Rorschach would definitely lose it the most when Ozymandias takes Reader. Don't get me wrong, Nite Owl becomes an anxious wreck but Rorschach would be absolutely terrifying during his and Nite Owl's investigation. I don't think he'd do his usual "break their fingers for information" thing, I think he'd genuinely straight up kill or at least threaten to do so.

-I imagine the original Silk Spectre and Nite Owl would be like a sweet grandma and grandpa to Reader. You cannot convince me that they don't go all out with buying Reader presents for their birthday or for Christmas.

[anxiousnerdwritings]

I’m excited to see any Watchmen things you write in the future once you read the comics! I’ve always thought the idea of platonic yandere watchmen characters to be really interesting, especially regarding Rorschach given that he’s such a complex character. ( also I love that post you made recently about platonic yandere joker and Harley kidnapping their obsession! )

(Thank you!💕)

I’m also excited for any Watchmen requests I get in the future! Especially for Dr. Manhattan and Rorschach. Those two were always the ones I’ve been most interested in writing for as yanderes, particularly platonically. All the Watchmen characters yandere antics and overall dynamics are going to be interesting either way regardless the type of obsession they have (platonic or romantic).

[emlovewrites]

Yandere Mr Compress Part 4

This is getting quite long, I’m so sorry lol I don’t know how to stop T_T

TW: Kidnapping

V angsty this time...

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The morning after your thwarted escape attempt, you woke up to a fresh plate of breakfast on the nightstand. Atsuhiro usually joined you for breakfast, but after last night, you weren’t surprised that you would be left alone. You sighed and turned to face the ceiling. You know he must be angry. What are you going to do? Nearly having his trust, you saw your chance to escape, and you wasted it by hesitating. It would take weeks to work back up to him letting you out of the room again. And now he isn’t even giving you a chance. You wonder how long you’ll be left alone in this room…

The door opens around noon, and Atsuhiro walks in with lunch. You look at him, he’s wearing the full Rorschach mask. Yeah, he’s probably pissed. He sets your lunch down on the nightstand, takes the uneaten breakfast, and begins to walk away. You watch him as he opens the door. He seems to hesitate for just a second before closing the door. You’re still not hungry, so much like breakfast, lunch will go uneaten.

You spend the afternoon lying in bed, thinking about what you will do next. You’re upset that he won’t even speak to you now. Who wouldn’t try to escape this kind of imprisonment? How can he be angry with you? You’re surprised that you even care about his emotions.

Finally, dinner time rolls around, and Atsuhiro again enters your room with a plate of food. He stops in front of the still-full lunch plate, but he again says nothing as he replaces the food. He turns around to leave, and you’re shocked at yourself when you hear your own voice call out, “wait!”

He pauses in the doorway, but stays silent. “I… well… I’m sorry,” you say. You’re not sure if you’re truly sorry or not. You just can’t deal with your captor ignoring you. It’s not fair. A few seconds pass in silence and you can feel yourself becoming more and more nervous. 

Finally, after what may have been a full minute or two, Atsuhiro replies with “Goodnight, Y/N.” He then walks out and shuts the door. You can feel your panic rising up. Has he resigned himself to simply ignoring you now? Will you be stuck here forever in total silent isolation? Once again, you don’t eat the meal given to you.

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Two days pass and it’s more of the same. Atsuhiro brings you your food silently and leaves. You can’t take it anymore, you feel like you’re losing your mind. If being stuck in one room for days wasn’t enough, now you’re stuck in silence as well. It isn’t fair, how can he be so angry with you? You’re the one who deserves to be angry, not him. You begin to realize that there really is no escape from this prison. 

You’re sobbing when Atsuhiro opens the door for dinner. He pauses for a moment, but makes no move to comfort you. He places the food down and turns to leave. You’re so hysterical at this point that you simply cannot let him leave you. You jump up from the bed and clutch onto the back of his shirt.

“Please, please don’t go!” you cry. “I can’t be trapped here AND alone. It’s too much.” You press your head into his back, soaking the fabric of his shirt with your tears. “Please.”

To your surprise, he turns and wraps his arms around you. He’s warm and gentle and everything you didn’t expect. He pets your head and whispers “It’s ok, don’t cry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You needed a little time out, that’s all.” For some reason, the words calm you. He didn’t mean to hurt you... He holds you for a few more minutes as you finish crying, letting out all of the emotions you’ve been holding in for the past week. You can’t believe you’ve turned to your captor for comfort, but there isn’t anyone else here, and you feel so alone. He’s the only one.

Once the tears stop flowing and you’re left sniffling, he leads you back to the bed and has you sit on the edge. He turns to the nightstand and removes his full mask with one hand, lifting the now lukewarm plate of food with the other. “Now then,” he says with a gentle smile, holding the plate out to you, “please, eat something.” You take the plate and gingerly bite into a piece of bread, feeling very much like a small child post-tantrum. He sits next to you on the bed and lightly rubs your back as you eat. 

Once you’ve finished eating, Atsuhiro runs a warm bath for you. He leaves the room to give you privacy, and re-enters once you’ve finished and are in the pajamas he’s left for you. He tucks you into bed and turns out the lights. “Goodnight, Y/N,” he says quietly as he leaves the room and shuts the door. You’re so exhausted, you quickly begin to drift off to sleep, only realizing just before fully losing consciousness that he hasn’t locked you in this time. That’s ok. You won’t try to escape again. Not tonight.