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⋆.˚ 𝔻𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕍𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕪 ⋆.˚

𐙚Yandere! Qimir X Reader

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ He steals you in summer. Castaway on a planet with no name. But the way his eyes shine under the hot sun has your heart beating out of your chest.

⁀➷ Does this count as "That's that me, espresso"?

🪐 Yandere behavior, obsessive tendencies, Stockholm syndrome, blood, and gore.

⁺₊𝄞₊⁺ Espresso by Sabrina Carpender

Dark Vacay by CAS

The heat licks at your neck dangerously. The scathing red glow cleaves through flesh, through bone.

Warm, warm, warm.

The sort of swelter befitting rampant volcanos and rebirthing suns.

The man, no, the Sith has you pinned to his chest. His force,a dark pulsating thing, coiling through your body, keeping you rooted.

Sol's voice echoes through the canopy. Sending ripples through the blood-matted forest floor. "Release her." His saber is drawn, pointed.

Blue vs red.

Hot vs cold.

"Give me the relic." The voice lacks emotion, empathy. It demands, it takes. There is no room for formalities here, no chivalry you've long believed in. This monster deals only in dark. Taking and taking. "And I won't hurt her".

You try to push him away, to fight. Your force against his, clawing at the dark ether around you, hunting for an aperture, a splinter anything to infiltrate. But he is resilient, strong the way most volcanos are.

Impenetrable.

You moan against the tightening noose. He demands and you must obey. Such a dark thing can even make your master bow, make him give up the ancient blood-red relic. "You have your relic, now release my pupil." Behind you the monster chuckles, an airy noise overflowing with malice, "I said I wouldn't hurt her, not that I'd give her back."

The lights dull. Neon fading into a fuzzy mess of colors too tangled to decipher. Voices weave bending to the blaring buzz echoing from within. The world grows darker, you try to clutch onto something, anything. The cool colors of saber light, the soothing tone of your master's voice. The monster's dark cadence. But it's no use, the darkness prevails, pulling you under its crushing waves, burying you in a sea of nihil.

The world is dim upon resurgence. The air tastes of salt, fresh and dry upon the throat. The earth you lay in is warm, not like the smoldering heat of a bloodborne saber, but the warmth you imagine a mother's embrace to hold. Soft in every way that counts.

The place is alien and abandoned. No family, no monsters. Just rock upon rock and makeshift furniture to further the illusion of a makeshift home. The pounding upon your temples has yet to cease, you wonder if the outlines of a bruise have yet to bloom.

Slowly, you emerge from the cocoon of worn blankets. Bare feet scraping across the jagged floor. You feel the monster's presence linger, his essence strong within this place. You remember the dragon dens you used to read about in fairy tales. The gold-adorned caves where little princesses were forced to dwell.

It's funny you should feel like one now.

There are clothes sprawled across the floor. Vanilla ice cream in shade and shape, they feel too pure to have been chosen by a man like him. Too pure to have been tainted by the darkness of his fingertips. It's only now that the dress glares back that you notice your bareness, Jedi robes stripped and discarded.

That fiend...

You feel skinned, alone. No saber to grasp, no golden drapes. Nothing to paint you as Jedi. It's with reluctance that you lace yourself into the sweet dress, with utter reluctance that you step out onto the beach of rocks awaiting outside.

You spot the man,

the sith.

Qimir

His name reverberates within your head. You lick each letter, rolling them across your tongue and drinking in their condensation. "Qi-mi-rr" the name shouldn't taste of exotic fruits blended and bled. It shouldn't taste like fruit cocktails and coconut cubes but it does.

It does and it's disgustingly delicious.

He walks with the steady strout of a man who knows he is the most dangerous thing on this beach, on this island, on this entire planet. A volcano among mountains.

You follow behind bare feet on smooth rocks. Fumbling across the beach.

Chasing shadows. Chasing monsters.

He sheds his robes like skin, peeling away sabbath vestments to reveal cutis. Tanned and scarred, marred flesh risen like volcano veins cascading across his spine.

You shouldn't admit how desperately your fingers ache to trace the tragic thing. You glid your nails across the notched igneous rocks. Dreaming its soft flesh, his soft flesh beneath your touch. He would shutter under your fingertips as you pull apart his secrets. Nibbling on them like picnic cookies.

He's stripped bare, soft skin caught in the dim sun. His open wounds glisten under soft gold rays. You skate away from the sight, that forbidden sun-drenched sight. Eyes averted and hidden behind the rocks, twice locked, to avoid a rogue glance.

He is nothing if not haunting, forbidden in every way.

Odd how the memory of his bare ankles is what lingers. Carved too steep and too deep in a way that looks too marble. They merge into long robust legs. You can't help but imagine the sculpture of his thighs after, the thing at the end of those perplexing ankles. They too must be strong, carved to define each muscle. You imagine being trapped between them, their forceful push against your meaker body as his ankles intertwine with yours.

"You can open your eyes now."

You taste his darkness in your mouth again. Potent tropical fruits laced with sea salt. He couldn't have known you were trailing after him, you'd been quiet, silent like a whisper.

"It's improper to strip out in the open. What would you have done if someone should have come upon you?"

He treads in the water like a pearl unearthed. Shimmering alongside the blue-green of the lagoon. "You came upon me and nothing happened."

"That's because I had the good graces to avert my gaze from such a sight."

"I'd prefer if you'd look."

He pours water over his face, sparkly droplets cascading down sharp cheekbones. Eyes wide with an odd groggy wonder. The sky and the sea and him ethereally in between. He shouldn't look so magical. Some water nymph playing spike ball with the sun. Drinking in the clouds and blue. Before diving back down into his aquatic galaxy.

"Join me"

"I'd rather impale myself"

he's treading closer, water shielding his body like liquid lapis lazuli. "I wonder what your lips will taste like blue?" and it's the first time you've ever thought of your order's regalia as something so macabre.

His eyes are half-lidded, licking over your body like a melting Sunday. Or maybe he actually is, you can feel something wet and sinister sliding across your body. Slipping over and under the dress, sucking at pulse points. Anticipating soft vanilla.

You want to rip out his tongue and harbor in your mouth. You want to devour him as if he were ice cream on a summer day. Butterscotch cone with drizzled caramel and star sprinkles. Your teeth ache desperately for just one small bite.

He's standing, growing into a full man, no longer just a boy nymph memorized by soft whites and bright blues. The water droplet clutch greedy to taut muscles, refusing to leave such a Promethean thing.

The wet thing freezes. Running water to ice cube. His force evaporates from you, you bask in the mist of him. Before the shadow roots behind you impenetrable all over again. Qimir steps closer and you close your eyes on instinct. Stepping back, following the flow of sand in breeze.

Such sights are not for us to love.

It tips you off balance, You can't see Qimir but you can feel him. He's closer and closer. That's why you're stalking back. But the plasmic thing behind you nicks your ankle. Lurching you back. In the blink of an eye and the start of a scream, you're suspended in mid-air. Floating above the sands, save in the gossamer of his black mist.

"Careful" Qimir jests

And you crack your eye open just enough to see his outstretched hand.

"I want to take a shower"

"The lagoone is over there" he throws over his shoulder all so causally. like spelling out sea cemetary.

the warmth of the cave is suffocating. Lacing through your body making it breakout into little pearls of hidrosis. You roll over, watching Qimir, solder the cracks of his helmet. The rampant sparks cast him in a galactic white halo. Some intangible creature from the far reaches of the universe.

You wonder back to the incident by the lagoon.

You wonder if his tongue, his real tongue, would feel cool against your flaring skin. Muscle-bound ice cube rolling across your arms, your chest, drinking in your essence in half kisses and open-lipped moans. Sucking tenderly on the veins of your neck.

But shouldn't the tongues of monsters be spiked? cutting deep in search of blood?

Qimir swats the sweat from his temples. Pulling up the back of his shirt in an effort to fight the humidity. His scars transcend so low. Rivers weaving through him, overflowing with treasured secrets. You suck in the force through your lips drinking in its cold confidence. Marching up to stand behind him, only half admiring the rugged skin below the sandy shirt.

"Ahem" Spine straight, head held high. Your stance is practiced, sculpted in the confidence that the order demands. Lightside in every way.

Jedi, Jedi, Jedi

"I know it is futile to ask a treasonous sith like you to abide by the laws of common decency. But I'd ask that you do not come to spy on me while I bathe" Your hands ball into firsts. Glaring death and shark teeth at his blemished back.

He leaves the workbench with all the grace of a crushing tide. Elegance carved from salt rocks and years of walking through stars and shadows. But this time you refuse to step back. There is no dishabille to fear, no sand lines that may be passed.

But he doesn't confront you. He doesn't bask in his rage and stands proudly in front of you. No, instead he paces, or rather almost floats. He's in front of you one minute and behind you the next. The eerieness of it all only comes from the feeling of entombment. He is your cage, your coffin. Burying you under the sand with his precious secrets and red relics. Your nerve beats out of you in little droplets.

Qimir's fingers lace with your own, his hot breath fans the shell of your ear, "How can I make such promises when you act so cute" his voice is coconut shavings upon white sand. You aren't even sure he spoke. " I thought Sith only dealt in absolutes?" his laughter cuts like fractured seashells. Cutting through heartstrings. You want to hear it again and again until you've memorized its melody. "That's what we want the Jedi to believe."

His teeth graze the nape of your neck. That's the last straw, gravity crushes your nerve, and you take off running.

The pearls that shine within his sockets are entirely too dark. You shouldn't be thinking such this as you disrode. But the glimmer of pure drown isn't a worldly sight, it's something unplaceable.

Sith can not be trusted, even if, until mere days ago they had been things of fairytales like dragons and sea monsters. Mystical monsters used to frighten little padwans into finishing their plates. But the stories are true now, they've ripped open the holobooks and sprouted from the screen. Your fingers flex, feeling the weight of his hand in yours.

The monsters are real...

You keep your undergarments on as you descend with the sparkling tides. Qimir may appear at any moment. And you wish to confront a Sith in a Jedi's skin, or what little is left of it.

You're sinking into the watermelon greens and crystal blues, sinking into him... because even so far from the grotto his presence haunts your thoughts still.

"You wouldn't mind if I invite myself in?" The water laps at his feet, he's standing over the liquid threshold.

"What are you doing here?! I told you not to come."

he shrugs and you can't help but notice the definition of his muscles. "It's hot in the cave. Plus you don't own the beach."

He pulls the shirt over his head.

You scream for him to stop.

But this time as he pulls the waistband down you notice something underneath.

Swim trunks.

Bell-bottomed and shaped like a nebula, but only midnight in hue. The cuffs glimmer with red intricacies, patterns from a different time, a different solar system. Each stitch tells some tale of horror or history. Sith things that you'd rather not know. But why engrave them into a swimsuit? Why paint a tapestry on something so jejune?

He treads through the water, deadset on you. And again in every step, you notice a mettle valor that can only come from having killed and kissed your greatest fears.

The rocks are slippery beneath your feet, running, swimming, gliding whatever gets you further from him. But the rocks form barricades of their own. Igneous confines housing prey and beast.

"I meant it when I said you were cute." He has you pinned to the mineral mountains, eyes prying you open, studying your inner workings like a gutted bot. "So fragile so malleable..." You feel his power rolled over your neck.

You didn't expect the kiss. The taste of coconut shavings and caramel. Your heart hammers as he tugs on your hips, pulling you closer. Your lungs burn, filled with salt water and dark force energy.

But suffocating is a small price to pay when he parts your lips and pushes iced star fruits in your mouth.

That night Qimir had tried to feed you soup. Boiled fish and herbs in a cauldron that looks, entirely witch. But the refusal comes not from the perturbation of poison or the primal mistrust shared between star-crossed enemies.

No the refusal comes because you simply do not like fish.

"Just try a spoonful, it's from a rare breed. Considered a luxury on most planets". His entreaties fall on deaf ears, outvoiced by the stubbornness of a crashing tide. You retire hungry, and maybe it's hunger that stirs you in the dead of night.

Or maybe it's the heartbeat echoing from his mask.

He called it cortosis. But it looks more terror than diamond.

You sink to your knees in front of the haunted heirloom, cradling it gently within your palms. The iron flavor upon lips makes you part them, tongue fleshed tracing every welded scar. Sucking in the solder and crystal and every other poison.

You want to be a part of it, to pry open your ribcage and shove the empyrean taj within.

Let its darkness mingle with your blood. You want to feel it's royalty in the marrow of your bones.

In the morning you do not speak about the pulsating thing within. But the mask stares at you as you eat mint and bread from Qimir's hand.

It knows...

It knows things you can never admit.

You'd been planning on narrowly avoiding him. Tiptoeing across the cave to evade stirring him. But the plans die when first light breeches the aperture.

Qimir's gone.

And in his place, he's left yet another raiment.

The dress is summer and doll. Bowed in the back and studded.

Bar'biee in every way.

The hysterically placed designs parody the crisscross of twilight roses and all their thrones. Checkered in shades of obsidian and ink.

But the black of your dress doesn't quite match the ebony of his robes.

It simply plays testament to your ripeness. You're starting to feel like his little doll.

He lies on a beach towel overlooking the sea. So ordinary it makes you choke. Beach ball in the corner by his feet, waiting to be played with.

Fearless.

You wonder just who he had to kill to reach this hubris?

You float down the little exclaves toes barely touching the ground.

He's adorned the rocky beach with a comically large parasol too dark to even have a name. Another towel, a picnic basket, and little coconut cups with straws. Despite his black tainted sunglasses, he knows you're watching him. Caught in the bosom of this haunted shore. Awaiting your capturer's orders.

"You can sit if you want." again he's saying words without realizing how crushing they truly are. Their full weight pulling your bones until they slip from skin.

Might as well have said shark attack and death at sea.

But you obey because despite everything, the towel looks nice and so does the drink.

"The sun doesn't come out very often. But I figured we could at least enjoy it today."

"Thanks," you mutter chewing on the pink straw. You shift your limbs rigidly. Plastic doll coming to life. Pushing tense bones straight as you rest your uneasy head. The waves hum in your ear and you swear you hear the rocks buzze like star songs.

"Why did you bring me here? Why not kill me."

"Well, you're not really any use to me dead" He offers you a melon slice.

"So I'm bait." Qimir sighs, your query exhausting. He simply sips from his own drink. You notice the jounce of his throat with each gulp. How you'd love to ring to those bones, feel them crack between your fingers.

He turns to you, lips a breath away. He hasn't kissed you since that day in the lagoon. But you wish him too so very much.

This isn't the Jedi way...

What?

Qimir's fingers trace over your thighs and hips. Finally, they land heavily on your shoulders, pushing you into the rocks with zeal. He blocks the sun and you can't help but think he's lovelier than any red goliath in the macrocosm.

Qimir's teeth gnaw at your throat, kissing the blood and smearing it with his tongue. Traling open-mouth kisses to the plinth of your neck.

Your nails, rasp curiously at his back, tracing scars, tracing cortosis veins.

His fingers dig into your ribs, painting it in seastars. Kissing starlights and pearls in your bones. His body is hot, scolding. And you wonder if the minerals he surrounds himself with were all nursed in the womb of a violent volcano.

The result of destructive habits is knife bites called kisses and a heart that's finally exploded.

When he pulls off, he poises himself on his knees before falling back to his side, searching for something in the basket. You stare, dress distorted, and breath hitched. You taste the exotic fruit blend again. Burning, caramel, and coconut that linger across your body.

"Hey, can you put this on me?" reality blurs back in, he's dangling a yellow bottle in front of you. "What" he shouldn't have this ease with you. He shouldn't be playing make-believe lovers on the beach with the girl he kidnapped.

But he does.

And you play along too.

"it's sunscreen, believe it or not, I burn easily."

"No"

"please"

"N-"

You don't control your hand as it pours the cream onto his chest. He touches you with such familiarity, the force on this planet is just an extension of him. But you shy away at the thought of running your fingers across his muscle bound chest. What is the force if not a child's toy? If not another doll.

He notices the shyness. Or rather reads it from the air. His force pokes at your arms, laughing at the discomfort. Before you know it he's harbored between your thighs. Large hands holding your wrist.

Firm yet delicate.

He moves your hand over his chest, charting every bump and muscle. Coating the blocker over his skin. It feels like piecing together armor. Preparing him for a battle you've never been invited to.

You don't want this.

Well not quite.

You want to feel his body jolt under your touch and hear the sweet little quips he offers to lighten the mood. You want to capture the fleeting moment where he bites his lip and preserve it for eternity.

But more than anything you want to peel away his armor, his flesh, and bury yourself beneath. Become another one of his secrets and staying inside him. Safe and warm forever.

"Qimir"

He makes pomegranate soup that night. As he nestles your body over his lap. Kissing the half-healed bruise on your forehead. He brings the spoon to your lips and gently nudges your mind to let him in. You part your lips, welcoming him in with the shyness you've been raised on. Blushing little bride-doll.

Legacy. You realize when the seeds erupt inside your mouth.

He's feeding you his secrets, his bequest. Boiling you like the fish and the fruit. And birthing you anew.

You sleep with your head buried in the crux of his neck. Listening to the lullaby of his tattered heart, singing psalms of conquest.

That night you dream of a river red. You blame it on Qimir, the pomegranate seeds were too maroon in color and flavor.

From the crimson water the helmet surfaces. Bobbing in the waves, beckoning you. You cup your hands inside the river, guzzling down the water and licking your fingers after. You let the red kiss your lips and fill your lungs choking you by essence alone. You want to die drinking from the bloodlust. Die in front of his helmet.

So maybe he can call it love.

Or Devotion.

Or anything else equally sweet.

The river doesn't taste like pomegranates, or fruit cocktails, or iced coconut.

It tastes of salty iron, volcanic diamonds and Qimir's lips.

You plunge into the red...

He's thinking about you again. You know it from the moment you awake. His voice is loud inside your head. Reverberating from wall to wall until it is the only thing you hear.

This time the garments are waterproof. Swimwear. Two pieces in black, just black. And adorned with red trees on the seams.

Right, because you beat me in the forest.

Clever.

He has left bangles too, jagged and bruised purple with veins of white. cortosis. Accompanied by a golden necklace that looks like a beating heart, ripped freshly from someone's chest.

"You look beautiful," he remarks after you've dressed in his colors. When did he come in? You need to get better at hearing the man born from shadows. The man who's walking between worlds unseen, unheard his entire life.

He pulls you close, nails picking at the soft flesh of your tummy. Scratching skin and leaving red crescents. He kneels and licks and bites, claiming this new chart of unmarked skin.

This has always been about possession, domination, damnation. "Qimir" you moan and it feels so wrong and so right. Like saber to the heart.

Oh force, how far you've fallen.

Qimir laces his fingers with yours pulling you outside the cave. The sun shimmers off his lopsided smile and he really does glow brighter than every star in the known cosmos.

The lagoon is red.

It shouldn't be red.

"You killed them" Since when have such dire words spilled so easily from your lips? Sol, Jacki, Yord. Are they in this pool? shimmering translucent awaiting a vengeance you do not think you can deliver?

"Yes...But not your Jedi, not yet. These were just some self-pious knights who got in my way."

He brings his arm up showing you a fresh saber cut, before pulling you into the water. It's so warm boiling, lava meets water. You think your skin will peel off.

But you stand your ground. Force directing your every breath. Spine straight head high. Darkside in every way

Sith, sith, sith

You grasp at his forearm, pulling it to your lips. Your tongue finds the slit in the skin and dives it. Mapping out the muscles and drinking in the red.

Exotic fruits bled and blended.

"I think I'm finally getting through to you," Qimir says, brown pearls glazed over with pride. "My sweet little acolyte."

You giggle at the term. It tastes so bitter, like a raw espresso before dawn.

"Oh, master" you moan. As you pull him under the red waters. Lips and legs entwined.

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kingofthelizardpeople · 4 days ago

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Y/N is tied to a chair in Sabrina's living room.

Sabrina climbs onto Y/Ns lap.

Y/N: Sabrina please let me g-

Sabrina: Don't think so dolly, it was way to stressful to get you here. I won’t ever give you up

#yandere #x reader #yandere sabrina carpenter x reader #yandere sabrina carpenter

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bellekawata-san · 6 months ago

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𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍 :

EP.01

"— Do you really think I care?! You're still the same!

— Don't try to play the victim! Do you think I enjoy putting up with your face, you damn bastard?!"

The shouts of an argument woke you up, as usual, your parents were fighting about something you didn't care to know. You had long given up on wanting to find out. Pulling your phone off the charger, you checked the time. You had woken up early, as always, with some time before you needed to go to school again.With a mix of anguish and anger, you got out of bed, glancing around the large room obscured by black curtains, allowing only a sliver of light to pass through the fabric.

—"And now I'm the one to blame?! If I could, I would have left this shitty house!! Far away from you!!"

—"Then go! Go away, you selfish piece of crap!"

—"I'm not leaving because of our daughter, you idiot! The only thing keeping me in this mess!!!"

As always, your name was mentioned. You've long since stopped caring. It was always the same; she said she would leave, but never did.After getting dressed, you glanced at the bed and saw Sass emerging from under the covers. Walking slowly over to him, you placed your hand beside the kwami, allowing him to climb on.

"They're fighting again," you commented as you looked at the kwami. Sass began to float and hid in your hair. Grabbing your headphones, you selected a song and turned up the volume before heading towards the argument.

Descending the white hallway and stairs, you walked to the living room, heading towards the dining room. You stepped over a broken vase on the floor that your parents had just thrown.

—"Why don't you just disappear right now, you contemptible little piece of shit!"

—"The only one who should disappear here is you! You fucking whore!"

You walk past your parents in the living room, entering the dining room and immediately sitting down. You observe the quiet butler placing your breakfast of fried eggs and pastries on the table. Taking advantage of your parents being too busy arguing and the butler being away from the room, you sneakily grab a piece of egg and place it on your lap. With sass, you sit quietly and eat while also having your breakfast.

Leaving home, you finally sighed, the ominously reddish sky a constant presence in everyday life. Looking out of the limousine window, you once again wished you were in a better place.

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3mz0mbi3 · 6 months ago

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HOLY SHIT YOU WRITE FOR MIRACULOUS!? KEKWIWISJSJ-

CAN I REQUEST HOW YANDERE LADYBUG OR CHATNOIR WOULD REACT IF READER WAS AKUMATIZED???

A BLACK SWAN ON STAGE!

—TW; Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Mommy issues, etc.

₊˚⊹꒰YANDERE LADYBUG AN CHATNOIR꒱₊˚⊹

You hoped your day wouldn't be as shitty as it's now.

—"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”

You sigh, about to explode, but you just give them a forced smile.

"Come on, Chloe, it's just a table, you can always get another one! Besides, lunch is almost over, there's no point in arguing anymore, so with Marinette and Alya."

— "No! This is my table! Sabrina and I always sit at this table, can't these plebs come and sit in the place of royalty like me?”

“Well, the tables are all the same, uh—, but come on! I can find you another one worthy of your beautiful presence! Besides, you don't want to deal with so much "plebs", do you? I'll find you somewhere a little more secluded. Not everyone is worthy of your presence.”

You spoke animatedly as you smiled at Chloe, causing her to ponder her words for a moment before she smiling mischievously, blinded by the flattery that made her boost her ego, so it was easier for you to convince her

—“Well, now that you mention it, you're right, so Shu-Shu! Hurry up and find me a better table!”

“Sure, Chloe.”

You smiled, but inside you were pissed off. It was a wonder you didn't explode on the spot and rip out all the blonde girl's hair. You directed your gaze towards Marinette who was with her entire red box., similar to how Nathaniel's hair shook when he hid behind Alya. You only gave a quick nod and a "sweet smile" to the two girls and went back to take care of Chloe, followed by Sabrina to find her a new table so she'd stop making such a fuss.

— “God, this girl is amazing.”

The girl of brown-skinned spoke, fascinated by how much patience you had and how well you could handle Chloe.

— “Right?”

Now the raven girl with the two pigtails spoke dreamily as she followed her beloved with the gaze.

— “Come on, Mari, try talking to her, it's a bit weird that you're looking at her from a distance.”

Marinette ignored her friend's advice and continued looking the girl from a distance. She couldn't believe what an angel [__] was even with a witch like Chloe, but there the girl was looking for a table for the annoying blonde… Spoiled, the young girl with the pigtails returned to reality as the bell rang, indicating that her break was over and it was time to go back to class. She sighed as she turned back to her best friend, who was only gave her advice.

‎♡‧₊˚˗ˏˋ 🩰 ˎˊ˗₊‧‎♡

At last, your hell was over and you could return home to recover from the annoying day. You'd have liked everything to change for once, but everything was the same. You had no choice but to go home and rest, only to experience the same shit the next day. As you walked to the school exit, discouraged, you didn't expect someone to suddenly touch you gently on the shoulder; you quickly turn your head and see beautiful green eyes.

— “[____], Uh— Hello!“

“Oh, Hello, Adrien. Do you need anything?"

The blond boy looked noticeably nervous as he tried to remember his words well and not embarrass himself in front of the young woman. He took a deep breath to start talking.

— “Well, actually, I just wanted to give you something.”

He reached into the pocket of his blue jeans, pulled out a pretty pink ribbon and held out his arm to the young woman to hand it to him, whereupon the young woman took it in one of her hands.

“Oh, its cute but may I know why you're giving it to me?

— “Oh— Well I thought you could tie it in your hair to match your ballet dress.”

He spoke nervously as he played with his fingers, but you were still processing what he had just said, you thought that almost no one knew you practiced ballet, you looked at the ribbon in your hand and couldn't help but smile.

“Thanks so much Adrien, I really appreciate it, how did you know I practiced ballet?”

—“Ah—"It's just that I, well, uh—I heard you practiced ballet, so I thought you'd like it.”

“Oh, I see… Thank you again, see you tomorrow, Adrien.”

She gave Adrien a smile of gratitude, he just smiled nervously as the young woman turned back towards the exit of the school to head to your house.

— “UHG! Who does Adrien think he is? "Why did he get so close to [____]? Do you think Adrien likes [____] too?"

— “Come on girl, maybe they were just talking, you know that not all the people who get close to [____] its because they have to be into her.”

— “Alya, but— did you see the way Adrien was looking at [____]?! Also, he approached her very suddenly! I know Adrien is up to something, and I am going to make sure he does not get it!

— “Chill out Marinette, you might still have a chance if you just talk to her, you will never know if you do not try.”

The young girl with the pigtails just grumbled, still annoyed by the interaction of his beloved [____] and Adrien, while Alya tried to calm her down.

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You collapsed on your bed with your backpack, exhausted from walking. You still had the ribbon bow in your hand you just looked at it, you were very tired from walking, not only from that but from having to go to school and from having to solve the problems. Problems from all your "friends", and having to stay up all night studying for even the easy questions in class, you tossed and turned in your bed until you stayed face up looking at the ceiling of your room and think

—“Oh, but your only just helping them; what's wrong with that?”

Well, if you had to listen to them all the time, in class, all the time talking about them and their emotional problems, maybe you were already a psychologist??

—"But they're just blowing off steam!"

Of course you never saw anything wrong with that. Some of your classmates had a lot of trust in you, but one thing was that they wanted to blow off steam, on the other they expected you to come up with an answer that would solve everything. You could only give them comforting words and support them; why did they expect even more from you?

"Did you always try to please everyone around you, but why? Why didn't you want to disappoint anyone, or why did you want to present a good image? Maybe because that was what your mother expected of you? After all, you They were his golden girl… His perfect girl, right?

…

How pathetic to want to fulfill the expectations of others, but you didn't even have an expectation; you just hid it next to your dreams.

"Why your life now isn't what you always imagined it would be like a child?"

"When did it all go down the drain?"

The only one you blame for this is your mother. As a child, you always had a grade point average of 8. Your mother always congratulated you; she never demanded more from you; she even rewarded you; she paid for a course so that you could learn ballet and practice, since you always adored him.

"Why did everything change from one day to the next?"

You just remember sobbing while your mom yells at you about how much you disappointed her.

—“Damn it, tell me! What do you think they're going to say about me when they find out my daughter got a 7 in math?! You always disappoint me! You've always done that! It was my mistake to leave you practicing that shit! Isn't that more than standing on your toes and flying around? What good would it do to you in life! It won't make anything of you instead of worrying about your future! What university will you go to? None!, if all you can do is dance and not even that well!!"

You were startled to hear the memory of your mother's voice echoing in your head. That memory did nothing but make you cry. It was the worst moment of your childhood, when you literally had to bury your dreams because your mother had had enough of your crying and ended up burning your pretty ballet shoes along with your tutu and the ribbon you used to tie your hair with. You sigh as you try to calm yourself down, but you can't; the only thing going through your mind are these words. You realize that even as you are crying, squeezing the hand holding the ribbon Adrien gave you, you do not want to look at it. Now that you were trying to calm your silly whining, you were so focused that you didn't even notice a little black butterfly appear with purple tones that now approached you and perched on your ribbon bow

— “Oh, poor girl, you help everyone with their problems, but never with yours. You get recognized by someone who is not you. I am Hawk Moth. How about I help you shine and be recognized for your biggest dream?"

Now that you hear a man's voice, you smile at his suggestion as you sit down on your bed.

"Yes…"

You spoke unconsciously, thinking about how everyone would finally see what you were made of and what you should have been all along, but that your mother despised.

— “Just in return, I want you to bring me Ladybug and Catnoir's Miraculous

“Sure…Hawk Moth.”

— "Go and shine, Cygnus Noir.”

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A young girl in a red suit with black dots was moving quickly from building to building thanks to her yo-yo with which she was swinging. She had been alerted by the sighting of an akumatized person near the Eiffel Tower, On the news they described it as a horrible gigantic monster. While she was swinging, she watched as several citizens were attacked by what seemed to be small porcelain dolls dressed as ballet dancers. I watched as they attacked mainly with the sharp pointed ballet slippers. He wondered where his companion Catnoir could be. For some reason, the faces of the dolls seemed familiar to him, something that worried him.

Meanwhile, a boy in a black suit was carefully sneaking out of the Agreste mansion to support his partner. As he ran across some rooftops he could already see the disaster that was generated by that akumatized person.

He did not hesitate to come down from the heights of the buildings to face some small dolls that attacked the citizens with fury, they were fast with their movements so he barely had time to see them in detail, while he dedicated himself to dodging and counterattacking with his cane at the moment that one of the dolls attacked him directly at her face with her sharp sneakers, while stopping his attack he could see her better when he managed to look at her more carefully. It was at that moment that he was little terrified when he looked at her face, the thing he least wanted to think about was that his beloved was the akumatized one but it was obvious. He did not hesitate much to break the doll into pieces with one blow with his cane and the other little dolls that were still intact only quickly dispersed, escaping from the hero for fear of ending up like his companion.

Cat Noir was trying to take his time from him as he could feel the panic running through his body. He was staring at what were now just broken pieces of the doll, although he was looking to one in specific. The face, broken into just one perfect piece.

— “There you are, Cat Noir! “I was looking for you!”

The hero in red and black landed a few meters near the black cat who was still in shock. The confused girl approached him, but it was then that the blonde reacted and walked away from her, which disconcerted her.

— “My Lady, we have to finish off the Akuma as quickly as possible.”

I speak Cat Noir seriously. Could be heard the annoyance in his voice.

—“Uh— yes I agree, but it something happened to you?, Are you fi-

The raven girl's words were suddenly cut off when she felt something creak under her foot and a noise could be heard as if it were broken porcelain. Under her gaze, she had actually stepped on something. When she removed her foot, she gasped in fear..

'That is what I think..?'

It was when she now knew who the akumatized person was, it was her beautiful angel [____], she felt how not only worry invaded his body but also the rage.

NOTES

꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── Everybody died and the end. ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── AHAHAHA- Sorry, I didn't have so many ideas for a fight between the akumatized reader and Ladybug and Cat Noir (╥﹏╥), but I'll definitely update it when I get an idea. ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── I didn't really like how I did it to the reader, I would have liked it to be a little more neutral, I don't know if I understand- ꒰🌊꒱ؘ ⊹ ── I apologize for any mistakes I have, if some things don't make much sense or can be misinterpreted, my English is not very good.

#mlb #miraculous ladybug #yandere behavior #Yandere Marinette #Yandere Adrien #yandere miraculous ladybug #Yandere Ladybug and Cat Noir #sensitive topics #Reader #Akuma #akumatized #akumatized!reader #alya cesaire #chloe bourgeois #sabrina rainconprix #hawk moth

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snoopledrooplecheesedoodle · 28 days ago

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Day 10: Rebirth: Sabrina

Couldn't find any picture I liked so here have Sabrina being a cutie pie with Haunter. You have a Pokémon partner which is a Vileplume Bangkai (Indonesian word that can translate to flower and corpse). You are not a trainer.

TW: Sabrina is a mixture of the anime and game, mind games, kidnapping, cruelty (not towards the reader), don't really like this one as my idea wasn't super solid I'm just simping without a plan

Saffron City was alive with the holiday season as people and pokémon alike were buzzing with holiday cheer. You and your loyal Vileplume Bangkai walk side by side in the bustling streets.

You were no trainer, but everybody should have at least one pokémon with them for safety. Your raised Bangkai from a small Oddish and he was very loyal to you. "Vileplume!" Bangkai said eyes sparkling at the poffin stand, before turning to you with eager eyes. You giggle at how motivated by food Bangkai was.

"Alright Bangkai but no more until Christmas, can't have you getting too chubby." You grin as your Vileplume huffs the scarf you put on your beloved pokémon whips in the air. You wonder how Bangkai became so dramatic (like parent like child). The man at the poffin stand smiles as you walk up to him. "Hello valued customer, are you looking to buy a poffin for your pokémon?" You smile and gesture to Bangkai who was trying to grab one off the table.

"Yes, I'd like to get a couple poffins for my Vileplume." The stand owner's eyes shine with admiration at your gluttonous grass-poison pokemon. "My word that is by far the most beautiful Vileplume I've ever seen, are you a pokémon breeder by chance?"

Bangkai puffs spores out of its flower with pride, twirling in an arrogant dance. "No, I'm just a regular citizen of Saffron, Bangkai just keeps me company." The poffin seller visibly deflates. "What a shame I was hoping I could get a pokémon as beautiful as yours." Yeah, that's enough ego fluffing for your Vileplume.

"How much do I owe you?" You ask reaching into your pocket for money. You have a basket of poffins shoved into your hands. "No please take it on the house, for your perfect pokémon." You wanted to argue but Bangkai huffed and shouted an impatient "Vileplume!", signifying he wanted his food now. "Okay Bangbang, but no more before dinner." You toss your pokemon the Sinnoh region treat which the flower pokemon eagerly gobbles up. What are you going to do with this rascal?

Sabrina hid her identity with a cloak as the successful gym leader/model didn't wish to be recognized. People were something Sabrina still despised as they were all so shallow. They admired Sabrina for being a powerful psychic and a pretty face. The only creatures that didn't scrutinize her like that were pokémon.

Sabrina felt for her Alakazam's poke ball which moved under her touch as if he sensed her distress. The gym leader sighs brushing her dark locks behind her ear, she should return to her gym. The woman turns to go until she sees a sight that stops her heart. A vileplume and human walking so happily by each other's side. Sabrina must be imagining things as most humans don't care for their pokémon as anything other than pets or weapons. Using her telepathic powers, she read your vileplume's mind.

She could hear the pokemon's thoughts on you and was stunned. How could a pokemon hold so much love and respect for a human? Sabrina stared slack jawed as your pokemon hangs onto your arm playfully, shooting toxic spores away from you. Could you be someone that Sabrina could trust? She must know more about you the mysterious resident of Saffron City and your companion.

The next morning a firm knock on your door wakes you from your sleep. What a shame you were having such a pleasant dream. Bangkai grumbles sleepily and turns away from the noise, leaving you to have to go answer the door. You grumble and stretch walking to the door only to be greeted by a stranger in a white coat. "Hello." The stranger steps back in disgust, did you really look that bad in the morning?

"I am Jason the psychic and I'm here to extend an invitation to the Saffron City gym on behalf of Sabrina." Wait you were invited to the pokémon gym as a non-trainer? By the allusive gym leader/ actress Sabrina herself. This seemed too nonsensical to be real, you must still be dreaming. You yawn and move to close the door. "Well Jason tell 'Sabrina' I'm not coming." Before you could close the door, the door was forced open by a strong force.

"Listen here you twerp, you should be grateful that Sabrina even gives you the time of day. Most of us trainers are treated like dirt so get ready to go or else." You were pissed at this guy threatening you, but he was a psychic pokemon trainer a person with pokemon ready for battle, while you're a regular citizen and Bangkai is not trained to battle. Which leads Jason's coercion to work. "Alright, let me get dressed." Jason seems satisfied with your cooperation as he smiles. "Thank you don't take long, also bring your Vileplume too. Sabrina has taken an interest in it too."

Just what was Sabrina planning for you?

Entering the gym, you see multiple trainers in white coats practice harnessing their psychic powers. Some being more successful than others, Bangkai wandered around looking at the people in awe. Your Vileplume rarely interacted with trainers much less other pokemon.

Jason rolls his eyes at your awe and confusion at the new surroundings. He approaches very elaborate double doors and opens them with a flourish. On the other side is a long hallway with a throne where a beautiful woman with long flowing hair that was such a dark green it was almost black. While her face was bored her pinkish red eyes grow a sparkle of life when they spot you.

"Very good you're not totally useless, shut the door behind you." Jason spluttered at the gym leader's blunt response. "Sabrina I-I wanted to talk to you about something for a while. I-" The man was frozen in place screaming in terrible pain as a blue outline glowed around him. While Jason was a jerk you felt bad for the poor man.

"I don't speak to subordinates unless I wish to, you are excused Jason." You then see the poor man stumble to the door limping in pain. You jump when the doors shut leaving just you, Bangkai, and Sabrina.

"Come closer I wish to observe you up close." The flat monotone voice pulls you like you were hypnotized. "Plume!" Bangkai pulls on your outfit with a worried look. You stop and bend down to Bangkai's level. "It's okay buddy we're just visiting, when we leave, I'll take you to the pokecafe so you can play with the owner's Jigglypuff." Your Vileplume brightens once more, jumping on you excitedly at the word "play" and "pokemon".

You look to see Sabrina looking on at your interaction with Bangkai with interest. "You're Vileplume seems content with you." You grin sheepishly as you attempt to calm down the hyper poison type. "Bangkai's my best friend, he's been with me since he was a little Oddish. He's a stinker for sure but I love him all the same." Bangkai jumps for joy and exclaims a happy "Vilplume!"

Sabrina stares at you for a moment before nodding. "I would like to battle your Vilplume if you don't mind." You freeze with terror and step in front of Bangkai protectively. "Bangbang isn't a trained pokemon, I don't want him getting hurt." Sabrina's frown deepens. "I wasn't asking, I'm challenging you. It's common etiquette to accept a gym leader's challenge in her own gym." You sweat nervously, you known Sabrina specializes in psychic types, which are super effective against poison types like Bangkai.

You look at your Vileplume who looks at you with a new determined look. You've never seen Bangkai look so serious before, perhaps its worth a try. "Alright, I accept your challenge." Sabrina smirks before standing up from her chair. "Excellent, however I'd like to make a wager." You are further confused what could you possibly have that Sabrina would want. "Okay what are you betting?" Sabrina looks you up and down. "Loser must do whatever the winner commands." You blanch at this odd bet; she's expecting for you to become her toy.

"Okay seems fair, I'll do it." Sabrina's eyes glow with a new emotion you have yet to see on anyone. Sabrina guides you to the battlefield where you stand with Bangkai on one side, Sabrina on the other. "Mr. Mime come out." Sabrina tosses a pokeball which opens revealing the creepy mime pokemon in all its glory. Alright should be fine. You rack your brain for pokemon moves a grass poison type can use. Sabrina doesn't wait as her Mr. Mime use psybeam. "Bangkai dodge!" Your Vileplume jumps out of the way.

Sabrina sends psychic attack after psychic attack which you tell your Vileplume to dodge, hoping to just tire out her pokemon. Sabrina glares before returning her Mr. Mime to its pokeball. "Alakazam win this battle!" Oh no, not her famed Alakazam. You've heard nightmare stories about how ruthless this pokemon was towards their team.

Sabrina looks at her Alakazam who nods and instead of attacking your pokemon it sends a power psychic attack your way. Was this woman crazy, people could die if hit by a powerful pokemon! You duck praying the attack misses you, but hear something odd. "Plume!" Bangkai jumps in the way and shoots spores at the incoming attack destroying the ground instead of you.

"Bangkai...you saved me." Bangkai turns to you and nods protectively standing in front of you. Sabrina's Alakazam teleports forwards but Bangkai uses Petal blizzard which stops the Alakazam from getting closer. Your Vileplume uses moves you never thought possible, some even hitting the Alakazam. This is it you might win your first pokémon battle. However, Sabrina was prepared as Alakazams Future Sight hits Bangkai knocking the poor pokemon down.

"Plume..." The Vileplume weakly croaks out, that's it you were ending this. "Sabrina, I forfeit just please don't hurt Bangkai anymore." Sabrina lets a cruel grin cover her face. "Very well as the winner I now get to command you to do anything I want." You flinch hoping she would just hurt you and end this terrible moment.

"Kiss me." What? Did you hear the gym leader correctly? Sabrina narrows her eyes at your hesitancy, a powerful force brings you forward till your face was near hers. "Kiss me or I won't release you." You shiver at her power but do as she wants planting your lips softly on her own. You try to pull back quickly but the Psychic type trainers wraps her arms around you pulling you further into her.

When she's had her fill, she parts causing you to gasp for air. "As I thought you are perfect for me." You stand confused and scared. "Okay Sabrina I'm going to go to the pokemon center to heal Ban-" You're stopped by the beauty's psychic powers. "No you're not, an assistant of mine can do that. I command you to come sit on my lap." You are force to come sit on the emotionless woman's lap as she strokes your head. "You are now my partner, and you will be living with me from now on. Disobey me and I will hurt your Vileplume so bad that he'll wish for death." You stare at the pink eyed woman in fear, how could your city's gym leader be so cruel?

"Alright, just please don't hurt my buddy." Sabrina nods before tilting your chin up. "Tell me you love me." Afraid of the consequences you stammer an I love you out. Sabrina seems to genuinely smile for the first time since you've seen her.

"Good, now kiss me again."

Sabrina's ideas were reborn as she no longer hated all humans, you were human and she loved you dearly.

This is slightly longer than expected, I kind of want to make this into a full fic. If anyone wants a full Yandere Sabrina fic with Bangkai, let me know. Also the full fic will be better fleshed out and Sabrina will be a bit more sympathetic (she's still going to threaten everyone around you to get you to fall in line).

#yandere x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere #yandere sabrina x reader #sabrina pokemon #yandere gym leader x reader #female yandere #cheese has spoken

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vivi-rosexx · 1 month ago

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sharing wips because i hate drawing

#itsfunneh yhs #yhs #itsfunneh #gold yhs #golden glare #goldenglare #yandere high school #you cant tell me gold in sabrina’s little outfits isnt perfect

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shesmanic · 10 months ago

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foolish one ...

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knivesnkisses · 2 years ago

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(No preference for what OC)

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

MCs

Poppy- spring! She loves the return of all the flowers and other plants, and when she's not helping people start their gardens back up, she's talking nature walks when the weather is nice.

Mai- autumn. Summer is way too hot, and winter can get a little bit too dreary, but fall is the start of sweater weather, which means she can feel cozy and secure without melting. It's also school season, which means some of the younger students she tutors go back to school, freeing up some time for herself.

Harper- honestly, she can't pick. She likes them all on their own merits, but they also bring their own issues to her work at the hospital (seasonal illnesses, weather related injuries, etc). Winter is kind of her least favorite because her shifts often end after sundown and missing daylight bums her out.

Sabrina- summer. It's stupid hot, and she generally refuses to change her usual outfit of jeans and leather jackets, but it means her little sister is out of school and that they can spend more time together (and get the poor thing out of their dad's house). Lots of camping and stargazing gets packed into 3 months.

Dane- summer! Lots of gigs open up, with him applying to independent summer music festivals and the like as either staff or an artist. He's a simple man who just enjoys the vibes.

OCs

Markham- winter. Maybe spring. They're the times people are least likely to come poking around where his home is hidden, and he likes the sort of isolation that snow brings. Halloween is one of the WORST nights for him, so he hates the fall season on principal.

Mr. E- spring! Although he has a sort of butterfly sanctuary in his home, he loves the natural return of the butterfly and moth populations. Makes him giddy.

Azi- summer, babyyyyy. Lots of parties, and people at those parties! They like going around and meeting new folks, learning about being human in general. And it's fun! Especially the ones that happen in out of the way places with lots of lights and booze.

Casey- winter. It's cold, it's quiet, and aside from the occasional call from family, no one fucking bothers him. It's almost perfect, except that he stands out more when it snows because he refuses to wear much else other than black. Likes Halloween though, for the exact opposite reasons Markham does. It's prime hunting season, and he's aiming to get some good shots for his blog.

#Poppy Greeneway.#Mai Ikeda.#Harper Holt.#Sabrina Wells.#Dane Hightower.#Markham.#Mr. E.#Azi.#Casey Hightower.#yandere mc #yandere #male yandere

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lenybunny · 9 months ago

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— ✿RULES & MASTERLIST✿ —

✿RULES:

—things i write:

mostly smut, some occasional fluff, angst, etc…

mostly oneshots, but i’ll do multiple parts of things if requested!

i only write fem!celeb x fem!reader (i write poly situations as long as reader is involved)

non-celeb AU

—things i don’t write:

anything smutty involving minors

noncon, yandere, ageplay, anything with animals, any other things of that sort

g!p

stories with JUST celeb x celeb

male readers or male celebs

butt stuff

fetishes (NONE, absolutely NONE)

—general:

i can’t do every single request i receive, but if your req helps me write anything, i will mention it in the a/n

if you are putting prompts along with a req, please don’t put too many

don’t hesitate to tell me if you think anything is wrong with a story or tags!

please let me know about grammatical/spelling mistakes in the fics so i can fix them. i try my best to catch them all, but sometimes i just don’t notice

✿PROMPTS:

—all of these were originally written for my kpop blog, please disregard the ones that mentions idols/maknae/etc

bratty/degrading/etc smut

first time/inexperienced smut

praise/soft/etc smut

misc smut

threesome smut

kinks

angst/fluff

✿MASTERLIST:

renee rapp

chappell roan

margot robbie

sabrina carpenter

taylor swift

anne hathaway

dakota johnson

sydney sweeney

✿COMING SOON:

regina x reader - “eclipse” (smut)

fics on my alts (@airaibunny + @tcubunny)

✿MY ANONS

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fanficlolsblog · 8 months ago

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MY MAIN MASTERLIST

(i write for mainly gxg sorry. i also take requests so let me know if you want anything written.)

female celebrities!

taylor swift

HEADCANONS! here

drunk (non smut version)

summary: you're drunk and your girlfriend, taylor wants to take you home, which you try to resist.

casual (REWRITING!)

summary:

good luck, babe

summary: Y/N is in a complicated relationship with taylor swift, where she wants more than just fun, but taylor isn't ready to commit. after a tough conversation, Y/N decides to end things, realizing they deserve more than casual affection. though it hurts, Y/N feels a sense of freedom and relief after walking away.

the fan

summary: y/n, a dedicated swiftie, runs a popular social media account showcasing her edits and paintings of taylor swift. after being noticed by taylor nation, she’s invited to the eras tour. throughout the concert, y/n repeatedly catches taylor’s eye, leaving her flustered. backstage, taylor compliments y/n’s art and admits she couldn’t stop looking at her during the show. as y/n leaves, taylor runs after her to ask for her phone number, making the night even more surreal.

we don’t talk anymore

summary: falling in love with taylor swift felt like a whirlwind, but when the pressure of fame and her struggle with coming out grew too much, you broke up. as she tried to move on with travis kelce, you both admitted to missing each other, but her jealousy over your friendship with shawn mendes created tension. despite the distance, you both realized that your love story wasn’t over and that there was still hope for a future together.

all too well

summary:

i miss you, i’m sorry

summary:

loathe you

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dress

summary:

all i want for christmas is you (WRITING!)

summary:

jenna ortega

HEADCANONS! here

the co-star

summary: on the set of wednesday, Y/N and jenna ortega, who have an on-screen romance, face tension due to jenna's aversion to Y/N. during a heated kiss scene, jenna’s unexpected passion creates an awkward situation, leading her to avoid Y/N for the rest of the day. Y/N is left embarrassed and uncertain about their strained relationship.

the co-star part 2

summary: the day after a tense kiss scene, Y/N and jenna ortega face awkwardness on set. jenna's avoidance creates discomfort, but a heartfelt conversation helps clarify the situation. jenna reveals she's dealing with personal issues, easing the tension and allowing them to start rebuilding their professional rapport.

yandere!unhealthy obsession

summary: after a brief encounter with jenna ortega at a meet-and-greet, y/n is surprised to receive a follow request and a message from her. what starts as a seemingly innocent exchange soon spirals into a possessive obsession, with jenna constantly messaging, showing up unannounced, and isolating y/n from friends. as y/n tries to distance themselves, jenna’s behavior grows darker, her obsession tightening like a trap, until y/n realizes that escaping her hold might be impossible.

coachella

summary:

hot n cold (WRITING!)

summary:

flawless

summary:

it’s always been you

summary:

strangers

summary:

watching horror movies

summary:

billie eilish

HEADCANONS! here

guess?

summary:

i could eat that girl for lunch

summary:

wasn’t it obvious?

summary:

boyfriend

summary:

lana del rey

HEADCANONS! here

cinnamon girl

summary:

flirt

summary:

will you still love me?

summary:

kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor

summary:

gracie abrams

HEADCANONS! here

i love you, i’m sorry

summary:

sabrina carpenter

HEADCANONS! here

taste

summary: your favourite artist, sabrina carpenter asks you to be in her new music video, ‘taste’, which of course you couldn’t refuse…

it’s not christmas without you

summary:

red wine supernova

summary:

we never go out of style

summary: y/n is caught in a complicated relationship with singer sabrina carpenter, who picks her up for a late-night drive. despite knowing their connection often leads to heartbreak, y/n can’t resist sabrina's allure. they share a passionate encounter, but y/n realizes they're stuck in a cycle of returning to each other. after their intense moment, y/n chooses to leave, aware that they will likely reunite again despite the pain.

i’m not perfect

summary: y/n develops an intense obsession with singer sabrina carpenter, feeling both admiration and jealousy. after meeting her at a performance, y/n’s fixation deepens as sabrina acknowledges their presence, making the attraction even harder to ignore. despite sabrina’s kindness, y/n struggles with the emotional pain of unrequited feelings, caught between admiration and the torment of knowing sabrina is out of reach.

demitra kalogera

HEADCANONS! here

sunday kalogera

HEADCANONS! here

the heart wants what it wants (WRITING!)

summary:

jennifer lawernce

HEADCANONS! here

just good friends

summary:

the interviewer

summary:

coffee?

summary:

emma roberts

HEADCANONS!

the babysitter (WRITING!)

summary: Y/N, a 19-year-old college student, gets a job babysitting actress Emma Roberts’ 4-year-old son, Rhodes. As Y/N cares for him, she starts to feel a growing tension between her and Emma. They share small, intense moments, and Emma admits that Y/N feels “different” to her. Though their conversation is interrupted, the unspoken attraction between them is clear, leaving things unresolved.

never too old

summary:

male celebrities!

timothee chalamet

HEADCANONS! here

no strings attached

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i hate you

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matt sturniolo

HEADCANONS! here

again

summary: you and matt have been so called 'friends' for years even though there is something clearly there. matt is sick of being just friends and decides to do something about it…

teachers pet (REWRITING!)

summary: on the first day of school, Y/N encounters Mr. Sturniolo, a young, charismatic new english teacher who draws her attention with his engaging manner and attractive appearance. during a private discussion after class, his intense concern and personal focus create an underlying tension, leaving Y/N both intrigued and unsettled about their evolving relationship.

sick

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the grudge

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cardigan

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chris sturniolo

HEADCANONS! here

idfc

summary: y/n is stuck in a toxic relationship with chris sturniolo, who often disappears and returns drunk. despite knowing he's not truthful or committed, y/n can’t let go. one night, after he comes back, they share an intimate moment, and she asks him to lie and say he loves her, even though she knows it’s fake. unable to break free from her feelings, y/n accepts the lies for the fleeting comfort they bring.

frat boy

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i trusted you

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invisible string

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characters!

wednesday addams

HEADCANONS! here

just a little bite

summary: Y/N, a vampire, returns to wednesday addams' dorm after a day out, sensing her girlfriend's hidden frustration at being apart. as Y/N teases wednesday about her vampire nature, they share playful intimacy through biting. their connection deepens, revealing Wednesday’s vulnerability and desire, ultimately strengthening their bond in the shadows.

smoking

summary: you and wednesday addams, your stoic roommate, share an unspoken romantic tension. one night, she catches you smoking and warns you about the dangers, impulsively throwing your last cigarette out the window. angry, you confront her, but the confrontation reveals deeper feelings between you two, culminating in a tentative kiss that changes everything.

jealous girl (WRITING!)

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mine

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i despise you

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the perfect girl

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ethan landry

HEADCANONS! here

i did this for you, for us (WRITING!)

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that boy is a monster

summary: y/n becomes dangerously infatuated with ethan landry, who hides a dark, monstrous side behind his charm. despite knowing he’s dangerous, y/n can’t resist the pull of his intense gaze and possessive nature. as ethan slowly consumes y/n’s heart and soul, y/n falls deeper into the twisted relationship, unable to escape the hold he has over them. in the end, y/n willingly lets ethan devour their heart, accepting the monster he truly is.

boyfriend

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nerd

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yknow i’ve always had a thing for you

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kiss me

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you belong to me

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jill roberts

HEADCANONS! here

come here dressed in black

summary: Y/N discovers that her girlfriend, jill roberts, is ghostface. despite the horrifying truth, Y/N feels a strong attraction to jill, especially when she reveals herself in the ghostface costume. caught between fear and desire, Y/N struggles to leave the dangerous relationship, unable to resist jill's dark allure.

i won’t hurt you

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you’re mine

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can’t even

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ghostface

HEADCANONS! here

pretty girl (WRITING!)

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billy loomis

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

stu macher

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

tara carpenter

HEADCANONS!

caught

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let’s ruin the friendship (WRITING!)

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the roommate

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my axe (WRITING!)

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vada cavell

secret

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astrid deetz

just friends

summary: you find yourself caught in a complicated relationship with astrid deetz, who is spending time with another guy named jeremy. as you navigate your feelings of jealousy and confusion, you confront astrid about her intentions, leading to an emotional struggle between love and heartbreak. despite your desire to be together, it becomes clear that the timing may not be right, leaving you to question what you truly mean to each other.

do i wanna know?

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jackie taylor

HEADCANONS!

am i making you feel sick?

summary: y/n alone in the wilderness, applies lipstick to jackie's lifeless body and is visited by jackie's ghost. jackie hints that your true hunger is for her, not just for food. as jackie's spirit fades, y/n is overwhelmed by the realisation of jackie's death and her own deep grief.

katniss everdeen

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

finnick odair

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

tori vega

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

jade west

HEADCANONS!

leaving tonight

summary:

quinn fabray

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

rafe cameron

HEADCANONS!

ruin the friendship

summary:

max mayfield

HEADCANONS!

nothing yet…

eleven

HEADCANONS!

first kiss (WRITING!)

summary:

tate langdon

nothing yet…

madison montgomery

i insist

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living dead girl

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brooke thompson

nothing yet…

lee (bones and all)

nothing yet…

michael myers

sick love story

summary:

chop, chop, slide

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leon kennedy

nothing yet…

bela dimitrescu

nothing yet…

debra morgan

nothing yet…

dexter morgan

nothing yet…

rick grimes

nothing yet…

daryl dixon

nothing yet…

vanessa afton

nothing yet…

pyramid head

nothing yet…

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