#yandere sweet pea x reader

[arieswritez]

yan!mark talks to you this way when you try to escape btw!! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 restraining orders are literally just suggestions when it comes to mark 🥺

mumble mumble predator/prey dynamic with yan!mark mumble mumble

cw; mentions of stalking, yan!mark, no smut but suggestive, just me rambling lolll, mdni 💕

yan!mark who never thought about pinning you until one day you sneak up on him to scare him (joke) and he just completely flips you over his hip and onto the floor. you have to fight back the vertigo from the way your entire world tilted to tell him it's just me! just me!!

and he's got his fist in the air, ready to strike.

his gaze softens when. . yeah. it is just you.

but he still hovers over you because. . you look so alarmed. your eyes wide with fear. your breath picking up. he can hear your heartbeat if he concentrates.

you look like a scared, cornered animal and mark has. . never been harder LMAOO. don't be surprised if he just gets on his knees and starts pulling your pants down <3

good luck trying to break up with him!! stalking you gives him a stiffy!!! xx

[devotedfem]

«Charlie Y/n and the chocolate factory»

Synopsis: You were broke and lost, but a golden ticket changed your life. You won a trip to Seokjin's candy factory with other 4 contestants. But the tall charming man hid very dark secrets inside his company.

K. Seokjin x f. Reader

5.3K words.

Genre: Charlie and the chocolate factory au | yander-ish.

Tags: inspired by Charlie and the chocolate factory by Tim burton, obsessive behavior, mystery, weird and whimsy Seokjin (just like Wonka from the movie), murder, character death (not reader or Seokjin), hints of cannibalism (nothing explicit), weird things happening in the factory, plot with porn, extremely dubious consent, reader doesn't want Seokjin's attention, captivity, smut, very bad ending for reader, good ending for Seokjin, a tiny bit of angst, so much mystery.

From the series masterlist; Hush.

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It was freezing out there, you sighed blowing cold air, rubbing your palms to ease the ugly cold that was getting into your bones. 

The little old house of your grandpa came into view, you rush into it, dying to sit in front of the hearth.

“Grandpa I’m home!” You say kicking your boots away, removing your big scarf and coat.

The temperature of the house wasn’t too different from outside, but at least your sweet grandpa was sitting comfortably in front of the fire, wrapped in many fluffy blankets. Your heart ache at the sight, you didn’t have enough money to install a heater. Your parents died when you were 12, and your grandpa took care of you since then, but he couldn’t do it anymore because of his illness, leaving him unemployed, so since you were 16 you had to work many jobs to support yourself and your grandparent. He was with you at your worst, so you will stay with him at his worst too. You own him a lot.

“Hi there,” you said softly, sitting beside him on the couch.

“Oh! My sweet pea! I didn’t hear ya’ coming, how was work, my child?” He said putting on his cute glasses with his clumsy hands, his eyes looked even more bigger now.

You smiled softly at him.

“ ‘Was pretty good as always. Tell me what did you do today? Read another good book?” You asked trying to divert the conversation, you didn’t want to talk about your shitty job.

It worked, because your grandpa smiled big and sweet, with stars shinning in his eyes.

“Even better, I listened to the radio, and guess what?” He asked like an excited toddler, you couldn’t help the endear smile from breaking on your face.

“What?”

“Seokjin gave a speech on the radio after being gone for 10 years! He will reopen his chocolate factory, but that’s not the best part!”

You frowned a little, that man closed his factory before your parents died. Your grandpa always told you that he met him once, but at this point you don’t know if you should trust your grandpa’s clarity and blurred memory.

“What would be his reason to appear again out of nowhere,” you said more to yourself, wondering about the mysterious man’s intention.

Your grandpa just shrugged at your words.

“Who knows… he has this mysterious and whimsy aura that surrounds him,” he said with admiration in his eyes, making you smile. “Anyway, as I was saying, the best part it’s that he hid five golden tickets inside five candy bars, they may be anywhere, in any shop. The point is, that those lucky five will visit Seokjin’s factory, and one of them will receive a special prize!”

You hummed at his words, imagining finding a golden ticket to give it to your grandpa, fulfilling his dream of visiting Seokjin’s factory, his literally idol.

But the corner of your lips curled down at your thoughts, you shouldn’t fantasize about that stuff, you’re not that lucky, and the probability of finding it is very low. You have to be realistic, you don’t even buy candy.

But… watching your dear grandpa’s eyes shining with hope at the thought of finding a golden ticket squeeze your heart.

You’d do anything in the world to make him happy, that’s why you’re walking towards the shop in the middle of the night, freezing your ass and ready to spend your last 5$ dollars.

The nearest store was full of people, as you expected. There was a queue of 30 people inside, all of them were buying candy bars, some even had shopping carts full of candys to the top. You were impressed, you didn’t know Seokjin’s factory was so adored.

You grabbed only one candy bar because you couldn’t afford to buy more. You felt a pang of sadness when you compared yourself to the others, your chances of getting the golden ticket were very low, and you knew that fact when you chose to test your luck, but the pill was still hard to swallow.

You paid the candy bar, and watched the snow outside of the store, so you stayed there two minutes more, using the heater of the store to warm your body.

But then, curiosity won over you, so you started to open the candy wrapper. You just needed to know, you’ll wrapped the candy again later.

And then your world stopped.

“What the fuck,” you blurt out with your hands trembling, blinking hard to make sure that it wasn’t your mind playing tricks.

It just can’t be true, the possibility, the chances were ridiculously low, but there it was.

A golden ticket. A fucking golden ticket.

“Oh my god you got it! She got it! Please resell it to me! I’ll give you anything, I can give you 3.000$ dollars right now!” A desperate woman grabbed one of your shoulders, with wide eyes fixated on the ticket in your hands.

You inhaled sharp at her words. Your heart beat went wild.

You needed the money, desperately. 3.000$ dollars would help you and your grandpa a lot. You can even raise the price taking advantage of the woman desperation.

But you just couldn’t. This was your grandparent dream, and you know deep down that this big opportunity it’s way more valuable than a few thousands of dollars, so you kept the candy bar and the ticket in your pocket and walked out of the store, almost running and looking back to make sure that no one was following you. You knew that you were extremely lucky by having the ticket, so you won’t take any risk on losing it.

“I got it!” You screamed at the top of your lungs when you got into your home, waking up your grandpa.

That night his eyes shined brighter than the fucking stars, you two were so lucky.

You just hope that everything keeps going this well. You really do.

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There was 6 of you standing in front of Seokjin’s factory, you were the only one who brought company. Your grandpa was as excited as a child eating a candy bar.

The other “participants” were a little bit intimidating, there was a young boy with bunny eyes and bulky body, he looked like a biker. Then there was this one who looked too posh and rich to be here, and right next to him was a blonde and cute boy chewing a gun. And the last man was pale and short, he seemed pretty quiet.

You were the only woman, and you didn’t know how to feel about it. You didn’t have any money, any talent or a prestigious name, so you felt a little bit insecure standing there, like a fish out of water.

Big heavy metal doors suddenly open making you startle, revealing a set of mechanical and robotic puppets resembling people, performing a musical. It looked very creepy, and all of you looked at each other with frowns.

“Seokjin! The amazing chocolatier!” They sang in unison with their uncanny faces.

But then the robots malfunction, sparkling and running down of battery.

“What the fuck,” you whispered to yourself.

“He was way more dramatic back then. This looks a little bit sluggish for him.” Said your grandpa.

Your attention was brought back to the entrance when a man came out of it.

He was very tall, with wide shoulders, wearing a long red coat and a black hat hiding his gaze. He then took off his hat to smile at you all. Your breath stopped at the sight, he was gorgeous and he looked pretty young too. He seemed to be in his late thirties, you expected him to be older to be honest.

His dark eyes inspected all of you, until his gaze fell upon you, watching you for a long couple of seconds. Recognition flashed his face when he saw your grandparent at your side.

You couldn’t believe that your grandpa really met this guy.

“Hello there, my golden winners.” He said with a smirk on his face.

“Who’s this freak?” Asked the posh guy with a grimace.

“He’s Seokjin!” Said your grandpa excited. All of the other participants turned their attention towards the both of you, like they just had realized that you two exist at all.

“I thought you’d be older, no offense, this factory it’s pretty old.” You speak up for the first time since you entered the factory.

Seokjin’s dark eyes were on you immediately, watching you slowly from head to toe, and smiling to himself.

“I promise you, that my factory isn’t that old little one, neither I am.” He winked at you before returning his attention to the others.

“All right! let’s move on, shall we?” Cheered Seokjin putting his hat on and turning around to walk into the factory.

The others were quick to follow his steps, almost as if they were competing with each other for whoever’s gets to Seokjin’s side faster. You rolled your eyes at them, they acted like toddlers, you wonder how good the final prize must be to have these grown ass men behaving like kids fighting for candy.

“Mr. Seokjin, I should say my father is a big fan of yours. He owns the gas company of the town by the way. He even said to me that he would love to make business with you one day,” uttered the posh and fancy-looking boy with his chin up and chest out. He seemed to be the type of rich kid who thinks he can buy the world with daddy’s money.

Seokjin hummed at his words without slowing down his quick walk, almost as if he didn’t care at all by the boy words.

“Gas and chocolate have nothing in common, the kids don’t eat gas and the cars don’t fuel on chocolate.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his silly response, making everyone else chuckle along with you. The guy blinked taken aback by Seokjin’s response, not expecting him to reject his proposal so dumbly.

Seokjin looked back at you over his shoulder, giving you an enigmatic smirk with his hat hidden his dark gaze. You felt shivers at his attention, but it was gone when he returned to look straight ahead.

“Hey dude, don’t take that creep seriously, I mean he treat us like kids. He’s so weird,” muttered lowly the blonde boy chewing a gun beside the rich one.

The posh guy crossed his arms with a frown, with his steady eyes sending daggers to Seokjin’s back.

“You’re right. He’s literally broke and he dares to reject my proposal,” spat him with disgust, looking to the other boy head to toe, giving him a smile that looked all too fake, “I’m Taehyung, you are…?”

“Jimin,” smiled the blondie blowing his bubblegum.

“Let’s be friends then.”

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Your eyes were widened and your mouth parted, your grandpa expression wasn’t better. Seokjin brought you to his chocolate room, a huge place with literally a river and a waterfall of melted chocolate, there was a vibrant green grass on your feet, everything looked so colorful and bright that it has all of you entrance, well except for the raven-haired boy with cat eyes, he seemed disgusted.

“Now now, don’t drool over the sight my dear participants. I know this place looks otherworldly, but I need you all to be careful.” He warned standing tall and clasping his arms behind his body.

“This looks pretty unsanitary,” the cat-eye boy sneered with disgust, pursing his lips at the sight of the river.

“Oh, you must be Yoongi. The little devil that hacked my system to win the ticket, don’t worry though, I hold no grudge, boy.” Sneered Seokjin back, you can imagine the mirth in his hidden gaze.

“I’m 29, not a fucking boy. And I’m not “little” anything, your system was just shitty,” said Yoongi with his jaw clenched.

Seokjin’s smirk only widened.

“Forgive me Yoongi, your height confused me a little, it was a little mishap perhaps, I hope you forgive me a little, little Yoongi.”

You bit your tongue to not laugh at Seokjin’s childish and dumb remark. He did hit a nerve though, by the way Yoongi widened his eyes in disbelief with his fists clenched, his cat-eyes were narrowed, and if looks can kill Seokjin would be buried 9 feet underground.

“He’s so cringe, oh my god,” mumbled the biker boy, walking away to get near the river of chocolate, with everyone else following him.

“I think this place is beautiful,” you said to Seokjin, watching your surrounds with awe, standing right next to him.

You felt his piercing gaze fixated on you.

“It is indeed, and besides its beauty, everything here it’s eatable.” He said the last word lowly, making you shiver at his odd change of tone.

“Everything? Even the grass?” You asked impressed.

He chuckled, looking down at you with half of his face hidden by the hat.

“Even the grass, even you.”

You blinked and frowned at his words, he must be joking, right?

“Right… I think you’re funny, sometimes…” you mumbled averting your gaze towards your happy grandpa eating a candy apple.

Seokjin hummed, saying nothing for a long minute.

“Be careful pretty girl, everything inside my factory belongs to me. Everything here I can eat.” Those words horrified you, making you freeze in your place. You watched Seokjin walking away towards the river and the biker boy who was devouring the chocolate with his bare hands.

You watched in slow motion how the boy slipped from the edge falling right into the river of chocolate, and you saw how Seokjin did nothing to help the boy from falling, almost as if he was expecting it to happen.

“He fell into the river! Someone help him!” You screamed at the top of your lungs, alerting the others. You ran to the edge of the river, realizing with dread that the boy was nowhere to be seen. The melted chocolate was motionless, as if he never fell into it.

Everyone rushed to the edge, calling for the boy and sinking their arms into the melt chocolate to grab him but there was no body on the surface.

You felt your pulse quickening with alarm. Your hands trembled and sweat; you couldn’t believe what had just happened. A boy drowned in front of you, probably dead at this point, and you did nothing to save him. Seokjin did nothing help him.

“You didn’t help him!” You shouted at Seokjin, making everyone else went silent. Watching you two with surprise, your grandpa frowned with concern.

Seokjin arched a brow, looking down at you with dark eyes, and then his lips curled in a spiteful half-smile.

“You didn’t help him either, in fact you just stand over there watching him fall. I told him to be careful, I couldn’t risk myself to help him because it would’ve been useless, this river is dangerous. My employees will call the police. Follow me.”

He simply said turning around and pointing forward for the others to follow him, and for your horror they just walked away as if nothing happened, as if there wasn’t a corpse swinging into the depths of the river.

You stand there in shock, your eyes widened and your fists clenched with fury and frustration. You were speechless, and you regret not talking back to Seokjin, not telling the others that you were further than him and that’s why you didn’t react quickly enough to help the boy. But the words were dead on your tongue, it was pointless to argue with Seokjin. The boy was dead anyway, and no one cares.

“I didn’t know he was this cruel, it’s like he got ice in his veins. He wasn’t like that back then, maybe we should go home my sweet pea. I don’t want you to get hurt.” Your grandpa was staring at you with worry written on his face.

You smiled at him, trying not to show your bitterness and fear.

“Don’t worry about me grandpa, let’s stick together and be careful. I want proves to charge him to the police, I know he’s hidden something,” you muttered the last words to yourself.

“All right then, but if it gets too dangerous, we go, okay?”

“Okay,” you promised softly.

You won’t let that freak go unpunished.

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Seokjin made you climb on a boat on the chocolate river, and you felt sick to your stomach when you think about the boy’s corpse in the bottom of the river. It was just so cruel, but you stayed quiet, watching your surrounds to catch anything suspicious, you’re absorbing any kind of information to give it to the police.

The boat sails off towards a tunnel in full speed.

“Where the fuck are we going?” Said the posh guy whose name was Taehyung, looking around with scared eyes.

“If I am honest with you, I have no idea where this boat will lead us,” said calmly Seokjin, sitting with his legs crossed. You wanted to murder him.

“What!?” Screamed the blondie, almost spatting his gum. He was trying to win a Guinness record of the person who chews a gum longer.

“I’m joking, I’m not that crazy. Jeez.” Seokjin muttered, explaining a couple of rooms that were in the tunnel.

This place was literally otherworldly, you didn’t know a factory can hide all this dreamy and extravagant rooms. Seokjin can be a psycho and a weirdo, but he was pretty artsy and creative for building a place like this.

You were in entrance by all the wonders you saw, until you stopped in front of a room with machines, it seems that here is where the candys are made. He was explaining all the whimsy ways he creates candy, until he stopped in front of a big gum machine.

“There is something new I created, an everlasting gum, for the kids who had little money to buy candy. Isn’t it wonderful?” Seokjin’s voice was full of pride, standing tall in front of his machine.

“I feel like I’m in a fairy tale, nothing here feels real.” You say to no one.

“I second that,” said the cat-eyed boy.

The machine let out a violet gum, and the blondie’s eyes shine at the sight.

“I need to taste it, you can charge me the candy later.” Said the blonde whose name was Jimin, chewing the new gum without spiting the other he had.

Seokjin’s lips curled down with annoyance.

“I didn’t say you can chew that, is still a work in progress. I don’t know about its side effects.”

That was a warning, and you knew all to well what would happen next.

Jimin’s face turned blue, literally blue. He started to cough violently, your grandpa gave him strong pats on his back, but it was useless.

You watch with relieve when Yoongi stands behind Jimin placing both of his hands on Jimin’s belly, pulling inward and upward to force air out of Jimin’s lungs. And the blonde did spat the gums, but he fainted anyway. Everyone gasped with worry, and for everyone’s horror the boy’s pulse was absent.

Did he really die? Just like that?

“My employees will call the ambulance, he will be fine. Let’s move on.”

Your lips were parted in shock at his response, you watched freeze from your spot how strangers came out of nowhere to take Jimin’s body away.

Yoongi and you stared at each other with fear.

Something was off. It wasn’t a coincidence what happened, it was a trap for Jimin, maybe the gum was poisoned? But he did warn Jimin about it… But he also did it too late though, he should’ve said something before.

There was a strong tension in the air around all of you. The silence was unbearable, and no one dared to break it.

You stared at Seokjin all the time, watching his every expression, analyzing his words and where he keeps his attention at. But you found nothing odd, yet.

You weren’t surprise when he brought you all to a room full of squirrels getting nuts off its shells. The others were distracted by the sight, especially Taehyung who said that squirrels were his favorite animal.

But your eyes were fixated on Seokjin’s back, something feels off again.

“I’ll have holes in my back by your stares, pretty girl. Though I’m not complaining, I kind of like your intense eyes on me.” Seokjin sneered turning around to face you. His gaze was as intense as yours.

“Really? It’s a shame that I’m only staring at you with disgust, but you must be used to people looking at you like the freak you are.” The words were vomited without your consent, you didn’t mean to blurt all of that. It wasn’t a smart move to insult him when you are in his factory, under his rules.

Seokjin didn’t say anything back, standing tall in front of you, not moving and not talking, making you uncomfortable by his heavy gaze. You did notice a sour expression flashing his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came.

He then, step slowly towards you, inches from your body. You felt him leaning his upper body closer to you, feeling his hot breath at the side of your head.

“I know you’re a smart girl, so I will warn you once; don’t ever insult me in my factory. If you know what I’m capable of, you wouldn’t stand here so brave offending me.” He whispered near you ear, making you shiver. He spoke those words lowly but firmly.

You blinked, leaning your head back to look at him. He met your gaze, with his eyes falling to your lips.

Is that desire what you see?

Does he think you’re dumb?

“What would you do to me? Drown me in chocolate?” You asked in a whisper, making Seokjin grin like a wolf.

“Perhaps I would, but your body won’t sink in the river but in my cock, opened sweetly for me. I told you everything here belongs to me, and if I say so, you won’t step a foot outside of this factory.”

Seokjin smile was predatory, and his words felt somehow possessive.

What were you all doing here? Does he eat people?

“Because you’ll kill me? And then eat me like Jungkook and Jimin?” You spat with anger.

Seokjin grabbed your waist to pull you closer to him, staring down at you with hunger in his eyes.

“Don’t tempt me, I would love to eat you. But not kill you, what use can have a rotten candy? The others were simply compost for my experiments, but you are my prize.” He said the last words near your lips, with his hot breath brushing your mouth.

You flinched away from him with disgust and fear. He was crazier than you think. You should’ve run away with your grandpa when he told you to do so, but you knew that Seokjin wouldn’t let you go that easy, all of you were dammed the moment you step a foot inside the factory.

Now you have to think how get the fuck away from here.

A scream from Taehyung pulled you away from your thoughts, you witnessed with horror how the squirrels throw him inside a deep hole in the room, with his screams echoing while he was falling. Until there was a crash noise, and then just deep silence.

Yoongi and your grandpa looked back at Seokjin with horror written on their faces.

“Don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine.”

Everyone know it wasn’t the truth.

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The four of you were inside of an elevator made of glass going to god knows where. The silence was present again, lingering heavily, until Yoongi broke it with a deep frown.

“Why are there so many floors? That’s impossible.”

Seokjin snorted at him, rolling his eyes.

“Well, I think your little smart-ass didn’t expect this elevator to go sideways.” Seokjin remarked pressing a button, and as he said, the elevator went sideway to a cold room.

The room was huge and snow covered, your teeth chattered by the cold. You hugged yourself to feel a little bit of warmth, you looked at your grandpa with worry.

“Let me guess, here’s where you make ice-cream.” Said bitterly Yoongi. His nose was turning red.

“Touché.” Replied Seokjin with a grin.

You hate him.

“Why are we here? We’ll die of cold.” You said blowing cold air. You took off your sweater to put it on your grandpa, he needed it more than you.

“Don’t worry, there’s a door leading to another room. Follow me.” Said Seokjin walking away.

You walked through many rooms, each one weirder than the other. Those rooms have no purpose but to be weird and extravagant.

“Why are we fucking walking when we could use the elevator.” Groaned Yoongi with annoyance.

“This is so stupid,” you muttered to yourself, feeling exhausted.

“Don’t be so grumpy, we’re closer to the end of the contest.”

Seokjin’s words made you shiver, you didn’t want to find out how will be the end or the final prize.

You stopped in front of door, when Seokjin opened it, you entered an empty lab with a television in the middle of the white room.

He made you wear lab coats, and told you to stand in front of the tv.

The screen showed a candy bar in a cave. You frowned, feeling lost of why were you there.

“Little boy, why don’t you grab the candy bar,” ordered Seokjin without taking his eyes off the screen.

Yoongi cursed under his breath, grabbing Seokjin’s coat with his fists. Yoongi might be two heads shorter than Seokjin, but he looked intimidating with those piercing cat eyes.

“Listen here you fucking candy freak, you better stop calling me short or I’ll go and call the police on you, and your weird murderous business. You choose.”

You inhaled sharp when you notice Seokjin’s gaze darkening. Yoongi was so stupid for that, you all were in danger, and he knew damn well.

“Yoongi stop,” you said, trying to save him from earning Seokjin’s wrath.

Your words knocked some sense into his head, because he let go of Seokjin’s coat as if it burned his hands, regret flashed his face. You can’t anger the psycho that has all of you trapped here.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that,” said Yoongi between teeth.

“It’s all right, no grudges, remember?” Said light-heartly Seokjin, but you knew better than to fall for his nice façade.

“Why are we in front of a tv?” Asked your grandpa, turning Seokjin’s attention back to the tv. You smiled sweetly at him.

“Well, I need one of you to grab the candy bar from the tv screen. Yoongi, would you do us the favor?”

Yoongi laughed, then sobered up when he realized that Seokjin was being serious.

“Uhm, okay I guess,” he said, expecting to crash his hand against the screen, but to your surprise his hand passed through the screen, actually grabbing and pulling the candy bar out of the tv.

All of you were shocked, not believing what just happened.

“Eat it, it’s yummy I promise,” smiled Seokjin, and Yoongi did as he said.

He finished eating, licking the wrapper.

“It was good.”

“Now, return the wrapper into the tv,” ordered Seokjin.

And again, Yoongi did as he said, except this time when he touched the screen he got electrocuted, with his eye balls turning white and his body stiffing by the electric shocks.

You screamed with horror at the top of your lungs, crying and begging Seokjin to stop whatever was happening.

And Seokjin did stop it, by simply turning the tv off.

You watched with tears Yoongi’s body falling to the floor, motionless, lifeless. You couldn’t believe you witnessed that atrocity.

“You’re a monster,” said your grandpa grabbing his chest.

You widened your eyes with worry.

“He needs to get out of here! It’s too much stress for him,” you said with a trembling and desperate voice, making Seokjin hum.

“All right, but in one condition; he can go only if you stay.”

Your grandpa shake his head, not willing to leave you here alone.

You swallowed hard, closing your eyes for a second, you’ll find a way to escape. Your priority now is your grandpa’s health.

“Fine. But I need to see him out of here safe and sound, I don’t trust you.”

“Deal,” grinned Seokjin, like the wolf he was.

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You watched with a heavy heart how Seokjin’s employees took your grandpa away from you, hearing him screaming your name, telling them with sobs “return me to my child! She can’t be alone with that monster”, but no one listened to him. You were standing next to Seokjin in the entrance, watching your grandpa’s body disappear out of the factory, away from you.

At least he was safe.

You though for a second about running away, maybe if you do it fast enough they won’t catch you. But Seokjin read your mind, pulling you inside the factory and locking the big doors with a set of keys, one you noticed in great detail.

But locking you inside didn’t mean you won’t try to run, and so you did. He followed you behind and you run as fast as possible, reaching the room with the chocolate river. You stand on the edge of the river, watching the boat lingering closer to you. You extended your arm to grab the border of the boat, but you slipped, falling straight into the river.

“Watch out!” Were the words you heard from Seokjin before sinking into the chocolate.

The world turned silent, and you feel yourself drowning in a dense immobilizing substance, making it impossible for you to move or swing to the surface.

That’s it, that’s how’ll you die, drowning in fucking chocolate. The most stupid fucking way of dying, but at least you won’t see Seokjin again.

And suddenly, you were on the surface, inhaling lungful’s of air. Seokjin pulled you out of the depths, carrying you to the edge.

You two were soaked in chocolate, lying on the “shore” of the river.

“I’ll chain you, for being so stupid. You have zero survival instincts.” He barked, breathing heavily.

You didn’t expect him to save you, that grossed you out.

You tried to get up but Seokjin didn’t let you, carrying you in his arms in bridal style. You were too weak and tired to protest.

He took you into a hidden room, locking again the door behind him. The way he locks every door makes you feel claustrophobic and trapped.

You shriek when he dropped you on a table, chaining your wrists and ankles to it. You struggle against the chains, but it was impossible to free yourself from them.

Seokjin stared down at you with hunger in his eyes, watching slowly your body sprawled on the table.

He took a knife, and you closed your eyes expecting him to kill you, but he did not. Cutting your clothes instead, tearing your clothes away and leaving you bare for him. Your cheeks heated and your heart beat went wild, you felt angry, exposed and afraid. It was too much.

Seokjin’s lips attached itself to the exposed skin of your belly, making you flinch but bearing it, because you have no choice. He kissed the skin, tasting the chocolate, licking and kissing the skin until your breasts, his tongue circled slowly around your nipples, and then they travel up to your neck.

He lapped your neck slowly, like a thirsty but restrain dog. His hot breath was labored against your neck, and his lips and tongue taste you like a sweet candy.

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And your eyes sting with tears, because you were enjoying it.

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last anniversary — h. zoë

PAIRING. Hange Zoë x female reader SYNOPSIS. It was your last anniversary with Hange. CONTENT. 18+ (suggestive), MDNI, toxic yuri, toxic relationship, yandere!hange zoë, angst, implied smut, restraining, handcuffs, kidnapping, abuse, blood, wounds (lmk what else). Please don't proceed further if this content triggers you! WORD COUNT. 1.8k words A/N. I found this draft I wrote in October last year. I was so unwell that time huh

The first thing Hange noticed when they turned on your side of the bed was the sour expression contorting your face. The second was how you seemed to recoil at a single touch from them. They sighed, withdrawing their hand from your thigh and said, "Caught you in a bad mood, huh?"

Hange caught the twitch on your lip, the slight turn of your head away from them. They didn't want to push it too far this time so they stood up, eyes on their watch as they announced that they would be going. But before they do so, they stroked your hair, bent down to kiss your unmoving lips, and said I love you in response to your silence.

Hange has been getting this kind of attitude from you for the latter half of the month. Their copy of your period calendar does not explain most of your mood swings. They brought you good food and fancy items to uplift your spirits despite your current mentions of a cool-off and a break-up. They brushed it off as one of your emotional episodes. Hange knew you'd forget all those nonsensical flurries once they have you spread out in bed every day after work

And for the most part their kisses work, the sweet nothings whispered in your ear work. But you get stubborn, caught up in an emotional episode, sobbing when they're holding you, suppressing the tears when they're fucking you. As much as Hange hates to see you handcuffed in bed, you were just too difficult to work around with. 

"Hey, sweet pea, don't cry. Calm down, will you?" 

Hange soothes you back to sleep, wiping each tear from your eyes and waiting for you to drift into slumber. They always remove the handcuffs in the morning. 

But as they went to work, they had high hopes for this day. Maybe you're just pretending, pulling that sour face to them because you have an anniversary surprise in mind. After all, it's your second anniversary together. Hange wants to match that surprise with the same enthusiasm, whatever you're planning in mind. They happily stacked away all their finished paperwork, stretching with a smile on their face at the thought of coming home to you.

It was 8 AM when they reached their doorstep, swiftly fishing their keys out of their pocket with one hand as their other held a bottle of wine. Darkness crept inside as they entered and shut the door close. Hange's eyes furrowed in confusion. It seems like the light illuminating the streets was brighter than the inside of their house. Their footsteps quickened, wondering what on earth were you doing to have all the lights off. But before their hands flick the switch on, they listened to the darkness. The light thuds of a cupboard, the sound of metal clacked against the tiled floor, the collapse of a box of nails, and other items being hurled to the other side of the room. 

Hange sighed, pinching their eyebrows as they flicked the switch on.  

"Y/N?" Hange whispered, your name short-lived on their lips as they found your form kneeling against the cupboard, blood staining your arms. The blood trickled down your elbows, your face red with tears slowly turned to them. 

Hange's heart clenched when they realized their mistake. 

They failed to remove your handcuffs this time. 

That explains the copious bleeding from your hands. They ran to you, not wanting to imagine what discomfort you went through with your hands tied all day. You screamed at them, backing away with the energy you have left. Hange gathered you in their arms, one hand at the back of your head as the other prevents you from thrashing and hurting yourself further. 

"Hey, hey, I'm sorry, darling. I'm so sorry. We'll get you fixed, alright?" Hange muttered, carrying you in their arms. They kicked away the littered tools at their feet as they carried you to the bathroom, and to the awaiting bathtub. 

"Where did you hide them?" you muttered, voice scratched from the sobbing. Hange felt your fists clenched against their shirt as they set you down the tub and began running the lukewarm water. 

"Not right now, Y/N," they muttered, removing your hands off of them. They sighed, running a hand through their brown locks as one fiddles the top button of their shirt open. "I'm sorry, love. I didn't mean to leave you like that. That was mindless of me."

Your hand fingered through the gash on your thumb down to your wrists, watching as the blood dripped on the rising water. 

"You locked the house too," you said with much bitterness, lips trembling. "Even the windows."

Hange went to the medicine cabinet for a roll of bandage. They didn't look at you as they responded, "I had to keep you safe. You'll just end up hurting yourself like the last time."

"Hange, you have to let me out of here," you said, voice breaking. "They're going to know."

A smile cracked on their lips as they said, "Oh, I told your mom already. I said I'll be taking care of you here. She's happy enough to hear that."

Hange went to your side, rubbing your wound with a cool antiseptic. You winced at the sting, slightly retracting your hand from their touch. 

"You know I never left the keys at home. What were you doing there at the cupboard?" they asked, eyes never leaving your wounded hand. They began to unfurl the bandage. "Are you gonna try to break the door or something?" 

Your silence and avoidant gaze confirmed their suspicions. 

"Did you think it would be that easy?" they said. It was followed by a sigh as they continued, "I should've never considered your suggestion of removing the cameras. I knew this would happen. But then again, privacy matters to you."

The scorn in their voice almost made you recoil. But you remained silent as they cleaned your wounds and bathed you. Silence, submission. That's what you're good at, after all. 

Once out of the bath and in your fresh clothes, Hange made you sit in the bed, drying your hair. They told you about their day in momentary spurs, cutting off themself sometimes. They'd hum as they tied your hair in a loose braid, kissing your shoulder as they leave the bedroom to get something you can eat.

They brought you an instant hot meal paired with sliced fruits. You slowly nibbled the food with their encouragement, the pain on your wrists throbbing as you lifted the food to your mouth.

Hange only ate a little, chewing on some of the fruits they sliced as they removed their sleeved shirt where some of your blood spilled. They slipped into comfortable clothes before settling back beside you, the mattress dipping as they sat closer.

You set the tray aside after you ate. Hange's familiar hands wandered in your skin, teasing the shirt you're wearing, feeling for the flesh beneath. They closed their eyes as their lips kissed your shoulders once again. They were beyond tired from work, coming home to such a troubled mess only added to the weight of it. Maybe in another timeline, you were dining in a fine restaurant at your anniversary date and you don't cry when they kiss you. 

"Hange, please." The tremble in your voice knocked them out of their daydream, their hands falling away from your skin. "This doesn't work for us anymore."

You chose your words carefully, calm and broken, hoping to tug at their last heartstrings you can grasp. Anger didn't work, so maybe pleading will. 

Hange sighed, their forehead resting at the back of your neck. 

"Just one more night. Can you give that to me?" 

You thumbed over your bandaged wrists, weighing how much of their words were true enough. They never implied anything about letting you go before and trying your odds on their promise won't dig you a deeper grave than you're already in.

"Alright."

-

You didn't mind when they kissed you once more, when they touched you and gripped your flesh beneath their hands as if it was the last time they'll hold you. And in a way, it was.

You opened yourself for them, letting them have you the way they wanted, the way they always do for the past few months they locked you here.

Hange was more careful, more loving. Their lips touched your skin with utter devotion and worship, and for a moment, you remembered the person you used to love.

Your mind traced back the memories when everything was fine, when your lover hasn't fallen to their obsessive, hurtful tendencies which ended up badly, wave after wave. Had you been in a better state, you would have resisted the fall and tried harder for everything to go back to what they used to be. If you were stronger, in a far stable pedestal, you would have helped fix what broke in their mind, piece them back together.

Hange trailed a kiss on your collarbone, their lips hot against your skin.

They ran a hand through your hair, the strands falling from your face. They held your gaze, a purposeful act for your eyes to meet. They could not communicate the sincerity, and longing they have left at this last moment with you. Hange wished that their eyes could say enough.

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"It was our anniversary today." 

At your silence, they only nuzzled your cheek, breathing slowly on your neck. They spoke last that night, tears dripping on your shoulder, "I love you, I am sorry."

-

The next morning you woke up earlier, the familiar restraint you got used to no longer present around your wrists. The windows weren't barred anymore, the door wasn't locked and even if it was, Hange has left all the keys splayed out on the night stand on their side of the bed. 

They are letting you go as promised. 

You would have felt happiness if it wasn't for the dull ache in your chest. You hugged your knees to your chest, tears remained in a stagnant pool in your eyes. This separation shouldn't have felt this terrible, you thought to yourself. 

You looked over to Hange, curled asleep into their side of the bed. Their fist clenched around their pillow, their body tense even as they slept. You couldn't help but run a hand to their face, and down to their arms, trying to soothe them. You pulled the blankets from the other side of the bed, pulling the warm sheet over to their body. They looked so cold.

Their phone pinged on the pillow next to yours, a notification about a couple’s therapy long overdue. Their 5 AM alarm came next which you turned off since it was Saturday.

Your arms crept below the blankets, encasing Hange in your warmth once more, closing your eyes. Maybe I can stay for a few more minutes, you muttered to yourself.

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[gawkingatyourface]

Set in Motion | preview

summary: back in the 1930s, a certain waitress was barely making a living. She went to a popular club that one of her friends owned, Mimzy. That night changed everything. She caught someone's eyes. A familiar radio host that was intrigued by the second. What would happen when this waitress and radio host meet?

characters: human!Alastor x waitress!fem!reader

warnings: gore, angst, romance, swearing, mentions of death and murder, kidnapping, yandere

notes: hi loves :3 this is a new story I'll be working on once I'm done with Sweetest Tail. hehe so excited for this! But I don't want to work on so many ideas all at once lol I'll burn myself up xD so decided to give you guys a little preview about this story. Exciting news, I'll be posting the new chapter of Sweetest Tail this weekend so keep a look out for that! Enjoy loves! <3

"[Y/N]! Sweet Pea! You finally made it!"

Hearing a familiar voice, [Y/N] had turned away from chatting with the bartender as she noticed Mimzy walking towards her with a wave and big smile.

"Mimzy, darling! After your countless times coming to the café demanding me to come and see you perform. Kinda forced me didn't cha?" [Y/N] teased her playfully before taking a sip of her glass.

"Aw sweet pea! You wound me!" She faked her tears before laughing and giving [Y/N] a side hug before sitting beside her. "How you enjoying my club? You like it?"

[Y/N] nodded in agreement. It surely was the most popular place in town. Yet, that wasn't what caught her attention. The place was surely had an ease environment. Calm and very jazzy in her eyes.

But something else caught her eye.

A certain person that was clearly popular judging from the crowd that was surrounding them.

Mimzy noticed her attention somewhere or rather someone. She had turned around to see what caught her friend's attention. Once she found it, she smirked at the realization.

"Ohh..I see someone has caught your eye Sweet Pea."

[Y/N] hardly heard her as her eyes was glued to a certain someone. He was surrounded by women and men. All with smiles and laughter. She couldn't help but be awe at his smile. It was the most beautiful one she's ever seen.

"Um..Sweetie? Don't tell me you've fallen in love with him already." Mimzy commented with a laugh.

That broke [Y/N]'s trance of the mysterious man as she turned to Mimzy whom was still laughing at her. She hid her face in embarrassment that she had been staring too much at him. She gulped her whole glass as she looked at the bartender for another drink whom nodded at her.

"Don't be silly, Mimz. You know I don't do relationships."

"That's what everyone says Sweetie. But once they meet that certain someone, BOOM! They are suddenly fools in love!" Mimzy said as she took another sip of her glass. "If you must know, that's Alastor. The famous radio host and obviously everyone wants a piece of him."

[Y/N] was shocked to realize that it was actually him. The famous Alastor, the radio host that got so popular. She knew from hearing his radio station that his voice was so mesmerizing and alluring to everyone especially hers, but now she actually saw him. Saw what made everyone love him. She would be lying if she said that she didn't find him attractive. He clearly was.

"I'm not like that Mimz. You know that. I can see why everyone is so smitten about him. I'm surprised you haven't."

"Oh no sweet pea. He's just an old friend of mine. Nothing more. He's a doll but not my type, you know that."

"I do." [Y/N] let out a laugh which caused Mimzy to laugh with her.

"Well, it's almost time for my performance. Cheer for me would you sweetie." Mimzy said as she stood up, fixing her hair.

"Don't I always Mimz. Have fun up there."

"I sure will. I'll come over afterwards sweetie."

After that, Mimzy walked backstage to get ready for her performance, leaving [Y/N] alone at the bar. She sighed as she glanced back at Alastor whom was still surrounded by even more people. She was so lost in thought that the bartender placed a new glass in front of her which caused her to jump slightly.

"Apologizes dear."

"Oh no, I apologize. Got lost in my thoughts once again." She said with a nervous chuckle as she took a sip of the new glass.

The bartender nodded as he was cleaning some glasses, keeping the conversation going about who knows what.

[Y/N] smiled at him as he was making her laugh from his corny jokes. It distracted her until Mimzy's performance. After that, she would call it a night since she did have work in the morning.

As she kept her attention at the bartender, she didn't realize a pair of eyes on her.

Those pair of eyes had been on her ever since she walked in the club. Alastor had been in the club for quite a while. After his radio show, he would come here to socialize here and there. Sometimes to find some fresh meat for dinner. Most of the time, it was to see his old friend Mimzy and her performance.

But today was different.

He caught a sight of [Y/N].

Once he noticed Mimzy walking towards her and giving her a hug; he grew curious about her. Who was she? How did she know Mimzy? Is she new in town?

So many questions about her that he needed answers.

He had never seen her before especially in Mimzy's club since he is always here. He kept the people around him entertained by the stories that he would report in his radio show while keeping his eyes on her. He wanted nothing more to leave everyone behind and march up to her, introduce himself and hoping to get her name.

His grip on the glass tighten as he noticed one of the ladies getting a bit too close to him, touching his arm which he didn't like. He wasn't too fond of touch from strangers. It irked him. He only allowed certain people to touch him. He quickly pulled her hand away from him with a smile before pretending to pay attention to one of the men that was telling a rumor going around town.

But the other reason why his glass was so close to breaking was because the sight of her and the bartender sicken him.

The way he was making her laugh. The way they both were looking at each other.

He didn't like it one bit. He needed to go to her quick.

Before he could make his escape, the lights dimmed and the stage lights came on revealing Mimzy.

It was time for her performance.

It was a perfect time. He would be able to escape and head towards her.

As Mimzy's performance started, he would always watch her being her usual self. She was always such a grand performer. He'd give her that but tonight, he was distracted by a beauty that was sitting by herself at the bar. He glanced to see her smiling at Mimzy whom was so lost in her performance as claps and whistles were heard all over. He watched as how she clapped throughout Mimzy's performance. She looked so happy as she watched her friend's performance.

That made him smile.

He wondered if she would smile at him as she watched him on his radio studio. Smiling as he hosted his radio show. He could just imagine her being there with him, supporting him, inspiring him. Just the thought gave him goosebumps.

He broke the sight of her as he turned back to see Mimzy had finished her performance.

Everyone stood up and clapped for her. Such an astonishing performance like usual. He smiled at his friend and clapped for her performance. He looked back to see his mysterious darling but his smile faded as she was gone. He stopped clapping as he looked everywhere for her. She was no where to be found. He walked towards the bar and looked around to see if she was nearby, but nothing.

She was gone.

"You need anything sir?"

Alastor looked at the bartender with a frown on his face for a second before flashing him a smile.

"I'm looking for the lady that was sitting here just minutes ago."

"Ah yes, you just missed her. She just walked out in a hurry."

His eyes widen and nodded at the bartender as he ran out, not listening to people calling for him. He didn't care about them. He needed to see her. Needed to hear her name, her voice. He ran outside in the cool weather as he looked around for any sight of her.

None.

He ran a hand thru his hair as he ran to the corner to see if he could catch up to her somehow but luck wasn't on his side.

She was gone. Gone of his sight.

He couldn't believe it. He had just seen her a few minutes ago and now it was like she disappeared out of thin air. He let out a deep sigh as he leaned back against the wall. He looked up at the dark sky, stars shining brightly. His lips curved into a smile as he watched the sky.

"I hope I see you again darling. My sweet darling…"

[suiana]

he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)

he was there when you first met.

helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!

he was there when you two went on your first date.

you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?

he was there when you decided to confess to him.

okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.

he was there when you moved in with him

your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.

so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡

he was there when you two first fought.

okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!

it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-

oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...

he was there when he proposed to you.

you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...

and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.

and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.

and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.

sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!

maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.

seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.

for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.

dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Hello sweet pea! I see that you like yanderes! May I request a Yandere!Luffy x Female Reader? It could be your own prompt, idea and choice of genre for the fic! (Angst, smut any one you prefer love!)

Love you like I do~..

When you first joined the crew everything was great! It was fun and most of all adventurous, you considered all of your crew mates very good friends who always looked out of you!…

But your captain was a little..too friendly..you just couldn’t put your finger on why he was attached to you. He was already a pretty friendly guy, but with you..

The day was just about to end in a warm summer evening you the wind blew a nice breeze. The deck was pretty quiet which was rare but you liked it. Staring at the sunset you yawned and smiled softly, the wind blowing through your hair.

Your thoughts were wondering just about everywhere but became silent when you felt two stretchy arms wrap around you. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was..feeling him nuzzle in your neck you sighed softly and put on a calm and collected voice. “What’s up Luffy?..” you asked softly, turning around to face him with a small smile.

The boy grinned and chuckled. “Shi Shi Shi! Nothin’! Just wanted to come see you!…say what are you doing all by yourself?” He asked with his usual cheery attitude, you noticed that he didn’t pull away from you which was normal. Out of all the crew members he was clingy with you the most, you never knew or understand why but he just seemed to be around you all the time!..even coming to your some nights and sleeping with you in your bed no matter how much Nami hit him over it.

You smiled softly and glanced at the sunset, finding his closeness to be a bit smothering but didn’t say anything..”oh I was just thinking about stuff..nothing much..” he blinked and smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist a bit tighter causing you to squirm a bit under him.

“Ah okay!!..well anyways Nami said we’ll be docking on another island in probably one to two days!” He said excitedly, still clinging onto you. You patted his head gently which caused his grip to grow tighter, him chuckling.

“That’s good..uh so luffy..can we talk about you coming into my room to sleep some nights..?” You asked cautiously, your captain in the straw hat blinked and his grin got a bit smaller but still smiling.

Okay that was a good sign right..?

“Well um I think it would be best if you stop that..Nami really doesn’t like it since it’s the women’s quarters..” you said trying to hide the fact that YOU wanted him out of YOUR space.

His smile now completely faded and he stared at you for a few moments. You gulp and suddenly seemed to realize how much he really seemed to loom and tower over you..

You gulp and smiled nervously. “So nami Saïd that huh?” He asked almost seriously his voice a bit more quiet. He had a somewhat blank look on his face but you could tell he wasn’t very happy.

Not waiting to get Nami in trouble or even worse..you shook your head quickly. “W-Well she didn’t exactly say it I just-” “Great so there’s no issue then right?..!”

“…..”

“..right?..”

With a nod you smiled holding back a sigh. “Right..” he grinned and stretched his arms around you even tighter for a second and nuzzled his head close to your neck.

2 hours later~

Having to take your mind off of things you were now in Usopps workshop, watching him tinker and tanker with new inventions or weapons used in battle, you sighed softly which got his attention. “Something on your mind Y/N?” He asked while lifting his goggles to his forehead to take a short break from working.

You hesitated for a bit but sighed softly again. This was kind of weighing on you ever since you joined the crew so it couldn’t help to just talk about your problems with another person right..?

“Well i mean..it’s not that much of a big deal but..ever since I’ve joined the crew I feel that luffy’s a little..odd around me y’know?..” you said looking up at the long nosed male.

His eyes seemed to study yours for a bit as he tilted his head and sat down beside you. “What do you mean?..”

You looked far into the distance and leaned back into your chair. “We’ll have you ever noticed that luffy’s acted really..clingy around me? I mean I don’t mean to toot my own Horn or anything but he practically comes into my room every night!”

You said sounding frustrated, the boy with the straw hat would not only come into the women’s cabin at night and disturb you by trying to snuggle under the covers with you. He would also just wake you up in the middle of the night to talk. Everyone knew he was very energetic and it was part of his personality but that was just weird..

Rubbing his chin Usopp seemed to think for a second and then nodded, almost turning serious. “Yea that is true..he’s always been so..attached to you..we all thought it was because he really trusted you but just the other day he almost punched Zoro in the face for something he said about you…not that it was bad or anything..”

You blinked and turned to usopp with a raised eyebrow. “Really..? What do you mean..?” Usopp sighed and crossed his arms, looking down he seemed to lean back in his seat as well. “Well not to be a tattle tale but Luffy turned all serious at zoro and I even saw him clench the table so hard it broke..he said “don’t ever talk about her like that again. Watch your mouth zoro!!”

Your eyes widened and you felt so many emotions..flattery, surprise and a bit of fear. Why had he gotten so defensive and protective?..even with his own crew mates.

You looked down at you lap and pressed you lips together. “I don’t understand..” you mumbled quietly with a soft sigh. Usopp seemed to sense your in sureness and distress and patted you on the shoulder and smiled. “Hey don’t worry..if it makes you feel better I’ll talk to him about it! Luffy’s an idiot sometimes and needs guidance!” He said optimistically, clearly trying to cheer you up.

You smiled and nodded while turning your head up to him. “Yea I would really like that..thanks Usopp your the best..” you said with a grin. He just chuckled and proudly placed his hands on his hips, “what are friends for?!” He said proudly.

The rest of the evening was spent full of laughs of Usopps silly lies and stories. You hadn’t felt this good in a long time…

That would all change very very quickly…

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It was almost dinner time and you were currently on deck doing your favorite activity with Luffy beside you of course. Babbling on about some nonsense of the next island you learned to tune out a long time ago. Looking up from a split second you saw something that left you shocked.

Usopp had just came out of the medical bay with a black eye, broken nose and bandages around his arms and legs. He was frowning and had a terrified look in his eyes. Your gazes both met each other, Usopp quickly frowned even more gulping and taking a short step back. You quickly rushed to Usopp to ask what happened but was stopped by a arm stretching around your waist and pulling you back.

“L-Luffy let go! I need to go to usopp to see what’s wr-” “No. you’re staying with me Y/N.” You gasped softly as you looked back at him. His straw hat covers his eyes and he has a frown on his face, he was clenching the floor boards and looked dead serious.

“Captains orders..” he said looking up at you with a dark expression, you looked up at usopp and expected him to at least say something but he coward away it seemed. To scared of whatever Luffy had done to him. His lips were trembling and he quickly sped walk to ether his work shop or the men’s quarters.

Feeling betrayed and frightened you had no choice but to follow your captains orders, retreating to the spot you once sat right next him..just how he liked it.

Not even a minute passed and Luffy was grinning and being his cheerful self again. “Good! I knew you wouldn’t disobey a captains order shishishi~!” He laughed as he pulled you close, seeming to nuzzle you a bit.

You gulped and bit your lip, staring long and hard at that smile of his. What was that?..did Luffy just threaten you?..

Did Luffy hurt Usopp just because he tried to convince what he was doing was at least strange??..

Wrapping his arms around your waist even tighter his grin only grew and you knew that you could never escape this pirates clutches..rubber didn’t seem so fun and stretchy anymore..it seemed like chains..a cage even that held you tight. Filled with possessive, protective and even murderous tendencies.

All just to keep you safe no matter what.

Later that night when luffy snuck into your room and got under your covers, hugging you protectively. You felt him grin and gently kiss your neck and cheek repeatedly for a few seconds to claim you. Muttering incoherent words but definitely making out one sentence that sent chills.

“Mine Y/N..mine forever and ever..your MY girl..okay?..okay..” he didn’t even give you a moment to respond or protest. Falling asleep in less than a minute while holding you tightly against him.

No one could love you like he did..

@anemptypuddingcup I really hope you liked this and I’m so sorry it’s a bit short love but if you would like me to redo it then I will! Please feel free to request anything and anymore from me and I definitely will with you because your an amazing writer!! Also I know I’m posting this late but I always end up doing that with my stories 😅 I hope you like this!

[k-marzolf]

teeth.

yandere themes, slightly canon Billy, f/reader.

@idaofinfinity @e-dubbc11 @rosaleenablack

x

He hates being Rawlins’ dog; but it’s worth it. Status, wealth, position, power, and you. He has a hold of your jaw, as he kisses your mouth hard, tongue chasing yours.

“Touch me, Billy.” You whisper against his mouth, rubbing on his thigh that’s between your legs; “want you to ruin me.”

His lips curl back in a snarl, pinning your hips to the bed with his; “Oh, sweet pea. I thought you’d never ask.”

And he intends to, when he’s done with you, you’ll never think of leaving him, abandoning him.

Like his mother.

Like the girl in high school he had a crush on.

Like Frank.

Your dress is bunched around your hips, and Billy marvels at you, at how anyone could resist the sight of your swollen lips, messy hair, and hazy eyes filled with desire.

You’re his, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

He kisses you, beckoning the damnation he knows he deserves for loving you.

[yanderelionwrites]

Hairstyling - (Yandere!Nejire Hado x Reader)

A little Nejire drabble cuz we need more content of her 💙

Content Warning: yandere, implied kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, broken-in Darling

Word Count: 739

Nejire Hado yawned as she approached her home’s front door. Still dressed in her hero costume, she was so ready to crash on the couch and demand cuddles from the precious Darling that so dutifully waited for her to return home every day. Her batteries needed to be recharged and they were perfect for the job, after all. She opened the door with vigor, but soon became slightly disappointed at the fact that her honey had not come up to greet her. They had been doing it everyday so far, so what gives?

Upon walking further into her house though, Nejire understood the problem. There, on the couch, was you sleeping soundly. The periwinkle-haired hero practically cooed at the sight as she crouched down next to your face, forgetting why she was even annoyed in the first place.

Nejire poked your cheek and said, “Hey, hey, why are you sleeping on the couch? We have a bed for a reason, silly!”

You slowly stirred awake, hugging the pillow you had been holding closer to your chest. You cracked an eye open, peering up at your captor girlfriend. Mumbling, you said, “Mm…Nejire…welcome home.”

The hero patted your head and smiled. “Hey there, sleepyhead! Have a nice nap?” You nodded, sitting up so you could lean against the arm rest. “Good, because I want cuddles!”

Nejire lunged forward, capturing you in a bear hug as she nuzzled her cheek against yours. You laughed and tried to gently push her away, exclaiming, “Hey, wait a minute! At least change out of your costume first!”

She pouted, but reluctantly released you from her hold. She did as she was told, however, and was soon resting against your chest as you stroked her hair.

“Geez, Nejire, your hair’s a mess,” You snickered. “Rough day at work, I presume?”

She shook her head up and down and pressed herself further into your body, inhaling your scent.

“Want me to brush it for you? I could style it too if you-” The minute you made the offer, Nejire perked up, eyes twinkling.

“I thought you’d never ask!” She blurted, dashing off to find a hairbrush. When she returned, she sat down in between your legs and patiently waited for you to begin.

You grinned at her enthusiasm and began to carefully brush through the strands, making sure to be gentle when coming across a tangle. Nejire hummed while you worked, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment. She was glad that you were openly being affectionate with her. She remembers how just a few months ago, you were begging her to let you go. You refused to touch or even talk to her. But now, you’re doing much better and have settled into this new life. You don’t even know why you ever hated the idea of being here with her. Nejire couldn’t be happier!

“All done!” You stated, finishing the pigtail hairstyle you had chosen for her by tying the second one off. Running your fingers over her hair to smooth it down, it was now back to its soft and silky glory. She turned around and gave you a peck on the cheek, a wide smile on her face. 

“Thanks so much, sweet pea! You’re the best!” Nejire vouched. Then clapping her hands together, she suggested, “Hey, I know! Why don’t I style your hair too? We can be matching! Isn’t that such a great idea?”

A smile grew on your face as well and you agreed. The two of you switched places, and you visibly relaxed when the brush scratched your scalp in just the right way. It was better like this; not having to fight and accepting Nejire’s love for what it is. Besides, this situation could be so much worse. You should be grateful for her.

You felt her tie your hair into place, tapping your shoulder to let you know she was done. Once you turned back to her, she gave you another kiss, this time on the nose. She dragged you over to a nearby mirror and squeezed you against her as the both of you looked into your reflections.

“We’re so cute together! Don’t you agree?” She asked, resting her head against your shoulder as she squeezed your hand just a little too tight.

You stared into the mirror, contemplatively. Her grin was infectious as it spread to your own expression. You nodded.

Yeah…it was better this way.

[snowdropluck204]

Masterlist:

Key: Fluff ^ Angst * GN Reader # Fem Reader /

Please note that as far as I'm aware, all my headcanons ARE gender neutral, whereas my oneshots and series will most likely be female readers. (If there are gendered terms in my headcanons, please let me know so I can fix it!) _________________________

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid x Fem! Streamer! Reader

(Spencer reacts to his girlfriend playing and streaming various games!)

PT 1 Stardew Valley PT 2 Pumpkin Panic PT 3 Fnaf

A Date With Death (Spencer Reid x Fem! Unsub! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

Magnetic Force (Spencer Reid x Fem! Genius! Reader)

PT 1

Spencer Reid Headcanons (Separate Masterlist)

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X-Men

Never The Outcast - Peter Maximoff x reader

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Hazbin Hotel

How They React to You Being Powerful (And a bit InSanE) #^

(Alastor, Angel Dust, Husker, Lucifer)

How You React to Angel Dust Speaking Italian ^#

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Harry Potter Characters

Second Chances ^*/ (Mattheo Riddle x Fem! Reader)

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Hogwarts Legacy

If You Let Me ^*/ (Sebastian Sallow x Fem! Reader)

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Stranger Things

Honey ^/ (Steve Harrington x Single Mother! Reader)

PT 1 PT 2

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Riverdale

Sweetness ^/* (Sweet Pea x Fem! Reader)

PT 1

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BNHA (Headcanons)

Comforting Their SO ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How Your Relationship Started ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Sick ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How They React to Their SO Getting Stalked ^*#

PT 1 (Sero, Shinsou, Tokoyami, Shigaraki)

PT 2 (Bakugou, Kirishima, Midoriya, Aizawa, Keigo)

PT 3 (Kurogiri, Dabi, Toga)

How They Would React to an SO Taller/Shorter Than Them ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

How You Two Would Sleep ^#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

PT 2 (Hawks, Eraser Head, Fatgum, Mirko, Midnight, Present Mic)

Their SO Comforts Them ^*#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

Yandere Headcanons *#

PT 1 (Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Kaminari, Shinsou)

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BNHA (Series)

You're My Prize (Shoto Todoroki x Mafia! Fem! Reader) ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3

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Haikyuu!! (Headcanons)

How You Two Sleep ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

Pick Up Lines They Use On You ^#

PT 1 - Captains (Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Bokuto, Kita, Ushijima)

When They Want Affection ^#

PT 1 - Setters (Oikawa, Atsumu, Kenma, Kageyama, Akaashi)

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Teen Wolf (Series)

Beware the Spirits of the Vengeful ^*/

PT 1 PT 2 PT 3 PT 4 PT 5 (Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey)

Balloons (Stiles Stilinski x Reader) ^*/

PT 1

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[dozing-marshmallow]

Hello! I don't know if you are taking requests but can you do Ezekiel with a yandere housewife s/o, Like she wants to take care of him the best she can. When he is in the need of help she is always right there. (Bonus if she's related to Mclean)

Anyways I hope you have a great day!

Hellooo there! Thank you for this request!! I hope you yourself are too having a great day and enjoy! 💘

EZEKIEL X YANDERE! HOUSEWIFE! READER HEADCANONS

Your poor baby.

Voted first out. Again.

You never understood what these pea-brained morons had against Ezekiel! How could they vote someone out with such docile eyes, colloquial voice, heart tugging fashion style? He apologised! He said he was sorry! Isn’t that enough?

“Psst Ezekiel!” you wave your hand over to him as he managed to hold onto the wing of the plane,“Come quickly!”

“(Y/N)! Yoo!” he greeted, taking your outstretched hand to safely make it back inside, parachute still tightened on his shoulders,“What am I missing?”

You press your body against his, bathing him in surprise,“Oh, Ezekiel... I’m sorry you were never given a chance to show these idiots how wonderful you are.”

“Well finally someone sees how cool I am! But I ain’t done with this game so quickly this time, homie with the hold me.” he informs you exuberantly.

You break the embrace in disbelief,“You’re not thinking about getting back in the competition, are you...?” praying he didn’t mean it so-

“Have to! I’m in it to win it, brah!” he points finger guns at you, an expression of joy from a misunderstanding boy.

Disapproval wavers your throat, No no no,“You can’t!” 

“Hey, what’s the big deal?” a frown drops on his angelic face,“You mad cuz it’s my game?” he was frowning...at you... You...can’t have him upset at you...

“No, no! I’m saying this for your own good! Don’t try get back in the competition, it’ll make your loss worse!” you desperately warn him, knowing how your dad would react and the cruelty your dear would be subject to.

“I didn’t lose nothing. I won knowledge.” his smile came back, under conviction...

“Listen, Zeke!” you hate having to raise your voice at him, but it did do the work.“My dad never treated you right. No one did! And you’ll only continue to be treated like a waste of space.” the space between you limits once more, smiling,“Get with me instead. You won’t regret it, I swear! I’ll show you a world so new, you wouldn’t need to flicker a desire for a measly million dollars.”

“Woah woah woah.” he puts his hands in front of him,“My dad told me that it’s wrong to get with someone before marriage eh?”

Before marriage? Perfect... Perfect! “Then we will get married! How does that sound?”

He looks at you with unversed eyes. You were attractive...and you were sweet to him. Sweeter than anyone’s been to him. And it’s not like you were strangers, you’ve known each other for a year, but…“Weddings are expensive, yo. I gotta make sure I can provide for the fam first then I can dip to start one of my own.”

You squeezed onto his hands, red cracking deeper in your own eyes. Oh how you love a man willing to be independent!,“I’ll pay for it! Everything! At first. I’ll have my dad take care of it, and we’ll have the best wedding in the world! Afterwards, you can go on to be the breadwinner and I’ll be the stay at home wife. I’ll cook breakfast, lunch and dinner for you every day, I’ll take care of the laundry, rub your shoulders whenever you’re sad, give you the best foot massages, and we’ll have as many kids as you want! All you gotta do is say yes!”

Hey all of that does sound worth more than a million dollars and he was gonna be treated like royalty. Finally!

“Okay!” he snorted. The woman of his future!,“I uh don’t have a ring to give you though.”

Like magic, you summon a perfectly suitable box from your pocket,“Already thought of that.”

Your dad(Chris) was not at all happy with your attachment to Ezekiel and your covet to marry him.

Did he agree to your wishes nonetheless?

What other choice did he have?

You held the knife to his throat,“Let me marry him.”

“That homeschooled freak? Seriously? Real funny, (Y/N). I thought you were a gal, not a pig.”

In offence, you started grazing it into his neck.

“Gah!” your dad gasped, pushing you away,“Alright already, fine!”

Safe to say he was not invited!

And you were removed from his will.

Good! You didn’t need whatever junk your dad had to try kill the low void he owned; you had the very best- true love!

Ezekiel had worn his beanie to the alter in an outdoor wedding on his farm.

It was a you may now kiss the groom.

While you couldn’t prevent him from talking to other people, you made sure that his place of work wouldn’t require him much teamwork. Crazy, but who else does he need to be happy?

He never had to go back to Total Drama again. His profile was completely removed and now, not even his own biological family saw him for these past few years.

That doesn’t matter. You were his family now.

“It’s your world, isn’t it, Ezekiel? My baby sweetheart!” You coo, pinching onto his cheek.

“Totally homes! This is what girls were made for, eh?” he smirked, holding his arms up behind him in bed. You sorta revived his old fashioned views on gender...

“To find their prince charming and dedicate their whole lives to make him happy?” You leave his side to pull open the blinds,“What girl couldn’t be happy?”

Maybe this was teenage adults, maybe it was true love.

Either way, Ezekiel was yours.

You set the tray on his lap.

And you were going to do anything to keep it that way.

“Bon appetit!”

[writerbyaccident]

A Jealous Serpent (Yandere Sweet PeaxReader)

Request: Dude riverdale? That show is crap but it does something to me. Mad respect for u bro, like what u like. Could you write some yandere sweet pea? Like maybe some jealousy stuff with a sweet, small reader? Sorry it’s not specific if u need that feel free to delete this. Thank u :)

yes, another Riverdale addict! come, let us preach the gospel that is our trashy show

           When the bell rang, all of your classmates rushed out the door, eager to get their weekends started. You packed up slowly, happy that the school week was over but not wanting to get caught in the stampede currently taking place in the hallway. Once you had left the classroom, things had calmed down a little bit, though not by much of course. No, your school was too chaotic these days to ever return to being tranquil. You supposed that that was just one of the ways the trauma of your town had affected all of your lives. Even the students who were previously your school’s gold standard, like Betty Cooper and Josie McCoy, had found themselves caught up in the craziness that was Riverdale these days.

           You, however, had absolutely no desire to get involved with all of the mysteries and drama that plagued your town. So you just did your work, hung out with your friends, and kept your head down. Your life was quiet compared to so many of your peers’, and you liked it that way. When you reached your locker, you smiled at your neighbor, a former Southside High student that everyone called Sweet Pea. Most of your classmates were scared of him, not only due to the fact that he was from the Southside but also because he was a member of the Serpents. In all honesty, you had been intimidated by him to when he first moved into the locker next to yours, but you had since discovered that he was a lot nicer than most people gave him credit for. He had always been friendly to you, so you had warmed up to him significantly. Though, it annoyed you that he still wouldn’t tell you his real name.

           “Hey,” he greeted you, stuffing his books into his bag.

           “Hey���“ you said, stopping and looking at him expectantly.

           “Forget it,” he chuckled. “You’re not gonna trick me into giving you my name.”

           “Ugh, fine,” you groaned. “You excited for the weekend?”

           “Oh yeah, what about you? You doing anything fun?”

           “Not really,” you shrugged, “just the usual.” Sweet Pea glanced at you, a slightly nervous look on his face, looking like he was about to say something in response, but before he could, the two of you were interrupted. Someone had forced their way between the two of you, facing you with a cocky grin. It was Cameron, one of the members of Riverdale’s football team. Smiling at him politely, you wondered what he wanted. You had some classes with him, so maybe he had a question about homework or something?

           “Hey, what’s up?” he asked. You answered him, the two of you exchanging some small talk about the classes you shared. While you talked with him, Sweet Pea simply watched, silently fuming at the interruption. He had been just about to make his move after weeks of trying to build up his courage, and now this preppy idiot had stolen your attention. Ever since he had met you, Sweet Pea knew that you were the one for him. You were so innocent and sweet, always kind to him even though he was from the Southside, even though he was a Serpent. You were almost too nice, he had realized, that a town like Riverdale would chew you up if it got the chance. That’s why he had made it his job to make sure that that didn’t happen.

           You were such a rarity for this town, for this world even. Every smile of yours was precious, every word invaluable. Sweet Pea appreciated you like no one else in this whole damn town did, he knew he did. That was why you belonged with him; he was the only one who could love you in the way you deserved. But this asshole didn’t give a shit about you, he could tell. He would just use you and forget about you, leaving you broken up and broken hearted. So why were you even bothering to talk to him? It killed Sweet Pea to see you give your attention to anyone other than him. He knew what all the Northsiders said about him, and if you listened to their lies long enough, you might leave him behind. He would do anything to keep that from happening. Just seeing that guy near you had Sweet Pea ready to punch him right in the face. Anger was thrumming through his veins, leaving him twitching to show this shithead who exactly you belonged to. But he knew that he couldn’t do something like that in front of you. No, you wouldn’t understand, not yet, and he would just end up scaring you away.

           So instead he bided his time, stalking off while you and Cameron talked. Getting away from you two didn’t help his anger much though. All he could think about was that bastard interrupting him, thinking that he was good enough to talk to you. When Cameron left school then, Sweet Pea watched him carefully, deciding to abandon his usual route towards your house and follow him instead. Following Cameron at a distance, Sweet Pea felt his rage and jealousy surge with each step. As soon as he was sure that no one was around, he pulled his switchblade out of his Serpent jacket, picking up his pace to reach his target. Not one to drag things out, Sweet Pea grabbed Cameron by the shoulder, spun him around, and promptly punched him the jaw. Sweet Pea felt pain flare in his hand in response and grinned. Sure, it hurt, but it meant that he was doing his best to protect what was his. Cameron held a hand to his jaw, wincing at the feeling and looked at Sweet Pea in confusion.

           “What the hell dude? What’s your problem?” he yelled at his attacker. But before he could do anything but yell, Sweet Pea grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and held up the switchblade to his face.

           “You want to know what my problem is?” Sweet Pea spat at him. “My problem is that you think that just because you’re some privileged little Northsider that everyone fucking worships just cause you can throw a football, that you can mess with other people’s stuff.”

           “What are talking about?”

           “I’m talking about Y/N. They’re mine, so if I ever see you trying to talk to them again, I’ll carve your face so badly that no one will look at you again. Got it?” Cameron simply nodded in response, able to tell from the look in Sweet Pea’s eyes that he was completely serious. He may have thought that you were cute, but you sure as hell weren’t cute enough to be worth permanent disfigurement. At his acquiescence, Sweet Pea smirked mockingly at him, letting go of his jacket and sauntering away. Now that he had taken care of that issue, he was feeling much better. Sure, he may not have been able to ask you out today, but at least he made sure that no one was about to steal what belonged to him.

[lonleywriters-blog]

I just LOVE your writing, it's so good. And I must be bothering you with my requests and I'm sorry TvT But how would the yandere Southside Serpents react to someone flirting with the reader and reader's too innocent and oblivious to notice it? P.S: Sweet Pea has a crush on reader since we all stan him lol. Feel free to include your favorite character FP Jones as well and maybe Fangs Fogarty too, if possible. Gods, I sound so demanding, I'm so sorry, I'll stop now. But thank you for doing my requests in such a short amount of time, I hope you're taking care of yourself. Don't forget to take breaks and relax once in a while when you feel stressed because remember, health comes first :)

Aww your so sweet I love your request you aren't bothering me at all and ofc

Yandere serpents reader getting flirted with

Pls don't reblog or take

They all are furious in different ways. Fangs smile is wiped of his face and he's glaring at the boy. Toni is planning so many different things. Fp feels like your his daughter so he's definitely angry. Jughead's like your Big brother he hates the scum talking to you he's some snobby teen from Northside. But sweetpea the most mad. He was in love with you and not in a platonic way. He wanted to kill that boy and take you just for him and have you in his arms safe and sound. They all glared at the boy till he felt to uncontrollable to keep talking to you and left. You felt sad why did he just leave you were in middle of a conversation were you to anouing. The serpents came over and asked why you seemed so sad. When you told them they all comforted you loving that your so dependent on them. Toni invited you to a girls sleepover witch you did often. The boys complaining but letting you go. While you and Toni did each other's hair and talked about your crush on sweetpea the boys were on a mission. They snuck in the scums house after tracking him down. The woke him up beating him before sweetpea stabbed him. All the serpents helped hide the body. You and Toni finished the night with some movies and you guys falling asleep by each other. They boys came by sneaking through the window taking a few pictures and sending them to the group chat for all of them.

[chezzywezzy]

Yandere Chic (5/5)

Word count ; 3.9k

*Edited.

Man, my head was killing me. The migraine was so bad that it felt like my forehead was vibrating. I was so tired, too. Was I wrapped up in a burrito? I was so warm… What happened? Did I have a fever?

A callous hand cupped my cheek. I leaned into it slightly. It was my Sweet Pea - wait. Wait, wait, wait. There was a knock at our door… a break in… Oh no. My eyes shot open and I tried to sit up but the moment I put pressure to right arm, I collapsed. I let out a loud sob, pain shooting through my arm.

“Careful,” a familiar, masculine voice soothed. “That knife did a lot of damage… But don’t worry, I made sure to punish the man who did it. Lay back down.”

The man helped me back under the covers, although I was reluctant to listen. The soreness motivated me more than the fright in that moment. Once I was secured in the blankets again, I furrowed my brows and stared at my supposed captor.

“Chic?” I exclaimed.

He sent a lazy smirk. “The one and only. Missed me?”

“I - I thought the Black Hood killed you! He broke into Betty’s house and… Why do you have red hair?” I blubbered, gawking at me.

With his pointer finger, he pressed my head back to the pillow. “Well, Betty is a liar. She gave me up to the Black Hood. Hal and Penelope took me under their wings for whatever reason… Penelope sees me as her own son, so in public, I go by Jason now. Or —“

“The Gargoyle King,” I finished in horror.

He snickered. “Yeah. It’s pretty fun being worshiped. Pretty annoying to dress up each time, though, since all I wanna do is kiss my queen again.”

“This is insane. Can I go home now?” I whined. “Seriously, I’ve told you time and time again, I’m not interested —“

“And I don’t care,” he taunted. He scooted the chair further so that he was hovering over me. “You’re precious and I’m obsessed with you. Madly in love with you. So, frankly, I don’t give a shit if you hate me. Complain, beg, cry all you want. I’ll love every minute of it.”

Tears stung at my eyes, but I stubbornly kept them in. A firm frown was on my features. Chi - ‘Jason’ was clearly stronger than me. I had a fucked up arm and a fucked up leg. I had to escape, though, which meant I needed to get Chic to leave. There was a window to the left, but we might be on the second story.

God, this whole situation was a mess from the beginning. I should’ve never been involved in the Cooper life. No, I just shouldn’t have been so nice to Chic. Betty was suspicious of him from the start, and I should’ve been, too. But, instead, I invited him into our lives. And everything ended up turning to shit because of it.

“Heh, don’t be scared,” Chic continued, petting my hair. I visibly cringed, and I noticed his smirk twitched at my distaste. “You should try getting more rest. Tomorrow night, we’ll be busy.”

My face paled as I imagined dozens of traumatizing scenarios.

“Not like that. Tomorrow is ascension day for Betty and her friends. And you’ll be there to watch,” he explained boastfully.

“What did they ever do to you to do deserve this?”

He pursed his lips. “Hm. Nothing, really. It’s just fun being a king, ‘cause it means I can have whatever I want. Even you. Although… I do hate Betty with ever fibre of my being. She’s too nosey. Just had to ruin your opinion of me. It ended up making no difference, but it was still… difficult.”

“That… that’s no reason to kill people,” I whispered, not capable of making eye contact any longer.

“…Hm.” I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he just stared at me. “I’ll get you some water and some painkillers. Don’t try and escape. Even if you make it outside, there’s snipers with blowdart in the trees and my Gargoyles surveying the lawns.”

“Fuck you.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” he mocked, exiting the bedroom.

I knew now wasn’t the time to escape, seeing as it only took a minute to fill up a cup. However, I at least needed to do some damage control and explore my room for any potential weapons. I had to get out and call the police. No way in hell could I let my innocent friends die.

I used my left arm to prop myself up and I carefully kicked my legs off the side of my bed. I inhaled sharply as my feet came in contact with the cold wooden floor. I inspected the room from my sitting position. There was a night stand. A portrait of an old man. A chair. A closet. A carpet. A clothes drawer. A mannequin. A window with fancy curtains. A bathroom door. And then the exit. The exit taunted me. I wanted nothing more than to risk it, but I had to heed Chic’s warning. I knew he wasn’t lying. If he was, he would’ve locked the door or reinforced the windows.

I didn’t have any time to digest my thoughts. Chic reentered, a glass and pill bottle in his grasp. He stared scrutinizingly, eyes glued to my damaged figure. “Don’t move around too much.”

“What pills are those?” I snapped.

His eyebrow raised. “Advil.”

He handed me the water and dumped two pills into my palm. I examined them closely. “…Okay.” I downed the water and medicine eagerly. I only realized then how parched I was. There wasn’t much I could do to prevent him from sitting next to me on the bed. He wound his arm around my waist and pulled he towards him; I hoped it was only my imagination, but I was pretty sure he smelled my hair.

“You should thank me, by the way.”

“Sure I should. Thanks so much for kidnapping me and hurting the love of my life —“

“I killed him.”

“Wh - what?”

“Your father. I bugged your phone months ago. I learned so many things about you, but most of all, I knew that I had to kill your father. I did it myself, in fact.”

“You’re a… monster,” I whispered, not sure how to process what I’d just learned.

“Hm.” He pressed a chaste kiss to my cheek. “The Viper Cavalier… I already know what’ll happen tomorrow. Your friends will survive by some miracle, and while Penelope is trying to finish them off, we’ll make a run for it. I’ve already had some of my Gargoyles set up a camp close to the railroad that neither she nor Hal know about. However, the only hitch will be when your loyal snake shows up to try and stop me. To which I will promptly shoot him. Right in front of you. For your own personal enjoyment. After all, as king, I decide who kidnapped who. And in my world, it was the Viper Cavalier who stole my queen away.”

I pushed him away when he tried to pepper kisses along he nape of my neck. “I regret saving your life, you criminal. Keep your dirty hands off me,” I seethed.

He scoffed, rising to his feet. “Stop trying to get on my nerves.” He fussed around in his pocket. “I hate to do this, but we both know at some point you’re going to try and escape.”

He unsheathed a syringe, and y eyes went wide. I tried to push him away, but it was too late. He pushed the needle into my neck. I felt instantly drowsy, limply hitting Chic’s chest until I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

~~~

When I woke up this time, I didn’t waste time trying to remember shit. I knew exactly what happened, who kidnapped me, and what the hell was going to happen. Ascension night. Was this my only chance to stop it?

Chic wasn’t in the room, but I could hear lots of footsteps passing the door. Gargoyles. The sun as set, outside, and I doubt that Chic would only dope me up for a few hours. I noticed that on the mannequin was a dress. A note, a glass of water, and a watch rested on the nightstand. I downed the water again before focusing on the note.

‘Put on the dress and get ready. I’ll collect you at eleven-forty-five. With love, Gargoyle King.’

I scowled, checking the watch. I had fifteen minutes… I guess I had no choice but to get ready. I was still incredibly groggy from being drugged. My body was completely on autopilot as I limped over to the dress and got decent. I was still in my pajamas, which was a relief. It was difficult putting on the dress with only one functioning hand. I was sat on the bed struggling to zip it up and I jumped when Chic entered, carrying the Gargoyle mask.

“Stand up,” he demanded casually, to which I listened mutely to.

He hummed happily to himself and zipped it for me. I hated how his hands lingered on my back. I felt his breath on the nape of my neck. He suddenly pulled away and put on his mask. “It’s showtime, Gargoyle Queen.”

I trembled slightly under his prodding touch. He lifted me up bridal style, muttering an explanation for his actions that I barely heard, and walked out of the room. Goddammit - it suddenly occurred to me that I should’ve broken the glass of water to get a weapon. Welp, too late for that.

We walked down a decked-out hallway with a portrait of that escort my father used to hire… So that’s where I’d heard the name Penelope before. Now wasn’t the time for that, though. He opened the door at the end, and my eyes widened.

Sitting at a grandiose dining table was Hal, Penelope, Betty, Jughead, and two other of her friends that I wasn’t officially acquainted with. Penelope grinned malevolently and chuckled. “What have I told you? No masks at the dinner table.”

Chic set me down. Betty’s expression betrayed her guilt and anger at the situation at hand, and I couldn’t help the few tears that slid down my cheeks. Chic was about to lift his mask off when Penelope said:

“Wait - King, before you do… Hellcaster, care to take a stab?”

“Sure. Arthur Conan Doyle famously said,’ Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.’ In which case, whoever is underneath that mask must have a connection to Hal and Y/n, and to you, Penelope. But it’s not Jason, because he’s dead and Y/n never met him. The one corpse that hasn’t been accounted for, who had an obvious interest in Y/n and who was last seen by the Black Hood… Chic.”

I could smell Chic’s smirk as the Gargoyle King mask fell next to our feet. I flinched when his arms wrapped around me shoulders and we walked to the table. Chic pressured me into a seat before he sat as well.

“Are you okay, Y/n? What happened to your arm?” Betty asked.

“If I were you, I’d be more worried about yourselves,” I warned. “Is… Sweets safe?”

Jughead responded,” Physically, he’s fine, but he’s been losing his mind.”

Penelope diverted the conversation elsewhere, and explained to the gang everything that Chic already told me. Unlike them, I couldn’t care less about their motives; I just wanted to escape with my friends. The escort indulged in their curiosity, telling her sob story about being a child bride and wanting revenge. It unsettled me how she was calling Chic ‘Jason’.

“The true Gargoyle King is you, Penelope,” Jughead deduced.

“Oh, well done, well done,” she chortled, but was interrupted by the chime of a grandmaster clock. “But now, it’s time to play one final round, with you, the Midnight Children.”

“To what end?” the girl with black hair exclaimed.

“Say… it’s to reveal your true nature. To prove that you are as dark-hearted as the town that birthed you. You will not win, all when you lose, your parents will experience the pain I felt. The death of a child.”

“You’re nuts,” Betty insulted, trying to make her way over to me.

“Ah-ah-ah,” Penelope scolded,” don’t meddle with others’ belongings, my dear niece. The girl was a present for Jason.”

Everyone scoffed and I wanted to join them. Complete the ritual in their stead. However, I knew it was impossible. I was forced to be an observer.

I wished that Chic would’ve allowed me to walk for myself, but he lifted me up again. The gang rushed out into the woods, while the three remaining serial killers went in different directions. If anything, with only the two of us, that would’ve been the time to attack. But I was mortified, as when I glanced up, there were vague dark figures in the trees. It sent shivers down my spine. How was it possible to not only entangle the Gargoyles, but professional snipers into this fucked up mess?

“Chic, it’s not too late to do the right thing,” I begged.

“Would you be with me if I did?”

“W - well, there’s so many other fish in the sea.”

“That’s what I thought.”

He placed me on my feet again when we arrived in a dirt clearing. I noticed in the center, there was a tree stump with an axe inserted. Torches were embedded in the ground. I noticed that Chic had taken off his shirt - if he wasn’t an insane psycho serial killer, under different circumstances, I would have adored his physique - and tossed it the side. I leaned against a tree, still somewhat fatigued from the drugs.

“What… what’s going to happen here?”

“I’m Jughead’s ‘challenger’,” he explained curtly, leaning against another tree with an eager expression. “Gargoyles!” Two people hopped out of the trees above, startling me. “Make sure she doesn’t pull anything.”

I was on edge with the two creeps hovering close to me. I was even more worried when Chic stepped out of view as distant chatter drew near. My friends emerged from the forest. “Y/n, thank god! Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re saved,” Betty reassured.

“Everything’s fine. Jughead, you’re up, by the way.”

It was a moment too late, though, because Chic had already revealed himself and was sprinting towards the axe. Jughead sprung into action, but it was in vain; Chic snatched it up and swung it powerfully. Jug barely managed to dodge, falling on the ground before recovering. Chic was stalking towards him, a malicious smirk present.

“Why are you doing this? All because of her?” Jug shouted, dodging another swing.

“Who wouldn’t want to be a king? Who wouldn’t want to be worshipped and have blood sacrifices made in their name? And all with the love of their life by their side,” he tittered evilly.

However, Chic speaking was what allowed Jughead to catch him off guard. He tackled his waist, forcing Chic to drop the axe and fall to the ground. Jug straddled his waist and pulled him up by the neck, landing punch after punch. I knew it was partly acting, as Chic went limp after the first pummel. Luckily, though, Jughead didn’t stop there until his friends demanded he stopped. Apparently the black-haired teen and Betty had ingested poison and needed to move on.

“Betty and friends, don’t worry, everything will be okay! Get going and good luck!” I called after them, as the Gargoyles were preventing us from interacting with one another.

I was incredibly proud of the Serpent. Chic had actually been hammered into oblivion as was knocked out cold. It was shocking that nobody had come to his aid yet, either, but I supposed that everyone’s attention was on the teen posse. It was boring just waiting, but every time I tried to walk anywhere to cure my boredom, gloved hands harshly gripped my arms to prevent me from going anywhere. I wasn’t sure how long had passed, but Chic began to stir just as a gun shot pierced the air, not too far away.

It my my blood run cold. I could only hope that my friends had been the ones shooting.

Chic groaned and sat up, groggily wiping the blood from under his nose. “Fuck, didn’t expect him to hit that hard,” he growled, and the Gargoyles detached from my side to loyally help him up. One of them handed their cloak to Chic, and the other forced his on me. Chic grabbed my upper arm and wrapped a cloth around my mouth. I flinched when a gun was passed to him.

“Is everything prepared?”

“Yes, King.”

“Good. We’re leaving now. Don’t try anything,” he ordered me. We headed off in a random direction, going deeper into the wilderness. It was hard to keep up with my prominent limp, especially when he suddenly picked dup the pace. It sounded like a war was going on behind us. There was so much shouting, screaming, crying. I had to get rid of the gag, even if it would pain me.

I lifted my cast slowly, squinting in pain. The stab wound hindered the ability for my fingers to function probably, and I wanted to cry from just bending my elbow. Chic’s attention was glued to the path ahead. I almost tripped several times, as the moonlight wasn’t enough to show the way. I felt at the cloth, steering my arm to the back of my head. I weakly fiddled with the knot, trying to pull it down. I almost wanted to gasp in joy when it slid down just enough. I jerked my hand to my mouth and pulled out the gag.

Chic turned to stare at me, but it was already too late. A scream ripped from my throat. “Sweet Pea!”

His palm collide with my face. I fell back into the grass, my ankle twisting all over again. I let out another cry for help before I was silenced. Chic lay on top of me, pressing me hard against the floor. He had shoved his hand into my mouth in a panic. Even in the black night, I could see his raging expression. His frenzied breaths fanned across my cheeks. Tears threatened to spill, so I squeezed my eyes shut.

Hope blossomed within me as I heard some of the shouting slowly come closer. ”Goddammit, you messed up,” he seethed. “You really think you’re going to be saved? Your fucking boyfriend can’t do shit if I kill him.”

I shook my head to beg for mercy. My vision was blurry and clouded from the teardrops. Like the flick of a switch, Chic grinned and stood back up. I was too scared to let anything out except for quiet sobs. His foot hovered over my injured arm threateningly. I got the point and stayed there frozen on the ground. All I could do was watch helplessly as he took out the pistol from his pocket, turning off the safety.

The sun was beginning to rise.

I could at least warn whoever was coming to the rescue. “He ha —!”

Crunch.

I let out a screech of pain, reeling on the ground. I couldn’t even cradle my arm, as it was still trapped under his foot. I arched my backs then I could possibly see who was approaching. I could only make out two or three approaching footsteps. I gasped when I saw a leather jacket duck behind a near tree.

Chic recklessly shot at the movement, missing.

“Come on out, lover boy! I know it’s you!” he roared.

Even if I was still in agony, it wasn’t going to get any better. I had to act. With my free arm, I struck, grabbing his pant leg and pulling. It didn’t mess up his footing, but Chic peered down at me for but a moment, which was enough for the unidentified Serpent - who I could only hope was Sweet Pea. The figure rushed to an even closer oak. When Chic shot, it was completely off, causing him to let out a frustrated curse.

Keeping attention glued to my savior’s where-abouts, he kicked my stomach furiously before stalking forward. I finally curled up in a ball to recover, turning on my side so I could still see what was happening.

“You can only hide for so long, Viper!” Chic warned, aiming at the tree.

Wrong. I was going to intervene again. I turned again so that I could crawl forwards a bit. Even if I had to take another dose of pain, I had to divert his attention one more time.

“Chic, please,” I croaked,” no more.”

He didn’t spare a glance this time. “Don’t even try, Y/n.” He stepped closer to the tree. “I’m sure your coward Cavalier wouldn’t want you to get any bloodier, either.”

I paused. Clearly I’d have to be a bit more clever. The clock was ticking. I clenched my fist… right around some dirt and rocks. An idea hit me. I unearthed the grime, aiming behind me to imitate the rustling of a person, all while I faked a joyful gasp.

He fell for it. Bingo. Chic whipped around, shooting in the direction of the sound. Even in my suffering, I couldn’t help but grin as his eyes widened in realization. My heart bounded out of joy as Sweet Pea, the love of life, revealed himself. Chic tried to move fast enough, but Sweets tackled him to the ground a few feet away.

I watched eagerly as the gun flew out of Chic’s grasp. Chic let out an agonized grunt, and I thought that Sweet Pea would start punching the living hell out of him now that he had him, but his actions were different from what I anticipated. Instead of his fists flying, he lifted his hands above head before swinging them down. In that moment, I saw a metallic glint and I connected the dots.

A pocket knife stabbed into Chic’s chest. Once, twice, three times. Sweet Pea kept going. The look on his face was terrifying. I’d seen him angry before, sure; but never, never had he looked so resentful. I let out a muffled sob as I realized Sweet Pea had killed the man without hesitation. Blood was everywhere. A waterfall came from Chic’s wounds, and a puddle was slowly but surely forming around him. Spurts of gore splattered on Sweet Pea’s jacket, shirt, and face.

“Sweets, stop, please!” I cried, trembling against the ground.

His progression was gradual as his stabs became steadier until his hands stopped entirely, the knife hovering over the lifeless corpse. I recoiled when his sharp glare directed itself at me. HIs stare softened though, and he stumbled to his feet.

“Y/n, babe, you’re okay, you’re safe,” he rambled, almost as though he was comforting himself more than me. He kneeled next to me, gentle in his movements as he cupped my filth-covered cheeks. “Oh, you’re alright now, you’re safe, you’re safe…”

“S - Sweet Pea, y - you just killed h - him!”

“Uh-huh, you’re safe now,” he cooed, wrapping his hands under my arm pits to lift me to him. He held me close. “Oh, you’re safe now…”

“Sweets, please calm d - down, you’re scaring me.”

“Yes, that’s right, you’re safe now. Oh god, I love you. I’m here for you. Nobody will ever hurt you again.”

Even with my heart rate accelerating through the roof, I was fatigued. Afraid. Confused. Miserable. Injured. It was dawn. And Sweet Pea had saved me in time. The aches were becoming dull. I was so tired. So, so tired…

[gayaristocrat]

Pretty Boy~

Pairing: Yandere! Archie Andrews x Femboy! Male Reader

Tags: @dangerousstrawberryshark

Request: So do you still take request? and how is your day? I was thinking yandere Archie Andrew x femboy male reader. I like yandere books btw. The plot is that the reader is new to Riverdale high

‼Author’s Note‼: Boy when I tell you I had so much fun writing this!!! I'm so happy you requested this, cus' I finally can add some good Yandere Archie to my masterlist. Also, let me know if there are any typos or things that need to be fixed.

Word Count: 3,481+

Word Key:

(s/t) = Skin Tone

(h/hl) = Hairy/Hairless

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Before you came to Riverdale High, things were very simple for Archie. His routine was very simple; get up, go to school, go to football practice, hang out with the gang, have some lovey-dovey time with Veronica, and if she didn't spend the night, he'd stay home and sleep in his cold bed alone, only being accompanied by Vegas.

But upon your arrival, something inside Archie shifted, he never could pinpoint what it was about you that made him fall for you, more specifically, obsess over you. Was it the way you walked? Was it your attitude or your personality? Was it the way you dressed? Well, whatever it was made Archie feel emotions he never felt before, something he's never even felt for Veronica. Something dark, something sinister. Every time he thought about you, the more he wanted to protect you, the more he craved you. He'd constantly catch himself staring at you in the hallways and in class. He'd even follow you home after school to make sure you made it home safe. It only made it worse when your family moved next door to him in the empty house on the right, it only made things easier for him. Archie had a place in his house he would call his 'special room' that was right next to your upstairs bedroom window that gave him the perfect view inside your room.

He'd always find it adorable how you had your collection of teddy bears of many different colors and shapes, how your room was decorated with pastel pinks and pastel purples. He had to be sure to board up his window in the room so you wouldn't catch him staring at your window. Archie wanted to do things to you he couldn't say out loud, disgusting, horrific, sinful things to you. He wanted so desperately to corrupt your innocent and pure mind. He wanted to chain you up and lock you inside this hidden room and hide you from the dangerous world. He wanted to be the only one to see your pretty (s/t) face, he wanted to be the only one to see you dressed in the cute frilly skirts you always wear to school. He wanted to make you his personal lap dog so you'd happily obey his every word and command without hesitation. He was so excited to have you, he even had a box he kept locked and hidden away in the room that was filled with lingerie, dresses, skirts, crop tops, maid outfits, and much much more for you to wear only for him to see you in. Archie knew that if anyone ever found out about his secret they'd view him differently, disgusted at him like he was some monster. So he had to make sure word will never got out, and he'll stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if he has to kill the ones who try to stop him.

-------Time Skip-------

The next day at school, Archie was in the student loungeroom with Veronica forcefully cuddling into his arms, making him internally cringe, but he had to keep up his 'perfect boyfriend' act so he doesn't spark up any suspicions. In front of them was Tony and Cheryl coupled up, and Betty and Jughead were doing their romantic thing, the whole group was just chatting and hanging out with one another.

The back of Archie's head was tingling, and a voice was telling him to look behind him, and oh boy was he glad he listened. When he turned his head, it seemed like time slowed down as his eyes were blessed with the most beautiful sight the could have wished for walked in, his crush. (Full Male Name), the boy of his dreams walked in the room, dressed in an argyle pattern sweater, under the sweater was a white dress shirt that was tucked into a pleated white skirt that had a two black stripped lines running along the bottom of it, white high top converse decorated his feet with black fishnet stocking that went all the way up under his skirt. His nails were adorned with light blue polish, his neck that Archie wanted to ruthlessly mark up was wrapped with a pearl necklace that was white and sparkling. Utter fucking beauty. Beauty that could make any guy bow at your knees, and make any girl watch in envy.

When you walked in the lounge room you waved at the gang and Archie, making the red headed boy's face flush red as his heart fluttered. You made your way past them and went straight to the table where Reggie, Sweet Pea, and couple of other Serpent boys were sitting. You walked up and gave the boys hugs and started chatting with them, which did not go unnoticed by Archie.

It made him jealous, it infuriated him. Why couldn't he cuddle you like the other couples in front of him? Why couldn't he be the one to make you laugh? Why couldn't he touch you like Reggie and Sweet Pea did? Why would you let them defile you like that? He couldn't understand it, you let them touch you, but you don't even see them as nothing more than friends. They had no fucking right to touch what belonged to him, Archie had to fix this and he had to fix it fast. Blinded with rage, Archie unconsciously tightened his grip on Veronica's hand she forced into his, causing her to wince in the subtle pain. He quickly let her hand go at her outburst.

"Archiekins are you okay, you've been acting weird ever since the new kid transferred here?

Archie grabs and shakes his head in an attempt to get rid of those thoughts, and get himself back together.

"Uh, yeah Ronnie, it's nothing. Trust me, it has nothing to do with (Male Name). Um...I have to go and uh, take care of something. I'll probably see you guys later on today"

Archie unhooks his arm and hand from Veronica's grasp and stands up from the lounge couch and grabs his bags to leave, but not before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. He walks out of the student lounge cringing at the kiss and runs to the bathroom as fast as he can, bursting through the door he locks it and checks underneath each stall to see if anybody was there before dropping his bags on the ground and walking into one of them. The more and more he thought about the kiss with Veronica, the more Archie begins to feel nauseous and quickly bends down to the toilet as his stomach rejects everything he ate that day. The sour acidic tasting liquid rushes up from his stomach, up past his esophagus, and out of his mouth, splashing into the toilet water. Tears ran down his eyes as his clenching stomach began to hurt with each gag and hurl. It literally made him sick thinking about kissing Veronica, or anybody besides you for that matter. He couldn't stand touching her, he couldn't stand looking at her, he couldn't even stand having sex with her anymore. Every interaction he had with her, he had to pretend it was you he was doing it with. He had to pretend it was (Male Name) he was kissing, that it was (Male Name) he was holding and touching, that it was (Male Name) he was fucking. Ever since the first day you transferred to Riverdale High, everything he ever felt for Veronica or did with Veronica faded away. At first he thought he was just sick, or just a phase, but it wasn't. This was something real he felt for you.

After he finished throwing up, he flushed the toilet and walked out of the stall and walked to the sink to rinse his mouth out. Spitting the water out he looked himself in the mirror. His face and neck was flushed with red, veins popping out in his neck and hands from the pressure of regurgitating, his eyes blood shot red from anger and disgust at Veronica. He couldn't take it anymore, it was too much. Fuck Veronica for being too clingy, fuck Hiram for threatening to kill him every time he thought about ending things with her, fuck Reggie and Sweet Pea for touching you the way they did.

"FUCKING WHY!?" He screamed as he punched the glass mirror, shattering it to bits and pieces. The pain of the glass shards sticking in his knuckles was completely numb to him, so he didn't notice until he felt warm crimson liquid running down his hands and dripping into the sink. The bathroom began filling up with the metallic sent of blood. Archie slowly picks out each and every chunk of glass stuck in his hand before cleaning and wrapping it in a bandage cloth he found in his bag. He then washed his face, got himself together, grabbed his bags, and left the bathroom as if nothing happened. He made his decision in that moment looking at the mirror. He got tired of waiting for you to come around. He got tired of waiting for you to talk to him. He knew that you were too shy to admit your feelings and your love for him...right? You did love him right? I mean, all the waves and smiles you sent his way. All the times you let Reggie, Sweet Pea, and all the other boys touch you was just to make him jealous, right? Yeah, that's right. He knew you were trying to get him to confess his love first, so that's exactly what he's gonna do. This week was the week you were gonna finally be his. Count your days, cus ready or not, here he comes.

After school Archie went straight home. He skipped football practice, he skipped hanging how at Pop's with the gang. He had one thing in mind, and one thing only. Getting you.

Sweet Pea was easy to take care of. All Archie had to do was easily break into his trailer dead in the night when everyone was asleep, and easily off the poor boy before he could even scream. Each day, one by one all the boys you talked to, or even touched ended up dead. And Reggie was the last survivor. By this time, people were starting to question the disappearance of the other boys. People were staring to whisper that you had something to do with it, which caused people to start avoiding you. Ever since you transferred to Riverdale High a month ago in the middle of the year, everyone instantly took a liking to you. You were dubbed as 'skirt boy' or 'dress boy' , not as in insult or anything because people really admired how you lived by the motto 'clothes are just fabric, they have no gender'. You made a name of yourself in just a couple of months. But all of that was taken from you. People no longer wanted to be around you. No body talked to you, hugged you, or even looked at you. People became scared of you, fearing that if they were around you, that they'd disappear too.

----Time Skip----

Archie managed to get wind that Cheryl was throwing a party after school, and obviously everyone was invited . Since Archie knew that Reggie would never pass up a good party, he knew that he was going to be there, and he would finally was able to finish him off like he did to Sweet Pea and the other few boys.

When Archie arrived at Thistlehouse, it was flooded with people from school. Empty bottles and cups of alcohol crowded the floor of the house everywhere, different color lights flashed throughout the room painting people with many different colors. Horny and sweaty kids were grinding and making out with one another, and it sickened Archie. The music was far too loud for his liking, all he wanted to do was kill Reggie, find you, and get the hell out of there.

"Archie! There you are dude, what took you so long to get here?"

Archie turned at the sound of the voice. Lo and behold, it was Reggie.

"Oh hey man, what a coincidence. I was just thinking about where I could find you." Archie says to the swaying and obviously drunk man.

"Oh y..yeah, I wash jush..talkin' tah (M...Male Name) upstairs. Ya'..ya'...yah' know w..what man. He's been pretty upshet lately. Yeah, he saysh p..people have shtaped talkin tah him"

Archie just couldn't help but darkly smile, this was all too easy for him. He'd at least thought that he would have to look forward to a challenge, but no. Things were smoothly playing out for him, and he's definitely without a doubt going to take advantage of it.

"Really now? Well how about you go get him and I can drive both of you home since you're obviously too waisted to drive."

Reggie nodded and stumbled his way to the stairwell, tripping and falling over several steps on his way up. Archie quickly grabbed a drink of strong alcohol and downed it easily, hissing at the burn, and made his way to his car. He sat in his seat and patiently waited for you both to come down. Archie looked down and saw the gun in his pocket being exposed a little, so he pulled his shirt down to cover it. He could feel himself getting overly giddy and excited thinking about you sitting in his car, and how tonight will finally be the night he'll have you and permanently get rid of Reggie. A few minutes later, he sees the both of you stumble out of the house. Even you were drunk too? Fucking amazing.

Both you and Reggie hopped in the car, with you in the front seat, and Archie began driving off. Throughout the whole drive Archie's grip of the steering wheel tightened and his heart was thumping as fast as a jackhammer, and it didn't get better when you dosed off and your head landed on his shoulder. Reggie was asleep in the back seat too, which gave Archie the opportunity to get a better look at you. He could smell the fruit scented perfume you were wearing, he felt himself twitch in his pants when he saw the way your skirt was hiked up a little on your leg, showing off your beautiful (h/hl) (s/c) legs he so desperately wanted to mark up, and your thicc thighs he wanted to stick his face between. Time seemed to fly by when he was staring at you, as he pulled onto the side of the road that lead to Sweetwater River. Trying not to disturbed you, Archie gently takes your leaning figure off of his shoulder and sits you up so you lean on the window. He got out of the car, woke up Reggie, and told him to take a walk with him.

The trip from the car to the river was quite short, which made Archie happy since he didn't want to keep you waiting. Both him and Reggie were admiring the view. The bright green trees standing tall as giants on the other side of the river, the glowing blue river water rushed past the rocks, splashing as it goes by. Reggie tripped and fell over the small rocks, as they were not really a reliable source for balance, especially in his wasted state. Archie stayed back a few feet behind him, and pulled out the gun hidden in his pocket, he pulled the hammer aiming it at Reggie's head. The clicking of the gun alerted Reggie as he turned around to see the origin of the noise, but before he could even utter a word out of his mouth, Archie pulled the trigger. The fast moving bullet shot out of the gun and lodged itself in between Reggie's eyes and shot out the back of his head. The power of the bullet caused blood to spew out and stain Archie's blue letterman jacket and face. Reggie's body went limp, falling on the ground instantly dead, blood flowing out of his head and trailing down into the water. Archie spit out the blood that shot into his mouth, cringing at the bitter taste of it. He stuck the gun back into his back pocket and rolled Reggie's heavy body into the river, watching as his lifeless body drifts away, never to be seen again by anyone.

Now that Reggie's gone, he'll have to find some way to break up with Veronica without Hiram being on his ass. Maybe he could set her up by getting her to cheat on him and then catch her in the act. He would have to take some time to think about it, but for now, he would just worry about that later. Now all he has to do is get back to you, and take you to your new room he set up for you. He ran back to the car, opened the door and closed it as quietly as he could so he didn't wake you and took off. While driving to his house, Archie adored watching you as you slept, lightly drooling as you did. He took one of his hands off the steering wheel and gently placed it on your warm leg, rubbing it up and down. He bit his lip and groaned as he felt your skin running against his flesh, he couldn't wait to have you when you got to your new home. Every now and then you'd stir in your sleep, alerting Archie, but he managed to continue his journey back. He finally gets to his house with you still asleep next to him, he clicks the garage remote to automatically open the garage and drive inside it, making sure to click the button again to close it. Archie looks behind the rearview mirror to make sure the garage was closed tight so no one can see what he's up to, then he steps out of the car and opens your side of the door, not forgetting to catch your head as it was still leaning on the window. He softly unbuckles your seatbelt, wraps your arms around your neck and picks you up, he then wraps your legs around his waist and rests his hand under your butt to balance you (also cus he just wanted to grope dat ass 😛).He shuts both of the car doors and makes his wat to the door, skillfully taking the keys out of his front pocket and unlocks the door to walk in.

Archie is firstly greeted by Vega, running to meet him barking with his wagging tail trying to jump on him for attention, only to be shushed by the red head. The barks caused you to move in his grasp and wrap your arms tightly and cuddle into the closest thing to you, which made Archie feel like he was on top of the world. He walked up the stairs, with Vegas closely following with curiosity as to who the new person was. He made it to the door of his secret room, which was now the place where he was going to keep you hidden from everyone, and opened it. He then walked in and sat you down on the floor locking a neck cuff around your neck with a pink heart shaped padlock so you don't escape. He walked over to the boarded up window he used to peak at you threw and made sure it was shut tight before pulling up a chair and silently staring at you with pride. He finally had you inside his house, finally to himself. He can finally now be the only one to touch you, to look at you, to hear your voice, and to fuck you. Just the though of it made his pants tighten. And now that you're hear, why not?

Slowly you wake up, opening your eyes in a groggy daze and a splitting pain in your head. You open your eyes and try to examine the dimly lit room you were in, or at least try to make out a figure or something. But...this..wasn't your room, these weren't your decorations, something felt off...felt..wrong. The cold uncomfortable metal on your neck made you shiver as you tried to pull at it to get it off, with little to no avail. In front of you you see navy blue adidas, calling out to the first person that popped in your mind. "Reggie?...W..where are we? Weren't we..at Cheryl's party?"

"Wrong name, (Male Name). Why don't I help you remember who I am baby?"

Archie gives you a sly look at your chained up figure before taking his shirt off. He then tosses the article of clothing to an unknown area in the room and he unbuckles his belt as he starts removing his pants, smiling at your scared and now sober quivering figure.

"P...please Archie, just let me go, and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Just please let me go...I'll..I'll do anything you want, anything"

"Awww, how pathetic. Don't think you're getting away from me again that easily, begging like that~"

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I swear Tumblr is driving me nuts with it eating my asks! This is the fourth time I've written an ask and you haven't received it! (Or you could be just working on one and I could be a blind person, sorry-) I'm not upset at you, I'm upset at Tumblr! I was hoping to request single dad Deku. I love the domestic vibes from this cute series but I was wondering what made him kidnap his darling? Perhaps his daughter comes home crying to her dad saying that her favorite teacher announced that they'll be going away soon due to them moving away/getting married.

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(A/N: I’m sorry tumblr kept eating your ask, so I hope this was worth it!!! I missed writing for single dad Deku and Isamu, I love them so much 😭😭😭 Thank you for the request!!)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, domestic stuff, children, angst, mentions of kidnapping 

Summary: You’re going to move away but Isamu and Izuku don’t want you to (Yan!Izuku x GN!reader)

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You rock Isamu in your lap trying to calm her down. You had expected the children in your class to be sad about you leaving but not this much. You had announced this morning that you would soon be moving daycares as well as cities because your boyfriend wanted to move so you would go with him. Of course, many toddlers shed some tears at the announcement but none were as upset as Isamu.

Isamu immediately started sobbing at the news, begging you to stay with her and not to leave her. It was the middle of the day now, the rest of the children having nap time, Isamu couldn’t sleep though. Rather still crying, burying her face into your chest and holding onto your sweater.

“Isamu, please don’t cry” you say softly, gently stroking her curly hair. She doesn’t respond and unlike what you wanted she began to cry even harder. Should you call her father? You really don’t want to interrupt him, you know that heroes are probably incredibly busy.

“Don’t leave” Isamu sobs, her breaths uneven. You’re surprised she hasn’t passed out at how much she’s been crying. “Honey, I have to. My boyfriend’s moving there so I’m going to go with him” You say only to get more tears in response. “No!” She whines, clutching onto you tighter. You’re quite sure that you’ll have to send her home early.

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Izuku was very concerned when he was called by the daycare to come pick up his daughter. He was even more concerned when Isamu kept crying every time he tried to take her away from you. He was honestly sad but embarrassed, he loved his daughter more than anything but he was also in love with you and was worried you’d think he was a bad father from her melt down.

He was able to eventually pry her off of you. Taking her to the car, buckling her in her car seat despite her protests. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” He worriedly asks, wiping off some of her tears. “Y/n-sensei is l-leaving” she mumbles quietly before breaking down again and telling him what you said.

“What do you mean they’re leaving, sweet pea?” He asks soothingly, almost as if not accepting her words. He’s not sure if he should believe her or not. She was a toddler after all.

But what if she was telling the truth. Izuku was obsessed with you and couldn’t imagine being away from you. He had already planned out your lives together! If you left you two would never be able to get married, Isamu would never be the flower girl, you’d never greet him with a kiss every time he came home, you two would never be able to give Isamu a younger sibling, you two could never adopt a dog, or grow old together!

Izuku comes to the conclusion he needs to take you for himself. It’s the only way to keep you to himself.

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Thank you for reading, darling!!

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Hello sweet pea! I see that you like yanderes!

May I request a Yandere!Luffy x Female Reader? It could be your own prompt, idea and choice of genre for the fic! (Angst, smut any one you prefer love!)

Yes!! And Omg thank you so much sweetie for requesting a story from me I’m honored because your work is amazing!! I have a lot of projects right now but I’m almost done with one of them and I’ve already started with the other!! So I will probably have yours out by Sunday or Saturday! Thank you sm for suggesting love!! 🫶🏼‼️