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[unyandere]

Yandere kidnapper x Reader who has a front job as a writer but is actually a serial killer pt.1

Tw: very short this time, attempt at illegal behaviour, bad English (this one will be followed by a second part in a few days, just hang on there)

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It was a sunny and warm day, you were sitting at Sterbucks, writing the ending for your last novel.

All the books you had published until then had done quite well, the public seemed to love your writing style and the way you described the feeling characters felt while ending other characters’s lives.

And you rejoiced because of this.

You sighed of relief as you ended writing that last chapter while drinking a Frappuccino.

Your life was going so well (you just needed the next protagonist for a new novel).

And, unknown to you, someone, from the other side of the shop, was glaring at you.

He was a really unsuspicious guy, wearing almost elegant, but not fleshy, clothes.

Unfortunately for him, as soon as your eyes laid (when you noticed his stare) on him you decided he would be a real nice next target:rich, probably lonely from how he was sitting at the bar and a lovely new protagonist.

So you decided you’d follow him out of the shop and then you’d drag him in a alleyway and possibly unalive him, taking all of his money, the credit card and possibly his phone too.

And even if he didn’t have all that, you would still have a new protagonist!

But, as you waited for him to stand up, he would not budge just drinking his espresso (you did not know but he was waiting for you to go so he could follow you, drag you in a alleyway, make you unconscious and kidnap you) and neither would you.

And so you both waited.

And waited.

And waited some more.

The shop closed and you two were both outside, on opposites sides of the road, waiting for the other to start walking in a direction without looking suspicious.

And so you both waited.

Outside.

Until it was night.

But even then, you both waited.

And waited.

And waited.

[unyandere]

Yandere prince x reader who wants to recreate the Roman Empire pt. 1

Tw: Roman Empire, Roman emperors mentioned, many Roman history references, Corpus Iuris Civilis mentioned, Yandere behaviour, bad English as always

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And, as he was walking in town accompanied by guards, the prince of your reign fell in love with you at first sight, such a good looking peasant talking to their friends so passionately, your hair glimmered in the sun as your face lit up with emotions while talking. To be honest he didn’t even hear what you were talking about but he was so enthralled, he just had to know you better, who knows maybe you were talking about gowns? Or maybe about how him, the prince of that kingdom, had done such an epic and innovative entrance after returning from war? He just couldn’t stop making scenarios in his head. But then he saw you grabbing your friend’s hand while smiling and talking. He might get the little twerp executed, their hand cut and given to him, just to feel your touch indirectly.

But no, it was far too soon and you would have had to bestow a gruesome show of violence on such a nice and warm day. So he resumed looking at you, hoping you were talking about him.

And to be fair he was right, in a way you were talking about the prince and the royal family, or to say it better their reign.

And how you would have done EVERYTHING better than how he did.

First things first you would have taken better inspiration from the predecessors (Romans), by changing the law to make it more like the law described in the Corpus Iuris Civilis of the emperor Justinian and in the De Legibus of Cicero but also applying some of the concepts of Nation written in the Pro Archia of Cicero and in other ancient texts.

Then you would have maybe re-created the Cursus Honorum, recreating also the plebeian tribune with all his powers and thus bringing back the glory of Republican Rome that would have created the perfect look to present the nation to the rest of the world while you appointed to yourself the job of consul sine collega (a consul who ruled alone, without a partner with the power to stop decisions) for life.

Your friends, while mildly concerned, were of similar opinions on many things especially one: your country has to change.

The royal family had to be no more.

You, or your friends for the matter, were no nobles; you weren’t poor, actually you were wealthy enough to study and you knew some Latin, but your family didn’t exactly swim in gold pools.

But the opportunity to put in action your plan was going to arrive.

A couple days after seeing you the prince returned to the same little plaza you were before and looked for you.

Unfortunately for him you were at home with your friends planning how to overthrow the government, start to rule and wage war against all the neighbouring nations in order to really recreate the empire.

And so, on the same day he sent a messenger to search for you after a very (maybe too) detailed description.

And in another couple of days the messenger (after visiting almost half of the houses of the reign) met you and your family and invited you to the royal palace.

You kinda mistook that “I love you I wanna get married” invitation for a “I discovered your overthrowing plans and want to execute you” invitation (which, to be honest, sounds more realistic) so you made up an excuse to get back to your room saying you needed to pack some things, but it didn’t work and you were dragged after almost beating up three guards with a fasces (a Roman weapon) brought kindly to the palace.

At the palace you found the prince on the throne waiting for you.

He was ugly didn’t look like emperor Augustus and smelly didn’t smell of the blood of the enemies of Rome.

You looked around to find the one guy who should kill you for planning a coup d’etat, but no one in the room seemed armed aside from the guarda that confiscated your fasces.

“Oh my beautiful Rose-“ he started.

He wasn’t taking in Latin, therefore you found utterly useless to listen to such a barbarous language.

You took the occasion to look around the palace, after recreating the Roman Empire you would need a palace for the senate, would this place be big enough?

There were too many windows for your liking, if you ever plotted to stab someone 23 times with your friendly colleagues and the adopted son of the murdered you would have been discovered instantly.

The furniture was also excessive, gold was nice and all but this chairs and thrones were dripping of hubris and excess.

And you would have had to paint everything white and take of that embroided silk coverings from the walls.

Maybe that was too much work, better to build something from scratch.

“Are you listening to me my love?” Said a voice and you felt an hand on your shoulder.

You looked up, the ugly non Augustus looking prince was in front of you.

How could he even dare thinking you were listening to someone talking in such a non Latin language?

Still you nodded.

He kissed you hand.

You almost kicked him right there and then, but you were able to contain yourself.

“Then what do you think?” He asked looking at you in the eyes.

“I want to recreate the Roman Empire” you answered, maybe he knew of your plans and wanted to beat his parents to recreate the Roman Empire.

Actually that was the most realistic reason for why he could want you in the palace alive.

And in that case you would let him help, then, as soon as the empire began, you would fight him in a battle at Actium against him and his Egyptian-but-technically-Greek-lover and win.

The prince looked at you.

You looked at him.

The prince got closer.

You got closer to the dozing off guard that had your fasces.

You looked at the prince.

The prince looked at you.

“…Was that an unfunny joke?” He asked, not outright furious but definitely kinda pissed off.

“…You do not want to recreate the Roman Empire?” You asked back with a smile that kinda looked like a constipation face.

“Why would I want that? I’m already going to rule, it would be stupid to bring back the Roman Empire, it would just put me in a stupidly risky position” he answered massaging the bridge of his nose “and then again the answer was Yes or No, not that difficult you-“

You took the fasces successfully from the guard.

The guard noticed and looked at you.

You looked at the prince and then at the guard.

The guard shook his head disapprovingly.

You looked at the guard and then without saying a word you used the fasces against the guards legs.

The other guards pushed you to the ground and immobilised you.

The prince got closer and stared at you.

He grinned.

“So, I tried to be kind before, but since it seems you don’t listen to people when-“ he started saying while grinning.

His use of a barbaric language annoyed you very much.

Therefore you decided not to listen to him again, choosing instead to think about the fall of the Roman Empire.

It was the fault of people like this guy, barbarians, that the Roman Empire had fallen.

What a disgrace.

“So” the prince lifted your chin to force you to look at him in the eyes “tell me your answer unless you wanna get beheaded right here and now~”

“Uh…” you know what? This guy was a arrogant barbarian! He didn’t deserve any yes “No”

He let go of your chin and pushed your head to the ground.

He kneeled above you and put an hand on his chin.

“Why? Why wouldn’t you marry me when I just asked you soooo nicely? I’m trying to be kind you know? Leaving you a choice, but a no…” he got up and started pacing around mumbling, then he stopped “I don’t think you meant it, dear, you must have got yes and no mixed up, am I right?”

Your head was kinda spinning, you definitely had a concussion.

So he asked to marry you…

Still a no for you, buuuut…

But actually you could, ya know, kill him off.

And take over.

And recreate the Roman Empire.

[unyandere]

Yandere villain sidekick who used to be the hero’s n.1 fan x hero (who is actually secretly married to the villain)

Part. 1

This time it isn’t a reader x Yandere!!!!!! (Add extremely dramatic music!) but you can still interpret the hero as a type of reader, (just know that if the hero is you, now you have a husband) which is why I’ll also tag it as that

Tw: Yandere is a lot more yanderish than usual, villain x hero trope but it has already happened, wholesome domestic villain x hero moments before the Yandere part, crepes, lots of fluff before the Yandere part today because sometimes I need to write some fluff too, but the Yandere part is hella Yandere (I mean this is a part 1 and not a one shot for a reason, we need more time to unyanderise this guy), sexual jokes I guess (but nothing graphic or deeply described), kidnapping

Want to read more yandery unyandery stories? Check the other stories on the MASTERPOST

The hero slowly rose up from their bed as they could smell some (oh my so evil) crepes.

They (heroically) went to investigate in the kitchen and found their arch nemesis (and husband) struggling to cook the crepes.

“I swear, if this fucking crepe burns too I will go to… erm… hun, got any crime ideas?” Asked their arch nemesis, husband and most dangerous villain in the city.

The hero strolled over to the pan their husband was holding and took it in their hands, trying to finish cooking the crepe.

“…I’d say some kidnapping” they suggested, looking away from the crepe for a second.

The moment they stared back at the crepe, it had burnt.

“And it seems I won’t rescue for a while the poor guy or gal you kidnap” they added putting the burnt crepe in the trash.

“Yeah, but who should I kidnap? I already kidnapped that news lady last week and we both heard how chatty she was, not to talk about the mayor! That guy is such a narcissist, and that’s coming from me!” He explained.

The hero reflected for a while.

“Kidnap me” they suggested.

“Sounds kinky” commented their husband “Not that it’s a bad thing, but you know what I think about situation that imply… ya know…”

“Lack of consent?” Ended uncertain the hero “Sorry, I shouldn’t have suggested it, still, is it non-con if I give you my consent to be kidnapped?”

The villain reflected for a while.

“Probably not, but still the public could get the wrong idea” he answered.

“From when do you care about the public’s opinion?!” Asked the hero, smirking.

“From when I welcomed that kid to help me” answered the most dangerous villain in the whole city.

“Your Side-kick?! They’re 24!” Said the hero.

“Still a kid in my opinion, have you seen him?! He looks really young!” Answered the villain.

“Honestly, I thought he was in his 40s” commented the hero.

“Don’t say that! Look, he really liked you as a kid, you can’t be this mean to him” replied sadly the villain.

“I’m not mean, I’m honest! And just so you know, I prefer it when my fans don’t side with my so called enemies… we’re lucky he reached to you and not to, idk, Crab man” said the hero defending himself.

“Crab man would be an excellent father figure tbh” commented the villain trying to make a new crepe.

The hero stared at him and then looked at the new crepe.

“Try to not burn this one, alright sweet?” They said and gave him a little kiss on the forehead going to sit at the table “so, for today’s crime, you’ve got any ideas? I need to do something quickly if I don’t want companies forcing me to act in shitty commercials of more shitty products”

The villain continued to cook the crepe, not daring to look away for a moment.

“Mmm… maybe instead of me kidnapping you, my sidekick could ‘kidnap’ you for me and, if you want, we could maybe act out a fight like last Thursday on that palace” suggested the villain “So my sidekick will feel like he’s earning his pay, we might have some ‘interrogation’ moments to talk with each other and you will have your heroic moment for the media”

The hero hummed to himself.

“Sounds perfect to me, just be sure that our ‘interrogation’ is just us, I really don’t want your kiddo to hear us, he could get material to blackmail us both” they explained.

“Sure thing, sir!” Answered the villain making a mock of the military sign.

They both laughed.

After a good breakfast and watching a couple of episodes of their favourite series on Netflix, the couple left home to go to their respective hideouts and change their clothes.

The villain called his sidekick to the hideout and explained to him what his mission would be.

What the villain thought was excitement for the mission in his sidekick’s eyes, was actually excitement for being finally able to ‘kidnap’ the hero (for themselves).

The sidekick listened to all the instructions and decided one thing: he would “save” the hero (so that the hero, oooh THE HERO, his god, his everything would be grateful to him and maybe they would have made him their sidekick… and then, who knows, the hero could lower their guard, let themselves be more *calm* around him and who knows maybe even sleep in the same room as him and then he could- he was exaggerating, he could think of that *after* saving the hero and getting their gratitude)

And so that same afternoon, after going over the plan all over again, the sidekick was sent out the hideout to do their mission.

Strangely, they found the hero in a pretty vulnerable position, sitting with their eyes closed, alone, in an empty park.

It almost seemed too easy.

(It was, in fact, too easy. The Hero’s husband had begged them and bribed them with two dinners out at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city to make sure they would go real easy on his sidekick)

Still, this was his golden chance to take you.

He sneaked around and hid behind some trees.

The hero obviously saw them, but tries to act as if they hadn’t to make it even easier for the sidekick to kidnap them and bring them to their husband.

The hero noted mentally to tell their husband about the lack of hiding abilities of his sidekick.

It was almost too embarrassing to be kidnapped by someone so incompetent, but the hero reassured themselves by thinking about the dinner they were going to have with their husband after all of this.

After 10 fucking minutes, during which the sidekick stared at the hero trying to calm down his *excitement* (let’s just use that word eh), the sidekick finally sped over to the hero and tried to knock them out.

His punch usually wouldn’t have done shit to the hero, but they faked to be falling unconscious to make the kidnapping process faster (and that dinner more and more close in time).

The hero felt as if they were being (difficultly) lifted and put in what seemed to be a car? Well, the hero was sure mr. Sidekick was going to bring them to his superior so there was no need to worry or even look around, they were sure that they would be safe until they arrived to the destination.

The car took lots of turns and the villain sidekick drove for what seemed to be three hours.

The hero was impressed: even though the villain hideout was just 200 metres from the park the sidekick took all the possible precautions to make sure they couldn’t even guess where they were.

They’d have to report that to their husband during the ‘interrogation’.

The car stopped and the hero was again (difficulty) lifted and carried somewhere else.

The hero almost smiled to themselves thinking at how they could act in front of their husband.

Should they do the threat-flirty tone? Oh that would be wonderful!

Or maybe they should be bratty… that would do for a funny aftermath when they got home…

Oh! They just couldn’t decide! Well, they would just do whatever seemed most natural when they would see their husband!

The hero felt that they were being sat on a wooden chair and their arms and legs were being restrained with a rope.

The hero thought at themselves all the jokes they say to the villain once they got home.

Probably something like “Usually I wouldn’t say I’m a switch, but if you like using a rope on me that much I can do an exception~”

They internally laughed at that imagining their spouse’s reaction.

Once they were sure all the rope were secured (otherwise how could he make the jokes after this?) and that waited enough that for them to wake up wouldn’t be weird, they slowly opened their eyes.

And as soon they did that they paled.

This definitely wasn’t the villain’s hideout.

And those picture on the wall… all of those picture depicted them, the hero.

Some of them were normal photos that could be found on a newspaper, but most of them… they were photos of when the hero was younger, at their first missions and some of the photos even depicted their biological family with the hero.

All the photos with other heroes had the other heroes’s faces cut out or cancelled with something dark brown that looked like old blood.

The hero shivered at that but he shivered even more when they saw the villain’s sidekick.

His eyes were lit by a fire of craziness and idolatry.

The villain was right, their sidekick used to like them.

Well, maybe “used to” was more a “still do and he is probably not just a fan but someone who is obsessed with you”.

The sidekick opened their arms.

“Hero! I know this might seem weird, but I’m saving you from the villain. You see he wanted to kill you, but I decided to go against them for once and soooo I saved you! You just have to hide here until he stops searching for you, then I’ll release you” explained the sidekick.

That last part, originally a truth, was becoming more and more a lie the more the sidekick looked at the hero, tied up, on his favourite chair.

They just looked *too good*.

The hero tried to hold their discomfort.

They could survive this, they had to.

[unyandere]

How do requests work for you?

how specific or vague do you want a prompt to be?

Well, for the requests you can ask the generic Yandere you want to see unyanderized (like “can you unyandere a Yandere god?” Or something like that),

the generic reader you want to see in a story (like “hey can you write something with a reader who is really into medieval tortures?”)

or you can also ask for a specific pair-up Yandere-reader (like, I don’t know, a Yandere salesman x reader who really wants the salesman to join their cult)

If you want you can also ask for specific things about the situation or the Yandere you want to see.

I’m okay with anything really, only thing limit for the stories is don’t ask me to write incest or pedophilia, those two are just a big No from me when it comes to writing them.

Everything else, ask generic or not, I can totally write them. (Maybe it won’t be extremely good, but I’ll try my best)

Ps: requests might take a bit of time for me to write, but I’ll try to write them all

[unyandere]

you take requests or prompts?

Yes I do!

[unyandere]

Extremely unyandery master post

Yandere stalker getting weirded out by his darling

Yandere kidnapper x reader reads THAT kind of fanfiction

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Yandere villain x snarky reader who doesn’t mind dying

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Yandere clown x reader who committed war crimes

Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

Yandere bully x reader who uses Socratic irony

Yandere classmate x reader who secretly ships him with another classmate

Yandere killer x reader who is a theatre kid and can’t stop making musicals references

Yandere wizard x Gen Z reader who is a bit too much into zodiac signs

Yandere villain sidekick x hero secretly married to the villain

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Yandere prince x reader Who wants to recreate the Roman Empire

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[unyandere]

Yandere wizard x gen Z reader who is a bit too much into zodiac signs

From some ideas I had back in may

Tw: well ya know how it is, yanderish behaviour, magic I guess?, mention of zodiac signs, gen z behaviour, bad English

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He had been using hundreds and hundreds of spells just to spy on you and it had revealed to be useless: all you ever did was look at cards, listen to ten different horoscopes every day, look at shiny (fake) crystals and taking tests on the internet.

It almost looked as if you didn’t have anything better to do.

Still, even while doing nothing you were more beautiful than any painting from the Renessaince.

And, you believing in zodiac signs, would have made it a lot easier for him to convince you to leave your normal life and run away with him.

Maybe, by showing you he was magic, you would instantly fall for him and beg him to take you with him and marry you.

And he wouldn’t even have to kidnap you!

He grinned at this, it would be perfect.

And so one day he just appeared at your door, holding a shiny stone (like the one you liked so much) and hoping you’d open him the door.

He awaited.

And awaited.

Then he remembered he didn’t ring.

Rang.

You opened the door and got face to face to a guy who looked just a bit older than you, holding a beautiful amethyst.

You took the amethyst from him (thinking he was a postman) and closed the door in front of him.

He knocked on the door.

You opened again.

He looked at you.

You looked at him, he didn’t emanate good vibes… he kinda looked like a Gemini.

And you, obviously, despised Geminis.

They were the worsts, your ex was a Gemini, that was why the relationship had ended between you two… he was just soooo impulsive.

He took a long breath “Y/N, i am here-“

The fact that he knew your name gave you the ick, like totally.

But he made you rethink on your assumptions, maybe he was a Scorpio, Scorpio were sooo toxic.

“So, when were you born?” You asked looking at your nails, in total Aries behaviour.

He looked at you, puzzled.

“Why would that matter?” He asked.

Trust issues, you thought.

He must be a Capricorn.

“Were you born between the last days of December and the first days of January?” You asked taking a notebook out of nowhere.

He shook his head.

So he was not a Capricorn… maybe he was an Aries?

“Between March and April?” You asked again.

He stared at you “look, kiddo, that’s not import-“

You shut him up by putting your index on his mouth and Sssh-ing him.

“It’s a matter of utmost importance! I need to understand if I can trust you!” You yelled at him.

“I can tel-“ he started suggesting.

“Shut up! I need to guess it, duh! Were you born between November and December?” You questioned

He shook his head defeated.

But then a thought popped in his head.

He could show you some magic! That would make you shut up about that zodiac signs rubbish.

And so he conjured some energy in his hands and he created around him a sort of pyrotechnic colourful show so good that some of your neighbours noticed you and the wizard and took out their phones to take a video.

You stared at him.

That was such Gemini behaviour, so unpredictable.

He was surely a Gemini.

“You’re, like, a Gemini aren’t you?” You asked convinced to have gotten it right.

But he shook his head, again, while continuing the show with almost nonchalance, sad that you didn’t seem impressed.

So he stepped up his game, creating bigger, more colourful flames, creating animal shapes and beautiful stories.

That would surely amaze you!

But you were too focused thinking from what sign he could be from.

“YOU ARE A VIRGO!” you shouted.

He shook his head.

“A… Scorpio?” You asked.

He looked at you, puzzled, shook his head.

“TAURUS!” You yelled

He shook his head, almost feeling sad on how you were ignoring all he was doing.

Maybe he should have just kidnapped you, it wouldn’t have hurt his feelings so much.

But nooo… you had to continue asking.

“Erm… Cancer?” You asked, uncertain.

He didn’t look like someone from cancer.

And he shook his head, again.

“Then you must be a libra” you said.

He shook his head again.

“What?! Than… Aquarius?” You questioned, unconvinced.

Today really wasn’t your day.

He shook his head annoyed.

“I’M A LEO!” He shouted, annoyed.

You looked at him.

Disgusted.

“Oh, I see” you said forcing a smile as you closed the door in front of him.

You were incompatible with Leos, or at least, that’s what the horoscope said.

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Yandere killer x reader who is a Theatre Kid and CAN’T stop making musical references every two seconds

Tw: Theatre kid behaviour (I should know, I’m a theatre kid) songs from Hamilton, Epic:the musical, Six, Heaters, Ride the Ciclone (and maybe other musicals) mention

Maybe some musical references here and there but nothing too big

Other Tw: probably cringy, I feel bad for the Yandere, LOTS of bad English, oh dear you are not ready for this musicals references (I am not tagging the musicals fandoms, I feel like my silly goofiness is too overwhelming today)

Wanna read more unyandered works? Here’s the master post

You shot your photo aaaand… posted!

Now that you thought about it, this was your first post on insta, and it was a photo of you smiling in the theatre awaiting to see the play that would’ve started in just a few moments.

You almost couldn’t contain your excitement, buying the ticket had been a real struggle, but finally you would have been able to see THAT musical.

You were mumbling some of the songs from the musical you heard on Spotify, while trying to calm yourself down.

After a couple of seconds you heard a ping, a notification, from your phone.

The show would have started in less than 10 minutes, but looking at a notification wouldn’t take more than a couple of seconds.

Well, looking at the phone you noticed it was just your childhood friend liking your post.

You smiled at yourself.

On the other hand, your so called childhood friend was… well, he was certainly not well.

Tied up to a chair, beaten up and, oh lord, were those burn marks on his head?!

Yeah, he wasn’t exactly at his best.

But the guy in the same room as him, who, oh so casually, was smoking a cigarette, that so casually happened to be the cause of the burn marks, was someone that could be considered physically well, mentally… let’s just say his therapist had to see another therapist who also needed to see another therapist after that and so on.

The cigarette-smoking-guy was also in a good mood!

Talk about being lucky…

Why? Well, he just found that his muse, his everything, his sweetheart (who didn’t even know him but those are just flimsy details, aren’t they?) was pretty close to where he and his victim were and, on top of that, was oh so cutely looking at a play.

He didn’t really like plays, but if his sweetheart, his everything, his muse liked them… well he could stand to lose a few pounds hours.

Maybe… just maybe… after this job (extorting vital info for a particular company from your friend) (he was really keen on making your friend either disappear or become his accomplice in making you fall in love with himself), he could wash himself, dress up nicely and, maybe, meet you outside the theatre.

And, who knows, maybe he could… dine with you? Oh, how his mind rode off thinking of all the things you two could do together.

It took him ten minutes to recompose himself, ten minutes that he could have used to finish this job earlier.

He almost got angry with himself, but he stopped before: he didn’t have the time for that.

And so he looked at your friend.

“Sooo… how about you tell me those little secrets of yours, then you help me out with this one little-itty-bitty really legal thing and then, on an incredible note, I let you live?” He asked smiling at your friend.

Your friend sighed.

Three hours later you went out of the theatre, feeling refreshed and happy after seeing the whole play.

You knew you would sing those songs in repeat for the next three weeks.

But, as soon as you were outside you saw your childhood friend with… a guy in a black trench that looked like the outlet version of JD from Heaters.

Obviously, you went to your friend to greet them and tell them what a GREAT show you saw and give them a preview on how you would annoy them for the coming weeks.

They looked at you smiled (kinda forcefully?) and introduced to you their new friend telling you that “They were also musicals fans”.

To be honest, that was in no way true, he, the killer and kinda kidnapper on demand, hadn’t seen A musical in his whole life, he just knew some of the most famous titles.

But he did ask your friend to introduce him in a way you would want to talk to him.

And BOY DID THAT WORK.

You grabbed his wrist, your happy-neutral expression becoming more and more crazed-happy the more seconds passed.

“You..” you looked at him, eyes shining “You like musicals?!”

He slowly nodded (he was in an emotion between the most extreme happiness one can feel, the most fear one can feel and the most in love one can feel).

You stopped breathing for a moment.

“OMG! WHATSYOURFAVOURITEMUSICAL?WHATDOYOUSING?YOULOOKLIKEABASSBUTYAKNOWIDONTLIKETOMAKEASSUMPTIONS…DIDYOUSEETHISPLAY?DIDYOULIKETHELASTSONG?IDIDNTREALLYLIKEHOWTHEYEXCLUDEDTHECHORUSBUTICANUNDERSTANDTHESTORYREASONBEHINDITIMEANITOBVIOUSLYISAMETAPHORABOUTTHEPROTAGONISTBEINGABLETOBETHEMSELVESALONEWITHOUTTHENEEDOFANYONETELLINGTHEMWHATTHEYHAVETOBETOBEHAPPYBUTWHATDIDYOUTHINKABOUTTHISDECISION?” You asked, not so calmly.

He didn’t process the question, more precisely, while trying to understand what you were saying his brain went into overload, caused a crisis and collapsed on itself leaving him with one thought: her face was really cute.

“I like your head” he said, not being able to form a decent phrase.

You obviously took the reference (which technically wasn’t there) and laughed.

“Man, you Henry the VIII?” You joked.

He didn’t understand the joke, and neither did he remember anything about Henry the VIII apart from him being called the “Golden Prince” or something, so he thought you were looking at him and complimenting him on his looks.

And he totally had to return a compliment.

But then another person, a girl you knew from drama class, chimed in wanting to ask your thoughts on the play but she was stopped by him (who misinterpreted her wanting to come to you as her trying to attack you)

“Yo, you got a bone to pick?!” He asked her.

You and her looked at each other, then him, then each other again and you both, being both theatre kids obviously, smiled devishly.

“You’ve come so far why now are you pulling on my dick? I’d normally slap your face off, and everyone here could watch, but here’s some advice listen up” you both sang and then took a (extremely melodramatic) breath “BEEYOTCH”

And, yes, you both started little dancing together the choreography.

Nit doing it too much (cuz you know you were still in public) but doing it enough for your friend and mr. Killer and kidnapper on demand to see.

And he… he was confused.

What the hell did you two just do? Why did you two sing? Why were you both moving your hips? What did he say that made you two act like that.

“Why Lord-“ he started but as soon as he said that you two stopped looked at each other and attempted the last part of “The ballad of Jane Doe” (the part with the Why Lord) even though none of you were a soprano so what people heard were two chicken like voices schreeching and hurting everyone’s ears.

And now, now he was regretting his life choices, as he was cursing the fact that he was in love with you and not with, idk, a mentally stable and not socially awkward person.

“You are the-“ before he could even finish the sentence you two chances song, almost reading in each other’s mind with the typical telepathy ability that all theatre kids have once they sell their soul to the devil in exchange for the part they want to be casted as.

“-WORST KIND OF GOOD CAUSE YOU ARE NOT EVEN GREAT! A GREEK WHO REEKS OF FALSE RIGHTEOUSNESS THAT’S WHAT I HATE!!!” You and your drama class classmate sang as one voice as you both exchanged really full of pride stares to one another.

“I-I’m sorry” mumbled the Yandere “I will go to work”

And as soon as he said the word WORK, an ancient almost primal instinct woken up inside you and your classmate.

And you both started singing “The schuyler sisters” from Hamilton

And so, the Yandere pining over you just, quietly, walked away.

Traumatized and comforted by your friend who was also put at discomfort by your… peculiar antics.

[unyandere]

YANDERE CLASSMATE X READER WHO SECRETLY SHIPS HIM WITH ANOTHER CLASSMATE

Tw: bad English, not really good (sorry), shipping, kinda chaotic to be honest, people making assumptions

Want some more unyandering in your life? Here’s the MASTERPOST for you ✨✨

You were nomming at your pencil while looking at those two.

They were two of your classmates, two not too bad looking guys who just looked too close to be just friends.

When they arrived at school they held hands, during break they shared snacks and even during gym class they were always close, helping each other out.

There was only one reason for two guys to do such close contact activities without making weird comments, you thought: they must have been lovers.

For how much time, though, you did not know.

In the meanwhile one of the guys you were looking at was sweating, noticing your oh so lovely staring as he dreamed of you, who maybe were looking at him because of his handsomeness, maybe asking him out.

Well, at least he hoped you were looking at him, but you could also be looking at… that other guy.

He was only close to that guy because he offered the perfect cover for taking photos of you: he wasn’t too big so, whenever your Yandere wanted to take photos with you in the background, he just had to position his friend close to you and shoot the photo.

Obviously, it was hard being his friend, he was clingy, kinda annoying and always forgot his food so, to keep up the charade, your Yandere classmate always had to give him food, trinkets and whatnot.

But, if he was somehow an obstacle that your Yandere classmate had to overcome in order to get to you, well, let’s just say it wouldn’t be a problem to *dispose* of him… even eternally.

If possible, though, he would have preferred to not have to use such drastic measures.

One day, your Yandere classmate, still in doubt about your attraction to him or his “friend”, decided that he had to approach you.

He took his chance when he saw you searching for your pencil that had fallen under your desk.

He took the pencil, gave it to you and nonchalantly asked: “I often see you looking at my friend and me… Is there anything you wanted to ask to either of us?” He put the emphasis on ‘Me’ hoping to get asked out, but you just laughed.

“Oh yeah, I just wanted to say that you guys are really really cute together! But, if it’s not too personal, for how much time have you two been together?” You asked innocently with a bright smile.

Your Yandere classmate felt as if the world Collapsed on him…

You couldn’t be serious…

He tried to recompose himself and smiled forcefully.

“My… what now? We are just friends!” He exclaimed, fake laughing.

“Oh come on, man!” You patted him on his shoulder “I know what you are, ya can’t lie to me!”

In his head, your Yandere classmate was just… kinda desperate.

This was way worse than you having a crush on his friend.

“No, really, I’m not into him!” He said as He tried to explain himself.

You smiled at him, trying to look as trustworthy as possible.

“You don’t have to pretend to be straight with me, man! I’m not homophobic or anything like that!” You tried to confort him “I really really support your relationship with him! If you need anyone to talk to if you have… ya know… problems with other people laughing at you… just come to me! I’ll mess them up so badly they will never dare to look at you or your partner again!”

Now, your Yandere classmate would be kinda touched by your being a really decent human being if it wasn’t that you were kinda very wrong.

Like, extremely wrong.

Like, you couldn’t be further from the truth.

So, he looked at you, showed a pained smile and said “You got it wrong… he is not my partner…”

And so you launched him THE STARE.

“He is… your side-chick, no… that’s for girls… side-buddy?” You asked, kinda shocked.

Your Yandere Classmate was losing hope in all of humanity the more you spoke.

He sighed “no, no he isn’t my side-buddy… I am in no way in love with him, to be more honest, I would prefer to eat a thousand ghost chilly peppers while drinking hot sauce in a Mexican restaurant than to even share a single kiss with him”

You looked at him “Damn man, I know you kinda look like you are in the closet, and the closet is made of see trough glass, but you don’t have to mask your love so much! I already told you! I accept you and your partner and I will do my best to help you two to have a long peaceful and happy relationship with no homophobes able to annoy you two lovebirds!”

He sighed and looked at you “I don’t love him, I love you”

You laughed at him and patted him on his shoulder “sure thing pal… oh wait! You need someone to act as you “cover”?! Oh yeah that must be what you’re asking me! And my answer is ‘Sure thing man’! Anything to help you two lovebirds to get together!”

He blinked at you, confused “my… “cover”?” He repeated slowly.

You nodded at him while laughing “yeah, your cover! So that you can fake having a girlfriend while being able to date your prince in shining armour, and your parents won’t suspect a thing!”

At that point, he just… kinda gave up on making you think he wasn’t in love with his friend.

There was no way you’d ever believe him and so he accepted the “cover girlfriend thingy”.

[unyandere]

Alrighty so I’m kinda in the mood for writing BUUUUUUUT… idk what to write first so you must vote!

[unyandere]

requests open?

Yeah sure, requests are open but during the last weeks I’ve had some problems and I was and still am quite busy so, while I’ll try to read and answer to all the requests, I’m not sure of how much time it will take me to write and publish the answer.

I don’t really have rules for requests, but for now I won’t write any nsfw (but I might do that in the future, idk) and I’m not comfortable with anything that involves incest.

You can also just ask for the Yandere you want to see unyanderized if you wish to.

[unyandere]

Yandere bully x reader who uses Socratic irony

Tw: use of Socratic Irony, gaslighting (?), bulling (attempts), Yanderish tendencies (but like not soo strong), bad English

I don’t wanna explain briefly Socratic Irony, so, if you want to understand what it is, who used it (spoiler: Socrates), how it works and how it was applied,… I’ll leave it to you to discover.

And for more unyandered Yanderes look at the MASTERPOST

He awaited for you at the entrance of the school, trying to think of a new insult.

He already picked on you for being a loner, a nerd, a creepy library person who always read stupid ancient books or something like that,… He didn’t have any more adjectives or ways of describing your “bad” traits.

Maybe he should have gotten more physical and more prone to “use” you for his needs… He shook his head, it was too soon. For now he’d have fun teasing you until you finally lost your temper giving him a reason to put you against a locker, make you feel his breath on your throat and hit you until you were a crying mess just because of him and him alone, maybe after that you would do everything he says, you would become his daring partner, would stay at home and do everything for him and never see anyone else,… Not like you had any friend with which you could cheat on him.

He saw you approaching the school with your bag and books, you had… what was that book? The bully tried to see the title from afar but he couldn’t make out the words, he only saw the author. Plato.

“Hey, what’cha got there idiot?” He said, approaching you and taking the book from your hands.

“Now now, while I am definitely not an expert in Idiotology , while you might be, I am not convinced by your theory” you answered.

“My… theory?” He repeated, confused.

“That I am an idiot. I don’t believe I fit into the characteristics needed in a person to be an idiot” you explain.

“Why?” He asks.

“Would you describe what an idiot is to me?” You demand.

“You are an idiot, the other students are idiots, most teachers in this school are idiots,… is that enough?” He answers, a bit annoyed.

“I’m sorry I didn’t make a precise question, I mean, what are the characteristics needed in a idiot” you explain.

“Uuuuh… Being stupid-“ he starts saying

“But what does being stupid mean? Is knowing things what makes people not stupid or is being wise what differentiates a stupid from a normal person? Would you say I’m stupid? We should know more or less the same amount of things since we go to the same school and we are in the same year” you say interrupting him

“I… Uuuh… W-whatever nerd” he mumbles perplexed

“What’s a nerd in your opinion?” You ask

“I… A nerd is a loser” he answers trying to make you shut up

“What does being a loser mean? Is staying alone a loser thing?” You continue to question, making him pretty much desperate.

“Uuuh… yeah, being a loner is a total nerd thing” he answers.

“But being able to stand a life of loneliness isn’t a brave choice? After all ermits get praised for living alone… Being able to stay alone means that someone is enough for themselves, which means they love themselves and loving ourselves isn’t the first step into loving others?” You continue to ask

“…I mean, kinda?” He answers unconvincingly.

“So doesn’t it mean that nerd are the ones who love the most?” You continue to ask.

“I… I guess” he answers.

“But aren’t lovers the happiest people on earth?” You ask.

He thinks at himself in love with you.

“I suppose” he answers.

“And aren’t happy people winning in their life?” You ask.

“Yeah, duh” he answers.

“So… couldn’t we say that nerds are winners and we should all aspire to become nerds since nerds reach happiness?” You ask.

He nods convinced.

Then he stops, realising in what he agreed.

“Wait… what?”

[unyandere]

Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

Tw: plants (the poisonous ones), mention of killing and murder, curses, yanderish behaviour (both me and you know that’s not the most triggering over here), bad English I guess, reader is… uh… like those little kids who love to tell people how they would be able to kill them in extreme detail for no reason whatsoever

In need of more unhinged parodic stories? Check out the MASTERPOST ✨✨✨

At school you were more or less a loner, no friends, teachers always forgot your name, are your lunch alone,… Yeah, you spent most of your time at school inside the library, reading books about murders and poisons.

Poisonous plants and animals had always been one of your many passions and the librarian, knowing you as well as your mother had known you, always kept some new books about plants and animals for you.

One day as you were reading about the atropine contained inside many plants and its uses you caught the eye of one of the school’s top football players.

At first he came up to you, sat beside you and looked at you while you were reading.

He was hypnotised by your beauty, your elegant movements, your oh so cute shyness,… As he set his eyes on you he decided you two would have some fun together.

“Hey hun~ Wanna… ya know?” He said pointing at one of the doors that lead to a utility room.

You lifted your eyes from the book and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Getting inside a small room with someone you don’t really know just because of an high libido is one of the most common ways to get killed” you answered looking at him coldly

“And how would you kill me? You don’t look like someone with muscles~ You don’t really look like someone who could beat me up~” he said walking behind you and grabbing one of your arms.

“There are countless ways in which you could get killed without the use of muscles” you answered jerking your arm away.

He got closer to you, he sniffed your hair and touched your neck.

“Reeeally? And how would you kill me?” He said smiling at you, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your face up to him.

“Well I could poison you with berries by putting one berry in my mounts and slipping it into yours during a kiss, I could put some rhododendron leaves in my pocket and scratch your skin as you get close giving you some of the nastiest infections, I could put some hemlock in my hands, cup my hand above your nose, make you breath some hemlock and kill you slowly and painfully,… and these are just some examples of how I could, and would, kill you” you answered briefly.

The jock looked at you in the eyes, for a moment his smile disappeared and he stepped back a little.

But just as soon as you thought he’d finally leave you alone to read, his smile reappeared and he got as close as he was before.

“Well, couldn’t I kill you in just as many ways with my hands?” He whispered in your ear smiling at the thought of you under him asking for help.

“While the answer is yes, you would definitely get in prison for that because of the signs on me and everyone being able to testimony that you were with me at the time of my death making you the prime suspect, while I, killing your with poison, will not become the prime suspect because most poisons take time to start showing their signs and kill people so you would be able to meet more people before dying making them the prime suspect for your death instead of me” you explained crushing his dreams.

The jock smiled at you taking again a little step back.

“I… see” he mumbled trying to keep up his smile and think of something to answer you.

“But what if I… erm… didn’t care about going to jail?” He asked whispering, getting close to you again (to your dismay) and sniffing your beautiful hair thinking of you, scared, doing whatever he asked you.

“Well, you would be quite stupid! Getting to jail is no joke, you will have a much harder time finding a job after you get out of jail!” You answer apathetically.

“Then, why would you risk your carrier to kill me? Am I more important then your future?” He asked again smiling while touching you thinking of you giving up your whole life for him made him quite excited.

“No, I just know I wouldn’t get caught… I know what errors killers usually make, I just have to avoid those and I’ll be able to do whatever I want” you explained again.

You were starting to get on his nerves, if your cute face didn’t make up for it he would’ve already beaten you up.

“I see… And what if I force you to come with me, without killing you, and see me play a game just for you?” He said expecting some more scared response to that.

“I’d ask for a restraining order against you” you answered with a plain pretty apathetic voice.

“Yeah but what if-“ he was going to ask but you got up and walked out of the library leaving him alone.

[unyandere]

Yandere clown x reader who did war crimes

Tw: war crimes, yanderish behaviour, misunderstandings (in the somehow good way), detailed description of a crime.

Do you want to read more *peculiar* unyandere stories? Here comes to the rescue the masterpost

Yandere clown Who was having a bit of a bad day, his performance that morning was worse than usual and his tricks didn’t seem to amuse the public anymore, he was still the star of the circus, but he was already thinking of leaving the circus, but then he saw you with the circus’s director, talking about getting a job in the circus, possibly as an acrobat or as a mage since you knew lots of “Amazing” tricks.

It was love at first sight, your beautiful hair, your perfect angelic face and that voice of yours… it seemed sooo perfect.

The director said that he’s have to think about that for a day or two and asked you to come back on the last day the circus was in town to get your answer.

As soon as you got out the Yandere clown approached the director and asked him to make you join.

The director was a bit hesitant at first, saying something about you being known for your violence and unpredictability, but gave in after the clown threatened to leave the circus if the director didn’t make you join. To be fair he was willing to do something much worse if the director said no…

So … you got the job! You were an acrobat that performed just after the clown’s performance, sometimes even performing with him during his act.

You two worked really well together creating amusing performances for the public.

After most shows you two went out eating some food.

“So what did you use to do before becoming a clown?” You asked one time while eating lunch, spending time with the clown wasn’t bad, he seemed like a pretty cool and trustworthy guy and while you didn’t really care about his private life you liked to engage in conversations with him.

“Accountant, and you?” The clown on the other hand was really curious about your past, he still remembered what the director said before employing you.

“Ah! I did all kinds of things, but I never got a real job!” You were still a bit uncertain if the clown could be trusted with those info.

“Like what?” He asked smirking, expecting something about gangs or maybe drugs.

“I did kill a couple of guys, a former boss of a cartel, a couple of gangs and some things like that,…” you said with non-chalance.

The clown thought you were joking, there was no way someone as cute as you could ever harm someone, you looked so weak and defenceless!

“Oh, really? You strangled him with your little itty-bitty arms?” He asked sarcastically.

Unfortunately, you didn’t get the sarcasm.

“Oh no, that would have been inefficient, I used some nightshade berries, did you know that those berries contain lots of atropine? Just a couple of them can kill a grown man in a matter of minutes, and while it can be traced most people mistake nightshade poisoning with other types of poisons and give useless antidotes giving time to the poison to kill the victim. And if you mix the berries in a box full of blue berries an unsuspecting individual could mistakenly eat even more than a couple of them!” You explained.

Now, to say that the clown was a bit shocked was an understatement: he didn’t know you were this good at making jokes! He almost believed you killed a guy with poison, but you were so harmless and innocent, you were obviously joking!

“I see~ I didn’t know you were so good at making jokes!” He said winking at you.

You mistook his winking as a way of telling you he’d keep the secret. So you decided to tell him a bit more about your past.

“You know those weren’t the only thing I did” you said looking at him.

“Oh, really?” He said expecting another joke.

“Yeah, you know the so called Ghost massacre? I was the one behind it!” You said waiting for his reaction.

The clown laughed.

“You mean the one in which all those people were crucified in a square?” He asked, looking at you with a smile.

You both had a twisted humor, he thought, it was fate that made you two meet.

“Yeah, do you know how difficult it is to kill so many people, to build some good crosses, put them in a square without anyone noticing and bringing the people on the damn crosses?! My whole body hurt so bad for two weeks!” You commented remembering the pain you felt at that time, you had to come up with a good excuse, but your doctor pretty much believed everything you said.

“Oh my! Then next time I’ll help you carry your crosses! How does it sound?” Jest the clown, taking your last joke as the proof that you were made for him, who else but his soulmate could have such a similar humor to his!

On the other hand you took his joke as a promise.

You thought he said that he’d help you with your crimes and you were sooo thrilled at the idea.

Your hands missed the feeling of putting poison in a cup to get your victims.

And so your strange relationship started.

A clown convinced of being with someone as funny as him and a (probably) war criminal convinced of having a loyal accomplice.

[unyandere]

Yapril of yanderes

1: Yandere clown x reader who has committed multiple war crimes

2: Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

3: Yandere bully x reader who loves Socratic Irony and uses it

4: Yandere cult leader x reader that created in secret a big international pyramid scheme

5: yandere CEO x material girl reader

6: yandere hacker x 4 chan user and LOL player reader

7: yandere hero x reader who ships the hero with his nemesis and writes lots of fanfictions about it

8: Yandere Prince x reader who got close to the Prince just to try to Rizz his mother

9: Yandere demon x university student reader who needs him to babysit their little sister while they study for exams

10: Yandere Wizard x reader who is really into zodiac signs

11: Yandere Vampire x reader that speaks similarly to jujutsu kaisen’s fans when they talk about what they’d do to Gojo or Tojo or Nanami (etc)

12: yandere idol x reader who reads THE wattpad fanfics

13: yandere gang leader x reader who wants to create the ideal platonic state

14: yandere co-worker x reader with steel work ethic

15: yandere rich classmate x reader who loves to eat good food but is broke af

[unyandere]

Yandere villain x snarky reader who doesn’t mind dying- pt.2

Tw: some sass, insults, swearing, threats, possible ur mom jokes, bad English

For all the people who voted the other options during the poll: everything on the poll will be written in the near or not so near future, probably

Part 1

Masterpost

After three days of yelling “LALALALALALALA” to shut up the villain your throat hurts like hell and you can’t talk.

“Well, sweetheart, not so noisy now, are we?” He asks mockingly after you gradually stop shouting at him.

You give him a middle finger.

“What do you mean by that? Why don’t you tell me loud and clear what you mean, hun~?” He asks sarcastically feigning an innocent expression.

Saying that you want to kick him in the face is an understatement, if only you weren’t handcuffed you would have already killed him.

“My oh my, sweety, what’s with that grumpy face? Turn that expression upside down unless you want something to happen” he orders with an happy voice.

You just raise your eyebrows at the threat and prepare yourself to kick him if he gets closer.

“Wooow, I’m So sCaRed! WhAt wIlL I dO If sHe kIcKs mEee?” He says mockingly “now, honey, turn that grumpiness into happiness unless you want to experience some baaad 10 minutes”

He gets closer than he was before, but he’s still out of reach for your legs when he takes something from one of his pockets, you can’t see what he’s holding, tough.

“Now, babe, this is your last warning: stay grumpy and your gonna regret it” he says and activates the thing he had in his hand.

You can see some fire come out of whatever-it-was-he-was-holding-in-his-hand and pale a bit, your head is spinning while trying to come up with the best thing to do: changing your expression means losing to him, which means that he will use this method every time he wants something from you, but not complying with his request will get you hurt and it’s such a small thing you need to do, wouldn’t it be a shame to ruin your body just to win against him? But, if you do win against him during this quarrel he might not bother you again, since he’ll never convince you to do anything!

So… yeah you mess with him and get even grumpier, while giving him a ✨ triple middle finger ✨ (there are tutorials on how to do that on Youtube) .

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be? Well, hun, you brought it upon yourself” he says, shrugging and holds the thing he has in his hand, you can now see that it’s a pretty big lighter.

He gets closer and closer, until he’s just centimetres far from your legs reach.

He takes the lighter and throws it on you.

You do your best to try not to show how scared you are, but it’s a pretty difficult task when you and your clothes are fucking burning

You shake and get the lighter off yourself, but your clothes are still burning and you don’t have anything to stop the fire, I mean, you do try to spit on the clothes, but it doesn’t seem to be working at all.

So… You just give up at the fact that you’ll die because of your clothes on fire… there are worse deaths, that’s for sure. You think of smiling, but don’t, you don’t want to give him this satisfaction.

You had already accepted your fate when the Villain just dumps some smelly water over you.

“What, sweetheart, you thought I’d just let you die?” He asks smiling at you like nothing happened.

You blink at him, trying to understand what just happened, and decide to give the finger to him, just to be sure you “voice” your thoughts.

“Wooow, how original!” He answers sarcastically in return.

So you decide to tell him “I fucked ur mom last night” with the ASL (American Sign Language) that you learnt as a kid to talk with a friend of yours.

The Villain just looks at you with a puzzled expression and then takes out his (really old) IPhone 4 and starts tapping something on it.

He then looks at you.

“Can you please redo the signs you did before, hun?” He asks with the phone in his hand.

You give him a classical, but still effective, middle finger.

“…Fuck you too, hun… Fuck you too…” he says, just giving up on translating what you signed.

You decide that from now on you’ll use the ASL more, just to piss him off.

You are sure that when you’ll be able to escape from here the first person you’ll be visiting will be your deaf friend and you’ll thank them from the bottom of your heart.

But to do that, you’ll have to think of a plan to escape or to get the hero to come here to rescue you.