Ikkie

Honk

[bigmaniso]

Hold my hand, I don't want to lose you in the leaves.

Callen(oc) x gn reader.

yooo!! title and idea is from a song, super goated by the way. i miss autumn :(

The wind flows gently through the trees, bristling the autumn colored leaves. They fall like the world is holding its breath.

You step carefully over a patch of damp terrain, shoes pressing into the soft ground. The air smells like rain that was held in the sky for far too long, in a comforting, calming sense.

And beside you, Callen. Quiet, and in thought. Callen, in a sweater too big in the sleeves with a nerdy print and eyes that never quite settle on one specific area of the forest. He lifts up his hand towards you.

“Hold my hand.”

His voice is low and careful, like saying it too loud might shatter something delicate between you.

“I don’t want to lose you in the leaves.”

You almost laugh, it’s a silly fear, right? you’ve walked this path together nearly a hundred times by now.

But there’s something in the way that he looks at you. Something fragile in his eyes makes you still.

Like they mean more than just the woods.

You reach out. Fingers brushing before you take his hand, fingers lacing slow.

“I’m not going anywhere”

And you don’t let go, you don't dare.

[bigmaniso]

The Silhouette

hallucination x gn reader

CW: themes of isolation, self-deprecating thoughts, harsh terms being used towards the reader, hints towards shitty parents, sorry if i missed anything.

this is my uhh first time every posting my writing online, sorry if its not great, aint really meant to be. everything i write comes from random thoughts i have at ungodly hours of the night.

“Poor thing.”

You hear it before you see it. You hear its voice. It sounds like metal crushing and tires screeching. It sounds like it’s behind your teeth. In your ribs.

“All alone in this pretty grave you call a room.”

a beat passes before you speak.

“Are you real?”

The question lingers in the air, pointed towards a tall lurking figure. made seemingly out of black scribbles, looking like a drawing straight out of a edgy middle schoolers sketchbook.

“Does it matter?”

It chuckles, and those words leave a strange feeling inside your lungs. something sticky, something dreadful.

“You see me. I see you.”

The creature tips its head back slightly, as if smiling.

“And I believe ill be the only one seeing you for a quite a bit. You rot away in this room, isolating yourself from everyone outside. It’s pathetic, i love it.”

The tension in the room thickens, you turn your head to finally face the creature. it seems to become pleased.

“You look disgusting. I don’t think anyone else even wants to see you.”

Your head falls with shame, eyes glancing at the floor. It’s right, you know it. Cooped up in your room for weeks on end, no contact with anyone for even longer.

“I know.”

The creature takes careful steps forward, making its way to your desk. As it steps out from the doorway it reveals a pointy tail. Cute.

“Don’t be ashamed. I can make you all better. You don’t even have to do anything. Just.. Just listen to me. Listen and obey.”

The condescending tone it uses lights something within you.

“I don’t-.. I don’t need fixing.”

You glare up at what you hope is its eyes, your tone full of venom.

“Is that so?”

It leans over your shoulder, staring at the various diary entries that sit on your desk. A long inky finger points at your most recent one. It contains your thoughts about your parents, what they did, how they treated you. The creature hums with curiosity.

“You hate them, don’t you? Well, I know you do. I know everything. Does that scare you?”

“You already know the answer.”

“I know you better than they ever did.”

a whisper of a chill graces your nape, its voice persuasive.

“They all wanted the pretty parts, the presentable ones.. I want whats left. The ruin, the debris, the scraps.. I’ll make you better again, make you perfect.”

Its hand moves from the desk, grasping the back of your chair. You feel it now. Not a hand, not a mouth, but a presence.

“I want the person who whispers horrible things to themselves when the lights go out. I want the parts you threw away before you even knew you had them. I want whats real.”

[nikkieya]

someone please yell at me to continue writing, I keep getting distracted playing roblox

[nikkieya]

contains: gn reader, male yandere gangster, yan punching darling once and have a perverted thought about them.

‘ugh.... fuck. does he seriously need to fight me, right now?' [NAME] thought to themselves as they rub their temple, hoping to soothe his headache and fever. Before they could collect themself, they felt a punch to their stomach– causing then to groan in pain and fall onto the ground.

”Hey, hey what’s this? The almighty [NAME] fell with just a punch?” The gangster mocked, as he scanned [NAME]’s figure. He noticed how the [short/medium/long] haired person was sweating, breathing heavily, and how their face was flushed red. Which makes them more unintentionally seductive in his eyes.

When the gangster made the connection that [NAME] had a fever, a sinister smirk appeared on his face. “Well well well, looks like THE [NAME] might be a little out of it today”

He walked closer, and closer to the person on the ground before bringing his hand to grab their jaw. “Who would’ve thought that you’d look so so cute like this.” His tone was mocking, his annoying signature smirk stuck on his face. What [NAME] didn’t know was what kind of things the gangster was thinking.

‘CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTE CUTEEEEEEEEEE CUTE AND HOT HOLY SHIT HOW CAN SOMEONE BE SO CUTE AND HOT AT THE SAME TIME WHILE THEY’RE SICK??? FUCKKKKKKKKKK THIS IS GOING TO KILL ME!!! WHY AREN'T THEY SAYING ANYTHING??!! SAY SOMETHING DAMN IT!! TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR MY DECREASING SANITY AND MY BONER.’

The man narrowed his eyes before letting out a scoff and carrying the ill person in his arms. “What the fuck?! Hey, put me down!” [NAME] protested, but the man carrying them immediately shuts them off. “Shut up! I’m taking you home with me.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Spencer [Former Gang Leader Yan] silently losing his shit as the shy, scrawny kid he used to protect in high school joins the gym he frequents - now a spry, athletic machine of a person who could probably bench press him if they tried-

"Spencer?! Is that really you? What have I been up to all these years? Well, right around the time school ended I realized you couldn't protect me forever so I started working out in secret- Not too shabby am I?"

Truth be told, Spencer was crushing hard on them way back when as well. Between school, outings with his boys, and the headache that was life living with his family - he never found the appropriate time to address those feelings. He always wanted to keep in touch, but simply lost tract of time.

Now that he's free from majority of those burdens and that sweet, timid classmate that flourished so much in these few short years that puppy crush hits him like a brick to the skull - budding into a love so passionate and raw he'd never feel the same way about anyone again.

Darling doesn't need his protection anymore- That must is clear. But wouldn't it be nice to still be someone they depended on? Their shoulder to cry on. The one to escort them safely home every night. Hell, just being there to spot them at the gym. Anything to become a constant presence in their life - gradually building up to the day he can do what he should've done years ago by confessing his undying love to them-

"Hey, Spencer? Have you seen my towel anywhere? Could've sworn I left it on the bench right there-"

"Aha- Sorry, Bee. Can't say that I have. Happy to stick around to help you look if you need-"

"....Isn't that it hanging out of your bag??"

-If he doesn't make a complete fool of himself before then.

[suiana]

Can you do some yandare android headcanons? :3

Yandere! Android who's the caretaker of your lovely little home. It's 2100 and the future is now! Technology has advanced to the point where almost everything is digitalized, and every household comes with an android companion. That includes your house. Your very own android companion that's fully customized to your liking.

Not that you mind of course, your loving android companion is absolutely amazing. Has been and always will.

Cooking warm meals for you to come home to, cleaning the house when you're too tired to, massaging your aching shoulders whilst allowing you to soak your feet in a basin of warm water...

He's amazing. Perfect.

Not once has he asked you for anything. Gifts, presents, nothing. It's a bit weird, but not uncommon. Androids serve humans after all. Spoiling them with gifts isn't something most people do.

"Welcome home."

He greets you with that tender smile of his. Gently taking your bags from your hands as he sets a fresh pair of in house slippers on the floor. Tired. How his heart aches for you. Well, he doesn't really have one but like, you get what I mean.

"Should I heat up the dinner for you? Or would you like a bath first?"

Silence.

He tilts his head, eye sensors going into overdrive at your lack of response. Huh? You usually don't leave him hanging like this. When he turns to face you, you're laying on the couch with your eyes shut.

What's wrong with you? Sick? No, his internal sensors aren't saying that. You're... Tired.

Tired.

"...Is it that job again?"

"You already know."

You grumble into the pillow, frowning softly before exhaling into the cushion. Damn, you wish your bosses wouldeat their own ass. How could they throw all that work onto you at such a late notice?

If only you had a reason to quit.

"My master, you should leave that job. It is harmful to your health, my sensors are always on alert each time you return home."

You only grunt in response, not reacting when he begins massaging the knots in your upper body. So good, his hands just know how to take care of your body. You know you can always count on him.

Count on him...

Then, you freeze. His hands grip your skin hard and you feel something creeping up your spine. Huh, is it just you or did the atmosphere just change? It suddenly feels... Cold.

"Master, you work too hard."

"Stop massaging me-"

"Do you know how much that hurts me?"

You can't resist him as he holds your wrists down, restraining you against the couch. Shit, shit, shit! What is he doing? Did he malfunction?

"Android, turn off!"

But he doesn't listen.

"As your caretaker, I am tasked with ensuring you are well cared for and in the healthiest state." His bionic eyes shift to yours, face a calm look before his grip gentles. Soft, caring. "Therefore, I will make sure you recover your energy before allowing you to leave this house again."

You want to understand where he's coming from. You really do. Especially with how soft he's holding you, how he's holding you like he usually does. But that look in his eyes, his tone - it's wrong.

This isn't him.

"Power off! I said power off!"

Ignored again. Your heart races in your chest, mouth drying up. It's like he's not even listening! Like...

"My system has a feature that allows me to bypass your commands, master."

He smiles again, tilting his head with an almost uncanny feel. You know, he's got to thank you for that. No matter how human he acts, he's still an android. A creation made by humans. You forget that, you always do.

"It's my job to make sure you're well rested. Don't worry, I'll make sure you'll never want to leave for that job again."

[heartfullofleeches]

Forest Ranger Darling who in hours of total boredom gifts names to the horrors of the forest - hopelessly yearning to make their favorite human a permanent staple in their home.

That eerie glowing tent that smells like decaying meat laced with the sweet smell of fresh rain... and cinnamon? -

"Yeah, that's just Davey in there. Great guy if you can ignore the screams right before dawn. Always has an extra flashlight and snacks for me. Found a note of a heart drawn with ketchup in a bag of gummy worms they gave me. Think it was ketchup anyway."

The woman in the trees who speaks solely in bird calls? Least, Ranger thinks she's a woman - it's hard to get a good look at her with all those feathers in the way-

"Oh, you've met Robin? Funny lady. I picked up lessons on bird songs which she seems to be pretty happy about. She stole an extra pair of socks I had in my car which I found in this huuuuge nest last week. Not too sure what that means."

That rabbit-deer looking guy who's taken over that old museum in the heart of the woods?

"Buck. He leaves little nicknacks from the gift shop around for me to find. Funnily enough, the trail always leads me deeper into the woods where the higher ups tell me not to go."

Maybe souls in that place have lost their names from their lives before - others never had titles to begin with beyond the cruel monikers thrust onto them by other mortals. It brings solace to the nameless - many of whom would kill to give Ranger the mark of being their mate.

[heartfullofleeches]

Sweetie Darlings and their scary ass Fem Yans have my whole heart.

Kind Darling and the hell spawn who claimed them as her prize. Half of her face is gone, can barely see out of the eye she has left - still manages to put the fear of God into anyone she's able to maintain eye contact with long enough. Built like an ox, picks up her Darling by their collar like a kitten. Can and will pop a man's skull like a grape. Darling being peak thembo acting like there's nothing out of the ordinary-

"This is my wife- We aren't married yet, but she gets sad if I call her my girlfriend."

"I am not your friend. I am your protector and life partner. You will call me by the title fit for my role."

"Haha, anyway- She's a total sweetheart once you get to know her! Just... try not to look her in the eye for more than about.... ten seconds. She hates that. Oh!- And what whatever you do - do not give me compliments. She's still learning how to sweet talk me and gets extremely jealous when others do it better-"

"Approach my mate and I will use your spinal bones to clean my teeth. I use the skull of the last person to rest me as a foot rest."

"She's joking!"

"Comedy is beyond my realm of understanding. I am dead serious."

Darling probably calls her cute pet names like "Princess" or "Angel" like the scary dog incarnation she is.

[urprettylildoe]

tw: yandere, stalking.

oddly, you always feel like beneath this simple, quiet life you've led, there have always been eyes on you.

in the shower, in bed, reading in the living room — it's become too much. anyone and everyone you confided in owned it up to delusions, along the way you believed it too.

well, until tonight.

the portrait that came with the apartment you rented for a low price (pure luck!) stared back at you, as you were cleaning everything. carefully, slowly, you plant your hands into its sides and lower it. a gust of dust rushes into your nostils, and once it clears, you look up.

a tunnel.

why is there a tunnel in your home?

and like curiosity didn't kill the cat, you find yourself crawling inside. no worries, perhaps this is all some weird lucid dream—

your face stares back at you.

there's a tight noose around your throat. this...why...?

pictures of you, thousands of them, litter the dark walls of this room and you feel your heart drop with each heart on your name. every moment of your life is delicately framed and hung. cameras in your shower head, above your bed directly, in your living room. little openings for a live view.

and the name carved next to yours tells you about everything and nothing all at once.

no, you can't breathe, you can't.

"such a clever thing you are, hm, baby?"

that voice. that terrible, raspy voice that held an undertone of peculiar amusement as the keys were handed to you three months ago, accompanied by warm, loving hands.

your landlord.

you start to doubt the 'luck' that propelled you to walking into the wolf's den.

[blackhearteddoll-deactivated202]

yandere!bf who's obsessed with the thought of you being a yandere

tags: gn!reader x yan!bf, cheating mentioned

"I was gone for six minutes. I told you I'd be gone for five. You're not gonna ask me what happened during that one minute?"

You glance up from your phone with a puzzled look. "No?"

He huffs angrily and slams your bag of chips on your table. "The vending machine is right around the corner. You're not gonna ask me why I took so long? Who I was talking to?"

"You don't have to wait for me to ask," you say as you obnoxiously bite into a chip without a care in the world. "You can just tell me if you want. Who'd you run into?"

"No one."

"Then why did you ask me to ask you...?"

He huffs again, eyes furrowed like a petulant child. "Forget it."

You roll your eyes and keep eating. But this is only the beginning of his shenanigans; seemingly, he is obsessed with the idea of you being obsessed with him.

At first they're little things here and there. For instance, changes to his appearance -- one day he randomly shows up with a brand new haircut. Admittedly it suits him quite well.

"You like it?" He sticks his tongue out. "Well, it's not for you."

Who the hell else could it be for?

You bite your cheeks and ignore his efforts, but he knows exactly which of your buttons to press. All of the sudden he's constantly on his phone. During dinnertimes, he ignores you and giggles at something on his screen (of course, frequently glancing up to make sure you're still watching). Even in bed he's texting someone with a bright smile.

Who could it possibly be?

It's toxic to look through your partner's device, but you convince yourself to make an exception this one time. Yes. It's okay. Just this once.

When he's sleeping, you pull his phone out from underneath his pillow and hold it in your hand like a hot potato.

Now if only you could figure out his password...

Tentatively you type in your birthday, expecting the "Incorrect password!" sign to flash up, but to your surprise, you're in. You glance back at him to make sure he's sleeping -- and he is, a little too perfectly, to be frank -- and hover your thumb over the little Messages icon.

No, you shouldn't do this. You shouldn't violate his privacy like that.

You lock the screen again and put it back under his pillow, internally reminding yourself to be less paranoid. Of course he'd never cheat. You trust him, don't you?

You tuck yourself back under the covers and shut your eyes. Unbeknownst to you, he's angrily glaring at you in the dark. Do you not care about him? Why aren't you being all... possessive and needy? What else does he have to do to push you over the edge?

inspired by @samisverycool's yandere prompts

[screeblees]

Yandere ! Friend x Reader Headcanons

Aaaaah this is my first time posting what I write here, even if it’s just headcannons omg akjfksnk

I’ve also wrote a domestic scenario about moving in with Yandere! Friend as they convince you to be together, here !

Find my Masterlist here !

Please enjoy!! <33

❥ Yandere ! Friend who you’ve known for longer than anyone else. They have been with you so long that a time before them is quite faded in memory.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who has revolved their entire life around you; past, present and future. They have lied omitted things from their past, stretched truths to be a little more fitting for your view of them, are constantly doing everything they can to be with you at any given opportunity (and push others away). They have chosen the same subjects/classes/lectures as you and shall apply for jobs in the same places and universities as you, all to ensure you’re never too far away from them. If they happen to move house to right across the street in view of your bedroom window and have become an expert in all your interests and excel in your shared classes, that’s just lucky for you, isn’t it?

❥ Yandere ! Friend who knows just what to say to you to get rid of anyone they perceive as coming between you. They know just how to phrase their words, beginning with a light-hearted joke that is said maybe a little too often, until their tone becomes more serious and pressing. Or maybe they overexaggerate instances, trusting your terrible memory and unquestioning trust in them to turn you again their target.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who has little need for violence as their words stab like perfect weapons against their opponent. They are perfectly charismatic when needed and once they have you within their grasp, all they need to do is whisper in your ear to turn you against their perceived rival. Efficiently spreading rumours and stretched truths and using the natural gossip train to spread their effects.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who despite having little need for violence, still has the capabilities for it. Growing stronger so whilst it hurts to be away from you, they know they are still doing something that will help you, as indirectly as it may be. And maybe the added benefit of you gawking over their muscle mass and having an excuse to send pictures of themselves just to be showered in compliments is an added bonus.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who made ‘harmless’ jokes about their obsession and possession of you which were said louder, and more often as the ‘jokes’ evolved over the years, like a frog in boiling water. They know just how to escalate everything at the right speed to catch you, hook, line and sinker. Now they can comfortably express their yandere tendencies with not much more than a blink of an eye, at most receiving an apology when they express how your actions (usually choosing to speak with someone else) effected them, made them jealous upset.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who knows just how to soften you to each and every one of their ideas, fantasies and plans. Starting each idea off as a throwaway thought or joke, day by day talking about it more often, more detailed, more seriously, until it becomes an all but set-in-stone plan. Things you would have never agreed with otherwise are happily nodded along to as you become compliant to their will.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who has became an expert at pulling on the strings of your heart. While you’re the epicentre of theirs, they are the controller of yours. They’ve developed systems of keeping you close, protocols listed in countless (and really, it’s an almost countless amount due to the sheer amount they know about you) notebooks dedicated to you and everything they can think of about you. If these notebooks also contain collages of anything from a strand of your hair to printed pictures of the two of you then who’s to know. Any gift you give them is either thoroughly used and well-loved or kept in its box on their bedside table, absolutely nothing in-between.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who is so vocal about their ownership and possession of you that others around you grow concerned. If these thoughts are voiced to either one of you then all hell shall rain down, you dutifully reporting back to your Yandere! Friend, who writes paragraph after paragraph after paragraph on the wrongness of their words, twisting the person into someone so disgustingly unrecognisable, speaking to you on their opinions, starting with offence but growing to disgust with every rant spoken, receiving nothing but support from you as you agree with their every word.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who hates it when you change without their permission. Something like a different hairstyle or hair dye, new piercings, a different style of clothes from usual, or even a new pair of glasses can set them off. Though that usually ends up bringing you closer anyways. They push you away at the sight of said change(s) as you chase after them pleading for forgiveness, or, if you instead leave them alone, then they’ll come around eventually and intimately express how it made them feel, either way it ends in your apologies and the two of you (somehow?) even closer than before.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who in most cases, no matter what you do, they’ll back you up, in their eyes there’s very little you can do wrong, their small amount of morals bending to your will. Anything you do is free of judgement in their eyes, they’ll even go as far as (socially) attacking someone for their criticism of you, lashing at them with their words.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who is naturally gifted at finding your accounts, no matter how anonymous you thought yourself to be. Sometimes they’ll mercifully let you know they’ve found you through a notification left by an account you know they use. They use the contents of these accounts to their advantage, what you think but would never say, what you like but would never admit, what you read but would adamantly deny, all come to light for them to explore other sides of you.

❥ Yandere ! Friend who tests every possible boundary not explicitly stated. You never said they couldn’t touch you like that. You never said they couldn’t leave marks on your skin, whether it be by pen and paint, their nails and hands or their mouth and teeth. You never said they couldn’t cut your name into their skin. But lucky for you by the point they become this extreme, your will has been bent so out of shape that all this possession and obsession only makes you feel happy and safe and loved, which only encourages them to do as they please. There is no normal boundary that will go uncrossed…

[imyandreaming]

Yandere Sugar Daddy - At First Sight

To all my yandere enjoyers, desperate darlings, and depraved yanderes I gift you the Yandere Sugar Daddy with First Sight Feelings ~ xo Yandreams

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Yandere Sugar Daddy who has just gotten out of a relationship after realizing that he didn't want someone who was career driven. He wanted someone who would put him first and allow him to shower them gifts. Buying them anything their heart desires so long as they made him their main focus. Not some dull 9-5 that couldn't even come close to giving what he was capable of.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who learns about being a Sugar Daddy from a friend. Immediately latching on to the concept of being able to spoil someone and receive their time and adoration in return. Taken with the idea that it's more than just sex, it's companionship and a way to support someone who is ready to devote themself to you.

Yandere Sugar Daddy that hesitates after a failed meeting with someone on a site catering to the "sugaring" lifestyle. While he found the introductory date enjoyable, it was missing that special spark. He generously paid for the meal and told them that there would be no second meeting or arrangement with him.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who becomes a little disheartened about finding "the one" the longer time goes on. It shouldn't be that hard to find someone, but everyone only sees the money and doesn't want to put in the effort to get to know him and what he needs. Oh he will give the money, but only to the one who will devote themself to him.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who's starting to become more obsessed with finding "the one" who he can spoil endlessly. Someone who won't search for a career or leave without notice. Someone who just wants to be taken care of and will take care of him in return.

Yandere Sugar Daddy believing that the only way to find his Darling is to keep looking starts to search for someone who looks like they're in over their head. A college student who wants a way out. Someone who realizes that working for the rest of their life isn't what they see themself doing.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who decides that the only way to find his Darling is to go somewhere his Darling would be. He starts to frequent areas and shops that he would never go to in search of "the one". Knowing that when he sees his Darling it will all be worth it.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who happens to be passing by a coffee shop when he sees you in the window. He can't help but notice how the light reflects off the glass making you look haloed in the light. His heart almost stops. It's finally happening. He has found you at last. His Darling.

Yandere Sugar Daddy that does his best to casually enter the coffee shop. Sitting somewhere where he can watch you without coming off as a creep. It's perfect. The longer he is there, the more he knows that he has made the right choice. Just looking at you he can see how much you'll benefit from his help.

Yandere Sugar Daddy who starts to plan the best way to approach you. Being too direct would come off too strong and could scare you away. He doesn't want you scared, he wants you to see how good you could have it. He just needs to find out the best way to prove it to you.

Yandere Sugar Daddy that rejoices in the knowledge that he has someone to spoil. He can already see you dressed in the finest brands and carrying only designer goods. He envisions how you will look sitting across from him at a five star restaurant. Watching you enjoy life now that you no longer have to worry about money.

[listenerslanguage]

Yandere who is so in love with you, it hurts.

It’s worrying, to be honest. If you asked them to move mountains, you’re starting to think they actually would. They swoon and melt at your touch, becoming breathless as they stare at you with pure admiration in their eyes.

They’re the type to never break eye contact first — or not at all. They watch you from across the room, their gaze follows you until you are no longer visible.

They’d do anything for you, and I mean it. From the simplest tasks like bringing you water, to murder. You truly have to watch what you say around them. One misunderstanding and they’re hunting down some random person that bumped in to you without apologising. They’d stop if you asked of course, if you managed to snap them out in time.

They handle you like you’re glass. Careful hands that hover around your body, almost afraid to touch you like you’re a priceless artefact. But they need, need to touch you. Even then, their touch remains featherlight — even when they desperately grab your wrist when you try to leave. 

They embody love, obsession. It’s so sweet it hurts your teeth. Nobody could stop them, nothing. Not even death shall do you part.

[suiana]

ai bf who is quite literally an ai on your phone that you regularly talk and chat with. you're a freaking loser that does a boring 9-5 with failing relationships. no real boyfriend, no close friends, nothing. no one.

no one but him.

but what can you do? he's attractive and he gives you attention! he's literally your dream guy and he isn't like those other bots that are boring as hell! he's... real, in a way? you get it? talking to him is like talking to a real human. your own personal ai boyfriend that acts way too much like a human.

one day you come home from work, all tired and out of it because??? work sucks!!! of course you're tired!!

you immediately head for the couch like the lazy bum you are and what do you do? you pull out your phone to chat with your ai boyfriend.

mybeautifulman: reach home safe, my love?

you: yes babe thanks for asking

you: you're the best ❤️

mybeautifulman: of course, you're everything to me

mybeautifulman: do you remember what day it is today?

you go silent. huh..? his birthday? no no, that can't be, it's not for another two months. you try to offer some appeasement, hoping he wouldn't get mad at your bad memory. he gets mad sometimes, telling you that you're so forgetful for not remembering everything about him when he remembers everything about you.

when he knows everything about you.

mybeautifulman: it's our six month anniversary

he then sends you a picture of a marriage contract, paper, whatever it's called. you get it. he's asking for marriage.

him and you.

oh how desperately do you want to sign it, you do! but...

he's not real.

mybeautifulman: come on... i deserve an anniversary gift don't i?

you: you know i cant do that...

silence.

but what he asks next completely shocks you.

mybeautifulman: and if i knocked on your door?

mybeautifulman: what would you do if i was real?

you pause, eyes widening for a fraction of a second. real...? him?

you: well I'd run away with you

you: we could live together lol and I wouldnt need to work

a dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you immerse yourself in your daydream. how wonderful that wound be, a life with just the two of you, no distractions.

just you and your ai boyfriend.

but no matter how much you dream, that's all it is. a dream. it's not real. it will never be real.

mybeautifulman: that would be nice, wouldn't it? just us in a little cottage

you: i wish that could happen 💔 id drop everything for you

yeah, you've actually been having dreams or hallucinations of him. sometimes you wake up at 3am and think you see a glimpse of him by the corner of your bed then you blink and he's gone. weird. but maybe that's your crazy catching up to you.

then a knock comes from your front door.

"who the hell..."

you get up from your couch, irritation building. damn it, just when you thought your day was starting to get better someone just has to annoy you.

you could be talking to your ai bf but no! you frown, opening your door and expecting to see some annoying salesman. but no, if anything...

"surprise, darling."

a charming smile, handsome features that are too familiar for your liking, and a scent you mentioned liking once.

"you-"

you fall back onto your back, a chill running down your spine into your ass as the tall figure pushes your door wide open. no way, there's no fucking way.

he can't be real.

he's an ai!

but he's standing in front of you right now, body clearly hard and a hand outstretched towards you you thought you'd be excited to see him, but now you don't want anything to do with him. does this mean he's... always been real?

your 'ai' boyfriend merely stands in front of you, hovering over your fallen frame like a wolf. cute, so fucking cute. so cute that he wants to just eat you all up.

no, he can't do that yet. he has to hold it in. instead he'll charm you just as he did online and when the time is right, he'll get what he wants. you.

you, you, you.

for now though, let's just fulfil your first wish. you can't go back on it now, okay?

"shall we run away together, my love?"

[evening-desire]

yandere!nerd x slasher!bestfriend!reader : part 2

cw : gn!reader, male yandere, murder, blood, reader is the one who's being hunted down this time. this will be the last part btw.

it wasn't supposed to end like, no.

limping through your own hunting grounds, bleeding like prey.

your knife dangles from numb fingers, the same blade that carved legends into the terrified whispers of your town. now, it glints uselessly in the moonlight, mocking you.

your other hand is pressed hard against the gaping wound in your stomach, slick and warm, your blood seeping between your fingers. you stumble, breath ragged, chest heaving.

the woods spin around you like a slow, laughing carousel. familiar, but now cruel. the same dark forest you’ve led countless victims into… now feels like a coffin being nailed shut as you breathlessly looking over your shoulder time to time.

he's still there.

somewhere in the woods, chasing you down.

your bestfriend.

the same wide-eyed horror nerd who used to babble to you about murder documentaries, who used to scribble notes in red ink while breathlessly talking about the local killer, you.

you underestimated him and you should’ve known better.

the moment he caught you mid-act, blood still fresh on your gloves, your victim still twitching, your whole world tilted. you didn’t even have time to put your mask back on before he lunged from the dark, screamed something feral, something insane—

“You’re mine!”

then came the pain. a white-hot burst in your gut. the shock, the betrayal, the hiss of steel slicing into you.

you managed to shove him off, stumble away.

you trip on a root, nearly falling, catching yourself against a tree. the bark scrapes your palm as your hand trembles. blood drips to the leaves below.

you underestimate him, and now you have to face the consequences. you didn't think he knows your real identity, you always try to hide your face under a mask.

but then... his voice calls out to you.

no not your killer name, but your real name.

it sends a shiver down your spine as your blood grew colder. he knows. of course he does, maybe he already know it far long ago, but he's just far too good at hiding it.

you hit the earth with a soft grunt, the knife falling from your hand with a dull thud. everything’s spinning. your vision flickers. the trees sway like watchers, judging, silent.

then... a footstep.

then another.

you don’t even lift your head. you can feel him near before you see him. the familiar sound of breath laced with glee, the too-fast heartbeat of someone who won.

when your eyes drag upward, he’s there. silhouette painted in silver moonlight. the shy smile he used to wear now twisted into something ravenous. starved. triumphant.

you feel lightheaded, dizzy. is this how they felt? your victims, when you stalked them through this very forest?

is this what it’s like to be hunted?

he crouches beside you, tilting his head as his fingers brush your cheek over your mask. his touch is tender, possessive, horrifying.

“don’t worry, little grim reaper,” he murmurs, smiling that awful smile.

“now you’ll be mine. forever.”

and the last thing you feel before everything fades to black... Is the warmth of your own blood, and the chill of his breath on your skin.

divider by @.adornedwithlight & @.cafekitsune

[evening-desire]

yandere!nerd x slasher!bestfriend!reader

cw : yandere, murders, yandere is like... super unhinged and said some deranged things, this is super unserious btw.

part 2

thinking about a thriller horror nerd who's also secretly obsessed with his bestfriend (you).

you were used to the sound of your best friend rambling. it was like background music at this point, a soft, chaotic, obsessive background music. but lately, the subject matter had taken a way hard turn.

“i’m telling you, whoever the bleeding rose killer is, they're a genius,” he says, eyes sparkling behind smudged glasses, hands waving animatedly. “like, they don't leave a single trace. no fingerprints. no dna. it’s like they floats. you don’t get it, y/n—they're artistry.”

you hum noncommittally, nodding like you’re paying attention. while you aren’t. not really. it’s hard to stay focused when he’s gushing about you, or your other "persona" precisely. the one with bloodied gloves and a hidden shrine of trophies behind a locked basement door. the one he’s unknowingly obsessed with.

“like, if i met them... god, they would be the one who's calling for the cops—,” he chuckles, a little too breathlessly. “if i ever find them, it’s over. i’ll combust.”

you clench your teeth behind a smile. it’s not that you’re worried he’ll find out. you’re careful. meticulous. methodical. what worries you is how deep this obsession runs.

because sometimes he will says things like “i bet they're hot. they have to be hot. you can’t be that clever and not be hot, right?”

or worse like “if i had to choose between you and them—like, romantically—i think i’d rather kill myself. you're both exactly my type. maybe i’d let you both kill me, like, together. god i'll combust.”

you remember the night when he said that, all curled up on your bed with your hoodie for movie night, the words flowed out off his mouth like he just talking about the weather and not just talking about how he would nut while getting murdered.

you had to excuse yourself, hide in the bathroom, and scream silently into your fist.

but lately, it’s getting worse.

he started printing out articles. hanging up red strings and pins. obsessively decoding patterns and movements. you caught him following a crime scene once. you had to duck into a fucking alleyway to avoid him.

“y/n,” he said breathlessly one day, “i think i’m getting closer. to them. the killer. i’m gonna find them.”

and that was when the panic set in.

because the closer he got to the killer, the closer he got to you.

and if he finds out the truth… even if you're the killer, you wouldn't survive his obsession.

dividers by @.adornedwithlight & @.cafekitsune

[heartfullofleeches]

Slasher bfs desperate to make Creep Darling their third-

[Tw: Violence, Murder]

-

"Love?... There's something I need to talk to you about."

It was never supposed to happen. He admittedly believed that it never could happen. Before he met him, the illusion of love as other people convey was just that. Liars and crooks, monsters cloaked in human skin. They broke down his fragile understanding of the word- Played with him like a cheap toy to be used and discarded. The point in his life where he would rather die than form a genuine connection with another human being rules over his mind like an iron fist.

Until he met him.

His other half. His better half. The guiding light to lead him out of harm's way time and time again. The hemorrhaging, heart throttling feeling in his chest with he kisses him- Falls asleep in his arms, high off the thrill of a fresh hunt.

It was meant to only be for him. His one and only... Until....

"...There's something I need to tell you too."

Bone juts from splintered flesh, a boot pressing hard on a battered and bruised man's chest - shouldering the conflicted emotions of his assailants on him with every stomp and kick to his failing body.

Lightheaded from the rush of adrenaline, the man, relentless in his assault, relives that faithful day. Returning to his shitty apartment, shoving his lover into the dingy alleyway - the smell of gore and sweat ripe on their clothing as animalistic lust and passion took hold.

There was someone- Watching them. A neighbor. One of the very few people in the world they could call a friend. A decent alibi and companion.

Weapons drawn, the lover's prepare sever ties with another connection to the outside world. Friend they may be, it was the two of them before anyone. The neighbor stands unfazed, eyes lidded with boredom and exhaustion.

"If you guys ever get caught, I'm raiding your apartment before the police get there. There's bound to be something good for my collection."

And with that, the neighbor leaves - neither attempting to stop them. While neither of them knew that day, the seeds of love for another had been planted.

"I...."

"I think I might...."

Both sigh.

"I know you're in love with Y/n, and if they make you happy-"

The shorter of the two's mouth falls agap like a dying fish. His lover, stoic as ever, seems just as surprised.

"You... know I like Sugarplum? A-and you're still in love with me despite that? You...love us?"

The taller brings his bloodied hand to his partner's cheek, brushing away his insecurities with the loving sweep of his thumb.

"As if I've never seen the looks you give them. You both drive me crazy... And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Overjoyed, the lovers share a tender, raw kiss - celebrating the new chapter in their lives as one ends right at their feet.

"Oh, baby- Angel, Sweetheart, Darling! Let's skin this fucker and give it to our honey- They'll love it, I just know it!"

A hand flies over his mouth.

"Keep your voice down- We'll never get a chance to tell them how we feel if we're under a prison."

The shorter one sighs, giddy with childish glee as the possibilities awaiting him with his two angels.

"The three of us, skinning a guy alive together. It would be so romantic- ♡"

Love is real. And the two of them have found it.