#13 ghosts reader insert

[lena-after-dark]

Pairing: The Torn Prince x Reader

Prompt: Yandere Headcanons

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Stalking. Yandere Behavior. Mention of murder.

The Torn Prince would follow you absolutely everywhere. He’d be out of sight most of the time, but he’d want to be near you even if you didn’t know it. And when you can see him, you can bet he’ll be leering.

If you notice him leering at you or following you and choose to ignore him, he’ll make himself much more visible. 

He wouldn’t hide how much he didn’t want anyone else to be into you, even once you get together. You’d get plenty of ghostly, “who is that?!” “Why were you talking to them?” type questions. But also that 50s slang sometimes makes it funny.

See also: “don’t run from me!” 

He’d sometimes take your things without you knowing, only to return them later. So if you’re missing something, it’s probably hidden away.

It wouldn’t be just your things, though. The Torn Prince would also cut off a piece of your hair when you’re sleeping or save a tissue that has your blood on it.

He’s definitely down to kill anyone who tries to get too close to you. Or, in the very least, terrify them so they stay away. It doesn’t matter who they are, either.

“You’ll always be mine, baby, even when we’re floating up in the clouds.”

Originally posted here.

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[ariana-maryse]

Imagine...

Not being terrified of The Jackal

Fem!Reader (For @raith-way)

"Hey, Y/N, listen... I, uh- I need your help with something."

You hadn't heard from Dennis Rafkin in a while. You knew he'd partnered up with someone else but he didn't spare many details before heading off. You'd heard some rumors in the interim; something about capturing ghosts. They were easy enough to shrug off.

Or they were, anyway, until Dennis himself reached out to you. He practically begged for your help, and eventually you agreed to meet him. He told you all about Cyrus and the work they'd done together during the long drive to the glass house.

The two of you lied your way inside with the family. Dennis wanted to figure out what Cyrus was up to. Though you didn't share Dennis's gift (if you could call it that) he relied on your strength when facing the spirits of the dead. They didn't seem to affect you as much, and that helped to keep him from panicking.

The night quickly changed from one of investigation to a game of survival. You'd have to give Dennis a talking to once this was over - if either of you made it out alive, that is.

You ended up splitting off into groups. Through the chaos, you found yourself alone. At least you had a pair of the glasses that would allow you to see the specters. You moved quietly as you tried to locate the kid. It was eerily still. Or it was until you heard a ghostly cackling behind you.

When you turned, you were face to caged face with The Jackal. Instinctively, you took a step back. You knew that he was one of the more violent ghosts and wanted to be ready.

"You're... Ryan, is that right? Hi, Ryan. I'm Y/N." The Jackal tilted his head like a confused hound. Why weren't you screaming? He liked it when people screamed. Particularly women.

He reared back, almost willing you to run, before he started swinging at you. He was trying to slash you with his sharp, jagged nails. You were able to dodge him well enough considering the limited space. "That's enough of that!"

The firmness in your voice surprised him. He hadn't been... scolded in years. It was enough to disorient him for a moment, and he stopped his assault.

"I know you're angry, Ryan. But you want to get out of here, don't you? So do we. We are not your enemy. We're trying to get out, too."

Ryan had a decision to make; to tear you to shreds, or to let you pass.

He gave you a wide, eerie grin. He'd made up his mind.

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[lena-after-dark]

Pairing: The Torn Prince x Reader

Prompt: Imagine the Torn Prince being obsessed with you.

Requested By: Anon

Warnings: Stalking.

Ghosts bound to Earth tended to hover near places that were familiar to them. For the Torn Prince, that was a now vacant plot of land that had once been the high school sports field. Rarely did anyone pass by. Except for you. You walked by the field several times each week. He knew that you could see him. He didn’t know why, but the first time you’d passed by, you paused and the two of you made eye contact. He’d walked toward you, and was surprised when you didn’t run. It was only when he brandished his bat in your direction that you backed away. 

He thought it was fun. Sometimes he’d watch you, sometimes he’d get close. He’d gotten bored with that, though. He didn’t want to hurt you, per se. He didn’t know what it was, but he decided to follow you. He stayed behind, unsure if you were aware that he was there or not. Either way, he kept on your trail until you were home, presumably. He stayed outside for a while, watching your shadow through the windows. 

Soon after, he followed you anywhere you went. Now he knew you were aware of his presence. He could see you looking over your shoulder for him. 

‘I’m still here.’

You even confronted him, which he found greatly amusing. “Why are you following me?” You’d asked him. 

‘Because I want to.’ 

You asked him to leave you alone, explaining that there was nothing you could do to help him. Of course you couldn’t help him. He had no intent of asking such a thing. He grinned at how silly you were.

‘Wherever you go, I’ll be right behind ya.’

Originally posted here.

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