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Hear me out on Alastor pressing a knee into the bed, leaning just enough to hover over you. You’re reading something, a phone, a book, a magazine.
His hand rests against the headboard, you risk the glance up toward him. You squeak when he looses balance and flops right on you.
His nose lands in the crook of your neck, your hands run through his hair. His ears are scratched in just the right spot, a resounding purr rumbles from his throat.
YANDERE CHARACTERS REACTING TO YOUR SUDDEN DEATH
Based on @thegaminggeek1143’s ask:
But now, can you write angst? I read the Shadow Milk Cookie segment of your last yandere writing and now I have an idea. How would the yanderes react to us dying? You get to pick the scenario and stuff, but I love angst, so yea.
ANYWHO, this is getting long, so thank you for listening to my rambles. Have a good day!
For some reason, tumblr is refusing to let me answer my asks. But I still suggest you ask me regardless, I’ll always answer them in away way I can.
I love your ideas, they give me great ideas to flesh out the characters I love so much!
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!Yan!Caine
“H-hah… HaHa! It’s- it’ll- be okay, my dear! I can fix this!”
He carefully positions your motionless body, ensuring you sit upright, with every limb meticulously adjusted as they slip out of place. Each movement is deliberate, as if he’s trying to breathe life back into you, restoring a sense of presence in the stillness.
“J-just sit still, sit- sit still and, I can just…”
He snaps his fingers.
And nothing happens.
He rubs his hands together.
“Alright! A little tougher now, I see! Just-“
He snaps it again.
“Can you…”
And snaps again.
And you're still dead.
“Don’t make this so DIFFICULT!”
And again.
And again.
And again.
“Come on… COME ON!!”
The atmosphere is electric, filled with a sense of urgency as his fingers dance across the surface, a blur of motion that captivates all who watch. Each snap merges into a bothersome melody, creating a high-pitched vibration that resonates through the air.
“Please… come on… come ON!”
In a twisted moment of desperation, he finally succumbs to the rage boiling inside him. With a haunting yell, he lunges forward, abandoning all restraint. His hands find your lifeless body, and he shakes it violently, as if trying to force the life back into you. Each furious movement echoes the depth of his sorrow, reverberating through the still air like a chilling requiem.
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Violently slamming his fists against the wall after hours of attempted patching.
Your body is there, unmoving, still lifeless.
Surrounded by distorted objects and the arms of a tortured AI.
The world around him fades, leaving only the desperate need to bring you back, intertwining grief and fury into a raw, emotional tempest.
“Why… would you just leave me like this? Was I not enough…? Am I just… was I just not good enough for you?”
There is no answer.
And there will never be an answer.
!Yan!Wally Darling
“Neighbor? Are you sleeping?”
He looks up and down your lifeless husk, confounded as to why you’ve decided to rest on the floor.
His little fingers of fabric tap your shoulder gently, expecting you to wake up.
“Is this a new game you're playing?”
His eyes widen a bit at the idea of a new game to play.
“I’d like to play too.”
He quickly settles himself down onto the floor, right next to you, his favorite spot.
A few minutes of him lying down next to you pass by.
“I don’t think I’m playing this right…”
He mumbles into your ear
“Oh, it’s because I’m not closing my eyes, that must be it…”
The room is heavy with stillness as he leans in closer, a sense of comfort settling over him like a warm blanket. The weight of the moment envelops both of them in his quiet solitude, and you in eternal silence.
He breathes in deeply, seeking solace in the familiar presence, unaware that he is embracing nothing but shadows. The world around them fades, and in that fragile space, time seems to stand still. Each second is a reminder of what once was, and he feels a sense of peace wash over him, oblivious to the finality that now defines the air between them.
“Neighbor, you don’t feel as warm as you usually do.’
!Yan!Tenna
“Cut the cameras, CUT THE CAMERAS NOW!”
Tenna rushes over, her eyes filled with concern as he kneels beside you. With gentle hands, he carefully wraps her fingers around your fragile form, his movements precise and tender, as if you were made of glass.
"I’ll be careful," he whispers, his voice a soft reassurance.
"I can't let anything happen to you." The warmth of her touch contrasts with the chill of your damaged body, igniting a flicker of hope within him.
He finds a long table and gently lays your body down, his heart racing as he examines you from head to toe, anxiety written all over his face. Glancing frantically at the backstage crew, he shouts, his voice echoing off the walls.
“What are you doing just standing around?! Get help! Get them a pillow! Call someone, dammit!”
Panic sets in as he watches them scramble, urgency fueling his every command. Every second feels like an eternity, and he can't shake the feeling that he must do everything in his power to make sure you're okay.
“Oh, please, please wake up, you’ll be okay! Everything’ll be okay, and we’ll go back to our show, and you’ll never scare me like this again!”
He could feel the tension rising in the room, a thick cloud of frustration settling over him. How did it come to this? The laughter, the late-night rehearsals, and the spark of creative energy that once flowed so freely now felt like a distant memory.
“Didn’t you hear me?! Cut the damn cameras already!”
He shouted, the urgency in his voice echoing off the walls. The crew exchanged nervous glances, frozen in place under the weight of his command. Each word dripped with a mix of desperation and irritation, a plea masked as an order.
He couldn’t shake the image of the show they had built together. But now, the thought of losing that forever, of piecing together a new normal without the heart of it all, fueled his anger. He didn’t want to face a future that felt empty and devoid of the spark they once shared.
“Cut the cameras! Go to commercial! Stop it! JUST STOP IT ALREADY!”
There were, in fact, no cameras currently on.
!Yan!Pierrot
You fall to the ground, and in an instant, all life is drained from your eyes. You feel nothing but an overwhelming urge to close your eyes.
“No.”
A whisper, one of struggling restraint, fills the tense air. Pierrot falls to the floor, visibly shaking, his gloved hands gently cup your face. His eyes, a mix of longing and fear, search yours for understanding. The moment stretches, heavy with unspoken emotions, as the world around you fades away. You can feel the warmth of his touch, a contradiction to the coldness of the floor beneath you both.
“My dear… please…”
His finger gently slides down to your neck to feel your pulse. There’s nothing. It’s too late. The silence that follows is deafening, a void that swallows any hope that lingered in the air.
Panic grips the room, and time seems to freeze, each second stretching into eternity. The weight of reality settles heavily, the unthinkable truth echoing in the corners of your mind. He wants to scream, to deny what’s unfolding before him, but the chilling absence of life steals his voice.
What now? Each breath feels like a betrayal, a reminder of the warmth that once was. In this moment, everything has changed, and you’re left grappling with the shadows of what could have been.
“Oh, what a shame…”
The atmosphere crackled with tension as the green one appeared from the shadows, a sinister grin spreading across his face. It was the kind of smile that promised trouble, sending a ripple of unease through the air. His eyes glinted with mischief, and every step he took seemed to echo with a sense of foreboding.
“The Pierrot’s pet couldn’t take it in the circus… hm, now that’s not too much of a stretch, is it?”
Pierrot's breaths come in sharp gasps, each one more labored than the last. He presses his fingers deeper into your neck, a mix of desperation and intensity in his grip. The sting of his touch breaks the surface of your skin, drawing blood.
“Well, now your little pet can be useful as sustenance- I’ve gathered quite an appetite from this little game you’ve been playing.”
“THAT'S ENOUGH!”
A clawed hand strikes the harlequin's mask, leaving a deep mark and a damaged surface.
There’s no stopping the damage after Pierrot had a taste of revenge justice. Striking the green figure again and again until there’s nothing left but another body and a stained costume.
He clutches onto your body while his rampage continues, refusing to let you go until the warmth escapes your skin.
!Yan!Sebastian Solace
“You… stupid, stupid, idiotic… RAGGH! Why couldn’t you just listen?”
He stares ahead at your corpse with disgust, not at you, at himself. Why did he let you leave his store? Why couldn’t he just make you stay? Hell, he would’ve tied you down if it had kept you safe.
Sebastian slithers over and lays his head on your stomach. The sounds coming from your innards meant nothing because there was nothing.
“It feels like you're still here… but you're just trying to torture me, aren’t you?”
He growls menacingly, his claws digging into the floor with anger.
“Well, ANSWER ME!”
He didn’t anticipate a response from your lifeless form; he just needed an outlet for his fury, a target for his screams.
“What- what’s this? What…?”
He feels something besides your blood staining his cheek.
It’s a tear.
“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve seen one of these…?”
He leans in closer, his voice barely above a whisper, almost shy about what he’s about to say. “I really wish things had turned out differently,” he admits, feeling the heaviness of regret in the air. Talking to someone who’s no longer here feels strange, but silence demands he say something about what they shared.
Each word comes out slow, like they’re floating in the heavy atmosphere. The room seems to hold its breath, every shadow watching as he lays bare his feelings. There’s a bit of shame creeping in, a reminder of everything left unsaid.
“Life didn’t have to end this way,”
he goes on, his voice tinged with sadness. There's a strong need for closure, a hope that maybe, just maybe, this moment will bring him some peace.
“I already miss you,” he finally says, the words hanging there, barely audible yet filled with meaning. In that quiet moment, he yearns for understanding, knowing that even in the stillness, something real connects them.
!Yan!Shadow Milk Cookie
“H-hah… heh, why would this…”
Shadow milk looks confused, almost. The joke was over now; this was the moment you could come out and say, “Surprise!” And he could compliment your deceitful behavior.
“My silly, please! The joke can only be funny for so long- I- you can get up now!”
He floats down to your cracked-up dough. Eyeing you carefully, the crumbling on your face, the jam dripping from the crevices.
“Hm, I see… this isn’t a joke, is it…”
His face goes nearly white as he looks up from you. There's a brief moment of total silence. Then there’s a moment of insanity.
“Hm… heh, hah- HAH! Haha! Hahaha!”
His wild laughter fills the room, echoing off the walls like music. “Hm, the ultimate lie! Pretending you wanted to live, only to leave me when I least expected it! Wonderful performance, my little silly!”
He twirls around in the air, moving his feet lightly through the breeze.
“It’s just so silly, isn’t it? Yes, how whimsical, how peculiar, how idiotic, how… devastating!”
He turns away from you, covering his face with his sleeve to hide his tears. Unspoken words fill the air, creating a heavy silence. Each time he tries to hold back a sob, it sounds like it is mocking him. He feels trapped in a moment that needs understanding and kindness.
“Aren’t I just so stupid! Thinking this could last…”
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Authors notes: I love writing this and my proofreader had fun as well, and I love when people give me asks! So please keep sending them!
Comfort Object
Male Yandere x Reader
You see a really weird "job" post online, and the money seems too good to be true. But you aren't really in a position where you can turn it down...
You hope it doesn't get weird.
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GhostxReader(GN)- flatmates
Fluffy fluffy fluffy 4am drabbling i had a hella NSFW version but ehhhh enjoy my fluffy contribution instead.
Ghost had no intention of getting a flatmate when he bought the small two-bedroom cottage, but after an extended deployment and a few thousand euros later in repairs from water damage, well…
It took a few months of prying to the right people and in the right places to finally vet a few possible choices to move in as his slightly unwelcomed second in the cottage.
Eventually you landed on his radar. Stable, clean, sweet enough. He introduced himself as Simon and didn't explain anything about what he did for work, just said he was gone a lot. You could connect the dots easily enough and were polite enough not to pry further.
It was a simple exchange; Don’t let the cottage collapse while he was away, your groceries are your responsibility, no guests unless necessary, no pets as Riley often came home with him, and utilities are your responsibility if he was gone for more than three weeks of the month. The latter varied so often, eventually you opted to just pay the utilities every month– it was ‘your rent’. He didn’t fight you on the decision.
Who could complain? It was a quiet cottage that you had entirely to yourself most of the time. It was out of the way and secluded from the bustle of the city beyond, surrounded by nothing and nobody. Occasionally Riley stayed when Simon left, you’d play outside with him and let him run wild through the woods and it sated the puppy fever. The only real setback was that it was quite a way from work, but that was easily forgiven.
Neither of you are sure when it started.
He came home, some days you’d have just finished making dinner and you’d always offer him some and he declined the first few times, but eventually started to say yes. You started to make the meals he liked most around your guesstimates for when he would be coming home so he’d have something he liked. You both ate in moderate silence, not an uncomfortable silence that craved anything to fill the void but a warm silence that embraced you and made you feel safe.
Eventually you two would start to battle it out in a game or two of cards or chess when he came home. Typically he won at cards, you won at chess, both of you occasionally accusing the other of cheating because there was no way he actually had another full house. You tried to move the pieces on the chess board once, but he caught the change immediately. To be fair, a bottle of bourbon was on the line.
One day as he walked in, after being gone for almost two months, you could feel the weight of whatever had happened drag in with him, looming on him. You offered him a cup of tea, making it the same way your nan did when you felt like shit. Instead of secluding himself in his room, Simon let himself be comfortable in his own house for once and melted onto the couch. You didn’t ask him what happened, he wouldn’t tell you if you asked. You sat with him, a comforting hand on his as some competitive culinary show played on the television. Neither of you watched. He glared into his mug, and you watched him. “This is fuckin’ delightful.” he grumbled and you gave him a small smile.
A few months later you came home to find him passed out on the couch, his bag barely dropped on the floor next to him. He had fresh bandages across his shoulder and a stitching along on his jaw. He had some kind of black smear over his eyes but you could still see the bags under his eyes. It hadn’t really occurred to you until then that Simon, even if he didn’t tell you what he did, worked in a field where he could very well not come home ever again. You knew it was dangerous, but it took until this moment to really appreciate the truth of it. Something tugged in your chest. You draped a blanket over him and placed a glass of water and a bottle of aspirin on the nightstand.
You woke up to a fresh arrangement of flowers and a small box of your favourite candies on the kitchen counter and Simon already gone.
He came back home a week later, this time you were passed out on the couch. Work had been brutal and you had only enough energy to clean yourself up and throw on a shirt and underwear. You hadn’t expected him back after a week, he was rarely only gone for a week. This time you woke up with a blanket over you, and a glass of water.
The way he teased you relentlessly once you were awake, you couldn’t be mad but he was really digging in and eventually you snapped back at him, “Oh, kiss my arse, Simon!” You weren’t expecting him to grin and ask “Is that an order or an offer, lovie?” in response. His shoulder earned a slap and you huffed away, but inside you were screaming and fighting for your life to contain the red on your cheeks.
You two drank together that night, it wasn’t the first time, but something about that morning and a few drinks made you a bit brave— perhaps too brave. As you both called it for the night, you brushed a kiss on his cheek and stumbled off to your room.
He was gone again. A week went by. Then two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Then you started to get worried. But he came back, damaged and reclused, but he was back.
You had to fight the urge to throw yourself into him and bury yourself into his neck and tell him how much you missed him. And that feeling scared the piss out of you.
Simon stood at the doorway across from you, he finally dropped his pack and there was a look in his eye that he fought to push away, Simon trying to keep his attention on anything but you.
He failed.
He closed the space between the two of you, pulling you tight into his arms, kissing the top of your head, and letting out a breath. You stayed like this until your knees buckled and once that happened he picked you up and made you both cosy on the couch. He was out pretty quickly once he laid down, his arms wrapped around you.
Neither of you talked about it when you woke up.
You played cards again that night, both of you braver and tried a new game— a chaotic, ruleless game of strip poker. It didn’t start out that way, but it certainly ended that way. 💕 Masterlist
Anchor up to me, love.
summary: when chan gives you the opportunity to produce music while he’s away, you take it, not knowing you would get to see a completely different side of your boyfriend. one he tried to hide.
pairings: bf!hyunjin x producer!gn!reader
genre: angst, hurt/comfort
word count: 1.2k
warnings: crying, hyunjin struggling with his confidence
authors note: dude, I was just trying to sleep, but then this idea popped in my head and I was lowkey scared I would forget it by the morning, so I had to realise it. I really want to write longer fics aswell, but I suppose I am forever stuck in the short, angst fics side of things, though this in particular is more of a thought dump, than an actual fic. Please forgive me, dear reader. This is also based on the Hyunjin and Chan 2025 2kr, you’ll know it when you see it. Enjoy nontheless. ㅠㅠ
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Chan taught you everything you knew about producing in his preferred software Ableton. From recording vocals to how to mix the best. Chan also taught you everything you knew about Hyunjin, or what you thought you knew.
You normally only spent time with Hyunjin outside of work, meaning you had never seen him in a professional setting or in the recording booth. But when Chan was away on a mental health vacation to Australia, you helped some of the boys with producing music.
Chan knew well enough that Han and Changbin could do the production just fine as well, since they had been a powerful trio in producing for almost a decade now, but he wanted you to have an opportunity to express yourself through music production as well.
the night is young ✧.*
biker!geto who had a custom helmet made just for you, spent so much money on it, but wholeheartedly prefers you wearing his. loves seeing you in his helmet as you climb onto the front or the back of his bike.
biker!geto who hasn’t taken his eyes off of you once when you two go out together. he knows other men will look at you but he doesn’t care. you’re his.
biker!geto who kisses you whenever he feels like it, doesn’t matter if you’re in public or not. he’ll tilt your head back in the middle of a conversation and kiss you deeply, mumbling how he wants to leave against your lips.
biker!geto who’s covered in tattoos but wants to get one you specifically pick out so he can cherish it whenever he’s not near you.
biker!geto who can’t keep his hands off of you. loves touching you in every way shape and form. runs his hands against your thighs, your waist, and stomach. gropes you every chance he gets while he breathes your scent in. it’s the only thing that calms him down.
biker!geto who worships you and everything you do. loves you with everything he has and then some.
biker!geto who purposely gives you his shirt or jackets to wear solely so he can fuck you in them later. again, loves seeing you in his clothes. makes him feral knowing you’re his. makes him all to eager to take you right then and there.
biker!geto who knows you tease him when he can’t do anything about it right then and there. until later when he has you bent over his bike, begging for him to slow down.
biker!geto who doesn’t get jealous at all but loves it when you do. even if you know he’d never leave you. he just enjoys seeing that pouty little face of yours when a man or woman dares to flirt with him.
biker!geto who buys you fresh flowers every two weeks and brings you your favorite sweet treat.
biker!geto who absolutely adores everything about you. every detail is perfect in his eyes and he makes sure to show you how beautiful you truly are when he can.
Genshin Boyfriend Headcanons (Part 2)
Kaveh as a Boyfriend
He fell first and he fell harder.
Kaveh can see the beauty in many things; art, architecture, writing… but he never thought he’d see such profound beauty in a single individual. What started as a simple crush grew into an all-consuming obsession.
He blushes easily.
He always thought he was a people-person, but the moment he realized his feelings for you, he became a blushing, stuttering, frazzled mess in your presence. Try as he might to recite every flirtatious quip he’s ever heard, his mind and heart melt in your presence. Alhaitham questioned if the lovestruck man needed medical attention the first time he witnessed this event.
He asked you out first.
After many failed attempts and even more sleepless nights spent telling himself to finally do it, Kaveh asked you out… with a furiously red face and presenting a beautiful bouquet of flowers. You flushed just as much as he did when you finally worked out that he was attempting to ask you on a date.
He’d take you on many scenic dates.
Being the frugal man he is, and the fact that there was no shortage of both man-made and natural beauty across Sumeru, you and Kaveh regularly went on dates exploring the land of wisdom that you called your home. A walk through the stunning landscape was always made better with your boyfriend Kaveh by your side.
He’d be embarrassed easily.
His feelings for you were embarrassing enough to confront, but his financial and living situations were on completely different levels. At the end of the day, Kaveh always wanted to be honest with you and never hide anything, so the conversation occurred quite early in your relationship. You told Kaveh your feelings wouldn’t be affected by such trivial things. Everyone has their ups and downs in life, but you adored Kaveh so much that you wanted to be by his side through all of them.
He’s jealous… painfully jealous.
He didn’t have much to offer outside of his looks, charm, and array of sneak-peeks at his current projects, while his roommate had a stable job, money, and a home he could call his own. Alhaitham spoke to you out of rare politeness, but otherwise he seldom knew anything about you. He was confused when Kaveh drunkenly confessed his fears of Alhaitham stealing you from him, and Alhaitham aptly responded by delivering your clearly not sober boyfriend to your front door for you to deal with.
He’s a romantic.
Not only was his appearance charming, but the sweetness that spilled from his lips never failed to make you blush. Kaveh would never waste an opportunity to compliment your appearance and remind you how much he adores you. Gone were the days of shyness and reddened cheeks for him, for it was your turn to be rendered embarrassed at his affections.
He loves to show you off.
He’s not subtle about his worship of you to you and to the world. His fingers are always tangled with your own. A gentle hand always found its way around your waist. Featherlight kisses always peppered your face at every opportunity. If anyone dared to ask him to tone back his behavior, he’d threaten to make out with you right then and there… and not wait for an answer before doing so.
He can’t wait to build a life with you.
As an Akademiya-educated architect and naturally-gifted individual, both textbooks and his own brilliant mind taught him how to bring aesthetic beauty to life. In his career, he was no stranger to designing his client’s forever home. But when the mask falls and all that's left is the real Kaveh, he can’t wait to build an ever-lasting love with you by his side.
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Soundwave making his kids take turns acting as your service animal pal
this is so delightful lmfaoo
⚝・┆genderless reader, gender not mentioned.
: ̗̀➛ Ravage takes it in stride, finding it easy to move with you. He has no issue with simply taking the command given by Soundwave to carry out, to check your vitals where and how he can, to keep track of your movements. : ̗̀➛ Ravage finds it so easy that sometimes he simply slips into doing so without realizing that's what he's doing. It's natural and expected. It's also one of the least demanding tasks he has. : ̗̀➛ Laserbeak finds it equal parts difficult and easy. Easy because he can take the order the same as Ravage, simply moving into it. Difficult because, well... he isn't exactly made to carry and it is not as easy to configure carrying you the way it is for Ravage. : ̗̀➛ Sometimes he will outright refuse, but it is not because he hates you or doing it for you, though sometimes he has some resentment to it. You should take care of yourself. No, most of the time it is because logistically he is not the one made to help you. : ̗̀➛ Buzzsaw just won't. He'd rather take the punishment than be responsible for some squishy little organic lifeform. He is actively hostile towards you sometimes. Soundwave has stopped asking and actively keeps him away from you. : ̗̀➛ Rumble and Frenzy are there own beast. Chaotic and all over the place. They get it done, they are helpful, the know what they're doing. They are asking you about a thousand different questions. Frenzy has told you about at least 8 different Cybertronian ecosystems. He isn't correct. You don't know that. It is delightful. : ̗̀➛ Sometimes it seems more like they're working together to actively make everything worse. And then the hardest part of your day is gone by and you didn't even notice. You have to ignore their shit eating grins. : ̗̀➛ They find the difference of their day fun and move to make it as chaotic and wild as possible and it's not even for you, it just works out that way. : ̗̀➛ All of them tend to take it in stride, though some, like Buzzsaw, would rather take the opportunity to kill you out right. Some even grow to enjoy it, like Ravage and, while for completely different reasons, Rumble and Frenzy. : ̗̀➛ Most of them eventually begin to look at you more like part of the family than a task or annoyance, though that doesn't mean you aren't an annoyance to them. It's just different kind of annoyance with you now. : ̗̀➛ This also means they become fiercely protective of you. They're small themselves, it's easy for them to see where you become a danger to yourself, such as under ped. After a few "coincidental accidents" that just happen to have Rumble and Frenzy hanging around, more people are aware of you and them around you.
