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honeylikesyanderes · 1 year

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I’m sorry but.. FEMALE YANDERES CAN JUST TAKE MY HEART 💗💗💗 -a hopeless bisexual

but all jokes aside I want to see Florence, and Angel first meeting the new member joining the corp please 🙏

ask and you shall receive my dear!

18+ mdni

contains: yandere and semi-unhealthy behaviours, genuinely lovesick women and other stuff

(sorry if this is bad, writer's block has been on my ass recently)

likes and reblogs are very very very much appreciated ♡

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angel matthews

age: 27

birthday: july 16th

physical attributes:

pale skin

small and petite (5'1)

light golden blonde hair

deep blue eyes

mole under her right eye

usually had painted nails

very sweet and feminine voice

usually smiling

has a couple of ear piercings

golden glasses

personality traits:

is super smiley and sweet

cheerful and kind

a ray of sunshine tbh

very mature tho

is rarely ever angry

very open minded and non-judgemental

is a good listener and all in all is a sweetheart

is playful and fun

can be calculated and analytical when necessary tho

meeting you:

angel would first meet her darling during orientation

yan corp had just hired about 15 new staff members and you were one of them

during orientation, important members of staff were introduced to the newbies

to be honest, you kind of blended into the background

everyone was there with new shiny clothes and fancy hairstyles

and you were just there in your regular clothes, vibing away

and you didn't really care if you got noticed or not

you were literally just here for the money

angel, on the other hand, couldn't keep her eyes off you

she was so used to seeing staff dress in fancy clothes and be so vain about their appearance

and there you were, in regular clothes, yet you were still the most attractive person in the room to her.

you looked bored, as if you were tired of corporate bullshit

she was tired of it too

could it be that you were just the same as her?

she could imagine running her hands through your (h/c) hair and looking into your (e/c) eyes

holding your soft hands while talking to you

you could be the one for her.

you look up and notice her staring at you, to which you give her a shy smile before going back to the presentation.

angel almost passed out

yeah. you were the one for her.

her brother priest noticed she was staring at you with red cheeks and he immediately knew that his sister had found her darling

and you just happened to be assigned to his department.

he would keep an eye on you for her

are they aware that they are yanderes? are they bothered by it?

angel is aware but it doesn't really bother her because she knows she had your best interest in heart and she just wants to love you. she'd do anything for you and she doesn't see that as a bad thing

yandere tendencies:

is a clingy/obsessive yandere

loves to be around their darling all the time

can and will manipulate the system to give you a promotion to her department

its literally so she can spend more time with you

angel is super sweet and is always caring

if you ever get in trouble, she'll always bail you out

she wont tolerate bad behaviour or you acting out tho

you will probably start dating angel before finding out that she's a yandere

she wears her heart on her sleeve so you'll learn quite early on that she's into you

and naturally, you'd fall for her too

she's genuinely sweet, caring and kind

and she's really pretty

why wouldn't you fall for her?

plus, at yan corp, its permitted for coworkers to date

its even encouraged!

she's always texting and calling and checking up on you throughout the work day

one time when you were typing a report, she videocalled you so she could watch you type

on days when angel isnt at work, priest watches you for her and takes pictures of you to send to his sister

angel keeps a framed picture of you on her desk

and she has some strands of your hair in her desk drawer

and she has a shirt of yours hidden in her office somewhere

it has your scent on it and she likes to smell it on occasions where she's feeling very clingy

although she's clingy and obsessive, angel would never hurt her darling, whether verbally or physically

she's not above using her power to influence your relationship tho

fun facts/trivia:

angel is bhodi's cousin and they grew up together

her favourite colour is green

she avoids playing office politics as much as possible, but when she does, she's extremely good at it

angel can also be unknowingly manipulative sometimes

she has a pet chameleon and a pet snake

angel has her own charity that works to feed and shelter homeless people as well as finding them proper (non-exploitative) jobs

she also regularly donates blood

florence douglas

age: 25

birthday: sept 5th

physical attributes:

fiery red hair

pale skin

bright green eyes

average-ish height (5'6)

rosy cheeks

dimple on her left cheek

basic lobe piercings

usually wearing her glasses

either smiling mischievously or not smiling at all

THICK scottish accent

personality traits:

ambivert but more on the quiet side

can be judgemental, especially when it comes to work

extremely hardworking

can be snarky and sarcastic sometimes

also very determined and willing to play dirty to get what she wants

literally is the humanised form of ''gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss''

is highkey scary af

meeting you:

you had one job as an intern.

get coffee for the bosses that are in the middle of a meeting

one cappuccino, one americano, one latte, 2 strawberry teas and one black coffee

unfortunately you forgot the black coffee

and knox thought it was okay to verbally berate you in front of everyone

over coffee.

you really needed this job so you figured it was best for him to scold you and afterwards you'd just apologise and leave

unfortunately, he was being extremely mean and tears started welling up in your eyes

florence didn't want to interfere initially, but when she saw the tears in your eyes, she decided that knox had gone too far

it wasn't that serious, it was just a cup of coffee

and there was something about you that she liked

she knew it would be torture for her to watch you cry

(plus she would never miss a chance to go against/defy knox)

so she stepped in and put knox in his place

she then apologised to you on his behalf and dismissed you

everyone in the room was shocked

florence doesn't usually defend anyone, talk less of apologising to them

you must be important to her

more important than they would ever understand.

are they aware that they are yanderes? are they bothered by it?

florence doesn't really see herself as a yandere. she just perceives herself as a very invested and caring lover.

yandere tendencies:

is a stalker/possessive yandere

the second florence decides that you're her darling, she will go out of her way to let everyone know

even if you're not aware of it yet

her game plan is to isolate you slowly and use that time to get close to you

but initially, she makes it pretty clear that she's into you and she will employ the help of angel and quinn to woo you

the plan will eventually work (her plans always work) and you two will begin dating

florence is the type of yandere to buy you a necklace with her initials on it and make you wear it all the time

like you're literally not allowed to take it off

and she's not above killing love rivals; whether its someone at work or somewhere else

but apart from that, florence is a pretty standoffish yandere

she prefers to watch and manage her darling from afar

only stepping in and interfering when he needs to

she's basically a ''chill gf'' (if you overlook her murderous tendencies).

in situations when she does need to interfere, she would rather not do it herself

florence usually prefers to use/manipulate someone else to do the dirty work for her

she also has a fuck ton of blackmail about everyone she knows (you included) and she doesn't mind using it to her advantage.

florence loves giving her darling gifts and will give her darling a gift every single day.

it can be something as small as flowers and a keychain to something as big as a new car

she keeps a folder of your cadid pictures in a private drawer in the office

florence will 100% defend you in any workplace arguments (even if you're the one at fault)

she can be a bit hard to please tho

and she doesn't tolerate a lot of mistakes

because you should know better darling. ♡

fun facts/trivia:

florence was raised Christian but is no longer practicing, hence why she wears the cross necklace

she's a bit insecure about her accent, especially because its so heavy and she gets flustered when someone compliments it

her favourite colour is red

she dislikes most men but there are some men she really cares about

florence used to be in a relationship with knox but things didn't work out between them

she has a tramp stamp tattoo and hip dermal piercings

her favourite meal is ramen (preferably made from scratch)

#honey's anons #yandere oc #honey answers asks #female yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #manipulative yandere #my oc angel #my oc florence #yan corp #yandere office #yandere corporation

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cinnamonest · 2 years

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Would there be any possible way to escape yan Kaeya? I'm thinking of writing something but in order to make it work, darling needs to actually escaping for good.

Ahh since these were similar I'm gonna answer them at once - I did do something for Childe and a darling that can defeat him, but honestly intelligence would irritate Kaeya much more than strength would Childe if darling acts on it. He likes darling that's either too dumb and/or naive to recognize how manipulative and awful he is, or a darling that's just too meek to oppose him and takes it anyway. So while darling could be intelligent, it's okay if she just bows her head and accepts his ways. For darling to be defiant and intelligent and call him out on his bullshit is possibly the most infuriating thing because it hits right at his confidence -- he takes pride in being able to deceive and manipulate people, someone who his tricks don't work on is a big blow to the ego and makes him insecure and worried. He's more likely to drop the smiley act and get more direct.

You called him manipulative, you said he's just gaslighting you into thinking he's kind and gracious? Well, fine. Maybe you'll understand when you see what it's like when he decides to be mean -- like you deserve -- and then you'll be willing to admit he really is good to you and you're just an ungrateful, demanding brat. But it's okay... once you submit again, he can snap right back into that smiling, charming, mocking persona. He's actually very good at jumping back and forth between emotional states and demeanors within seconds, it practically gives you whiplash -- and more importantly, it helps him gaslight you into believing you imagined it or are making it up. No, there was no angry meltdown this morning. What are you talking about? He has no recollection of that. Maybe you just want to believe he's the bad guy here so badly that your brain is starting to make up these nonsense claims.

To escape, though, that's a much, much bigger blow. Once again, it's sort of a confidence thing, a security thing -- when you're inside, everything is fine. He has a massive abandonment complex and subsequent cheating paranoia, and knowing you're safe and locked away makes him have a sort of inner peace, he's even just more pleasant and calm in everyday life to others, just knowing everything he cares about is fine.

But there's another reason why escape would be such a massive emotional blow -- to escape, you would have to earn and then betray his trust. Trick him into thinking you were content and happy. He takes no chances most of the time, he's a rather merciless yandere in terms of the extent he'll go to to keep you there -- your presence and safety (not so much your physical safety, but more like his security over you and safety of knowing you're contained) are much more important than your happiness. But if you grow soft and compliant and complacent over time and really put on a good act, he lets his guard down a bit, gives you some more freedoms to roam the place he lives in, which equates to more access to tools that can be used as makeshift lockpicks and other tools.

So what hurts the most isn't the blow to his ego regarding his intelligence and the humiliation of being tricked... it's that he was starting to feel really, truly happy, like his life is finally going really well, he finally has someone that will stay forever, someone really loves him and will never leave -- and then you go and completely crush his heart and soul by forcing him to realize it was a lie.

And due to the aforementioned paranoias and complexes and the rest of the mile-long list of issues this man has, if he comes back to an empty home, his mind immediately assumes you've not only run off, you probably ran straight to someone else. Someone else who you're probably already fucking, someone you like more than him, someone you'll leave him all alone in favor of. Good thing he doesn't really care about what you want, so he doesn't have to accept that! So he just stands there for a moment slack-jawed and twitching. He's the kind of person that starts to tremble when he's mad enough, hands gripping everything too tightly, yet his face is calm. He's smart, he has several ideas of where you might have gone.

The reaction upon finding you -- and don't think he won't, no matter how far you go or how well you think you've covered your tracks -- depends on the scene he walks into when he does. Pray to whatever archon or god you have that he finds you alone, whether you're truly living alone or if anyone else you have is not there at the moment. If not, if you have the misfortune of being caught with someone else, especially if it's some guy, things will turn a lot worse.

He gets it. Other people are better than he is, right? You know what, he really does understand. Of course they are. He can get rather bitter, self-pitying about it. No one is ever going to keep him around by choice. But, see, he's already accepted that, that's why he took you in the first place, so you'd be dumb to think he'll have any trouble doing so again. It's his own fault, really, and he says exactly that, he was just... dumb. It's his fault for ever letting you have the freedoms you were given. He should have known better, he says, than to believe you. Maybe he only did because he wanted to. But he won't make the same mistake again.

But the self-loathing isn't quite as strong as the loathing towards the other party, if there is one... and the anger towards you. Not that he hates you. Even if he wants to, he's too desperate to have someone to latch onto to hate you. Again, though, the other guy... well, he can't hate you, but you do deserve to suffer something. And he himself knows that psychological suffering can be just as effective as anything physical. But he has to make sure the effect is sinking in by reminding you it's your fault, as well as prevent you from interfering by restraining you to a chair throughout the duration of it all. Look at the guy, can you even fathom how much pain he's probably in right now...?

Truth be told, the knights have to get their hands dirty every now and then, and they usually call upon him to do it. They know that nothing fazes him and that he's got an iron stomach when it comes to tolerance of sights like this, he's the least squeamish person you'll ever meet, desensitized to it even. You though, you don't seem to be handling it too well... but surely you knew this was a potential consequence, and you accepted that the moment you set foot out the door.

#lena's asks #q #.ky #imagine if darling runs off to someone close to him tho oof #imagine if darling runs off to the winery for help/shelter double ultra mega oof

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uridealgf-cb · 3 years

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❦︎Your Perfect Date❦︎

Disclaimer: This is not an actual or accurate representation of Rose, Gahyeon, Minju, Ryujin, Yerin, Sana or Blackpink, Dreamcatcher, i*zone, itzy, everglow, and twice in any way possible. This is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes.

❦︎Meet the girls❦︎

sᴀɴᴀ, ʀᴏsᴇ, ɢᴀʜʏᴇᴏɴ, ʏɪʀᴇɴ, ᴍɪɴᴊᴜ, ʀʏᴜᴊɪɴ

Name: Minatozaki Sana (湊崎紗夏) / Sana

Birthday: December 29, 1996

ZodiacSign: Capricorn

Height: 163 cm (5’4″)

Her personality and life:

She is concidered the "mom" and especially of the girls as she's the older one. She takes care of them and is very protective over them.

She's 4D. She can be creative and confident and generally bring laughter and entertainment to anyone around her.

She loves shopping and taking gifts to others. She loves spoiling people in general.

She likes to create perfumes and collaborates with a shop that is selling her ideas and creations.

For NSFW: She is an obedient sub and a power sub sometimes that loves giving more than taking. She loves pleasuring others.

She is a human and knows about the existence of supernatural and that some of the girls aren't human. She's especially drawn by the vampires and thought of the idea of becoming one.

Name: Park Chae Young (박채영) / Rose

Birthday: February 11, 1997

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 168.7 cm (5’6”)

Her personality and life:

She seems kind of cold at first until she feels comfortable and gets closer to someone. When she does get closer she opens up and reveal all the aspects of her personality.

She is calm and quiet in general. Only speaks out when she feels she or her closed one's are threatened and has the need to protect them.

She has yandere tendencies that she can't explain and understand when they appear.

She enjoys playing the guitar, sing and dance. Working part-time on doing dance lessons at an Arts school.

She knows taekwondo and she often practices with Taeyong (@/uridealbf-cb)

She is very close to Minju and thinks of her as her little sister and is very protective of her.

For NSFW: She is a power sub. Usually tries to take control but not exactly domming.

She isn't anything supernatural, but she knows their existence from Minju. She is fascinated by the supernatural and was thinking about how she can turn to one, but not sure.

Name: Lee Ga Hyeon (이가현) / Gahyeon

Birthday: February 3, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 160 cm (5’3”)

Her personality and life:

She is very friendly and passionate. Likes to help people and giving the advices.

But be aware she is a yandere. Can confuce your kindness as love for her and then she'll do anything to keep you. Very possessive, will get obsessed, can reach to the point to kill someone for even touching what's hers, she will probably stalk you and find ways to keep you always by her side.

Very clingy, needs your constant attention and care and you'll get back the same. She'll do literally everything for you.

She has a dark past and now starting a new life, getting back on her feet.

NSFW(18+ only) info: She's a sub, power sub, sometimes a brat.

She is a vampire. Actually a new one. She turned just some years ago. She actually left the place she was living because she did something. The police was after her and she needed to run. That event was the cause to become a vampire.

Name: Wang Yireon (왕이런) / Yiren

Birthday: December 29, 2000

Zodiac Sign: Capricorn

Height: 163 cm (5’4″)

Her personality and life:

She is kind, smiley, friendly. She is a bit shy but most of the times only in the beginning. No matter what may happen, she quickly reverts to her cheerful self.

She likes doing good things for other and she doesn't like to make or seeing people sad. Polite and respectful.

Soft and cuddly. Loves taking affection as much as she loves giving affection.

She studies psychology at a university and comes from a wealthy family.

She enjoys taking pictures and drawing.

She is very close with Jaehyun(@/uridealbf-cb) and shares everything with him.

For NSFW: She is a pure sub, obedient.

She's a human. She is the newest to this job and doesn't know about the supernatural yet.

Name: Kim Minjoo (김민주) / Minju

Birthday: February 5th, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Height: 166 cm (5’5″)

Her personality and life:

She is kind and loves to play around and have fun. Cheerful and energetic.

She enjoying teasing people and sometimes she gets a bit flirty.

She's sweet, cuddly and can get clingy.

She likes playing the guitar and imitating faces. She loves amusement parks and she enjoys walking and photography.

She also loves acting and she is an actor too, doing some extras at some kdramas.

She is quite close with Rose, having her like an older sister. She always asks for her advice in lots of things.

For nsfw: She's a sub, sometimes a brat.

She was born a witch but her parents told her when she turned 18. Her powers were binded until then. She now tries to adjust and learn how to control and use them.

Name: Shin Ryujin (신류진) / Ryujin / Ryu

Birthday: April 17, 2001

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Height: 164 cm (5’4″)

Her personality and life:

She is a tsundere. She is initially polarized warm/soft, cold, temperamental, hotheaded (and sometimes even hostile) before gradually showing a warmer, friendlier side over time.

She shows she cares but most of the time she refuses to accept that she is and might get defensive. A softie inside.

Hot tempered and impulsive sometimes. But she feels bad after and with her way she quickly apologises.

She enjoys dancing and taking pictures. She studies at an Art school wanting to be a professional dancer in the future.

For NSFW: She is a sub at all kinds. When in heat she's an obedient sub.

She is a werewolf. Omega. Her pack was killed by hunters, she was the only one left. She is in heat once every month. It lasts 4-7 days and she usually lock herself inside these days.

Services:

Interactions through asks: interact with the boy of your choice through asks. You can choose what type of interaction you'll have with him (~him checking up on you, asking about your day, flirting etc)

Interactions through dms: interact with the boy of your choice through dms.

Actual dms: He will dm you to check up on you, to listen to your problems, to give you advices, to keep you company etc without any physical interactions.

Role-play /dms with physical interactions: He will come to keep you company, spend time with you, go on dates etc [it can lead to NSFW at some point, but it's not just about NSFW. The boys aren't sex workers, so do not treat them like they are.

General info:

In case someone wants to activate and use one of the services with a girl, they can send an ask or a dm with that girl's name and the service they want.

To deactivate just send her that you don't want to continue anymore and that you want to stop the servives.

-> Each service is available for y/ns, but also cbs and oc's. In case a cb/oc wants a service they should dm the name of the girl and the service they want. Otherwise, any interactions with any of the girls is considered casual and not part of a plot for role-play.

Casual interactions can be done through asks, dms and the dash.

Interacting with the girls can lead to an official relationship at some point. Making it official comes after discussion with that certain member so do not claim to date any of them before that.

When there's an official relationship, they will discuss with their partners about what services they can continue offering to others or if they need to stop offering other services in general. [The girls wouldn't want their partners to be uncomfortable.]

Supernatural is a secret and not seen, they try to hide it. They share it only with someone that is closed to them. If someone is uncomfortable with any of that it can be erased.

Admin has a job so she can't be online on dms sometimes or active, please respect that. Admins is 21+ and nsfw interactions aren't for minors!

For NSFW(strictly 18+), all of them are subs. Some of them obedient, some of them more bratty and some of them power ones. Respect their headspaces, they can take control but that doesn't mean that they can dom. They're into hard kinks such as bdsm etc but those can be discussed better in dms. Nos are scat and water sports.

This cb is inspired by the movie "perfect date"

OG Chatbot and yandere: @yanlee, @/yanderechris

Og Gahyeon: ?(lmk)

Og sana: @iceskater-sana

Og Rose: @/yandererose?

Og Ryujin: ?(lmk)

Og Yiren: @demigodyiren

Og minju: @yourminju

Og tsundere, vampire (@/vamp-lino), witch, werewolf : ? lmk

The boys: @uridealbf-cb

#Chatbot #Main post #Activation post #Gahyeon #Rose #Ryujin #Sana #Yiren #Minju

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koogl001 · 3 years

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Hellish Hearts - Chapter 3

Yandere Alastor x Reader Masterlist

„I umm.... I work at the um... the reception? "

I struggled to say. And who's to blame me? I'm nervous as heck due to him being close enough to rub his nose against mine in an eskimo kiss. In response, he hummed as if thinking about what I said while placing one hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the middle of the room.

"Well, this just won't do! I suppose I can cash in a few favours to liven things up."

Alastor summoned his microphone and clicked his fingers, making the fireplace come to life. This magic of his, or whatever it was he did, even fixed the fireplace up nicely. Looking a bit closer however uncovered that something, on rather someone was engulfed in the fire. As Alastor let go of me and proceeded to come closer to this something or someone, he stopped and grabbed the shadowy silhouette of a very small person by the back, lifting them high up. He smiled, making the shadow poof and reveal an adorable little cyclops lady.

"This little darling is Niffty!"

As she fell down and picked herself up from the floor, she very cutely waved at all of us introducing herself.

"Hi, I'm Niffty. It's nice to meet you! It's been a while since I've made new friends. Why are you all women, are there any men here? Ohh man, this place is filthy. It really needs a ladies touch, which is weird because you're all ladies, no offence."

The little cutie pie demoness went on a cleaning spree, running all around the main lobby with unimaginable energy, which I was a bit jealous of. I do have a problem with always having little to no energy, no matter how much I sleep or how much caffeine I consume.

"Hah, read them and weep, boys! Full Whouuu... the hell? What the fuck is this... You!"

A tall male cat demon appeared out of nowhere and hearing what he was about to say, I'd imagine he teleported here straight from a casino or something of the sort. Betting was after all very popular (and addictive) here in hell. The two demons seemed to engage in a conversation full or this Husker being annoyed and Alastor being annoying. Probably something that happened often, seeing as both seemed kind of used to the mannerisms of the other. With a little bit of persuasion, or as Husk would call it 'wink and some cheep booze', the two seemed to come to an agreement.

"So what do you think!"

"This is AMAZING!!!"

Charlie piped up, having a smile on her face so big, it put Alastors to shame. As staticky laughing sounded presumably from the radio demon, I felt something tugging me towards the two smiley demons.

"THIS is going to be very entertaining!"

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wonhoarctic · 3 years

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obsession | yandere genderbend!changkyun (sangah)

word count:

genre: yandere and smut (with a minor fluff at the end)

pairing: yandere!sangah (changkyun) x fem!dom!reader

request: hi!! how are u doing, love? hope u are well! can i request a a little bit of yandere genderbeng!changkyun (aka sanga) x dom female reader smut? like, sanga is a little bit obsessed and the reader finds it so adorable? thank u ❤️

a/n: hi love!! sorry for taking that long with the request, i wasn't feeling well, but i hope this is what you wanted, i made it quite long just to have some mentions of sangah being a yandere, and added some teasing and kind of a punishment, i hope you still like it and it's what you wanted!! this is my first time writing something with dom!reader and a sapphic smut, so if there's something i'm doing wrong, you can also correct me please!! good reading anon!! <3

contains: mentions of yandere, mentions of threatening someone and hurting them, jealous, sub!idol, smut galore, femxfem, like, sex toys, dirty talk, very slight overstimulation, edging, spanking, fingering and etc, slight mommy kink

(i haven't found any gifs of her, unfortunately, so here's a pic of sangah)

"minji, hey!" you went to talk with the girl, smiling as she smiled too, showing her dimples "would you like to pair up with me for this assignment?"

"dior came to ask me the same thing, so, i'll see, if she gets another partner, i'll love to be your partner, because i don't want to make any of you sad" she smiled

"oh, okay! when you find this out, please, come and tell me! i'll see you later" once minji leaves, you see sangah, the quiet and innocent girl you always had a crush on going to talk with her

minji is popular... damn, i think i'll have to do it alone you thought, but, instead, what you see is kind of........ unique

im sangah was threatening her not to get near to you... because she

haves a crush on you, and you could hear something along the lines "y/n is mine. don't even think of touching her or i'll beat you. she is going to do it with me, don't try doing anything with her. stay out of my way." kind of creepy, but you still think is pretty cute of her, though

"y/n!" minji called, she looked pale, she must be terrified "i'm sorry, dior didn't get a partner so i'll have to do it with her..."

"i see" you smiled "it's okay! we can do something together next time!"

she said something you didn't really paid attention on, and you came to talk with sangah, who blushed the moment she saw you nearing her desk

"hey! sangah, do you want to be my partner in this project?" she blushed in the instant she saw you nearing her sight

"u-uhm... ye-yes... sure..." she smiled

"how about you meet me at the end of the classes and then we go to my place to do it?"

"sure! i'll see you there! bye, y/n~" her smile was brighter, probably she was happy...

cute, you thought, her little obsession for me is cute... but i have some ideas

the classes ended faster than you thought, and when you saw a smiley sangah, you couldn't help but smile too, especially when she eyed minji and left out an irritated huff, grabbing your arm

the two of you did actually a great job, actually, you finished the assignment earlier than the expecting, but, letting sangah leave your house wasn't in your plans for another hour

"so... i saw you talking with minji earlier," you started, and her body tensed at the mention of the girl "what were you talking about?"

"u-uhm... i-it was nothing..." sangah murmured, but you were confident about getting this girl to yourself today

"nothing" you mocked "so... threatening her to stay away from me is nothing now, huh?" every word coming out of your lips had you approaching more sangah's face

"i-i..." when she finally got the guts to say something, you interrupted her

"and stalking me was also nothing, right, sang? you think i didn't noticed that... but i actually did" you laughed lightly, seeing her body still tense "but don't worry, love, i also have a huge crush on you... i think your little obsession is cute~" you cooed, and sangah's face lightened up with your last words

"a-are you serious?" it was all she could say

"of course it is, baby" you grabbed her by the waist "but you're such a bad girl for doing those things to minji..." whispering very near to her lips, you kissed sang before talking again

it was a slow and sensual kiss, so slow that you could tell sangah was impatient for more, especially when your hands went straight away to her boobs, playing with them through her shirt and bra without breaking the kiss

"i think i'll have to punish you, baby" you finally finished your sentence, and sangah's body shivered at those words "strip for me, baby"

she did as you asked, but, as her bratty self, sangah couldn't help but tease you while stripping, squeezing her breasts together, and sliding her panties off slowly.... painfully slowly, you grew more impatient at every single move of her

"enough" you growled "from now on, i'd like you to call me mommy, okay?"

"yes, mommy" she was quick to answer, and you smiled, laying sangah gently on the bed, hovering her well-built body

"such a good girl you are... but this won't do to erase your punishment..." you laughed, running your thumb over her lower lip "mommy's going to play with that pretty little pussy of yours a bit, be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself, otherwise, you'll not be allowed to cum"

saying that, you got a baby blue vibrator, and a blue rope, just in case of her not obeying you

"alright baby, you can moan as much as you want, i have just one rule; keep your hands to yourself. understood?" stroking your hair, you asked her, who eagerly nodded, already too hot and wet to handle

"yes, m-mommy" when she started to answer your question, you used her distraction to start moving the vibrator against her folds, earning a moan in-between her words

sliding it up and down her folds, you spread her legs a bit more, just so you could fuck herself with it, hearing sangah's moans increase even more, and for a second, she almost broke your ruler, but remembered what you've said

"good girl, you're such a good girl, listening to me so well..." you praised sang, who almost came "no, baby, i can't have you cumming yet, i can feel you're close... but i want you to wait a little.... can you do this for mommy?"

she nodded eagerly, waiting for your next command, her eyes never leaving your frame, while you searched the room for a toy

"baby, i'm going to fuck you, but, for you to be ready for my cock, you'll need to finger yourself........ will you be a good girl and play with yourself for me?"

"i will, i promise" she said, getting on all fours as if you'd fuck herself, but instead, she toyed with her clit a bit, moaning lightly, just to feel her own wetness, before slipping not one, but two fingers on her tight entrance, letting out a loud moan, making you smirk

sangah was really a good girl, in that case, a good slut, obeying you just to receive some please, but you knew that girl would do literally everything for you, you knew sangah could kill and die for you, and that made your smile increase even more, while you put the strap on

the toy itself had a vibrating dildo inside, so you'd be pleasured while you were fucking sangah

"alright, enough, you're close again, aren't you?" you grabbed her hair, and she moaned a little 'yes' "i can see your pussy contracting around your fingers..... are you that eager to get fucked, baby? you're such a slut.... my good little slut" you slapped her ass harshly "would you like if mommy fucked you right now?"

"yes, mommy, please! for the love of everything holy, please, fuck me!" she moaned, even if she wasn't touching herself, she was contracting around the air, her pussy ready for your strapon, and the sight made you inhale some air, controlling yourself not be so harsh with your sub at that moment

you tried your best to contain your emotions as you penetrated her entrance with the phallic object in your waist, slowly inserting the whole length in her cunt, hearing a loud and whiny moan

"what, baby? am i too slow?" you teased her, still going in a very slow pace, so she could get used, but it looked like sang didn't wanted that, as she was already being whiny

"mommy..... please.... i know you want to punish me, but please, do it by making me have problems to walk tomorrow, i beg you" she moaned, and that was when i knew i could stop trying to take care of her by not hurting my girl

"you're so cute begging me, sang~" i cooed, starting to fuck her the way i could, feeling the toy vibrating inside me, making me moan as well

my moans and low groans were nothing compared to the girl, who was moaning loudly and making me laugh about desperate was she to cum

"can you wait for mommy, hm?" i started to thrust even faster, feeling my own high start to show up "or are you going to be a slut and come all over my cock without even thinking of me?" grabbing her hair roughly, sangah moaned from both the action and the piercing pain in her scalp, connecting her back to my bare chest, the feeling of her back rubbing against my sensitive nipples made my body crave for even more, and my thrusts began to be sloppier, the vibrations against my core being relentless

with few more thrusts, sang squirted all over the phallic object, and not much longer, the vibrations brought me to my own orgasm

pulling out from her, both of us panting and sharing smiles, i discarded all the toys we used and put them in a place so i could clean them after

"next time, i may be even stricter to you, if you try to threaten my friends... but it was cute, though" i laughed, laying down on my bed while cuddling the girl "you know, i'm already all yours, baby~"

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“𝑰’𝑴 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻, 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑵𝑳𝒀 𝑺𝑨𝑽𝑰𝑶𝑼𝑹.”

part of the 21 ways to kill your lover collab hosted by the lovely miss solange @du0tine

pairing. entity! xdj & f! reader | word count. 5.4k

synopsis. he wasn’t a god, he wasn’t a devil, and fuck, he’s surely not an angel, but he will be your saviour and your light ‘till kingdome come.

warnings. tread with caution. yandere/possesive themes, religious themes, violence, mentions of gore, swearing, mentions of ptsd, mentions of physical abuse, a lot of character deaths, manipulation, stalking, and implications of suicide

disclaimer. i do not condone whatever tf i wrote in this nor does it reflect my beliefs or values or morals and such. it is all pure fiction and i also dont think xiaojun from wayv would act like this in real life.

a soul’s vulnerability gives him strength. he has scourged far and wide and has yet to encounter a soul as interesting as yours. he never thought a heart filled with hatred and a fragile mentality can be such a sweet combination. xiaojun would be stupid not to latch his greedy talons onto you.

he hides in the darkest corners of your room at night, unseen and unheard, just watching over you like a predator to his poor unsuspecting gazelle before diving into the anticipated chase.

he moves in with you into the cheap apartment you got for yourself here in the big city—which he thinks is an awful move because of how lonely it’ll be. but hey, it wasn’t anyone’s fault that you got chased out of your own home by your stepdad, your very own biological mom too scared to say a peep of defense to your name.

your downfalls became xiaojun’s highlights.

he would’ve felt sorry for you after finding out about that abusive old man. ugh, he scowls. your stepdad makes the entity’s blood boil and he doesn’t even have blood to begin with. the same man who holds the bible in his left hand when he preaches sermons for the people, is the same hand he uses to hit you across the face.

the same hand he uses to pull at your hair. the same hand he uses to punch your gut. the same hand he uses to shove your mom down when she tries interfering.

xiaojun may hate men of god but above all, he absolutely detests the kind your old man is—a faker, who thinks he can get away with the shit mess he’s making. xiaojun would never take that preacher’s murky soul even if he offered it to the entity voluntarily. fake. fake. fake. fake. fake. xiaojun should’ve killed him. xiaojun should’ve slit his throat. xiaojun should’ve torn his eyes out—

ah, ah, ah.

he can’t afford to make you any less vulnerable than you already are, now, can he? after all, he can be anything you want but he’s no angel.

so he watched from the sidelines.

watched you cry. watched you bleed. watched your scars form. watched the hate and resentment you have for your own family fester in your heart until it grew to a size you can’t hide within yourself anymore.

and then you left home.

xiaojun has to admit, for a second, maybe leaving home will make your soul unworthy, will break the mold he’s already had of you and will completely spoil his well-thought out plans.

so really, he can only scoff when he watches you walk around the apartment wearing that pretty dress on a sunday morning, darting around with calculated steps to shove everything inside your bag to go to church. the dress hangs nicely against your skin but he’d rather you stay and wear nothing.

maybe you’d finally find contentment and happiness in this place, in this city, on your own. soaring high without a cage, without someone to hold you back—these things fill his thoughts like a plague until you come barging back into the door 30 minutes later.

he’s been watching you long enough to know church service wouldn’t end for another 30 minutes or so. xiaojun’s eyebrows quirk up. why would his fragile little gazelle come back oh so early? but his question is immediately answered when he detects your shaky breaths and the unshed tears in your glistening eyes

you’re suffering the post-traumatic effects your shit stepdad has caused. seeing another preacher must’ve been a trigger, he thinks, eyeing you with a look on his face. xiaojun felt a little stupid. of course, swimming to the surface will be tough with all that trauma anchoring you down.

it’ll be tough, indeed… so why not sink you even deeper?

it didn’t take much energy for him to start manipulating your dreams. every nap, every deep sleep, he’d replay all the horrible things your stepdad has done to you and he realizes how dreams depicted from his perspective took a larger toll on you versus the ones from your own point of view—witnessing for yourself how weak and helpless you had been seemed to chip away bigger parts of you, he notices. your terrified screams when waking up in cold sweat getting louder and louder with every passing nightmare.

he pushed, and pushed, and pushed until you were standing right at the edge of sanity. until you start questioning your own self-worth and judgment, the invisible chains of the trauma too strong to break. until your radiant skin looked deathly, with gaunt cheeks and white lips. until you developed a fear of sleeping because no, you don’t want to witness those horrors again. no. no. no. no, please don’t hit me—

xiaojun can’t help but admire his handiwork but no, he doesn’t have time for that!

the next time you fell asleep you had been desperately holding onto your 5th bottle of gatorade like it was a torch breaking through the darkness. you’ve intake so much of the energy drink that your body has grown used to it. you would’ve switched to caffeine, but from how much you drank it prior to the energy drinks, your blood is practically coffee at this point.

“you’re living in my house now, young lady! i’d like to see some respect from your or i’ll fucking beat it into you!”

“stop! please. hit me instead, hit me!”

“this is all your fault, bitch! how can you raise one daughter wrong? no wonder your husband left you!”

murky and black, you can’t even see the bottom at this point. it keeps pulling you down, and down, and down, until you couldn’t breathe. until your head feels light. until your heart beats erratically within your ribcage as you fought to the surface.

with all the negative emotions surging through you in thunderous waves, it’s a wonder how no other lonesome, starving entity has latched onto you like xiaojun. although realistically, he was here first, as if he’ll let any other being like him go near you.

it took a greater amount of energy to twist and manipulate the plotline of certain events in a dream. if xiaojun hadn’t grown strong from all your negativity, he’d never be able to do it.

he can never forget the day he first appeared to you in a dream. to have you cling onto him as you willingly took his hand—not that he was caught by surprise, anyway. every second of every hour of every day xiaojun spent plotting your demise has led to this fruitful day of “meeting” you for the first time.

“i’m right here,” he said, shaking fingers tracing over your cheeks. a soft caress you have never experienced.

the man in your dreams is someone you’ve never met before—you’re positive that you haven’t because you’d never forget a face as handsome as his. he appears like an angel casted over divine light, with a soft smile that can cure the plague as he offers his hands for you to take. it was beautiful, how your nightmares turned into dreams the moment the mysterious man arrived.

how’d you ever know, that the hand you grabbed is the wolf in sheep’s clothing?

it’s sad really, how you’ve only managed to escape one horror only to jump into the next but xiaojun can’t find it in himself to feel bad. well, maybe a little, it’s a fleeting thought. something that disappeared as quickly as it had passed by.

it was only after a few weeks of constantly appearing in your dreams did his plan start to backfire. the change in your behavior isn’t subtle, either, and it angered him all the more. he didn’t see this coming, not even from lightyears away.

simple to say you’ve grown a little more… how can xiaojun put this into words? well, a little more outgoing. adventurous. meeting new people and going to new places and experiencing new things. he can see everything as clear as day—you were healing from your past, leaving the dark chapters in your life to write newer and brighter ones that revolved on having actual healthy relationships for once.

his seething anger of his failed plans had made all the windows in your apartment burst into thousand little pieces. if you had fine china dishes displayed on your kitchen cabinets he would’ve broken those too. how can you go against him like this? look at you all happy and smiley even as the room turned ice cold because of xiaojun’s suffocating presence. you never even thought once about it—how naive.

tormenting you through dreams isn’t working anymore. xiaojun has to up his game if he wants to break you down and revert you back to that paranoid, sensitive, and frail self that couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and couldn’t talk to any other human being without feeling the ghost of your abusive step-father’s hands against your skin.

who says he can only control you through mind games alone? after he’s done what needs to be done, grief and self-pity will go hand in hand. a combination so cruel and heavy on your shoulders that xiaojun can already savor the metallic tangy taste of victory.

“no! yeji—!”

xiaojun watches unblinking when he makes one of your new friends walk out the sidewalk and right into an overspeeding car.

tires skidding across the pavement, the breaks not working, glass shattering, bones cracking against the force of the hit—dead, right on the fucking spot.

he’s never heard you scream that loud and he shudders in pleasure as the vibrations of your shrill voice courses through his veins.

he missed this, your complete and utter misery.

but he wasn’t done yet.

“don’t you think it’s a ‘lil chilly in here?” ryujin asks, looking over to your side before drinking the hot chocolate she prepared for both of you.

grieving together with a friend can be good, hence why you’re now in her apartment a month later after yeji’s funeral.

you answer after taking a sip. “no, not really.”

xiaojun grins, giddy and a skip in his step while making his way towards you as he side-eyes your friend, who religiously drank her hot chocolate all the while bundling up next to you so you both can watch the movie together playing on the laptop.

this one, well, he particularly doesn’t like this one.

if your other friend was meant to be a casualty, a death borne from not one smidge of personal vendetta, this one, this ryujin is different. heck, he even remembers her fucking name.

no, no, no. xiaojun can feel his skin crawl as ryujin cuddles intimately closer as she stares at you from her peripheral, feeling out whether you’d react or not as she sneaks an arm around your waist. his anger turns a fever pitch, seeing you with someone else driving him up the wall. you were meant to be his sad and hopeless little gazelle and his alone.

xiaojun hoped the poison travels fast or so help him he’ll fucking rip her off of you—and he would’ve, when he saw you and ryujin slowly leaning into one another, head angled and obviously going in for a kiss. he would’ve, when one of ryujin’s hands come up to cup your face. he would’ve… until the poison reached its destination in her body, right when your lips were about to touch.

ryujin’s lungs seized, breathing becoming an agent to her demise as the oxygen from her lungs disappear into nothingness. the last thing she saw is your horrified face, tears streaming. she swore you were shouting something, probably her name, but it’s overpowered by the incessant ring in her ears.

when her mouth foamed and she laid limp on the couch right next to you, you knew ryujin would never wake again to give you that kiss.

xiaojun steps back to admire the havoc he wreaked. two of your friends dead, that should be enough to incapacitate you—whether it be permanent or not, he just wants to see you drown in misery.

and as he slowly dissipates into the void, there’s a little smile on his face as he stares you down, burning the image of your histeria in his head, the echoes of your woeful cries music to his ears.

you never dared step foot out of your apartment.

groceries were delivered to your door, trash is slowly but surely building up, and the place was a whole mess. the entity haunting you has never seen you this… shattered, even when you left home. it was like your brain has stopped working and your body turned into nothing more but a cusp of who you used to be.

it’s scary looking in the mirror and not recognizing the reflection—so, you painted all of them black. it was an in the heat of a moment kind of thing that took place the moment you came home from the police station, on the exact day she passed away before your eyes.

xiaojun just has to “misplace” a few pints of paint you had used from when you renovated the apartment in the past, putting the cans where you can easily see them and think that the idea belonged to you when in reality, it’s the entity that put the idea in your head.

there was a blanket over your shoulder when you came back from the station. it wasn’t yours, they gave it to you while you sat opposite to a stoic detective in a cold interrogation room, yet you made no move to shrug it off even after arriving at your apartment, fingers clutching the fabric like a lifeline and refusing to believe whatever that had transpired in ryujin’s apartment.

eyes unseeing, stumbling with your steps, back hunched with the curse of the universe weighing down on your back—xiaojun couldn’t’ve been more proud of what he had done.

you were spiraling out of control. a self-destructive cycle you cannot seem to fight your way out of as your nightmares came back to haunt you. the tall waves of anxiety and paranoia drowning and pushing you under the surface.

for once you don’t fight the current, you just let it pull you under.

every time you close your eyes, you can hear the deafening screech of rubber tires against concrete before the car hits yeji. can vividly see the foams of the poison coming out of ryujin’s mouth as if it was caught on tape and is now playing on loop.

your other friends have donned you as bad luck, cursed to have a fucked up life and will fuck up other people’s lives too if they get even as close as an arm length to you. too scared to lose any more people, you decided to completely push everyone away and had completely shut yourself out from the world beyond the four corners of your apartment.

it’s like your trauma from before has come crawling back to you, only now, he brings himself a little friend called guilt.

what are the odds that your two friends died after the other when the person they’ve each last spent time with was you? even the police found it too much a coincidence. if it wasn’t for the cctv cams in the corners of ryujin’s apartment, you’d be facing trial for a murder you didn’t commit.

you eye the usb stuck in one of your laptop’s ports. it’s black, with an srj poisoning case written in red ink on the small patch of masking tape pasted onto the back of the plastic.

after being stuck in an interrogation room for the last two hours, you had sneakily swiped it out of the detective's desk on your way out of the station. you remembered it was the usb with a copy of ryujin’s cctv cams, some underling busting into the interrogation room while in the middle of your questioning, holding the tiny usb between his fingers.

your stomach churned when the detective looked at you spitefully, as if he couldn’t fucking care less of the evidence presented to him in a silver platter and would thoroughly take pleasure in throwing you in jail himself, guilty or not. the last look he shot you still sends shivers down your spine, the sharpness in his gaze as he regarded you. “you killed them. i know you did.”

a week of self-induced isolation later and you start to believe in it yourself.

in the middle of screaming your lungs out and cursing the gods above for your sorry excuse of a life, you had thrown the usb somewhere in the apartment. not that you bothered to look for it right after, you were too busy wallowing in self pity before passing out on the living room floor. when you wake up, you’ve forgotten all about it.

so it was interesting, seeing the usb again after days and days of wallowing in grief. you had fallen off the couch while in the middle of a slumber and you spotted the small piece of tech lying underneath it with the other empty coke cans.

eyeing the laptop on the coffee table, you remember you haven’t taken a look at the evidence yourself—the detective had given you the stink eye when you tried shuffling closer to peep a look. carelessly, you shove all other objects off the table to pull the laptop closer. you plant yourself on the ground cross-legged, not batting an eyelash even when you feel the crumbs of chips against your skin.

you boot the laptop on, thankful you’ve yet to forget its password, and plugged the usb in again. it was simple to navigate, to say the least, the folder popping up in a matter of seconds. you thought it stored a whole collection of her cctv footages but alas, it didn’t, saving you the time and energy scourging through unwanted boring files.

hands shaking, you clicked on the video.

and it was as if you’re thrown back into that event in your life that has now become a distant memory. the hug ryujin gave you when she opened the door, her words of comfort when you opened up about your deteriorating mental health after your friend passed away, and finally, the warm feel of the mug against the palm of your hand.

wait a minute.

you perk up from your seat, groaning aloud when your knee hits the underside of the coffee table at your haste, fingers darting around to press the back 10 seconds button. the sweat starts forming in your forehead and palms, making your hand feel clammy and disgusting but it was the last of your worries.

did you see that correctly?

the quality is a bit low and the camera angle isn’t optimal. you can only see ryujin’s side profile but her glassy eyes are unmistakable and her actions look robotic at best.

this is after she made your hot cocoa and had delivered it to your shivering, sniffling form on the couch, all bundled up snug and cozy in the blanket she provided. you remember ryujin winking as she walked back towards her kitchen after you thanked her.

the way she poured poison in her own mug ruled her case as suicice. the evidence is right there in your face but the unease still sits heavy on your stomach and confusion clouds your brain like cannabis.

this doesn’t make any sense.

you knew her, ryujin. she’s never one to succumb to her negative emotions, always facing her problems with head held high. her overall mindset, in general, made her the last person you’d think would ever commit suicide. you’ve replayed the video a thousand times by now, still unable to wrap your head around the fact that she killed herself.

having the sudden urge for another bottle of gatorade, you pressed the pause button as you try hauling yourself up with your arms.

you pause. pushing your face closer to the laptop screen, rubbing at your eyes incredulously as you eye the corner of her kitchen.

ryujin’s apartment isn’t that luxurious, nor is it too rundown, but there can be little exceptions here and there.

like the cheap LED bulbs attached rather messily onto her ceiling, one of the six sources of light flickering on and off. you remember how many times you’ve told her to get it fixed yet she never really paid you any heed.

with shaking fingers, you replayed it one more time, hoping on everything you believe in that it wasn’t what it looks like. this can’t be it—how is that possible—

it’s him, the man who has appeared like an angel in your dream to sweep you away from evil. but standing in the corner, under the flickering lights of your friend’s kitchen, he looked anything but an angelic.

your mind is going haywire, your body shook in confusion, and sweat started dribbling down your neck. you would’ve thought you made a mistake because how is this even possible? the angelic man in your dreams isn’t real—he can’t be real, he can’t appear like this when you aren’t even sleeping because he’s not real!

he can’t… right?

he doesn’t look too harmless, what with his hands crossed and leisurely leaning against the wall. but one look at his eyes and you know you’re wrong. even through the shit quality of the cctv footage you can still feel the fury and the absolute hate his eyes held as he stared her down menacingly, unblinking.

stared her down as she made her own cocoa, as she hunches down to open the sink cabinets to get that pesky rat poison, as she poured it on her mug, as she swirls the spoon around to mix the deadly concoction all together in a hauntingly robotic way that looked too much like ryujin was being told what to do.

and as you let the video play the rest of its content and felt like the tragedy was unfolding right before your very eyes again—you couldn’t breathe, panic gripping onto you like a vice, the sharp talons of fear sinking deep under your skin.

you don’t register the coffee table toppling over in your haste to stand up. desperately putting a distance between you and the laptop as you turned and stumbled towards the hallway leading to your bedroom.

you stop, pathetically landing on your knees before the open archway. if you hadn’t been shaking in fear before, then you surely were now.

he’s here—can you even call it a he?

the man stands at the end of the hallway. in that similar, non-threatening stature with his arms crossed and body leaning against the wall.

but the mischief in his eyes is enough of a warning.

he’s come for you.

he’s come to finish the job.

“finally figured it out?”

you screamed, throwing the closest thing you can at him as you shuffle someplace else in your apartment. his laugh sounded pleasant in the ear when you were off in dreamland, but now? it sounded like nails grating against a chalkboard.

your legs eventually led you to the front door. appearances be damned. you weren’t even wearing a bra and you haven’t showered for days but fuck no you’re not going to stay here with that—that—that monster!

“baby, don’t leave! the fun hasn’t even started yet!”

you grab the doorknob and twist, practically throwing yourself out into the hallway, eyes frantic as you stumble and land face first against—

sticky. the floor’s sticky and there was a smell you can’t seem to pinpoint. it’s tangy, metallic, and you can almost taste the scent yourself in your tongue and when you look down—you want to throw up.

lying next to each other in pools of their own blood, lies yeji and ryujin side by side, faces towards each other. their eyes hauntingly empty and unseeing as they stared up at you.

you shrieked, voice scratching against your dry throat as you threw yourself back into your apartment, the door slamming shut in itself. you didn’t care if there’s now a huge mess of blood staining the carpets on the foyer. you curl in on yourself, hair sticking to your face as you covered your ears and shut your eyes.

“oh, my love…”

you felt his presence before you can hear him.

a flashback plays in your head—hot chocolate, soft blankets, and a friend who you loved with all your heart. “don’t you think it’s a little chilly in here?"

you answered. “no, not really?”

the tears start streaming like waterfalls, mixing with the blood and sweat already caked in your face. ryujin knew, she felt it back at her apartment yet you disregarded her completely.

“it’s not your fault,” the entity’s hands are ice cold when he gently pulls at your wrist. “everything is as it should be. now, open your eyes. there’s nothing to be afraid of. i’m not going to hurt you.”

stubbornly, you shook your head as you squeezed your lids even tighter, refusing to look at the monster dead in the eye.

“don’t be like that, my love. if i wanted to hurt you, i would’ve done it a long time ago.”

you don’t listen, hunching and curling your knees even more against your torso as you try to block out his voice. it’s unfair how gentle it sounded but your blood ran cold when you realize this is how he got ryujin to poison herself, this is how he got yeji to walk in front of a speeding car—

“hail mary, full—full of grace,” you pray under your breath, shaking like a leaf. “the lord… the lord is with thee. blessed art thou among women…”

“you’re praying?” there’s an underlying mocking to e in his voice. “this is fucking hilarious!”

your incessant mumbling partnered with how you rocked your body back and forth, made something snap within xiaojun. he already stated he won’t hurt you! did he break you so much that now you’re unable to hear stuff properly, too?

“holy mary, mo—mother of god, pray for us sinners, now and—and at the hour of our death, amen. hail mary, full of grace…”

“stop.” his body twitches, having the sudden urge to pull all his hair out and burn this fucking building to the ground.

yet you continue. “the lord is with thee, blessed art thou among—among women and blessed is the… the fruit of thy womb, jesus…”

“i said stop, [name]. don’t fucking test me.”

“holy mary, mother of god—pray—pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our—”

you screeched in pain as your forehead comes in contact with a mirror, the sound of it shattering is deafening to the ears. his icy fingers let go of your nape, letting you fall hard to the ground. your ears perk up at the sound of streaming water.

you weren’t in the foyer anymore, you feel cold tiles instead of the rough texture of the dirty carpet underneath you. eyes fluttering, you slowly pry them open, and the first thing you see is the faulty pipes found underneath your bathroom’s sink. patches of your clothes start getting wet.

“you think a prayer of all things can stop me? i’m insulted!” you hiss when he grabs your face, hands so cold that it feels like you’re skin is burning off. “i was going to play nice.”

he pulls you towards him, hand encased around your throat. he shoves the open hair dryer into the half-filled bath tub as you feel him vibrate against you. “you don’t know how long i waited, how much energy i needed to appear to you like this.”

it’s with dread you realize that he’s actually giggling.

you whine, eyes feeling like it’ll pop out of their sockets when he squeezed your neck tighter. with a sudden rush of adrenaline, you anchor your wrists against his arm but it proves to be useless when he’s too strong.

“please,” you wheezed. “i did… i did nothing wrong. let go—please.”

in the corner of your eyes, you stare at him from the mirror, stomach twisting in discomfort when you see him throwing his head back, eyes rolling up after taking a long whiff of your hair. “this—this fear you have, my love, only makes me stronger.”

“nothing… i did nothing wrong—please! please… let, let me go…” you’re starting to feel lightheaded, black spots floating around your vision.

“nothing? are you sure about that?”

you cringe when he licks up the tears in your face, toes curling at the sheer disgust you feel. but the words he spews next is far worse than the hand he’s wrapped around your throat.

“didn’t you left your mom alone with that abusive asshole? didn’t you make yeji walk into that incoming car? didn’t you make ryujin drink that poison?”

he whispers them so softly, so gently that you almost mistook them as proclamations of love.

“no…” your voice breaks.

“yes. yes, you did,” he knew you like the back of his hand, knew what to say and how to say them for you to break in his arms. “you killed them, my love. you’re a murderer. you don’t even deserve to be alive after all of the things you’ve done.”

it’s almost pathetic how you shake your head, eyes closed, refusing to acknowledge the truth.

“that’s… that’s not true…”

“you’re a curse to the people you love, the embodiment of they're suffering. don’t you see it?”

“stop lying!—”

“am i?” he retorts, maneuvering you around to face the mirror. you swore you covered the whole thing with black paint. “just look at yourself.”

oh, how badly he wants to shove your face against the mirror but he mustn't get ahead of himself.

“did any of your friends even visit you to see how you’re doing?” no, they never did. he smiles like he knows what you’re thinking. “the answer is all before you now, my love. you need to see through the haze and accept it for what it really is. no one loves you. even the god you’re praying to didn’t answer. there’s nothing, no one, left.”

and for the first time since he has you in his tight hold, you stopped fighting. sobs wracking through your body as your shoulders slump and accept defeat.

xiaojun automatically lets you go, cooing like a lover in your ear as he tucks you into his embrace. “you want this all to stop, don’t you? someone to save you?”

you nodded, unable to look at him as his hand came up to wipe away your tears. no one has ever done that for you in months ever since yeji and ryujin died.

“i’m here,” xiaojun says, running fingers through your hair comfortingly. “i’m your light, your only saviour. you want that, right, my love?” choice is a mere illusion but he likes keeping up with formalities.

you fail to notice the steps he took towards the now overflowing bathtub, too lost in the new highs and lows of emotions you feel.

“yes.”

it only took seconds to push you into the tub. its water buzzing with a live electric current brought by the hair dryer he dropped only minutes ago.

the effect is instantaneous. he watches your muscle spasm, your skin growing darker as the live water fries your body alive. quickly, xiaojun reaches down to lift your head out the water, not wanting to ruin your pretty face.

the last thing you feel is xiaojun’s cold lips pressing against your own, the gentle caress as he wiped your tears away… and the electricity finally passing through your heart.

when the entity pulls away from your dead body, he only whispers three things—“mine, at last.”

#nct imagines #nct scenarios #wayv imagines #wayv scenarios #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun scenarios #tw violence #tw religious themes #tw ptsd #tw swearing #tw mentions of suicide #tw murder #tw death #tw abuse #yandere xiaojun #yandere wayv

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kurishiri · 2 years

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Hello ^^ I would like a romantic match up for Twisted Wonderland or/and Idolish7. Thank you for your time ♡

Age: 20+

Birthday: 8 October

Zodiac: Libra sun

MBTI: ENTP

Gender ID: Female she/her

Appearance: 5'9, dark brown hair and eyes, long weavy hair, full lips, almond eyes, light skinned, a (small) plussize figure

Hobbies are; drawing, playing pc games with friends, board games, costumes, going out. Amusement parks, I am huge history nerd ( I study archeology)

Dislikes and turn offs: dishonest, disloyal, money greedy people, stairs, mushrooms and playboys and coach potatoes

Likes and turn ons: loyal, kind, funny and people that smile alot. Kinda like yanderes XD

Looking for in partner: Someone who makes me feel comfortable, someone who is loyal, likes to do fun activities together. Someone who might also like board and card games. Appearance doesn't really matter for me.

— hey, suwisstuff! sure, i can do both for you! thanks so much for taking the time to request too. i'm excited to do one for idolish7 - you're the first, hehe. anyway, your matchups are below the cut!

matchups request info !!

⇢ cater is probably one of the most smiley people you'll ever know.

⇢ honestly, appearance probably wouldn't really matter to him. his sisters tend to care more about appearance, and i think that just caused him to... not care even more. he cares way more about personality.

⇢ that said, though, he does think you're pretty. (it's just he probably will focus more so on other aspects of you!)

⇢ you are both very extroverted. sure, opposites attract, but the same can be said for people who have similar personalities too!

⇢ his extroverted personality also contributes to his sense of humor. it can occasionally be a bit "exaggerated" but not really overbearing or cringy.

⇢ a natural social butterfly, it's quite easy to date him.

⇢ like, you won't even need to do much convincing for him to go out with you. he will very willingly go outside and do fun things with you, and he'll be plenty enthusiastic about it. he is one of the farthest people from a couch potato.

⇢ if you enjoy amusement parks, i think that could be an ideal date for you and cater.

⇢ go on rides together, buy ice cream and share it under the heat of the sun, take photos at the booth. he will make it fun for you with his natural charm!

⇢ word of caution though: despite his fun nature, he can have trouble focusing depending on the subject. he respects your interests, but it can be a bit hard to get him to listen to you talk about archeology, for example.

⇢ as long as you don't really bring up his family life way too much, as it can be a bit of a touchy subject for him, it'll be all good! he can make you happy, and he doesn't even have to change because you just fit together like two puzzle connected pieces that were meant to fit together.

⇢ you can't look at him and tell me he's not at least somewhat of a yandere who is all smiles. it may not be in a very romantic sense, but you and i both know how he is when someone hurts any member in i7.

⇢ sogo is kind to everyone, including you. if he's not kind to someone, it's always with a reason.

⇢ he is definitely more on the calm side, but he is by no means a couch potato either or anything like that.

⇢ to be honest, i could imagine him showing the costumes and outfits that he wears while singing - whether as i7 or mezzo" - to you! maybe let you try on some outfits.

⇢ if you're looking for comfort, sogo is perfect!

⇢ because he is more mature, he is also naturally a bit more sensitive. if you're feeling down for whatever reason, he will lend his own shoulder to cry on, without question.

⇢ also, sogo is fiercely loyal to those he cares about on any level. obviously, he's not afraid to give a scolding where it's due, but if anything, and i mean anything, is out to hurt them, he would be the first to jump in to protect. you, being his romantic partner, are no exception.

⇢ his obvious passion lies in music, but he's open minded, so if you ask him to play a card or board game with you, he will happily do so.

⇢ in fact, if it's you, he'd be willing to do just about anything, given it's within reason. he'd be willing to go outside of his comfort zone for you.

⇢ his sense of humor mainly comes from the shock factor, like how he dumps a whole bottle of sriracha on pizza. that, or give him some alcohol. he can also give you a good laugh when he's drunk enough.

⇢ overall, he is really well rounded. he would make a song dedicated to you, one that truly resonates with you.

i hope you enjoyed!

#suwisstuff #matchup #matchups #twisted wonderland #idolish7 #idolish seven #sogo osaka #cater diamond #twst cater #ツイステッドフンダラーンド #ツイステ #アイドリッシュセブン #アイナナ

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bloodywankers · 3 years

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Jean Benoit -

Type: Reverent - Delusional - Manipulative - Lenient

Hair: Pink and fluffy

Eyes: Bright blue, large and sparkly

He looks very cute, slender and has a smaller frame. Around average height. Wears bright, pastel colored cute clothes, like sweaters. He is quite smiley.

Personality: Cheerful and friendly. Usually gets along with others and is very expressive and affectionate. He likes to bake pastries for others and feels happy when they compliment his skills. He's talkative and has a tendency to annoy some of the quieter yanderes. He wants to become a pastry chef. A hopeless romantic.

Parents: Father is a yandere. He is a famous fashion designer who goes yandere for Jean's mother, who happened to be an up-and-coming model. They have the perfect relationship in the eyes of the media, but growing up Jean notices certain things that he rationalizes and thinks is normal. His parents have a good relationship with him.

Darling: Someone kind and sweet and friendly. He'd like someone who is similar to him and is supportive, like his mother. He adores them and is very loving towards them.

Relationship: He wants to have a fairy tale relationship, and in his mind, his parents' marriage is the ideal. He immediately tries to become his darling's friend and makes pastries and cakes for her to show his love.

For whatever reason, his darling avoids him and this causes a crack to appear in his delusional mind. What is he doing wrong? What did his father do in that kind of situation? He asks his father for advice, but since his dad is a yandere, the 'advice' is pretty bad. Jean will never hurt his darling physically, he's more of the clingy type who constantly confesses his love for her.

If she is with someone else, he'd kill that person however (as it ruins the fairy tale fantasy) and bake them into cakes and feed them to his darling. He'd eventually begin to remove the people around her life, and his tired darling would finally succumb to his delusional love and accept it since she has no one else to turn to.

nO, this isn’t just Suk-Chin in a different font—

Okay... Maybe it is

Huge thanks to @lovesickloverboys for literally writing his entire profile!

As always,asks are open! (I literally have nothing to do TT)

#oc #yandere #yandere oc #character art #art #digital art #original character #yandere art #yandere character #yandere x reader #y/n #fem s/o #s/o #yandere male #yandere original character x reader #yandere original character #x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere blog

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edgypasta-headcanons · 4 years

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Villain Action Squad Class S

(Let’s just say this is the secret squad ‘UA’ created for Villain Disasters and they’re the first in line to take care of. Slenderman tweaked this shit up because of getting into UA without arousing suspicion.)

Teachers/Mentor(s)

Dr. Richard H. Smiley

Emitter

Alias

- The Doctor

Quirk

- Science Magik(?)

TBA

Students

Jeff Woods

Emitter

Alias

- Hodek

Quirk

- Killer Instinct

"Ultimate Killing Machine". Jeff possesses instincts to kill by any means and in the most effective ways possible, use anything at hand to do so and have no mental issues or moral dilemmas either before, during, or after the deed. He is, in short, cold and merciless killer. He can also give off a murderous aura, inducing fear into his opponents.

Benjamin Lawman

Transformer

Alias

- Ben Drowned

Quirk - Technologic

Ben becomes the embodiment or personification of technology, granting him limitless or near-limitless control overall technology. He can control the flow of intricate machinery, and assemble or disengage their programming at will and operate most technology at distance.

Jack Nicholis

Mutant-Transformer

Alias

- Eyeless Jack

Quirk - Chernobog

He is able to become a demonic creature of unimaginable power. He has innumerable powers that are beyond the comprehension of that of lesser demonic beings. Although it’s rare for him to change into his full-demon form, Jack has the ability to use a good chunk of his abilities with ease without breaking a sweat.

Tim Wright

Emitter

Alias

- Masky

Quirk

- Thousand-Mile Eyes

Either using himself or with the use of Telesynchronization, he can see a viewing radius of at least fifty meters. It also allows him to also perform accurate calculations, analyze the area at high speeds, and allows for a Soul Perception-like ability to accurately gauge the power of an individual via his soul and to distinguish types of being.

Brian Thomas

Emitter

Alias

- Hoodie

Quirk

- Guns

Using the metal minerals in his body, he’s able to create any kind of gun and ammunition out of his hands. The more minerals he consumes the more guns and ammunition he can produce

Nina Hopkins

Emitter?

Alias

- Yandere-Chan

Quirk

- Chiropteran Blood

Similar to Jeff’s and Stain’s quirk but not quite. Once she gets the smell and/or taste of blood, she’ll go ballistic. Making her into a near-unstoppable killing machine with a deadly blood type running through her veins. Whoever was to ingest her blood, their blood can crystallize and immediately kill them.

Jane Richardson

Emitter

Alias

- Lady in Black

Quirk

- Heavenly Garments

Jane as the ability to create either her own or other’s undergarments into deadly weapons. Underwear such as any kind of panties, boxers, or briefs can change into guns, bras change to either war hammers or battle-axes, stockings or knee socks change to bladed weapons, etc.

Jonathan Blake

Mutant

Alias

- The Puppeteer

Quirk

- Puppetry

Jonathan has poltergeist-like physiology whereas he can phase through solid surfaces with ease and secrete ectoplasm if given. He is very skilled in handling his strings as a weapon and an overall tool for when needed. They are able to pierce through flesh if needed, but not any other material such as wood, metal, concrete. His strings are fairly strong and will not snap easily. The strings are made from the same ectoplasm as his insides are, therefore he’s able to produce the strings through any other place of his body as well. He’s been seen to produce strings through places like his mouth and nostrils as well, though this surely felt very uncomfortable for him. The strings can reach a length of about 15 meters (50 feet) and hold up to around 200 kg in weight (440 lbs).

Natalie Ouellette

Emitter

Alias

- Clockwork

Quirk

- Time Loop

She can trap anyone into a reiterating time stream where everything inside the loop is restarted precisely every so often, possibly even backward. She is able to force someone to relive the same minute, hour, day, week, month, year, etc. for as long as she keeps them there. But she’s only able to keep up this illusionary power for the max of 15 minutes to a half-hour before they come back to real-time.

Toby Rogers

Emitter

Alias

- Ticci Toby

Quirk

- Vibration Emission

Vibration Emission gives Toby the ability to generate vibrations, or shock waves, which can travel through virtually any medium, most notably he uses this ability to shake things he touches with his hands. It also causes his stuttered speech and body ticks.

Satine Walker

Mutant

Alias

- Dracul

Quirk

- Princes of Hell

Satine has the ability to become a demonic entity that has a long-range of capabilities and powers. She can use multiple of these at the same time without causing any damage to herself and uses them to hunt, catch, and/or kill her targets

Darkelle Kimura

Emitter-Mutant

Alias

- Deimos

Quirk

- Lunar Child

She can create, shape, and manipulate darkness and shadows. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create constructs and weapons. She also possesses the ability to use dark magic with ease and has an extra mouth on the back of her head that can and will eat anything in sight.

Misty Mann

Mutant

Alias

- Dysphoria

Quirk

- Slenderman Syndrome

She possesses the attributes and ability of the Slenderman.

Seifer Flauros

Mutant

Alias

- Soul Eater (lmao he didn’t care)

Quirk

- Darkling

Seifer has a large pair of bat-like wings on his back as a hard staple of his mutation. He has enhanced physiology of a demon and can undergo a full-on transformation with multiple mouths appearing around his body, blacken limbs, claws, sharpen teeth, a pair of horns, and blackened eyes. He’s a Zalgoid, what else to add.

Bill Cipher

Mutant-Transformer?

Alias

- One-Eyed Demon

Quirk

- Dream Demon

Literally what the name implies with Nigh Omnipotence adding more to his already created Demonic power. One of the strongest students in the class has to hold with all-knowing intellect and witty skill.

Jason Voorhees (Meyer)

Transformer

Alias

- The Toymaker

Quirk

- Monster in The Closet

Jason can transform into a state of horror, mostly due to negative influence, in which his darkest intentions, emotion, and powers are fully-fledged. In this form, his powers are greatly enhanced. However, in this form, he is highly aggressive and quick to anger, making him a threat to anyone around him. His red burgundy hair changes to its true color (white), his honey-colored eyes become a growing green color, his arms become rotten and his nails become sharp enough to cut through the skin. When his appearance changes so do his toys, they turn from merely fun playthings to little monsters that can hurt and kill.

Jack Letterman

Emitter

Alias

- Laughing Jack

Quirk

- Monochromatic Clown

Laughing Jack is a magical being, with incredible dark magical powers, being able to teleport in an instant in a puff of pitch-black smoke, turn himself invisible, and being able to mutilate the bodies of his victims. Jack is also able to create nightmares and visual hallucinations and can use telekinesis to move objects with his mind, making his victims seem crazy.

Liu Woods

Mutant

Alias

- Judgement Day

Quirk

- Undead Voices

Liu possesses the ability to lack physical weaknesses, such as pain, need to rest, vulnerability to environmental effects. He doesn’t feel pain and when attacked, his body can regenerate rather fast. Being clinically dead, his brain and body are immune to most powers that affect living beings. But like his brother, he holds a deadly killer instinct but to the point, it has manifested into a split personality.

Disclaimer: This is an AU we’ve been working on forever and keep putting it on a back burner. Four of these characters are our own original characters along with an extra character we decided to add since we thought was a badass idea. The story may not be posted up for a long while due to it not even close to completion and still in the works of planning. ~ Your Anon Muns

#something is brewing #creepypasta crossover #Crossovers #bnha #story planning #creepypasta #bnhaxcreepypasta

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sweetcici-123 · 4 years

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Why Won’t You Love Us?~

Introductions

Female Twins~

Backstory~ The Akiyama twins actually have become quite popular. They didn't have a rich upbringing so that means they didn't always get the best food and sometimes they didn't eat everyday, but what they did have was talent. They were raised by a single mother who had tried her best, but in the end it wasn't enough. Their dad had a debt to some bad men, but had left the debt in his ex-wife's name, without her knowledge. So after a few years of an unpaid debt, they killed her. The twins were only 11 when she was killed. Their mom used to sing to them and they always loved it, sometimes the twins would sing to their mother if they felt like she was sad because singing always made their mom happy. Their mom used to tell them that singing was going to be their way out of their terrible lifestyle. She was right. After their mom died they lived in an alley, and barely survived for about 5 months, only singing to each other for comfort when they were over heard by a business man. (Long story short) He helped them become singers with a luxurious life now.

Yandere Tendencies/beginnings~ At the start of their rise to fame they had 1 main friend. She was always there for them and helped them get adjusted to their new life. No one knew who the twins were, well at least they didn't think so. The same people who killed their mom found out she had kids and had tracked the twins down. When they had planned to kill the twins with a sniper somehow they didn't noticed their best friend who had jumped on one of their backs and got in the way. The twins watched the second person they ever felt connected to (after their mom) die right on one of their backs. When the reality sank in, the twins stopped trying to build relationships and be happy. They're now cold, slightly unforgiving, and blunt. They put on happy personas for their audience but that's it. They have isolated themselves for the fear of letting another get close and then dying.

With all of this though, this is the reason of their obsession. When they finally bring themselves to care for another person, they'll not know how to handle these emotions. They won't even need to be strong emotions, if they feel a connection they'll automatically assume it's love for their lack of connections and love in general. Because of this, they'll want this person to stay with them, and they'll have the continuous feeling that their "loved one" needs to be protected. That will lead to this "loved one" being isolated because the twins are already isolated and they won't let their "loved one" leave them.

Lilah Older twin. The girl on the right. She's always looking down on people. She can't see herself equal to anyone except her twin. She would be overly protective of her twin to the point where no one should dare look at her wrong. She would also probably be the one who would initiate the first act of physical abuse to their "loved one" when they act up because of her protective nature.

Her audience persona on the other hand is very happy, but still very protective. She is considered the mom out of the twins and is shown to love all her fans never treating anyone badly, her favorite fans are all of the kids because they remind her so much of young LeAnn.

LeAnn Younger twin. The girl on the left. Yes she is also cold, but more on the naive side. She doesn't dislike people she just doesn't want to be around them in a personal atmosphere. Unlike her twin she does enjoy performing though, and making people smile does make her feel better but she is just as capable of being as cold as her twin. Her problem is she doesn't know her limits. If she happens to get angry and hurt her "loved one" she probably wouldn't be able to control herself. She's the twin that holds everything in, so when she lets it out, she lets out just about everything.

Her audience persona though is always cute and smiley. She's innocent and adorable, and even sometimes forgetful. She acts the part perfectly of the completely loveable younger twin.

Male Twins~

Backstory~ The Hano twins are from a very rich family. They are always able to get what they want because they're being raised by their grandparents. Their parents died in their old mansion, when the twins were only 8 but they were there. Both of the twins have burn marks in different areas. When the twins were saved it was found out that the burn marks weren't the only wounds they had. They had bruises and scars and whips on many covered parts of their body. It was found out that their parents would constantly abuse the twins. When their grandparents found out, they could tell it had done mental damage to them along with physical. Both of the twins barely spoke and always seemed to have a blank stare. Their grandparents had hoped by spoiling them, and giving them everything they could ever want/need, they would become happy. Over the years, the boys did build up emotions and they did find happiness but it was pretty obvious they weren't normal. Sadly their grandparents did get them doctors to heal their wounds, but not anyone who could help them mentally, and that was their mistake.

Yandere Tendencies/Beginnings~ When they were with their parents, they learned at a young age to only obey, don't do anything wrong or else you would be punished. Look presentable at all times and never talk back. They were never told any of this, but they learnt it. Along with learning those lessons, they watched their parents relationship. Never saying anything about it, but they always watched. There was yelling and things were thrown whenever one of their parents faces got red. Father would hurt mother, but sometime later apologize. Mother would scream at him and cry but also forgive. If father wasn't forgiven in a day, the twins would get punishment because it was their fault. Mother might do something bad and when father would find out he would cry while in return mother would scream. Someone would leave and they would completely neglect the kids. This was a never ending cycle until their grandparents took them in. Then the twins watched their relationship. The constant "I love you" with loving looks and careful movements. Always making sure the other was okay. Gentleness, with every hold. Passion and sweet kisses. It was all new to them. But the twins did know that they longed for that kind of contact.

With that longing it became a full blown desire. The only problem was their lack of social communication. They had a hard time being in contact with others but they still wanted that relationship. They didn't know any kind approaches, so ultimately their approach would come from their parents in an aggressive way and they would think it's okay, because it's what they want, and their grandparents always gave them what they want. They would automatically try to be loving but because of their "lover's" fear, it wouldn't work out, leading to the twins confusion and anger making them aggressive and doing things their parents way. When it gets results it'll make them happy and they'll constantly switch from sickly sweet to aggressive. All because they were completely unstable and didn't/don't understand love.

Lector Older twin. The boy on the left. He's more so the patient one. When things don't go his way he would be more passive-aggressive about it. He didn't completely grow out of his quiet stage after being abused, and he does still tend to give his blank stare but not all the time. He does still lose his cool sometimes but he strongly dislikes himself when he does. He tends to be more frightening than he means to be but he can't help it when he loses control.

But when he tries to be sweet it seems like he's being cold but it's just his inability to completely show his feelings. When he's happy, he might have the smallest smile, but it truly means a lot to him. He would be more gentle and his voice would never be loud, but calming yet quiet.

Lincoln Younger twin. The boy on the right. He, unlike his twin, grew out of his quiet and blank stage. He grew accustomed to being spoiled and that's all he is. Despite his age he often acts like a bratty child. When things don't go his way he immediately flips out and gets angry. He doesn't have a way to control his anger, so much like a child, he might break things or hurt others, like he saw from his parents.

Whenever he's trying to be nice he is also like a child. He plays games and offers things if he feels like he is sorry. Often worried after his tantrums that his "lover" hates him. He would be more innocent and would share things, probably in attempts to make his "lover" more comfortable with whatever they have to do/wherever they have to be.

#twins #yandere girls #yandere boys #straight #yandere #yandere twins #love #crazy #kidnapping #force #manipulation #xreader #twinsxreader #yandere twins x reader #gxg #lesbian #female twins #twin girls #yuri

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demonboidies · 5 years

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𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝔂 - 𝓪𝓬𝓬𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝓸𝓻 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓮

pt. 1

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it was old. but not dingy looking. actually, old but classy old, y'know? the building looked almost like a haunting house, but it was more welcoming than one from a horror movie. you could see the lights were on, so the question of someone being home was now answered, after all, at least 1 of the 7 tenants had to be home. at least, or else you'd have walked up a whole bunch of stairs for no reason.

you pressed the white button which you presumed to be the doorbell.

inside the house, seven heads shot up.

"she's here!" one yelled excitedly, bouncing on his feet.

"shh! she can't know we were waiting!"

"no! you shh! she could hear us right now."

"just go to your rooms idiot and let me handle her. don't even think about coming downstairs while we talk."

you waited patiently, peaking into the glass window of the door trying to catch a glimpse of the inside. as your eyes were finally able to see a peak of the inside, a pair of brown eyes met your own. the way the sun hit it made it look lighter, which made you grin at the male.

in a second, the door was opened and a tall, handsome young man was smiling at you.

"i'm sorry for taking so long, had to get the others in order." he grinned and welcomed you inside. "we can talk in the dining room."

he led you to the large dining area, a long table greeting you with more than enough chairs to feed more than 10 people. "so i take you're interested in our offer?"

you smiled weakly, pulling out the letter in your bag. "before talking about things like that, i would first like to know your name," pointing at the smiley face at the bottom you chuckled, "this doesn't really give me much to know about you, or whoever had written it."

he looked at the smiley face himself, almost like's never seen it before either. suddenly, a deep chuckle left his throat making you blush at the sound. it was so...manly.

"i'm sorry about that, it must've been one of the tenants. rather playful he is. my name is Kim Namjoon, Namjoon or Joon is fine though. i'm sorry for my friend's mistake...can't believe i missed it before mailing it to you." he looked down ashamed of his slip up, scratching behind his ear. "he meant well, i'm sorry if it creeped you out in some way."

how could he have guessed it creeped you out? well, who knows maybe he thought the action of his 'friend' was odd himself.

"ah, no, it's fine. simply curious as to who wrote such a persuasive letter," you took in a deep breath. "i am interested in the job after all. i just want to go through the facts of payment and requirements."

he nodded in understanding. "ah, of course. well, we can pay you well as well as provide food and housing. we do live pretty far from the town and it would be more efficient if you had stayed with us, here. and the specifics of payment would be about $9,000 a month. possibly more."

your eyes had budged. and he noticed. and he let out that manly, attractive chuckle. his shoulders shook slightly with his movement.

"you mean, like a thousand? a month?"

if you were being paid that much in a month you could easily live off this job for the rest of your life!

"yes, ma'am."

"y/n is fine, Namjoon...but you are absolutely sure that i will get paid $9,000 a month, along with housing and food if i choose so?" it seemed too good. it couldn't be real. all due respect, he seemed trustworthy, but that much money seemed suspiciously high. your inner gut was telling you 'no.'

"yes, and we are absolutely sure we can suffice that amount of money for as long as you want. we do not play with the proper treatment of you if you were to stay and work with us." he said, pushing his rimmed glasses higher up his nose. "that is if you choose to stay, which we do hope you do."

"i-" you cut yourself off, not wanting to decide too early. you needed questions answered first.

"how come i've never heard of this place, do you guys simply like privacy? and it seems you are the only one home, where are the other 6?" you inquired, putting out the simple questions first.

"ah, the other 6 are here, they are just shy. it's been a while since we've seen a be- female..." you failed to notice the pink dusting his cheeks, he had caught himself before he said 'beautiful.' that sure would've scared you.

"okay, i understand that."

"as for why we're so isolated from others is simply because we enjoy our privacy. there was a point when we were in high school when we wouldn't have any private life. it really damaged us, so we're living here now. although, i should mention that most of us have our own jobs. some of us even work in the city, including me." he spoke calmly, his words sounding so perfect and smooth. he was reeling you into saying yes to his proposal. and it was working. the word was almost going to roll off your tongue at this point.

"so what do you say?" he questioned after a moment of silence. he was internally yelling for you to accept. but he would have to stay quiet for now.

"i think...i need time to think."

sadness was on his face.

"i need to make sure i am willing to completely dedicate myself to this job. and i thank you for answering my questions and concerns, i am very much leaning towards yes." you assured. "but don't get your hopes up, please. i just need a few days to think this over, Namjoon." with that you stood up from the table, him following your actions.

"ah! okay, we understand. do contact us again if you are sure you want this job." he said kindly, although you could hear and see the disappointment in his eyes and voice. he walked you to the door, waving you off with a kind smile.

you returned to your household, collapsing onto your couch with a stressed look. you really needed this job, but there was a part of you yelling out that it was un-safe. but doesn't everyone feel like that with new, unfamiliar things? especially jobs, yeah?

after mulling over the thought of accepting, you came to a conclusion.

"taehyung, i swear if it's because of your stupid smiley face she doesn't accept this, i will personally mutilate you."

"whatever. it was cute, she seemed to like it." the male blushed at the thought of you liking something of his. "i can't believe how pretty she is in person."

"you should see her up close, so magnificent."

***

knocking on the door of the familiar door, you fiddled with your thumbs. in a few seconds, the door was opened wide by Namjoon himself.

"ah, you've come back...and with good news, i hope?" his voice was light and happy, which caused you to smile. when you realized your actions, that including some staring on your part, you coughed behind your hand, regaining your stoic expression.

"yes, and i came here to properly tell you..."

a/n- aha, cliffhanger-sorta-kinda-not-really. anyway apologies on to how short this chapter was, i can assure the next one will longer tho!!

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Contests Part 2/2

6. Loser Jessie

Screechy harpie Jessay has even more of a raw deal than Mavis and Dawn of the Dead.

From the outset I knew she'd never be champion, but she ought to rise above the tiresome berks clogging up procedure.

Sufficient popularity at Pokémon Towers ensured the girls were allotted coverage of all their award ceremonies. They had a moment in the sun.

What has Jessie in comparison?

I can't recall Hoenn, but I don't expect it was much.

Sinnoh however carried naught but a single paltry episode.

This for a main character.

This for someone there from the beginning.

This for an ardent fan favourite.

This for a wench who, should we include all her various mutations, has featured in more installments than either of 'em.

But no, treat Jesseee as worthless, even lower than Dawn's groupies. It's not like anyone watches it for her.

Looking back, it's obvious what they were intending to do come Unova.

What's the score then?

• One paltry Contest on screen.

• A couple happen elsewhere, marked by a few seconds per mention when the script oh-so generously moves away from the thrilling main plot.

It's gotta be the small-town concerns for Jessuhleenuh, nothing major. She deserves no better.

• One won by James, so not hers. Press her inadequacy upon us!

• One obtained as a gesture of pity from Kate Middleton.

And how did that work? What's the good of allowing 'Dawn' entry again?

She'd already qualified. If winning here, that gives her six, therefore there aren't enough Co-ordinators for the culmination.

And when Jessie showed up with a Ribbon recorded as belonging to Dawn, how was she taken as fulfilling the quota?

The slapdash way these Contests are run!

God forbid Jess should be shown as excelling at anything. It must be scraping into the final undeservedly.

Bitch gotta know her place.

7. Bumpkin Jessie

...

Ain't no description I can give that don't rhyme with 'hit', or variations of the theme.

You thought the shafting Jessica got coverage wise was bad enough? Yer ain't heard the 'alf of it.

Sinnoh was a period of peak Moron Team Rocket, where the one surprise was how stupid they could be.

You may remember an early episode when James designed her clothes for the catwalk. She thought it'd complement his work by applying lipstick all across her mug.

Obviously Jessie would do that, clueless as to how make-up functions.

Come on kids, she's thick!

Even at that numskull nadir it's difficult to comprehend anyone choosing this get up without severe duress.

Picture the scene: you debut on stage, before an audience of thousands and television cameras, in an event preoccupied with superficiality.

What do you wear?

• Giant, oversized glasses out of fashion since the Seventies.

• Bootlace tie last worn in the nineteenth century Wild West by a barman serving sarsaparillas.

• Colour scheme of brown and orange, the nation's favourite hues.

• A man's old shirt fraying at the cuffs.

• Voluminous apron dress.

• Massive yellow bows last seen decorating an Easter Egg. Always a winner.

• Heavy, clod-hopping boots.

• PIGTAILS!!!

Even the name is unattractive.

Ah yes, very common for those under six. Unheard of later.

You have reached puberty haven't yer Jessie? I can't tell anymore.

They couldn't get enough of that combination in Cosmo, which is why it's no longer in print.

Not only is Jessie denied success, she's deprived of the chance to be pretty in a realm where nothing but that carries weight.

Worse, given how her face disintegrated, this is the best she's been for five generations.

Yeah, because the inbred milkmaid style is such a good look, eh?

SEXAY!!!

8. So Long, Tsundere

Remember tsunderes? What happened to 'em?

The curse of Pokémon was draining the well of inspiration too quickly, throwing away interesting characters as mere guests.

This is particularly noticeable regarding the ladies. Back then, we got Misty, Jessie, Jessibelle, Cassidy, Aya, Giselle, Tyra, Sabrina, assorted crones Brutella, Nastina and Lacy, plus Joy, Jenny and Dame Ketchum provided parental authority.

How did a series that began with ball-breaking birds like that end up with insipid, glassy-eyed dullards like Zuhreena, Banana Lana, Marsh Mallow and Lilliput?

Ooh, Zuhreena is a pwincess!

Ooh, Banana Lana bwows big bwubbles!

Ooh, Marsh Mallow wuvs phallic waddishes!

Ooh, Lilliput won't pwet wanimals bwecause of Secwet Pain!

Can you imagine such weak specimens finding any place in the anarchic atmosphere of the classics?

It's SO boring!

Where's the punch? Where's the human spirit?

Where's the entertainment gone?

This squishy attitude began in Hoenn. Misty left, Jessie's hair symbolically changed from volcanic red to pink, and Contests introduced a cuddly theme where glitter glue and sequins are top priority.

Every sharp corner, every jagged point has been filed smooth. Now its substance hasn't the hardness to even develop edges, not when it's all cushions and candyfloss, where catching Pokémon rests on them deigning to grant permission, rather than 'avin it out.

Tsunderes, exuding untamed charisma and independence, besides a soupçon of danger, simply don't fit the cardboard box we habit now.

Nor do yanderes, kuuderes, tsuntsuns, or even derederes. It's just nothing but smiley-smiley creeps.

I wouldn't mind any of these tropes as long as there was some sign of colour to be had.

9. The Sacrifice of Misty

Misty bid farewell under the feeble justification that the lack of a longterm goal made her vulnerable to sacking.

Such a line uttered as if her own choice, being beyond them as writers to invent a purpose.

This implied her replacement would have an exciting quest aiming for excellence, something just beyond Misty's capabilities.

What did we get?

Dressing up and collecting Ribbons!

Is that...is that it? Is that the great idea? Is that all the girls are worth?

I lost Misty for THIS?!

Perhaps it makes no difference. By Hoenn they'd rendered her a leaden blandness sucked dry of all that made her special.

Going by the greasy-toothed bastardisation that swanned up in Alola, Misty was simply too wild for the safe, stifling atmosphere of today.

Her departure ensued she remains frozen as a funny, beloved presence, unlike those she left behind.

Now there was a lucky escape, as once the fanny-flapping starts, the bints have it on the brain.

May had Max to beat on the side, but Dawn developed monomania.

Hardly an episode went by without some reference to Contests, or how today's plot spurred her on to the next opportunity.

Yer need help, love!

Rather than Ash's new friend being a fascinating person who so happened to enter vanity projects, the competition defined them to the exclusion of life.

It is but moths drawn to the candle flame waiting to engulf them.

Contests are this world's version of Tom Riddle's diary: they promise sympathy and validation, but they eat your soul.

Like Tumblr.

10. Completely Unoriginal

Seems to me it wasn't so much Misty had no goal, it was more that Contests were the supposedly hot concept wedged into an existing property.

If earlier aspects failed to accommodate the invader, the onus certainly wasn't on the new kid to change. Oh no, stuff it in and chop off whatever gets in the way.

In the eyes of the post-Shudo regime, Misty was too volatile to last, and so had to go.

What idiots.

She's a tsundere. The softer, more feminine side is a defining component.

Would it really have been so problematic to retain her as an entrant? If Jessie can, why not?

Even if failing to fit, so what? Since when was established characterisation a barrier?

Isn't twisting likeable folk into unrecognisable pods the modus operandi of the writers?

That canon is immaterial, and must always give in to whatever fancy they currently have?

Well then, what's the big deal in infantilising Misty to promote it rather than pensioning her off?

Viewers will be more invested in the challenges awaiting a familiar face rather than a stranger.

What reduces the above to the risible is the original Misty and Jessie both participated in the Princess Festival.

All Contests are is that very scenario on repeat and robbed of all meaning.

Think about it:

• Beauty round

• Battle round

• Jessie loses

Same bloody thing.

Not only have I got to suffer this draining spectacle, it's got the nerve to possess not one iota of fresh ideas!

Contests are a low rent rip-off. The Princess Festival had a worthy reward in the shape of one-of-a-kind Dolls.

It'd already been revealed that ordinary Princess Dolls were ruinously expensive, therefore the special Pokémon edition have to be priceless.

What d'yer get for the trouble of a Contest but a bit of plastic tat taped to bargain basement frippery?

And they demand you get five of 'em!

Contests themselves were then resurrected as Showcases, although mercifully slimmed down to only three, with the emptiness ramped up in compensation.

Perhaps ironically, Princess Versus Princess is one of my favourite episodes. I love its critique of female avarice and accurate portrayal of clothing sales as reminiscent of the zombie apocalypse.

I don't mind the Festival as a single adventure, but I may have felt less favourable had it been a constant presence.

Except it isn't the competition at stake. This is a framework to explore Jessie and Misty as people.

Through its device we learn their history and therefore how they came to develop as the girls we know.

The setting serves as an opportunity for both to confront the misery and isolation of their childhoods, with the promise of overcoming that old torment with the balm of victory.

In the final, they aren't so much battling an opponent as fighting to be free of the past.

The tragedy is only one can be granted that reprieve. The other must remain unhappy in the ruins of memory.

It matters, unlike vapid Contests, where posturing is king. What depth can they provide in comparison?

Despite identical content, they are inverse counterparts, with the Festival presented as merely a light affair concealing a rather dark tale of neglect.

Contests however are paraded as this worthy nourishment for body and mind, a major point in one's journey towards enlightenment, when all they really amount to is an organ grinder and his monkey arsing about for the slack-gobbed plebs.

Bread and circuses.

Best of all, Misty won, not some side twat, as it should be.

Note how Jessie dressed: in delicate, vivid robes and golden decoration. The boys thought her beautiful.

Not as a gormless dweeb you'd cross the street to avoid!

And why the need to disguise herself anyway?

The Twerps had no issue with Jessie of Team Rocket joining the fun back then, so what happened?

At least she received the consolation of gaining Lickitung as a friend, with James and Meowth desperate to comfort her.

What do Contests bring? Sod all!

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