o6sessed

[o6sessed]

Hi there ! Welcome to my blog

You can call me O6sessed, I’m a teenager who very much likes horror, creepy stuff, and obviously writing. I stopped counting the number of times I deleted and changed completely my blog(s) because I wanted a fresh start. I think this will be my last time since I’m finishing high school and I’ll have all the time in the world to properly do what I enjoy.

About my blog, I like to write, short stories, one shots, fanfictions, original stories and so on. I’m very much into anime so my fanfics are gonna be mainly focused on that. I also like to critique shows, not necessarily negative criticism, it helps me improve my own stories.

I also don’t support people committing genocide so if you are in support of the Israeli government or you “don’t really have an opinion on the situation” I’m gonna block you, or do it yourself, also get some better morals, you need them.

[o6sessed]

Yandere x obsessive reader

Cillian was a normal guy. That's what people think when they first meet hIm. He has average grades, average friends, average interest. He's like that side character that is interesting just enough for the audience to enjoy him when he appears and then forget about him the second he's no longer here.

But I saw right trough all of his bullshit, right through all of hs little lies. I knew he wasn't normal. I couldn't figure out tho until I started to become abnormal too. Never have I ever thought that stalking someone would become part of my routine but here I was, standing outside of his appartment with a black jacket and a baseball cap to go unotced in the dark streets.

I did it only because he forced me too. I saw him rummaging through my clothes at the gym. He actually took my shirt. It was my favorite. He knew it was my favourite, that damn bastard. After that I started noticing things, I started noticing him. Everywhere, whenever I go he would always be there, watching me, following me like his life depended on it.

Soon enough I found that it really did. A quick peek at his basement would let you know that he was obsessed with me. Keeping every single thing that he stole from me in a special drawer, all of the photos that he took of him hanged on his walls to admire. I even saw love letters taht he never intented to send me.

I kinda liked it. My friends often told how much of a hopeless romantic I was. Little did they know I became fond of my stalker. Some of you may call it obsession, but it wasn't. I was keeping myself safe. He was the obsessed, the crazy one. I on the other hand was innocent in all of this.

It's not my fault I liked a little too much how he would sit behind me in the bus, how would he follw me quietly to my home and watch me through my windows until I have fallen asleep, just for me to get back at him by doing the same the second his attention wasn't on me. Oh how I loved seeing him unaware of his situation.

Oh how I love him. I love him so much. I would die for him. I would kill for him. But that is not obsession isn't it ? It's like a person who would do anything for their significant other, so why should I be shamed for it ? There isn't much of a difference, the line between love and obsession is very thin. I would infact argue that there is no line, it's just made up so that people could feel superior, more stable than me.

I am stable, I was stable, it's all because of him that I am like this. He changed me. My love for him changed me. I wonder if he felt the same when he fell in love with me.

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