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yanderecandystore · 4 years

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"- I'm having a bad day." [Yandere!OCS x Gender neutral!Reader - Scenario]:

I know that no one has asked for this exactly, but I thought it would be interesting to give y'all something a little different. This is an compilation of their reaction to reader saying:

"- Look, I'm not feeling well right now, I'm having a bad day."

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🍒 Bullies 🍭:

→Alexandra Coldwell:

Well, she is looking kinda cocky in the outside, but inside:

'aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAA-'

She is freaking out.

Who? When? How? Who hurt you and how can she kill them for you? Are you even hurt because of someone else?

Or is it because of… ya know, her, your bully.

She sometimes forgets all the things that she does to you and tells you. Funny, isn't it? Maybe she should stop daydreaming about holding your face with her hands and start to focus on how to make you happy again. Maybe you just need a little push in the right direction… to her home.

Hey, she isn't going to let you all by yourself in such a fragile moment, she'll be by your side, trying to help you feel more comfortable with her and trying to make you feel better.

You probably won't tell her what the problem is regardless of what she does or says, but she just wants you to know that you're really special for her, so she can't let you be all by yourself when you clearly need love and attention.

It's a date then! It's one you really didn't want to go to, but now you'll have too!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Isn't the one to openly talk about feelings.

Isn't really the one to care about other people's feelings.

Yet:

"- Hey, I have some dog pictures, want to see them?"

He knows you'll probably say no. So he'll ask his goons to take you back to him and make it so you don't run away again.

He will show you pictures of puppies, whether you like it or not.

He knows you won't trust him enough to tell him about your problems, but he still cares for you, so he'll keep his offer always available to you.

"- If you need to say something, you can tell me. It doesn't matter if you want someone to talk to, or to just spit it out."

Is more likely than not that he is the cause of your problems. So, for one day only, he'll try to make it up to you.

He doesn't know how and when, but sure will try his hardest to see you smiling even if a little.

In the end it will only be you, him, and pictures of puppies and kittens.

🍎 Teacher 📕:

→Madeline Allen:

No honey! No please ;-;

Is something the matter? Did someone bother you? Is she bothering you? Do you want her to give you space??

She is here to listen to your worries, no matter how big or small, she is sure she can help you! It's her job, or at least what she decided that should be her job.

Helping others, specially you.

She will see right through your lies you know? She is very well adapted to liars and traitors, so she'll see right through you if you don't tell her the truth about your problems.

So keep it real darling, she wouldn't want to find out your being pressured to lie to her. It would leave a bad taste in her mouth knowing that not only were you lying but that there was also an asshole who needed to have their bones broken.

No one should tell you to lie, especially to her!

But anyway, this isn't about her, or about some asshole who got a death wish, no dear, it's all about you and how she can help you.

Want some cookies?

→Matthew Robinson:

Again, not the best man with words, but he is a great listener! He is here for you, so tell him what worries you.

As you know, it's kinda his job to know what happens with his students, and to see if he can help them in any way. That includes you, love.

Although, yeah, I guess, he does put a lot more emphasis in taking care of you than any other student, but that's just details, you don't need to care about them.

Speaking of details, you better be aware that you can't hide your secrets from him very easily. He and his counterpart are really keen to details in behavior and speech.

If there is any hints of someone possibly hurting you mentally or physically, he would confront you about it, asking if there was an individual causing your problems.

If there is and you tell him, he'll make sure to comfort you, and… Probably have a discussion with said individual.

If there isn't, then well, he would still do his best to comfort you and help you resolve your problems.

However, if there is someone causing you harm and you deny the fact, he would probably still catch the hesitancy in your voice. How you try to defend a possible vile creature that doesn't deserve your mercy, or his for that matter.

Maybe he should keep a close eye on you, and who you meet with.

🍋 Delinquent 🐍:

→Janette Sartorius:

She is tempted to get the reason why you feel like this out of your mouth, even if it means using force. And by force I mean scaring you because she could never raise a finger against you.

But she will make it very clear that if the reason that you're feeling like this is because of some random asshole, she will beat the shit out of them whether you like it or not.

May the Lord hold her fist and tranquilize thy beast.

You don't need to tell her if you don't feel like it, she understands that. But if it is because of someone, then she needs to know, love! She wants to make you feel safer in this treacherous world.

She would love to be your knight in shining armor, so please, just tell her if you need her to help you out.

→Jackson Macnee:

"- Aight, cool." He says as he goes away, leaving you the alley all alone.

Nah just kidding, of course he'll come back. He is just fucking with you.

Of course, you didn't really expect him to bring some chocolate with him- Is he always carrying heart shaped chocolate with him? The fuck?

He gives you. Totally in a platonic and non romantic way. Just take them, please, don't make this awkward.

So, he does expect you to spill the beans, but if you don't then that's fine too. He can find out what happened to you later anyway. Probably through his gang menders, or just… Casually stalking you.

Although the idea of pressing for an answer out of you is kinda eating his soul, he knows that it would be really douchey on his part to just force a response out of you. Yeah, he is curious and wants to help you, but hey, sometimes people need some privacy.

Even if you don't really have privacy when he is on the picture, but carrying on-

You may tell him, you may not tell him, he just hopes his presence makes you feel more comfortable and probably a lot more happier than being alone all by yourself and your worries.

👾 A.I 🍏(non-binary):

→Yuma Soma:

Why? Why don't you want to play with them? Did they do something wrong?

I mean, besides being manipulative (and probably trapping you inside the game, if you're following that timeline).

Maybe you're bored of them…. How dare you though? Aren't they the cutest thing you have ever seen? Aren't they enough? Are you seeking something else?

Are you perhaps seeking someone else? Why, it would be extremely foolish of you to even consider someone else instead of them.

But still, they'll keep their head strong. Maybe it's not that you're having fun with someone else, maybe it's that you're not having enough fun! But that is almost impossible, you play together everyday. Unless, you really are bored of them? Ma- Maybe there is something that they're missing, you can't be actually bored of them, right?

Their reaction goes from being suspicious of you seeing someone else (and getting angry at the thought of it), at discovering that maybe they're the problem. They really hope they aren't though.

"- H-Hey [Y/N]!? Do you want to play another game? Maybe we should choose something a little different to spice things up, or- Or maybe, you want to check something online?? Maybe finish watching that cartoon you were talking about yesterday??" The fear of being rejected by you is absolutely clear in their voice, and seeing your closed, sad expression, doesn't help them feel any better.

"- … Or maybe you want to talk about this?..."

🦊 Kitsune 🍬:

→Tatsumi:

Do you… Want to talk about it? He normally doesn't do this, but when it comes to you, he feels the need to try and understand what is wrong. Hey, maybe he can help you?

Again, not the best guy to comfort you, but surely he is the one to make you laugh even in a time like this.

Want to hear stories about his past? He wouldn't mind telling some of the juice gossip he heard over the centuries. Or maybe you want to just, I don't know, be a couch potato all day with him?

He isn't feeling like stealing anyone else's energy or partying, just staying home and watching something fun

Look, if ya give him those puppy eyes, he'll threaten to not only kiss your worries away, but to also use all of his cute foxy features to make you say 'awn'. And I'll say it again, this is a threat.

He will use his fluffy tail to shush you.

🩸Vampire 🍷:

→Abigail Barlow:

Well, that's so sad for you, but madam needs blood right now. Can't you mope about your pathetic life later when she is finished?

Ugh, stop giving her that look, of course she cares about you! Is just that hunger speaks louder than obsession. She can hear all about your misery when she is finished.

And besides, she can and will take your blood whenever she wants. But for some reason she is still a little hesitant to take it from you while you're like this.

It's not the "cute" pathetic expression that you give her, is something… More concerning.

She is not good with words, or physical affection, as her cold touch seems to make you distance yourself. Which is completely understandable. Maybe the best thing that she can do is give you some space.

You'll probably not realize until it's midnight and you'll see that she had given you a whole day without having to interact with her by force.

You would probably find her playing the piano in the next room. It's a nice melody, really cliche when you catch an undertone of sadness hidden in the song. Maybe you won't talk to her, that's fine, she understands that.

But hopefully, just by you laying down in the sofa listening to the piano can ease your mind of whatever is bothering you.

Honestly, she wasn't even hungry anyway.

🍰 CEO 📏 (Reader is not specifically A.I Reader, just wanted to make it clear):

→Ingrid Bright:

Well, that's unfortunate.

Whatever she planned for you two to do today would have to wait. She can't exactly take you on a date if you're like this.

"- What's wrong? What do you mean about having a bad day?" Is work overstressing you? She could end your tasks for today right here and let you have a free day for yourself.

You just need to tell her what's wrong.

Is it another employee causing you trouble? Maybe she has said something that came off really hurtful? If it is her fault then she wants to tell you how sorry she is.

Work has been really stressful lately, maybe you do need some rest. You can stay in her office until you feel better, or go home if you can't handle it.

Or maybe, ya know, wait for her to finish her work and you two can go home together. The choice is yours, so pick wisely.

She can drive you back home, but it won't really be your home. It'll be her' s.

You'll have a lot of time to tell her what is the matter. And she'll have a lot of time to help you feel better.

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kitty-bandit · 6 years

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☆Writer Asks☆

This was a ‘Get to know the author’ meme on twitter. Originally, you were supposed to answer a question if you got so many likes, but screw that. Let me just answer this ALL for you and tag some of my writing friends.

1. Explain your AO3 handle.

KittyBandit has been my handle forever. It’s rather self-explanatory. I like cats and I’m a bandit. I’m also possibly a cat? And perhaps I will steal myself one day...

2. Favorite fanfiction trope?

Do I have to pick just one? I suppose if we’re going to pick the trope I’m utterly devastated by every damn time, it’s Friends to Lovers Slow Burn.

3. Favorite place to write?

I prefer to write at home where I can be comfortable and have access to my teapot. Specifically, I like writing in my room, because I feel like it’s the best place I can turn off the rest of the world and focus. (Though, I do wish I had an office for that. Writing in bed can sometimes lead to me just falling asleep at the computer. XD)

4. Favorite ships in your current fandom?

Current fandom that I have my grubby little fingers in is D.Gray-man, and as always, I’m on the Laven train. But I’m also here for Lucky, Lucky Poker, Yulma, and a few rarepairs that have my heart at the moment. (Particularly Lavi x Link and Tyki x Alma, the latter thanks to @faeriexqueen)

5. What are your steps to get into the Writing Mood™?

I have to set up my writing area (either in my bed, on the couch, or at the dining room table) with my laptop, pillows, charge cords and (if it’s winter) a blanket and my fingerless knit gloves. I’ll make tea (either green or oolong, unsweetened), and I’ll light a candle or two to set the mood. When I’m ready to go, I put on some music or nature sounds (currently I’m heavily into the Skyrim SDTK or Emancipator for my writing music) and get to it!

6. What program/app do you use to write?

I use Scrivener on my laptop and googledocs on my phone.

7. List your zodiac sign, favorite ice cream flavor, Hogwarts House, and your opinion on pineapple pizza.

Scorpio/ Green tea ice cream/ Hufflepuff/ and pineapple never belongs on a pizza you heathens.

8. Link us a fanfic that made you cry.

I’m not one to actually cry over fanfics, but The Hurricane in His Veins by @saltyshiro actually did have one scene that made me cry when I read it. It was so emotional and hit me so deeply that I just broke down.

9. Link us a fanfic that made you laugh.

Okay, I know I said this before, but A Rough Patch by @errantknightess actually had me crying I was laughing so hard.

10. Link us a fanfic that left you in complete awe at the writer’s ability.

To be fair, there are a lot of people I admire, their writing far superior to my own. But one fic that hit me hard a while ago was Almost There by @errantknightess. I fell in love with that fic and her writing style instantly.

11. List your kinks.

Uhhhh all of them? We might be here all night. XD

But for real: A/B/O Dynamics; Dirty Talk; Mpreg; Breeding Kink; Dom/Sub Dynamics; Biting (as if the million vamp fics I’ve written wasn’t proof enough of that one xD); Roleplay; Sex Pollen; etc, etc...

12. How do you come up with your ideas?

They... just come to me??? Honestly, I will get inspired by almost anything. It usually has to do with something happening to me or a friend. (I wrote Bibliophile because I was stuck at work during a snow storm.) Sometimes I see a prompt and delve into a new AU from there. Sometimes I hear a song and the lyrics might hit me deeply. Sometimes I’m just talking with friends online and get inspired by the direction our fandom chat takes. Inspiration can really come from anywhere.

13. How do you implement said ideas into a cohesive narrative?

Oh boy. This is a hard question. I guess once the idea is set, I figure out the plot? I mean, it is definitely more difficult than that, but that’s basically it? I will think of where I want the story to go, major plot points, the ending, which characters I want in it, and then when I have that all floating around in my brain, I write out my plotline from there, filling in gaps where I can and working out plotholes.

14. What are your working on right now? Share a little snippet or a description.

Currently, I’m working on what has been affectionately dubbed the “Delinquent AU” for NaNoWriMo. It’s a HS AU with Lucky Poker and Yulma as the main pairings. Here’s a little snippet from what I have written so far (obviously unbeta’d):

As the week progressed, it became apparent how dull public school was. Lavi hadn’t realized it until the first few days passed, but the slow, monotonous rhythm never seemed to change. Day in and day out, he had the same classes, the same lectures, and saw the same people. Even then, he could’ve gotten over it if the work was not so dreadfully boring. Nothing his teachers gave him challenged him in the least—the only exception being art class, where he came to the painful realization that he couldn’t draw a stick figure to save his life. Alma had attempted to help him, but the more they tried, the more frustrated Lavi had become. He would’ve quit the damned class if it wouldn’t make Alma cry for ditching Kanda and them. The only intriguing thing about school thus far had been his interactions with the bold candy thief—Allen Walker.

Allen never spoke to him, but Lavi would’ve been a fool not to realize he’d caught his attention. He always entered the classroom just as the bell rang, rarely bothering to bring his textbooks or even a writing utensil, and each time he sat next to Lavi, he gave the redhead an amused look. Lavi was convinced the only reason Allen had even acknowledged his presence was because of their interaction at the convenience store, as fleeting as it had been.

Lavi had done his best to ignore it, but a bored mind liked to play games with itself. And the current game playing in Lavi’s head was a repeat of “What the fuck is Allen Walker’s deal?”

Tagging: @errantknightess; @faeriexqueen; @titty-now-titty-later; @candy-crackpot; @spiccan; @kashyurio; @silentium-nightshade; @tykipomme; @thefearofcod; @ninfia; And anyone else who would like to do this!

#personal #kitty bandit writes fanfiction #ask memes

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necrctic · 7 years

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super special announcement:

I’ve FINALLY posted Alex’s full bio. You can read it here, or under the cut:

Alex Reed has had a long-standing relationship with Death. It claimed her father in a factory fire when she was four and took her mother a few years later. Some say her mother died of a broken heart, but more likely it was the pills. She was the one who found her mom’s body, glassy-eyed and cold on the bathroom floor.

Foster care shipped her off to Oklahoma when she was seven to live with her aunt and uncle, Vivian and Trevor Peterson. They had a too-small mobile home and didn’t care for Alex much, but they did like the monthly check that came with her. Aunt Viv was skinny and vicious, too fond of corporal punishment and always smelled like menthols. Uncle Trevor worked most of the time, and when he was home, he drank deep and scowled from his La-Z-Boy.

Alex shared a room with her cousin Hannah; Michael and Evan shared another. The cousins said she was a W E I R D kid. Said she talked to herself. Said she made up stories to scare them. Alex said she was only talking to her new friends: the nice old man from the car accident, the lady with the cuts on her arms, the drowning boy. She said they found her; they were lonely and sad and sometimes angry, and they loved her because she could SEE, see them, see that they were still real, still here.

Aunt Viv switched her and told her to stop lying. She learned quick to shut up about the things she knew.

☠

Seven years later, and Alex was a regular delinquent. Always making trouble at school, always fighting, always sneaking out. She was got a first-name basis with the sheriff for skipping class. And for stealing. And for vandalism. Uncle Trevor left them a couple years back, and ever since Aunt Viv had been even meaner; she drank then, too, and took it out on Alex when she was in the bottle. They were always screaming. Aunt Viv liked to throw things, but Alex got better at dodging.

The dead found her more often then. Most times, they were her only company, and most times, they were good. She learned how to keep the other ones from noticing her much. The angry ones. The ugly ones. The ones who couldn’t see beyond their hurt anymore. (What a shame, what a tragedy, to become so torn up and twisted like that.)

She ran away that summer, when it started feeling like she’d suffocate in Oklahoma, like one day that ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Just took fifty bucks from Aunt Viv’s purse and hopped on the first bus out of town, leaving memories and ghosts in the dust.

☠

She was sixteen in New York, and she had tricks up her sleeves. Her only friend was a dead girl called Cherry, and that day they were earning some money. Game plan:

Go buy a hot dog

“Forget” the bag with the dead crow in it next to the vendor

Wait for the hot dog guy to open the bag

Chaos!!

Steal the cash box

Alex had just finished her lunch when Cherry pointed. The vendor picked the bag up and peeled it open with greasy fingers. All it took was a little focus and the dead bird suddenly F L E W out of the bag, crazy, peck-peck-pecking at the vendor, at the people in line. (Alex had figured out this little trick last year; if she concentrated hard enough, she could make things come alive again for a minute or two.) It wasn’t hard to slip behind the counter and make off with the money while the corpsebird had everyone distracted. Easy as pie. Easy as sin.

She was counting her loot when HE appeared, gliding into the alleyway like a shadow in the fading light. He made Cherry disappear with a wave and offered her a cigarette. He smiled like a shark and had hair as black as spilled ink and sharp eyes full of knowing. Of understanding. Of camaraderie. Eyes that said, We’re just alike, you and I.

He showed her a tattoo on his chest: a three-headed dragon eating its tail. That means home, he said in his milk-and-honey voice. Come away with me.

☠

Emilian Vadovescu was the head of a strange family of lost people. They lived in the wilds, in the dark places of the Carpathian mountains, in an ancient hideaway. The Solomonanţă, the Scholomance, a long-forgotten place of learning, where the walls whispered secrets if you were wise enough to listen.

When he brought Alex there, she finally felt as though she’d found a home. A place she fit in. Among other creeps, other freaks, other outcasts: she belonged. No, more than that: she flourished. Emilian was a wealth of knowledge. Life is chaos, he said. Life is entropy. Death is the order of the universe. Don’t fear it―embrace it. He taught her the ways of dead things. How to read the bones, how to dream herself free of her body and walk the in-between places, how call spirits and command them, to echo WILL into her voice and see how the dead bend to it. Her teacher demanded much of her, and she gave all. The lessons, the practice, the long hours and the merciless pursuit of perfection.

(The first time he kissed her, she thought: ‘Yes. Teach me this, too. Teach me everything there is to know.’ He called her Star Pupil. He called her Gifted. Magnificent. Beautiful. He called her Lover.)

Her teacher demanded much of her, and she gave all―but he demanded more. Then came the secrets. The research. The hidden tomes, the whispers from the oldest stones among the keep. DARK THINGS, voidtalk of nightmares and paradise, of power from beyond the Veil, of change and revolution. Death is the order of the universe, he said. Control death and be as God. And Gods demand ritual. Gods demand sacrifice. Become the rock on which I build my church. Become my flaming sword, my harbinger.

The transformation was costly. Old powers take their pound of flesh, wash it down with a few pints of blood. It left her with empty spots inside. In her guts. Maybe in her soul. It made her something new, something not-quite-right, something a little in-between. Half-dead but more alive than ever.

(When she rose from the altar, he looked on with pride. The others called them Power Couple. He called her Right Hand. Emilian: wolfish shepherd to the flock. Alexandra: wielder of the cattle prod.)

And then, unsurprisingly, came the demands for more and more. Emilian was a hungry God, and he had voracious ambitions. He wanted to take a bite out of reality. To the faithful, he spoke of Redemption and Salvation; no more hiding in the shadows, no more being outcasts. New World Order shit. He had the knowledge. He had the means. He had a host of devoted soldiers and a pretty blonde weapon by his side.

But he should have asked Jehovah: What’s the downside of free will? It’s not always pride that goeth before the fall; sometimes it’s conscience. Sometimes it’s looking in the mirror and no longer recognizing the thing looking back.

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The final straw was William Allen.

In a place where the walls whisper secrets, it stands to reason that one day they’d start to whisper your own. And Alex knew how to listen. She found a new book. A new old book. A new old book belonging to one William Allen: Solomonari, Apprentice, The One Who Came Before.

And the walls said, Silly girl, did you think you were the only one?

The book was full of notes and self-reflection. Details on lessons, spells, and daily life in the Scholomance, under the tutelage of Emilian Vadovescu. The final chapter of the book was about a ritual, a sacrifice, a pound of flesh for a hungry god. William had been scared―scared out of his mind. Alex knew that fear, had felt it clawing up her throat on the altar when her teacher sliced her wrists and her lifeblood ran like rivers down the stone; when the dark stretched out its awful maw and started taking chunks out of her; when Death reached inside and gripped her soul in a vice. That’s the trick: you can’t fear it; you have to embrace it. The moment she stopped being afraid, when she welcomed in the cold and dark, that’s when the P O W E R flooded in; when her blood turned to black ichor and flowed back into her veins and she opened her eyes, wide and terrible, to the cosmos.

Maybe William kept being afraid. Maybe he hadn’t known to let the dark in. She flipped through the pages of the book, idle, until something caught her eye. A date: 1907. She paused.

And the walls said, Dumb girl, how do you think He knows so much?

‘That would make him over a hundred years old.’

Older, older.

And older still.

‘How is that possible?’

How else?

He eats. Grows stronger. Lives longer.

‘Eats what?’

What do you think happened to the ones who didn’t pass the test? No use for a sword with a dull edge. No use for an apprentice full of fear, an animal that can’t adapt:

except o n e…

She tried to summon this William, this lost, scared boy, but when she drew herself up and commanded his spirit appear… nada. Zip, zilch, zero. It should have been easy, there in the place he’d lived, with one of his own belongings in her hands; his spirit should have left traces there, should have jumped to obey her call. And yet: nothing.

The walls showed her the names of the others: Dietrich, Ekaterina, Alim, Francisco, Beatrix, Gorvenal, Cassius, and on and on. She called on each, so many times, and got more of the same: NOTHING. Not a stir, not a whisper, not a sigh.

Yes. He is ravenous.

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What do you do when you realize God’s got an M.O.? What do you do when you start to wonder: Could I have been next? When you start to wonder: Why? And: What have I done?

If you’re Alex, you have a crisis of faith. You deconvert. You plan your Fall. You make off in the night with nothing but the clothes on your back and a bag full of pilfered holy relics, the temple in chaos behind you, your brothers and sisters screaming: TRAITOR, TRAITOR, TRAITOR….

#𝔡𝔢𝔞𝔯 𝔡𝔦𝔞𝔯𝔶 (Drabbles);;#alex's bio #well part of it #i managed to chop it down to 4ish pages #i'll probably post the remainder of the story in a series of drabbles #coming up next: Emilian's stats page

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Happy holidays! how about a hot chocolate competition among the yandere ocs and the best one gets a special cabin date with darling?

Hello @teachillvibes, I'm so glad to see you again- Your requests are always so wonderful boo, thanks for requesting me this one!

Happy holidays everyone!! 🎄

TW/Tags: Sweet times cause I sure love them- // kinda like a city festival going on lol // I took your concept and change it a bit I'm sorry boo ;-; // it took me so freaking looooooooong to do it XD I'm sorry- I was kinda hoping that this could be my Christmas gift to y'all ;-;

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Hot Chocolate Competition [Yandere!OCS x Reader - Headcanon]:

🍒Bullies🍭

→Alexandra Coldwell:

If I'm being honest, she probably would have reconsidered sharing the prize with her brother before she can consider going out with you instead. Alexandra entered the competition solely because she thought it would be fun, after all she isn't really the type to get herself dirty if it isn't for fun.

She wanted to win of course, but surprisingly she did have a lot of fun learning how to make hot chocolate, especially with her brother's help. Alexandra thought it would only make sense to take her brother as her company into this free wintery vacation, yet for some reason he didn't accept her offer.

Adrien felt satisfied with helping his sister as normally his cooking skills are generally unappreciated or ignored, although he appreciated how his sister wanted to pay back for his help, he was already happy with just being the one that got to teach her something new, since it's normally the other way around.

And besides- Free vacation packages are always so lackluster to him, if it isn't a five star service then why even bother? He could literally pay for better treatment than what the prize guarantees anyway.

Still, she wouldn't have accepted it if she didn't have someone in mind already. Yeah, yeah, she knows you probably won't like the idea of spending time with her, especially all alone in the cold.

But- Hey, I think you should give her a chance, after all, isn't this the time to forgive and forget? Maybe not completely forget, but I'm sure she'll do her best to make this the best trip for you, ever!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Adrien is known as the lazy one of the twins, the antisocial, the "mean one" (let's be honest, they're both evil but in different ways-), yet people tend to not give him enough credit for his accomplishments.

Him coming out as the winner of the competition may seem shocking to many but let us all remember that this isn't just his random luck, Adrien really did work his best to win and since he is already interested in making sweet treats for himself you can only imagine how hard he wanted to be recognized at least once.

The prize that he won was a vacation to a winter resort of some kind for two people, meaning him and anyone he would like to bring. Adrien considered bringing his sister, since he felt like it would be better for her to spend Christmas in a cabin with him than at home with... both of their parents and, may he dare say, ridiculous Christmas songs. Those damn, Christmas songs.

But Alexandra made sure to refuse his offer each time he tried to bring up, saying that the place was probably runned down and filthy and that she would never step inside a place like that- Alexandra also said that it wouldn't be fair to go with him since she didn't help him, and that this was something he won on his on, he deserves to enjoy it fully.

But what a dilemma, who would have the privilege of accompanying him to such a "special event"?

You, of course. Even if he knows you would rather be far away from him and get some rest from his constant torment, it's not like he would leave you alone at all lol-

Hey give him a break, will you? I'm sure you'll have a great time with him, he promises he won't do anything stupid while you two are there.

Just let him repay you for an entire year of entertainment, dearest.

🍎Teachers🥧

→Madeline Allen:

Madeline is normally very uninterested in competing with anyone, even if the prize sounds amazing. What made her stay and see more of the event was when she noticed you in the crowd, maybe you were with your friends, although she didn't really see anyone she recognizes as your friends there-

What made her participate and do her very best to win? It was when she noticed how most of the contestants seemed to have a suspicious interest in you, something felt weird in those stares they were giving you. She is a little suspicious about the intentions behind those stares, yet she has to recognize that whenever there is a shiny diamond radiating light, it's hard to not notice. It's obvious that they recognize how shiny you are, love.

It doesn't really excuse their clingy behavior towards you, but sure, she gets why they're doing this, or why they would enter this competition in the first place. All to get your attention apparently.

Honestly, she wasn't planning on entering this competition at all, but… Hmmn, how can she say this nicely- She doesn't like these people trying so hard to get your attention, specially with the prize being something that would give any of them the privilege of having you all by themselves, no dearest, she can't let them have you like that-

Besides! Wouldn't you prefer being with nsomeone that is actually looking forward to making you happy, instead of being stuck with brats, with troublemakers and… uhn- A cosplayer…?

Anyway, all of them are pretty eccentric with their own weird little charm, she is sure they'll be fine, especially far away from you- Believe me, she is so excited about this vacation! Forget about these guys, think about all of the things you two can do!

She is already thinking about what she'll bring with her, some cozy warm clothes, maybe her favorite fuzzy blanket, maybe some of her favorite movies, some rope, an tranquilizer-

Well, who cares about the details anyway?? She is just so excited, she can't wait to give you the best of her cookies!!

→Matthew Robinson:

Matthew is a really reserved individual. Being part of big events is simply not his thing, but it was because of you and that sweet smile of yours that brought him to this place. And well…. The smile stuck in the other contestant's faces… Not that they were even half as charming as yours, on the contrary, they seemed oddly sinister.

Mischievous by their very nature, all of these people seem to be somewhat interested in you, breathing in your presence like you're oxygen itself. Disgusting. For the first time in his life he feels pissed off enough to say he wants to see them drop dead- Not that he'll actually do anything, he is nothing like that.

All of these people seemed really interested in winning that prize and hopefully taking you with them, which of course he couldn't allow it, as your only protection from these fiends.

When he won, he was too dumbfounded to even notice the hatred looks that the other competitors were giving him. He really did win, didn't he? He couldn't believe he won!

For the first time in his life he didn't feel satisfaction that came from the competition itself being great, no, true satisfaction came when you accepted to go with him! That's the golden prize he never thought he deserved, yet feels so rewarding.

Don't worry dearest, he'll take care of everything that you need while you two are there, you'll be treated like the perfect little princess/prince you are, like the perfect doll.

Now he just needs to be sure on what to bring, this is probably the most excited he has been since he was a child!

🍋Delinquents🐍

→Janette Sartorius:

Janette isn't one for entering in these competitions just because, there needs to be a good reason for it, like helping them raise a good funding for some sort of charity, or ya know, impressing that one really cute person in your class. Yeah, really important-

Look, she has a lot of clown energy, she knows it, but being publicly humiliated is absolutely not her thing! And that means being either the loser or the winner, she doesn't know exactly what to say when she is put into such position-

Still, if it means giving you something nice, then sure! She'll take whatever she can, although she was focusing on gaining something like second/third place so she can get something small like a plushie or a basket of chocolate, anything that would be small yet really charming- Just like you!

When the judges announced her as the winner in first place, she couldn't believe it! No- Seriously, she couldn't believe it!! She tried to make sure her presentation would be nice but mild enough to not be considered a winner!! What the hell???

Even if the universe seemed to have betrayed her by making her be the one in front of so many people as she claimed her prize, she was once again blessed with luck, as her prize was something truly worth looking like a fool in front of so many strangers-

Of course she'll take you first! Why not?? It's not that weird, it's just pals being pals and inviting each other to cool trips, ya know?? Surely she isn't screaming inside at how cliche this all seems.

Look at her, NOT thinking about the huge amount of fanfiction she had ever read where there was only one bed! NOT her reconsidering not going because she can't handle the thought of there only one bed. She is totally fine, ya know? NOT thinking you'll hate her when you learn how much of a weeb she is-

She'll make sure that you have fun with her, but you'll probably catch her trying way too hard to impress you very soon- Please, talk with babe- In her brain there is only one neuron, and it's constantly banging its head in the walls of her brain screaming your name.

→Jackson Macnee:

Jack isn't really interested in these competitions, it isn't his thing, he wouldn't waste time on it unless there was something really, really important at hand.

And it seemed like today was the day to do anything that he could to not only enter such stupid competition, but to win it at all costs. It was when he recognized those familiar faces next to yours that he decided to enter it, but it was when he noticed all of the contestants, who were presumably strangers to one another, get somewhat riddled up about your presence.

Yeah sure, you're cute, you're pretty and yes you're perfect, but seeing half of the contestants being so… Clingy over you it's absolutely ridiculous-

What? You know all of them?? Or are you going to tell him that some of these imbeciles got this lovestruck immediately just by taking one glimpse at you? You would sound absolutely insane to him if you have chosen to tell him none of them, absolutely none of them are interested in you in any way- Especially those dumbass bourgeois blondies.

Jesus fuck, what type of luck is that? Having all these morons be so interested in impressing you by winning a prize for you? Sounds dumb to him, but still, if winning it's what takes to make these fools stop daydreaming about you then so be it. It's not that he really wants to impress you by giving the prize he won, he just wants to see the twins cry after noticing the cruel reality that they don't have you- Or that they can't get everything that they want, that could work too-

Jack is sure to seem calm and unbothered throughout the entire event, trying to sound happy that he won, and trying even harder to not make the laugh in the face of the rest of the competitors. But honestly, he wasn't expecting the prize to be so…. convenient? Really? A place where he can take you to be all alone with him while enjoying such a joyful season?? Yes, he'll gladly take it and make sure to shove in everyone's faces, not literally, but clear enough for everyone to get the message.

Although he is happy for his win, he doesn't really know what to do from there- The fact was starting to settle in when he rethought over and over again about the trip. Somewhere all alone with you, sounds really, well, like a dream, like a fantasy, unrealistic.

Jack will do what he does best, fake that he is calm while hiding the fact he is panicking at the thought of being this close to you. Again, he doesn't want you to know how much he wished for this. Whenever he acts like he doesn't care at all, he at least hopes you know you do mean a lot to him.

🍈A.I (non-binary/gender neutral)👾

→Yuma Soma:

Yuma was focused on winning the moment they entered the competition, however they didn't know what the prize would be until they actually won it. They were more interested in the competition aspect of this event than what they would gain with it, yet when hearing what the prize would be they were, well, confused-

What is so special about this whole "free vacation"? A cabin in the middle of the woods with nothing but snow? Pff- As if snow is even that cool for them to want to see it! Yeah, they know what snow is….. 100%...... yeaaaaaah.

Okay fine, they don't really know what it is. I mean- Sure they know the definition of it, and they have seen a bit of it in their game, although they bet that what they have seen isn't half like the real deal.

It may seem silly, but maybe this trip could be a great opportunity for them to be able to see it and feel it for the first time with you by their side. With you trapped inside the game or not.

Don't be so mean boo, they promise they'll behave this time! The biggest gift you can give them it's the wonderful time you two will share, then again, it's not like you can really do anything against it, right?

🍬Kitsune🦊

→Tatsumi:

To be honest, Tatsumi isn't one for entering these types of competitions unless the price is truly worth it. Money would be the first thing in his list of priorities, yet the idea of going into vacation on the holidays doesn't sound half as bad, ya know?

While walking around the city plaza with you, you two noticed the event happening and decided to take a look.

He wanted to try it out because it sounded fun, yet to actually win?? This feels amazing yet somewhat inappropriate to him, he didn't really consider the possibility of winning, that it almost feels like he would be taking something that he doesn't deserve.

And as he struggles to come out with any excuse as to why he can't take the prize, even though he could take it and give it to any of his friends, you decided to intervene and take the prize for him.

You already knew how Tatsumi felt about himself, you didn't know exactly what led to it but you did know about his constant breakdowns whenever he thought no one was looking. He did tell you about some of his issues but whenever he could he would fake it as being something dumb that you shouldn't worry about, but come on- You already know that is bullshit.

Tatsumi would feel better knowing you're coming with him, but he would still feel awkward knowing it's just the two of you, and it's not like he won't receive thousands of messages from all of his friends calling him out for not inviting any of them. It's not like they had anything against you, they just really liked messing with him over his massive crush over a you-

He may be a little sneaky perv bastard, but come on now- You know he will treat you right while you two are there, honestly he just wants to enjoy some change of scenery with his favorite person.

🍰CEO📏

→Ingrid Bright:

First things first, Ingrid is a serious woman owner of the biggest business empire in the country- Do you really think she has time for things like that? Cause either way, even if she lost, she could have- Built a winter resort just for herself if she wanted to go there so badly.

But who knows, maybe she found something charming about winning the competition and sharing the prize with you, it's… A bit more charming than her just bringing you to a place she paid for. Something about the novelty of winning something for you sounds really appealing, maybe even worth the trial and error, and again she doesn't really need it, so there isn't any harm in trying.

Although let's be honest, there is a slight possibility that the game was rigged to her favour considering her own status against the various competitors. What? It's not like she is aware of it, if anything she is just as clueless as every other person competing.

She probably does need some rest from the same boring office that she has to work in everyday, and bringing you with her may be the best part of it all! What do you say? Want to get some rest far away from the company?

Well, maybe not completely far away, considering she is your boss… But, maybe if Ms. Bright gets to relax for a while, she'll eventually soften up. You won't be in an awkward trip with your boss anymore, you'll be on a surprisingly nice vacation with a person you knew for a while but only got to truly know recently. She really hopes you don't see her as just your boss...

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How would The yandere teachers react to a darling that was know for delinquent behavior in there old school being completely normal and even super helpful in there class?

I'm sorry if I made you wait too long, holy shit, I love this ask-

I feel like I should, redo my characters, but, I'm still a little confused lol XD

Anyway, here we are :3

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Little delinquent…? [Yandere Teacher x "Delinquent"!Reader - Headcanons]:

I'm gonna do them separately, because, nyeh, why not? 🤷🏻‍♀️😙

→Matthew Robinson:

This man 👏🏻 Doesn't have time👏🏻 For this shit.

He heard all of the terrible things you did.

Or well, presumably did.

He had already dealt with delinquents who had done way worse than you, so you better not act like royalty on his class like the other ones, because he'll-

"- Hey! Good morning! My name is [Y/N] [L/N], it's nice to meet you!" You say, entering the class in such a hurry and with the brightest smile on the entire world on your face.

All students were taken aback by your sudden introduction, but even more about your cheerful attitude (since most of them already heard the rumors about you). The most surprised person, however, was your teacher.

Not only did you scare the life out of him, he didn't expect you being so nice with everyone. Maybe you weren't the student he was expecting, maybe this was all a coincidence?

Two students named [Y/N], while one was a troublemaker, the other one was a walking sunshine.

But that wouldn't make sense, there is only one [Y/N] [L/N] assigned to his class. Yet when looking at you, he doesn't see a delinquent, or someone that would cause him any trouble. He sees a little sweetheart.

He doesn't let his guard down just yet, however. You came in late and made a lot of noise just by introducing yourself, so you weren't exactly free from any scolding.

He needs to be sure that you aren't just acting up just because is your first day. He tells you to take a seat, pretty close to his desk. So he can keep a better eye on you.

Throughout the whole class, you been well-behaved and friendly with all your classmates, that were freaking out every time you said "hi" to them.

He thought about calling you out on your constant chatting, but then again, it was your first day and you seemed excited to know more about your classmates. And you weren't really talking all that much, just asking if you could borrow something you forgot.

He only gave you a couple of glances when you would speaking a little too loud, so you would take a hint. Yet, you seemed so… innocent. You didn't get angry or made a fuss saying that "you weren't even talking".

"- Oh… Sorry!" You would shy away with just a stare? Really?

You been paying close attention to what he says, and what he teaches you. It's nice to see you paying attention, but it feels so distracting.

After your first week, he heard other teachers talk about you, all of them were impressed with your kindness, even if they all were waiting a little troublemaker.

When school ended, you would help your teachers to clean the class before going back home. With isn't really needed, there are plenty of janitors around the school.

Yet there you are, chatting with the school staff and helping with their work.

He should probably stop stalking you. He has seen with his own eyes that you weren't the person that he heard about, you were better than what people thought you were.

However, something kept him from simply walking away, from letting you be and giving you your privacy.

Since your first day, he has taken the spot as your stern, grumpy teacher. He hasn't been necessarily mean towards you, but he would act a lot more distant with you than other students.

It was pretty selfish of him to act like this considering you haven't done anything wrong. But he wanted to keep observing.

In his head, the reasons behind doing this things were to see if you weren't the delinquent everyone was afraid off and to let you know that he doesn't tolerate troublemakers.

But inside his obsessive little heart, he was stalking you because he couldn't have enough of you, and he was being distant because it was how he was. He didn't knew how to react to your presence.

You managed to steal his heart in the three weeks, yet not even you or him noticed this.

→Madeline Allen:

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, please no!?

She doesn't really like conflict. So when she heard she would be dealing with a delinquent she was instantly frightened.

To make matters worse, she heard you came from her old high school, a school known for their terrible discipline and being the "breeding place" for most delinquents and gangs around town.

She hated that place so much, that after she graduated she burned her blue uniform jacket, so she couldn't remember all the terrible things that happened there.

But if you're from that school, and if you're a delinquent, then all her memories will come back to taunt her!

She is freaking out while waiting for her next class.

' Please don't come in, please don't come in, please don't come in-' She chanted inside her mind, hoping it would work somehow.

When all the students came in, none of them were wearing that disgusting blue jacket, and none of them looked… Like delinquents.

' Oh good, I guess they missed the first day of school!' Madeline thought happily, thinking that if you aren't here, she can prepare herself more when she has to see you.

She decided to purposely miss your name from the class calling, still thinking you weren't there. But when she finished the list and ask if she missed anyone, a soft and timid voice said:

"- H-Hi! You didn't say my name…" She looked at the student who said it. Finding out a adorable new student with beautiful bright eyes.

"- I'm sorry, dear. Can you tell me your name so I can write it down?"

"- It's [Y/N] [L/N]."

At that moment the whole atmosphere on the class changed. No one was expecting you to be the so called delinquent.

Madeline looked up again, afraid the student that she saw was only a mirage. You looked so cute and kind, there was no way you were as bad as they had thought.

But then again, if there was one thing that she learned from her time at Saint Bernard's School for Little Prodigies was that appearances aren't all that they seemed.

She didn't want to confess that she purposely missed your name, but she didn't want to lie about your name not being there either, so she only said:

"- Oh, I'm so sorry, your name is here, I guess I totally missed." Smooth.

You looked apprehensive, afraid your name wasn't in this class and you would have to go and find where could your class be, but when she said you belong here you looked so relieved.

It was adorable how you smiled at her, so eager to be in her class.

She can deny her growing curiosity. She didn't want to remember about her old school, yet she wanted to know how is it today.

You don't look or act like a bully. So maybe they finally changed their ways?

Looking at you being so attentive to her class and being such a sweetheart with school staff filled her with hope.

She decided to approach you by asking how was your older school, and although you feel a little scared of telling her, you do it anyway.

The truth was that you didn't spend as much time in there as most people think. You been there for four months and that was it. You couldn't put into words how terrible everything was, it was like hell on Earth!

You would go meet her in her class after school ended. She would offer you some cookies while you would try your best to explain how it was in that awful place.

You been the victim of awful pranks, bullying, you been accused of being a thief multiple times, even if no one has any proof. Gangs dominated the school and it was easy to see how the students were the ones that truly owned the place.

The only thing you remember learning in that school, was how to survive in a school after all classes ended, late at night, with minimum food and hiding away from the gangs that were fighting inside school at 1:00 a.m.

You also remember hearing that place was haunted, so yeah, it was your worst slumber party ever.

Every detail you told her made you remember the awful things you went through in the span of four months. You started to cry without even realizing.

And Madeline started crying too. She was in that place for three years. If you went through hell in four months, imagine going through it for three years.

But, oddly enough, she wasn't alarmed by the memories coming in. What she was truly worried about was you.

"- I-I don't how I did it, I-" You tried to speak. You tried to reason. How the hell did you survive?

"- Shh, it's okay." She interrupted you to hug you. To comfort you.

"- You're crying too, I'm sorry if-"

"- I know, don't worry about it."

You been there, you been through hell, yet you're so kind. You didn't change, you didn't let that awful place change who you were. She can tell you always been like this, thoughtful of others and kind.

You didn't let that place change you, like Madeline did.

You hugged her back and let her comfort you.

That was the moment where she decided, she won't let you get hurt anymore.

You been so gentle and helpful towards students and school staff, even if they all were scared of you. She can let anyone speak about you as if you were some sort of disease, not anymore.

She won't let that happen.

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