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rie-092 · 2 months

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LITTLE SIBLING.

⟡﹒yandere! older brother x fem! reader

summary : your older brother thinks that your boyfriend wasn't good enough for you.

during his childhood, yohan davis really wanted a little sister. a sweet little sister that he can protect and adore forever. but, that dream was shattered when his dad died and he had already accepted the fact that no matter what happened, he won't be able to have a little sister. because he can't force his mom to remarry just because of his selfish desire after all.

and let's be honest here. with yohan's handsome face and those captivating (e/c) eyes of his. even when he was a child, everyone adored him. and maybe that was the main reason why he became like— this. uh, a spoiled son who was able to get whatever he wanted? aside from little sister, of course.

but then, when he reached the age of 15, his mom got remarried. he was excited, for his mom and for the chance that he can achieve his dream through his new dad. yep, he knew how obsessed he was with having a little sibling. everyone, except his mom (since she thinks that it was a cute thing but clearly it's not) has pointed it out to him. but he didn't care since in his eyes, it was unfair for him that his friends had little siblings that they could adore and spoil.

and yohan fucking celebrated when he got the news of his mom being pregnant a year later. he basically ran to his new dad and hugged him tightly and started to thank him and his ehem, let's forget about the last part. anyway, after that sudden revelation, yohan had started looking for good names that he could give to his younger sibling. he also looked for some cute toys and clothes but let's forget about it.

yohan, during his little sibling's birth stayed at the hospital. he didn't give a fuck about what other people were saying when he did all of his homework at the hospital while waiting for his parents and his new little sibling. and boy, oh, boy. yohan teared up when he saw you for the first time. you were so cute, so precious, so adorable and the most innocent thing on this planet.

“ so, how about you give her a name, son? ”

that was what he was waiting for. with a smile, he kissed your forehead as he told them the name that he had come up with after the 9 months that he spent thinking a name that suits you. (first name), his little sister. don't worry, your big brother will give you everything that you want and he will do everything for you.

expect that this guy will be quite overprotective when it comes to you. don't complain if you aren't able to play with your peers or if he doesn't let you go out and lock you at home. he was just worried! you're too innocent! what if you got kidnapped when he wasn't looking?! oh, and when he realized that you're allergic to (insert food here)? that day, you weren't able to see that thing inside your house again since yohan really threw a fit in front of your parents exclaiming that if they served you that kind of food again, he would run away and he will bring you with him.

but aside from his obsession, overprotectiveness and overbearing personality. yohan was a good older brother for you. he was much better than your classmates' older brothers. when the truth is he just engraved the 'he's the best older brother in the world' idea on your mind during your early childhood so that you will stay with him forever

anyways, much to his disappointment, when you became a teenager you found yourself a boyfriend. and that angers yohan. i mean, why do you think that boy deserves you? gosh, he was the one who raised you and he knew that boy wasn't deserving of you! he did his best to make you dependent on him. he cooked for you, washed your clothes and even made sure that you didn't know how to do housework! do you think that boy will do that for you? yeah, no.

expect that yohan will always roll his eyes when you mention your boyfriend whenever you are with him. this guy shamelessly stalks you when you are on a date, and when he sees that your boyfriend is about to kiss you? he will immediately call you to cut off that dirty romantic atmosphere that disgusting guy created. that guy bought you a gift? don't worry, your brother will give you a more extravagant the next day.

he will do anything to make you see that you made a wrong choice of getting into a relationship with someone. look, he knew that his obsession with his little sister was because his friends and bandmates always pointing out to him. there was some point when they asked him if he romantically saw you but that only disgusts him. the hell are they talking about? why would he romantically see his little sister? do they think that he's a sick freak? that's disgusting.

sure he stalks his little sister, sure he makes her dependent on him, sure he manipulates his younger sister that he's the kindest soul alive, sure there are some points that he commits crime for you. but anyways— he only did that because you were his little sister. his innocent and fragile little sister that he needs to protect!

and when the news about your boyfriend cheating on you reached his ears. he was fucking happy! see? he told you, that guy wasn't good enough for you! oh, his poor little sister. the only thing that he did when he saw you go home crying was to hug and comfort you but of course, while he manipulates you thinking that other guy aside from him and your dad was like that. a fucking freak that will only hurt your feelings.

ah, of course! do you think that he'll forget about that ex-boyfriend of yours? of course, he won't! because yohan, with a 'little talk' made sure that guy won't be able to approach you again. oh? you're worried when he came home bloodied and had a bruise on his cheek? this guy will tell you that your ex suddenly punched him out of nowhere when he talked to him when the truth is he beat that guy half to death. hehehe, and seeing you believed him made him smile widely. ah, it seems like you're really stuck with him from now on. and yohan was willing to sell his soul to a demon just to make sure this would last forever.

“ big brother's doing this for your sake so listen to me, okay? ”

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere headcanons #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere #platonic x reader #platonic yandere headcannons #imagines #tw. obsession #tw. manipulation #tw. mention of blood #tw. violence #tw. stalking

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holylulusworld · 1 month

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Just thinking...What if... stalked reader is the crazy one and the "poor" stalker doesn't know what he got himself into. 👀👀

Someone needs to save him from dear Y/N...😂

Reader: "Wait! You didn't stalk me for a week. Where have you been?"

Stalker: "What? I..."

Reader: "We have a routine, Sir. I leave my bedroom curtains open so you can get a glimpse of my cute bottom and I get off imagining you will break into my apartment to eat my coochie!"

Stalker: Loses his shit. "What the fuck!"

Reader: "You can't change our routine out of the blue. Thursday nights are there for our sex dates!"

Stalker: "Sex dates?" *starts to sweat.* He looks around the deserted street, asking himself if this is the right moment to grab you.

Reader: *sighs deeply* "I got the bags with me for a reason," you point at the duffle bags slung over your shoulder. "Now, chop-chop and kidnap me! I want to see your home!"

#lulu rants #ignore me #just thinking #bucky barnes idea #stalker Bucky barnes #tw: mentions of stalking #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes

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untoldstar · 1 year

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yandere! pervert neighbor x fem reader

TW: yandere themes, nsfw themes, stalking, obsessive behavior.

hey everyone! kinda an intro to a new oc that I’m not completely sure I’ll write about, even though I’m writing about him I still feel repulsed by the concept but if I do write about him again his name is oliver! which is a name that popped up into my head while writing this and I was like “yep that works!” which summarizes my process of choosing oc names.

He had heard that there was new neighbor moving in soon but he didn’t care much for it, nor did he want that to happen, to him neighbors can be a nuisance sometimes but he mostly prefers to keep to himself, he was walking past his living room window and that’s when he caught a glimpse of you carrying boxes inside the house, he hasn’t even realized his movements stopping and him standing at the window watching you for several minutes.

He didn’t know why but he found himself opening his door and walking towards your house which was right in front of his, convenient, he offered you help with carrying all the boxes but he really just wanted to get closer, he didn’t know why he just wanted to be near you, you were beautiful and so pretty, nice too! unlike all the crappy neighbors that moved in before.

He was so engaged in every word you said, he didn’t want it to end, he offered his help with unpacking but you declined saying his help with carrying the boxes was more than enough, you really were an angel~ He insisted but in the end, the rational part of his brain dragged him back to his house.

His day carried on as usual but with him glancing at your window every few seconds and brainstorming excuses to see you, was there anything he had to warn you about the neighborhood? maybe the house structure? should he go traditional and bring you a pie or something? he wanted to see you again so bad.

The sky had darkened and he made his way to your door knocking, he ordered pizza that turned out to be too much for him silly him! he invited you over to hang out feeling giddy when you agree which he would never admit to out loud.

The atmosphere light and comfortable, you both spent the night talking and now you were in the middle of telling a story without noticing he had already zoned out completely, as much as he adores your voice and every single thing you say but with you both sitting so close on the couch and you looking so beautiful he can’t help but have his mind wander to him trailing his hand up your thighs, leaning close and capturing your lips between his, pulling you even closer, kisses becoming more heated and before you know it he’s above you with his tongue swirling with yours, groaning as he grinds his cock against you, his hand slowly trailing down into your pants to feel just how wet you are for him-

He blinks and breathes in a sharp inhale when he hears you curse out, jesus he had to calm down, it was getting late and you had to go home, as much as he loves spending time with you he desperately had to make you leave before you notice his cock getting hard.

Once you leave he cleans up and heads upstairs, when he’s done with his night routine and gets under the bed covers, a light switching on from your bedroom catches his attention, sitting up he realizes he almost has a perfect view of your bedroom window from here! he smiles softly when you come in to his view, no longer pushing away the feeling rising up in his chest. His eyes widen when you your hands grab the hem of your shirt and lift it over your head, you only had a lamp on so you weren’t exposed to the entire street but he definitely could see you with how close your houses were. You moved down to take off your pants and underwear then bent down to pick up the shirt you left in the ground, fuck, were you doing this on purpose? you must be, you must know that he can see you right now, that he’s watching your every move his eyes not letting a single inch of your body escape his gaze, you must know that he won’t be able to sleep a wink tonight from the image you’ve engraved into his mind, he could see himself being in your room right now sitting in the bed with you on top of him, bouncing on his cock as he groped every inch of you-

This was so wrong, he knew that he knew how wrong it was for him to sit there and watch you in your most vulnerable state but he can’t take his eyes off of you no matter what your doing, he feels hypnotized. He sat and watched you until your lights finally went out, he’s your neighbor after all and neighbors look after eachother right?

part 2

#yandere #yandere blog #obsessive yandere #yandere neighbor #fem reader #male yandere #oc #yandere oc #yandere neighbor x reader #yandere x reader #stalking mention #obsession #tw yandere #neighbor x reader #why do I name my oc’s like they’re goldfish

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lackinglevi · 2 years

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yandere!coworker when you’re out sick

cw: yandere behavior, stalking, mention of kidnapping, mentions of being sick, mention of murder.

a/n: first time actually finishing something and posting it, i have no idea how to start doing this shit.

yandere!coworker . . . who just can’t help but wonder if you won’t bother coming into work today when he catches a glimpse of your heavy panting and a chilled towel placed on your pretty forehead from the camera he managed to discreetly place in the aquarium facing your bed, which is just below the window-the exact one he’s learned to expertly open and shut hundreds of times by now without so much as an offbeat breath from your sleeping form.

yandere!coworker . . . who is already hyperventilating at the thought of not being able to see the way your hips move side-to-side while walking up to greet those disgusting customers who recognize-like him-just how intoxicating you are and hope for the chance to get the cute girl’s number. he’s replaying the incident from a couple days ago in his head like a loop. you squeamishly made your way over to him from across the room that night when you knew you wouldn’t be able to get the annoying regular who insists he can "treat you right" off your tail. he’s got it handled really! he’s glad you can trust him to deal with these pesky animals. a princess like you needs to be taken care of, you just need.…him (even if you don’t see that yet), not some greasy-fingered 40-something clinging to the hem of your shorts like a child. you don’t even notice the news headline proclaiming his tragic "suicide" the following week!

yandere!coworker . . . who wonders if he should call out from work and bring you some warm soup? would it be too weird if he showed up on your doorstep? maybe just leaving a small note that reads, "feel better my love<;3 you look divine in your sleep" beside the steaming pot of chicken noodle soup and leaving it at your doorstep would suffice. crouched down on the neighbor's front lawn to ensure you got your meal, he can’t help but notice the way you still look stunning as your limping form appeared behind the keypad-locked door (he’s made sure to get the code just in case you need his help!), the ruffles on your pajama shorts just barely exposing the color of your underwear, you went with red that day. my favorite color, he thought, whether or not you made that choice knowingly, it already had a tent forming in his pants and he took mental note to snatch the pair you had on now, the next morning.

yandere!coworker . . . who can’t handle knowing whether or not your extremely high fever has gone down and spends the entirety of his lunch break monitoring you from the dozens of hidden cameras he’s managed to put in your home during his little "visits." from the way your breath quickens, to the way you mumble silly nothings in your sleep, he’s entranced (but still keeping a worried face). he records everything, not only in his mind, but on his spare flash drive while being squeezed into the bathroom stall. a so-called private moment, to be replayed only by him later on. he can’t help but think about how good he’s going to treat you the next time you’re sick. . . because you’ll be with him! his own wellbeing is of no concern to him, but just think of how much easier it would be to know you were around him 24/7. it’s much less stressful for him to know you’ll always be nearby instead of staying up for nights on end peeled behind bright monitors in a poorly lit room, which is what his routine consisted of for the past couple of months.

yandere!coworker . . . who once he manages to get your nails to stop clawing at his arms and reassures you that you’re only in his basement for your own health (which he’s lined up with all your favorites and everything you may need down there), swears no one knows how to treat their darling better than he does, even if he’s just the dead-eyed coworker that manages to scare off most of the new customers and seems to be around you just a little too much. he can be more than your coworker. . . you'll see that soon!

wc: 711

#yandere imagines #yandere x reader #yandere #tw dark content #tw stalking #yandere x y/n #yandere scenarios #tw kidnapping #dark content #yandere male #yandere x you #coworkers #imagines #tw sick mention #workplace #male #male x reader #first post #be my frieeennnddd

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yuheartss · 5 months

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WHOS THAT GIRL?

IN WHICH — light finally makes a move on the girl he’s been stalking since high school

ʚɞ WC? 949 wordss

ʚɞ warnings! - stalking, hint of kidnapping, fem!reader, fluff-ish, unedited, lowercase intended!

ʚɞ a/n: I feel like I made him a little ooc but I hope not.. if I did please tell me! constructive criticism is welcome js don't b mean ⟢

In collage you were a bubbly person you had all the best fashions, best friends everything you could’ve ever wanted except one thing, a boyfriend, you told yourself that you didn’t need one you had to work on your fashion design major

You went to a small cafe to work on a dress sketch with your earbuds on you don’t notice a man coming up to you, he taps your shoulder and you look up at him “yes?” You ask “um can I sit here? All of the other tables are full” you look around and he was right it was full

“Yea sure” you said welcomingly the man smiles and sits with a cup of tea in hand “so what’s your name?” He says, hoping to start a conversation you look up from your sketchbook you give him another smile “y/n what about you?”

“Light” he says leaning back against his chair he looks at your sketch “are you in a fashion major or something? I can tell because of your unique style and your sketches” light finished, like he didn’t already know, you stare at him for a minute and laugh softly “your very observant Light,yea I’m in that major what about you?”

“I’m in criminal justice my father was a cop so I’m just following his footsteps” he said casually, looking into your eyes for any suspicions you might have “interesting…you don’t look like you’d be a cop more like a…scientist or something” you tilt you head as he chuckles

Your phone buzzed causing the both of you to look at the phone “hello?” You answered the keychain on your flip phone dangled as you leaned over to talk to your friend as you were doing this light took notice of your slicked back bun your curls covered in glitter hairspray, charms and hair clips near your ears

He knows you’ve been like this since high school you’ve Always been friendly you were popular and all but you never had any classes with light so of course you weren’t gonna remember him

Ryuk hoveres over Light his smile never falters what are you gonna do Light? Your not gonna stalk her are you? Ryuk teases looking over to you, still on call with who ever

“Very funny” Light says softly “i already know where she lives” Ryuk laughs as you turn back to Light “sorry about that something came up I gotta go it was nice meeting you Light” you say as you start to pack your things up

“Wait! Can- can I see you again?” He asks a little too desperately but that’s what girls like right? You blush a little and flip a page of your sketchbook and write your number down you rip the paper out and give it to him before speed walking out

He watches you go and looks at the note :

xxx-xxx-xxxx call me! ♡

He smiled at this and left the cafe as light walked out the street he couldn’t help but start thinking about if you r always like that or do you fake a face or the public he just couldn’t help but think about you about what makes you tic your fears everything

So two months later you guys have been hanging out and then light calls you, he asks if you want to take a walk in a park and of course you agree, you put on your best outfit ever cheetah print leg warmers here bows with similar patters over there

And of course you being the only person of color with bright colors on, it made you stand out quite a lot you got stares from girls and boys, men and women, dogs even! it made you slightly uncomfortable as you noticed this one man who kept following you ever since you got off the bus

You brushed that aside once you saw Light in the distance you called his name and he looked over to you with a smile you caught up to him and held his arm “sorry about this” you muttered as you leaned you head on his arm

Thinking that this’ll throw the man off and he’ll leave to which he did leave after a while of walking and that’s when you let go of Light “sorry some guy was following me and I wanted to shake him off” you explained as he nodded “yea I kinda figured that’s what you were doing it’s no problem” he replied deciding to be bold and take your hand

You bit your lip softly to stop the expression that your blushing to appear “soo where are we going?” You ask as you both go deeper into the park “you’ll see..” was all he said when you both got onto the center of the park he had shown you a lit up little area fairy lights, the water fountain reflecting those light’s making the water light up, flower bushes all around

“Oh wow..” you said softly placing your well-manicured hand over you mouth “like it?” He asked with a smirk watching your every move “yeah.. are you finna propose or something?” You questioned him eyeing him suspiciously

He chuckles “no no nothing like that, I was gonna ask if you wanted to be my girlfriend” you pause for a moment he was so casual about it you almost missed the question, you practically jumped on him screaming a yes he returned your hug smiling but what you couldn’t see was the dark look in his eyes

Next thing you know, your on tv you watch as the reporter says that you’ve been missing for three months she finally asks? who’s that girl?

#death note #light yagami #light yagami x reader #light yagami x you #poc reader #black!reader #tw stalking #tw mentions of kidnapping #kinda fluff #agejo gyaru #agejo!reader #gyaru reader #naowrites໑⃝

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honeypleasejustkillme · 1 year

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i wanna be so alluring to someone they can’t help but be obsessed with me, accidentally stalking, fantasizing about me, having delusions of us together. i wanna be so beautiful to someone they can’t help but be infatuated.

#actually bpd #bpd problems #bpd vent #actually borderline #actually mentally ill #bpd fp #bpd #bpd shitposting #bpd favorite person #bpd mood #ngl i’m fucked up #tw stalking mention #i just wanna be loved #lovesick #grotesque love language #unrequited infatuations

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inkblot22 · 2 months

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Can You Keep A Little Secret?

JFC this took me longer than usual I'm so sorry anon. I sort of explained it before, but I didn't exactly use your prompt, based on ineptitude on my part. After I finish reading Oshi no Ko, I might try again! Line divider by @/cafekitsune.

This fic is aimed towards sort of everyone, but the reader possesses afab features (they don't come into play until later, this chapter has no mention of them.) You'll understand what I mean by it being for everyone if you read the first paragraph or so. It has to do with suspending your belief/ employing your imagination.

TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, creep behavior, mention of death, mention of lobotomy/grippy sock jail, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.

Waking up was never your favorite part of the day, but that feeling increases tenfold when you wake up in someone else’s body. You know for sure you didn’t look like this last week, and the name on your ID is similar to your own, but you don’t recognize the face in the mirror. Whoever you’re inhabiting has a few similar features to your own, but your skin was never this dewy, your eyes never so… hollow and strange.

When you looked up your name, you found out that you, or your body, at least, had died in your sleep. When you looked up the name on that ID, you found out that you’re the child of some big business man and a prolific model, and you apparently dabble in acting. Your dad isn’t your dad, but he calls you every night to make sure you’re settling into your “new” apartment. Your mom isn’t your mom, but she has popped by once or twice to ask you how you’ve been and make you really good food. She mentioned last night that your acting instructor was worried, since you hadn’t attended your Thursday classes, and also that your agent has been trying to contact you. You didn’t know you had an agent.

When you called your agent, who was literally just titled “Agent” in your new phone, she sounded relieved then irritated, chiding you for living the high life too fast. She said you weren’t popular or loved enough to go on week-long benders, and then she mentioned that she had a job for you and she’d see you on Thursday. According to this phone that isn’t yours, Thursday was tomorrow.

You made a night of getting prepared- slathering on the fancy face masks, trying on various outfits, scrolling through the pictures on the phone of your new body in the past, painting your really gorgeous nails- and then you went to sleep and woke up to a phone call from your new dad.

“Hi, sweetheart!”

“Uh… hi, Dad…” You mumbled. You didn’t know him from Adam, but there was no point in being rude to him.

He pauses, and then he speaks slowly, “Did you hear from your agent, honey?”

“Yeah- yeah I did, uh, I have acting class in a little, and she said she has a job for me.”

“Oh, I’m glad to hear it! You know you can always visit me if something is wrong, okay? Just call me or Devin and he’ll come get you as soon as possible.”

You don’t know who Devin is, but you don’t point it out, “Of course. Thank you, dad.”

There was another pause. This one stretches out for a while and then he mumbles, “Okay… love you, sweetpea.”

“Uh… love you too. I’ll call you when I get back home?”

“Sure thing. Bye bye.”

The call ends with a click and you hop in the shower, trying to scrub away the confusion. You pair the lotion with a body spray that makes you smell like a summer afternoon in an apple orchard, and then you dress yourself in a soft off the shoulder sweater dress with a pair of tights with little sequins and gems sewn onto the sheer black material. You pull your hair back, tied at the nape of your neck, and roll on some lip gloss. You grab your bag, which isn’t your bag, and stroll out, walking down the street to get to the talent agency.

The receptionist looks at you in some measure of shock and greets you kindly. You smile and wave. He looks even more confused as you clomp into the stairwell. Once you get to the third floor, mildly out of breath, you hurry to room 3-5 and silently slide into the back.

You’re not sure why you’re acting so covert, as the class hasn’t even started. A woman with dark hair strolls in and flinches when she sees you sitting there, your new name tumbling from her lips with confusion.

“Hello.” You hope that she’s the instructor, “How are you?”

She looks at you like you grew two heads and forces a smile, “Oh, I’m well, dear. Give me a moment to look outside.”

She clicks to the window in her heels and opens the blinds looking around wildly before she turns back to you.

“Well, nothing’s on fire and there’s a distinct lack of flying pigs, so I guess you’re finally serious about getting better at acting?”

“Uh… I…?” You don’t know how to respond, “I didn’t realize I’d been late so often.”

“Late? Half the time you didn’t even show up. The only person worse than you is-”

The door behind you opens. You clench your hands to stop the shaking you just realized you were struggling with, and turn slightly in your seat to see a willowy young man, tousled lavender hair being haphazardly smoothed by his slender hands.

The instructor snorts, “Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Felmier.”

He smiles, but it’s a bit too calculated. When he speaks, his voice is soft, almost artificial, “Ah ha… Good morning, Angie.”

Angie, evidently, rolls her eyes and takes a seat at the front of the room, crossing her long legs, and tilts her head skeptically, “Sure. If a satellite doesn’t crash in this room and kill us all in the middle of class, I’ll be shocked.”

“Mr. Felmier” walks over and smiles at you. It seems even more strained than before, and keeps eye contact with you as he points to the chair next to you, his voice high and sweet, “Mind if I sit here?”

“Oh, of course not. I don’t own that chair, haha!” You joke.

His face twitches, some micro expression that you’re just observant enough to notice, but not to see, and he takes a seat. Angie gets up and leaves and you look out the window. You can feel eyes on you, and when you turn to look at him, his face is impassive save for a slight narrowing of his eyes. You look down at yourself and pat your cheeks, suddenly nervous.

“Oh, no, is there something on me?” You ask.

He doesn’t immediately respond, his eyes blinking so fast that if he hadn’t done it twice you would have never seen the movement, and then he gives you that sweet, plastic smile, “Oh, no. Your makeup is different than usual. It looks nice. Pretty.”

“I- I’m only wearing lipgloss, so I guess that’s why. Thank you.”

He nods slowly, and tilts his head, still smiling as though he’s trained to do so, “After we’re done here, did you want to go get brunch together?”

You’re about to say no. You don’t remember him, because this is not your life you’re living, but if you did know him, you’d decline anyway. Something feels funny about him. You don’t really have to decline, though, since you have to go down to floor 2 and see your agent afterwards anyway, “Oh, uh, I’m so sorry. I have to do something after.”

“I can wait.”

“I don’t want to put you out. Maybe another time?”

His eyebrows pinch together ever so slightly and his smile doesn’t strain, but it feels wrong as he leans his elbow on the back of his chair to better face you, “Did you hear the news from Mirelle?”

“What news?” You don’t know who Mirelle is.

“Oh, you’re meeting with her afterwards, aren’t you?” He smooths the hair along your temple so it is slicked behind your ear, “Are you wearing that perfume I got you? You said you hated it.”

Okay, so whoevers body this was definitely knew this man, and now you don’t even know his full name. Judging from the way he’s speaking to you, you were friends at least. Your lashes flutter and you look away from him.

“I- I’m sorry. It smells very nice.” You don’t know how you’re supposed to be acting. The irony of waiting for an acting class while not knowing what your role here happens to be is not lost on you.

Felmier sits up like you insulted him and his voice is quiet, so quiet and tense that you don’t think you’re supposed to hear him, “Interesting.”

You glance at him again, “What?”

“I didn’t say anything. You like that bagel place down the street, don’t you? After you see Mirelle, meet me in the lobby. I think we should have a chat.” Although he is smiling, his voice doesn’t leave any room for argument as he turns back to the front.

You stand up, leaving your purse in your seat, and walk to the window, looking out of it for a moment until Angie strolls back in. She clicks her tongue and you walk back to your seat.

“It’s just you two? Now I’m really expecting a freak accident. Well, let’s get started.”

Acting class was… interesting. Since it was just the three of you, Angie had you read lines from a script and act out some kind of argument. She seemed pleased with your performance, but Felmier kept stumbling over his lines and making the wrong expression. He seemed tense by the time the two hour long session was over. You didn’t want to follow that thread, and besides, you had somewhere to be. You went down the stairs again and bumped into a woman with silver hair, who looked at you just as confused as everyone else had been, and smiled sweetly, genuinely.

“Hey, you. You’re a bit early.” She says.

“Uh, yeah. I guess so? I don’t know.” You guessed this was supposed to be Mirelle, your agent, maybe.

“It’s a good change, babe. Why don’t you come into my office?” She doesn’t really ask, since she’s already leading you over.

She takes a seat behind her desk and you take a seat in front of her, and she taps away at her computer for a moment before she says something.

“You remember Epel? Epel Felmier?”

“Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“Oh? You ‘guess so’? Not that the two of you are constantly arguing, or anything.” She smirks, glancing away from her monitor to look at you, “Regardless, I’ve got something that will help with your little PR nightmare last month. What were you thinking?”

“Uh, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes narrow a fraction, but whatever she was thinking is ignored, “You and Epel are gonna be collaborating on an upcoming short film. Hopefully the two of you don’t get into another screaming match.”

“Um. Yeah. Hopefully.” All this new information and these new people are making your head spin. You don’t want to start panicking- you did enough of that last week- but you’re already exhausted. You wonder if there’s a back entrance to this building so you can just sneak out and don’t have to talk to Epel again. You don’t think you can mentally handle him talking to you over a cup of coffee.

Your agent, Mirelle, is looking at you expectantly, like she just said something. Your heart jumps into your throat, then sinks to your gut and you clear your throat quietly, shifting in your chair.

She laughs airily, “Oh, you didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?”

You shake your head, and she laughs again.

“I just said that production starts Monday. Try not to do anything crazy. This project is monumentally important for your public image.”

“Okay. Sorry for causing so much trouble in the past.” You mutter, standing up.

She shrugs with a happy little grin, “Oh, you’re young. Maybe you’ll grow out of it.”

You just nod. How are you supposed to even respond to that? If you get mad, you’ll probably get hysterical, and if you get hysterical, that is a one way ticket to a stay in grippy sock jail or a lobotomy. Rich people are different, and even though you’re living in some rich person’s body, you did not live this life for longer than a week.

You purposely walk to the other staircase. Most buildings have two for fire safety. Your eyes water as you pause on the stairs and you sigh before you start descending them.

Just as you get to the exit, your hand on the door, you hear a voice behind you, “Hey.”

It scares you out of your skin. You jump and spin and squawk, only to meet the wicked smile of Epel. It doesn’t reach his round blue eyes. He tilts his head from side to side, slowly, as if appraising you, and then he starts walking towards you and you push back against the door, opening it ever so slightly. He stops his motion and looks a tad surprised.

Then his eyes narrow, “Come back in.”

His voice sounds different, rougher. You don’t really want to, but it’s hot outside and you figure from all the odd looks and reactions you’ve gotten, running would be too erratic for this poor person’s life you’ve taken over.

When you close the door and remain leaned against it, Epel’s face relaxes. You didn’t even realize he was making any sort of tense expression. He glances at the spandrel, the area beneath the stairs, and sighs.

“You hit your head last week? That why you were missin’?” Yeah, he’s speaking entirely differently. He has a sort of charming country twang to his voice, an underlying roughness that makes him seem even more boyish than before.

“Huh?”

“‘Huh?’” He mocks, looking back at you. He looks like he might cry, but his eyes are angry, “That all you got to say? For years you’ve told me that I don’t mean shit, and now you’re actin’ like you don’t even know me.”

He is right. You don’t know him at all. Even though you’re still in the cool building, you begin to sweat. You don’t know what to say to this without going through the experiences you’ve had in the past week, so you decide you don’t have to, especially since it seems like he may get aggressive if you say the wrong thing.

You lean hard against the aptly named panic bar, turn on your heel once outside, and take off running. It dawns on you a little late that he might be following, or, seven forbid, that he knows where you live, so you take a different route as dictated by your GPS and call your new father as soon as you get in the building.

It’s the middle of the work day, so he obviously doesn’t pick up. You unlock the apartment door and pant breathlessly, leaving a hasty voicemail, “O-oh, great seven- ugh- okay, hi, Dad. I told you I’d call you when I get home, so that’s what I’m doing. Hope I didn’t disrupt a meeting or whatever. Call me back, bye.”

You flop face down on the bed and groan, rolling onto your back as the ringtone that you would never choose goes off. In bold white letters on the screen, it says “Bumpkin Boy” with no other indication of who it might be. You pick up.

The voice on the other end sounds heated, a quiet mocking lilt to it, “Bet you went home, huh?”

Your blood runs cold and your very ability to speak is ripped from your lips.

“S’okay. You don’t have to talk. I could pay you a little visit, see what it’s like to live like a nepo baby for a day, but I think…” He pauses, and when he next speaks you hear the smile in his voice, “I think I’ll just wait for Monday, since you owe me a coffee date, don’t you?”

He hangs up after that. You stand up and double-check that you’ve locked the door before you hide in your closet and try not to start hyperventilating. You can’t even beat yourself up for this one. These circumstances are entirely out of your control.

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INFATUATION (3/?)

homelander x fem!reader

series summary — homelander meets Ashley's sister and he's already feeling infatuated with you and he just can't help it, even though ashely is fucking annoying he can't help but think you were the exact opposite.

summary — after a very long day of anger and stress which makes you loses your job homelander offers you a very tempting job.

warnings — homelander being himself, mentioned stalking, angst, fluff, toxicity from homelander, unwanted groping/sa (mentioned and not by homelander, men being there usual asshole selves.

word count — 2948

authors note — sorry for the kinda long wait I was trying to get ideas for this and luckily tonight was one of those nights I got one.

homelander masterlist | the boys mastelrist

Feeling the fire grow inside of you as you looked up at the security guard in front of you, you tried not to get yourself arrested. You couldn’t afford bail at this point in your life since you had just lost your job. Said guy who groped you a few days ago tried to get a little more from you, and the only thing you could think about doing was kicking the asshole in the balls which got you fired.

Made since, your boss was a man. Men usually stick together in situations like this.

You know you should regret since you have a baby to take care of but deep down, that man already got too much leniency and now you wanted to do much more than kick the dick in the balls. This is one of the few times you have gotten angry.

Unfortunately for you, another reason why you were made is because Ellie's father had decided he wanted to step up now and be a father, claiming he had a right to see her, he was her father.

To be honest you were gobsmacked during that whole entire conversation with him, his ego had decided to grow more over the past year since you had seen him. He had no fucking right to be calling you, after he ditched you claiming he didn’t want to be a father and left you pregnant. Whilst you had to give birth and take care of your child alone. Daniel had no rights in this situation, she was your child, you are there for her when she cries at night, you’re there when she needs to be fed, you’re there when she needs her diaper changed, and you’re there when she needs comforting.

Not him.

But him and his asshole behavior had claimed he was a changed person ever since he met this woman who changed his mind, and that made you lose your fucking mind. How could this one girl change his mind, but not the mother of his fucking child.

Ellie needs a father.

Another ridiculous sentence he spewed and you had to chuckle on the phone when he said that. Ellie didn’t need a father, especially not one like him. One that might ditch at the drop of a dime. If he wanted to see Ellie he had another thing coming, you would fight like hell before he even set eyes on her.

That's what landed you here, at Vought, where you were hoping to find Ashley, wanting help and advice on what to do for money and an asshole who seems to think he’s the king of the world.

But this security guard said Ashley wasn’t meeting with anyone and you rolled your eyes. You didn’t have a meeting with your sister, when you just wanted to talk to her. Luckily Ellie was at Daycare, ever since you had found a trustworthy one. You didn’t want her to pick up on your bad energy. Even though she was a baby.

“Listen I am her sister, I don’t have a meeting with her, if you would just call her you could see I’m not lying,” You sternly said glaring up at the security guard.

“She’s busy,” He said in a monotone tone.

“Fine then please just let her know-,” You began to say but a voice cut you off before you could finish your sentence. A voice you knew all too well.

“Is everything okay down here,” Homelanders questioned as he looked between you and the guy. Once he heard you enter the building he could help but come down to greet you, all his interviews and superhero nonsense was done for the day.

He had heard your anger on the way down in the elevator and he wondered what made you so angry. It seemed like it would take a lot to get someone like you angry. But he couldn't deny you looked very cute when angry, even though that’s something that you would try to deny. Homelander was glad to catch you without the baby attached to your hip, or with your sister.

“No sir she was just leaving,” The security guard said as his heart beat started to race a bit.

“I just wanted to get a message to my sister,” You snapped before putting your hand up to your forehead and began to pinch the bridge of your nose, feeling that stress was starting to way on you a bit.

“Okay you can leave I got this,” Homelander ordered the man in front of as he tried to not let a laugh out at this. The guy shifted awkwardly before scurrying off somewhere else to guard, leaving just the two of you standing here. He could hear your heart racing.

Although it wasn’t out of fear. You were really angry he could see that just by looking at you and with his superpowers but a normal human could see it. The way your hands were clenched at your sides and your brows furrowed. It was really obvious.

“Thanks for that,” You gritted out not wanting to get angry at the most powerful man in the world knowing he could kill you in a blink of an eye. “Do you know where my sister is,” You questioned in a much calmer tone.

“Unfortunately she’s not in the building at the moment, she’s out at some meeting for Vought and probably won’t be back for a few more hours,” Homelander answered your question ignoring the tone in your voice, although he did hate it when people got angry at him and that ended up very drastic. He kinda liked it on you.

You were different from any woman that he set eyes on. Not too demanding like Stormfront, Madelyn, or Maeve but you weren’t afraid to stick up for yourself it seemed.

As he said those words he could see the defeat wash across your face as you let out a saddened sigh before looking at the ground. It seemed as though your anger had diluted into sadness.

“Thanks I guess I’ll go home and wait to call her,” You whispered, crossing your arms across your chest.

“Well why don’t you come up to my penthouse and wait for her, it would be much easier than driving all the way to your home and then driving back,” Homelander offered as he gave you a smile. He knew how it sounded though, kinda overbearing and kind of a red flag.

“I don’t know, I mean that’s your home, I don’t want to intrude on your privacy,” You hesitated, not knowing how it would be standing in THE Homelanders penthouse.

“Come on, it’s not like you could have something better to do,” Homelander teased even though what he said was the truth, he knew that and you knew that. What could possibly be better than spending time with Homelander and spending time in the place he called home. Although he still saw hesitation and smelled all over you so he let out a sigh. “You could even rant to me why you’re so angry,” He stated.

“How did you know I was mad,” You asked in amazement with a hint of a smile starting to grace your lips.

“Come on Y/N do you know who you’re talking to,” Homelander rolled his eyes casually as he gave a teasing glance and your face came to realization.

“Now I get it,” You whispered. “Fine I’ll go up to your penthouse but I need to get Ellie in a few hours,” You said taking a look at your phone checking the time.

Now Homelander for real rolled his eyes at the mention of the baby. God just the mention the baby just soured his mood a bit but tried to shake it off not wanting to put you off in any way. He assumed you wouldn’t take a liking to a guy who hated your child.

“Come on, let's go,” He said with a smile.

Once the two of you had made it up to his penthouse, you looked at the place in awe. It was truly an amazing place to you, it was HUGE. It had everything you assumed someone like him would like, glass statues, big couches and a huge window out looking at the whole city. There was a kitchen that looked untouched and you just thought Supes didn’t need to eat that much or they just had chiefs to cook for them.

This place was truly a masterpiece as you looked around in amazement.

Meanwhile Homelanders' eyes were looking at you while you marveled at his place. On one hand it was hilarious at the reaction his place got out of you, although you had probably never seen a place like this in your life. Then on the other hand he was flattered at the astonishment you were showing his place. He had no idea you would be like this and he was even more glad he brought you up here more than ever.

“I’m guessing you like the place,” Homelander questioned you as he put his hands behind his back and you looked at him, all the anger seemed to be out of you at the moment.

“Obviously. This is one of the best places I’ve ever seen in my whole life,” You remarked before looking around again as he almost snorted. You probably weren’t in many places at all but just wanted to impress him and he loved that about already.

“So why’d you need to see your sister,” Homelander got the topic off his apartment and back to your life issues. As soon as he said that your eyes dropped to the floor and your smile faded and he felt his own mood drop but he wanted to know what happened. So he could help. Albeit for himself but nonetheless for you as well.

“Uh well it’s just that my life is going to complete shit and there’s nothing I can do to fix it,” You answered in a melancholy tone in your voice.

A little dramatic. Homelander thought as he stared at you but the way your shoulders slouched and the way your eyes were already starting to tear up he knew he could say nothing without actually hurting your feelings. He’s already made this much progress and he didn’t want to ruin that.

“Well why don’t you tell me and maybe I could help you,” Homelander responded with charm oozing out of his mouth as you stared at him in shock. “Come on speak up, I know you got a voice,” He made a movement with his hands trying to get you to talk to him.

“Let’s just say I got fired today because of some asshole who couldn’t take no for an answer and Ellie's father seems to think he has any rights to see her even though he’s the dick who abandoned me and her,” You replied with an angered tone in your voice trying not to direct it at him.

Homelander knew he should’ve killed that prick you mentioned a few days ago, he should have found his address and choked the ever living daylights out of him. To think of it, the reason he didn’t was because he wanted to watch you that night. Homelander clenched his jaw as his hands turned into fist and only people with super hearing could hear the leather squeaking.

Not to mention the guy who spilled his seed inside of you thought he had the right to speak to you after you had his child. This guy already seemed like he had no brains. None whatsoever. Because if he had the child with you, he could never leave or even think about it. To make it worse he probably would want to lock you up here in his penthouse or in a cabin in the woods far away, so you couldn’t get hurt. This asshole didn’t even deserve to look at you or even the child you birthed and if he was here now he would show no hesitation lasering the fuck out of him

Taking a deep breath Homelander tried to get his anger in control so his eyes wouldn’t shine red and make you think he was mad at you. Now you were jobless and standing here looking so unbelievably weak for him and this was the exact time for him to shine. To make you think he was this good guy and wanted to help you and then maybe you’d be able to satisfy his needs.

“That does sound like a pickle you’re in,” Homelander commented as a few moments passed. You bit your lip and nodded.

“Now I have no job which means, I’ll have to fucking go homeless or be a fucking prostitute and I don’t want that for my daughter, all I ever wanted for here was to grow up and be better than me,” You sorrowfully say as you shook your head looking at the marble floors.

Homelander wouldn’t let you be a fucking prostitue and by the tone it wounded like you were being sarcastic because there was no way in hell that anyone would touch anything that was his. He was like a kid in that way, when a kid wanted his toy and someone else had it, they threw a tantrum. But his tantrum would end in blood and gore.

But an idea popped into his head as he stared at you. A job that you might be interested in. A job that you couldn’t refuse. Like anyone would refuse a job that the Homelander gave them.

“I have a job that you might be interested in doing,” Homelander proposed. As you looked at him in confusion. “You could be my personal assistant, everyone I keep getting I keep hating and getting fired and I like you,” He offered.

Your eyes widened a little when he said he liked you and you couldn’t help but feel your heart race at those three words he just told you. Even though he probably didn’t mean in that way it was still nice to see someone like you that wasn’t your own sister. But you didn’t know if you could take this job especially since you didn’t know if Ashely would like it.

“I don’t know I’m flattered but…” You paused and looked at him as you lightly scratched at your arm.

“But what, this is the job of a lifetime that anyone would except sorry but I don’t see any good endings for that sentence,” Homelander spoke as he walked up to stand right in front of you.

“I just- would Ashely even like this and I don’t even know if I qualify,” You rushed out.

“I’ll deal with Ashley and I’m more than sure you’re qualified to deal with my needs,” Homelander replied with a softness that almost made you melt right then and there. Then if anything could get any worse he brought his gloved hand to your cheek and caressed your cheek bone.

Homelander kept a smirk in as he felt your face heat up in his palm and it was obvious that you were liking what he was doing and although he wanted to go further with you, he held back, probably one of the only times he would. Homelander was starting to get desperate just wanted you to say yes to his offer that he was so generously giving you.

“Please,” He added on for an effect that made your eyes flutter with your face in his palm and he reveled in it. “Come on, it pays more than that other job that you had and you’ll be working closely with your sister.”

You let out a sigh as you contemplated the idea in your head. On one hand you didn’t want to except without informing your sister because you knew she’d killed you for not even getting her opinion because she worked here. Then on the other hand he was probably right about the money he was talking about and you needed that money. It would be good not to worry about how you're gonna get food for yourself and Ellie. Diapers, lights on, warm water, this would solve all your problems that you were facing.

Then another reason you wanted to accept his offer was something deep inside you. The way he said please and the way his hand enveloped your cheek and him looking at you with this softness that no one had ever given you. You’d be too embarrassed to say that you were getting a little aroused at this point and you didn’t even care if he knew because you were trapped looking at his baby blue eyes, that so easily could light red, staring down at you.

“I’ll take the job,” You accepted with a whisper and he gave a smile and his hand left your cheek and you fought to let a whimper out.

“Great!” Homelander clapped his hands and walked around you to the kitchen where he got some wine. “This is a cause for celebration,” He said, getting two glasses and pouring the red wine in one and looking at you.

“Actually I can’t,” You said with a cringe as you looked at his smile drop in an instance. “I can’t because of my breastfeeding with Ellie,” You say with an apologetics tone.

Homelander bit his lip once you brought this up and gave you a glass of water trying to steer his thoughts, especially with you in his presence. You accepted and took a swig of the water while he drank the wine.

“To new beginnings.”

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