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trivia-yandere · 9 months

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you’re convinced by your friends to go to a party and let go of the memories of your ex just for one night. unfortunately for you, jungkook doesn’t want to be let go.

@momnomnom @darkuni63 @sweetempathprunetree writer: quay (explicit-tae)

word count: 5.186

warning: yandere themes, smut, dark themes, cursing, manipulation, toxic relationships, non-con, reader is drugged, impregnation kink, spitting, nipple sucking, biting, dirty talking, blood, neck slitting,

Your eyes snap open when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. You’re quick to yawn, body stretching before grasping your phone off the bedside table. The alarm is titled “work” and you silenced it with a groan.

Your eyes catch the day of the week. Friday. The time was 8 a.m - an hour before you had to be at work. You contemplated calling off, but understood that it would cause nothing but your boss to be petty and write you off the schedule for the next few days - so you decided against it. Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine.

Your phone sounds suddenly. You furrow a brow and go to grab it, color draining for your face. You bite your lip at the unknown number displayed on the screen.

Hesitantly, you decline the call and quickly block the number. Unknowingly, you begin to feel uneasy as you make your way to your bathroom to wash up. You’re trembling as you wash your face and when you brush your teeth, you can feel just how terrified you are.

It’s only been a month, you note. You had no doubt in your mind that Jungkook was behind the phone call - he’s called nearly every morning since you broke up with him and quickly signed a restraining order. It was only a temporary one until the two of you went to court, but it was necessary to do so.

You met Jungkook nearly a year ago. You recall the way the man has entered your job - the one you had prior to having to quit because of a scene he caused - and smiling brightly at you. He asked various questions about the countless sweets and desserts you had displayed behind the glass and you answered the best you could.

Each day Jungkook returned, buying desserts such as iced cream, candy, cookies - anything. He would munch on it a bit while the both of you talked and laughed and before he left, he assured he’d leave a tip for you at the counter.

Day by day, you expected Jungkook’s arrival. It made your job less boring and you also found yourself willing to come to work more dolled up. You’d coat your lips with gloss that you knew Jungkook liked (he’d always flicker his eyes to them when you’d talk) and style your hair differently each time.

Your first date with Jungkook was at the very same shop you worked at. You came in on an off day to pick up something you forgot and just as you were leaving, Jungkook was entering. His eyes were wide upon witnessing you face to face - this time you in casual clothing instead of a work uniform.

By the third date, you and Jungkook were officially dating - him asking you once the movie you two watched at the cinema was over - you agreed without a thought.

By the second month of dating, you noticed a shift. Jungkook was sweet, sure. Caring. He offered you rides everywhere you needed to go, and when he couldn't he’d never felt comfortable with you going alone. You brushed it off with Jungkook just being a cautious person.

Month three was when he became vocal in how you dressed. He didn’t appreciate the way other men looked at you - his words exactly - and you were giving said men a show by wearing shorts or skirts that were too short. He changed your wardrobe with clothing that he deemed was “outside clothes” and some that were “indoor for his eyes only”. Again, you brushed it off. Jungkook was your boyfriend now and his opinions mattered.

By the sixth month, Jungkook began to isolate you from your friends. “Why do you always hang with them on the weekends?” he’d ask when you were invited to a gathering. “Why can’t I go? Are other guys going to be there?” he’d asked once, eyes glaring at you. “Your friends are single. You aren’t. Why do you need to go to a club where other single men would be at?!” he had hissed, hands in his hair as if he was seconds from pulling it out.

Jungkook was amazing at comforting you - or so you thought. “I know how men are, baby.” he murmured while stroking your hair in his embrace. “If able, they’ll take advantage of you. Your friends cannot protect you from a man willing to do you harm.”

But the man that had harmed you was Jungkook himself.

Jungkook was never physically abusive. Sex with him was rough, yes, but you enjoyed it.

Jungkook’s abuse was manipulative - often pinning you against your friends that you were no longer invited to places they’d be because you would either bring Jungkook, or the man would come unbeknownst to you. Jungkook would call you countless times until you picked up and asked when you’d be home - and if the answer wasn’t good enough for him, he’d insist on picking you up himself. “Why can’t I come?” Jungkook asked when you were hastily walking out the door to meet your friends. “You’re not going to see your friends. You’re cheating on me!” he’d hiss, eyes blown wide and neck veins pulsing.

Last month, marking the eighth month, you decided to break up with Jungkook. You were nervous to say the least. You thought of several ways to break up with the man - you decided that in a public place would be best. You had more respect for him than to end the relationship over the phone. However, you also could not trust what he would do if you allowed him into your home.

You invited Jungkook to meet you in a public area - a park where you and he walked hand in hand many times. You were a bunch of nerves, especially when Jungkook was strolling towards you with a wide grin and in his hands, sunflowers.

Your heart flutters when he offers them to you, and awkwardly, you take them in your hands. You and Jungkook sat at a bench and he talked about how much he missed you, peppering kisses along your cheeks before you managed to push yourself away.

“You’re…leaving me…?” Jungkook's voice was dangerously low and calm, but his eyes were glaring daggers at you. You placed the flowers onto his lap and managed to get out of his embrace. His eyes are following you as you - slowly, so slowly - walk backwards, eyes apologizing while you remain silent.

The following week was Jungkook aggressively knocking at your door until you threatened to call the police. He would call nonstop and send multiple messages that you had to change your number to get him to stop - even if it never did, only slowed him down until he somehow found your number again. You had to change jobs more than once when he would show up at random times - you had no choice but to file a restraining order. You thought that maybe this would stop him - and for a moment it did.

Until today.

The unknown number calling you was no doubt Jungkook. You never answered any number that wasn’t familiar to you and instead blocked them. They left no voicemail after calling and each time, it was a different number displayed.

You walk out of your bathroom and down the hall to your small kitchen. You didn’t have time to eat anything for breakfast outside of a quick muffin. You would be late if you cooked or even made coffee.

Your muffin jolts out of your hand when you hear sudden knocking at your door. Your blood runs cold at how powerful and rapid they’re coming. Your mind is on one person.

“Open the door, Y/N.”

Jungkook was behind the door.

Jungkook didn’t care for whatever petty restraining order you had against him. The constant calls told you so.

“I can hear you moving.”

You stiffen at his words. You didn’t know what to do.

You weren’t once afraid of Jungkook - he has never hit you. But he was like another person when he was angered. He wasn’t the same man with the sweet smile and the soft eyes - it was as if a switch flipped and he was a completely different man.

“I just want…closure.”

Jungkook's words crack as he speaks and your heart betrays you. You were beginning to feel guilty for putting him through this. Your friends told you that it wasn’t your fault, that Jungkook was good at manipulating you.

“Please, Y/N…baby.”

Your hand was on the door handle before you knew it and you cracked the door open.

Jungkook’s eyes are wide when you do and he gives you a dazzling smile. He steps closer but stops himself from entering when you don’t open the door wider for him.

Jungkook’s smile falters. “You’re…”

“You can’t be here, Jungkook.” you manage to say without stuttering.

“You…are serious?”

You knit your brows.

Were you serious?

You changed your number multiple times in a span of a month that it was insane. You blocked multiple numbers when changing yours became tiring. You got a restraining order against him.

Did Jungkook think this was just a simple misunderstanding and you needed to be “alone” before coming back to him?

“Yes. I’m serious, Jungkook. Please leave.”

Jungkook doesn’t move. His eyes are searching yours for any hint that you were hesitant - but he found nothing.

You were serious.

You wanted nothing to do with him, Jungkook grunts.

You were willing to throw everything he offered you out the window because of what? A few disagreements? Arguments? Your single friends?

“So there’s nothing that is going to bring you back to me?” Jungkook tries one last time. He doesn’t want to blow up and demand you stop being the dumb bitch you were acting like now. He didn’t want to raise his voice and break down your door - because you would be frightened and close yourself off once more. He was trying but you were too selfish to see it.

“No.”

Jungkook’s heart shatters and he doesn’t say anything when you close your door. He hears you lock it but he decides that if you couldn’t allow yourself to accept his love - then others wouldn’t either. He was done with being nice to you - you didn’t deserve his kindness. If you were going to act like the damsel in distress, then he was going to give you something to be distressed about.

The music was far too loud to hear anyone who wasn’t speaking directly into your ear. The air was muggy and humid. It smelt of cheap cologne/perfume and several different types of alcohol - but you were just happy to be here.

Well, as happy as you could be standing alone in the corner of the home while others danced, laughed and drank. You were invited by your friends to come to “let loose” and “get your mind off of your crazy ex”. You agreed - but now you were left to your own devices while they mingled elsewhere.

Speaking of your “crazy ex”, you haven’t heard from Jungkook in nearly two months. It was a sigh of relief, truly. You assumed he wanted closure in seeing you once last time to confirm that the relationship has indeed ended. There weren’t any random pops up at your home or work, no random phone calls or text messages from random numbers. Slowly, you were beginning to be less afraid of seeing the man out and about.

“First time at a party?”

Your head whips around to a tall figure beside you. You can smell the alcohol in the cup he’s holding. He’s offering a small smile as he towers beside you/ He’s close to you just so he could speak loud enough for you to hear.

“First time in a while.” you respond to him. You give a small smile in return.

“Are you here alone?” the guy takes a sip of his drink.

“No. My friends are…”

“...Around here somewhere?” the guy nods in agreement. “So are mine. Haven’t seen them in an hour.”

You laughed.

You and the tall guy - who’s name you learned was Dean - hit it off quickly. You and him stood together and talked the majority of the night - your friends and his never returning, but you aren’t surprised. You weren’t as outgoing and friendly as your friends were. You’re positive they’re playing a game of beer pong (and losing).

As another hour rolls around, you were seated on a large leather couch that you’re surprised was vacant with Dean, your head began to hurt. You feel hot and stuffy and your vision is blurring.

“Are you okay?” you hear Dean say. “Do you need some water?”

You nod your head, allowing Dean to pass you a bottle of water.

Jungkook - on the other hand - was livid. The nerve of you to break up with him just to come to a party and look for another man. And not just that - but to get drugged by said man and not even notice it. Jungkook lingered deep into the side lines that you would never see him - but luckily he was there watching over you. He witnessed Dean put a small pill into your drink while you were busy laughing at something he said - Jungkook clenched his fists.

Jungkook isn’t far behind when you are being escorted out of the large sitting room, a sea of people not bothering to stop and see what Dean is doing with a groggily woman.

Jungkook’s breathing becomes heavy when you are pushed into a vacant room, the door closing behind them.

Jungkook blamed your friends for leaving you alone in an environment that you didn’t belong to. No matter how hard he tried to tell you that you didn’t belong to a friend group such as this, you never listened. Now look - you were drugged by a man you didn’t know and about to get raped.

But luckily, Jungkook was here to save you.

Jungkook knocks aggressively onto the door, not stopping until the door swings open and an annoyed Dean surfaces. Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to draw back his fist and plant it right between the man's eyes.

And again.

And a few more times until Dean is a bloody mess, squirming away and out of the room.

Jungkook shakes his head and closes the door, locking it behind him. You aren’t completely unconscious, but he’s positive you will be soon. Your shirt is off already, Dean wasting no time.

Your bra - a red lace - looks amazing against your skin. It makes his heart swell and a smile forms onto his lips. It was a gift from him that you kept.

“Y/N, baby.” Jungkook coos, hovering above you. He wraps his arms around your body, you groaning low when he does. “I missed you so much.”

Jungkook sends kisses down your neck, arms never wanting to leave you. Your smell is tainted with alcohol, but his nose catches on the faint smell of vanilla he adores on you.

“I told you not to have such horrible friends.” Jungkook tsks. You are yet to be fully unconscious. You moan out an inaudible response and Jungkook only coos again.

“You’re so beautiful, baby.” Jungkook presses himself into you, hard length at the center of your clothed core. “Do you miss me as much as I missed you?”

You do, Jungkook concludes. He dips his hands beneath your jeans and finds how wet you truly are for him. Jungkook removes his hands and pops it into his mouth, shuddering at your taste. It’s been so long - too long. He’s angered that you went too far away from the relationship. A restraining order? Far too dramatic for his taste. But he’ll let it slide and choose to forgive you because here you lay, beautiful as ever. Wet for him and him only.

Jungkook doesn’t waste any more unnecessary time. He needs to feel your warm essence around him. He pulls your jeans down along with your underwear, eyes widening at the beauty that was your wet pussy. He feels the bulge in his own pants begin to tighten and he just cannot wait any longer.

Foreplay was your favorite when it came to Jungkook, he knows this. You would cum so hard against his tongue, squirming and begging for him to stop because of just how overstimulated you were, but Jungkook wouldn’t. He would let you cum over and over on his tongue, fingers, thigh - wherever you wanted to.

However, now he could not console himself. The need to be inside you was far greater than anything. Once you and he were back together than he would allow you to sit on his face where you belong.

Jungkook pumps his cock as he inches closer to you. He rubs the tip of it against your swollen clit and shudders once more. Goosebumps litter his arm and he can’t hold back anymore. He enters you with a high pitched groan, hands going to place themselves on your hips.

Jungkook hears your moans as he sinks in and out of you, the sound of his skin slapping echoing off the walls. You were so wet and tight that he’s proud - proud that you haven’t let another man touch what was his. That even when you were upset and the both of you went through this break, that you understood your role in the end.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook snaps his hips into you harder, left hand going to toy with your clit. It’s sensitive as he remembers it to be. His right hand snatches the lacy bra down so he could watch the way your breast bounce for him. “So beautiful and all mine.” he hisses, leaning down to suck a nipple into his mouth.

Jungkook sucks onto it until it’s swollen and throbbing, and he proceeds to the next one. He could never get enough of you, littering bite marks around your breast and collar bone.

“Your pussy’s milking my cock so good, baby.” Jungkook grunts, his thrust becoming sloppy. You were so wet, pussy clenching around him while your juices ruined the sheets.

Jungkook snaps his eyes shut, groaning loudly. A free hand slaps down harshly on your stomach as he pounds into you. He recalls the few times the two of you spoke of the future - of getting married and having children. He declared that he desired them to look exactly like you - you were just so perfect in his eyes. “I’m going to put a baby in you.” Jungkook feels himself about to cum. His hands don't remove from your stomach. It was soft and it drove him crazy just thinking about you round with his child - your breast enlarging with breast milk to feed his child. You would be an amazing mother and he would enjoy nothing more than for you to be at home while he provided for you and the child you both shared.

Jungkook cums inside of you, twitching. He’s humming slowly, trying to regain his breath. He places a deep kiss upon your lips, sweaty forehead placed against your own.

Your head is pounding. Your throat is sore and dry and your body aches. You try to rake your mind about what the hell is going on and what has happened to lead up to this. You blink your eyes open, hissing how bright the light shines above you.

Your wrist is aching and when you attempt to move, you notice you cannot. Your wrist appears to be detained and when your mind registers this, you begin to whimper. Your vision is blurry with tears, but you blink them away to attempt to see what the hell is going on.

“Baby!”

Your thrashing stiffens at the familiar voice. Your blood runs cold and your mind is screaming alarm bells.

“You’re awake.”

You blink away your tears rapidly to regain your vision. It takes you a few moments, but when you do you’re crying all over again.

Jungkook was before you, but it wasn’t just him before you that had you screaming and crying. It was the man, tall and smiling warmly, covered in blood. The irony smells hit your nostrils and your stomach churns. Your head whips around to your surroundings, unsure of just where the hell you’re at. Your wrist is bound behind you. You’re sitting on a wooden chair in a room unknown to you.

“I didn’t want you to see this but…” Jungkook sighs, trailing off. He steps away to show you what was behind him and the reason why he’s covered in blood.

Your throat releases a horrified whimper, eyes wide with tears.

“I had to do it, baby.” Jungkook says with a shake of his head. “They weren’t real friends. They left you alone at a party where you were drugged!”

The lifeless body of both of your friends laid flat against the ground, blood covering their skin even more than it did Jungkook’s. You want to vomit at the horrifying scene but somehow manage not to.

“P-Please-”

“Don’t start with your shit!” Jungkook raises a bloody hand to silence you. “Listen to me.”

You flinch when Jungkook takes a step towards you, eyes closing ready for him to deliver the same fate as your friends.

Jungkooks eyes widen at the sight of you cowering before him.

“You think I would harm you?” Jungkook scoffs in disbelief. “Everything I have done has been…for you. For us.” Each word that releases from Jungkook’s mouth is a hiss. His eyes are wide and he appears utterly insane. “I saved you from being raped by that bastard! I got rid of the trash you call friends!”

You jump when you hear banging coming from Jungkook, but you open your eyes to look.

“You left me for what, Y/N? To be left alone at a party and drugged? These weren’t your friends.” Jungkook scoffs. He goes as far as to spit on the two girls you dare to call your friends. “You got a restraining order against me just for me to not be the bad guy.”

You scream when you feel a hand on your jaw. Jungkook shakes your head to force your eyes open. His hands feel wet and sticky, obviously with the blood of your friends.

“I love you, Y/N.” Jungkook voice cracks as if he was the one that is hurting - as if you weren’t the one that had to witness the deceased body of your friends and an ex boyfriend declaring he did it for you. “Say it back….” Jungkook’s lips are soft when they kiss your cheeks. Your salty tears are warm against his lips. “...Say it back….” Jungkook continues.

“Fuck you!” you scream. You’re thrashing, kicking your feet to get Jungkook away from you. Your wrists are burning with your arms attempting to release them.

“Already did.” Jungkook laughs gleefully. He isn’t upset at your outburst. You’re a pure soul and he’s saddened that you had to see this - death of fake friends and learning the realization of your (almost) assault. “How could you not remember the way we made love, baby?”

Jungkook trails a hand on your covered stomach. You stopped your struggle at his words, eyes wide and tearful.

“You were so wet for me, baby. You missed me just as much as I missed you.” Jungkook taps your stomach gently. “Soon the product of our love is going to grow.”

Jungkook’s eyes are shining with love - to you it was psychotic. Jungkook was insane. This wasn’t love - you heard him admit to raping you; there was no way you could consent while drugged.

“No…” you shake your head at Jungkook’s words, but the man only nods. “...I hate you.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“I hate you.” you repeat.

“Stop.” Jungkook hisses, eyebrows knitting. “How could you say that after-” “I hate you!” you scream in his face - and you repeat it again, again and again. You repeat it until Jungkook’s hand tangles into your hair and yanks it back.

“Say you love me, Y/N.” Jungkook demands. “Say you’ll stay with me.”

Jungkook was crazy - there was no well in hell you would remain with a murderer. If you thought Jungkook was bad before, your thoughts on him have worsened now.

“I’ll never love you.”

Jungkook's heart thumps rapidly. Your words make his heart ache.

“You don’t mean that.” Jungkook shakes his head. His hand tightens itself in your hair. “You’re just upset. This is my fault. I should’ve taken you home.”

“I’ll never love you!” you hiss at him.

Jungkook’s heart thumps again. His eyes stare into your own.

You weren’t lying.

You hated him.

You feared him.

Your eyes weren’t lying, nor were the words coming from your mouth.

“I see.” Jungkook murmurs, dropping his hand from your hair. He takes a step back, tilting his head at you. “You’ll never love me again.” he states, more to himself than you. “If I cannot have your love, Y/N, then there is no reason for either of us to live.”

Your breathing increases at Jungkook’s words. He reaches into his jacket pocket, removing a pocket knife.

“I love you.” Jungkook’s crying now as he speaks. “Everything I did was for you!”

“Jungkook-”

“Don’t speak now.” Jungkook interrupts, pointing the knife at your throat. “You’ll never love me and I’ve accepted that.” Jungkook drops to his knee. He leans down to your face. You’re whimpering - and even now, Jungkook thinks you’re beautiful. It saddens him that this is what you chose. “Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.”

“Jung-”

Jungkook places his lips on yours - a final kiss he tells himself. He places the pocket knife onto your throat and slits it. It’s deep and he feels the blood rush out and squirts onto him. You cough into the kiss, and Jungkook isn’t far behind. He slits his own throat just as deep. He’s coughing, placing his head onto your lap, desiring to be just as close to you in death as he desired in life.

Your eyes snap open and a scream erupts from your lungs right when the loud and ringing noise of your alarm. Your hands grip your neck, heart pumping outside your chest.

You’re in your room.

A shaky hand grabs your phone that was laid on the bedside table and turn off the alarm. It was titled “work”.

Your eyes watch as your phone displays the day of the week.

Friday.

8 A.M.

An hour before you had to be at work.

Was everything that happened to you…

“A dream?” your voice is hoarse and low. There’s goosebumps littering your skin and you’re visibly shaking.

You were having deja vu.

No, you did this already - you’re sure of it.

Your dream began with you waking up just as you were now. Friday at 8 A.M.

Your feet kick the covers off of your body and swing to touch the cold, wooden floor. You winced at the impact, sending shivers up your spine. You didn’t need to think what was going to happen next.

Your phone sounds suddenly. Color drained from your face. You knew who was calling you without having to look at the screen. You were reliving your dream. Could you call it a dream or vision?

Were you given a second chance at life?

You recall the way you declined the unknown number and proceed in getting ready for work. Jungkook was knocking at your door. You recalled the party you were invited to, your friends, Dean.

You scurry down the hall to your bathroom just as your stomach churns. You release the vomit into the toilet, clenching the side of it.

“What’s going on…” you murmur to yourself, flushing the toilet. There was no way you were reliving what you had dreamt.

You began to brush your teeth and wash your face, hands trembling.

You don’t go to the kitchen like you would usually when you wake up. If your dream was correct, Jungkook would be-

A sudden knock makes you yelp. You’re stiff in your spot, eyes wide.

In your dream, you told Jungkook that you wanted nothing to do with him. That the relationship was over.

You told Jungkook you hated him as he stands before you, covered in blood.

You could feel the way the knife rips through your throat, unable to breath or help yourself.

“Open the door Y/N.”

Jungkook’s voice frightens you.

Your breathing becomes heavy.

Your dream was becoming a reality - if it was ever a dream.

‘Maybe…if we’re reborn…you and I can raise the child we spoke about.’

Jungkook’s last words replay in your head while the hair on your skin raises.

Before your mind thinks, your feet are moving. You slam the door open, eyes wide at Jungkook. He stands straighter at seeing you after a month.

“Y/N…are you okay?” Jungkook wants to hug you. You appear to be seconds away from crying and it causes his heart to thump.

“Jungkook…” you trail off, voice cracking.

“Y/N…baby…” Jungkook takes a step closer.

You wrap your arms around Jungkook, crashing into his chest.

Jungkook’s distraught, but he doesn’t push you away. He wraps his arms around you and presses his nose into your hair, inhaling your sweet scent.

Your hands clench his shirt, trembling.

You didn’t want to die.

You didn’t want your friends to die.

“What’s wrong?” Jungkook murmurs after a sweet moment of having you in his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.” you sob.

Your mind is screaming at you to run. To push him away. There was a possibility that you could do things right - not go to a party and meet Dean. You can just go to work and home.

However, you’re tired. You’re tired of the phone calls and having to constantly look over your shoulder. There was a possibility that you could face the same fate as the dream.

“P-Please s-stay with me.” you stutter out.

Jungkook's heart pounds with excitement. “Really?” he gently pushes you back to look at your face. You’re crying, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby. I love you.” he wipes your tears, a small smile on your lips.

You nod your head at him. You step back and allow him to follow you in.

Jungkook closes the door behind him. He leans down to kiss your lips.

Jungkook sighs into the kiss. He missed your soft lips.

“I promise, baby, I’ll be better.” Jungkook murmurs against your lips. “I don’t want to lose you.”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to lose you.” you murmur to him.

You’re unsure if this decision was the correct one, but you were far too frightened to see what an angered Jungkook would do to you in this reality if you denied him.

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zorosdimples · 3 months

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yandere sukuna using his moments of control over yuuji’s body to do perverted things, to get closer to you. at first, yuuji is mortified; you’re his best friend—he would never think of you like that, would never betray your trust. but sukuna is relentless in his pursuit of you, your body, your soul. his constant ramblings of the sick and twisted things he wants to do with you slowly seep into his vessel’s subconscious… until yuuji snaps, playing right into the king of curses’ plan.

#DO U SEE THE VISION??????#sukuna slowly corrupting yuuji until yuuji also becomes yan and then… who knows…#hjmmmmmnmjhh #tw yandere #cw yandere #sukuna <3 #yuuji <3

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merakiui · 2 months

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azul who was spoiled as a child, so he believes he's entitled to have you for himself non-con versus riddle who never had anything for himself as a child, so he believes he's earned the right to have you for himself non-con.

and then the tweels who learned the way to get what they want is through intimidation/threats/force non-con.

#meraki mumbles #tw: noncon #yandere twst #there is a Vision

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just-null-cult · 5 months

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Fr bro I love your energy! Noritoshi is so pretty and so criminally underrated. Keep up the good work in making more of us lusting publicly for him. You've done amazing job! That boy well-deserved it :)

tysm!! I try to open the eyes of the public to his qualities. join my cult yall, Noritoshi is so good listen to me.

but on the topic of energy, whether you're high or low energy, Noritoshi loves it. the only difference is how he reacts to it.

Let's say you're low energy or prefer subtlety in your affection..

Noritoshi will initiate first! ..after a while... in his own way.... He needs to gather enough courage and collect his thoughts properly, then hes good to go! He prefers more subtle displays of affection too, but if needed he'll be blunt about it. He'll learn to adapt to slightly teasing remarks, going as far as to banter and tease back, moreover he's just very loving. So loving it can be embarrassing from time to time because of how intense the atmosphere can get.. the best way he can be described here is princely.

A small smile forms on Noritoshi's lips when he feels you're around. He turns to you, already memorizing each and every quirk you have so that he doesn't waste any time setting his sights on you again. His hands reach out to tug on your sleeve as he looks at you with a gaze so needy you can practically tell what he's about to ask. "May i hold your hand?" His voice comes so smooth that if you didn't know him, you would've missed the twinge of desperation it carried. You couldn't help yourself, you shook your head, a mischievous grin slowly creeping onto your lips at the sight of Noritoshi's pouted lip. Of course he'd do as you say even if it was clearly unfair, but not without some complaints. He clicks his tongue, a quiet mutter of "cheeky.." escapes under his breath. He knows you do this on purpose to mess with him, he was tempted to beg a little, but decided against it. it was an embarrassing thought to begin with. Seriously, how mean can someone be to make a guy think like this? ..Extremely, if the guy's pouting is cute enough! Noritoshi lifts his hand to his chin, thinking of the many ways he can try to get around this obstacle you cruelly placed in front of him. He leans in close, hovering next to you as he usually does when he thinks. He faces you as who knows what goes on in his head, his closed eyes not even giving you a hint as to what he could be thinking. "Ah, pardon me, I got lost in thought. I suppose i can keep my distance, so long as you keep looking at me with that charming gaze of yours." Ah, so he was just winding up for a pick up line. How lame, but.. get used to it. He's going to shadow behind you the entire day with more one liners like that unless you shut him up yourself. Wait.. was that his plan? The faint sly smirk tugging on the corner of Noritoshi's lips and the warm hue on the apple his of cheeks are all you need to figure out the rest.

If you're high energy or prefer more blunt methods of affection..

Noritoshi gets overwhelmed and flustered from such raw approaches from you that he comes off as a bit rude. It's only because you make his heart so full that he needs to shut you down or else he'll do something embarrassing!! He wants to impress you, of course he enjoys your advances very much, but it's not very slightly to see someone like him act like a crushing school girl!! or so he thinks.

Noritoshi yelps in surprise as you snake your hands around his waist from behind. He doesn't push you away or even move for that matter, he's frozen stiff. Is he still alive? Like any good lover would, you benevolently press your ear against his back to listen for a heart beat. ..You didn't hear anything until the sound of Noritoshi sharp inhale came through. That was unexpected, but it works. He squirmed a little, seemingly trying to shrug you off but quickly giving up, accepting the fact that you've got him trapped. "You imbecile, e-enough of this!" he scolded, though he made no actual effort to stop you. Noritoshi remains stiff for the most part, but looking at the back of his increasingly flushing neck reassures you that he is, indeed, alive. He's just being stubborn! Not turning or even a greeting, just rude name calling again! You raise one hand and place it over his heart to hold him tighter in your embrace. As expected, its practically pounding against his chest. He swats your hand away and finally turns back to you with those cute furrowed brows and rosy cheeks. "You're such a bully, you know that?" he huffs out, any semblance of sternness failing to take effect as his jutted bottom lip quivers. Mercifully, you finally let go and spare him by not pointing out the quiet whine he let out. He stumbles forward and turns around to face you fully, trying to keep an eye out for any more of your stunts while he catches his breath. He felt so dizzy from being in your arms, if he were held for a moment longer, he surely would've melted right then and there. Noritoshi's hands trembled as he smoothed out his clothes, his mouth opening and closing as any and all words died in his throat. He wanted to yell at you for being so forward, for giving him no chance to prepare, for letting go of him, for a lot of things..! Yet he just pouted as he tried to calm the flush on his face. His hands instantly whipped up in front of him when he noticed you took a step towards him. He can't handle another display of affection right now, he'll go weak at the knees! But how can you hold back when he's just so damn cute?

The most likely outcome is a mixture of both with a heavy leaning towards one. Either way, you're very right!! He's extremely pretty.

#noritoshi #kamo noritoshi #noritoshi kamo #noritoshi x reader #kamo noritoshi x reader #noritoshi kamo x reader #ezralva #cw: shotty writing from an amateur writer who is desperate for you to see his vision and why hes frothing at the mouth over a guy #could you feel the yandere undertones. i couldnt help myself. sue me #basically you give him enough time to gather his rizz if youre low energy but jumpscare the fuck out of him if youre high energy #and you know how he handles jumpscares according to this cult #heh #oh and you got me kicking my feet and shit bro #lusting publicly for him.... i couldnt word it better myself #thats the entire reason for having a cult and indoctrinating the public. ty my beloved cult member #BUT YEAH. LIKE I HAVE TOO MUCH ENERGY AND BRAIN POWER DEDICATED TO THIS MAN #I GOTTA INFECT OTHERS CAUSE HES SO. RIPS OFF MY FACE #TYSM FOR THE COMPLIMENT. I EAT THOSE UP MORE THAN ANYTHING. I LOVE YOU BRO #GOD HE *****DOES***** DESERVE ALL THE LOVE AND ATTENTION FUCK. HES SO!!!!!!!!! //PUNCHES MYSELF

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what if i give up. what if I just write a/b/o for the bats. what if I did that. could anybody stop me. alpha dick who just wants to wrap you in cotton wool. beta tim who will be whatever you need, will physically alter his DNA to be your perfect mate. alpha damian who doesn't care what his assassins think, you're his equal even if you're not the perfect omega. omega jason who became an alpha after his revival, changed at his core to be strong enough to survive what was happening to him. just. ugh. leave me alone.

#sophie speaks #tw a/b/o #leave me alone #yandere batfam #i am plagued by visions

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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Vision Qualifications (Yandere!Alhaitham/Reader)

A/n: Another light yan!fic. I think. Slight rom-com vibes on this one(?) Here's a short Alhaitham fic! Can't wait for more archon quests!! (This is the first time in a long time I'm testing the schedule feature tumblr pls work–)

gn!reader

Cw: yandere. some details are based on both questionable & reliable tagged leaks from the r/genshin_impact_leaks subreddit (hxg_diluc, BLANK, etc.) and a bulletin board dialogue. (It shouldn't spoil anything quest related, just character relationships). For the sake of the plot (lol), the archons have an influence when it comes to giving people visions (even if it's just a small and nearly insignificant influence.)

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You hate Alhaitham.

The grand scribe is on your case at all times since you willingly dropped out of the Akademiya. Every time you and Alhaitham share a room, he will always make the conversation about him and the collaborations you two could achieve as a unit. He saw you as a wasted potential– you saw him as a walking migraine. You hate how he's involved– no, more accurately– you hate how he's the REASON you gained a vision.

On one uneventful evening at a coffee shop, you and Alhaitham were both chatting about the mundane. It was around the time you thought more highly of him compared to public opinion. While others saw him as a lunatic, you thought of him as a misunderstood genius. You advocate for researcher autonomy as much as he does, so it's to no one's surprise that you two were close at one point

That connection, however, was shattered when he managed to steer the subject to talk about gaining visions and what you would, potentially, receive. He believed your vision would be dendro, similar to his, while you insisted that most Geo vision users' philosophies resonated more closely with your values.

He had no idea that obtaining a geo vision was your longtime ambition. And perhaps you had unknowingly disparaged dendro users when you were making your point, because good riddance, it became a heated argument. It turned personal somewhere along the lines until you ended up blabbering irrational insults while he crossed his arms and periodically quipped a remark or two. He doesn't yell or press when proving his point, but his limited replies were more than scathing.

Alhaitham made it sound like he would grant you a dendro vision. He talked as if receiving a dendro vision is a SUPERIOR blessing compared to geo.

You just can't stand that.

Neither of you agreed to disagree, therefore you didn't make contact for an excruciating week. Surprisingly, it was Kaveh who intervened. Whatever pent-up frustration the architect had must've been used as a motivator for him to lock you and his housemate inside your bedroom. Lucky for you, you had prepared a presentation that would demolish Alhaitham's rebuttals.

You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don't take, and you were proud to say that you did not let this one slide.

You had a presentation titled "WHY (Y/N) (L/N) WOULD BENEFIT RECEIVING A GEO VISION MORE THAN A DENDRO VISION". Admittedly, it's not the most thought-out name out there, but you managed to force him to sit through all the slides for at least half an hour. You did not back down one step and passionately explained your theory. It was one of the rare scenes where Alhaitham did not speak a word in the middle of a presentation. Instead, he admired the way you carried yourself with professional confidence inside such a dainty and cluttered room.

That was the moment Alhaitham became extraordinarily determined to see you develop your talents.

By the time you were finished, you were out of breath. And Alhaitham happily clapped for your skill and effort. Well, that was what you thought he was clapping for in a brief second.

And not the new dendro vision on top of your desk.

"Congratulations, Mx. (L/n), for Celestia have granted you a dendro vision."

His voice grated your ears, and his words stung even more. Alhaitham might as well say "Congratulations, you've played yourself." and the bluntness would've hurt less.

Why did Celestia grant you a vision when you were spouting nonsense about something so incorrect? Was it to prove a point? Isn't the land of Sumeru supposed to be about wisdom and not utter bullshit? Did the puppeteers above think it'd be hilarious?

Well, you didn't. You didn't think it was funny at all.

The first two months were agonizingly nihilistic, and to say you "only" contemplated your life's purpose would be an understatement of your obsessive thoughts. It didn't help that Alhaitham was trying to redirect your attention to other academic courses that suited the "gift" you received. He urges you to pursue a post in the Haravatat yet failed to recognize that such musings are not appropriate for someone whose aspirations had recently been crushed.

Unlike Tighnari, who wished for a dendro vision as a child for trivial reasons like reaching high-hanging fruit, you abandoned previous ambitions as a teenager and aspired to be a civil engineer—and geo constructs would be a better fit for creating roads.

A geo vision would help you create foundations of land.

A geo vision would help you finally cover up the large mountain hole your childhood friend fell and died on.

And so, you quit the Akademiya.

Figuratively, you're one foot on Teyvat and one foot on the gates of the Abyss at this rate. But in reality, you find yourself pacing your footsteps faster to avoid the conversation that will inevitably follow in your visit to the public library.

"Good evening, (Y/n)."

You ignored him.

"I see you're carrying quite a handful. Do you want my assistance?"

No reply.

The only indicator that Alhaitham is behind you is his voice. You rarely catch on that people are talking about him when they only describe his appearance, and it's worrying how you remember him via hatred and his voice alone. Out of spite, you might even forget how he looks in under a week if he didn't show up every day.

He believes that speculation is correct, thus he applies himself continually in your private affairs. Alhaitham takes solace in the fact that people like listening to him speak (and not much the meaning of what he says.) So, he secretly hopes that you like the sound of his voice as well.

No one sat at your favorite table today. You stacked the books on top of one another. One of the researchers flinched at your movements, clearly reading your anger while Alhaitham's head naively hovers above your shoulder. You shuddered as his breath softly brushed against your ear.

He's been pushing your buttons ever since your mother invited him for dinner.

"Principles Of Igneous and Metamorphic Petrology, again? How long will you ignore your dendro vision? You should move on by now."

He made a habit of poking into the hornet's nest, and it is quite a notoriously bad habit. The basically-library-resident researchers braced themselves for the cold banter that will soon follow.

If Kaveh's incredibly verbose dislike for Alhaitham is considered normal, then you are a man of few words.

"For a grand scribe, you seem to be awfully free. Perhaps it is a sign that you are a mere decoration for Khajeh and the rest of the Haravatat. Best you keep that in mind." You spat.

He hummed. You've never heard the strictly rational man laugh, so you considered his little hums as his way of letting you know he's mildly entertained by your retorts.

"It's not that I'm free; I just allotted some time for you. If you're suggesting that I should do my work, I'm afraid there's no can do. I know you value your personal space above all else, but my motivations do not align with yours. A major shame."

You know that. He treats you better than most people and acknowledging that fact irks you. You know that Alhaitham works harder than most, but Natlan would freeze before you would become his apprentice. Why can't he just take a hint that you're so close to punching him?

"May I suggest that you do something more productive?"

Not that you have any say on what is "productive." Even Tighnari thinks you're wasting your talents when you could be employed at the Akademiya, and that man lives in the rainforest to avoid the sages.

Alhaitham pulled out a chair and sat beside you.

"Building rapport is a productive activity."

"And are you making progress?" You asked nonchalantly as if it didn't concern you. He tilted his head. You can't focus on your work with him sitting beside you, and hopefully, if you picked your words right he'd go away.

"Yes." He said. "You can recognize me by my voice without problems now. I'm certain that alone is one step towards my goal."

Does he think he's actually making progress??? Well, isn't he dense. No wonder Kaveh hates his guts. And besides, his progress isn't noteworthy. If your family didn't like him and dragged him almost everywhere, you'll simply discard his voice as another background noise. Remembering what he sounds like is born out of a bare minimum effort to prevent your mother from scolding you. You'd rather skip her vain lecture about his appearance and status— you can't even picture him without wanting to stab something.

You sighed.

You should've listened to Kaveh's warnings. Alhaitham, is indeed, a stubborn and unreasonable person.

What even is his goal anyways? Study ancient runes under his mentorship? You'd rather turn to dust yourself than get stuck in a cave filled with those sentient and violent machinations.

You took a deep breath.

For the sake of the crunch-time researchers around you, you decided to be more complacent, just for today.

"Alhaitham."

You both shared a steely gaze.

You nearly forgot that he has blue-orange eyes.

"Yes?"

"If you're just going to stand there, would you mind doing me a favor?" Instead of being a hindrance, is what you wanted to add, but he's more influential than a university dropout like you. It's not the right setting to say such things, knowing that Akademiya stuck-ups– scholars are nearby.

He smiled.

Alhaitham's stern face looks almost kind when he smiles.

You'll remember that. But you're still hoping you'll forget the look on his face once the sun sets. His smile is probably his best asset. You bet all your mora that he used that to win your mother over.

"Of course, anything."

You missed the way his stare softened when he said "anything", and you especially didn't notice the low rumble of his voice. Your hands were too busy fishing out a wallet from your pockets instead of realizing the devoted risks the scribe might pose later on.

"Would you mind buying two masala dosas with coconut chutney? Doesn't matter where you buy it. Get it in Port Ormos or Snezhnaya for all I care."

He nodded.

You counted your coins. Quite frankly, you don't know why you asked for food, but he seemed eager to help. Even though he's probably aware that your intention was just to send him away.

"Thanks, much appreciated. Here's the mor– Alhaitham?"

He's gone.

You cursed under your breath. Did he decide not to do it after all or did he go to a shop without mora? Either way, both answers are annoying.

At least he's gone, for now.

You flipped your book open.

Time to relearn the basics of petrology.

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This wasn't the first time General Mahamatra entered the public library, and knowing that you love to frequent the location, he knew it wouldn't be the last.

Unlike your peers, Cyno doesn't think that you're acting petty towards Alhaitham. Especially when he saw you making a conscious effort not to stare at Alhaitham's face. He had never seen such a stubborn person look visibly uncomfortable. As cool as it would be to say he knows something is wrong because of his intuition, that's not what prompted Cyno to feel this way. He trusted you most because you submitted a well-written and detailed report about the grand scribe's behavior last night.

Most would believe that you needn't go that far had they known what you did. However, based on what Cyno observes, Alhaitham is far from harmless. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost. But after some investigation, he began to understand why you are acting aggressively towards him.

Admittedly, he might be biased. Alhaitham's relationship with Cyno isn't cordial and the general doubted that it would improve after this visit.

It normally does not end well if an Akademiya researcher is being tailed by the General Mahamatra, much more if the target is of a higher position. With him, disciplinary actions are cutthroat and soul-crushing. Fortunately for the grand scribe, he will only receive a warning.

The general stood by the door.

"Alhaitham."

Cyno blocked Alhaitham's way. He would've pretended not to hear him and leave had the general not done so. Alhaitham gave him a blank yet annoyed look.

"General Mahamatra." He groaned, albeit in a muffled manner.

Despite his irritated tone, Alhaitham was looking forward to this occasion. He was eager to meet Cyno, and addressing him by title served a purpose. It's to remind Cyno that if Alhaitham hadn't declined the job offer, Cyno would not have had his prized occupation.

The general kept blocking the door. His auburn eyes looked at you from a distance. Alhaitham did not miss the way the white-haired man blinked and huffed in exasperation.

"They're just..."

"Trying to get me to leave? I'm well aware of that."

"Then why?"

"Because they asked for my help."

Cyno fell silent. He refused to move away despite being speechless.

"(Y/n) doesn't view you in a romantic manner." That completely came out of the left field, yet the scribe didn't acknowledge his lack of tact.

"But I do."

People who proudly proclaim their affections are rare and admirable, but Cyno would never extend these compliments to a "lunatic" like Alhaitham.

Still, Cyno can't believe Alhaitham smiled for you.

"Are they aware of that fact?"

"They will be. It is not as if I hid it."

Cyno's vision gleamed.

"Are they also aware that you've used a knowledge capsule pertaining to the Clinical and Forensic Perspectives on the Psychology of Stalking?"

...

Alhaitham's eye twitched for a brief moment.

So, that is what this visit was all about.

Both Alhaitham and Cyno have comparable prominence and accumulated respect from their roles inside Sumeru. If the general took this approach instead of a formal warrant, then he not only lacked evidence, but he's hoping to pry more off his hands.

He didn't have anything concrete to show that the empty capsule had something to do with you. General Cyno is a patient man, and it just so happened that Alhaitham is almost as collected as he is.

Cyno stepped forward. "Grand Scribe, the law is just, and I refuse to let the guilty run free. I'm sure (Y/n) only asked for two crepes instead of three."

"..."

He's obnoxious.

"Did you not get the joke? I thought the rhyme was quite clever. (Y/n) asked for two dosas, and you're acting like a creep, and dosas are crepes–"

"That information is outdated. The food 'dosa' is now more commonly referred to as a type of pancake by the Akademiya's Culinary Department." Alhaitham deadpanned.

Cyno waved his hand, not at all bothered at how people brushed off his jokes easily, hence he's unsurprised at how well Alhaitham took it.

"You're intelligent, so heed this warning earnestly. Once you cross a line, you will learn to take responsibility for your emotions and actions. I'll be there to see it through." Cyno said.

What a strange threat.

"You think my actions are fueled by emotions?" Alhaitham chuckled softly. "That might be the first time someone described me as an unstable and emotional individual. People often regard me as someone with unbearable rationalism"

He placed a hand on Cyno's shoulder.

"Thank you. Noted. Now move."

The general glared up at him before he reluctantly stepped aside. There's nothing else to be done. Cyno walked towards you instead.

From the way he stared, the scribe can tell he's fond of you as well.

Alhaitham pities him. Because no matter how much effort Cyno puts into tracking his dirty deeds down, he would be "too late" at best and ignorant at worst. It doesn't matter who it is, not even you could get rid of the grand scribe. Alhaitham decided that grey and green are the colors that fit you best. He already established himself as an essential piece of your puzzle despite not fitting perfectly. After Inazuma's faulty decrees, everyone knew what happens if you part with your vision for too long. And he suspects you'd act just as clueless, helpless, and feeble without him by your side.

Besides, how could you say no, when it was "Celestia" that willed your future apprenticeship into existence?

"Two masala dosas with coconut chutney. They're barely aware that they've grown hungry after studying past the recommended duration. (Y/n), what would you do without me?" He happily chided in his usual strict tone as he walked to the nearest stall.

But he can't afford to be lax for too long, no matter how much he wants to spend his time in your wonderful company. He must not lose sight of the reasons why his initiatives were successful in the first place.

Perhaps Alhaitham might pay a visit to his old friend's place. Spending their time reminiscing and drinking a nice cup of tea is the least he could do to show his appreciation. After all, if his good friend hadn't tampered with Celestia's intentions, Alhaitham wouldn't have been able to influence the type of vision you would have received.

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"--When are you going to be off work? I've heard that Wangshu Inn would be a little quiet this season. Morax, would you like to come with me? I have several stories you might be interested to hear about."

A/n: here's part two if you're curious!

#yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #yandere fanfiction #yandere #yandere oneshot #tag: vision qualifications - alhaitham #yandere alhaitham #alhaitham #yandere male #yandere al haitham #yandere al haitham x reader #ansy-writes

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jinuaei · 4 months

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all i can think about is (maybe)yandere!re4 Leon x merchant! reader(or just the merchant really)

With all he's gone through in Spain he cannot deny the relief that spreads through his body as he sees the familiar hues of the purple flame just right outside where you reside. His eyes peers through the doorway to see you fixing up your wares, humming to yourself as you prepare to showcase the goods you have collected along the journey. Leon can't help but relax every time he sees you, for his companions have abandoned him again and again, often times getting kidnapped or straight up being dead. Yet, you are the only person that he knows that will never leave him, the constant being that he can come back to when his will to fight plummets to the ground, and the only person that gave him support through weapons and gear. Yes he is aware that you just talk to him for his money but he doesn't care, he will give it all up just so he gets to see you at the end of the day.

Leon's grip on his gun tightens as he thinks about what would happen if his merchant disappears all of a sudden, surely he will lose his mind. His thoughts becomes darker as he imagines his saviour, YOU, not being there with your quips and your impatience, surely he will burn all of Los Illuminados just to find you again. He doesn't even want to think about where you will be at the end of this mission, maybe he will deliberately fail this mission just so he can stay here with you, killing Ashley would be easy with how much trust she has on this government agent sent by her own father...

#leon kennedy #yandere leon kennedy #yandere leon kennedy x reader #im not a writer but hopefully people see my vision ykyk

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weebsinstash · 11 months

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Alright bestie I’m on that shit again

So yandere Superman, right? Like obviously your fucked. The only other yandere in existence that might just be able to keep you from him is Batman, but even then he’d probably sooner work together just to ensure your safety- but that’s a prompt for another day.

Back to yan Superman, imagine you’re his darling and he is “keeping you safe”. But one day, you get snatched up by some organization that wants to use you as leverage or some shit, but you are just sobbing in relief at maybe being free- only to have Superman show up and do some not so super things to everyone who “stole” you

There are just so many casually horrifying things about Superman that people don't realize until you start like digging into his lore. "Oh he's super strong and a super fast flyer" actually he can do basically anything at those super speeds to the point he can literally even PROCESS THOUGHTS at near light-speed which means he has Absolutely Terrifying reaction times and can make plans and schemes on a dime, which, you know, can be even better utilized by him being intelligent. He has natural invulnerability so if you throw a punch at him too hard you could literally shatter the bones in your hand and he can't even control that, like you could literally hurt yourself with him on accident! He can see across INSANE DISTANCES and his x-ray vision doesn't have like a set range so he could do anything from, peep inside buildings to spy on you, to looking under your clothing for any bruises or injuries or even self harm marks, to peeking behind your hero disguise to learn your true identity, to seeing if there's anything inside your stomach and seeing if you're eating properly. Like jesus christ he literally found out Lois was pregnant from waking up one morning and suddenly hearing the heartbeat of the FETUS, there's literally nothing from him pulling that stereotypical "I know you're nervous or lying or afraid because I can literally hear your heartbeat increase" scary bullshit

And let's talk about Lois for a sec because my god her death was literally what kicked off the Injustice timeline? And there are other forms of Superman media where she just straight up dies naturally of cancer! Sure we could take the easy way and say "in this au Lois never existed or was just Clark's friend and he loved YOU" (which is my preferred default tbh bc, no competition for Reader lol) but I mean if you're going for that angst, that real whump, a yandere Clark Kent that just lost his wife/unborn child to either the Injustice incident or cancer, now overcome with grief? And in those cancer timelines they usually already have a son, Jonathan, and sometimes Jordan, and here's Clark thinking, well, his boy needs a mother, and he's got these weird feelings for you, and lil Jonny clearly has affection for you, maybe bring a bit of a platonic yan himself who sees you as either a big sister or even a secondary mom, so... be his wife maybe?

Like my god if Reader somehow helped him through the grief of losing Lois and managed to avoid "fully activating" Superman's anime villain arc, like he's going full fascist in the Injustice 2 Bad Ending, then some shit DEFINITELY goes down when Reader gets taken away. It just reactivates all his trauma. No! He can't lose anyone else! Jonathan can't lose anyone else! You're not just someone he loves, you're his FRIEND!

You're just huddled in whatever cell you've been kept in with your black eyes and bruises and knuckles bloodied from trying to fight back when you hear Clark's voice and you look up with excitement that just falls immediately off your face because holy shit did he just unlock that thumbprint scanner with a severed arm, and suddenly you're realizing there are other shades of red on his costume and dripping from his fingers

I can only imagine like, ngl I considered a sequel to my fic Doubt where Reader escapes the manor and runs into Supernan as the only other person who can protect you, so here we would have the inverse: you're the only one who knows about Clark's increasing instability and, while you still have your own freedom and autonomy, try to speak to Bruce about it, and now you have Batman Vs Superman: Competing For Your Heart Edition. I can only imagine what sort of unhinged reactions there would be if you think you've got Batman alone and you're beginning to cry all "Bruce I'm really worried about Clark, he isn't acting like himself, there's something wrong with him" and. Clark is like literally using his x-ray vision to read lips through the walls if he can't use his super hearing to outright eavesdrop.

Of course as you suggested, I'm always a slut for ideas with"oh shit I ran to this guy to help me and he's ALSO crazy, now they're teaming up and I'm in some weird shared/poly situation with TWO nutjobs". Lmao you go to Bruce concerned about Kal and Bruce goes to confront him and Clark just drops "did you know Y/N has been hiding self harm cuts under their hero suit also wow they smoke HELLA weed and im worried about their lungs and all the stuff they do when they're alone that no one else knows about 🥺" and suddenly here's Bruce " thanks i hate this actually :)" and there's a scheme concted to spy on you or move you elsewhere.

I've even thought of "Reader oh nooOoooOo, that, giant monster or villain attack or whatever also coincidentally destroyed your shitty little apartment complex? You mean Clark 'accidently' got sent flying into your building or smacked some giant creature into it and now you don't have a place to live? And you're broke too? Oh no 🥺 Well, BATMAN has this nice big house with lots of room in for you to stay toooootally 'temporarily', we PROMISE uwu"

Batman is the one who can put a tracking chip injected into your skin or even disguised as a filling in one of your teeth, and Superman is the one who can zoom off to rescue you/retrieve you "faster than a speeding bullet". I think one of the only people who could bring them down together at that point would be like. Fucking DARKSEID and, Jesus no, you definitely don't want HIM treating you as a pet 😭 the evil Batman that was brainwashed by him in the Apokolips War movie was scary enough (and scary HOT, lmao, let him keep me as some sort of prize and the only luxury Darkseid will allow him as a reward for his obedience. Lord Batman goes from having a meeting talking about like enslaving people to returning to his quarters and railing tf outta you because he's still holding onto some slim vestiges of humanity where he cares about you but also using you as his personal anti stress fuck toy)

#yandere superman #yandere batman #yandere dc #i got a draft whee damian and jon like you and introduce you to their fathers #and suddenly stalking you becomes a family affair #the boys walk you home and jon lies about having to pee so damian can plant bugs while youre distracted #the boys going back to their fathers and telling them all of your personal business #'yeah dad when she was at work i used my xray vision and saw her creepy manager grope her in the walk in'#suddenly your small little privately owned cafe was just bought out by wayne enterprises and your boss is fired or goes missing #maybe Bruce gets you a job st Wayne tech bc hes been following you as batman and he doesnt like you working third ahift #lmao heres hoping i actually finish it wven though im not quite sure where to go w it yet #but like its literally over 8 pages at least so. obviously some sort of creative juices are flowing #yandere stuff #sinprompts #at this point i cant promise shit bc my emotions and motivation are waaaaaacky

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