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lookingformoondrop · 6 months

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Rules & Fandoms

Let's make this short (snort) and simple;

Here are my YES and NO 's as for writing right now;

✅️ Yandere Characters/Themes (kidnapping, emotional manipulation, obsession, possession, unaliving, confinement, dub/non-con).

✅️ Fluff (Anything under the sun is possible!)

✅️ Angst (we're talking, "It's over, I found someone else," "I don't need you anymore," character death, cheating, DYING).

✅️ Suggestive scenes notice how it says suggestive and not smut (kissing, biting, sucking, making out /french).

✅️ Domestic themes (characters having kids with reader, reader being pregnant, characters being pregnant).

🚫 Smut (I'm aware that writing dark themes such as kidnapping is on the list, but as Adele said "I dont have to explain myself to you, im a grown idiot and i do what i want to do" . I've already listed my boundaries and how far I'll venture the line before I dip out). NO WATERSPORTS EITHER.

🚫Suicide/Self-Harm (I will not write things such as harming yourself, a character death that has to do with suicide, or mentioning such elements. I like angst, but not when you have to - or another character - hurt themselves for it).

🚫 Incest (I can excuse kidnapping and stalking but I draw the line at incest. I'm comfortable with sibling obsession, but I aint writing scenes where big brother Dabi smashes his lips against yours).

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Here's what fandoms I write for!

YOUR BOYFRIEND

JOHN DOE (THE VISUAL NOVEL)

MY HERO ACADEMIA

JUJUSTU KAISEN

DEMON SLAYER (VILLAINS MOSTLY)

CHAINSAW MAN

DANGANRONPA

MYSTIC MESSENGER

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG

THE COFFIN OF ANDY AND LEYLEY

BLUE EYE SAMURAI

(Don't be afraid to ask for something that isn't on the Fandom list! Most likely, I don't know the media yet / and / or it has slipped my mind.)

#your boyfriend game #john doe visual novel #miraculous ladybug #my hero academia #mystic messenger #jujutsu kaisen #chainsaw man #demon slayer #danganronpa #bhna x reader #your boyfriend peter #john doe x reader #yb x reader #jjk gojo #the coffin of andy and leyley #blue eye samurai

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r0ses-are-rosie · 2 years

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Can you do Your boyfriend game Peter x reader she like Kanao Tsuyuri from Demon slayer she only talk to him when she flip the coin and decided to talk to him and she really good friends with everyone in the game❤️❤️❤️❤️

A/N: sure!

Peter with a Reader that's like Kanao Tsuyuri

you were sitting alone on a bench in a peaceful park one day while peter was nearby, psyching himself up to talk to you

from the way he's been watching you up until now, you've always been quiet. you never spoke, and he thought you were shy and thought that was so cute!

but since you both were 1 on 1, you had no choice but to speak, right?

...wrong!

peter walked up to you, trying to appear calm and sat next to you. "hey!" he greeted you. "how are you today?"

he was met with silence. you just stared at him with a blank face aside from a calm smile

the only reasonable way to describe how he felt then is, "...😀?"

but then you reached into your pocket and pulled out a coin. peter watched you as you flipped the small object, and as it landed on heads

then you suddenly turned to him once more and muttered out, "hello, im doing fine. thank you for asking."

HE FELL IN LOVE.

well he already was in love, but you get what i mean

when you both actually start dating, he's very protective of you, and tries to steer you away from people who want to talk to you when you clearly don't want to/when your coin lands on the wrong side

he also tries to encourage you to make decisions for yourself, rather than relying on some flimsy piece of metal to do decide for you

peter gets sort of annoyed when you dont speak/do something with him because your little coin told you not to

also like...how are you friends with LITERALLY everyone!? thats one thing he doesnt get!

like you cant speak but omg, you're popular!?

he wishes that was him in highschool

all in all, peter really loves you, but he wishes that you could make your own choices

#yb peter #your boyfriend peter #yb x reader #peter x reader #im so tired #i need to go to bed #yanderes are toxic #but like...#HIM THO😻

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insertsaddict · 3 months

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Had an idea that I don’t think I’ll make into a full fic, so...here! Your Boyfriend Hunger Games AU! Based on what I remember of the books I read years ago...

(Game is 18+, so if you are a minor, please do not read after the cut!)

(Mentions of death, gore, and suicide—if these make you uncomfortable, please please don’t read this!)

You’ve grown up in one of the less well-off districts. You’re a bit distanced from your family, doing your best to support yourself. You’re good friends with TK, your neighbor and co-worker, and both of you express worry over the upcoming games.

Neither of you like the Games. And obviously, neither one of you wants to be chosen. The thought of it makes you shake, but TK does their best to reassure you each time. The odds of either of you getting chosen have to be low, right? Even if you put your name in a few extra times to get rations, surely it hasn’t been that many, has it?

...but of course, on the Reaping, whose name is pulled first but yours?

It’s a crushing blow to you. You’re not a fighter or a killer. This is a death sentence for you. When you take your place on the stage, you just feel numb.

You see TK’s distraught expression. But you don’t see another face in the crowd, someone just as stunned and horrified as you feel, too late to act to take your place.

They move back to the jar (everyone’s name is in one jar, they just pick two people of any gender to send or something), to draw the second name. Your fate is sealed.

Suddenly, someone else in the crowd volunteers. Murmurs travel throughout as they weave their way through, standing on the stage next to you. They can’t take your place (too late for that), but they’ve taken the second spot.

You look up to see grey skin, a blue shirt, and black hoodie, and blue eyes looking into yours with a range of emotions. Sadness, guilt...determination. They’re not familiar to you, but you know who’s standing in front of you.

Most people know of Peter, even you. You’ve seen him around town a bit, but all you know is that he grew up in a Career district, but moved into your district a few years back. You’ve heard rumors that he mostly moved to get away from his family.

No one besides him knows the full reason he moved, of course. And of course, he knows you very well.

Many don’t bat an eye at his sudden volunteering—he grew up in a Career district, after all. But you feel like maybe...there’s something more than that behind his actions.

Especially when he keeps gazing at you intensely.

You say tearful goodbyes to TK and your family. No one is there to visit Peter, but he doesn’t seem at all bothered by it. Eventually, the two of you are ushered onto the train to the Capitol...and you’re left alone.

You try to strike up a conversation with Peter. He flinches when you say his name, looking for a second like he swallowed a lemon.

“I don’t like my name,” he’ll admit. “I’d honestly prefer if you called me by a nickname or something.”

You come up with something on the spot—YB. From then on, that nickname is how he’ll introduce himself to everyone. And if anyone calls him “Peter”, he quickly corrects them.

You’re both introduced to Don, a gruff past Victor. He looks you over and mostly gives advice on how to avoid trouble, and how to outlive everyone else through sheer survival skills.

He looks over YB...and simply regards him coolly. The two of them stare at each other, long enough that you start to feel a little uncomfortable.

Later, Don will warn you that he gets a bad vibe from YB. Whether you trust his word or not is up to you, put...YB is very kind to you. Nervous, but kind, and willing to teach you some skills for survival.

Eventually, the two of you are in the arena. You grab what supplies you can and run from the action, not knowing that someone else is following your every move, always staying just far enough away that you don’t notice them.

Night falls, and as far as you can tell, you’re far away from anyone else. Safe for now, except...you swear you keep feeling someone watching you. You scan the forest over and over, but as far as you can see, no one’s there.

But you still feel eyes on you. Watching, unblinking...

YB knows you so well that he can avoid your gaze just before you look in his direction. Even when you’re being so clever, even checking the branches above you! He admires that.

But there comes a point where you can’t keep your eyes open, when you end up passing out from exhaustion with your back against the tree trunk. YB slowly creeps forward, and many viewers wait with bated breath, watching as they’re sure he’s about to strike...!

And he simply leans against the tree beside you, keeping one hand on the hilt of his knife. He switches constantly between scanning the forest suspiciously and watching you adoringly.

No one watching is quite sure what to make of it. The Gamemakers linger on the two of you for quite some time, not sure whether something is going to happen or not. The bad vibe Don got from YB comes back with full force, but all he can do is grit his teeth and wish he had some way to tell you about the danger lurking beside you. No donations have come in yet.

This process repeats for the next few days and nights. You do your best to survive, avoid everyone else, and wait up each night before exhaustion takes over. All while unaware of your living shadow.

People have started to theorize about what YB is up to. Is he just there to mooch off your supplies? Is he unhinged and waiting for the perfect moment to strike? Is he looking for an alliance, but too nervous to fully approach you?

And then someone tries to attack you in your sleep.

YB had hidden in the shadows when he heard their footsteps approaching. You barely even stirred in your slumber. They found you in your makeshift camp, glanced between you and your supplies...and slowly raised a bow, aiming to quietly take you out.

They don’t even manage to grab an arrow before a knife is driven into their back.

Viewers are stunned, horrified...amazed at what follows. It’s one of the bloodiest kills in the Game yet, stab after stab, yet so silent that you don’t even wake up. All anyone can do is watched as words and symbols are carved into the cadaver.

When you wake up in the morning, your eyes land on a corpse...and the message carved into their chest.

You’re safe with me, Darling. It’s surrounded by hearts. Like a love letter.

Naturally, you scream and flee from the area.

You spend the next few days trying to flee from whoever left you that message, but you can still feel eyes on you. YB’s never far behind. At some point or another, you might actually spot him and talk to him...

Do you realize he’s the person you’re afraid of? Do you team up with him, or run faster, trying to get away?

There are honestly quite a few ways this could end. Most of them tragically.

If you’re killed at any point during the Games, YB will immediately go on a rampage of revenge. He’ll keep your corpse on him at all times, refusing to surrender it and fighting off anyone who tries to take you away from him. Even the drones the Gamemakers send don’t stand a chance against his fury.

Once he’s the only one left, he won’t allow himself to be crowned the victor. But he’s not going to allow the two of you to be separated, like they’ll surely do once they come to recover his body.

Jumping off the cliff, into a raging river is deemed poetic and a worthy way of joining you, in his eyes...

On the other hand, if it’s just the two of you left...he won’t ever bring himself to harm you. Not for something as petty and unimportant as being Victor.

If you decide to strike at him, he won’t fight back. If you can’t bring yourself to kill him, he’ll take nightlock berries and go peacefully to let you be the winner. Either way, he’ll confess his love to you before dying.

There is a chance you can convince him to take part in the same trick Peeta and Katniss pulled off during their games, where they both threatened to swallow nightlock. Whether it’s an act of rebellion or love on your part, or a lie or trick to get YB to off himself, he’ll agree at once.

And just like in the books, the two of you will quickly be stopped and both declared the Victors before you can actually pull it off.

#your boyfriend #your boyfriend game #yb x reader #my writing #hunger games au

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springy-bubbles · 7 months

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TW// Allegations of SA, Grooming, R@pe ect. Hey everyone. I just wanted to let you know about this. The creator of Your Boyfriend 18+ game and the husband of the creator have been accused of a lot of REALLY shitty things. This is not something I want to fucking support and I don't want this shit to EVER happen to anyone. I can't confirm anything if these are true or not, but I still want to spread the word about this. If you are following me and you support ANY if these actions this people did, LEAVE MY FUCKING PAGE I don't care if you block me GOOD! GET THE HELL OUT! This goes out to the minors who are in the YBF community, you are at risk and you should leave that group, protect yourself and put yourself first, don't be afraid to speak out if this has happened to you but if you don't feel safe enough to, that's totally ok. My page is a safe space for people who need it and also who just want to hang out. please keep yourselves safe Much Love ~SpringyDaBean

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mordeiswrld · 1 year

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YOUR BOYFRIEND MASTERLIST

None yet...

Peter

None yet...

Don

None yet...

Roy

None yet...

Lucy

None yet...

Sarah

None yet...

#ybf #yb fandom #yb your boyfriend #yb game #yb peter #yb x reader #your boyfriend game

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nixhtlite · 1 year

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i’m finna clog the yb x reader tag smh

#yb x reader

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valexombie123 · 8 months

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I'm not good at making comics

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talkbycolor · 4 months

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Y/N, after waking up without a leg: What the fuck is wrong with you?!

YB: Wow, you could start with a 'good morning'.

Y/N: Good morning. What the fuck is wrong with you?!

#your boyfriend #yb peter #yb game #incorrect quotes #yb x y/n #yb x reader

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iwachu · 10 months

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Work night - YBG comic

Heyyy hi there, long time no see haha (geez I've been inactive for a long time sorry ;;;;)

Apparently I hadn't adapted very well to tumblr and I left it for a while to do other things, but when I wanted to make this comic I was looking for a good medium to publish it and that the quality wouldn't be affected. It was then that I remembered that I had a Tumblr account and well---- when I logged in I was surprised by the amount of reactions that my first and only publication had. I literally almost fell off my chair haha, I can't believe I had so much support. Seriously thank you so much to the people who liked my art and decided to follow me ;;;;A;;;. Sorry to leave you with a blog full of cobwebs.😔 But well, here I come back to show one of my comics of this beloved golf ball head.💙 I might use this tumblr to upload only comics or something like that, it will depend if people are still looking for more of this interesting character hehe or who knows. Anyway I hope you like it and enjoy the comic ✨

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sleighhethereal · 20 days

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"B-But— it's not like that!"

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ekuudarlin · 25 days

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♥︎ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲/𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.”

♥︎ 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: reaction

♥︎ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐢 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦

♥︎ 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫: 𝐈’𝐦 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲—𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥

You uttering those words from your pretty lips give him pause. “A-Angel?” he stammers, pulling away from your neck where he had been pressing open mouth kisses prior. He’s staring at you in disbelief, eyes wide like a dear caught in headlights. An all too familiar heat crawls up his chest and setting on cheeks.

Did he hear that right? God, let him have heard you right. Let it not be another daydream playing tricks on him. The words flow too sweetly to only be his imagination. Would he be so cruel to himself to imagine you saying those very words? Yes, he would. He already went so far as to imagine a whole life with you, not much difference in that.

“C-Can you repeat that?” He’s seeking confirmation. His arctic eyes hold a growing intensity that rivals the heat of the blush splashed over his fair cheeks. When you repeat yourself, it’s not at all as confident as the first time—the embarrassment was settling in.

Ren didn’t really feel the same. He was swooning inside despite it not showing on shocked expression yet. His heart felt like it was going to combust in his chest with how over the moon he felt. One blink, his facial expression changes to one you haven’t really seen on him. He’s squinting down at you, a impish twinkle in his eyes and a grin slowly etches onto his face.

You really are an angel—you had to have heard his prayers. You’re giving him what he always wanted—with no restraints. Ren’s trembling as he’s still attempting to hold himself back; it’s too soon for him to drop all his future plans on you right now. So many plans—

“You make me so happy, baby,” he coos, lowering himself to your face. Being this close, you swear you can see hearts in his eyes, “But don’t you worry! I’ll make you feel so much, promise!”

For a fleeting moment—your words fail to capture his attention. Lost in the enchanting image of you, partially naked beneath him, he only snaps back to the conversation when your demeanor shifts to shyness, making him realize he missed a part of what was said.

"Are you okay, rosebud?" he murmurs sweetly, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, placing your well-being above his own needs for the moment. In response, you repeat yourself hastily, your voice resembling a squeak, akin to a mouse caught in a trap.

Truly, there wasn’t a more accurate description. You’re trapped in Damon’s arms, and he gazes at you as if you’re the most exquisite meal he’s ever encountered. Your words shatter the composure he usually maintains for your safety—a concern he takes seriously.

Dealing with this unhealthy, secret obsession for you is difficult on its own—something he constantly has to control, particularly in moments like these to not scare you away. Now, you're indicating that he doesn't need to hold back, but you're unaware of just how misguided that suggestion is for him.

It would be a lie if he claimed not to have dreamed of you uttering similar words, and on those occasions, he seizes the opportunity. In dreams, you're less fragile and more aware of who he truly is. Oh, his poor rosebud.

A desire-filled growl rumbles deep in his chest, and he accompanies it with one of his signature toothy grins. "Careful with your words, love... you're sparking all sorts of ideas in me."

John felt as though he wasn't truly present with you; instead, he felt himself drifting above, observing the interaction unfold like a scene from a romcom he had grown fond of watching. It was during those moments that you were at your most physical.

Though this time isn't much different, your words struck a chord as they flowed from your lips like sweet nectar. He couldn't recall a time when you had ever spoken so provocatively, and he remembers every detail about you...

Things you couldn't bring yourself to confess even to God, that often weighed heavily on your conscience, shrouded in shame. Yet, your web history left a trail of breadcrumbs that John consumed with an unhealthy fervor, imitating them solely for your sake. He was willing to do anything for you.

He's come a long way, enduring every bad end repeatedly so that you could ultimately end up like this, nestled comfortably in his arms, exchanging sweet nothings that meant the world to him and more.

Weakness overcomes him as his focus returns, his eyes filled with adoration fixed on you. There's nothing he can do but express it. "Me too!" he exclaims, his smile resembling a chester's cat, strands of hair cascading across his face. "You can be rough, I'm yours!"

John leans in, planting kisses on your face repeatedly, murmuring, "Forever and ever and ever," before trailing to your neck.

Alan is in the process of burying his face into your clothed stomach when you speak those magic words. A shiver, filled with anticipation and excitement, dances down his spine—naughty and sinful. He pauses, stuck in a trance as he replays the words in his head.

Do you have any idea what you do to him—truly? As if his heightened senses of smell, touch, and even taste weren't sufficient, you further bless him with your teasing words. He silently thanks whoever is out there that he's currently spooning you, or else he would collapse from weakened knees.

He remains silent for a moment longer than expected, leading you to believe he didn't hear you. But he did—he's simply grappling with the shock and contemplating how to translate those words into action. He's thought about it before, of course he has.

Perhaps not to cause physical harm, but to assert his control, guiding you into every imaginable position within minutes, leaving you placid and breathless, entirely for his pleasure.

Alan looks up at you, a feral intensity gleaming in his eyes. You can almost envision him casting heart eyes your way, his gaze a perfect blend of adoration and want. “Mine to do what I want.” He says it more as a promise—a statement more than anything else.

Any ordinary person might raise an eyebrow at your preference for pain, but Jack smiles, perhaps even blushes. He feels honored, particularly by your declaration of love. He belongs to you as well—he's uncertain how many times he needs to affirm it, but he will, without hesitation.

Under no circumstances will he physically harm you—he doesn’t even enjoy choking you, despite your preference for it. The most he'll do is leave painful and long-lasting hickeys on your body or handle you into position a bit roughly. Anything beyond that is off the table. He's a big guy, and hurting you is the furthest thing from his mind.

He’s too preoccupied with making you happy. His little ray of sunshine, the reason he doesn’t linger on the past is because the present with you is so fulfilling. Waking up beside you gives him a sense of happiness and purpose.

Even if that purpose is to consume you whole—sinfully.

He chuckles softly, his eyelids drooping to a dangerously seductive degree, sending a jolt through your core. "I could never harm you," he murmurs, practically purring as he draws you in closer. "You're my sunshine," he says, as though it’s the most obvious truth. And indeed, to him, it is.

"But I'm more than willing to make you cry out in pleasure."

It was difficult for you to even utter the words with his tongue shoved down your throat. You could say he really ate it up—both literally and figuratively. When he finally pulled away to allow you to catch your breath, he was grinning so wide, your cheeks ached just from looking at him.

Peter is thrilled. He knows deep down he's a bit of a freak—the only person unaware of this between the two of you is you. Maybe later after he folds you like a pretzel you'll realize mentioning something like this wasn't the best idea, but for now, he's thrilled. Your confession, or rather demand, came much sooner than he anticipated though. Shocked him just a little.

Originally, he planned to discuss introducing new elements into the bedroom, but this turn of events suits him perfectly. However, he knows he needs to take things slow, even though his mind is already racing ahead, imagining how he wants you to end up—preferably begging. But he's a very patient man.

“You’re so fucking cute… You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for those words.” He murmurs low, slowly trailing kisses down your body with a steady grip on both your thighs.

#yandere #yandere x reader #john doe x reader #sunny day jack x reader #your boyfriend peter x reader #14 days with you x reader #my dear hatchet man x reader #broken colors x reader #br<3ken colors #⊹ 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐳 𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 / 𝐫𝐞𝐧[𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝]#𖥔 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 / 𝐣𝐚𝐜𝐤 #⊹ 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 / 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐝𝐨𝐞 #𖥔 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧 / 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 #⊹ 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 & 𝐝𝐨𝐞-𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 / 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 #𖥔 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 & 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 / 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧[𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫]#14dwy ren #my dear hatchet man #something wrong with sunny day jack #yb peter #john doe

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YBF Peter x reader who successfully escapes? preferably by train for more suspense. like peter is just watch reader get in the train right as it takes off, and he’s so mad but like he looks heartbroken and reader is just happy to be away, but even WORSE, reader runs away with another lover? and maybe that lover is on the train too?

( going back to your touch of glass fanfic, maybe that character is Alastor :0 )

i love you so much for this, MWUAH. But seriously Peter would be LIVID.

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior! Yandere! Mentions of harm! Implications of sexual themes! Mentions of money struggles! Abuse!

ੈ✩‧₊˚𝙉𝘼𝙑𝙄𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏 HH & YBFੈ✩‧₊˚ * Part two is here!

songs you can play while listening: Kill Bill Remix with SZA & Doja Cat. At my Weakest by James Arthur. Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. Nobody by Mitski. Cold Shoulder by Adele. Mind by MillSoundBeatz. Creep by Radiohead. Me and your mama by Childish Gambino.

𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔

It had started off simple enough. Peter was always having problems with his central air in his apartment. So, the súper of his complex would come to fix it. That’s where Husk came in.

Peter, at first, would wait around watching you while Husk did what he needed to do. Going over prices with Peter, checking the vents in each room, doing his usual checkup on the apartment. Husk didn’t speak much, hardly ever. He didn’t even bat an eye to Y/n. Or so she thought. Because of this, Peter didn’t see Husk as a threat, mainly because he wasn’t. But his employer was.

Alastor was the owner of the complex, running things after his mother had signed all the rights of the property over to him. With his growing fame he was able to keep it nice. Every once in a while he liked taking a walk around the property. This is how he meets you. Husk informs Alastor he needs to fix Peters central air again, and Alastor insists on going. With a few phone calls, Peter tells Husk you’ll be at the apartment to let him in, Peters out for the day.

Alastor walks into the apartment and immediately he finds you, sitting quietly while showing Husk the problem. But he can feel it, somethings off, somethings wrong here. So he goes snooping, and what does he find?

Dirtied clothes, blood on the bedsheets, he can see bruises from where your clothes don’t cover, and he puts the pieces together. You’re being abused, simple as that. Now, Alastor can’t really evict Peter, he pays his rent on time, and aside from the central air unit going down more than he’d like, it’s not uncommon. So, he decides to try speaking with you.

Then you break, you begin sobbing the moment Alastor asks if you’re okay. Husk moves to lock the front door of the apartment while you whisper to Alastor everything goin on, all in a frenzy. Your panicking, scared. Alastor feels bad, or as bad as he can feel for you.

So he comes up with a plan. He sits with you, and he has Husk break other things around the apartment, not too urgent but enough to catch attention of the damage, this way Husk and Alastor have a reason to keep coming back.

“Here’s what we’re going to do” Alastor says, sitting you down. You nod listening intently. “Why don’t I get you a train ticket, wherever you want. You’ll need to take multiple trains though, this way he doesn’t find you.” Alastor says, looking around the apartment a second. “ I’ll go with you, and we can get you settled somewhere else. New name, new life. How does that work for you?” He asks, and you nod your head.

“Anything is better than here. Please just get me out.” You beg, and Alastor nods.

“Play nice for a month. I’ll work out the details, and I’ll come back with Husk for repairs.” Alastor says as he nods to Husk, who nods back. “In the meantime, try gaining his trust. We’ll schedule a day where we need to repair, one where Peter isn’t here. You’ll gather your things, or whatever you can take, and we’ll leave.” Alastor says and you nod, desperate. Finally, finally someone helps.

The month feels long. Having to cuddle with Peter, having to reassure him you love him. That you would never leave him, that he’s your world. It made you want to throw up inside, but at least his trust was growing.

Sometimes you’d cry to him to sell the act, telling him you just wanted to be happy together, that you wanted a family with him. That you loved him more than anything. Then, the day finally came.

“The super is coming to fix the loose pipe under the sink, I have to go out and run a few errands, so I need you to make food for when I get back.” He says, giving you a kiss goodbye before leaving. You wait a while, maybe thirty minutes before Husk and Alastor show up. Husk gets to work on the pipe while Alastor helps take your things to his car. Alastor had used Peters laptop to make sure the train was leaving on time, before the two of you got in his car leaving.

Husk had waited outside the apartment, watching Peter walk in from his hiding spot. From outside, things could be heard thrown around.

“Y/n? What happened to the food?” Peter asks, walking around the apartment. He checks the bathroom, you aren’t there. Bedroom, you aren’t there. He’s starting to panic. Did he get too careless? Maybe you just stepped out, you’ll be back right?

Until he hears a beep from his laptop. It’s dying. He checks the screen, seeing several tabs open. The train time is up on the screen, and he’s silent for a minute. All he can think is how dare you, how could you do this to him? Maybe your testing him, testing his love. Testing to see how far he’d go for you. He grabs his keys off the counter and dashes out the door. He’s going to get you. He has thirty minutes left. It’s three fifty nine, meaning the train should leave around four thirty. Its a fifteen minute drive from his apartment to the train station, if he speeds up it can get to ten.

Husk calls Alastor in a panic, the two of you just passing through metal detectors.

“Hello?” Alastor asks as he begins to fix his watch back onto his wrist.

“He just left the apartment. He’s pissed.” Husk said, slight worry in his voice. Alastor looks over you while you fix your shoes, not noticing a thing.

“We’ll be fine. The train leaves soon and it’s a line before we get on. He can’t get us there.” Alastor says calmly, not wanting to scare you.

The two of you go through security fine and are at the end of the line. Gates begin to close, and it’s only when you hear shouting that you get nervous. Alastor is allowed on the train before you, considering you had more things. But, in the distance, you hear frantic shouting and things crashing. You turn around and there’s Peter, running like a mad man through security, calling your name.

“Miss do you know him?” The worker asks you and you shake your head. Quickly, the train begins to move, and you panick as your things are finally locked on. You had taken too long to get on. Now running down the station you get close enough to the stairs to jump, ticket still in hand. The cart rattles a bit and the door opens. Alastor looks confused, but embraces you nonetheless.

“He found me.” You said, turning around. Peter stands at the station as you get further from him. He looks defeated, hopeless. Angry, hurt. He stares at you mouth agape, unsure what to do. His eyes aren’t on you only though, no, he’s glaring at Alastor. His arm around your waist, and the way he ushers you into the cart with a tender kiss on your cheek. He’s livid.

This isn’t the end, Peter thinks. Not for a long shot.

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