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Potion Pt2

Yandere Benny Weir x reader

I only right sfw, feel free to request! Not proof read.

Benny fiddled with the pink bottle in his pocket as he approached the *object* of his obsessèd affection. 

"Hey, Y/N." He said, sliding into the seat next to her in science class, the first class of the day for the two and they were the first ones in the class for some convenient reason; Ethan and Rory were also in this class but they hadn't arrived yet. 

"Hey, Benny!" She smiled, setting her phone down. "Where's your sidekick?" The girl joked, nudging him with her elbow. 

"Looks like he's not here yet." Benny shrugged back,  a tint of pink flooded to his cheeks and a tingly feeling went to where her elbow had touched him. 

He noticed the water bottle sitting on the table in front of Y/N; the perfect tool. 

"Hey, do you mind if I take a drink?" He pointed to the water bottle. "I'll take the lid off so you don't get my cooties." Y/N giggled a little, he loved her giggle;

"Sure." Then she slid the bottle over to Benny. " I put lemonade in it though so be warned."

Benny nodded in response, slowly undoing the lid and taking a sip. Y/N returned to her phone,  no longer paying attention to the boy next to her, giving Benny the chance to slip just a little bit of his potion into her drink, then screw the lid back on. 

"Thanks." He said as he slid back in his chair, trying to act nonchalant. 

"No worries," Y/N didn't even look up from her phone. He was in the clear. 

Benny spent the whole rest of class waiting for Y/N to take a sip of her drink. Just a sip was all he needed for his plan to start taking effect. 

Eventually, towards the last few minutes of class, she took a drink from her bottle. Benny grabbed her chin, making her turn to look at him just before a pink flash went through her eyes. 

She was his. 

After that all he had to do was find ways to gradually feed her more of the potion until it was gone. 

The more he gave her the more she started to love him back. She was like putty in his hands, much like he was putty in hers. 

He loved her so much he started to get ahead of himself, they were already dating but he wanted more. Benny couldn't stop the lingering feeling of not wanting anyone to talk to her, not even Ethan. 

And Ethan knew exactly what Benny was up to. It couldn't've possibly been a coincidence that right after Benny made the love potion, the two began going out. 

It was like the two were playing capture the flag with Y/N as the flag. Back and forth the two would try to get Y/Ns attention, Benny often achieving more than Ethan. 

But really, what could Ethan do? He didn't have any magic. He didn't know how to break the spell. He couldn't do anything. 

Except, he could tell Grandma. 

It'd be hard with how territorial Benny was being at the moment though. Benny wasn't even letting him over to his house. He'd use excuses like;

"Oh! We're getting new flooring!"

"Sorry, we're not home now!" 

And sometimes just blatantly telling him he can't come over. 

And all the while Y/N was consuming more and more of Benny's potion. 

After a few weeks, Ethan was finally able to get Y/N alone. 

"Ethan?" He had pulled her from the hall into the janitors closet. The pink in her eyes was blazing. Ethan grabbed her hand, hoping to see a vision. 

What flashes through his mind was confusing- a view of date and hearts and P.D.A. At the end of the vision Ethan could hear a few words and then Y/Ns eyes changed back to their original color. Ethan coudnt make out the words though. 

During this, Y/N was getting worried. 

"Ethan... I should probably get going now... Benny is probably looking for me." 

"Don't go to him!" Ethan shouts. Y/N flinches. 

"What do you mean?" 

"It's... hard to explain... but just stay here for a few more minutes..." Y/N nodded but her agreeable nature didn't last long. A few minutes later Benny could be heard yelling for Y/N out in the hall. Her eyes flash and she reaches for the door handle. 

"Y/N please! Just a few more minutes..." Ethan held her arms tighter. Then, the door opened. The two fell out of the closet, Ethan landing on top of Y/N. Benny stood above them, a deep scowl on his face. 

He grabbed Y/Ns hand and yanked her up, shoving Benny to the side. 

"Stay out of it." He said as he walked away with Y/N wrapping herself around his arm. 

#yandere benny weir #benny mbav #benny weir #mbav imagine #mbav fanfic #mbav #yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitters a vampire x reader

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im the anon from earlier lol

can i request a yandere gilbert blythe where it's his and the readers' wedding day? and then maybe including at the end them "cuddling" in bed together but it's really him holding her tightly whispering about some future together while she cries

sorry if that's a little morbid, i just thought it'd be a cool part two to the first one you posted

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Yandere Gilbert Blythe x reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests. Thank you for asking!! Kinda short and not proof read. Enjoy :)

I love you..." his voice rings in your ears. 

"You're so beautiful..." his words make your skin crawl. 

"Are you listening?" You have no choice. 

From the moment your mother made you let him in to the note on the school board to shuffling down the isle this morning, you were miserable. 

Possibly the only enjoyable part of this was seeing how proud your mother was the whole way through. She had fixed up her old wedding dress and fitted it to you. She made you up like a doll for the ceremony. And as your father walked you down the isle you could see tears falling from her eyes. He was so happy. It would have been discomforting if you had thought too much into it though.

Gilbert stared in astonishment as you walked down the aisle in the church. When you arrived at the altar you wanted so badly to repeat the same actions as  Prissy had. Run out of the church and into the field. But you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

After the ceremony the reception was held. Your family and friends all told stories of both you and Gilbert- which were very much exaggerated for the occasion. 

Anne had written a poem, Josey made a few snide comments, Ruby talked up every interaction you'd had with Gilbert as if she hadn't been in love with him just a year ago.

It all made you so sick that you couldn't even swallow your food. 

Finally you were here. In Gilbert's home. Bash in the room next door caring for his baby, and Gilbert hugging you from behind, his face in the crook of your neck. 

"Are you listening Y/N?" He repeats, giving your body a small squeeze. You nod, tears sliding down your cheeks and over your nose. "I'm sorry..." he takes a deep breath. 

"For what?" You ask, knowing the answer. He'd done this countless of times in the last few months. Apologizing but never changing. 

"I want you to be happy..." you don't respond. It's easier to tune him out. "I'm aware you didn't want thus marriage..." you've fought him every step of the way on this. "So I'm sorry for forcing this onto you..." he's not sorry. He's quite right happy with himself. "But I do love you." The tears begin streaming down your face. "and I'll make sure you're happy. We can have a happy little family- if you want!" He stutters a bit. "We don't have to have kids if you don't want any. It's up to you." He thinks for a second. "It could just be us- and Bash and Delphine, of course."

This isn't love, to you. It's possession. It's kidnapping. It's grotesque and disgusting. Love is supposed to be flowery and sweet.

Maybe you could've had a real romance if Gilbert had approached you correctly; Walked up to you in class, talked to you about your day, invited you over for a nice meal and took your wants and needs into consideration. But that's not what he did. He went to your parents, who gave him his guaranteed spouse. It was as if nothing you thought or felt mattered. 

"I love you, Y/N..." he leans over and kisses you on the cheek. "You don't have to say it back." Then reaches over and blows out the candle. 

You rub your eyes dry and your cheek raw. 

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #yandere gilbert blythe #anne with an e #anne of green gables #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe #forced relationship #arranged marriage

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Omg guys guess who forgot

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hey! are requests open currently?

YUP !! Requesting doesn't mean I'll definitely write it but if you have an idea and you describe it to me well then I'll try my best to write it !! Keep in mind I only write sfw!!

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Why do you gotta call me out like that? Bro I’m crying

I see you👁👁

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I find it so silly when people like all of my posts from a certain fandom and then anonymously make a request. I see you. I know who you are. I'm not judging I'm just giggling.

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Someone else should write a sfw Yan Rory Keaner fic so I'm not the weirdo with the posts.

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #mbav imagine #my babysitters a vampire x reader #mbav stuff #rory keaner #yandere rory keaner

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Arranged

Yandere Gilbert Blythe x reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests. Forced relationship. Kinda Yan if you squinting idk.

"Gilbert Blythe." You could taste the sourness of his name on your tongue as you spit it out. 

"Y/N L/N." He mocked. His usual smirk plastered his face. 

He was one of the top kids in your class at school and one of the most popular boys. Your friends, Ruby and Anne, were obsessed with him. Ruby was more open about it than Anne, but Anne's feelings were obvious.  

If it weren't for them you might have caught something for him too. Of course it'd be difficult to feel anything but guilt if you were to. That doesn't mean you avoided him though. You often talked and joked with him. You weren't best buds but you weren't strangers(it'd be next to impossible to be in a town like Avonlea).

Besides, you were sure your parents would find a partner for you. Your parents have always wanted you to focus on your studies so they had always reassured you that they'd handle your marriage. You didn't mind it that much. You don't think they'll choose someone small minded, or far away, and you know they wouldn't choose someone who'd interfere with you going to college and living your life the way you want to. 

But this bothered you. This made your stomach turn. 

There he was. Standing on your front porch, with a bouquet of random flowers. 

"Oh, Y/N, let the boy in!" Your mother chattered. She pushed you to the side and opened the door wider for him. "Welcome, Gilbert." She chirped. 

"Thank you, Mrs. L/N." Gilbert stepped inside of your home. He removed his coat and hat and started towards you. "These are for you, Y/N." He handed you the flowers. You could see your mother's glare from behind Gilbert's curly head, urging you to be polite. 

"Thank you, Gilbert." You accepted the flowers and moved to the kitchen to find something to put them in, rolling your eyes when you turn away from him. 

When you came back your mother, father, older brother, and Gilbert were all sitting in the foyer. 

"Y/N, stop standing around." Your mother smiled slyly. "Have a seat next to Gilbert." You looked over to the seat next to Gilbert. There were open seats next to both your mother, and brother. She was clearly up to something. 

Of course it'd be rude to not take the seat after being told to do so, so you sat down next to him. 

As you were fixing your dress to free it of small wrinkles in the skirt your father cleared his throat. 

"Ahem, uh-" he awkwardly sat up. "We have something to tell you." He had a weird but proud smile on his face as he looked at your mother, brother, and then finally, you. His hand gestures over to Gilbert. "Would you like to tell her, Gilbert?" He asked. 

Gilbert's face became flushed. He laughed shyly. He looked down at his hands in his lap then turned to you. 

"Well, Y/N." He grabbed your hands, his thumb rubbing the back of your right hand gently. "Recently, I had asked your parents for your hand in marriage." 

Gilbert was looking in your eyes but yours had gone blank. You were puzzled. Perplexed. You knew your parents were looking for someone, and you knew Gilbert would get an automatic yes from them, but why was Gilbert asking you? Why not Ruby? Or Anne? Or literally anyone else. You couldn't marry him. That'd only be a betrayal against your friends. You had only thought that your mother invited him so he might consider you, but you didn't imagine he would. 

You realized you had been silent for too long when Gilbert was waving his hand in front of your face. Before you could properly think you blurted out;

"No!" Slapping his hand out of your face. Gilbert pulled his hand to his chest. You hadnt hurt him but it was a surprise. You turn to your mother. "You didn't tell him I would marry him, did you?" 

Your mother was shocked, mouth agape and all. 

"Well, of course we did." Your father said, still wide eyed from your reaction. 

You could see your brother trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Oh bite your tongue." Your mother spouted at him. 

Without saying anything, you rose from your seat and began walking up to your room. Closing the door behind you, and falling to the ground. 

You can hear your family in the living room. 

"She's just being dramatic, Gilbert." You heard your brother reassure him. 

"We're terribly sorry Gilbert." Your mother continued after. 

"It's no problem." Gilbert said. "We can try again another day." 

"Yes, I'm sure she'll come around." Your dad chimed in. 

Clearly, they had not gotten the hint that you were unhappy with this situation. Each of them took turns throughout the night knocking on your door and trying to get even an ounce of a reaction. Each try was futile. 

The next day you remained silent. You didn't even eat breakfast. You just walked past your family and out the door. 

When you got to school the message board was surrounded. Diana ran to you as you got to the door. 

"Hello, Diana." You said, exasperatedly. 

"Y/N. What's this about? Are you really marrying Gilbert?" She said. She seemed more concerned than upset. She'd support you no matter what but that doesn't mean she could hold back Ruby or Anne from reacting poorly. Luckily they hadn't gotten to school yet. 

"What?" You dropped your books and ran to the message board. 

After pushing past a group of people you reached the board. There it was. The only note on the board. 

"Gilbert and Y/N are engaged to be married." 

You were fuming! You knew exactly who did this. You tore the note from the board and pushed back out of the group of people as you stormed inside. 

"I'm not marrying you!" You threw the crumpled up note at the back of Gilbert's head. The class members inside turned and watched. 

Gilbert's hands shot up in defense as he turned to face you. 

"Who said I wrote the note?" He smirked. Your face turned red with fury.

"You are so smug and inconsiderate!" You scoffed. 

"And you're beautiful when you're angry." Gilbert nodded at you teasingly.

You couldn't even think of a response besides storming away. The rest of class you could feel Gilbert's eyes shooting at you, along with every other girls, besides Rubys, who still had zero idea of the event that occurred before she got to school.

You were thankful that everyone, including Billy and Josie Pye, were quiet about the incident during lunch. You were also thankful to have a peaceful, Gilbert free lunch in the girls corner. 

But of course your peace could not last forever. 

You had hoped to stick close to Diana and Anne on their walks home but the second Gilbert came up it was like they handed you to him on a silver platter. Anne letting him take you was the most confusing part. 

Gilbert made it painfully obvious that he wanted you to hook arms with him as you walked, making a small triangle that stuck out of his side with his arm. Of course you ignored it and stormed ahead. 

"Would you slow down?" Gilbert piped, chasing after you like a lost puppy. 

"Why should I? You've got long legs. You should certainly be able to keep up." You tried to pick up your pace but honestly it was getting tiring and you could feel your own breath getting ragged.

Gilbert's hand reached up and caught yours, clasping his fingers around yours, stopping you in your tracks. 

"Because chasing you makes me seem like some kind of monster and walking together is far more enjoyable." He pulled your hand up and kissed your knuckles. 

"Perhaps it's enjoyable for you, Mr. Blythe, but currently, I do see you as a monster." You pulled your hand from his face but did not break free from the hand hold.

"And what makes me a monster?" He began walking again, at a very slow pace as you followed alongside him. 

"This whole marriage business for one;" You began. "I didn't think you were the type to force a girl to marry you, Mr. Blythe." 

"Would you have said yes if I had asked?" He was nervous for your answer. His jaw clenched and his left brow quirked up.

"No, but I am not saying yes now either." Gilbert looked a little disappointed but shook it off before you could notice. "I think I've made it clear that I don't wish to marry you, Mr. Blythe." 

"You know when we get married you won't be able to call me Mr. Blythe anymore, right?" He teased, trying to change the topic. You just gave him a sour look and no reply. Gilbert cleared his throat then tried again. "I was thinking we could have the ceremony in spring. Would you like that?" 

"Hypothetically, I'd prefer an early fall wedding." You replied, half heartedly. 

"Then that's what we'll have. A nice, fall wedding." Gilbert gently squeezed your hand and stepped closer. 

As the weeks passed you slowly noticed changes in your friends, especially Ruby. Her already dwindling gaze towards Gilbert had shifted in full throttle towards Moody and she repeatedly made small hints at giving you her blessing with the engagement. You tried to tell her that there was nothing between you and Gilbert but she just kept giving you little thumbs up as you would leave with him each day. 

Anne also began acting strangely. Despite your persistent denial she insisted that she supported you. 

It was like all of Avonlea was on Gilbert's side; rooting for him; rooting against you. 

Sure, the guilt would be gone now, seeing as your friends no longer hold feelings for him, but now there was a whole new reason. 

You didn't have a choice. You couldn't oppose the marriage and you couldn't consent. Gilbert was nice but he wasn't nice enough to break off the engagement.

After a while of begging you got an idea. It was a horrible and inconvenient idea. Even the thought of it made you feel like a vixen. But it had to be done. The engagement had been finalized and this was the only way to break it off. 

Your plan wasn't that hard to come up with either. Tell the girls you have feelings for one of the other boys, don't say who, and ruin your own reputation. If you were known to be someone who wishes to be with other while already "taken" then there would be no reason to continue with the marriage. 

Then, during college, once everything blows over and you're free again, you can find someone you truly love. 

When lunch came around you made your grand confession and all of the girls looked at you as if you had just told them the most shocking news ever. By the end of the day most of the girls had told their parents, friends, siblings, etc. 

By the time word had gotten back to Gilbert he was bewildered and, though he would hate to admit it, angry. 

You felt proud walking out of your house the next morning after having been chewed out by your whole family. 

"Now it'll be impossible to find a good Avonlea boy for you."

"You really screwed that one up." 

"Why won't you just accept Gilbert?" 

If gossip was good somewhere, it was Avonlea. 

You felt proud, that is, until you made it down the steps of your porch, seeing Gilbert smelling the flowers that lined the railing. When we noticed you he stood up and snaked his arm around yours. 

"Good morning dear." He's greeted as he started walking. 

"Good morning Mr. Blythe." Why was he here. He should be at school for his morning classes or anywhere but in front of your home. 

"Gilbert." He said. "It's been a while since you called me Gilbert." 

You rolled your eyes at that, although you were still quite nervous. 

"Gilbert, why are you here so early?" You asked. 

"I have no plans of canceling the engagement." This stopped you in your tracks, stopping Gilbert along with you.

"Why not?" 

"I know you made it up." His free hand went to your face, cupping your cheek. "I love you Y/N. I don't care how many people tell me to cancel it. I need you." 

This wouldve been a sweet confession if it all hadn't been forced upon you. Instead, it felt like you had only dug yourself further into the ground. Of course Gilbert would know you lied, he's the smartest in the class, and of course he wouldn't care what others thought of you, that's how he is. 

You felt stupid. 

Stupid and trapped. 

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #yandere reader #awae fanfic #awae s1 #awae imagine #awae season 2 #awae #yandere gilbert blythe #gilbert blythe x reader #gilbert blythe

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hello again! 🫶🏻 i keep rereading parts 1 & 2 of lovely because they’re SO amazing and i was wondering if i could request a part 3? it would probably be the last part, but i was thinking it could be a flash-forward a few years to Moody and reader being back in Avonlea after college, Moody working and reader being a housewife, (reluctantly, but now realizing she has to accept her fate.) maybe they have a couple kids already and she’s already pregnant with another, Moody is overjoyed and the lifestyle is slowly growing on her, too. stockholm syndrome is setting in. honestly feel free to write whatever you’d like and change any details! you can make it however dark you’d like (but still sfw of course!) thank you so so much! ❤️

Lovely, pt3

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x reader

I only do sfw, feel free to send requests, I did not proof read at all and it's kinda short. I hope you enjoy !!

"MOTHER!" Y/N could hear her daughter cry from the porch. Quickly, she ran through the house and pushed open the door to see the little girl stuck in the flower bush that lined the porch. Her legs were kicking abover her head. 

"Calm down." Y/N sighed, pulling the girl up and out of the bush. She was the spitting image of her father. Brown hair framing her round face and long eyelashes framing blue eyes. She had her mother's nose but that was pretty much it. 

Y/N cradled her child in her arms, checking hers for any cuts, thankfully she was okay, but her dress was dirty. 

"Be more careful, okay?" After putting her back down, she kissed her forehead and lead her inside to change clothes, no way she could let her run around covered in filth. "You look like you've been playing in a pig pen. Where were you?" 

"I was with Rilla. We decided to take the long way home. I'm sorry, mother."

"That's fine, sweet heart." Y/N said, pulling her dress off of her and throwing it to the bed, then she turned to get a new dress from one of the assortment of drawers. "Do you know where your brother is?" 

"He said he was staying late for extra lessons." 

Y/N's son on the other hand looked more like herself. Not a trace of Moody, her husband, lingered on him. 

Of course this in no way affected the way she felt about her children. They were the lights in her life. 

She became pregnant for the first time shortly after moving back to Avonlea from Queens College. Moody had begged and pleaded for the last few months of their school careers for children and with the added pressure from the families Y/N finally caved. 

But she enjoyed motherhood and even though she hates to admit it, she enjoys the days where she can spend time with her family. 

"Well let's hope he's home in time for dinner this time." Y/N pulled out a little dress and slipped it over her daughter's frame, brushing the hair from her face once it was fully on.

Later that night, after everyone had arrived back home, the family joined hands in prayer. Before, maybe towards the beginning of the marriage, Y/N would pray to herself that she might wake up in her childhood home, her mother and father would be just down the hall if she needed them and she could sit and listen to Moody play his music during break before joining the other girls. Although now she looks back on those moments fondly, she doesn't pray to wake up. It's almost as if she had become happy with her life. 

After dinner, Moody and Y/N went up to tuck their kids in together. It was nice spending those short moments together. Moody would stand in the doorway, watching as Y/N pulled the blanket over each of the children's shoulders and kissed their foreheads. After all these years he still loved her and as time went on the guilt he felt about the entirety of their relationship faded. 

Although he secretly prayed every night that she'd forgive him. Although she seemed happy now he couldn't ever be sure. She didn't pull away from him but was that just because she felt like she had to? She stopped avoiding him but then again it'd be difficult even if she wanted to. 

He was ridden with doubt about their relationship. 

Once they finished tucking in their children the two went to their own bedroom to sleep for the night. Moody wrapped hisarms around Y/N which she reciprocated sweetly, then began to drift off to sleep. 

"Moody?" Y/N called his name, waking him, his heart skipping a beat. 

"Yes Y/N," His voice was shakey and his grip on her became tighter. Usually they'd quietly come into the bedroom and fall asleep together. Why was she speaking? What did she have to say? 

"You don't play very often anymore, do you? Your banjo, I mean." It struck him. He hadnt played in a while. 

"Do you want me to start again?" 

"Yeah. You were good. I miss it." She snuggled closer to him. 

Wow. 

"Y/N?" Moody spoke. 

"Yes, Moody?" 

"Can we have another?"

"Another what?" 

"Kid?" Moody held his breath. Y/N was silent for a moment.

"If you promise to play your banjo every morning, then yes." 

He wondered if Y/N could feel his heart beating out of his chest. 

"I promise, Y/N." A smile grew on his face as he pulled her closer. 

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #moody spurgeon #awae fanfic #anne with an e #awae imagine

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Geeks Queen

Yandere Randy Meeks x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to make requests, small mentions of blood and violence, I didn't really know what to write.

Randy rubbed his eyes, trying to remove the groggines from them, caused by another late night at the movies. When his vision focused he caught sight of you. 

Your back was pushed to the lockers as you examined a slip of paper. You clearly didn't know what you were doing or where you were going, and the crowd pushing past you was not helping. 

And you were hot? Perhaps Randy could make his own luck by helping you figure things out. 

You felt a light tap on your shoulder and turned to see a spikey haired boy with a curly grin standing next to you. 

"Oh sorry, is this your locker?" You stepped out from the wall. Even though the hall had began to clear out a bit you had brushed shoulders with someone walking past. Of course, you quickly turned to apologize. 

Good looking and nice? What a combo, especially for Woodsboro. 

"No no, you're fine! I've just never seen you before, it looked like you were lost." Randy's hands shot up like he was held at gun point. "Are you new?" They moved back down to his sides, fidgeting with the hems of the top pockets on his cargo shorts. 

"Oh gosh, yeah I am." You chirped back. "I was supposed to figure stuff out over the weekend but with all the packing I didn't really have time." 

"Yeah that makes sense." His head nodded. "Maybe I can show you the way? This place seems big but it's not that confusing once you know your way." 

And of course you agreed to it! 

You were perfect for him too. During the makeshift tour you made jokes and laughed at his, and later he saw you come into the movie store he worked at, and you picked one of his favorite horror movies!

Randy was smitten with you. 

And at least in his eyes you liked him too. 

Maybe this time the nerd will actually get the girl? 

At least he thought this way until he saw you talking to Billy Loomis. 

The way your face brimmed with a lovely pink hue at that rat faced lunatic made Randy's blood boil. 

First Sidney and now you? Man he could never catch a break. 

Why did Billy always get the girl? 

And when the killings began you stuck by Billy's side as if he could never hurt a fly! Even Sidney, Billy's own girlfriend, was doubting him, but not you? 

This was absolutely insane! 

But... when it was finally your turn to get attacked, you scrambled into Randy's arms like a scared animal. Of course Randy didn't enjoy seeing you like this; sobbing, bruised, blood staining your clothes; but he couldn't help how he relish in the fact that you came to him. Not Sidney or Billy or even one of your other friends, hell, you didn't even go to the police. You came straight to Randy. 

And that little action sent him into a full delusion. You two were dating, to him. He'd curl to your side whenever you were within eyesight. He'd call you relentlessly, making sure you were safe. 

And he'd be lying if he said he'd never followed you home or watched you through your windows. 

You were his. Finally the geek had gotten the girl. 

#randy meeks #yandere randy meeks #scream #scream 1996 #yandere scream #yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader #yandere ghost face #yander slasher

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Any fun requests coming up?

I've got a possible final part to Lovely in the works and another MBAV story from requests !! Someone requested more Gilbert Blythe works but I don't really know what to do for him so if anyone has any suggestions then they should send me them !!

#yandere #yandere concept #yandere sfw #yandere x reader

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Yandere Rory with a reader who wears a shirt/jacket that says Rory's girl/boy (or just Rory's)

Yandere Rory Keaner x Reader

I'm just gonna do a short blurb to this bc I don't really know how to make it into a whole story.

He'd be sooo giddy about it. The second he'd see his gf/bf in it his jaw would drop and he'd pretty much malfunction for a second.

I think it'd be funny if the lettering was cursive just because I don't think Rory ever did his cursive work book and would have to do like 3 double takes before processing and understanding what it says.

Afterward he'd probably buy them other clothes with his nicknames on them like "R Money" and stuff.

And I know he loves matching outfits so he'd definitely get himself a shirt that says the same thing but with their name.

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Lies

Yandere Rory Keaner x Reader

I only write sfw, pls send me requests!! Uh... idk what to put as a warning? Wrist grabbing? What I don't know.

There he was, waiting on your porch after you had gotten back from a nice lil date with your boyfriend. Of course you hadnt told Rory. He was crazy. He was obsessed with you and didn't make any effort to hide it. Who knows what he'd do if he found out?

"You're home!" He jumped off the porch and ran towards you as you reached your yard. "I've been waiting for you! Why are you home so late? You should've been off work hours ago." 

"They asked me to stay late. Why are you here, Rory?" You asked as you crossed your yard to your porch, Rory tailing behind you. Of course you couldn't ignore him. He was right there and loud and obnoxious with all of his questions. 

"I told you, babe. I was waiting for you." He snakes an arm around your waist which you quickly shake off and decline. 

"Rory. What do you want?" Your firmness and obvious annoyance startled him at first but he collected himself and charged on like he always did. 

You unlock your door and open it just a bit. 

"Are you free right now?" He asks, getting fidgety. 

"No. I'm not." You squeez through your door, trying to keep it as close to closed as you could. You didn't want him in your house. It was your place. If he came in he'd never leave. "If that's all, go home." You started to close the door. 

"Wait!" Rory kicked his foot into the small gap. "Did I do something wrong?" 

You just sighed and rubbed your head. "Move your foot please." 

"No!" He started pushing open the door. He didn't seem that strong but you couldn't even push back. He even pushed you with the door as it opened. "What did I do wrong?" 

He's inside your house. He's inside the only place you thought you could keep him out of. 

"Get out, Rory!" You stepped out from behind the door and pushed on his chest. 

As soon as Rorys hands grabbed yours you knew you had made a mistake. Rory held your hands tightly as he pushed you back, till your legs collided with the couch and you fell back. Still holding your arms, he pinned them above your head. 

Of course you were scared. He'd never done anything like this before, just annoyingly following you. What was wrong with him? 

"I know you were with him." He looked angry. Like you had betrayed him. His eyes trailed over every inch of your face. "Why would you do that?" He clasped your wrists together to one hand, giving him a free hand which he used to push a lock of stray hair behind your ear. "Why do you even need him? I love you more than he ever could." 

"Rory, it's not about how you feel!" You tried to wriggle your arms free with your rebuttle.  

"I know- but..." his voice trailed off. He let go of your wrists and flopped onto the couch next to you, burying his head into his hands. 

"Rory, can you please leave now?" You scooted away from him just a bit, being uncomfortable with the entire situation. 

He pulled his head up, rubbing his face as it dragged across his hands. 

"Yeah... I should go home anyway. My mom will kill me if she finds out I'm not home yet." Rory started for the door but stopped just as he was about to open it, turning towards you. "Don't lie to me again, both you and him will regret it." For a second, you thought you'd seen his eyes turn yellow, but that wasn't possible, right? 

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hello again! <3 i was hoping to request a part 2 for Lovely :) perhaps reader and Moody get married before leaving Avonlea and they both go to Queen’s College together and share a bedroom at the boardinghouse. perhaps Moody really wants to start building their family and tries to convince reader to, but she’s insisting on waiting. he’s always all over her (forced kissing, touching, cuddling, etc) and she gets annoyed but remembers they’re married for life so she’ll have to get used to it, and warms up to him. honestly you can write whatever you’d like! i absolutely LOVE the first part and it gets better every time i re-read it :) thanks again!

Lovely, pt 2

Yandere Moody Spurgeon x Reader

I only write sfw, feel free to send requests!! Noncon touching, kissing, etc. long, forced marriage, probably more I should add but literally what? Thank you for the request!! I stole the picture from Pinterest, gifs weren't loading lol

The wedding ceremony was just as Moody had expected it, almost. Although Y/Ns dress was simpler than the one from his vision, and there was no tint of blush covering her cheeks, his own were beat red, she still looked as beautiful as he had imagined.  

Actually, more beautiful. He couldn't've possibly imagined the way his breath would hitch as she approached him. 

He could tell she was forcing her smile as family and friends waved her down the aisle. And it would have been impossible for him to not notice the way her lips struggled not to frown when she was asked if she would take him. 

And the kiss felt less than ideal to Moody. It was completely one sided. He brought her near, closing his eyes and leaning in, pressing his lips against one's pressed straight. 

The ceremony was planned to be the week before the two moved to the Queens College dormitory. It was usually forbidden for ladies to share rooms with gentlemen but with the two being wed and the parents pressure they allowed the two to board together. 

The first night in the small room together was awkward and an explosion of emotions. The two sat on the edges of their two different beds, quietly, until Moody finally croaked up something. 

"I'm sorry, Y/N." 

"Are you really, Moody?" Y/N asked, crossing her leg over the other and folding her arms. "It doesn't seem like you're sorry. It seems like you're enjoying this." 

Moody sighed.

"No... I'm not sorry. But what else am I supposed to say?" He stood and stepped over to Y/N, kneeling down to her. "I don't want you to hate me." His hands reached for hers but she pulled them back. 

"Then you should have stopped this from happening!" She pushed her legs onto the bed and scooted back from Moody, curling them to her chest. "I had no choice! You had the power to stop it; I know you did." A tear fell from Y/Ns eye and before she could wipe it away herself Moody had swiped it with his thumb. Y/N looked back at him, seeing the worry on his face. "I do not hate you Moody, but I do not want to live like this." Her head fell to her knees. 

While Moody was worried for Y/N, his heart and mind couldn't help but linger on the what was almost the last thing she said. She did not hate him. 

Hate was hard to come back from but being just outside of hate could be an easy fix. He could still catch her eye and make her love him as he loved her. 

Moody moved to sit on the bed and wrapped his arms around the crying woman in hopes to comfort her, and even though Y/N wanted him as far as possible, his embrace did aid in making her calm down. 

The next few weeks were quiet between the two. Y/N would come back to the dorm late, having spent much of her day avoiding going back to the dorm. She'd spend her days in the library or at the girls dorm house, trying so hard to avoid her husband. 

When she would come home, Moody would welcome her with a kiss to the cheek. As much as he wanted to kiss her on the lips, she would push him away if he tried. Kissing her cheek was far easier for him, and she allowed it. 

Since he was unable to see Y/N during the day Moody thought he'd surprise her when she got home by pushing the beds together. Obviously it was more for him than for her but in his excited haste he forgot that Y/N had completely different feelings compared to him. 

She came home to see his smirking face standing outside the door. 

"Welcome home, my love." He pulled her in close and planted a kiss to her cheek, then another, then another, confusing his already tired wife. He moved and held the door open for her, presenting the newly enlarged bed in the center of the farthest wall, with the bedside table placed on the side that had been where Y/N had once slept. 

She stood in the middle of the room, mouth agape. 

"Moody, what is this?" 

"It's our bed. Married couples should share a bed." He grabbed her hand as he approached her from behind, wrapping his other arm around her waist in a back hug. 

"Moody, please-"

"I'm not putting it back the way it was." His voice was stern and his grip around her waist got just a little bit tighter. "You can spend all day avoiding me but when you come home at least pretend like you want to be near me."

"Moody I-" She tried to speak but he cut her off again. 

"You said you don't hate me so please act like it." He buried his head into the curve between her shoulder and neck. 

Instead of trying to respond this time Y/N just moved her free hand to pat Moodys hair. 

To Moodys liking, Y/N was becoming more and more complacent. 

She no longer cringed at his forced affections and as long as she was asleep she would allow him to cuddle into her as they slept. 

Moody began finding her after classes instead of waiting for her to come home. To his surprise she wouldn't hide from him. 

As the two reached their 3rd year in Queens College Moody began to think of their life after school. The next step in a marriage should be children, and Moody had always wanted a family. A big one too. Moody was good with children, having a younger sister of his own. He wanted to have little Moody and Y/Ns running around the home they build together. 

Little boys with Y/Ns hair and Moodys eyes, busy helping with the labor. Little girls with Moodys hair and Y/Ns nose baking treats alongside their mother. And Moody would teach all of them to play the Banjo, and Y/N would hum them to bed each night. There would be rambunctious dinners as a family. Moody would try to get hus children to become best friends with Charlie's and of course they'd also become best friends with Diane's and Anne's and all of Y/Ns friends children. Y/N and Moody would have short weekends to themselves while the children stayed at their grandparents, ending in some kind of warm welcoming back at the weekends end. And of course he hoped they could be taught by Ms. Stacy as he and Y/N had been. 

He fell in love with the idea of having children. It was only right. He had conjured such a vivid image of a happy life with them. He needed them, just as he had needed Y/N. 

But how could he simply bring it up? He didn't want to push her, who had still be standoff-ish. She still treated him as more of a friend than a husband and of course it bugged him but he couldn't bare to go back to the way things were at the beginning. At least she had began to smile at him. 

So Moody tried to give her simple little hints. Maybe he could subliminally trick her into wanting them as much as he wanted them, although that'd be very difficult. He'd mention reading something about children, learning something abt children in class, seeing children, asking her friends to bring it up, anything he could. He would even try whispering his daydream into her ear when he was sure she was asleep, in hopes to make her dream of having them. 

Of course his efforts worked somewhat but not in any way he intended or could notice. Y/N had of course began thinking of the idea, but in a more adversed way. 

She didn't want children. She still didn't want the marriage she was apart of so why would she want children? 

But when Moody came to her with his new wish she knew the world, the gods, everything was working against her. 

"Y/N. I would like to have children." Her kneeled by her feet as she sat on the bed. "Not now, seeing as we are still in school, but I want to have them someday." He held her hands in her lap and layed his chin on her knee. 

"Moody." Y/N sighed, trying to sound stern. "I don't want children." 

"Please!" He whined. "Just think about it!" He squeezed her hands gently. "Theres still a year and a half until we move home again and you can never speak for what the future holds." He kissed her knuckles than looked up into her eyes. "I promise you won't have to lift a finger and I will take care of everything! I love you Y/N! Just.. please." 

Y/N, becoming weak to Moodys wants and begging, nodded her head. 

"I suppose I can think it over, Moody." She said. 

Moody jumped up in joy. He thought it'd take all year, probably more to convince her but it was so much easier. He felt as light as air. It wasn't a yes, but it was not a no. 

Y/N on the other hand felt sick. After all these years Moody still hadn't given up on the marriage. Y/N had to start giving in eventually. She knew he wasn't going to give up in winning her over. Perhaps it was best to just give in at this point. Perhaps she could become happy in this state, in this life; as his wife. 

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Sick

Yandere Rory Keaner x Sick Reader

"BRO THIS IS TOO GOOD if it’s cool with you what if human reader were to get sick how would he react then" - @criberrie

I only write sfw, feel free to send requests!!, Kinda short, breaking in?, more yandere if you squint idk, not proof read, thank you for the suggestion!!

Rory slowly stepped into the window of her bedroom, carrying an overwhelming amount of medicine boxes, muscle patches, smelling salts, tea bags, and other remedies for sicknesses. He kept dropping them as he approached her bed. 

When he reached your bed he dropped the mountain of stuff in his arms onto the foot of the bed, where her feet weren't. 

This was so silly to him. If she would just let him bite her then she would never have to suffer like this again. They could spend eternity in perfect health and together. All he wanted was to protect her from things like this. 

She shifted in her sleep, turning to face him. Rory felt his heart twinge. He kneeled down and rested his chin on the bed, staring at her as her brows furrowed and sweat dripped down her forehead. 

"Y/N," he sighed, "I love you." He brushed the hair out of her face gently, then dabbed the sweat away with his sleeve. 

Rory knew she wouldn't be awake for a few more hours so he spent the time he had left prepping her medicine and making sure she was okay. 

After a while she seemed to look better and started to stir awake. Rory knew she'd freak if she knew he snuck in again so he made sure to leave before she could open her eyes. 

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I’m just curious, could we request part twos for your posts? Thank you!

Of course!! Just try and be descriptive with what you think it should be about(you don't have to but it helps me a lot !!) :) Thank you for asking!

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AHHH OH MY GOSH!!! i absolutely LOVED “lovely”!!! it was so good!! and i’m glad you did that because i genuinely meant s3 era but somehow said s2 😭 the characterization was so good and i love how you portrayed reader and moody’s characters, and i like the part after mrs lynde too, so don’t worry :) thank you so much! 💖

AUGH SORRY I DIDNT RESPOND SOONER!! Thank you :) I'm glad you liked it!! And thank you for the ask!!