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call-sign-shark · 9 months

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Hey Bunny || Yandere!Arthur Shelby x Reader

Summary: At the bottom of madness and drug addiction, Arthur falls into a spiral of obsession with you after you reject him. But it's okay if you don't want him, he'll have his way with you anyway -- inspired by the song Saccharine by Jazmin Bean and Bunny from Baby Bugs. - MASTERLIST

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TW: Drugs use, unreliable narrator, unrequited love, graphic depictions of violence, blood, allusions to non-consensual sex, stalking, depiction of obsessive behavior, horror, psychological manipulation — this is dark, experimental, and out of character.

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▸ Arthur's darling is nicknamed "Bunny" + Hints of physical descriptions

PART 2

It all started one rainy night of Birmingham’s bleak winter. You had entered the Garrison right before Arthur closed its doors, soaked to the bones and shivering to the core. In truth, you had barely stepped out of the university’s library when you got caught in the rain. At first, you thought you could make it home without trouble but what was supposed to be a few drops soon turned into floods of rain pouring down on you. Here you stood in the empty bar, your back against the closed door, panting as if you had just run for your life. Arthur looked at you with a confused gleam in his steel blue eyes, unable to tell if you were real or the most magnificent illusion the whiskey — or the drug — had ever created. You quickly apologized for bothering him so late and then told him you needed to call your mother to ask her to pick you up.

All he had been able to do was grunt, all flustered, and then pointed the room in which the phone was with his finger. Taken aback by your otherworldly beauty, Arthur could not stop looking at you from behind the bar while you’re talking to your mom through the phone. At first, you were so relieved by the sound of your mother's voice that you just smiled. But as time passed, you started to feel slightly uneasy, until you noticed it: the heavy weight of Arthur’s eyes staring at you. From the moment you met to the one you left the Garrison, he had not shifted his eyes from you one tiniest second. The way you moved, the traits of your doll face, your frail silhouette, how your thin fingers closed around the phone’s metallic body, and how your lips opened then closed as you spoke… He was obsessed with you. Obsessed with everything you did, everything you were.

When you hung up the phone, you closed your eyes for a few seconds, and tried to soothe the unpleasant feeling that was creeping under your skin.

“Can I —"

The bartender's gravel voice made you jump. In one swift movement, you turned around and looked at him with a bit of fear shining in your beautiful hazel eyes. Arthur's lips stretched in a faint smile as a reply to your little fright.

"Erm, do ye want a drink or something? I mean, ye don't have to go right away.” He stated, showing you the empty glass he had in his hand. The thing was, you weren't in the mood to drink with a stranger, trapped in a bar in the middle of the night. Not that you didn't trust people in general, but you didn't trust the Peaky Blinders; and that guy, that tall and lanky bartender with his perfect suit and perfectly trimmed mustache, was one of them. Worst, he was a Shelby. And your mother always told you to avoid these Shelby men like the plague.

“That’s very nice, Mr. Shelby," You started, carefully choosing the next words that were going to come out of your slightly quivering lips, "But I must decline your invitation. I must have caught something in the rain because I am not feeling well and drinking alcohol would certainly worsen my headache.” You said with the most polite smile you could do, afraid to offend him for you've heard of his violent nature.

"Ah, alright Bunny," He replied with a little chuckle, trying his best to be affable despite his reputation and the line of snow he had just snorted before your arrival, "That's going to be a glass of water for ye, eh."

"Bunny?"

"Yer notebook. You've drawn a bunny on the cover."

"Oh." You exclaimed, glancing quickly at the wet notebook that was sticking out of your bag, "Yes I did," You slowly exhaled through your nostrils, "Okay for the glass of water. Thank you so much."

And that was all that happened this evening. You sat on one of the bar's stools, sipped on your glass of water, and waited impatiently for your mother to come. Arthur and you exchanged a few words though. He even put his long dark coat on your shoulders to keep you warm. Surprised by such a nice gesture, you blessed him a genuine smile. Little you knew that it was more because he was distracted by the way your wet dress stuck to your body and highlighted the round shape of your perky nipples than anything else.

It was at the moment he was about to ask you out for dinner that a car stopped in front of the Garrison. You gave his coat back and, with one last thank you, you left the pub without turning back.

"See ye soon, little Bunny." He simply whispered in the empty bar, still standing in front of the door a few minutes after your departure.

The next day he looked for any information he could collect about you. And God knew how he managed to learn so much but he ultimately found both your address and the one of the school you were attending.

From then, you started to receive huge and magnificent bouquets of flowers every week.

He waited for you in front of your university, his tall and slim silhouette leaning against a wall as he gulped down a mouthful of whiskey from his flask. Even if he had learned the major you were studying, he did not manage to find out your precise schedule. Hence, he decided to wait patiently for you to come out of the building. When his steel-blue eyes caught sight of you exiting the university with one of your friends, a sparkle of excitement shone in his iris. He walked to you, his long coat floating behind him as he did. Your facial expression turned into a surprised one when you saw him.

"Hey, Bunny."

"Mr. Shelby? What are you doing here?" You questioned, skipping the polite greetings. You took a quick glance at your friend, whose face had contorted into a frightened expression at Arthur's presence. Of course she also knew who the Peaky Blinders were.

"Just wanted to check if ye were doin' better."

"I'm fine. Thanks." You straight off replied

"Listen I-- I should go. See you tomorrow Y/N." She quickly said, walking away, thus leaving you alone with Arthur Shelby -- to his greatest pleasure.

A little shaky sigh escaped from your lips as your eyes fell back on Arthur. This time, you noticed details you did not before: his hands were shaking, his movements were slightly erratic, and his pupils were dilated. For sure, he was completely high.

"I was wondering," His hoarse voice broke the silence, "Can I take ye out for dinner? I know a great restaurant." He finally said, and his words had the immediate effect to make you blush. Was Peaky Blinders really asking you out? You blinked several times, making sure you were not having some kind of weird hallucination before your lips parted.

"I really appreciate it, Mr. Shelby --"

"Arthur." He corrected, his heart pounding in his tight chest as he waited for your reply.

"Yeah, thank you for your invitation, Arthur. But I have a boyfriend." You said out of the blue. His smile broke in thousands of sharp bits, "And he's waiting for me so... " You did not finish your sentence. Instead, you simply gifts him an apologetic smile and turned around to walk away. But all of sudden, his large hand grabbed you fiercely, which caused a little yelp to fall your lips.

"Got a man, hm?" His gravel voice repeated, a bit more threateningly. You started to regret your stupid lie the moment you felt his fingers tightening around you until your wrist felt sore and your skin bruised, "Fook him and just say yes. I'll make you spend a fookin' great evening." He said through gritted teeth.

"S-Stop that! You're hurting me!" You rebelled. Panic kicked so violently that you could not help but claw the skin of his hand with your nails. In despair, you looked around you but no one was there. The only people who met your gaze simply walked away: no one wanted to have beef with Arthur Shelby. Blood stuck under your nails as you scratched his skin, but the pain did not seem to have any effect upon him, his nerves numbed by cocaine. Yet, it was enough for him to release you from his menacing grip. Arthur stepped back and his mood switched again. Now, he was rubbing the back of his neck, embarrassed at the sight of your frighted eyes.

"Eh, sorry. I don't mean to scare but yer just so cute."

You looked at him, confused and scared. What the hell was he talking about? How were these two things correlated? And how did he find the university in which you were studying? All of these questions bumped into each other in your mind. "Listen, I should go. My boyfriend's waiting." You concluded and left, not wanting to stay with Arthur for another minute. All you wanted was to flee from his stressful presence.

"Oi!" He called you as you were straying away from him, "Did ye like the flowers?!"

Your heart missed a beat at the sudden realization: he was the one who sent them. Shivering with fear, you hastened your walk. Arthur took another sip of whisky, looking at the way your body was swaying at each of your steps. Every move you make, you were fucking sweeter than a cake. Like, he didn't know how you did that but you were literally making him go bonkers.

To the extent that he began following you in the streets the days that followed your rejection. His shadow was always lurking somewhere behind you, or in the darkest corner of a place. What started as a harmless crush turned into something that was terrorizing you on daily basis. Soon, you could not go one with your life without becoming paranoiac. Because you knew he was there. Every time, everywhere. Even when you could not see him. You could feel his petrifying presence following you outside...

But you didn't understand. You were getting him wrong. You were far too sweet for a damned city like Small Heath, so he had to make sure you were safe. And how could you be safe if he was not there to take care of you?

A feverish sigh escaped from his lips as the stars of pleasure that danced under his eyelids started to disappear. Arthur's backed up with a growl and extended one of his arms to grab his trousers and his shirt from the other side of the couch. He quickly put some clothes back on and slapped a banknote on the nightstand.

"Get the fook' out of here." He growled, slipping a cigarette between his lips. Still panting, sweat made the freckled skin of his bare chest glisten under the lights. With one trembling hand, he slicked his hair back while the prostitute he had just paid left the room half-naked, gathering all her remaining strength to leave the house as fast as she could. Arthur let out a cloud of smoke from his mouth and pinched the bridge of his nose as if he wanted to stop his dawning headache.

You know, he did it only because that whore looked a bit like you when he fucked her from behind like with the delicacy of an animal in heat. Yeah, she looked definitely a bit like you when he had wrapped her long ginger hair around his fist and pulled it while exploring the deepest parts of her.

But he made himself the promise to stop all this kind of shit and be a good husband when you would embrace his love. Because you would. You just needed a bit of time to realize it.

But first, he had to wipe the other bitches out, so it was only you and him.

One night he really fucked up though, but you had provoked him by talking to that young and handsome man. He was called Gaspard, and he was probably the boyfriend you had been talking about. Arthur had tried to keep his calm, but when his saw the way you laughed at his jokes and hugged his arm against your breasts it made his self-control slip. He could not let him ruin his chances and take you away from him — especially because Gaspard was far more attractive and younger than him, with his charming smirk, his perfect dumb-looking haircut, and his cunning grey eyes.

Arthur had waited for the night to come and, when the unfortunate young man crossed his path, he grabbed him and pulled him into a dark alley. He could not remember what happened in detail for his rage took possession of him, but he did recall the burning feeling of anger that boiled within. He had slashed his face with a razor blade before beating him to death. He went home right after, drinking and drugging himself until he passed out on the floor.

He might have reacted a bit too much but he needed to be the only one for you. He was pretty sure you'd understand.

Sometimes the love and inextinguishable desire he felt for you was so overwhelming that he ended up not knowing if he wanted to hug you tight or fuck you against a wall until you cried his name and beg for him to stop. Then he would hate both himself and the drugs for the wicked thought of ruining you that had crossed his mind. How could you make him feel like he did? Sometimes this shit was scaring him. He grew afraid of the power you had upon him, leading him to pull his own hair and scream with frustration, rolled in a ball on the floor of his living room. He could not get you out of his fucking head and it messed with his already eroded sanity.

But you were sweet. So sweet he was convinced his teeth would hurt from your saccharine taste the day his lips would kiss yours and his tongue would lick the love juice from your innocent little pussy.

What he'd do to have you sitting here next to him... From massacring the men who dare to be interested in you, to sabotaging your mother’s car the day you were supposed to leave Birmingham for a few months because you were genuinely traumatized by him, especially after Gaspard's gruesome death. But Arthur would rather die than live one day without seeing your face, even though it sometimes made him want to gouge out his eyes, for your cuteness submerged his senses each time he would look at you.

But he wanted some more.

So he knocked at your door one night when you were all alone in your house. In truth, he had carefully spied on your mother's phone calls, and he knew she was going to spend the night at your grandparent's home.

When you opened the door, you backed up in fear and looked at him with tears streaming down your face, your body reacting viscerally to him for he had haunted your life for months. He was here, towering you with all his height, holding an empty bottle of whisky in one hand, and ropes in the other. A whimper of fear escaped from your lips as he pushed you inside and closed the door behind him, forcing you to welcome him in your own house. Your heart drummed to the cacophony of your anxiety because his body crashed against yours when he pulled you in a forced hug, his nose brushing your cheek and his whiskey breath fanning over your skin as scorching as a dragon’s.

“Arthur, please” You sobbed.

“That's okay Bunny. I'm not gonna hurt you eh.” He let the ropes fall on the ground, as well as the empty bottle that crashed against the wooden floor and broke into pieces in a noise so sharp that you almost flinched.

"Please, you need to stop that!" You begged, but he wasn't listening. Quite the contrary, one of his gloved hands pinned yours above your head, while the other went up your skirt to grab your ass.

“Ye know, I think 'bout ye every day at least a hundred times or more.” He grunted, squeezing your butt cheek. The feeling of the leather against your naked skin made your eyes flee from his, ashamed.

"Let me go, please, let me go!" You tried to fight, but you couldn't move anymore. He was trapping you between his body and the wall. All you managed to do was exhaust yourself: the more your fought, the more you felt strangely weak. Arthur swallowed the lump in his throat, your words breaking down his core. They were spinning within, intoxicating him as you stopped struggling in his grip and finally let his hands conquer your body, defeated.

"Hey relax Bunny, I ain’t gonna fuck you if that's what yer afraid of. You ain't no whore eh, I wanna spoil you and treat you like the princess you are before we make love, eh." He whispered in your ear before leaving small bites along your neck, his mustache scratching your skin and his body lingering for more. A smile flattered his liquored lips for he could feel your heartbeat, right under your small breasts that were crushed against his chest. "I'll make ye fookin' happy. And when you will understand that you love me, you’ll spread your legs for me yourself. Like a big girl.”

"Arthur please, I don't... I don't feel well..." You suddenly said as you felt your head spin.

"I know, Bunny. Don't fight it."

Without understanding what was happening, your body collapsed and Arthur caught you in his arms, keeping you from falling on the floor.

"I'm here." He said with a soothing hoarse voice.

His soft smile was the last thing you saw before darkness fogged your brain. You closed your eyes, your body limp in Arthur's hands as you lose consciousness.

All of your little habits held no secrets for him. He knew your favorite place to go, your favorite type of clothes, and what you liked to read. He even knew that each night, you drank a glass of cold milk before going to bed. That was how he came up with the idea to drug the bottle the milkman brought you earlier.

You let out a little painful moan when you tried to open your eyes, the blinding light fueling the throbbing headache you suffered from since you woke up. Your mouth was as dry as a desert and your head as painful as if someone was smashing your skull constantly with a hammer. In truth, you didn't even remember what happened -- All you knew was that the masculine perfume you smell on the bedsheet and on your own skin wasn't familiar. Forcing yourself to keep your eyes open, you groaned and slowly looked around you, each movement demanding an indescribable effort for your body still felt heavy because of the drug.

This was not your bedroom.

That sole information was enough to send a surge of adrenaline in your brain, and you managed to sit on the edge of the bed, panicking despite the cotton-like haze that was still numbing your brain. You wanted to get off the bed and rushed to the door. You wanted to scream, to burst into anger, but you remained still, petrified in your own body. That was until you caught sigh of someone at the corner of your eyes.

"Ar-Arthur?" You called with a weak voice.

"Mornin' little Bunny." He replied, standing from his chair and putting his half-empty bottle of whisky on the nightstand next to you. Then, his slim body smoothly moved to the edge of the bed, on which he sat. You backed up a little bit in reflex.

"My head hurts..." You lamented, crystal tears beading at the corner of your honey-like eyes. Arthur replied to your complaint by gently pressing his large and warm hand on your forehead to alleviate the pain. Surprisingly enough, the sensation was pleasant.

"I know, love. You've drunk a bit too much and that guy wanted to take advantage of ye. So I intervened and brought ye here. Don’t worry, you're going to be fine.” He whispered, his words as soft as a feather's caress, "All ye need is a well-deserved rest, and when you'll wake up I'll be there and I'll take care of ye, eh." He states, gently forcing you to lie on the bed. Your body fell limp on the mattress and as it did, Arthur leaned over you. Some strands of his hair fell on each side of his face as he brought it closer to yours until his lips crashed against your cheek to lay a tender kiss on it. You squeezed your eyelids shut when the tip of his nose gently bumped against your skin. Somehow, it felt as good as confusing.

"Yeah, I'll take care of ye." He repeated, the gravel in his voice making your whole body shiver. Something was definitely wrong with this situation, you thought. Were you at a party yesterday? You could not remember. But you were confused, in pain, and tired. So tired you rolled on your side and snuggled against the only person that had been here for you: him.

“Well— thanks I guess,” You whispered before falling asleep a second time, unknowing of the fact you’ll never leave this house ever again.

Arthur smiled.

Somehow he knew it was wrong but it wasn't his fault. He just loved you a little too much.

Any comment, review, reblog, or constructive criticism is welcome. Your reactions really motivate me and keep me alive, so please don't be shy. English is not my first language.

tagging: @brummiereader because you told me you needed a Yandere!Arthur in your life, babe! also tagging @raincoffeeandfandoms because I don't remember if ya wanted to be tagged on all my works or just Heaven in Your Eyes??

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Tracklist:

Worldwide Torture • Saccharine • Yandere • Monster Truck • Princess Castle • War Zone Urchin • B4 The Flight • Super Slaughter • I'm a Slave 4 U • Hello Kitty • Little Lamb

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candy queen/winter king // yandere

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marvelmymarvel · 2 years

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I Just Like You

Ging Freecss x Reader

Synopsis: You would follow him to the ends of the earth, which is something he both hated and loved.

Song: Yandere (Slowed) by Jazmine Bean (Link: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=Ui71Pg69kyc&feature=share)

Pariston was starting to annoy him, but it seemed that he was annoying you even more. Ging chanced a glance down at you, eyes narrowing at how you curled up against his arm. A pout evident on your lips as you fought the urge to mock the blonde on the stage.

Ging didn't understand you... He hasn't done anything that screamed "Yes. I like you. Please follow me to the ends of the earth".... Yet here you are, clinging onto him like he was some sort of lifeline. It didn't annoy him anymore, he'd even begrudgingly admit that he found some comfort in your presence, something he'd never voice even if he was tortured.

But you never cared, the only thing you seemed to care about was being next to him. He tried to think back to when you met... Was it before or after he had Gon? You knew about the child, but you had never seen him... or did you?

Ging couldn't remember, that time in his life was a blur.

You snuggling your head deeper into his bicep snapped him out of his thoughts as he flicked his eyes back to Pariston. "I hate him so much" you grumbled out as the blonde pointed your way and exclaimed that you were the "only person who would willingly be close to Ging". It was an insult and it made your blood boil, something Ging was hyper aware of.

"Y/n" Ging muttered, it was your first warning and usually that was all you needed, but-

"Actually, I'm starting to think Ging paid her to stay around" Paristons words made Ging roll his eyes, he knew what he was trying to do. Everyone knew that you were protective of Ging, even though you didn't have to be. And based on Paristons face and your anger rising faster and faster, Ging realized that Paristons plan was working.

But he was incredibly stupid for going through with it.

"I mean come on. Who would actually find him attractive? I guess it makes sense, considering she's an odd duck just like him-"

You bolted up from your seat, but a hand grasped your wrist before you could get too far. The crowd erupted into laughter but you couldn't hear anything as the blood rushed through your ears. Tears blurred your vision from Paristons words about Ging and now about yourself. "Awww is the little baby upset?" Pariston cooed at the way your bottom lip trembled, and while Ging looked calm and collected, he too was growing quite angry over this. He didn't care what the blonde said about him, but he was stupid for bringing you into it.

"S-shut up!!" You screamed out as Ging pulled you back, forcing you to sit back down beside him. Pariston laughed, which caused all the others to laugh as well, thinking you two were playing around. The laughing had you shrinking into the seat, embarrassment flooding your veins as the tears fell freely. Ging side eyed you, the sight of your sadness angering him more.

But he stayed calm, knowing that his outburst would just cause more problems, however.... His hand landed on your knee, squeezing the area in the hopes that you'd calm down. You didn't though, if anything it made things worse. Ripping your knee from him, you turned your whole body to face the stage. Ging never told you that he wanted you around, but his silence right now was telling you that he didn't care. You didn't know why, but that stung more.

Ging sighed, he was perfectly content with not expressing his feelings about you to you but it would seem that, thanks to Pariston, he's going to have to. "Y/n" Gings whisper hit your ears and while you were still upset, you couldn't help but melt at the way he said your name. "Y/n..." he whispered again, firmer this time in the hopes that you'd snap out of it. His hand landed on your thigh, thumb caressing the skin softly, comfortingly.

"Y/n... You know I love you"

Your shoulders went rigid, breath catching in your throat as his words played through your mind over and over like a broken record. Ging was trying to read your body language as he couldn't see your face, but by the way your shoulders relaxed, he knew that he said the right thing.

Or so he thought.

Your head slowly turned to face him, a scowl on your lips as you put your anger on him. "If you loved me, you would have stood up for me like I did for you" they felt like daggers in his chest, but he couldn't deny the truth behind them... Except for the fact that he did in fact love you, he just didn't want to face it. Your persistence was admirable and your kindness contrasted with his bluntness. He didn't know he wanted you... Didn't know he needed you. And now that you were looking at him like he was the worst person on this planet made him want to shrivel up and die.

But he knew you, knew what you needed.

Pulling his hand away, he nodded at you in silent understanding. Putting you back together wasn't going to be easy. But with the way you made him feel, he had to try.

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The break was much needed, you thought as you made your way into the lobby. Getting away from Ging and Pariston... Really everyone was needed. Your sniffles caught some passerbys attention, and they sent a empathetic look your way. It would have made you feel better, but you instead wondered if they laughed with Pariston and didn't take in the fact that he was making fun of a real person... You. A sweet person who didn't ask for the hatred sent her way.

You reached the bathroom and went to open the door but a hand stopped it from opening. You turned to glare at the person and came face to face with Pariston. His smirk was wide and mischievous, as if he was planning something you couldn't predict. "Move" you stated, hand tugging on the door once more in the hopes that he'd move with it, but he only slammed it shut again, his smile never faltering. Your nose scrunched up in confusion and disgust, was he really trying to make you hate everything about him in one go??

"I just wanted to say that everything I said out there was true, all of it except for what I said about you... That was just to make you see that the asshole next to you doesn't care about you-"

"I swear to God I will throat punch you if you don't shut the fuck-"

"Your threats are empty. So I would suggest you shut your mouth and listen." Your mouth slammed shut as he snapped back. Your eyes wandered to the area behind him. The bathrooms were far enough away from the lobby that no one could see you and because the chatter was so loud, no one would be able to hear you either. Fingers gripped your chin, ripping you to a position where your eyes were locked with his. "Eyes up here" he cooed as his fingers dug deeper into your jaw.

Your breathing was shallow, mind racing as you tried to think of a way out of this. "I want him to drop out of this race" Pariston stated firmly, and your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Ging had no desire with being in this race, everyone knew that...

"You do know that Ging doesn't want to be the next leader right?" You muttered out hoping that maybe this information would loosen the grip he had on you, but it only got tighter. Ripping you up towards him, his lips ghosted over yours "I don't care what he feels, I want him gone". You automatically recoiled in disgust, the feeling of his lips brushing against yours causing nausea to erupt in your stomach. Even though you were mad at him, no one other than Ging, was allowed to put their lips on yours. "Can you let me go..." you whimpered out, your fingers digging into the wrist of the hand that was still angrily gripping you.

"I don't want to... I kind of like how powerful you make me feel"

Your blood ran cold at his statement, not liking the fact that your forced submission was giving him pleasure. "You're sick" you spat out. You tried to sound menacing, but based on his dark grin, you knew it was anything but that. His mouth opened again but he slammed it shut. If you weren't so scared, you would have felt the bloodlust that Pariston was feeling. "Pariston... I think you have something of mine...."

His voice floated through your hazy mind, but the words weren't registering like they should have. Pariston only rolled his eyes before letting you go. Not realizing that he was holding you up, you stumbled back, slamming into the wall beside the door. Your eyes locked with Gings and noticed that he was talking, you didn't know who he was talking to or what he was talking about. The only thing on your mind was just how scared you were.

Pariston was mean sure, but he had never done anything like this. This felt evil. "She's very submissive when you got a firm grip on her huh?" Paristons words snapped you out of your daze and you finally felt Gings bloodlust in full. It was angry, angrier than you've ever felt come from him before. It was as if Pariston had found the magic words to anger Ging, and by the looks of it, they worked.

"Touch her again and I will kill you"

Pariston laughed loudly, he himself didn't know if he was laughing at the fact that Ging himself was in love yet didn't know it, or if he was laughing at the pathetic threat itself. "Fine. Fine. I'll leave her alone... Was just having fun" lies. They were all lies, and Ging knew it. Pariston was one of the reasons why Ging kept you away as much as possible. The man was always drawn to you for some reason and Ging didn't like that.

Pariston turned to face you, hand going to your chin to cup it again in his fingers. He ignored the way you flinched away and instead gripped onto you to keep you still. "It was a pleasure playing with you" he purred before placing his lips softly on yours. You froze, hands shaking as you tried to fight off the panic. It ended as fast as it came, but it still left you breathless and not in the good way. Pariston let you go and walked back towards the lobby, slamming his shoulder into Gings on the way out. Ging didn't even flinch, his eyes only glued to you as he took in your fear.

He'd kill that guy one day, he'd do it in your name. But for now - "Y/n" Ging called out as he moved his way towards your shaking body. "I'm sorry. I. I couldn't fight him off I just froze, but I... I didn't want that!!! I promise you I didn't-"

Ging yanked you into his embrace, silencing you as he shoved your face into his neck. The tears you were fighting off bursted from you the second he wrapped his arm around your waist, grounding you to him. The hand on your hair massaged your scalp as he cooed reassuring words into your ear. The fear oozing from you made him panic. It was then that he realized just how frightened he was of losing you. He didn't think Pariston would have killed you... No... Death wouldn't scare him this much. He was instead worried that Pariston would scare you away.

The mere thought of you being alive and not by his side was what scared him.

"Please stay with me" Ging whispered, hands clutching onto you as if you were going to float away from him and never come back. "I'll keep you safe, just please stay" the words made him sound vulnerable and even made him feel icky. The way you made him feel was foreign, which somehow overshadowed his pride. He decided then, as you curled into him that this is what you needed. You needed affirmation, promises, and love. Things he never thought he'd give anyone.

But you were different. Always have been, always will be.

"Do you actually love me?" Your whisper was airy, and if Ging wasn't so heavily focused on you he would have missed it but it hit him full force. Did he love you? Was this love? He pondered on it... Watching Pariston berate you and physically assault you caused Gings stomach to churn and he couldn't control his anger. He's never felt that way about anyone, not even himself. But then he realized something.

When someone berates him or tries to hurt him, you get angry. So angry in fact that you would do anything to make them stop. When he asked you why you did that, you always told him that you loved him. Loved him of all people.

He let out a sigh, preparing himself for what he was about to say, knowing that once it was muttered there was no more hiding it. There was no more cat and mouse, no more tears, no more secrets, nothing. But the thought of that didn't scare him as much as the thought of losing you. So.

"Yes... It would seem that I do indeed love you..."

A smile graced your lips as you cuddled in closer to his neck. You could feel the skin grow warm and knew instantly that he was blushing. "Knew it" your teasing tone caused him to jolt back in embarrassment, but you held onto him tightly cooing up at him that you were never going to let him go now that he's admitted it. And while at one time that would have annoyed him, he couldn't help but notice the way his heart raced at your promise of never leaving.

Maybe love wasn't a bad thing.

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echantedtoon · 2 months

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Fae x John Doe Playlist UPDATED

An updated playlist for my Cannon x OC ship from my story (John) Doe Eyed. This is just for fun and nothing official. Warning: A lot of these songs contain yandere/dark themes, suggestive content, etc.

Waifu by S3RL and Alaguan ft Lexi

You Are Mine by S3RL ft Kayliana

SugarCrash! 2 (Notice Me Senpai) by Bemax

Smoke and Mirrors by Little Jayney Cakes

An Unhealthy Obsession by Zashiina

Mx. Sinister by I DON'T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Stalker's Tango by Autoheart

Never Ever Getting Rid Of Me from The Waitress Musical

All I Want Is You by Rebzyyx

Yandere by Jazmin Bean

Kawaii by Tartarka

Aishite, Aishite, Aishite (English Cover) by Will Stetson

Aishite, Aishite, Aishite Nightcore Cover

Suki Suki Daisuki by Jun Togawa

I Wanna Be Your Slave by Maneskin

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

Enchanted by Taylor Swift

Clarity by Zedd ft Foxes

Strangers by Scratch21 ft EileMonty

Monster by Topic

Im In Love With A Monster by Fifth Harmony

Wonderland by Taylor Swift

Problem (The Monster Remix) by Becky G ft Will.i.am

Pretty Little Psycho by Porcelain Black

Super Psycho Love by Simon Curtis Nightcore Cover

Candy by S3RL Nightcore Cover

If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin

Far Longer Than Forever from The Swan Princess

Once Upon A Dream by Lana del Rey

Sweet But Psycho by Ava Max

I Want To Smoke You Like A Cigarette by m1v

Meant To Be Yours from the Heathers Musical

Notice Me Senpai by Ihascupcake

Hands Up by 6arelyhunan emo edit

Merry Melodies We Are In Love

Do I Creep You Out by Weird Al

She's Crazy But She's Mine by Alex Sparrow

Love Taste by Moe Shop ft Jaime Paige and Shiki

Im So Crazy For You by Rebzyyx

With You Forever by Rebzyyx

Obsessed by Mariah Carey

Kiss Me by Vampyx

SugsrCrash by ElyOtto

Leave Me Alone by Alexander Rybak

Fairytale by Alexander Rybak

I Want U 4ever by Rebzyyx

Senpai by Shiki

#John Doe Eyed #john doe visual novel #john doe horror game #john doe x you #john doe game #john doe

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bootyshaker900o · 1 year

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“Playlists of my unhealthy obsessions/Simping”

These men have caused such a brain rot- that like they are my whole personality. I made a little playlist of songs for them

Dave/William Afton (🧍‍♂️ I have problems)

Jocelyn Flores - XXXTENTACION

Can You Feel My Heart - Bring Me the Horizon

Yandere - Jazmin Bean

Sex, Drugs, Etc. - Beach Weather

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

Play Date - Melanie Martinez

Perverted - Elita

The Neden Game - ICP

Stalker’s Tango - Autoheart

Say My Name - Alex Brightman

Imma Kill You - ICP

Blow My Brains Out - Tikkle Me

CHOKE - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Ryn, Rabinit Run - Flanagan and Allen

Boogie Woogie Wu - ICP

Donnie

Dirty Harry - Gorillaz

Me and Your Mama - Childish Gambino

Hell of a Ride - Bo Burnham

Family Jewels - Marina and the Diamonds

I’m still standing - Elton John

Puppet Boy - DEVO

Afraid - The Neighborhood

Reflections - The Neighborhood

Fluorescent Adolescent - Arctic Monkeys

One day - Lovejoy

The Ending - Hobo Johnson

Trouble - Hazel Bloom

Teen Romance - Lil Peep

Alien Blues - Vundabar

Team - Mag.Lo

Bad - Michael Jackson

Orphan Tears - Your Favorite Martian

Draxum

Problems - Mother Mother

Zydrate Anatomy - Paris Hilton

Toxic - Britney Spears

Liquid Smooth - Mitski

W.D.Y.W.F.M? - The Neighborhood

Trom Cat - Tyler, the Creator

E.T. - Katy Perry, Kanye West

Molly - MSI

Enemy - Imagine Dragons, JID

Never Satisfied - CORPSE

Desire - Meg Myers

Venom - Little Simz

Daddy AF - Slayyter (don’t ask)

Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Such A Whore - JVLA

Six Forty Seven - Instupendo

Silco

Daddy issues - The Neighborhood

Genius- Sia, Diplo, Labrinth, LSD

Same Old Love - Selena Gomez

Guys My Age - HEY VIOLET

Life of the Party - The Weeknd

High Enough - K.Flay

Government Hooker - Lady Gaga

Why don’t U - Father, ABRA

New Americana - Halsey

Do You Even? - Jorge Aguilar II

Sugar Daddy - Qveen Herby

Royals - Lorde

I Feel Like I’m Drowning - Two Feet

New Person, Same Mistakes - Tame Impala

Cold - Maroon 5

Come As You Are - Nirvana

Fantasy - Bazzi

Raph (my sweet baby boy 😭)

Dark Red - Steve Lacy

Somebody To Love - Queen

Careless Whispers - George Michaels

Her - Tyler, The Creator

Are We Still Friends? - Tyler, The Creator

Trumpets - Jason Derulo

Hold On, We’re Going Home - Drake

Rodeo - Lil Nas X

Ms. Jackson - Outkast

EARFQUAKE - Tyler, The Creator

Mine - Bazzi

Die for You - The Weeknd

Love on the Brain - Rihana

Crazy In Love - Beyoncé, JAY-Z

Lucifer

Gooey - Glass Animals

Love Me Dead - Ludo

The Distance - CAKE

Like A Stone - Audioslave

Luxurious- Gwen Stafani

Applause - Lady Gaga

Please Me - Cardi B, Bruno Mars

Take Me Out - Franz Ferdinand

Alejandro - Lady Gaga

Love Is a Bitch - Two Feet

Aint no Rest for The Wicked - Cage the Elephant

Animal - Sir Chloe

Mr. Saxobeat - Alexandra Stan

Judas - Lady Gaga

Livin La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin

White Flag - Bishop Briggs

River - Bishop Briggs

Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke

Sway - Michael Bublé

Juicy

Monster Energy Gun - KevinKempt

Chop Chop Slide - ICP

Get Low - Lil Jon

Crazy - Gnarls Barkley

Star Shopping - Lil Peep

Never There - CAKE

Shake That - Eminem, Nate Dogg

Everywhere I Go - Hollywood Undead

Revenge - XXXTENTACION

POLTERGEIST! - CORPSE

My Mom - Eminem

Asshole - hooligan chase

Under the Influence - Eminem, D12

Shots - LMFAO

Him and I - G-Eazy, Halsey

The Hills - The Weeknd

my boy - Billie Eilish

Leo

Ain’t Shit - Dojo Cat

Feel Like God - Gazy

Nightmare - Halsey

Good-Old Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Mujeriego - Ryan Castro

Sweet Dreams - Eurythmics, Annie Lennox

Let’s Groove - Earth, Wind, and Fire

Pizzazz - Akintoye

Slumber Party - Ashnikko

INDUSTRY BABY - Lil Nas X

Milkshake - BBY KODIE

Bad - Michael Jackson

Pony - Ginuwine

Death of a Bachelor - Panic! At the Disco

Blah Blah Blah - The Oozes

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic

Joker (Joaquin & Heath’s) (don’t ask- please dont)

Purple Lamborghini- Skrillex, Rick Ross

Fame - David Bowie

Wolf is Sheep’s Clothing - Set It Off

To Catch a Predator- ICP

Back in Black - AC/DC

Tentative - System of a Down

Rainbows and Stuff - ICP

Hokus Pokus - ICP

Murder Go Round - ICP

The Juggla - ICP

HAHA - Lil Darkie

Broken - Lund

I Hate Everything About You - Three Days Grace

Criminal - Britney Spears

Cradles - Sub Urban

Loki

Mind Games - Sickick

I’m A Slave 4 U - Britney Spears

Who is She? - I Monster

A Pearl - Mitski

Cigarettes Out the Window - TV Girl

Redbone - Childish Gambino

All for Us - Labrinth, Zendaya

Sucker For Pain - Lil Wayne, Imagine Dragons

My Ordinary Life - The Living Tombstone

Bubblegum Bitch - MARINA

I Write Sins Not Tragedies - Panic! At the Disco

Partition - Beyoncé

Suit and Tie - Justing Timberlake

Jealous - Eyedress

Yellow - Coldplay

My Oh My - Camila Cabello

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