#tsundere yanderes are a different kind of awful

[ceruark]

general yandere headcanons - ratio, boothill, aventurine, sunday

notes: gn! reader. yandere! ratio, boothill, aventurine, sunday [separate] cw: general yandere themes - obsessive & possessive behavior, stalking, abduction, manipulation, blackmail, brainwashing words: 2250 a/n: one of these is longer than the others. can you tell i have a favorite?

VERITAS believes genius comes in many forms, and you exhibit some traits that could qualify you as being one. Whether or not you're a scholar, your ability to listen intently, ponder things deeply, and uphold meaningful conversation captured his attention and landed you in his favor. He thinks highly of you, and finds himself eagerly awaiting the next time he can poke your brain about some complex topic you feel like you aren’t equipped to comment on, but do so anyway at his insistence.

His obsession with you isn't apparent at first, not even to him. He tells himself it's simply in a scholar's nature to learn more about the things that intrigue them, and you're not special just because he seeks out information on you wherever he can. His research ends up paying off when he finds out that you desire more than the quaint life you've made for yourself, and he personally extends you an invitation to Veritas Prime.

When you accept, he insists that you attend as many of his lectures as humanly possible. Even if it doesn't align with what you're studying, he convinces you to show up anyway, fabricating some argument for how it will be useful for you in the future. Normally he'd be irritated with himself for giving a lackluster lecture, but he can hardly blame himself for being distracted when he has your undivided attention for hours on end. He's addicted to it, the way your eyes lock with his, the way you hang on to every word leaving his mouth.

Not that any of this is obvious to you. No, from your perspective, he's harsh and critical, always undermining your intelligence by insisting you need additional lectures and overseeing your studies himself. Obviously, he doesn't put much faith in your competency and thinks you'll fail unless you're being handheld the entire way. He may not outright insult you the way he does with others, but his "special treatment" is enough to make you feel insecure in your own abilities.

And that insecurity is a weak point he unapologetically exploits. When he feels like he hasn't seen enough of you lately, all it takes is a few bad marks from him to have you at his side, seeking out guidance and ways to improve. The worst is when he catches you spending too much time (which is any time at all) with those insignificant simpletons you call your friends. Clearly, you have too much time on your hands. Certainly you can assist him with his latest project, no? Well, if you'd rather slack off and lose all the progress you've made so far, that's fine, too.

You'll never know what his true intentions are until he's already involved in or controlling every aspect of your life, and at that point, you can't risk upsetting him. Your future success is contingent on how content you can keep him, and in this new phase of your relationship, you hardly know how to do that.

Better get to researching.

Threat Level: 3/5 Pet Names: darling, dear/dearest

BOOTHILL loves to make you laugh— it's the thing that drew him to you. He'll do anything to keep your attention on him, not caring how much of a fool he looks so long as you keep those gorgeous eyes on him. But beneath all the flirtation and humor is a deep desperation; he can't lose you, not after everything he's already lost. He stays on your home planet for as long as he can, but he has things to take care of, so he can't stick around forever.

To be fair, he tries. He makes the first few trips alone, leaving you behind to live your life— and every minute is agony. He doesn't know what you're doing, who you're with, or if you're safe. He's glued to his phone, constantly checking the news to make sure no tragedy has struck your home planet or the cozy town you reside in. Every night he wakes up from a nightmare, the sounds of bombs ringing in his ears and the illusion of your corpse still hovering before his eyes.

The next time he visits you, he takes you. You're coming with him— you don't have a choice. He can't live without you by his side, but he can't stay in one place, either. You can fight him all you want, but he's relentless, and his fear builds up into a frustration that causes him to be a little harsh. You're weak, vulnerable, and you can't be expected to protect yourself, so he has to. When he calms down, he tries to convince you that it won't be so bad. You'll get to travel the endless galaxy with the man you'd been so taken with just a few days ago. What more could you ask for?

Trying to escape him is futile. He's probably the easiest one on this list to get away from, but don't let that get to your head: he'll be hot on your trail, so you better hope those few days away from him are worth it in the end.

But with time you'll learn there is some truth to his words; if you don't try to leave him and keep him happy, then maybe you can trick yourself into believing that this is a life you chose for yourself.

Threat Level: 3.5/5 Pet Names: beau, gorgeous, sugar

AVENTURINE is like a moth to a flame, and your capacity for intimacy is the match. You're the first person in recent memory who treats him as a person, not as a commodity or a body, a wallet or another cog in the machine. Your first interaction was fleeting, but it replays in his mind every time he closes his eyes.

He watches you for some time, learning you inside and out— partially to satisfy his desire to know more about you, but mostly for leverage. He memorizes your schedule and interests, and subpoenas documents to learn more sensitive information, such as your medical history and anything pertaining to your family. He remembers everyone you interact with, making note of who's on the sidelines and who's part of your inner circle. He sees the way you openly bare your heart to them, keeping them comforted by its warmth, and he wants it all for himself. Hasn't he been denied something so pure for long enough?

He's charming in the beginning, using one of his many masks to slither his way into your mind and heart. He showers you with compliments and gifts, leaving you flustered after every single meeting. He knows exactly what you like, so it's easy to keep you fixated on him.

When you two finally make things official, he lures you into the palm of his hand. Your rent unexpectedly went up? No worries, he can start covering that for you— it's no trouble for him, really. Someone important to you had an unexpected health issue and can't cover the bill? He's got it, anything to cause you less stress. Is he sure it's okay? Of course it is. He only wants to see you happy.

When your friends start dropping like flies and even your family starts to distance themselves for you, he's by your side through the turmoil. Fate has been so cruel to the both of you, hasn't it? It's okay, he's here for you. He's not going anywhere.

By the time you catch on to his manipulation and realize he's behind your isolation from your friends and family, it's too late. You're too dependent on him, and he knows everything about you and anyone still sticking by you. Do you dare bite the hand that feeds you? Will you try to escape? Can you afford to pay the price if it all goes wrong?

What will you wager to get yourself back in his good graces?

It’s unwise to try your luck against his. Play along, and perhaps he'll show you the face that you fell for.

Threat Level: 4/5 Pet Names: babe, doll, sweetheart

SUNDAY takes notice of you because of your carefree nature. Being so trapped in his own head about the fate of Penacony and humanity as a whole, he's captivated by the way you seem unconcerned with matters larger than yourself. While you do plan for the future and have aspirations of your own, you still manage to live in the moment and take things one day at a time, possessing a liveliness he's never quite seen before, never been allowed to have himself.

He knows about you long before you ever meet him. Nightingales line every path you walk, sticking to the shadows and noting everything about you: the places you frequent, the food you like, the type of clothes you buy, your colleagues, your route home, and the little habits you have that he finds so endearing.

When he finally appears before you, you're starstruck— how could you not be? The head of the Oak Family is seated beside you at Dreamjolt Holstery, making small talk about your day and your life and your interests when he could be speaking to any of the other high-profile guests at the bar. You're flustered from the honor of having his undivided attention, and the butterflies in your stomach only worsen when he asks if it would be possible to keep in contact with you. Of course, you give him your number, and your impromptu meeting turns into another, and from there, into more.

He's so earnest in his adoration for you that you never notice how off-putting it is that he seems to already know what you like. Surely it's just a coincidence that he takes you out to all your favorite places and gifts you things that you'd been spending months saving up to buy yourself. It's nothing more than fate that you seem to bump into him at the oddest of times, on your way back home from a night out on the town, or during the day while you're heading out to meet with one of your friends.

It's only when you agree to a relationship that you start to get concerned. Describing his behavior as "clingy" would be putting it lightly; he tries to have you by his side in any way he can, talking you into attending a party with him or asking you to sit in his office at his side while he gets through paperwork. When you go anywhere without him, he's ordering a member of the Bloodhound Family to accompany you. He seems so distressed at the mere thought of you not being by his side, nevermind the thought of you being out in public by yourself— it's not healthy for either of you. Before you can even think to voice your concerns to him, he's wrapping his arms around you and reminding you that he just worries about you. The Family has many enemies, and they would be willing to use you to get to him. He just wants to make sure you're safe.

When Robin goes missing, things take a turn for the worse. He moves you into Dewlight Pavilion, and you don't get a say in the matter. If he's home, you're by his side at all times. Anything you have to tend to at this point can be done from within the comfort of the estate, and in his presence. Even if he's not there, he might as well be; the nightingales and their pervasive gaze are out in the open now, watching as you aimlessly wander the pavilion, getting lost in the maze and growing a little more desperate each time you explore your new home. You move through the mansion with an urgency, like you're searching for something.

Like you're trying to leave.

When Sunday's suffocating protection inevitably gets to you and you try to confront him, he gives you one more chance to see things his way on your own. It's a miscalculation on his end; you snap again, only this time, you manage to find an exit. You make it back to Golden Hour, but by the time you get there, there's already a group of Bloodhounds waiting to catch you and drag you back.

When you're shoved into his office, he's standing with his back to you, hands clasped behind his back. You can hear the heartbreak, the betrayal in his voice as he tells you how hurt he is that you'd endanger yourself after everything he's done for you. Out of guilt or fear, you can't tell, but you apologize and swear to him that you won't do it again.

And you won't— he'll make sure of it. Under the light of the Harmony, all is revealed: his undying love for you, your reciprocation, and the strength of his will over yours. You see it now, don't you? Everything he does is for your wellbeing. Clipping your wings while you're on the ground is just a way to ensure you'll never fall out of the sky. You're safe here, in this gilded cage he's tailored your tastes, with a kind keeper to tend to your every need and shower you with all the affection your heart could ever desire. How could you fault him for that?

You can't. After all, you don’t even remember why you were upset with him in the first place.

Threat Level: 5/5 Pet Names: angel, dear/dearest, dove

#got a little carried away with sunday's #also had more fun with ratio's than i expected #tsundere yanderes are a different kind of awful #yandere hsr x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere hsr x you #yandere x reader #yandere ratio #yandere boothill #yandere aventurine #yandere sunday #hsr x reader #hsr x you #honkai star rail x reader #hsr ratio #hsr boothill #hsr aventurine #hsr sunday #ceru.writes #ceru.yan

[serxinns]

I was wondering if you could do Yandere MHA like how they would treat a chubby reader cause I’m pretty chubby and I’d love that :3

OFC CHUBBY READERS ARE BEAUTIFUL AND DESERVE LOVE TOO!!!

They would treat you like a God/Goddess! The girls and boys would fight over who gets to hang out with you 1st

Mina would dress you up in cute outfits you are comfortable with (she loves pink and black on you! But she'll dress you up in any way you are comfortable It makes her feel like you're all hers! But you don't know that yet momo would buy the whole mall for you! (She did already) you want that adorable necklace sold! Present for you! Do you wanna go to a hot topic and get all your favorite anime merch? Here you go! You want that new console that just got out a week ago why not get a console that isn't even out yet!? She loves seeing you smile you thought she was a very kind friend when she's just showing you what's it like to be hers and hers only

Tsuyu you take you swimming at times if the pools close somewhere private like a secret majestic garden with just the two of you so nobody with bother you and while you're amazed by the beauty tsuyu admires your beautiful face and figures she just wants to cuddle up on you and pinch your cheeks she couldn't wait to have you all hers~ Jirou comes out aw a tough little tsundere at times but when it comes to you her heart Is melting and she barely, ale complete sentences and she's only soft but a bit of a tsu she would show off her earphone tricks would blush over any outfit you wear (she once saw a bit of your stomach showing and she and the class was flustered and simping)

Izuku is just drawing down everything about you even things you don't even know yourself he offers to walk with you to school (since you his neighbor) and glare at anyone who gives you a look whether be judging or drooling he makes sure that they dont mess whats his bakugo would force you to walk with him saying that damn Deku doesn't know where the bus stop is and would talk about the extras I'm his group

Denki would occasionally flirt with your ur main gamer buddy, but he's personally a geek for manga comics and would rant to you about the latest chapter or one of his favorite characters heck he even imagined you cosplaying one of his favorite characters!!! Oh God dude would be dying thanking the lord for this gift he secretly writes fanfics of his favorite character x and would make their personality similar to yours and make of bunch of fanart of you in a different bunch of outfits he can't wait until he shows it off to you they'll surely win your heart!

Kiri is your hype man and best friend when he saw you smash those villains with a single fist this dude was head over HEELS just overlooking completing how manly you are ugh this dude would be blushing HARD he would rant to his best friend Katsuki about how manly you are and wished he could have muscles like that as well!! If anyone says otherwise or shames you for your body this dude will go protective mode he will make a rant about how Amazing beautiful and manky you are and will start going a bit personal a bit saying how you'll date him and he'll pick you like a royal you are and you'll do the same and marriage and blah blah blah

the person who insulted you just gets scared and runs away which makes that a victory for him!

Iida would always be a guard dog like this dude will protect cute little marshmallow you! He makes sure you eat regularly he never lets you skip a meal if you try he's banging your door with a bento box in his hand with marshmallows he freaks pit over every small scratch bruise and lord don't tell him you broke some of your limbs one time you broke your arm during fighting and he went intonlockdown literally gets a wheelchair and stroll you around (even tho you can CLEARY walk) and make sure you stay in that bed untill your all better see how he's taking care of you he wanted to do this every day to you and only you

Koda is an absolute sweetheart if he sees an animal that looks like you he instantly points it out to you and tells you animal facts and while he is explaining the animals to you his heart can't stop fluttering with butterflies! he can barely stay on topic of the animal while just staring at your adorable puff up face!

The class would compete for anything whether be who gets to sit by you or who have fun with who it's always a competition, threats and a blood bath at training they'll even raised their hand like little hpkids Eagar for a treat and if you choose one of them they'll instantly run to you with a satisfy smirk on their face while the rest of them are pissed off

They loved their darling and they'll do anything to satisfy your needs! Whether it be committing some crimes for you~

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #bnha fluff #romantic yandere

[cinnamonest]

Xiao - Yandere Profile

Y’all big horny for yaksha boi too??? Excellent.

Remember how I said Kaeya and Diluc were like a game on hard mode? Xiao is Dark Souls on the 6th stacked difficulty of New Game Plus.

I really like Xiao on an analytical level because he's an excellent candidate for the debate some have as to the nature of selfless vs selfish love... He's a good one to analyze for that debate bc holy fuck does this man have some of the most selfish, inconsiderate love out there. He's brutal as fuck. I feel like his would be such an interesting balance of wanting returned affection and being really obsessive, yet being so uncompromising and not really at all hesitant to wreck your shit. This is the longest one I've made, too, I had a lot of thoughts lmao.

Fun fact, when I first heard his name was Xiao I assumed it would be the hanzi for "dawn" since I've seen that used in Chinese given names sometimes... Nope, I'd never seen the hanzi for his name before so I looked it up and it's like an impish demon creature lol

I had a dilemma between to go for tsunyandere or kuuyandere, but I was in a dark content mood so I kinda went kuuyandere route.

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tws: mentions of mutilation (on reader), mentions of violence and torture (on rivals), kidnapping, Xiao is very lacking in empathy and borders on sociopathic behavior (which can be triggering to some people), mentions of misogyny bc I'm just gross like that, generally dark and awful

tws (below cut): noncon, more mentions of mutilation goddammit Xiao, forced submission, also generally dark and awful

This is probably the darkest one I've written, so, that's a fair warning.

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What are they generally like? Lucid, aware? Obsessive? How do they behave?

Aware, over time, and very irritated by it, really. He's above... Feeling things. He changes with time. He starts off a bit irritated, flustered even, which is something he's never really experienced before. Honestly exemplifies the "boys are mean to you because they like you" trope, he will go out of his way to be harsher and colder towards you because how dare you make him... Feel things. He'll be exceptionally harsh in how he speaks to you, even more than others. But... once he realizes it drives you away, he'll realize that he actually wants you around him.

But that's the thing - Xiao doesn't normally go out of his way to do anything to anyone, really. He's cold and a bit aggressive because he's bothered by or just doesn't really enjoy people, but if they leave him alone, he leaves them alone. You're different - he feels a weird, uncomfortable feeling in your presence, but he still wants your presence anyway. It's a lot of new sensations for him, and it's overwhelming. So many new feelings.

One, he doesn't understand why his stomach flutters when you smile at him, why chills run down his spine when you accidentally brush your hand across his. Well, he understands what it usually means for humans - but he's not human, surely, there's no way he could possibly experience that same "love" humans do, right?

Love is horrible after all - he's seen how humans obsess over it, how much tragedy it can bring to their lives, and, in particular, how much of a fool of themselves humans often make when "in love", especially the men.

He thinks he's above the human feelings, so he'll deny it to himself at first. It will likely be some kind of breaking point for him, particularly one in which you're in danger. Normally, he couldn't care less about people in danger - if someone isn't strong enough to protect themselves, they die, that's just how the world works. But he sees you shoved down, another human looming over you with murderous intent in their eyes, he sees the fear on your face and the tears streaming down and something in him snaps and bursts and gives way to the intense emotions he's tried to shove down. He'll go wild, and make quick work of the offender. And you'll thank him for saving you of course, even if the display was a bit horrifying to see.

It's not only that intense nervousness in the others presence, but an enjoyment of their presence. It's so contradictory and he hates it - he feels so nervous, so jittery around you, yet at the same time, something about your presence, your smiles, your voice is addictive to him and he needs more of it. He enjoys spending time with you - a new sensation.

Over time, as he becomes aware of how he feels, he becomes less flustered, more stone-faced and matter of fact about it. He accepts that he feels a sense of affection, now his concern is how to handle it. He just has no idea how to begin going about it. Does he just try to suppress it? Act on it? He acknowledges the possibility of rejection, what then? Of course, rejection wouldn't make him stop wanting you with him, it wouldn't even really deter him, but it would make things more difficult than if you accepted it. He spends a while contemplating, just trying to make sense of it all.

He ends up laying awake at night with you in his mind - it's pathetic, it irritates him. No human is important enough to occupy his mind. And yet, even if he tries, he can't stop. And, as much as it disgusts him, he finds himself feeling very physical sensations when thinking about you. That's the most irritating part, to him. He's always viewed humans' drive to copulate as disgusting, and really a pathetic weakness - again, he's seen the absolutely foolish things human men do and the extensive lengths they go to for just a spare crumb of sex. So the first few times he ends up getting a physical reaction to those late night thoughts, he'll try to ignore the throbbing and just go about his night, but eventually it starts to get painful. That's the point at which he decides he can't just sit around and do nothing.

How likely are they to kidnap their darling? How quickly will they do so?

Unavoidable. But not the absolute fastest. He's far too confused by his feelings at first, and doesn't understand why he has the urge to do so. He'll experiment, spending time around you, trying to figure himself out. His prideful tsundere nature comes out then -- it's not like he enjoys your presence, no. He feels something very strange about you, and one of the possibilities in his mind is that perhaps he's being drawn to you because his subconscious perceives you as an enemy, perhaps. Something in him knows that you're up to no good, so he has to follow you, maybe. Those reasons are far more likely than actually enjoying being around you, he thinks.

As he comes to understand it better and is forced to acknowledge that he feels an affection for you, he begins to feel a darker urge. One of the things that forces him to recognize said affection is how much it irritates him to see you talk to others. He rationalizes this, as it is perfectly normal for humans to feel jealousy, isn't it? ... But are humans this upset when they see their beloved talk to their own family? Is it normal? Is it a thing with just the males, and that's why he feels that way? Surely the humans don't get this upset, or else they wouldn't let their beloveds have friends and speak to others, right? He doesn't really feel guilt for the urges, but he does feel bothered by the notion of having some abnormal desire, wonder if there's something wrong with him.

Well, he starts thinking back to history, and all the things he's witnessed, and that gives him... an idea. Teyvat has been around a long time. There have been several cultures and societies that did keep lovers... restrained. Confined to a house... forbidden from speaking to others... and that idea sounds nice, he thinks. Back in those days, no one would bat an eye at his desire to keep you away from the world, right? So really, it's not abnormal or weird at all. Things just change with time, but there's nothing abnormal about him, it's perfectly normal to want to prevent you from ever speaking to anyone else ever again. Sure, those cultures never went that far, but... it's the same idea, right?

So, he decides, there's nothing wrong with him, and in that case, he doesn't have any guilt or concern for your desires to hold him back. He's another one to take a fairly barbaric route -- he'll be one to show up while you sleep, clamp a hand over your mouth, gag you and tie you up, before leaving right out your window. He'll find an isolated, quiet, well-hidden place to reside, one with an enclosed, windowless room to keep you confined.

He doesn't like it, but he's not completely lacking in understanding human psychology. He wouldn't like to be in your shoes, wouldn't like if someone did to him what he's going to do to you, so he understands why you'll be upset, he prepares for it, even. He's not a delusional. So, from the beginning, he's already planning out how to make you compliant and love him. He settles on a simple tactic: utilize what he knows to force your human nature to love him.

How difficult is it to escape from them? How do they keep you restrained? How do they deal with attempted escape? 

Once you do get kidnapped, it's pretty tight security. Kind of like Albedo, he'll take you far away from society. Again, he's not super concerned with your desire on the matter, since this is about keeping you with him, it's about his imperatives. He doesn't really want to harm you, though, so there is a slight consideration. He's stuck on a balance of wanting to keep you agreeable and obedient, but keeping you confined is most important, so he'll try to keep it a bit comfortable. He'll get you a nice bed, very soft things. He's so nice, he'll even get you leather cuffs instead of metal ones. But you will be getting restrained, and no amount of begging will get him to take them off. He'll also give you nothing to do, and probably nothing to wear. Clothes are a waste and totally unnecessary when no one but him sees you. And the boredom will make you compliant. You'll be so unbearably bored that talking to him will be like a privilege. You'll start to look forward to it. You'll bond with him. He'll be your only source of mental stimulation. He's smart enough to figure that out when he's in the planning stages of your confinement, and already has this planned out.

Because he... struggles to feel high amounts of empathy when it's about what he wants, it's doubtful he'll ever really lighten up without incentive. Sure, he could lighten up on your restraints, but why should he? Sure, it would alleviate your suffering, but it would present the slightest chance of an escape. Your comfort isn't worth the insecurity and worry he'd have throughout the day. Why would he be so foolish as to feel that it was?

Escape attempts are an ultimate transgression to Xiao. He understands your stubbornness and anger to the extent that they don't hurt him too much, but an escape attempt is one of the few things you can do that make him feel genuine hurt. You won't get away for long, he will hunt you down in no time and he will ensure you're discouraged from ever attempting that again. He's not very hesitant to be brutal. Really, he doesn't want to hurt you just for the sake of it, but he knows how powerful fear and pain are. He'll make sure you are strongly dissuaded from another attempt. If you're, miraculously, brave enough to try again, he'll have to take a step further and make sure you can't.

How easy are they to trick, deceive, or manipulate?

Don't. He's not stupid, he tells you, the moment you try anything. And you really, really, really should be trying to avoid making him mad. Honestly, if you're at this point, you'd have to be either incredibly unafraid of pain, or just crazy to try and do anything that could result in his anger. He'll shut it down almost immediately, and tell you exactly that.

How lenient are they? What privileges can you have, and what will you be denied?

He knows you need food and all that, so he'll generally get you whatever you want to make for yourself. He's got a limited list of things he's willing to eat so you'll quickly find yourself asking for the privilege of getting different foods please I'm begging you for something other than almond tofu, and he'll get you whatever you ask for, at least in that regard. He's not going to starve you or anything. But you'll find it's probably one of the only things you get much of a choice on.

If you want any relief from the harsh restraint and boredom, you have one option: succumb.

No amount of disobedience or disagreeableness will have him letting up on you. You might think you can hold out and be stubborn long enough to get him to cave, but you'd be wrong. You will crack before he does, and he knows it. He'll simply punish your disobedience, and wait out a bit more. And wait, and wait, and wait, because you won't last long. It's inevitable that you will succumb to him, start to crave him, start to be sweet and affectionate, and bond with him. At that point, maybe he'll let you walk around - hey, getting your muscles back to normal from the atrophy can be a bonding activity. And he might give you some approved tasks or books or the like. But at the first sign of a regression, the first sign of disobedience, the first sign of rejection from you, that will be gone, and you'll have to earn it back, starting back at square one.

What kind of rules do they have? What kind of punishment would they use?

Don't run away. Obey everything he says.

He doesn't make a rule against fighting him, really, and he doesn't need to. You'll be far too terrified of him to try, and even if you did, it would be like swatting a fly, he could disarm and incapacitate you in seconds.

And now, we get into one of the darker yanderes. Once again, Xiao doesn't really get emotions too well, and doesn’t understand his own all that much. His brain thinks in actions and results. If you're trying to run away, he'll simply have to make it so that you can't... ever again. He is one of the most likely yanderes to be open to truly, permanently incapacitating you to a severe degree to keep you with him. He understands why you're upset, but surely you knew the consequences, right? You tried to run away, it only makes sense that he would do something like this, you should understand that, even if you don't like it. You're foolish to try and talk him out of it, what, do you think he's going to be persuaded by you crying? If you were that opposed to it, you shouldn't have tried to run. Really, he doesn't understand why you humans do things as if there's no consequences.

Xiao... doesn't feel guilt. When it's something unintentional, something he didn't mean to do, he can, but when it's about what he wants? There's none, really. He usually goes on what works best for him, and for the most part, that's keeping you happy. But when your happiness goes against keeping you with him, his imperative takes priority. You'll get over it eventually, and he'll help you. He can carry you wherever you need to go, you don't need to walk.

How do they deal with rivals, or perceived rivals? Will they get rid of them? Will they kill them themselves, or find another way?

Eek.

Yeah it won't be pretty. He gets mad about rivals, and he perceives everyone as one. He's another one that doesn't really distinguish between romantic rivals and rivals for attention - your family and friends are just as much of a problem as any love interests, because you smile at them, you pay attention to them, you like them, and just that knowledge makes an unbearable rage boil inside him.

He's desensitized to violence, and doesn't really understand how it affects normal people - he won't think of how it might affect you to see it, so slaughtering people in front of you comes naturally to him. He's actually one of the ones who might get angry enough to make it slow, making sure they know what they did wrong, even if that consisted of simply being a stranger who smiled at you. If you react negatively, he won't really understand. He has some, but doesn't possess a lot of empathy. He'll chalk it up to you being a hysterical, emotional human with your incapacitating aversion to violence. He's glad he doesn't have such a strong aversion. Would make his job rather difficult.

How easy is it to make them mad? What does their anger look like?

He's pretty easily set off. He gets frustrated because he thinks you're being unnecessarily difficult, and frankly he's very used to getting his way with things immediately. In his life, most of the things he wants are either given to him very easily, or are easily obtainable with a simple exertion of violence. Usually he can just, well, kill and slaughter and maim his way to any result he desires. This is one of the first issues he's dealt with that violence won't solve. Well... maybe not the extent he's used to. But nonetheless, perhaps a bit of controlled violence can solve his problems, at least to an extent.

His anger is, as you can imagine, terrifying. Sure, he'll reassure you that he won't kill you, but you can't get out of your head the images of the things you've seen him do by that point, the people you've undoubtedly seen die and suffer at his hands. He snarls and speaks in a deep, booming voice when he's at his angriest, and it's enough to make you panic. If he's angry enough, he knows he can't be around you, because he fears hurting you further than he means to, so he'll likely leave. If it's enough that he feels he can control it, though, it's not pretty. He's one to hold something in his hands and squeeze it to alleviate anger so hard it breaks. Just hope that doesn't happen to be your hand, arm, shoulder, or any other part of your person.

So they see you as above them, beneath them, or equal to them?

He doesn't... really care? I'm tempted to say far below, but really, the whole concept of relative value of humans and status and the like holds no meaning to him. He thinks it's foolish and pointless to even ponder such things.

As for his superiority in certain things, it's different. He's smarter than you. He's stronger than you. He's faster, he's more perceptive, he's more capable, he's wiser, he's more skilled. These things are just facts, they are the undeniable reality, he thinks. However, he doesn't really assign these things as having any ties to the relative value of an individual, and in his mind, humans don't really, either. Didn't they prioritize the lives of children? Children are far lesser in every way, but humans treat them as most important, even if they rightfully see them as inferior in every way. So it's the same with him, he thinks. In every field, you're inferior, but that doesn't really matter, worth and relative position are worthless human ideas.

As for treatment, however, he treats you as lower, which is all that really matters. He wants obedience and submission, and he'll get it, no matter what extent he has to go to.

How determined are they for you to love them? How hard will they try to make it happen? Or are they content just having you?

He's in the middle - one of the ones that would LIKE for you to love them, but in the end, even if they feel like you never will, they still want you anyway. He'll never stop trying, though.

He's got a lot of pride and wouldn't resort to groveling and desperately trying the way some would. Like a few others, he kinda automatically feels like he deserves the things he wants, including your love. But his unfamiliarity with human emotions leads him to be a little confused and unable to read you. He knows humans play "hard to get," and may assume that's what you're doing. And he recognizes that by kidnapping you, he is removing you from your friends and family, so he concludes that you're only mean to him because you're mad. And anger settles down with time, right? He also knows that, even if humans don't like someone, if they're forced to spend time around them, they'll form a bond. So what he concludes is that simply time is needed. Time to let anger simmer down, time to forget about those others, time to inevitably come to depend on him.

With his experimentation, what he discovers is that even if you aren't affectionate, he is still happier with your presence than without. So he'll keep you no matter what, he decides. You'll come around eventually. And gradually, even if it's ever so slow, you will. You will, no matter how hard you may fight it, the effects of such isolation are ultimately inevitable.

Some yanderes might be upset by the notion that they have to mentally deteriorate their darling to obtain love - they want you to love them "organically" and feel like love born from mindbreak and isolation isn't "real." You might think he'd be like that, due to his tendency to be prideful, but he's actually not. Xiao doesn't understand emotions well enough to distinguish little differences like that. Sure he had to use a strategy, but it's still love, isn't it? It's the same thing, so why should how it came about matter? It took a little bit of extra work, is all. And although he won't say so, he thinks you're worth it.

Bonus: Is there anything that makes them unique, in comparison to other yanderes?

Is somewhat reluctant to confess to you and may try to come up with some other reason as to why he did it, but it's kinda obvious when he's so concerned about you, so blushy and flustered in the beginning and the way he runs his hands through your hair when he thinks you're asleep. But yeah, initially he might try to think up some way to explain why your kidnapping is for some other weird complex reason he made up, and not just because he really REALLY wants you all to himself.

He's also very matter-of-fact about things. He says things with a straight face, no matter how horrifying, sweet, or inappropriate they may be. Doesn't matter if he's finally confessing his love, talking about how he wants to keep you locked away forever, or threatening to break your legs, it'll all generally be carried with the same facial expression and tone of voice. The only difference is the eye contact and slight blush if it's one of the former.

You may be able to catch moments of vulnerability, especially late-stage, months into your new life. If you've been highly affectionate, and he trusts you, he might seek some reassurance every now and then, in a soft, quiet voice, for a few precious moments of gentleness that don't come very often.

As aforementioned, Xiao has little to no sense of empathy nor guilt when it comes to obtaining the things he desires. What he does feel is wanting you to be happy... because it makes him feel good inside. In a way, you could say his love is incredibly selfish, because it's entirely about his happiness when it comes down to it. Normally, seeing you happy makes him happy, so your imperatives line up. And he's willing to maybe change some things to make you happier -- ok, fine, sure, he won't torture them to death, he'll just kill them. But he has limits to how much he'll compromise for you. Ultimately, when your imperatives don't align with his, he won't even consider yours for a mere moment. His brain just can't really consider anything but acting for his own desires. When he gets mad at people for hurting you, it's because it's an insult to him. It's part of why he's one that will settle for having you - ultimately, what he wants matters more than your happiness... but that's because he wants you, and loves you so, so much, you know? Don't think it's not love, though. It's incredibly selfish, self-serving, and inconsiderate, but it's hard to say it's not love.

Somewhat relating to the above, he realizes pretty quickly you're likely afraid of him, especially after what you've undoubtedly witnessed by that point. He doesn't want that, really. He wants a healthy level of fear, just enough to avoid running away, but he doesn't like seeing you cry and tremble because you're so afraid of his brutality. He doesn't help, though, because he thinks you fear death, and death alone, and in his lack of understanding, he will go through a very specific list of exactly what he will do, which frankly would only serve to make things worse.

"It's alright... I won't kill you, you know. You're foolish if you don't understand the difference... They only died because they wanted to take you away from me. You're the reason they died, so, I wouldn't kill you... I've already decided what to do at certain points. If you try to run away once or twice, I'll just break your legs, and if you try a third time, I can just take your legs off. That should prevent any further attempts, so I have no reason to kill you. So you shouldn't be so upset... don't look so afraid all the time. What? No, I don't mean your whole legs... just at the feet. Why are you still crying? I can just take off one if it's that upsetting... It's only if you run away."

You should probably know that he doesn't make empty promises, either.

General perverseness: how sexual of a person are they? What’s their drive like? How touchy do they get? Do they have any reservations about sexuality?

Boy has no idea what to do. He's only ever jerked off and always feels disgusted when he does, he only has anatomical knowledge of female bodies from medical diagrams he's seen once or twice.  Not that he'll tell you that. But you'll know, I mean, once he forces your legs open he's just staring in both awe and confusion, probably just sits there for a moment slightly flustered because?? Where's he supposed to put it in?? How does he do this? He'll figure it out, but it might take a few rough thrusts of him just rutting against you.

Drive goes from non existent to highish, he's got what you call a reactive sexuality. Really, he used to just jerk off only to relieve the buildup, because he found it gross whenever it would happen in his sleep. Reactive sexualities are when a person doesn't have a super high drive on their own, but will react to stimuli from persons or sights around them, and will get significantly higher when around someone they love. Before, he never had anything to react to, so he rarely got horny, but now? He has you. And you... Trigger some reactions.

And that being said, he's so unfamiliar with horniness and sex that it's constantly an exploration process for him too. He'll spend some time just... learning. Touching here and there, figuring out what makes your breath hitch and toes curl. It's a fascinating thing to him, really.

He doesn't talk about it much, nor during, he just kind of... acts. You don't get much of a verbal warning, he'll just kind of pick you up and move you around to however he wants.

Pretty decently sized, but isn't aware of it. He hasn't had the opportunity to be around too many other people to know. If you try to tell him it's too big for you, he'll just be incredibly confused, isn't your body literally made to be able to do this? He's actually not going to get particularly smug or anything, he just sees it as an irritation that you're so reluctant and try to fight because of it, but he does like watching you convulse and squirm once he's already in you.

He's actually not that much of a sadist, so much as he likes power. Pain is par for the course, it's a part of every aspect of life and he's essentially desensitized to it. But power and control, now that does something for him.

How forceful are they? Do they care about your willingness?

Not particularly concerned with it. Once again, he's decided to utilize what he knows to maximize your acceptance and love. He knows that orgasms release a bunch of feel-good chemicals, that they cause bonding, that they make you more complacent, and, for the sake of submission, that it'll humiliate you and make you unable to really defy him, as he can hold it over your head, and with time you'll accept him. Over time, he knows, you'll come to crave any physical touch you can get. And while he's more than willing to hold you and sleep curled up with you, he'd be lying if he said this wasn't his favorite and preferred form of physical affection.

Besides, he's been fighting off the urges for forever at this point, he's not going to wait around. Pretty much will be ready to do it as soon as you wake up, and you'll probably already be bound up and lacking any clothes by the time you do. He's not very hesitant. It's yet another case of wanting what he wants and getting what he wants. He's one that will bound you up pretty heavily, hands tied above your head, legs pulled back and tied to the headboard, so it's not like you can do much against it anyway. He understands your hesitancy, be it out of anger or fear, but he's also hard and fast enough that you can't really form a lot of words, so it's not too discouraging.

What sort of kinks or fetishes do they have, or would they fill?

He's not really familiar with any at first, and he has to experiment around. You would think normally an inexperienced boy would want the female to take the lead, but noooo, he's way too proud for that.

Oral fixation

The most shameful one to him. It's disgusting, he thinks, it's unnatural, it goes against the very purpose of sex to procreate, but he knows it exists, he's heard of how it goes and God when you talk and smile he desperately wants to see your mouth wrapped around his dick. When you're laying under him he just has an uncontrollable urge to just buy his face between your legs and lick at everything he can, and eventually he'll cave to both of those urges. The latter will be very unprompted and unanticipated, probably you're not even getting it on at the moment - something like you're sleeping, you're just laying there, your legs open a bit and he just rips off whatever you have on and stuffs his head between your legs - he's not skilled by any means, but works with such an intensity and speed that you'll cum on his face anyway.

If he's mad, he can get rough with the former. Hearing you gag and choke, watching the tears run down your face helps satisfy his anger quite a bit. Unfortunately for you, he can last quite a while, and will grab your hair and force your face down, or really, he's one to lay you on the edge of a bed on your back and really fuck your throat out. And he won't let you spit it out either -- he'll hold your mouth shut with his hands and force you to swallow every little bit.

Finger-fucking

He was once told the trick of putting your fingers inside and curling them, and that's an easy instruction to follow. He'll try it out, and once he watches how it makes you gasp and whimper, he'll get addicted to it, moving his fingers harsh and fast. He likes it because he's not too distracted by his own physical sensations, other than the throbbing hard-on, and can really take in your faces, noises, and really watch you come undone. As an added bonus, he's definitely not going to just leave it at that, no, and he discovers very quickly you're particularly sensitive immediately after one orgasm, reacting with extra loud squeals and harsh clenching when he presses against your extremely sensitive insides. And he likes that quite a bit.

D/S dynamic / bondage

It helps him restore his damaged pride from his embarrassment over the fact that he even has sexual urges in the first place. He deserves to be worshipped, he deserves to have you on your knees in front of him. In particular, he loves to give you commands, see you follow through with them. It's empowering. It's reassuring. Probably the type to want to be called master. He feels its appropriate. And he'd definitely be one to make it an all-the-time, 24/7 sort of dynamic too. He can be gentle about it, too, and will reward you for being well-behaved. The dynamic, the rewards, the praise, all makes you all the more slowly, but surely, succumbing to him, giving in, and finally accepting him.

Tying you up prevents you from moving around too much, and that's the initial reason for it, but he realizes very very quickly that something about seeing you that way is very, very pleasing to him. It gives him a sense of power and control in addition to what he already has established. It also helps alleviate a bit of his nervousness surrounding the whole thing. When you're all tied up, probably blindfolded too, he can just run his hands up and down, stare at your body, figure out what's where and see everything without you squirming around.

Masturbation instruction/voyeurism

Something about just watching you touch yourself drives him up the wall with horniness. It also helps give him an idea of what the fuck he’s supposed to do (again, not that he’ll tell you that). But more importantly, it’s yet another control thing. He won’t just let you go at it, no, he’ll be very specific with his instructions, and expects you to follow them perfectly. He’ll make you edge yourself and even overstimulate yourself, demanding you keep going even after you cum, and even if you can’t, he’ll just swat your hand aside and do it himself.

How do they feel about pregnancy or babies? Do they want them?

He's... Not sure if it's even possible? If so, the whole idea makes him feel a bit odd. Small little beings, ones that look like him, ones that share his blood? The whole concept is so strange. He'd probably want to find out if such a thing is even possible, considering your differences, but he would likely be somewhat opposed to it, as it feels weird to him. He would become more accustomed to the idea with time, though. And one thing he neglects to remember, even if he knows, is that you have to pull out to avoid that, and he definitely doesn't.

What kind of (nsfw) punishments would they use?

Overstimulation is a go-to, as is forced orgasms. Tying back to his finger-fucking tendencies, he learns how sensitive orgasms make you, and how torturous it can be. Even if he can't keep going, after he fucks you a few times, he can still go with his mouth, fingers, over and over and over again, until you're sobbing and begging from the overstimulation. He thinks there's something weirdly beautiful about how something can bring you so much pleasure and pain, be so good yet so unbearable. Seeing you cry while you convulse, hiss from the pain when you're so sensitive that even the lightest touches are painful. Just watching it gives him an electrifying feeling. As a bonus, it will just make you more bonded, the overload of the positive chemicals in your body will bind you to the very person inflicting such a torture on your body. How ironic.

He'd be one for impact pain too, potentially with his hands, but he's one that's more likely to invest in something like a riding crop, or just a belt. He likes the fear of it, too, seeing how you wince and whimper just by hearing it crack before he even does anything to you.

What body parts of their darling do they like the most?

Hips and thighs. He likes grabbing, pulling you back onto him. Running his hands over them. He likes that when he's rough enough, his hands leave bruises on them. It's really pretty to him, and just an ever so blatant reminder of your place... to him, and, he knows, to you.

#yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere xiao #tw: non/con #tw: dark content #tw: misogyny

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The brothers being accidentally in love with the Muslim even though they can’t be with them... would they lowkey convince the MC or would they sulk lol

(Say if it goes for both ways, MC is a hopeless romantic lowkey lmao)

OOF. So much angst. This one is a real brain teaser, I had to read SOO many tragedy poetry and fics to get the feeling so excuse the sentimental writing LMAO. A bit of warning though, I feel as though the brothers are OOC in this which is seriously messing me up, but I didn’t want to leave you bare-handed!

I feel like this HC requires a bit of context in order for people to understand why I wrote the brothers’ reactions the way I did. So I’d like to iterate the fact that I, too, am a hopeless romantic and I definitely believe love can change even the most difficult man. I’ve always had this HC in the Obey Me! universe that every creature is fallible and that the brothers, once fallen, are now much more vulnerable to these new emotions than when they were angels since they’re no longer bound to the service of God y’know? 

So with that in mind, onwards to the HC!!

p/s: I’ll post the little brothers’ reactions soon, hope you liked this :)

How the Brothers React to Accidentally Falling in Love with a Devout Muslim MC (Big Brothers)

Lucifer

At first, this man will pursue MC for not-so-wholesome gains (cough corruption kink cough). Lucifer is a very decisive man. He knows what he wants and unashamedly goes after it and he will stop at nothing until it’s rightfully his

But in his pursuit, I could see him actually, really, really falling in love with MC

It’s their pure, kind soul that attracted him initially as with all the other demons, but the more time he spends with them, the more he gets sucked in until all he wants and craves is MC

It’s almost heart-warming if not a bit concerning

However in his chase for MC’s affection, Lucifer would forget one crucial detail: MC is a Muslim, one whom is devout especially now having seen angels, demons and hell right in front of their eyes and when he accidentally witnessed them praying, he will just shut down and instantly remember that they are not meant to be

To put it simply, it’s illogical for them to even be together

When the realisation dawns on him, he immediately turns a full 180 and become a massive dick to MC, even borderline cruel that shocks the brothers

If MC confessed their love to him, Lucifer’s heart would soar in happiness, but his pure, unadulterated love for them would force him to push them away and tell them that he doesn’t reciprocate their feelings

But I could also see his Pride taking factor into this.

A prideful demon such as he, who willingly defied God and fell from Heaven, he would absolutely REFUSE to have his partner so dedicated to God. 

It won’t sit well in him at all and it will absolutely leave a bad taste in his mouth

But this doesn’t change the fact that he’s still in love with them, a fact which he DESPISES and is DISGUSTED by

When they left the Devildom, Lucifer would do what Lucifer does best: repress his feelings. That, or take it out on Mammon lol

But seriously though, he would need an outlet for his anger, heartbreak and yearning and he would most definitely drown himself in work or by punishing his brothers.

He can pretend all he wants that he’s fine, but Lucifer’s cues are pretty easy to read especially since MC has managed to get the demon brothers’ to bond with and understand each other deeper beyond surface level (a miraculous feat, kudos to our MC), the others can definitely tell that there’s some serious repression going on

But Lucifer gets very snippy whenever the brothers try to help him with it, which irritates the HELL out of them and they would be too annoyed with him to even bother helping him now 

Now that his pride has driven away both the very person whom he loves and his brothers, Lucifer will become even more withdrawn and far, far lonelier than he was before MC came into their lives

Sometimes, he curses the circumstances that led them to him, even if they were the best thing that ever happened to his family

Yeah, heartbroken!Lucifer is just ;((( (Alexa play bitches broken hearts by miss billie eilish)

Mammon

This man is a capital S simp.

Mammon gets attracted to anything shiny/pretty REALLY easily (after all, it’s one of the main reasons why his symbolic animal is a crow) so him being attracted to MC at first didn’t really come as a surprise

I think he knows the difference between finding someone attractive and actually being in love with them despite having never even fallen in love before

He’s lived for centuries and plus, his own sister loved a human, he’s certain he has never felt that for anyone before

Him realising that he’s in love with MC would definitely come as a shock to him though. This tsundere can deny it all he wants, but he can’t deny the fact that MC’s mere presence alone gives him serenity and cardiac arrest at the same time

His initial reaction when he comes to terms with it would definitely be to flee and avoid MC like they’re the plague. But this man pines and when he does, his sin will flare up and MC will find themselves with a very clingy Avatar of Greed by their side

To Mammon, being in love is the equivalent of stepping outside of your home for the first time in weeks and feeling the gentle warmth of the Sun caressing your skin

He is gentler, more compassionate, and more attune to MC’s feelings. He definitely places them above Goldie because they are his most prized possession, the keeper of his heart, the rarest jewel and like everything he treasures, he takes extremely good care of them. But he would NEVERRR let MC or his brothers EVER know about that (sike, everyone knows it, he’s so soft for them it’s so obvious. They find it endearing though)

Which is why when he remembers that they’re Muslim and that they worship God, the very deity he curses and rebel daily against, his heart would break

He isn’t stupid (well, not all the time), he’s lived in the Celestial Realm before. He has seen the humans who reside there once they pass their mortal life. They were infinitely exuberant compared to the ones who were condemned to a lifetime of punishment in the Devildom for their sins

And he could never doom them like that, it would hurt him to see his love miserable and depressed down in the Devildom even if he would want nothing more than for them to be together forever

So, he would bottle up his feelings and try his best to live in the present and enjoy what little time he has with them, even though he felt like that entire year passed by in a flash (which, in demon years, is most definitely like the blink of an eye)

If MC reciprocates his feelings, I can picture him being so, so joyful about that fact, but he knew that their romance is a tragedy right from the beginning. He is a fallen angel, he can’t change his nature and he has transgressed against God in the worst possible way; by swearing eternal enmity towards Him.

I can’t picture him getting over them, even after they’ve passed and are thriving in the Celestial Realm

omg I'm gonna sob Alexa play Smile by Juice WRLD

Leviathan

We all know that Levi thinks of MC as his Henry, his number one best friend

And he’s right. There were no instances of their hangouts being anything more than platonic

When he first started falling for MC, he’d deny it like Mammon did

Him? In love with his best friend? Preposterous.

Eventually he’ll come to realise it though because they were probably watching hilarious videos on the Internet (cough Buzzfeed Unsolved cough) and Levi was so distracted because he was just staring at MC laughing suuuper hard at the video in pure awe. Like his lil demon heart just went doki doki

Pure joy is so beautiful on people and seeing it on MC?? They were  pulchritudinous

But even after coming to terms with it though, Levi becomes SUUUUPER shy and embarrassed about that fact that for the first few days, he avoided them because he couldn’t compose himself in their presence

Eventually our beautiful demon of envy will snap out of it by MC cornering him and tearfully telling him that they miss his company 

So now they spend even more time together and Levi will slowly become more confident around MC

This means soft, shy touches turn into ‘accidental’ brushes against them then to full lingering touches until finally, he becomes confident enough to throw his arms around them in a hug

Unfortunately, depending on the gender identity of MC, this may not fly all that well

In Islam, contact between opposite sexes whom you have no familial relation to/are not married to is considered a sin (I can elaborate in another post if anyone is interested in it though) and MC will have to politely turn him down, but this doesn’t mean that they hate him. It’s far, far from that

They have to be gentle in their explanation to Leviathan. This man’s self esteem is so low that if MC were to ever recoil from his touch, it would send him into a shame spiral and self deprecating thoughts that is much, much worse than before

So MC will have to remind him that they are Muslim, that they are bound to the services and will of God.

This reminder will destroy him though and his sin will absolutely consume him

He would become so, so envious of God that someone as amazing and wonderful as his MC is so dedicated to Him, and in his envy, comes wrath.

Though his wrath is not as potent as Satan’s, it is enough for him to act irrationally and ruin his friendship with MC

He just couldn’t stand to be around them because all he wanted to do is to hold them, kiss them and love them and his envy for them will become too much that he will start to breakdown because of it

I do picture him being a yandere though with his being the Avatar of Envy. If MC returns his feelings, it might be best that they keep it to themselves and not make it known because this man WILL latch on to them and never let them go

He would absolutely turn them against God if it meant he gets to be with them for eternity even after they die

#obey me! shall we date? #obey me #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me mammon x mc #obey me levi x mc #muslim!mc #obey me x muslim!mc #swd lucifer #swd mammon #swd leviathan #wow levi's went from super wholesome to super dark real quick #angst

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The Demon Brothers From Most to Least Likely to Go Yandere + Headcanons!!!

Thank you to @princess--alice--xxx and @anonymous-hacker123 for your requests!!

Leviathan

“Avatar of Envy” is not just an empty title. When he sees you hanging out with his brothers he can’t help the growing thoughts inside his mind screaming at him that they’re just trying to take you away from him. He doesn’t have much confidence in himself so he thinks that when you meet or talk to someone else you’ll eventually find someone better and leave him.

He secretly collects some of your stuff when you’re not in your room to stop him. A few shirts, some of your perfume, one of your favorite hoodies. He probably has a tiny hidden corner in his room where he keeps all the pictures he has of you along with the stuff he “borrowed.”

He isn’t one to pick a fight right away but he’ll slowly start to isolate you from others until you end up staying in his room for most of the day. He hates going outside but he would rather go fetch whatever you need and have you stay back at his room than let you out to get it yourself.

He knows what a yandere is and he can feel himself falling into the stereotypes of it but he can’t help it. He’s too infatuated with you to let anyone else take your attention and love away from him. When you start expressing that you want to leave his room he’ll immediately start to panic and try anything to make you stay. If you still insist on leaving he’ll break down in tears and might end up using his demon form to intimidate you to stop you from leaving.

Mammon

Mammon has been following you around for most of the exchange program since you arrived at the Devildom. Which is to be expected since he’s supposed to be keeping an eye on you but you start to notice that his behavior has become much more aggressive towards other demons.

He already stays in your room but now he’s even more adamant about being around you. Even though Mammon is a tsundere his yandere side will make him very overprotective of you. “You think I’m following you around too much? I’m only doing this to keep you safe! You humans are so weak, there’s no way you’ll survive out there without me! You should be grateful to have the GREAT MAMMON looking out for you!!”

He doesn’t really know how far he’s fallen into being a yandere. All he knows is that his feelings for you have always been the same. He loves you and he won’t let anyone come between the two of you no matter who they are.

If you try to move away from him he’ll get even more possessive around you, insisting to go wherever you’re going and doing anything he can to draw your attention back to him. He’ll fight anyone who he believes is trying to take you away from him. He won’t do this in front of you but you’ll start to notice everyone else avoiding you like the plague.

Satan

He’s the perfect yandere in disguise. From the day you started dating Satan it’s been all smiles and sunshine ever since. Everything between you seemed perfect but sometimes you would get subtle hints that something was wrong. Your friends would meet with you less and less. Some of the other demons that tried to flirt with you before would be absent for weeks, allegedly said to be “sick” until they eventually “dropped out” entirely, never to be heard from or even seen again.

As the Avatar of Wrath you knew about his violent tendencies but you wanted to believe the best from him. Until you stumbled across something that would change everything. Satan was busy with student council affairs when you found a peculiar book hidden beneath his bed. It was huge and had hundreds and hundreds of pictures….of you. They went back to your first day in the Devildom long before you two even started dating. And along with the book you found a list with dozens of names all crossed out in red ink. From a glance you could tell some of the names belonged to your friends and the others you could only assume belonged to the demons that went missing.

As you closed the book and rushed to put it back under his bed you could feel a hand stiffen around your shoulder. He didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted you to love him without a shred of fear in your heart. But now that his secret was out….well, what happens next depends on you.

He’ll defend his actions saying he was only looking out for you. You’re so precious to him and he just couldn’t stand anyone else who thought they were important enough to take your attention away from him. It was all for love, right? There are two ways this can end. You can accept him and everything he’s done and things will slowly go back to the paradise of a relationship you once had. But if you try to run or escape he won’t let you go even if that means roughing you up in the process.

Lucifer

Lucifer had always been protective of you so it didn’t really come as a surprise when you found him being a bit possessive once you started dating. He was just keeping you safe from all the other demons that could harm you. Or at least that’s what he told you every time he pulled you close to his body while staring daggers at anyone whose gaze just so happened to fall on you.

His aura alone was enough to intimidate others and make them want to immediately flee from your presence. When you talk to him about his jealously problem he would deny it and simply say that he doesn’t enjoy others trying to take what clearly belongs to him. Well, he’s always been like this so it's nothing out of the ordinary right?

As time passes his “affection” becomes more and more suffocating. You can barely get a moment to yourself without Lucifer calling, messaging, or straight up following you. Eventually you get fed up and try taking some time for yourself. You ignore his messages and isolate yourself from him for a few days to get some space but once you meet him face to face again you can tell you’re in for some kind of punishment for ignoring him.

You expected a five hour lecture or a similar penalty for your behavior but there was no way Lucifer was going to let you off the hook so easily. To him, you tried to escape, you tried to run away from him. After he poured out his heart for you, cherished you more than anyone else, you wanted to leave him. Now that you were standing in front of him, he was not about to let you walk away. He would tie you up and confine you to his room, unable to move or do anything for yourself until you were ready to love him again like how you were meant to from the start.

Belphegor

Belphie was so sweet and charming you doubted he would ever do anything bad despite his disposition as a demon. Oh how wrong you were. He may not have shown it but he was deceptive, manipulative, and devious beyond belief. His lax expression and calm demeanor were just a facade he used to make sure you suspected nothing of his true intentions.

Even though he had the power to fight off anyone that came close to you he decided to take a different approach and let the events that followed unfold on their own. Lies, rumors, and harsh accusations would seem to pop up overnight and surround any demon that made the mistake of getting too comfortable around you.

He always feigned innocence and acted like nothing was wrong so it never really dawned on you to pry for more information. Then again, Belphegor knew he couldn’t keep his act up forever. You continued to reach out and befriend other demons despite all the effort he put to make you stay away from them. He started to wonder if you even valued his love in the first place because if you did then there was no reason for you to be with anyone else but him.

Belphegor knew how awful it was to be confined and locked up against his will but this time it was different. He was with you, protecting you and keeping you safe from anyone else who might take you away from him and do god knows what to you. Now you could stay by his side, warm and safe with no one else to interfere. But if you keep trying to escape from his room, your persistence will only feel like betrayal and he won’t stand for a human taking advantage of his heart.

Beelzebub

Beel usually had no problem keeping other demons away from you. Whenever he walked with you between classes his size and build were more than enough to intimidate weaker demons. Still there were always a few exceptions he sometimes had to deal with. Demons that were overly cocky or dared to outright flirt with you in front of him. He didn’t want to do anything violent when you were around but if he was alone with them there’s a good chance he might just take a bite out of them.

Beelzebub was always so gentle around you so you never really expected him to become a yandere down the line during your relationship. It would actually take a lot for him to break his patience and take on the obsessive, overprotective nature of a yandere but from his perspective it just meant that he loved you, that he valued you above anyone or anything else.

When he started becoming more and more protective of you, you honestly thought it was cute at first. You thought he was safeguarding you like he did with his favorite custard. It was ridiculous and a bit funny but ultimately harmless right? After all, at the end of the day he was still your giant teddy bear of a boyfriend, right?

It started to get out of hand when he insisted on following you everywhere you went. His behavior was no longer the adorable puppy like affection you were used to, it was much more compulsive and excessive than before. Isolating yourself from him would also be a difficult task. He was faster and stronger than you so even if you tried to run away from him he would catch up to you in the blink of an eye. He didn’t want to hurt you or do anything that would make you hate him though, that would absolutely destroy him and he wanted to avoid that more than anything. In the end he would try to be patient with you and give you every chance to stay with him all while making sure everyone else kept their distance away from you.

Asmodeus

Hypocrite. That was the only word you could use to describe him. He loved attention from anyone be it compliments or actual flirting but when someone else so much as commented on your hair or your new outfit he would lose it and start getting all protective about how you’re his.

Asmo would probably stalk your social media accounts even before you started dating. He could never understand what you saw in all those other demons you hung out with. He was the most beautiful being ever created, no one else could hold a candle to him so why weren’t you his?

He wasn’t about to give up his following but the fact that you were the only person that evaded his charms struck a chord with him. If he couldn’t gain your love by being the best he would simply get rid of the competition. There was no need for you to waste your time with any other demons when he was obviously perfect for you.

To him you were just showing pity to all the other demons that stood no chance compared to him. There’s no way you could value them over him right? You just needed a little nudge in the right direction to see that he was everything you could ever want. And if that meant eliminating all the imperfect scum that got in between the two of you, he wouldn’t mind getting his hands a bit dirty.

#obey me! #shall we date #shall we date? #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! leviathan #obey me! satan #obey me! asmodeus #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #ask #obey me! headcanon #headcanon #obey me

[dangermousie]

I sincerely hope Kamio Yoko is getting royalties for this drama but I doubt it.

Though unlike Jade Palace Lock Heart which is how to do period Hanadan well, this mess is how to do Hanadan badly.

I mean, I cheered when he got whaled on and was sad it ended too soon.

And few eps later:

You sweet talker, you!!! I bet you get ALL the girls!!!

The biggest problem with this drama is that it’s written by someone who’s read and watched all those tsundere/yandere ML web novels and dramas and decided to do their own without any understanding what makes them tick. This is, on paper, a scene straight out of Goodbye My Princess or The Wolf or The King’s Woman, all huge favorites of mine.

BUT!!! It all makes sense for characters and dynamics in those dramas. Here is tends to come out of nowhere and disappear out of nowhere. None of the main romances in those three dramas, for example, are in any way healthy. But they are fascinating to watch and are in character - consistent, developed and something you cannot look away from. Hell, take the original Hanadan manga (or its Japanese or Taiwanese adaptations) - same thing. Here this is fight/make-up number 317 with no progress or development, and the drama itself not addressing that this is fucked up and the characters moving on five minutes later like it hasn’t happened.

The only way it would ever be not a total trainwreck with writing this bad is if the actors and the chemistry carried off but they don’t. They can’t. Both Liang Jie and Joseph Zeng are good actors (much better than this piece of trash deserves) and they shine in the rare moments the script comes down from its meth induced high, but they do not have the vibe for this type of role. To me this is, casting-wise, like all those dramas that keep casting Dylan Wang, a guy born to play sweethearts, as a terrifying mofo - it just doesn’t work. Joseph Zeng won my heart in Heaven Sword 2019 but he is utterly incapable of channeling a Fei Wo Si Cun or Kamio Yoko hero. And that’s fine - he’s great at quiet, thoughtful, young, learning, grieving, whatever. A whole range of things that is NOT THIS ROLE!!! If you cast Chen Xing Xu or Darren Wang or Yuan Hong or someone like that only their younger version, maybe it would be better but they did not. And Liang Jie makes this character much more bearable than it would be otherwise but honestly unlike with ML where maybe a different vibe would help 15%, there is almost no help here no matter who they cast as FL. Maybe Yang Mi? Or someone else I would love just because I love them in anything?

And the chemistry is fine (impressively so for how awful the script is) but it’s not the kind of fire where I care about nothing but the promise of a make out.

I mean, in other dramas I eat up the below but here I am just excited about the slap.

Honestly, I just feel bad for the actors in this mess and want them to have a better drama soon (which LJ has with The Eternal Love 3, so now JZ needs something.)

#cdrama #time flies and you are here

[terrence-silver]

Your posts are amazing and I always look forward to reading them. I was wondering if you’d be open to writing Yandere!Chozen from Karate Kid 2 and what that might be like? Thank you either way

Thank you very much, sweetheart, your words mean a lot - and yes, I’d be open to writing other Karate Kid characters too, especially the villains (as the name of the blog suggests - I mean not that the good guys are out of the question either) and I’m super excited people are asking for some different KK characters too because I really was on the verge of just writing for them myself in case nobody really cared to prompt me to. Happy you did. ❤️

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- Okay, Chozen, Yandere or not, is also kind of a Tsundere. Someone who might have exceptionally strong feelings for you deep down, but also be hugely in denial of them or optionally behave like he downright despises you even if he does not, in reality. Especially if you’re an outsider. Especially if you’re a foreigner. Then again, everyone that isn’t from his island is technically a foreigner to him because he’s just insular like that. Especially if you don’t fit into the mold and perfect ideal of what the nephew of the dignified Sato Toguchi should cast his eyes upon as a partner. Yes, Chozen will have a large amount of disgust for you and his feelings for you - mainly because he’s irked he cant exactly control who he falls for, and he hates that fact more then he can explain.

- He expected that he’ll probably be arranged to marry a socially and culturally appropriate spouse that was carefully pre-ordianed for him a long time ago, so when you came along, the duties he was thought to uphold and what his heart wanted clashed and he couldn’t really handle that - so, yeah, he’s in your face about it. He antagonizes you. He’s passive-agressive. He’s pretty much a jerk. He’s not above throwing around some harsh words your way too. All because he can’t reconcile with the reality of the situation of just how much he really cares about you. You! The exact opposite of his preferred type! It’s absolutely overwhelming for him and he just has the need to lash out as a result - it’s not good, but it is what it is.

- But, while he’s in the process on pondering his feelings, one thing is for sure - Chozen will make sure nobody will have you either. He fights whoever gets close to you. Trashes your things. He threatens your friends. Your loved ones. Whatever romantic interest you might have, he’ll be certain to scare off or even seriously injure - if not kill. In his mind, you’re his. You’re not adequate. You’re not what was wanted. You’re a gaijin. But, he has an immense sense of ownership over you right from the get-go and it doesn’t have to make sense for it to be true. He’s just simply territorial and possessive, so in his mind’s eye, the only course of action to take is to isolate you and place you in a sort of stalemate where he’s reluctant to make you entirely his, but he’ll be damned if he lets anyone else have that pleasure either.

- On a lighter note though - he still does want to impress you. Not that he’d ever admit to that because of his ego, naturally - but he does show off immensely in front of you because he desperately wants you to be in awe of him the way he secretly is of you and whether it’s being flashy with his fighting skills - “””accidentally”” slipping off his shirt so you’d get a glimpse of his body - defeating someone in combating in front of you and walking out clearly triumphant - isn’t entirely above humblebragging with his position and money if that’s what it takes - but, really, Chozen will absolutely place himself on your path by force if he must and he’ll do whatever it takes for him to grow on you and for some who claims to dislike you as much as he does he sure puts in a lot of time and effort in gaining your favour.

- For that reason above all others, he’d go as far as kidnapping you. He hates you, but he loves you, but he hates that he loves you, but bottom line, he must have you, willingly or not. Either that, or he’ll just end you and himself in the process. Just make sure you leave this life together. An honorable dishonorable death. So, once he does take you and practically puts you in a situation where you’re his hostage, you become like a prized possession of Chozen’s - his trophy - something only he’s allowed to touch, look at or speak to. Something he jealously and selfishly guards. Nonetheless, he’s also something of a staunch traditionalist and when things come down to it, he’ll begrudgingly concede to his feelings and make you his bride.

- You’re a Toguchi spouse now, for better or for worse - it’s not really something you have much of an actual say in - but if you consent, then all the better and he’ll feel like he’s earned a just victory. Not that it would matter if you didn’t. He isn’t the type to accept rejection as a concept. Your fate was sealed the very minute Chozen has laid eyes on you and the way he sees it, it’s like he broke the very generational curse that caused the rift between Miyagi and Sato over Yukie’s love in the first place decades ago. Chozen feels he’s different through the very act of being enough of a man to actually take matters into his own hands and claim what he wanted as his own instead of being a coward, like Miyagi - and now that you’re his, you’ll live out the life of a traditional matriarch and bear the heirs to his bloodline, as intended.

#chozen toguchi #karate kid #karate kid 2 #yandere #anon request #well this is new and i appreciate people asking for fresh characters also #keep em coming

[ladyautie]

get to know me more!

@funyasm​ tagged me and I’m bored after writing my chapter, so here it is!

✨ what do you prefer to be called name wise?

My name’s Sophie. My friends call me Spencou or Spence. We met on a Role-Playing game forum where I played a character named Spencer. We’re used to call each other by our characters’ names and nicknames, most of the time. My brother calls me Sis’.

✨ when is your birthday?

15th november 1993.

✨ where do you live?

Paris, France.

✨ three things you are doing right now?

I’m watching an episode of AT4W on youtube, scrolling on Tumblr and I’m drinking a coffee.

✨ four fandoms that have piqued your interest right now?

Definitely It and especially Eddie Kaspbrak and the ship Reddie. I’m kinda obsessed right now, writing fanfic, reading fanfic, daydreaming about it and all.

I just played the Last of Us 2 and I’m currently watching a let’s play from my favorite youtubers, Mari and Stacy from Geek Remix. I’ll probably read a few fics as well.

The tv show Barry (HBO) is a definite special interest for me. I’m probably going to watch it all once again real soon and I’m planning on writing a fanfic or two in the future. I’m dying for the third season to come.

Finally, I’m probably going to be super into The Umbrella Academy once again, when the second season will be released. I’m just really into Vanya, Klaus and Allison and I can’t wait to see more of them.

✨ how is the pandemic treating you?

None of the people I know have been contaminated, so I’m lucky about that. I’m not quarantined anymore, back to work, and the transition is not easy. 

I feel like I’m more openly autistic than I used to be and that I can’t stand the rest of the world for a long period of time. I’ve experienced multiple meltdowns and shutdowns and I have real difficulties to socialize with most people or to focus on my work.

I feel incredibly naked and vulnerable whenever I’m leaving my flat without my mask on, so I think that’s definitely something I’m gonna have to work on in the future.

Leaving Paris and meeting my folks for my mother’s wedding, I found myself surrounded by people who mostly didn’t care about the virus, kissing each other on the cheek in true french fashion to say hello, hugging, not wearing a mask, not respecting any kind of social distance. 

I was quickly overwhelmed by all of that, plus the noise, and I had to isolate myself in my parents’ car, sobbing hysterically and willing to suffer in a overheated car if it meant having a bit of peace.

There are definitely going to be long-term consequences. I can only hope that my physical health will remain okay, though.

✨ song you can’t stop listening right now?

Keep On by Sasha Sloan. I just really love the lyrics and the message.

✨ recommend a movie.

Whenever I have to think of a movie to recommend, Frank by Lenny Abrahamson is the first one that comes to my mind. This movie is an obsession for me since the first time I watched it and I often find myself watching it again and again. Despite its heavy subjects, it’s definitely a comfort movie for me.

Too often, movies featuring mentally ill characters will aim for the characters to “get better”, which doesn’t mean for them to find healthy ways to cope with their issues, but usually for them to look more “neurotypical-like”, if you know what I mean. Frank  doesn’t go that way at all. On the contrary, it pushes the viewer to empathize with the main characters and to understand their point of view, their way of being.

It’s so incredibly comforting to watch a movie featuring mental illness realistic and not romanticized and to have the movie say “you’re different and you have issues, but you’ll find your tribe someday and be able to find your own happiness, even if it’s unconventional by society’s standards”.

I don’t know, I just have so much feelings about this movie. Plus the music slaps, the humor is hilarious (kudos to the random French guy who can perfectly understand English but refuses to utter a single word if it’s not in French) and the actors are truly on point (I can only salute Domnhall Gleeson, among everyone else who is also worthy of praise, because he definitely managed to make me hate his character in a way I almost never hated a character before).

Watch it!

✨ how old are you?

I’m 26 years old.

✨ school, university, occupation, other?

I used to be a librarian, but I couldn’t find a stable job in this field, so I passed an entrance examination and I’m now working in the tax administration. Yeah, not really glamorous, but it pays the bills and I’m accommodated for my disability, so it helps. 

✨ do you prefer hot or cold?

Definitely cold. When I was a kid, I used to swim in mountain lakes, at temperatures close to 13° celsius, and I still take my showers mostly cold. I can’t stand heat, I get headaches very easily when it’s sunny and I’m getting confused easily whenever it’s too hot. I recently had a nosebleed at work so intense that I found myself spitting blood (it went better once I got a fan, making the temperature bearable).

✨ name one fact others may not know about you.

I used to be allergic to my own sweat when I was around 18, until my early twenties. Whenever I was doing a mild physical effort or getting stressed out, I would get hives and itchy skin rash all over my whole freaking body, which was so exhausting that I would fall asleep immediately as soon as the rash was gone. 

It disappeared as suddenly as it appeared, without me ever doing something about it. I still don’t know why I experienced that and if I’m going to experience that ever again. I hope not.

✨ are you shy?

My autism makes social interactions complicated, but I’d say I’m mostly impaired by my social anxiety and the various traumas I’m dealing with daily.

Traumas I got after having been bullied pretty badly by kids and teachers during my school years, my stepfather being borderline abusive and different traumatic experiences, including my childhood crush dying from a ski accident when I was 15 or so (and me never being able to tell him that I loved him) and people betraying me so many times that I can’t even recall every little thing.

As a result, I find myself doubting constantly that I’m worthy of love, affection and respect and I often wonder when I’ll do or say the “wrong” thing that will cause me to lose everyone I care about. I also have a hard time knowing who I am and, as a result, allowing everyone to know who I am as well. 

I often don’t know what to say and will find myself keeping my mouth shut, even on topics I’m knowledgeable about, because I’m scared of people shutting me down, among other things. My friends make it easier for me to talk about things I like and all, but I’m still heavily doubting myself.

I try to challenge myself regularly. I’ll force myself to take part in events that are taxing or that are forcing me to perform in front of people. That’s how I found myself taking part in the casting part of the french equivalent of “American Idol” (I merely met the pre-judges, but I did manage to sing my whole song in front of them). I needed to prove to myself that I could do it.

✨ do you have any preferred pronouns?

I’m using she/her, but I don’t mind people using they/them to talk about me if they don’t want to be gender-specific.

✨ any pet peeves?

I hate how people can freely and openly be homophobic, racist, ableist, transphobic, sexist and so on, but as soon as I open my mouth to let them know that what they said/did wasn’t appropriate, I’m labelled as one of those “hysterical feminists” or a “party pooper”. s/ Sorry if your antisemitic joke isn’t making me laugh, my “dear” colleague... /s I hate whenever people infantilize me, especially my mom. She’s still keeping an eye on my bank account, despite me telling her that I didn’t want her to do so again and again. I don’t dare to block her out, because I’m scared of her emotional reaction.  I hate the ugliest parts of fandom, notably the obsession with “who’s topping / who’s bottoming” whenever there’s a gay pairing or the racism / ableism / transphobia / homophobia I’ve witnessed again and again.

I don’t dare to engage in the Last of Us 2 fandom because of that and the way some people describe the character of Abby (a very muscular woman), focusing on her physical appearance and calling her awful names (being downright transphobic when they thought that she was the transgender character that Naughty Dog announced there would be in their game). 

✨ what’s your favorite “dere” type?

I had to google it, because aside from Yandere and Tsundere, I didn’t know a thing about it. I guess you could say I’m a Dandere (someone who is quiet and asocial. They are afraid to talk, fearing that what they say will get them in trouble.). 

My favorite type is Kuudere though, when it comes to anime in particular (someone who is calm and collected on the outside, and never panics. They show little emotion, and in extreme cases are completely emotionless, but may be hiding their true emotions. They tend to be leaders who are always in charge of a situation.). 

My favorite anime character, Kiyotaka Ayanokōji from the anime Classroom of the elite, is the most extreme case I can think about. He’s completely expressionless for most of the anime, talks with a very dull voice and it’s impossible to know what he’s thinking about at all times or what’s his overall plan. His hidden depth makes him all the more fascinating. He managed to keep me interested in a mostly meh anime.

✨ rate your life 1-10. 1 being really crappy and 10 being the best you could ever be.

It’s a bit hard, but somewhere around 5 or 6? I went through tons of crap in my life but I’m still here and able to live on my own, even if my quality of life isn’t all that good. I live with nearly daily suicidal thoughts since I was a teenager and have to compose with my meltdowns and anxiety attacks as well. I feel “other” most of the time and I can’t relate to most people I’m meeting and interacting with, which can sometimes feel very lonely.

On the other hand, I have wonderful friends who are willing to put up with my trauma crap and are overall amazing to talk to and be around. I have a cat I love dearly. They’re the reason why I’m still alive to this day, giving me a reason to say fuck off to my suicidal thoughts. 

✨ what’s your main blog?

My main blog is Ladyautie and is about autism. I have another blog, reddie-4-more, focusing on the It movies and Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier.

✨ is there anything you think people need to know about you before becoming friends with you?

So, uh, don’t be weirded out by the kind of things I can tell you about my past. Even if it seems a lot, all of it is definitely true. 

For example, I was almost kidnapped when I was around 8 or 9 by a random guy, while I was camping with my father. 

My father and my paternal grandmother actually kidnapped me and my brother when I was around two and I stayed with him until the social workers determined that my mother had to raise us again because our well-being and overall life were threatened. 

Lots of events of my life seem far-fetched or out of a movie / a book or something and I had people telling me that I must be lying or that I’m over-exaggerating, something that always hurts deeply.

I’m terribly awkward and more or less openly autistic, so you’re definitely going to notice something different about me. I can’t change for you and I’m not willing to hide my traits only to make you feel more comfortable about frequenting me, so if you can’t handle my socially anxious and disabled ass, then just leave.

I need people to actually tell me what they think or feel. I’m very “first degree” and I’m pretty bad at guessing what people are thinking about. Don’t be afraid to be frank.

Finally, never, and I mean never, infantilize me. I’m a 26 years old woman. I’m not a kid.I’m fine with my friends offering to help or making sure that I’m okay or so, but never assume that I don’t understand something and don’t force your help on me if I say that I’m okay.

That’s it, those who want to take part in this exercise, don’t hesitate!

#tag game #not entirely autism related #suicide mention

[nightowlfandom]

Yandere! Jeon Jungkook Imagine- Because it’s fun...

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

Yandere boys are my favorite...next to tsundere boys...but like Yandere boys are my absolute jam...Also I love that you’ve selected prompts I never used before, or at least haven’t used in a long time! In terms of smut?...I don’t know how much I’ll include but we shall see.

61- No! What are you afraid of?!? Why is it so hard to believe that someone like me could have feelings for you?!?!

75-I bully you because it’s fun, no other reason really.

88- So You didn’t think I’d catch you looking at another guy right in front of me!?!

Okay I’d like to point out that “yandere” will mean that there is mentions of violence, so be aware. Point two, to the kind lad who may stumble across this and jump into my ask box to tell me “how dare you write this, Jungkook would never act this way.” please understand that the majority of my writings are AU based, which means Alternate Universe, which means I know this isn’t how he acts which means shut up and let people enjoy they’re masochistic ways...mkay? With that being said, I know yandere boys are really hit or miss with some people but personally i love them, so I’m going to write them....Now that we have that out of the way...I’m gonna keep the violence to a minimum, and the super violent parts will NOT be directed towards the reader. 

Also if you don’t exclusively state that you want smut then I will imply it , but it won’t actually be written in unless the prompt you’ve selected obviously mentions something fucc. I’m gonna assume violent means sexy shit...soooooo ya

Leggo!.

...

“Ouch!” you jumped as Jungkook flicked your arm. You glared at the dark haired male next to you, silently cursing him to hell under your breath. You looked back down at your book. You felt it again, this time harder.

You ignored it, but rubbed your arm trying to ease the pain. You tried to read the same sentence over again, but to no avail you felt another flick. 

“What the fuck do you want?!” you whipped around and saw the bane of your existence, Jungkook with a shit eating smirk on his face.

“Oh, is something wrong, ugly duckling?” he asked in a baby voice. You almost growled at that stupid nickname you were granted. You ignored him, trying to focus on yet the exact same sentence when you were flicked again.

“Jungkook leave Y/N alone.” Seokjin warned, who had been across to him.

“What, Ugly Duckling doesn’t mind!” Jungkook laughed aloud.

“Yes, I fucking do.” you snapped, looking in his direction. “You keep doing that and it hurts!”

“Oh I’m sorry ugly duckling, are you about to cry?” he laughed. Ironically you wanted to, but now that he mentioned it you sure as hell weren’t going to now.

You let out a dramatic exhale and stared back down at your book. Of course it didn’t help that you all were at a public restaurant and getting into a fight with him wouldn’t do well except get you all kicked out. You shut your book and sighed loudly, you had finished eating anyways and didn’t want to drink like the other boys had. If anything you wanted to go home.

“Hey you guys, I’m gonna turn in, you guys enjoy the rest of your night.” you decided.  You turned towards Jungkook, who was your only obstacle of being able to get up. “Move.”

“Hm? I’m sorry ugly, duckling I don’t believe I heard you.” Jungkook said sweetly.

“I want to get out, so I can go home...and you’re in my way.” You repeated, rolling your eyes. “So could you move?” you dug your nails into the spine of your book. 

“Hm...only if you do something for me first.” he winked.

“Just what the hell might that be?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“You stop acting like you aren’t in love with me...and give your oppa a kiss.” he said, making you choke on the oxygen around you.

“Excuse me?!” you were totally taken aback. You voice grabbed the attention of everyone else sitting at the table. “Who do you think you are!”

“I think I’m Jeon Jungkook...and I asked you to do something.” he smirked. “Tick Tock, Ugly Duckling.”

“Jungkook that’s enough. You’re starting to annoy us now.” Namjoon chimed in. You crossed your arms, waiting for Jungkook to get up so you could get out of the booth. 

“Hm...fine.” he got up which allowed you to be free.

“Finall-” you were taken aback when you felt Jungkook grab your hand and spin you around. The next thing you knew, Jungkook’s face was right in yours. 

“Don’t I get a thank you?” his voice had dropped several octaves.

“You can get a screw you!” you freed yourself from his grasp. “Don’t you ever in your life touch me.”

“Oh Y/N when will you learn, you know deep down you want me.” he sighed, shaking his head. “Always in denial.”

“Just leave me alone.” You began to walk past him, only for him to stick his leg out and cause you to trip. You landed on the floor with a thud and all you could hear was Jungkook’s laughter echoing throughout the restaurant. Luckily not a lot of people were staring, but enough people saw for you to want to curl up and die. You stumbled to your feet, looking at Jungkook again.

“Is something wrong, Ugly Duckling?” he tilted his head to the side. Without another word, you slowly gathered your composure, and turned your back away from him.

You breathed in deeply just as a waiter was about to pass by. 

“May I borrow this?” you pointed to the water pitcher on his tray.

“Oh sure! Did you want more wat-” before he could answer, you have grabbed it. You turned back to face Jungkook.

“As a matter of fact Jungkook, something is very wrong...I’m afraid that you might need a change of clothes after I’m done with you.” you put on the most pleasant smile you could. Before he could reply you had tipped the entire picture of water over his head. 

“YAH!!!” he suddenly shouted, this time grabbing everyone’s attention. You put the pitcher on the table.

“As a matter of fact Jungkook, yes...I change my mind...everything is perfect.”you whipped around and walked out of the restaurant.

This was a common and constant thing. Ever since you met it was like making your life a living hell kept him alive. You were sick of it, but tonight was the last straw. You were infuriated, humiliated and...another word that ended in -ated

...

“Why hello there, Y/N.” a voice caused you to whip around. You were taken aback when you felt a hand go over your mouth and pull you into the nearest alley. You found yourself pushed up against the bricks. Jungkook was staring down at you. “Aw, Did I scare you ugly duckling?”

“What do you want Jungkook.” You sighed. “I see you found a good change of clothes.” you huffed.

“I bet you thought that was funny Ugly Duckling. I should punish you.” he smirked. He slammed his hand on the brick right next to your head. With a smirk on his face, he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. 

“What are you- AAH!” You felt Jungkook bite you. Not a peck on the neck, not even leaving a hickey...not it was more than that. He bit down on your skin, holding the back of your head for anchoring. it was starting to hurt. “S-stop it!” you stomped on his foot, pushing him away from you. Your hand shot to your neck, shaking. 

Jungkook’s smile never left his face. “Something wrong, Ugly Duckling.”

“Y-you stay away from me.” you warned, your hand still shaking. “Y-you just stay over there.”

“Oh, Ugly Duckling, I thought you would have enjoyed my little gift...but anyways I wanted to talk to you about something.” he said.

“Just what the hell could that be.” you snapped.

“Why don’t you finally give in and be mine already.” he walked close to you. You flattened yourself against the wall.

“Why would I ever-”

“Oh come on ugly duckling, I’m serious.” Jungkook shook his head. You paused for a minute, seeing raising an eyebrow. When he didn’t burst into laughter, or make another joke, you knew he actually was serious.

“Excuse me?” you said flatly. “You’re kidding right?”

“...Not really.” Jungkook shook his head. “I mean, it’s not my fault you’re too slow to realize I’m in love with you. I bully you because it’s fun...no other reason really.”

It was your turn to laugh. “You’re kidding me right?” you asked through a fit of laughter. “You must have fallen and hit your head.” you huffed. 

“Ugly duckling, listen-”

“Stop. calling. me. that.” You cut him off. “No, you aren’t in love with me. Maybe you love to torment me and incase you haven’t noticed, those are two very different things.” you replied.

“Oh Ugly duckling, hasn’t anyone ever told you that if someone bullies you, it’s because they like you?” he took a few steps closer again.

“Hasn’t anyone ever told you that statement is absolute bullshit? All you do is bully me, trip me, embarrass me, make me feel like shit so excuse me if I don’t give not one fuck nor one shit about your feelings towards me.” you replied, your voice wavering, you took one look at him then walked away back onto the main sidewalk. “And if it wasn’t made any clearer for you, FUCK YOU!” you shouted behind you. 

Who the hell did he think he was! You let out a low sigh, growling under your breath about the audacity Jungkook had to say something like that to you. Had he gone mad?

....

“We have nothing to talk about!” you yelled, trying to slam the door behind you.

“So you didn’t think I’d catch you looking at some other guy right in front of me?!?!’ he barked, following you. 

“This is MY apartment!” you spat back. “I don’t recall inviting you in!”

“Don’t avoid the subject Y/N! Who was that asshole!”

“First, he bumped into me! Second, why do you care!”

“Well you two SEEMED all buddy buddy! He has his hands all over you!” he snapped.

“HIS HAND WAS ON MY SHOULDER BECAUSE I FELL DOWN! Oh my gosh you snivelling idiot-”

“So are my feelings for you just some fucking laughable cause! Is is really hard to believe than maybe I could feel something for you!”

“Yes. IT. IS!” You began yelling. “You are really starting to piss me off with that!”

“Maybe the only reason it’s hard to believe I love is because no man has ever told you they loved you before!” He snapped. “You just throw the word aside because you don’t believe anyone would want to be with you!”

“...Excuse me?” you said, taking a step back. The words that has come out of Jungkook’s mouth...they hit you like a bullet.

“I’m the first man in your live that has ever told you they were in love with you, that they want to be with you because and you don’t believe me because I make fun of you. Is that it?!?!”

“Jungkook stop.” you said on the brink of tears. Not because you were scared, but because you had a sudden onslaught of emotions you couldn’t contain. You were now confused on your feelings for Jungkook. Even though you should have been! He was right, sure you’ve had boyfriends. However, they’ve never told you they...loved you...at least not verbally.

“No! What are you afraid of?!? Why is is so hard to believe someone like me could have feelings for you!?” he snapped.

“You wanna know what I’m afraid of?” you repeated his question. “All you do is bully me, torment me, make fun of me, call me names, make me feel bad all the time. I’ve seen you get into fights and nearly beat someone to death, So you know what I’m afraid of Jungkook? I’m afraid of YOU!”

Jungkook paused, he saw you were dead serious. “N-no...no you aren’t afraid of me. Y-you can’t be.” he said, mainly to himself. “Fuck!” he began running his hands through his hair. “You c-can’t b-”

“Well I am!” you said lowly. “...I don’t know what your capable of...I don’t want to know and I don’t wanna be the first thing you see when you get angry or upset because I don’t know what you’re gonna do.” you shook your head. 

“You t-think I would...physically harm you?” Jungkook’s eyes went blank. “You think that I would...inflict pa-”

You hand grazed the bite mark on your neck. It had left a pretty bad bruise. It had began to stung, like you felt what Jungkook had in store for you. 

In a swift motion, your back had found a wall.

Oh god not again!

Jungkook had your arms pinned above your head. His knee rested between your legs, seemingly holding you up. 

“I love you god damnit! I love you more than anybody on this entire fucking planet.” he growled. “I could never...I would never-”

“Jungkook what are y-”

Jungkook buried his head into the crook of your neck. You felt something wet and hot trace up your neck and over your ear.

“W-what are you d-”

“You talk too much ugly duckling.” he said into your ear.

You emotions were clouded. All you could really focus on was the feeling of Jungkook’s knee against your clothed heat, that and the pounding in your brain. 

“So I’ve been told.” you trailed off, not really knowing how to respond.

‘Hm...So shut up and let me show you how much I love you then...”

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Riverdale Characters as Tropes (Part I) ⭐️.

Here is a list of the most notable Riverdale characters and their tropes that best describe their character archetypes and personalities. I used tropes from TVTropes.org. Have fun reading!

#1. Archie Andrews (Main Trope: Big Man On Campus AKA BMOC; Secondary Tropes: Chick Magnet, Betty and Veronica, The Ace, Mr. Fanservice, The Hero, Lovable Jock, All-Loving Hero, Action Hero, Nice Guy, All Guys Want Cheerleaders)

Big Man On Campus (BMOC)

Guys want to be him, gals want to be with him. Maybe Even the Guys Want Him. The Big Man on Campus is the most popular guy in the High School. He is handsome, charming, a superb athlete and usually pretty smart and an A student. Unlike his peers Alpha Bitch (who is usually his girlfriend until he realizes how awful she is) and the Jerk Jock (usually his friend until he realizes how awful he is) the Big Man on Campus never bullies anyone: he rules through charisma and general awesomeness rather than fear and manipulation. But like the Lovable Jock (with whom he is often close, if not one and the same), woe to anyone who trifles with him. He'll probably grow up to become The Ace. Sometimes Truth in Television. The Big Man on Campus is very popular in Prep school fiction, as a well-read, handsome, athletic, affable, and articulate man is the epitome of prep. The High School Hustler is occasionally a Big Man, but more often lower on the totem pole. Generally this character is either the protagonist himself, or is the chief love interest in a story about a Cool Loser heroine. He rarely turns up if the story is about male outcasts (as the existence of a benign popular kid makes it harder to use jocks as villains) or about a popular girl (as those sort of stories usually give her an outsider love interest). The Big Man on Campus is Always Male. For a "popular but good hearted" High School female equivalent Spoiled Sweet is the trope of choice. Compare School Idol and Lovable Jock . For settings outside of High School, compare it to Magnetic Hero.

#2. Betty Cooper (Main Trope: Girl Next Door; Secondary Tropes: Tomboy With A Girly Streak, Ambiguous Disorder,  Amateur Sleuth, Beware The Nice Ones, Cute and Psycho, The Smart Girl, Tomboyish Ponytail, Wrench Wench)

Girl Next Door

A Girl Next Door is a character who, it is implied, an "ordinary guy" male protagonist might have known when growing up, and whom he might like without feeling intimidated. She may literally be from the same neighborhood as the hero, or she may just remind him of girls he knew back home. In simpler terms: the feminine equivalent of an "average Joe", in terms of looks and personality. An Average Josephine, if you will. They'll usually embody a "wholesome" sort of femininity, so they're rarely the promiscuous sort, though she might act as a foil to a woman who is. Since the trope is more about her personality, some can be considered knock-outs. In which case, they're likely the local beauty in the neighborhood, or a small town; especially if she's someone like the sassy, hot waitress from the local diner, or the Farmer's Daughter. Among their friends, they're easy to talk to and usually good listeners. But they also tend to be frank about how they see things and expect the same in return. In a Betty and Veronica duo, she's the "Betty". As such, her disposition ranges from even-tempered, to boisterous and, if she's a looker, she usually doesn't flaunt it. That isn't to say, she's incapable of passion; she's just unlikely to be extroverted about it. Girls of this nature will often appear in Harems, usually as the inevitably Unlucky Childhood Friend of the protagonist, or as said above, the "Betty" in a Love Triangle. In non-romantic stories, she'll either be best friends with one of the others, or she may be the Cool Big Sis. The Spear Counterpart, Boy Next Door, is the same, only—you know—male. Often overlaps with One of the Boys. Contrast with Hello, Nurse! and Peerless Love Interest. Also compare The All-American Boy, who might well be her High School Sweetheart.

#3. Veronica Lodge (Main Trope: Tsundere; Secondary Tropes: Lovable Alpha Bitch, Daddys Girl, Girly Girl,  The Beautiful Elite, Spirited Young Lady, Spoiled Sweet, Defrosting Ice Queen, Aloof Dark-Haired Girl, Mafia Princess, Uncle Pennybags, Antagonistic Offspring, The Fashionista, Fallen Princess, The Atoner)

Tsundere

The Japanese term tsundere refers to an outwardly violent character who "runs hot and cold", alternating between two distinct moods: tsuntsun (aloof or irritable) and deredere (lovestruck). The term was originally used to describe characters who began with a harsh outgoing personality, but slowly revealed a soft and vulnerable interior over time, which made this a plot trope as much as it is a character trope. Over the years the character archetype has become flanderized, and is now generically associated with a character who flips between the two emotional states at the slightest provocation, and usually at a specific person rather than a general sociability problem. The former is usually referred as Classic Tsundere and the latter as Modern Tsundere. A tsundere, especially a classic one, is usually a Tomboy with a Girly Streak. Tsunderes are mostly tomboys with hidden girly sides. The tsuntsun can range from the cold "silent treatment" to the hotheaded "kindergartener who pushes you into the sandbox." The reasons behind a Tsundere's behavior vary widely, but usually boil down to the conflict between their feelings of affection towards a love interest, and their reaction to having those feelings. The Tsundere stock characterization is very popular with writers of Romantic Comedy because the conflicts between the two personality facets can be easily utilized to generate both drama and comedy. It also acts as a source of Wish Fulfillment: specifically, the idea that every independent, hardened and just plain jerkish love interest (male or female) has a squishy emotional centre that will embrace you after you crack the outer shell.

Tsundere can be divided into two main categories, depending on their default mood:

Harsh (or Tsun): These Tsundere have tsuntsun as their default mood. It takes someone special to trigger their deredere side. The intensity of the tsuntsun can range from simple grumpy pessimism (Kagami of Lucky Star) to "I must glare and fight my way through life" (Louise of The Familiar of Zero). It's about which part of the tsundere personality is the public face and which the hidden. If the Tsundere is The Rival, she is more likely to be Harsh. Helping a rival out is usually accompanied by a line like "Don't get me wrong, I'm not doing this for you." Harsh types can overlap with a Jerk with a Heart of Gold, but usually not. The moods of a Tsundere tend to switch in reaction to the actions of select people or adverse scenarios; the deredere side usually only comes out when someone has acted in a way to trigger it. A Jerk with a Heart of Gold is jerkish in general regardless of whether the other person is mean or nice, and shows their Hidden Heart of Gold only when the situation warrants, regardless of how the other person had been acting. Male characters in particular should be considered for Jerk with a Heart of Gold status, as arguably because of Double Standards, men are generally that instead of tsundere, although the kuudere subtype is more equally split in gender. Oranyan is sometimes used to refer to a male tsundere character—incorrectly since it means the complete opposite.

Sweet (or Dere): These Tsundere have deredere as their default mood. They are sweet, kind and generous, but just happen to have a hidden violent side as well. Don't confuse the sweet tsundere with Bitch in Sheep's Clothing because in this case, they have a temper almost always triggered by someone or something else, usually a Love Interest. Either they have Belligerent Sexual Tension, are an Accidental Pervert, or just have no idea how to handle feelings of love and attraction. In some cases, an Armoured Closet Gay character may act like a Tsundere to mask their feelings for the object of their same-sex affection. May also overlap with Violently Protective Girlfriend if her Love Interest is threatened or in danger. Sweet types should not be confused with a Yandere. If a Sweet Tsundere were really convinced that their Love Interest didn't want them, they would revert back to the deredere side and probably enter an I Want My Beloved to Be Happy phase, while Yanderes are Not Good with Rejection at all and have been known to get downright murderous under such circumstances.

See also the Analysis page for more detailed information on common "strategies" employed by Tsunderecharacters, and other, related topics. This site has an explanation on the appeal of the Tsundere character. A common way of showing that a Tsundere has mellowed or has had her heart won over by the Love Interestis to have her shift from Harsh to Sweet. If her motivations are inquired, she will often engage in a Suspiciously Specific Denial, complete with a Luminescent Blush and total evasion of eye contact (cue the squeaks of Moe). When paired with a Jerk with a Heart of Gold, together they produce Belligerent Sexual Tension. If done poorly, the result is an Unintentionally Unsympathetic Jerk Sue. Compare with Well, Excuse Me, Princess!, Jerkass, and Jerk with a Heart of Gold. Contrast with Sour Outside, Sad Inside, which shares the spiky exterior but has depression and self-doubt rather than kindness hiding underneath. When Flanderized tends to overlap with Mood-Swinger. Also see Don't You Dare Pity Me! and Anger Born of Worry; both of them likely actions with this character type. Aloof Ally may show the same hot-and-cold behavior but for differing reasons. Shana Clone is a specific subtrope with a particular set of characteristics. Because of their low tolerance for stupidity, they are always Enraged by Idiocy. Please do not confuse this trope with a Mood-Swinger, who flips between all the emotional states (not just tsuntsun and deredere) and is more of an inherent mental problem encompassing more than just their romantic life. Also don't confuse with Playing Hard to Get, where a love interest deliberately chooses not to reciprocate her pursuer's interest until she's sure he's hooked. Psychologically, tsundere-like behavior could be an example of "splitting", a maladaptive coping mechanism wherein a person alternately idealizes and undervalues others, including potential romantic partners. This trope is Older Than Dirt, dating back to at least ancient Mesopotamia.

#4. Jughead Jones III (Main Trope: Jerk With A Heart Of Gold; Secondary Tropes: Big Eater, Beware The Quiet Ones, The Cynic, Byronic Hero, Deadpan Snarker, Good Is Not Nice, Good Is Not Soft, Cool Crown Hat, Loners Are Freaks, Wrong Side Of The Tracks, Lower Class Lout, Face Of A Thug)

Jerk With A Heart Of Gold (JWAHOG)

A person you would expect to be a big Jerkass has some redeeming qualities behind their tough demeanor. Occasionally, they'll try to make it a Hidden Heart of Gold. In a romance series, a female character filling this role is usually a Tsundere instead (occasionally she's both). A male version is usually Troubled, but Cute, and his heart of gold should never outweigh his inner jerk because All Girls Want Bad Boys, though it can if Single Woman Seeks Good Man. If his jerkishness threatens to overshadow his good qualities, he's likely to attract a Love Martyr. Sometimes Truth in Television, though you can expect Real Life examples of this to be far more subtle than fictional ones. Often this is Played for Laughs, but not always. They are just as common in drama, suspense, horror and other genres as they are in comedy. One reason for this is that they make an convenient Plot Device. After all, the supposed jerkass turning out to save the family from their real stalker, instead of being said stalker, can be a source of Heartwarming Moments when done right. If he's a manly-man who pursues an unexpectedly delicate hobby, it may be a case of Real Men Wear Pink. Audiences may also sympathize more with the JWAHOG if he's shown to frequently have a good reason to act angry or annoyed. Even the most patient of souls can only endure being the Only Sane Man when they're Surrounded by Idiots for so long, after all. One or two Pet the Dog moments scattered around for character depth does not grant a heart of gold. A true JWAHOG has many Pet the Dog moments. Or maybe those moments are rare, but powerful. Or maybe they skew more toward the "Jerk" part but start making a point of showing the "Heart of Gold" part following a Jerkass Realization. Either way, ultimately they manage to balance out the jerk in them. If it doesn't balance out, they're just a regular jerkass, or worse, a Jerk with a Heart of Jerk. Not to be confused with a certain jerk whose spaceship is named "The Heart of Gold." Even if he is an example. Or a group of people who helped defend the Heart of Gold, even though — again — they include at least two examples. Compare/contrast with Hidden Heart of Gold, Bitch in Sheep's Clothing, Noble Demon, Bruiser with a Soft Center, Hero with an F in Good, Innocently Insensitive, Aww, Look! They Really Do Love Each Other, and Sour Outside, Sad Inside. Sometimes subverted as Jerk with a Heart of Jerk. The Lovable Alpha Bitch is a frequent Distaff Counterpart of the frequently male Jerk with a Heart of Gold. Any Nice Guy have a complete heart of gold while the trope on this page tends to vary between this trope and the former troupe. The Lancer and Loveable Rogue are often, but not always, portrayed in this light. One half of the Belligerent Sexual Tension couple. Also compare Good Is Not Nice. Truth in Television: Most of the jerks you'll meet in your life will have some redeeming qualities to them. Few people are such jerks that they don't care about anyone, and cynical people tend to handle bad situations better, so having one as a friend can be useful when things go downhill.

#5. Cheryl Blossom (Main Trope: Alpha Bitch; Secondary Tropes: Academic Alpha Bitch, Rich Bitch, Spoiled Brat, The Cheerleader, Bratty Teenage Daughter, Clingy Jealous Girl, Lipstick Lesbian, Pet The Dog, Lady In Red)

Alpha Bitch

Take your typical setting involving teenagers—say, a High School—wait an establishing scene or two or three, and there she is. See that attractive blonde cheerleader looking down her nose (often literally) and sneering at the frumpy girl in glasses? That's her. Often times, she is the authority of the cheerleading squad and decides who's on and off the squad. After all, who needs a coach? The villainess of many a Teen Drama, the Alpha Bitch is the Distaff Counterpart to the Jerk Jock, and usually his girlfriend;note what he does with his fists, she does with a sharp tongue and sharper manipulation. She is often surrounded by a fawning Girl Posse who suck up to her and act as her faithful minions. She's very likely to be a Narcissist, a Drama Queen, a fashionista, a Valley Girl, a Bratty Teenage Daughter, a Daddy's Girl, an Attention Whore, and/or a Proud Beauty. She's also usually the scion of a wealthy and influential family, the star of the school or head sister of the influential college sorority house, thus providing her a network of local celebrity, influence and wealth to exploit. She's also quite the seductress, and consequently, all the boys fight amongst themselves—sometimes literally—to be her oppressed boyfriend. And to top it off, she's also very good-looking. All this leaves her with the belief that she can do whatever she likes without consequences. Unfortunately, she's often right; the Powers That Be are not immune to her family's wealth, connections, and influence, and they can and will be corrupted or coerced into overlooking her bad behavior. Her natural enemy is the Cool Loser heroine. Whenever their eternal, jealousy-fueled struggle over possessions, boyfriends, and status is sparked anew, quarter will neither be asked for nor given. Usually the Veronica in a Betty and Veronica situation, if she's even presented as a love interest at all. Frequently on the Snob end of Slobs vs. Snobs. It's a Costume Party, I Swear!, the Prank Date, and the Party Scheduling Gambit are just some of the many nasty tricks she plays. Often receives her comeuppance at the hands of a member of her own Girl Posse in a Backstabbing the Alpha Bitch moment, or when the Cool Loser fights back (sometimes with an Engineered Public Confession). Normally joined by a Beta Bitch who assists her in her various cruel deeds. If given some Character Development, she will become a Defrosting Ice Queen and grow into a Spoiled Sweet, or a Lovable Alpha Bitch. This trope is probably so common because everyone who wasn't homeschooled knew someone like this... or was one. It self-perpetuates because girls who want to be popular will copy what works on TV. They might even become the mask.

Most examples fall into one of two types:

Aggressive: Despite being a not-too-bright, outwardly rude, bullying, mean-spirited excuse for a human, she will somehow still be the most popular girl in school, making her a weird mix of Card-Carrying Villainand Villain with Good Publicity. She may be manipulative from time to time, but the way she acts, it's a wonder people fall for her tricks. Usually, she will have a 0% Approval Rating, but even that won't be enough to stop her. Done poorly, she can break the Willing Suspension of Disbelief, but done well she can be used to show how masochistic teenagers can be, out of a need for acceptance and attraction towards people they perceive as powerful. Unlikely to be a Fille Fatale, she's too outwardly mean for that. But who knows, if All Men Are Perverts, they might overlook her personality in favor of looks. Common in Kid Comsand shows with Black and White Morality because she's a rather unambiguous character. This does not mean she is necessarily a Flat Character. She may in fact be Sour Outside, Sad Inside. Compare The Bully and The Lad-ette.

Passive-Aggressive: A smarter, more adroit version of the first type, she is often adept at putting on a friendly facade, all the better for her to lull the unwary into letting their guard down. Though sometimes Book Dumb out of a lack of interest in academics, she is usually of about average or greater intelligence, because maintaining her status requires some level of cleverness. Her beta is usually a good-naturedDumb Blonde, Brainless Beauty, or Asian Airhead for contrast. Very often a Fille Fatale, or if she's older, a Femme Fatale. Often, even she is just as oblivious to her inner nature as everyone else is, and thinks of herself as much like the way she presents herself to others. A Heel Realization may cause her to change her ways. Or she might be knowingly and unrepentantly evil and just knows how to hide it from others.

If she's not the cheerleader type with the fake smile, but is the (usually) unglamorous girl who will fight to be the best in her class, she's the Academic Alpha Bitch. Though almost always a she, rare male Alpha Bitches (called Alpha Bastards) do exist, but they're just that — rare. They're distinct from the Jerk Jock in that they're mainly catty and manipulative, rather than physically threatening. Not to be confused with the Prison Alpha Bitch, found exclusively in women's jail, whose methods of bullying are much more brutal and whose goal isn't social status but outright dominance. The reason this character type is hated more than other Jerkass characters may have to do with her privelege and looks, see also Jerk Sue. Contrast Unpopular Popular Character.

#6. Kevin Keller (Main Trope: Gay Best Friend; Secondary Tropes: Camp Gay, Adorkable, All Gays Love Theater, All Gays Are Promiscuous, Gay Guy Seeks Popular Jock)

Gay Best Friend

The Gay Best Friend exists mostly to add variety, funny mannerisms and cheap laughs to an otherwise all-straight story and sometimes shows of political correctness. The GBF may talk about sex a lot, but is seldom depicted as having any, because too many viewers would find that disturbing. Either he has no love life to speak of (which never seems to bother him), or it's forever offscreen, only discussed with the heroine over brunch at some pretentious cafe. As modern society grows increasingly comfortable with gay people, fiction is slowly seeing more well-rounded gay supporting characters with onscreen love lives, whose sexuality is incidental to the character. In fiction the most common use of this trope is a male GBF to a straight female protagonist but other permutations are very slowly beginning to appear.

#7. Toni Topaz (Main Trope: Biker Babe; Secondary Tropes: Bi The Way, You Gotta Have Blue Hair, The Ladette, Butch Lesbian, But Not Too Black, Twofer Token Minority, Tank-Top Tomboy, One Of The Boys)

Biker Babe

Women who operate fast vehicles are apparently attractive. Maybe it's the Action Girl in the tight leather. Also includes car drivers and female pilots. Compare and contrast Hood-Ornament Hottie. The two are similar, but a Biker Babe actually rides the bike and often wears outfits which are a little more conducive to road safety. (Although the page image is an exception.) May deliver a "Samus Is a Girl" reveal, if she wears a full helmet and doesn't wear her leathers skintight. Essentially the Distaff Counterpart to Badass Biker, in that she won't be a pushover if things get messy, although she may be less aggressively badass than he is. Will likely induce a Hello, Nurse! effect on nearby males, and maybe some Stupid Sexy Flanders from a nearby female. See also Badass Driver. If you have a team composed entirely of Biker Babes, you get Amazon Brigade.

#8. Josie McCoy (Main Trope: Idol Singer; Secondary Tropes: The Prima Donna, Sassy Black Woman, Quirky Curls, Face Of The Band, Black Best Friend)

Idol Singer

A wildly popular trope in fiction about Japanese Pop Music is the "Idol Singer" — a teenage or early twenty-something (NEVER over 25) female performer, chosen for her cute and attractive image and sunny personality more than for her actual singing ability (though having actual talent underneath is not completely out of the rule). Idol Singers are recruited by multi-level audition processes, manufactured and managed by Japanese media companies, and ruthlessly discarded after a few years of cranking out formulaic hits. Over the past decade there has been a shift towards "mega-groups" that can have over one hundred members, with the lead spots on songs and choreography going to the most popular performers. Sometimes, Idol singers don't actually sing (like Milli Vanilli). Most are tightly controlled by their producers and expected to maintain a public image of purity and innocence: for example, their contracts may include an article of her not being allowed to engage in anyintimate activities. While this level of control has loosened somewhat with the growing impact of social media, which allows idols to interact with fans more casually, as well as a Japanese court decision that effectively rendered the "No Dating" clauses of Idol contracts unenforceable (it's still very in-force in Korea, however), the industry has been slow to overturn its most problematic and exploitative elements. Naturally, every Japanese schoolgirl dreams of becoming one. Those who used to be one are often Broken Birds. Thanks to the Disney Channel, American Idol, and The X Factor, this trope is also prevalent in the West, where it often overlaps with the Teen Idol. If she's a villain in a Superhero or Magic Idol Singer show, she's an Evil Diva.

Look for Part II!

#archie andrews #betty cooper #veronica lodge #jughead jones #cheryl blossom #toni topaz #kevin keller #josie mccoy #riverdale

[raccoonsinqueen]

My Little Princess - Part 2

♚ MobFell Papyrus X Reader, it’s gonna be straight up textbook Yandere with a little Tsundere if you’re picking up what I’m throwing out that window.

♚ Big shock Pap is super evil.

♚ MORE from @skelltales​ YANJAZZ. 

♚ tHIS IS IT

♚ Just like how Mobtale!Papyrus is more mature than Papyrus, Mobfell!Papyrus is more mature than Underfell!Papyrus.

You were beginning to see maybe Papyrus wasn’t as nice as you thought he was.

 When you had came to him in your time of need, Papyrus was eager to help... After he pushed you to admit you were wrong and he was right. But that hadn’t mattered. After all, what’s a little humility when here he was, offering to pay for your living expenses and housing!

 He took you down the hall, leading you by hand, and you quickly realized how minimalistic he lived. There was not a decoration in sight, even when you passed what you thought could’ve been his bedroom. Everything was there if and only if it had a distinct function, which seemed to just include lights and locked doors.

 That was until he stopped in front of a pastel pink door.

 “THIS,” He opened the out-of-place door and put his hand on your lower back to guide you inside, as if you’d get lost or go the other direction if he didn’t. Or as if you’d start running away. “IS YOUR ROOM.”

 You immediately could tell a difference between the room and the rest of his home. Everything was bright with soft colors; the ceiling, the furniture, the walls. Surprisingly, there were no windows, save for one that looked like it had been drawn on with chalk. The bed was big, soft, and a plush purple. There was a vanity along a dresser with various kinds of makeups scattered along its exterior. The closet seemed to be already filled with exclusively frilly dresses, and there was a single box at the very end of the room labeled “TOY BOX”. Across from the closet, there was what looked like a side door that lead to a bathroom.

 “.... My room?” You looked around, your tears being dried as you slowly pulled yourself out of self loathing. “Did this... used to be a child’s room?”

 Papyrus seemed to falter for a second. “A-A CHILD?”

 “Yeah... I mean, with the toy box, the chalk window, the bright colors... I mean, I only assumed-”

 “YES.” He stated, interrupting you. “A CHILD USED TO LIVE HERE.”

 You drew one of the dresses out just a bit. It seemed to be your size?

 “AN UNUSUALLY LARGE CHILD.”

 “Oh...”

 “DO YOU...” You noticed Papyrus getting more nervous. It always melted your heart when he got like that, almost like it’s a reminder that even tall, edgy monsters like him get insecure. “...NOT LIKE IT? I thought girls liked this sort of thing...”

 That last part you almost didn’t hear, but it made you chuckle nonetheless. It’s also a nice reminder that he’s not as knowledgeable about certain things as much as he pretends to be. “You’re so funny, Papyrus!” You’re laughter seemed to warm up your skeletal friend’s cheekbones. You were still curious though as to who lived here before you, though. “It’s fine, I like it! Besides, I can’t afford to be picky when I’m... When you’re...”

 “GIVING YOU EVERYTHING?”

 Oh geez, you didn’t like it when he put it like that.

 “RIGHT?”

 “R-right...” You held your breath for a second. “Papyrus... Is there anything I can do to make this up to you? I feel just awful taking advantage of you like this... Anything at all?”

 Papyrus’ breath hitched anytime you said anything , but you just ignored it. “WELL... I SUPPOSE I WOULDN’T MIND A SMALL TOKEN OF GRATITUDE FOR MY EFFORTS...”

 You smiled. Now you’re getting somewhere. “Anything you ask as much as I am able, you name it!”

 “YOU...” He started to heat up a deep shade of ruby as he looked off to the side, “YOU COULD... YOU COULD BE M-MY... . . . Y-YOU COUL-LD GIV-VE YOUR-RSELF... . . .”

 You listened intently. You were sure asking for help is hard for him. Afterall, it was hard for you. You set your hands down on his, and almost immediately he blurted out an answer.

 “ MAKE ME COOKIES! ”

 Whoa, that was loud. You had to slam your eyes shut and reopen them just to regain focus. But once you did, you smiled bright and happy. “Easy Peasy! Consider it done!”

 Papyrus put his skull into his hands and exhaled, “YES. MAKE ME COOKIES. THAT’S WHAT I WAS GOING TO ASK.”

 “What kind would you like?” You tilted your head. “I’m not the best cook in the world, but I’m not the worst either.”

 “OF COURSE YOU’RE NOT THE BEST, I’M THE BEST.” Papyrus was a chef? How curious! You didn’t know this! But before you could even question it, he moved on. “I SUPPOSE I HAVE A RATHER FONDNESS FOR OATMEAL...”

 You snorted, “Oatmeal? The most boring flavor?”

 His head zipped towards you, “IT IS MOST DEFINITELY NOT BORING! YOU SPEAK BLASPHEMY!”

 His genuine and exaggerated demeanor left you rolling with laughter, “Hahaha! Oh my goodness!”

 “TH-THEY-” He was getting less irritated and more embarrassed as your laughter pressed on. “THEY CAN HAVE DINOSAUR EGGS IN THEM, THAT’S THE LEAST BORING THING!”

 HRK-! The kid’s dinosaur eggs oatmeal! Oh geez, THAT was funny!

 But you had to stay strong and keep it in, because you knew if you busted out into laughter it would only hurt his feelings. “Ha... Alright, alright, fair enough...” He seemed triumphant over your fold, as if he won you over with his intellect alone. “I’ll make you oatmeal cookies with the dinosaur eggs, if you bring me the ingredients. I’ll have to go to the kitchen to bake them in the oven though...”

 “NO NEED.” He held up his hand as he pulled out a phone. “I’LL ARRANGE FOR AN OVEN TO BE MOVED HERE. THAT WAY, YOU NEVER HAVE TO LEAVE THE ROOM.”

 “Oh!” You said. “You don’t have to worry about doing anything like that! It’s okay, I want to leave the room! I’d love to see more of the house, if you didn’t mind...”

 “I WOULD MIND.” You were startled by his forwardness, but he just kept talking like it was the most nonchalant thing to say. “BESIDES, YOU WOULDN’T LIKE WALKING ALL THE WAY TO THE KITCHEN EVERYDAY, YOU’D GET TIRED OUT.”

 ... How far away was his kitchen? Wait... “Everyday? You’d like me to make cookies for you everyday?”

 Papyrus raised a bonebrow at this, “YOU BELIEVE IT IS TOO MUCH TO HANDLE?”

 “No no! Not at all!” You smiled. “In fact, I’m glad! It’s the least I can do to repay my debt...”

 Papyrus hummed to himself, turning a little redder at your statement. “... AS YOU SHOULD FEEL...”

 And so you did make cookies for Papyrus. He installed a pastel mint colored oven in your room and gave you the supplies you needed. Unfortunately, Papyrus wasn’t there for you when you made it, he seemed to be rather busy all the time with his job... But you did the job without a complaint since it seemed to be the only way you could repay him, and he seemed to enjoy them considering he described them as “RATHER ADEQUATE”. That’s about as good as the compliments get when it comes to him.

 As the days went on, you fell into a rather comfortable routine. Papyrus was a very punctual man, and demanded that, as long as you live with him, you would be too. 8:00 AM on the dot he would expect you to be awake, dressed, and prepared to greet him at the door. He was very particular about this, which you found strange, but you did as he asked. One time, you purposefully slept in to see what he’d do, and after knocking on the door loudly a couple of times and shouting your name, he rammed the door down with an expression you could only describe as a mixture between rage and... panic? The moment his eyes laid on you, lying sleepy in your bed, he’s expression cooled to a sigh of relief, but only for a second. After that cool relief, he was back to his frustrated lecturing. He talked your ear off for two hours about the importance of punctuality, or at least being not as negligent and oblivious as to not even answer him when he calls out to you.

 At this time is when he brings you coffee from that coffee shop you two went to so often. Oh, when you catch the smell of the delicious beverage, you always feel prone to wanting to sit in the aesthetically pleasing cafe. But whenever you mention it, Papyrus always seems to distract you with something else... He also brings you breakfast and a packed lunch as well. The contents always include “THE EXACT NUTRITIONAL NEEDS FOR A LITTLE GIRL SUCH AS YOURSELF!” It usually consisted of a croissant or a bagel, some margarine, a piece of fruit, and a glass of water. Whenever you wanted something else, as long as it wasn’t bad for you, he’d go out and buy it for you the next day.

 8:30 AM was when Papyrus had to leave for work. He’d lightly clack his teeth on your forehead, and then head out the door without another word. One morning, right before he was about to leave, you asked him what he worked as.

 “MY EMPLOYMENT?” Papyrus seemed... colder at this.

 You nodded, “I’ve always been curious! You’re so busy all the time, rushing around and all...”

 A shiver crawled down your spine at the expression Papyrus gave you. You had never seen him look at you like that... Save for the time you refused to apologize at your old work place. It made you feel... Bad. “ YOU DO NOT NEED TO KNOW. ” His tone was biting, almost venomous.

 “I-I....” You looked down. You wanted to cry.

 You heard him sigh in resignation, before you felt his gloved hands trace your jawline. “I... I’M A CONTRACTOR. OF SORTS. THERE, HAPPY?”

 You looked up at him. His features had softened. You smiled, gratefully, and nodded.

 “GOOD.” He crossed his arms. “DO NOT ASK ME ANY OTHER QUESTIONS ABOUT MY WORK. THE ONLY THING YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT IS YOUR PRACTICE, UNDERSTOOD?”

 “Right.” You affirmed, and he smiled at that. It was nice seeing his rare smiles.

 “GOOD LITTLE GIRL.” He pet the top of your head, before placing a mock kiss on your forehead. “I’M LEAVING NOW.”

 “Have a good day!” You called out, watching him leave.

 He didn’t respond, but you saw the smile tug on his face and the warmth in his features.

 Papyrus wouldn’t return from work until 7:00 PM later that night, with dinner. One would expect that you’d get bored from the ten hours you had all by yourself, but you surprisingly kept yourself busy. The toy box you had on hand was luckily not just there for show, but instead was filled with all kinds of entertaining things. There was an easel and paints, a drawing pad with colored pens, an assortment of different instruments ranging from a small harp to a flute, a jump rope, chalk, multiple notebooks with pencils, a few colored balls, many many puzzles, an assortment of different kinds of books ranging from textbooks to fantasy novels, and a pair of dancing shoes. Not to mention, if you ever wanted any more “toys”, Papyrus would hand them over in a heartbeat.

 You were a particular fan of the books he gave you, and you were always overjoyed when he’d bring a new one home. You loved learning new things when it came to nonfiction, like one that taught you the biology of arthropods or the one that taught you how to read topographic maps. You also quite enjoyed reading the nonfiction stories very much, your favorite genre being fantasy! Your favorite book had to be one about a girl who was forced to live with a terrible beast, only to find out he was actually very kind and the two fell in love. There was also a romance book you rather quite enjoyed, but after you expressed to Papyrus your admiration for the main love interest, the book mysteriously disappeared.

 While you did enjoy many of the different items you had, there were two things that Papyrus required from you. Number one was that by 7:00 PM you have a batch of cookies made ready for him. You liked to surprise him with a new flavor every time, but it was never really much of a surprise since he provided the ingredients. And number two was that you practice dance. You had never really been particularly extraordinary at dancing before, but Papyrus demanded that you get at least some form of exercise everyday and that this “WAS THE EASIEST WAY!” To prove you had been keeping up with your dance practice, he’d make you learn a new one everyday, and show off that dance with him in the evening. You were shocked to find out how good of a dancer he was, but you mostly peeved because he just spent the entire time critiquing your dance skills. You were pretty sure he just chose dancing as a form of exercise only because he wanted to dance with you, anyway, so why’d he have to point out everything you did wrong as well?

 Oh, well. You enjoyed it, he enjoyed it, so you were just fine with this.

 But something... was missing.

 It had been at least a couple weeks since you really got comfortable with your routine. You noticed that something was aching in you. What was wrong? You had everything you could want? Food, clothes, entertainment, a soft bed, working air conditioning, what else were you missing? Maybe you could ask for Papyrus’ advice when he gets home...

 Man, Papyrus really didn’t show up often... Only for about thirty minutes in the morning and then maybe an hour or two at night... You missed him.

 ...

 You didn’t just miss him! You missed your friends, you missed making friends, you missed the people you were able to work for, you even missed being able to talk on the tele with your family when you could, you missed people in general ! That’s what it was! You were lonely !

 It seemed the only times you lived for were when Papyrus came in, and that was soooo far and few inbetween... Well, that’s alright! You’ll just go out and take a walk! Let’s just grab some shoes and...

 Huh. You never noticed before, but Papyrus never gave you any shoes.

 Oh, well. That didn’t matter anyway, you were lonely enough to go on a walk with no shoes on. Besides, you were sure it wasn’t too cold outside.

 You quickly stumbled over to the door, excited to finally get out of this stuffy room. You hadn’t realized it, but you really hadn’t left that room since you came to Papyrus! How nice it will be to finally get some fresh air. There wasn’t even a real window in this room, for heaven’s sake! Now, let you just...

 You wiggled the door knob. It wouldn’t budge.

 Was it stuck? Surely, he wouldn’t have... You started frantically budging it back and forth.

 It was...

 Locked.

 Locked!?

 Oh, boy. Oh, boy... This had to be some kind of a misunderstanding! There’s no way he’d keep you here against your will , right? Right? Of course, not! Papyrus was a little rough around the edges, but he was kind to you! He even let you stay with him in his home! Granted, he’s been pushing you to do that since the beginning... But he comforted you when you had lost everything! Granted, that was after he pushed you to wrongfully admit an apology... But!

 But he was Papyrus ! Secretly-kind, awkward, shy, tsundere Papyrus! How could he, lover of the oatmeal with little dinosaur eggs in it, keep you here against your will? He was your friend! Papyrus, the blunt, easily-frustrated, prideful, ... mysterious, quick to anger, ... harsh, demanding, tyrannical.... best friend you know and love?

 You blinked. Now that you think of it... There was something off about him... You know monsters usually tend to be a little more hostile than humans, it’s just apart of their culture, but hostile isn’t the only word you’d describe Papyrus as. It’s almost like things just... fall perfectly into place for him?

 You shook your head. No! Don’t start thinking like that! This was obviously just one big mistake, he accidentally left the door locked, and that’s it! Just wait until he comes back. You’ll see. You’ll explain the situation, he’ll realize his mistake and probably get a little flustered about it, and then take you out with him on a walk himself. Just wait....

 And so you did. Your nerves wouldn’t calm down, you couldn’t even think about practicing your daily dance, you could only pace back and forth, reassuring yourself that your close friend would be here soon.

 Finally, at 6:30 PM, you sat yourself on your bed and just stared at the clock, waiting impatiently for 7:00 PM to come.

 6:40 PM. On the one hand, you were nerve wracked at the thought of him coming home. What if your worst fears were realized? What if he... ! No! Don’t think like that!

 6:50 PM. Everything was going to be fine! Why were you so nervous? You know Papyrus, he’s like a sea urchin, spiky on the outside, soft on the inside. Of course, some sea urchin are venomous... Nope! No, it’s all going to be alright!

 6:55 PM. Why did you keep having to reassure yourself? Was your subconscious trying to tell you something? Were you just being paranoid?

 6:59 PM. What if he never came home? What if you were stuck here forever?

 7:00 PM. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

 You made a beeline to the door, grabbing it and swinging it open. You didn’t even wait a second before you collapsed into your spiky friend’s embrace.

 “Y-Y/N?” He stumbled over his words. See? There was no way someone who gets flustered over a hug could keep somebody against their will.

 “Papyrus! It’s so good to see you, I missed you so much!” You exclaimed, looking up to him. “I’ve been waiting for you all day!”

 “Y-YOU-?” Papyrus swallowed, his expression brightening and brightening with that bright red color. “-I...” He cleared his throat. “... I DON’T-”

 “Papyrus, the door... It was locked!” You expressed your worries in a single breath, waiting for him to realize his mistake and let the relief wash over you.

 The ruby, conflicted expression Papyrus wore was wiped away with a look of shock, then... cool calculation. You didn’t really fancy the later of his expressions. “YOU... TRIED TO LEAVE.”

 “I wanted to go on a walk...” You stepped back. Why did it feel like you said something wrong? He wasn’t...

 “YOU CAN WALK IN HERE.” He stepped forward. “I MADE SURE THERE WAS PLENTY OF ROOM.”

 You took a step back, you could feel your heartbeat picking up. “I-I needed the fresh air...”

 He took another step forward. “THE AIR SEEMS FINE IN HERE.”

 “I’m-!” You took another step back, but you stumbled back onto your bed, making your height difference even more apparent. “Papyrus, I want to go outside!”

 “...” His breath was controlled... too controlled, almost as if he was forcing it to be that way. “NO.”

 “Wh-!”

 “YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED OUTSIDE.”

 Not? Allowed? A rush of rage clouded your judgement for a brief moment, “What do you mean I’m not allowed ?!”

 “IT MEANS YOU ARE NOT GOING OUTSIDE , Y/N.” His eye sockets were stern and unchanging.

 You stood up, angrily, your face heating up with conniption. “Who are you to tell me what I can and can’t do?!”

 “YOUR CARETAKER.” He replied with an unusual amount of calmness. Like the calm before the storm. “THE ONE WHO FEEDS YOU, CLOTHES YOU, GIVES YOU ENTERTAINMENT, COMFORT, AND GUIDANCE.”

 You recoiled with distaste. That’s what he thought he was to you? A... caretaker? Like a pet owner? You shook your head, “I don’t... I...”

 “WELL?” He mockingly grabbed squeezed your cheeks together, a twisted smile on his face. “AM I WRONG?”

 You smacked his hand aways, your rage building once more. “It’s not like I’m not grateful for what you’ve done for me, but you don’t have ownership over me! You can’t tell me what to do!”

 “AFTER ALL I’VE DONE FOR YOU , YOU STILL CONTINUE TO SPAT MY HARD WORK BACK AT MY FACE?” His venomous words made you wince.

 “I’m not spatting anything!” You hissed. “I’m asking for common decency !”

 “AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO DESERVE THIS COMMON DECENCY , HMM?”

 You faltered, and Papyrus seemed to receive some kind of sick enjoyment over seeing you stumble.

 “YOU’VE DONE NOTHING . SO YOU WILL DO NOTHING , UNLESS I SAY SO.”

 You flinched, flabbergasted at his sudden cruelty. You knew Papyrus was a lot of things, but you didn’t think truly cruel was one of them...

 “You... You’re right...” Papyrus’ smirk grew wider with triumphant, but you weren’t done yet. “I’ve taken advantage of you, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

 His grin faltered, “IT’S NOT-”

 “But I won’t do it anymore. I’ll pay you back for everything. But I’m not staying here anymore.” You pushed passed him, and began walking towards the exit, but you were stopped by the claws of what you once considered your closest friend.

 He grabbed your wrist and easily, but painfully, tossed you onto the bed.

 “Ow-! Hey, Papyrus-?!”

 “ Y O U . ” His voice sent your skin crawling as you pushed yourself back as far as you could away from the monster. “ A R E   N O T   L E A V I N G .” He grabbed you by your ankle and dragged you towards him, despite your protest. Without a second thought, he grabbed your wrist and threw you into the bathroom before slamming the door.

 “Wha-?” You went to try and open the knob, but, alas, it too was locked. “Hey! Papyrus!”

 “IF YOU ARE GOING TO ACT LIKE A CHILD, THEN YOU WILL BE TREATED AS A CHILD. YOU CAN COME OUT WHEN YOU REGAIN YOUR SENSE OF SELF.”

 “PAPYRUS!” You slammed on the door, repeatedly, “YOU CAN’T-!” But you fell back when you heard one loud BAM on the door.

 “ YOU ARE TO STAY SILENT UNTIL I RETURN! ” He erupted, startling you out of your skin. “NOBODY WILL HEAR YOU, ANYWAYS...”

 That statement alone sent you into panic. Nobody will hear you because nobody’s around, nobody will look for you because nobody knows your gone, nobody will find you because Papyrus, your best friend, has kidnapped you. You are utterly and completely alone .

 “GOOD.” He took your silence for obedience, which made you want to spat it back in his face. “I WILL BE BACK TOMORROW. IF YOU’RE A GOOD GIRL, I’LL LET YOU-”

 You started to cry. This seemed to make Papyrus hesitate.

 “...” You could tell he was debating something within himself. So... he does have a conscience... you could use this... “I... I’LL BE BACK LATER TONIGHT...”

 And with that, he stomped away.

 It must’ve been only a few hours while you cried to yourself. Who was this monster you had grown to love, and why had he betrayed you so much? Did he plan this from the beginning? The robbing, the unfortunate events, the fire ? All so you would come running to him? His own manipulation twisting you into being his... being his doll! You couldn’t stand it, what you thought he was and how he tricked you! But you would never truly know how much he did nor how much he did not.

 All you felt now is that you wanted to sleep....

 Sleep......

 S l e e p . . . . . .

  You were awaken by a knock on the door. It was gentle, quieter than you ever heard him knock before.

 “Y/N?” He said, carefully. “HAVE YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON?”

 What time was it? It had to be sometime way early. Or late.

 “ Y/N. ” Papyrus’ voice was more insistent this time.

 “I-I...” You cleared your throat. “I have...”

 You heard the sigh of relief beyond the door, before it opened up before you. Papyrus was casting his eyesockets to the side, but opening the door far enough for you to come through.

 You stood up shakily, shying away from the monster. He stood back from the door to allow you to come through, which you did as you kept your eyes on him.

 “YOU...” He cleared his throat, before sitting down on a chair he pulled up. The room was dimly lit, you could tell, since the only light source seemed to be a few candles he put out. “UNDERSTAND WHY I DID THIS, CORRECT?”

 For only a brief second you saw the door, before your eyes immediately fell back to your captor to not raise suspicion.

 It was wide open.

 You thought carefully, very carefully, more carefully than you ever have. You thought back to your hugs to him, what made him flush, what made him nice. You only had one shot, this was it. Time to play the role of his doll.

 You took a sheepish step forward towards him, before you became a little bolder, stepping right in between his legs. Once again, even sitting he was taller than you. His expression shifted from guilt to surprise at you boldness, and he complexion turned a bright crimson as you draped your arms around his vertebrae. “I think... I think I might know why...”

 “I-I... I DID IT TO PROTECT YOU.” He quickly looked away from you. You could feel the heat off his face. “I DON’T WANT TO LOSE YOU, I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE TO HOLD YOU, I WANT YOU TO BE MINE . MY LITTLE HUMAN, MY LITTLE GIRL , MY LITTLE... P R I N C E S S . ”

 “I... see...” That’s all you could say, how could you say anything to that?

 “I-I-” He swallowed at his own openness, his crimson coloring turning a bright pink. “I KNOW YOU MIGHT BE MAD NOW, BUT! BUT I CAN MAKE YOU HAPPY HERE! JUST MINE AND MINE ALONE! ”

 “I might be yours alone, Papyrus.” You saw how your words affected him, he almost melted in your hands. “But I’m so alone . You’re gone so often... I...”

 “YOU’RE SO DESPERATE FOR MY TOUCH, MY ATTENTION, MY AFFECTION WHEN I COME HOME...” His breath gained as he leaned toward you, the warmth burning even hotter.

 “Yes, but I’m so lonely! I miss having friends!”

 “I’M YOU’RE FRIEND.”

 “Friends with an S, Papyrus.”

 Papyrus seemed to search his mind for answers, “WHAT... WHAT ABOUT SANS? WHAT IF HE STOPS BY?”

 You gave him an annoyed look, “The first time I met Sans, he reeked of mustard and kept making a pass at my butt and got irritated when I refused to sleep with him.”

 Papyrus seemed even more disgusted than you did, his grip tightening on your waist. “ THAT MANGY... YOU WILL NEVER SPEAK TO MY BROTHER AGAIN.”

 That was one order you were sure to follow. “Understood... But that still leaves-”

 “YOU WILL LEARN TO LIVE WITH JUST ME.” Your heart broke at his order, and his expression softened as yours did. “Y-YOU... IT WON’T BE AS BAD AS YOU THINK IT WILL BE... I’LL BE... G-GOOD FOR YO-OU...” He pushed your hair behind your ears.

 You traced your fingers along his cheekbones and he melted again, the shy pink in his complexion returning. “Stars, I wish I could bring myself to hate you.” You said, honestly. His eyes went wide with surprise, but you continued anyway. “But... You’re the same. You’re the same stubborn monster who lost his gloves and was too prideful to say “thank you”. How is it that I still love you even though you’re my captor?”

 “ L-Love?” He barely whispered, his breathing gone erratic.

 “I don’t believe...” You drew closer to him. “I could love anyone the same way I love you...”

 “ Hah... hah...” He seemed to just bask in your words.

 “My only friend, my captor, how you’ve twisted my heart.” Your breath danced along his teeth, you were so close. “Let me repay the debt. Will you close your eyes for me?”

 “ I-I don-n’t...”

 “Please?” You whispered, and he obeyed.

 You drew him close, but slowly pulled away until he was sitting alone. He seemed confused by the sudden lack of warmth, and that’s when you took your chance to slip past the door. As he opened his eyes, you slammed the door shut, found the lock and locked it.

 “ Y/N?! ” You heard the doorknob twist and jangle, before a loud SLAM erupted the frantic movement.

 “If it’s any consolation...” You rested your forehead against the door. “I meant what I said. I’ll never love anybody like I love you again... with fear.”

 “ Y/N?! STOP! DON’T YOU DARE-!! ”

 “Goodbye, Papyrus.”

 You turned around ran. You ran and you ran and you ran. You knew for sure that door wouldn’t hold him for long, but it just had to be enough for you to put enough distance to make it impossible for him to find you. You won’t go back to the city, you can’t. You’re sure he’d find you. You had to run, run somewhere else, somewhere far away from the city. You didn’t know where, you just knew you had to run.

 And you did.

#mafiafell #underfell #mafiatale #papyrus #raccoon with a book

[syao]

Neji Plays an Otome Game - Finale

Read Time: 7 mins | Random | Prompt: Competition

RECAP: With Rock Lee’s inspired intervention, Hyuuga Neji was moved by his flowing feelings of a man to play an otome game for his bedridden comrade, Tenten.

“What flowing feelings?” interjected Neji wanly. “And what is Gai doing here?”

Maito Gai emerged from out of nowhere, cracking up. “Ohohoho, count on Neji-kun to sense his beloved sensei’s chakra, even when he’s disguised as a narrator!”

Neji scowled. “I’d really prefer that you refrain from breaking the fourth wall.”

Gai pumped his fist. “You’re right. Why break just the fourth wall when I can do MUCH BETTER than that! The fifth, sixth, seventh, nay, EIGHTH wall awaits!”

Rock Lee’s eyes glistened with tears of pride. “Wohooo! Gai-sensei, so coooool!”

“Won’t you come in, Gai-sensei?” Tenten called from inside the room. “You’re all scaring the tenants.”

“Woooo!!!”

“And don’t break any of my walls on the way in, okay?”

“Woooo!!!”

“NEJI--”

“I’ve got this. Go back to bed.”

Unlikely Kindred Spirit

“Ah, so you’re playing Dokidoki Tutorial’s handheld release,” said Gai, nodding to himself solemnly as he watched Neji navigate through the dialogues. “It’s been many years since I’ve seen these...”

“YOU’VE PLAYED THIS?!” Neji and Tenten exclaimed in unison.

Gai grinned. “Don’t sound too impressed, disciples of mine! Kakashi and I have fought in many, many battles in the game’s original arcade release to test each other’s true strengths. It was a fierce competition to see who gets the Good Ending for all the boys first.”

KAKASHI-SENSEI PLAYED THIS, TOO?! Both faces darkened as they imagined the Copy Ninja calmly and impassively answering all the dokidoki decision points without missing a beat.

“No wonder he grew up to be such a remorseless, feared shinobi,” muttered Neji.

Life’s Philosophy

"So really, you can consult me about the choices and I’ll be happy to enlighten you, Neji.” Gai offered him a fatherly smile, as if reassuring him that of his reliability.

“Very well.” Neji pressed the Start button on the handheld and started to go play back the opening scenes.

Tenten’s forehead creased. “Neji, haven’t you read through those screens before? You can just press Skip to quickly move past those parts, you know.”

“I prefer not to,” he answered curtly. “In real life, we can’t skip out the parts of life we find tedious or those we don’t like. It’s what makes us stronger and more resilient, fallible human beings as we are.”

“Well-said, Neji-kun!” Lee and Gai applauded him enthusiastically.

Tenten’s eyes narrowed. You just didn’t know about the Skip option, did you?

How Women Do It

Tenten forced herself to sit up on the bed. “Well at least use the Load function!” She grabbed the device and demonstrated how to bring up the full menu. “Save the decision parts so it’ll be easier to go back to them in the future!” 

Lee and Neji both gaped at Tenten as she repeatedly tapped on Next to get past filled pages with various dates, game times, and chapters. Finally, she found a blank slot at page 35 to save.

“How long have you been playing this, Tenten?” asked Neji.

“I probably started a week ago.”

Lee held out his fingers to count. “15 slots per page, then multiply it by 34...”

Neji had long computed the answer in his mind, based on the strange look he was suddenly giving at her.

Gai rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “So that’s how women remember all of a man’s past mistakes in life. No wonder these can be easily brought up during arguments.”

“THAT’S SEXIST!!!”

It’s Perfectly Normal

Tenten puffed her cheeks in annoyance. “Look, it’s not just the choice screens you can save. It’s normal to save certain points of the game that you really enjoyed.”

Gai nodded along. “That’s true. There are certain conversations that are always fun to go back to, but they’re not selected to be part of the Clips Gallery.”

The kunoichi nodded gratefully to her sensei for his back-up. “Right! It’s perfectly normal! For example, I saved the moment from Hattori’s route when he finally understood that the female MC was more than just a childhood friend to him. You’ll see that on Page 16, Slot#3.”

Lee and Neji’s face darkened. That random yet accurate memory is definitely NOT normal!

Mission Completion Rate

Neji firmly pushed the coughing Tenten back to her bed. “Get some rest. You’re straining yourself out too much.” 

Lee nodded. “Yeah, Tenten! Leave this game to us.”

“B-But..”

The Hyuuga’s forehead creased. “Are you still holding a grudge against me for turning that guy into a Yandere? I told you, he had some issues right from the start. He had a double personality. He wasn’t a healthy choice for the MC at all. Also, I saw that the bad ending unlocked one picture for the CG gallery, improving your completion rate.”

Tenten sweatdropped. Count on Neji to find mission completion as the most attractive part of the game.

The Essence of Choices

Prince looks like he’s about to cry.

<< You hug him. >>

<< You stroke his head. >>

Neji glanced at Gai. “So what do you think? They’re basically the same thing.”

“HMP!” Their sensei wore a smug grin. “Listen, cherished student of mine. On the surface, skinship in otome games may all look the same. However,  the key to making the right choice in scenarios like this is to understand the context of your relationship. Try to recall your journey of love: did he previously share a rarely-spoken-of past memory of a precious loved one stroking his head as an expression of affection? Then that may be the right answer. Or maybe you two have known each other all your lives and have always treated him like a little brother. Stroking his head is what a big sister will do, so he’ll only feel disheartened if you choose to go with that option.” 

Gai capped it off by patting his student on the shoulder. “The bottom line is, an almost-correct answer means nothing to the game. It’s either you get the exact response and progress your relationship, or you don’t, and you get a smaller leeway for mistakes until the next bad ending cut-off.”

Neji hated to admit it, but he couldn’t help feeling impressed by the expert understanding the man had for the game. “You must have beat Kakashi during the challenge.”

The jounin raised a shaking fist in the air. “Almost! I was so close to beating him! But his choices were flawless and he beat all the endings before I did.” Gai looked torn between frustration and awe as he recalled that memory. “That Kakashi seems to have more experiences with different men than I do!”

Neji (and Tenten, who was trying to rest on her bed) both grimaced. THAT DIDN’T SOUND RIGHT!!!

Okay Kind of Guy

I am caught by surprise when I hear a soft voice speak from behind.

“Do not trust people so easily, Tenten.” He refuses to meet my gaze, but we are the only ones left in the empty classroom, so I’m sure he is talking to me. “What you see is not always what one is.”

“Finally, a sensible person in the game,” remarked Neji. “Who’s this silver-haired, blue-eyed fellow?”

“Oh, that’s Vincent. He’s the mysterious foreign exchange student from England,” explained Tenten. “Really smart but really quiet guy. He always watches the female MC from a distance and gives her advice. He’s cold to everyone else, though.”

“... sounds like an okay guy to me,” shrugged Neji.

"It sounds like someone I know, though,” murmured Lee, tapping on his chin.

What’s Wrong with Him?

“Does Vincent have a route?” Neji wanted to know.

Tenten thought for a moment. “Yeah, I think I saw a page for him in the CG Gallery. I just haven’t gotten around to playing Vincent’s route.”

He gave her an incredulous look. “So you’ve opted to play all the other men before him? What’s wrong with Vincent?”

Tenten sweatdropped. Neji... really does have a soft spot for Vincent, huh?

Down, Boy, Down!

Neji was still inconsolably miffed by what he perceived as a snub of his newfound bias, so Tenten felt compelled to say something.

“I wanted to play Vincent last because I heard his route has the most number of story spoilers.”

“...”

He’s still mad. Tenten sighed, and then added, “I also want to save the best route for last.”

“...really?” He opened one eye and looked at her skeptically.

But Lee and Gai were seeing something else. Neji’s like a puppy wagging his tail!

The Girl Who Feels Loved

“Well, we’ve made enough ruckus for one day.” Lee gave the bedridden patient a snappy farewell salute. “Feel better, Tenten!”

“We’ll check in from time to time to make sure you’ve taken your meds and are well-fed,” promised Gai as he left fruits and bottled water within her reach.

“I left three choice screens on Slots 11, 12, and 13 in case I made a mistake on Prince’ route,” said Neji. “It’s really difficult to seduce a sociopath bastard.”

She stifled a laugh. For all their quirks, her team really loves her, and she loves them back just as much.

"Thank you, everyone. I had a great time today.” She beamed fondly at them.

Otome guys may be cute and all, but nothing beats my 3D boys.

That Word Again 

“Didn't you have fun, Neji?” asked Lee as the trio walked home leisurely.

“Fun. Heh.” Neji rolled his eyes. “Playing to please fictional men so they’ll date the female MC is hardly fun. A relationship should be the product of two people working together to keep it stable and strong, not a one-sided effort to fit somebody’s preferences and expectations.”

Gai looked impressed. “For a tsundere, you seem to express the ways of love so clearly.”

Neji scowled. “There’s that word again! Why do you keep calling me that?!”

Lee and Gai both wore a stupid expression on their faces as if they were doing their damn best not to burst out laughing.

“F-Fine! Just call me whatever you want! It’s not like I particularly care.” He crossed his arms with a scowl.

Neji’s tsundere-ness is a dating sim dream! Gai imagined hordes of male players exploding into massive nosebleeds if they overhear this conversation. We must keep this dere side of him a secret... or he’ll pose a threat to the future of Konoha youth! 

The Last Word

“But all that aside, I really appreciate that you decided to meet Tenten’s interests halfway,” said Lee smilingly. “You’re typically not the kind of person who’d be pushed into doing something he didn’t like.”

Neji shrugged. “If I didn’t do that, Tenten would have insisted on playing all day. Otherwise, I just want to move on from this day and forget those sissy-looking, psychologically-problematic jerks.”

“Now. now, Neji. it”s not so bad,” chuckled Lee. “Besides, it’s not as if it’s the furthest you would go for her.”

The Hyuuga glared pointedly at him, but had no words to rebut until they parted ways.

“Was I too upfront with him, Gai-sensei?” asked Rock Lee when it was just the two of them walking back.

In response, Gai grinned. “A bit. I have a feeling that someone’s going to do a lot of thinking tonight about circumstances.”

Indeed, that night, Neji could hardly feel the beckoning of slumber. He was busy writing down in-depth character profiles for each otome male route, his famed observational skills polished by Gai’s game insights meticulously detailing the nuances of possible choice screens that would come up as the game progressed.

Neji sighed. Maybe Lee was right-- there wasn’t a lot he wouldn’t do for the sake of Tenten’s smile. 

But it’s not like he could help it. Just like the female MC in the game, pleasing someone that matters to him did feel... a little nice.

THE END

#nejiten #hyuuga neji #tenten #SyaoWrites #neji x tenten #otome #nejitenmonth

[raccoonsinqueen]

My Little Princess

♚ MobFell Papyrus X Reader, it’s gonna be straight up textbook Yandere with a little Tsundere if you’re picking up what I’m throwing out that window.

♚ You befriend a tall, edgy, rich skeleton. Everything is great... Until he starts getting pushy. Now bad things are happening to you, and you don’t know why. Why is this happening? Will trusting him make it better? 

♚ So I was reading some headcanons from @skelltales and there was THIS GEM. I loved it so much, I had to write it out.

♚ It’s prolly only gonna be 2 parts.

♚ Just like how Mobtale!Papyrus is more mature than Papyrus, Mobfell!Papyrus is more mature than Underfell!Papyrus.

You thought Papyrus was nice. You had thought he was nice.

The first time you met him, you were almost petrified. He was tall, unworldly tall, but you came to learn that alot of monsters were like that when you moved to this city. His features were sharp, his teeth in a constant state of scowling, and his eyelights completely diminished. He was dressed nicely, very nicely, and all black. You had imagined that he must’ve been some kind of suave businessman or lawyer.

You were wrong.

If you remembered correctly, the first time you met him he was looking for something, his gloves you think. That was the only time you had ever seen him without his gloves, and they seemed to hold great sentimental value to him. When you had asked to help, he ignored you completely, not even noticing your presence. Out of sheer defiance, you went searching with him, and you remember his eyesockets glancing toward you briefly, but nothing more after that. Finally, you found them underneath a table, out of sight for the tall skeleton, and you presented them to him with the brightest smile.

“Tada!” You presented the lovely red gloves to this ginormous skeleton. Surprisingly, they were the only splash of color added to his void, black outfit. “Were these what you were looking for?

“... MY...” He took them, the look of shock he adorned only feeding your pride. “... GLOVES.”

“They’re very lovely.” You smiled as he tugged them on, as if checking to see if they fit.

“YES, THEY ARE.” He replied, his voice filled with a strange wonderment, before he turned back to you. “I SUPPOSE I SHOULD...”

You leaned closer, a smug smile on your face, “Yes?”

“...TCH, NEVERMIND.” He turned around.

“What?” You complained, rushing in front of him. “No! Don’t tell me I worked so hard not even to get a thank you!”

“YOU’LL GET A THANK YOU WHEN YOU DESERVE ONE, LITTLE HUMAN GIRL.” He brushed passed you, but you weren’t willing to let him go so quickly.

You rushed back in front of him, your hands behind your back. “First, I’m an adult, so ‘little human girl’ isn’t going to work. Second-”

Before you could finish, you saw him demonstrate the difference between your height and his height with his gloved hands, a smirk displayed across his otherwise emotionless features. “LITTLE HUMAN GIRL.”

You ignored the way that annoyed you. “SECOND, what would I need to do to deserve a thank you if not even finding your gloves for you would do it?”

The monster held his chin in thought over this, before beginning to pull something out. It was a card. He handed it to you. “COFFEE.”

“What?” You took it with confusion.

“I WILL NOT GIVE YOU A THANK YOU, BUT I WILL GIVE YOU COFFEE. CALL ME TOMORROW MORNING WHEN YOU ARE READY. IT DOES NOT MATTER WHAT TIME.”

“... What?”

And that was how you two grew closer, him buying you coffee every once in awhile and you doing little things to get a reaction out of him. It came to the point that you became such good friends that he bought you coffee every morning. At first, you insisted that you pay for it at least some of the time, but he flat out refused you and could easily push you aside to pay for himself.

You felt bad, until he drove up in his beautiful black car that could put the finest sports cars of Europe to shame. And you had to walk to work!

You were a waitress. A small and simple job, but it payed the bills when people tipped well. The people were nice, your boss —albeit a little creepy— was bearable, and you loved being able to chat with customers that would come in. When Papyrus found out where you worked, he had urged you to quit your job to find a better paying one, or at least one where your boss kept his eyes to himself.

“STOP WORKING FOR THAT PERVERTED INGRATE, IT DOESN’T PAY A TENTH OF WHAT IT’S WORTH TO HAVE HIM EYEING YOU ALL DAY LONG.” His voice was cold as ice, a complete contrast to your hot coffee he bought you

“Tim?” You laughed, “He’s fine, he would never actually do anything. He’s just a little too lonely, that’s all.”

“THINKING IT IS THE FIRST STEP, Y/N!”

“Aw, Papyrus, are you worried about me?” You giggled.

“I MEAN IT.” Papyrus growled, “QUIT.”

“I’m not going to quit.” You said calmly, having dealt with his spiky personality all too much before. “I love working there. The people are kind, the pay is just enough, and I even get free lunch! If I’m happy, what should it matter the small hiccups?”

“...” Papyrus looked to the side, uncomfortably. “...NICE PEOPLE, GOOD PAY, AND FREE FOOD COULD BE AT OTHER JOBS...”

You almost laughed again, but kept it to yourself. You tugged Papyrus down and planted a kiss on his cheekbone. “I think it’s sweet that you worry so much for me.”

His normally cool expression flushed a light pinkish tone. “I DON’T-”

This time, you did laugh. “Right, right, don’t care for a little human girl... Oh! I’m gonna be late to work!” You checked your watch, “I’ll catch you later, Papyrus!”

After that, he dropped it.

Or, you thought he did.

A couple weeks later, you found your boss had lost his life fighting against a burglar. It was an independently run establishment and all the money was stolen, so that meant your work had shut down. You were broken hearted about it, but Papyrus took you out to dinner to cheer up your spirits. You thought it had been a nice gesture at the time. Despite his cold appearance, you believed he was a kind and compassionate guy underneath, even if only a little bit.

“Thank you... Papyrus.” You smiled as you poked at your lasagna. He took you out to a rather nice restaurant... it might even had been five stars. You even had to dress up nicely. Luckily, Papyrus gave you the clothes you needed, considering you didn’t own anything appropriate enough for this place. It may have been overly fancy, but he said he had an in with the owner... “I can’t tell you how much this means to me.”

“DON’T THINK A SECOND MORE OF IT.” Papyrus replied, calmly, before you noticed his eyesockets cast themselves to the floor. “YOU... LOOK NICE IN WHAT I GAVE YOU.”

“Nice is an understatement, Papyrus!” You laughed when he jumped at your positive tone. “I look gorgeous! Who knew you had such impeccable taste!”

“O-OF COURSE I HAVE IMPECCABLE TASTE-!” Papyrus cleared his throat, as if realizing his growing volume. “YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT ME IN CHARGE OF YOUR APPEARANCE AGES AGO.”

“Haha, very funny.” You rolled your eyes, before taking a bite of your dish. “Where’d you even get this anyway? Girlfriend had it lying around?”

“I DON’T HAVE A GIRLFRIEND.”

“...Boyfriend-?”

“I BOUGHT IT.” He interrupted, seemingly irritated. “WHEN YOU CAME TO ME WITH YOUR DAMSEL IN DISTRESS PROBLEMS, I KNEW YOU NEEDED MY ASSISTANCE, BUT I ALSO KNEW YOU COULDN’T COME HERE IN YOUR RAGS YOU CALL CLOTHES. SINCE I HAD ALREADY MADE THE RESERVATION, I DECIDED TO PICK SOMETHING THAT WOULD FIT THE AMBIENCE.”

You dropped your fork. “You... bought this for me?”

“YES, OF COURSE.” He said it like it was obvious. “I DIDN’T JUST HAVE SOMETHING THAT PERFECTLY TAILORED LYING AROUND.”

Oh geez, and it was tailored! Wait, how did he know your measurements? One question at a time... “How much was it?”

“UNIMPORTANT.”

“No, Papyrus.” You stood up, “How much was it?”

“...” He seemed to notice your distress, before he said, “MORE THAN ANYTHING YOU COULD EVER AFFORD.”

“You have to take it back!” You rushed to his side, “I can’t accept this! It’s too much! Plus the dinner and and-!”

“Y/N.” His voice washed over you like ice. “CALM DOWN. YOU’RE PANICKING.”

“Papyrus, I love you, I really do,” Papyrus twitched ever so slightly, but you ignored it. “But I just can’t accept gifts like these... I feel... guilty.”

“DON’T.” He commanded. “YOU WERE UPSET OVER SOMETHING. I FIXED IT. THIS IS NOTHING TO FEEL GUILTY OVER.”

“But it’s so much-!”

“TO YOU, IT IS SO MUCH. YOU’RE POOR.” You let out a short, tense laugh at that. “BUT TO ME, IT IS LIKE... BUYING A CUP OF COFFEE. YOU WOULD BUY YOUR FRIEND A CUP OF COFFEE IF IT MEANT CHEERING THEM UP?”

“I suppose...” You looked to the side. “But-”

“THE DRESS IS UNRETURNABLE, AND YOU’VE ALREADY RECEIVED YOUR FOOD. REFUSING THEM NOW WOULD BE A SPAT TO THE FACE. YOU WOULDN’T WANT TO REFUSE A FRIEND WHO IS JUST TRYING TO HELP YOU NOW, WOULD YOU?”

Drat... He was right. You looked down, embarrassment creeping into your features. “Y-You’re right, I’m sorry... I just got so worried about you spending so much money on me. I didn’t mean to upset you or start yelling...”

“GOOD. NOW WHAT DO YOU SAY FOR THE NICE GIFTS?”

“Thank you, Papyrus...”

You felt his gloved hands pet the top of your head, the motion almost comforting. Even sitting down, he was taller than you. “THERE’S MY LITTLE HUMAN GIRL.”

Since when did he consider you his little human-?

“NOW SIT DOWN AND FINISH YOUR LASAGNA. IT’S GETTING COLD.”

You thought he was a little weird in his roundabout way of speaking to you and giving you things that you certainly didn’t ask for, but you just figured it was because of his upbringing or maybe the monster culture. He was very wealthy... but you soon realized that might’ve been because he worked all the time.

When you mentioned job hunting to Papyrus, he advised against it! You were flabbergasted by this, and you told him you had bills to pay and a stomach to feed, but he just told you he’d pay for all those things. Of course, you refused. No matter how much of a close friend you were or how rich he was, you were not making him pay for all of your stuff. That was just too far.

So, you went job hunting... Place after place after place. Nobody seemed to want to hire you. It was strange, but it almost seemed like each place you went to was afraid of something. You ignored it though, and continued job hunting. One place actually came close to hiring you, but then you got a nervous phone call in the middle of the night telling you they were fine with what they had.

Despite all of this, you still refused to take Papyrus’ money. He seemed a little... frustrated by this, but you wouldn’t dare mooch off of him without anything in return.

“YOU STILL REFUSE MY HELP?!” He fumed, standing up and startling the whole cafe around you.

“Papyrus, please!” You tried calming him, putting a gentle hand on his arm.

“YOU’RE BEING UNGRATEFUL.” He hissed, but his animosity was only meant with you rolling your eyes.

“It’s not help if you’re literally paying for my living expenses, without me doing anything in return!”

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER TO ME, YOU KNOW THIS!”

“It may not matter to you, but it matters to me!” You replied, “That’s the kind of thing that only  occurs between husbands and wives, or pets and owners! Not between friends!”

“...” This seemed to sedate him, and he sat down in a huff. “I DON’T SEE THE PROBLEM, STILL.”

“The problem is that I want to be self reliant, and I can’t do that if I’m mooching off of you for the rest of my life!”

“IT’S NOT MOOCHING IF I GIVE IT TO YOU WILLINGLY!” He raised his voice again, “AND YOU DON’T NEED TO BE SELF RELIANT, JUST BE RELIANT ON ME!”

“And if you die?” You crossed your arms, “Or get severely injured?”

“... MY SAVINGS IS MORE THAN ENOUGH TO LAST YOU THROUGH THE REST OF YOUR LIFE.”

“And what if we get in a big fight?” You counter, “Or you get so annoyed with me, that you don’t want to be around me anymore?”

“THEN I’LL SEND YOU AWAY UNTIL YOU APOLOGIZE OR I REGAIN MY SANITY!”

You couldn’t believe your ears! He was actually thinking about keeping you as if you were some kind of-! “I’m not a pet or a child, Papyrus! You can’t just send me away until I submit to your will!”

His hands banged down on the table. “I NEVER SAID THAT!”

“I’m sorry, Papyrus, but I’m going to do this by myself.” You said, finally. “I know you’re just trying to help and you don’t like seeing me in a rut like this, but I have to help myself.”

“I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHY? YOU DON’T NEED TO, NOT WHEN I-!”

“Papyrus. No.”

Finally, Papyrus stood, rage boiling behind his empty eyelights. “FINE. YOU WANT TO THROW MY KINDNESS BACK IN MY FACE? SO BE IT.” And just like that, he was grabbing his stuff.

“Papyrus, I didn’t mean-”

He swiftly turned toward you, leaving you face to face with his empty eyesockets. “CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE READY TO APOLOGIZE, AND DO NOT CALL ME FOR ANY OTHER REASON.”

He turned around with in one swift motion, but you didn’t go after him. You just sighed. He may have been your friend, but you weren’t going to let him bully you into letting him pay for your living expenses.

The next couple weeks were pretty harsh. You didn’t know why, but you just seemed to be way down on your luck. Random cars splashing you with water, your coffee orders getting messed up constantly, random things breaking down in your humble home... no longer had air conditioning! But, sometimes that’s just the way the cookie crumbles.

On the plus side, you had finally found a job! You decided not to tell Papyrus about it, since he was still not talking to you, but maybe once he gets over his need to buy everything for you you could tell him. It was a nice waitressing job, and one you found friends in fairly quickly! The people that worked there were nice, as well as the customers. It was a bit of hard work, but you didn’t care as long as you were making money!

“Y/n, you’re just about the unluckiest person I know!” Lily, your co worker, smiled. “Shoes eaten by dogs again?”

“Ah!” You laughed, sheepishly. “Yeah, It’s been quite the week! Er... Past couple of weeks... But things will get better with time!”

“I’m sure they will!” Lily laughed. “Especially with that tall, dark, and handsome stranger that keeps staring at you.”

Lily winks at you as you turned your head, but you inhale with surprise. There was Papyrus, sitting irate and cold as usual.

“Oh, oh geez!” You whisper harshly.

“Know him?”

“Yeah, he’s a friend but...”

“Ex?”

“No, we just had a fight...” You exhale, before you feel her patting your back.

“You really do have the worst luck!” She laughed again, which you joined her for. “Well, he doesn’t seem to be willing to stop staring... Should I-?”

“No, no. I should handle this like an adult.” You wave her off, “He’s harmless, really.”

“Alright.” She gave you a soft smile, “But if he’s giving you any trouble, I’ll grab the owner.”

“Thanks.” You return her smile, before making your way to your boney friend. He straightened as you approached him, and you put your hands on your hips. “Hey, bonehead. What’s with the sudden appearance?”

“YOU... GOT A JOB.” He said it with distaste.

“Of course, I got a job. I wasn’t going just lay around until I changed my mind.” You rolled your eyes, “Did you think I wouldn’t get one?”

“...I’m going to have to hire new management...” He muttered, barely under his breath.

“What?”

“NOTHING.” Papyrus waved a gloved hand in a vague gesture to everything. “CONGRATULATIONS, I SUPPOSE, ON ALL THIS. I STILL THINK YOU SHOULD QUIT AND LEAVE YOUR LIVING EXPENSES TO ME.”

“I thought you were going to wait until I apologized?”

“I WAS... BUT YOU PROVED TO BE UNUSUALLY STUBBORN.” He leaned on his elbows. “SO I’VE COME TO RELIEVE YOU OF THE EFFORT IN TRYING TO CALL ME, AND ALLOW YOU TO APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW.”

You crossed your arms, unamused.

“NOW WOULD BE NICE.” He growled. “I DON’T HAVE A LOT OF TIME.”

“Papyrus, you need to learn how to play nice with your friends.” You turned around. “Otherwise, you’ll never make any more than me.”

“Y/N.” A chill ran down your back as he said your name like that. “DO NOT WALK AWAY FROM ME.”

You spun back around, your voice straining with anger. “Papyrus, you have been nothing but difficult! You demand I quit my job and then try to pay for all my living expenses, and, when I justifiably refuse, you become enraged and demand an apology!”

“. . .” His expression was dark, the kind of expression that has seen many dark things and has caused most of them, too. It would scare you normally, but you were too worked up to notice. “APOLOGIZE. NOW.”

“I’m going back to work.” You turned around in a huff.

He stayed silent and left after that. And things only got worse from there.

Robbers broke into your home. You didn’t know who was running the police force, but nobody was doing their job right. You were devastated. The entire place was trashed. You were lucky you weren’t there, but that still didn’t make it anymore okay. All your valuables were gone, your place was a mess, they even took the already broken air conditioning system!

But as long as you had a roof and a place to work, you were sure you’d be fine. You just needed to keep your spirits up, it wouldn’t be bad for too long...

And things were pretty okay for a bit. Your luck was still iffy, but you managed to get by. You kept making friends, and kept your spirits up. Still no word from Papyrus, but if he was going to be that way, there was no stopping him. You had managed to get little things like a fan and a small radio from your kind coworkers who didn’t need them anymore. It was one of the nicer things, one of those things that kept you going while all this misfortune was happening.

That was... until your new place of work had caught a flame. You wish you could say that nobody was hurt, but there were still people in the building. People you had worked with, served, and it just so happened to be on your day off. You couldn’t help but feel like you were just one big joke to the universe, and they were dumping all of their trash on you at once. It felt unfair.

Finally, you were walking home from a rough night, when you heard something behind you.

You almost froze in terror. There were people behind you. Shady people behind you. You don’t like to judge by appearances, but one was holding a crowbar in their hand.

You kept walking quicker, taking a turn. You walked even faster, taking another turn. Then even faster, taking one more turn. Lo and behold, they were following you.

You started running, as so did they, and you knew you were in trouble. You could feel your heart pound against your chest. You had to get to a telephone booth...

Ah! There was one! You rushed into it after making a sharp turn, hoping the two behind you weren’t too close on your tail.

Suddenly, you realized you didn’t know who to call. You had no family living here, the police didn’t seem to be able to do their job right, and most of your friends were... gone... save for one.

You punched in the number you memorized and waited. It picked up after one ring.

-SOMETHING YOU HAVE TO SAY TO ME?-

You had no time for pride, “I-I’m sorry! I’m so-so sorry! B-but I need you to pick-ck me up, right now! I-I think I’m in trou-ouble.”

Without missing a beat, he replied, -WHERE ARE YOU.-

You told him your location through scattered breaths, amazed he was even able to discern your scrambled speech patterns, before you slammed down the receiver and hid. In remarkable timing, you saw Papyrus’ signature black car pull up. You made a b-line for the car, relief washing over you.

Papyrus came out, and you made no effort to change your speed, ramming into him in a desperate embrace while your voice choked up before you could say a thing. You suppose you were just unloading all of your feeling at once on him. Your house, your bad luck, the fire, and especially being victim to whatever was about to happen a couple minutes before.

You felt Papyrus pet your head softly, saying, “GET INSIDE.”

You only saw a glimpse of it for a second, but as he let you go, you could’ve sworn he was smiling.

You must’ve been mistaken though. Not when he came all this way to help you.

When you entered his car, he took you to his house where you exploded all of your feelings on him. You bursted out into sobs, telling him about your bad luck, your house that was ravaged and trashed until it was almost nothing, and then of the fire that consumed your last hope. Your heart was heavy with grief, and Papyrus listened to it all with a cool demeanor.

“THIS WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IF YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.” He said.

“W-what?” You sniffed.

“IF YOU HAD DONE AS I ASKED, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO WALK TO WORK AND HAVE THOSE UNFORTUNATE THINGS HAPPEN TO YOU, YOU WOULDN’T HAVE A TRASHED HOUSE BECAUSE YOU’D LIVE WITH ME, AND YOU WOULDN’T HAVE GROWN ATTACHED TO THAT JOB ONLY TO HAVE IT BURST INTO FLAMES.”

“Th-That’s awful!” You cried.

“BUT IT’S TRUE.” He said, coldly. “YOU WOULD’VE ONLY SEEN IT ON THE NEWS AS AN INTERESTING PASSING.”

“I-I don’t...” He was right. You hated to admit it, but he was right. “Tha-at doesn’t make it-t any less bad...”

“I DIDN’T SAY IT DID.” He replied. “I JUST SAID YOU WOULDN’T BE SOBBING RIGHT NOW IN MY HOME IF YOU HAD LISTENED TO ME.”

“...” You didn’t want to admit it, but he was pushing you.

“RIGHT?”

“Y-yes...”

“I WANT A PROPER APOLOGY.” He said, clearly. “NOT YOUR FEAR-INDUCED ONE YOU GAVE ME ON THE PHONE, A REAL ONE.”

“W-what?” How... How could he be thinking of that at a moment like this?

“IT’S CLEAR YOU WERE WRONG, SO APOLOGIZE TO ME.” He crossed his arms.

“But I don’t-!”

“WHAT, YOU WANT TO CONTINUE WITH YOUR PETTY SELF RELIANCE?” He replied. “AFTER ALL IT’S CAUSED YOU?”

“It’s not-!”

He interrupted you once more, “Y/N, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO GO BACK TO. YOUR HOME, YOUR JOB, YOUR FRIENDS, THEY’RE ALL GONE. WHY WOULD YOU GO BACK WHEN YOU HAVE ME HERE.”

You stopped. He... was right, again. You did have nothing. What could you even do? Go back to your ruined home and go job searching again, like that worked so great the last time? Perhaps... It was best to go for the easiest option available, and maybe you can find a way to make it right to him.

“Y/N.” His voice was smooth, but deep and dark. Like thick tar. “I AM THE ONLY OPTION YOU HAVE.”

“I...” You thought for a second as you grabbed the end of his jacket. “...I’m sorry. I was wrong. You were right. I should have never gone back job hunting, and should have accepted your help! Please forgive me!”

You felt his cool teeth on your forehead as he pulled you forward.

“M Y   L I T T L E   H U M A N .” For the first time, you saw his eyelights. They were blood red.

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