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arieswritez · 6 months

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golden boy

golden boy | yandere stepbrother!mark grayson x afab!reader

cw; DARK CONTENT!!! MDNI!! pseudo-incest, panty thief!mark, roofies, victim blaming, non-con video taping, voyeurism, rape, reader's anatomy is sexualized, forced breeding, time skip (mark is an adult & nolan never killed the guardians), mark is a sicko you've been warned

about; life was easier when mark was an only child. he wishes it would've stayed that way. (1.9k words)

a/n; an anon asked about a platonic yan sibling duo so i raise you: big pervy step bro who hates your guts but also wants to rearrange them

step brother mark who's used to being the light and joy of the grayson home. as the only child, he's spoiled beyond belief. he's spunky and cute and the graysons love him to death, constantly showering him with love and adoration.

step brother mark who gets a new sibling after villains make you an orphan. nolan finds you in the ruins and it's like he's on auto-pilot: carrying you to that secret hospital and handing you off to the doctors that rush to his aid. . but not before your tiny fist closes in his suit.

as he watches you being taken away, barely alive, something inside his chest pangs.

debbie notices nolan acting strange. he's restless and he's late for dinner, more so than usual. something's very clearly wrong. and it's not like her to grow suspicious of nolan but she does.

nolan's never given her a reason to believe his head may have been turned but for some reason, she starts to believe there might be someone else.

only to find he's been visiting you at the hospital, staying at your bedside for hours on end as you recover. you're in bad shape. doctors aren't sure how you survived. . if you even will. debbie's never seen nolan so torn over a survivor before. he's seen many things: deaths, disasters, you name it. yet, you're who's causing the sleepless nights.

of course, debbie has a kind heart and, soon, it's not just nolan who's worried. the graysons keep tabs on you. and when you come to, they’re the first thing you see.

you look confused, scared, but as nolan soothes you, you offer a meek smile and nolan finds himself feeling that same giddiness he felt when he first saw a tiny mark cradled in debbie's arms.

the graysons become your legal guardians and, suddenly, mark isn't the golden boy anymore.

you take up so much of their attention. now, christmases and birthdays all revolve around you. suddenly, marks good grades and the fact he hit a home run isn't all that impressive. mark's late for his baseball practice and games more times than he can count. . yet they never miss your dance recitals.

you got an A in an absurdly easy class and that was a cause for celebration. in the meantime, mark won a spelling bee & all he got was a 'good job'.

they treat you like you're made of glass, like you'll shatter into a million tiny pieces the second someone so much as looks at you the wrong way. mark still remembers being reprimanded whenever he said the smallest things to you. he doesn't think he's ever lived down that one orphanage joke that made you bawl. god, he was just kidding. . its not his fault you're sensitive.

soon, you're calling his parents 'mom and dad'. and worse of all, they reiterate the fact that you should be calling mark your 'big brother'.

fucking fantastic.

you are everything to them while mark is pushed aside. and it only worsens the older the two of you get. mark gets his powers - there's literally nothing more impressive than that - yet he still has to do a million and one things in order to outshine you. nothing ever works. and despite the fact that mark is - quite literally - saving lives. . your stupid birthday is still more important.

you are the light of their lives and mark bitterly remembers when they used to look at him that way, too.

you are perfect in their eyes. just like he once was.

and mark wishes you would've died in that accident, just like your parent(s).

as you start to develop a sense of self, mark gets into the habit of stealing your clothes. it's the only thing you seem to care about: the way you present yourself to the world.

they're small things at first. like a single shoe when his parents had bought you new ones yet refused to get him the ones he wanted. he'll admit it, it was petty and spiteful. but you were distressed and the graysons seemed upset you'd already misplaced your brand new - expensive - shoes.

at first, he was content with telling himself that what he was doing was solely to spite you. but that was a lie. when his kleptomania made him steal one of your shirts. . it wasn't spite that made him press the material to his nose and pump his cock until he came. no, it wasn't just spite.

all your simpering and whining, following him around like some lost puppy, that one time you asked him why he hated you so much. . it made him feel more than just hate.

he didn't know what to do with you then.

so, at first, he settled with stealing your clothes.

a couple more shirts.

a pair of shorts.

knee-highs or your favorite tights.

and finally, a pair of panties.

his favorite are a lacy pair. sheer and tiny, he recalls lifting them out of your drawer with a finger. . and thinking, seriously? what're these even meant to cover?

he's extremely sure you aren't supposed to have these~

mark is content with secretly stealing your things. he doesn't get in trouble for being mean to you anymore.

you don't think he hates you.

it's a win-win situation, really.

and mark would've been happy - he would've been fine - with the little game he's been playing. soon, the two of you would part ways for college and he'd forget all about you.

he'd forget the way you'd foolishly walk to your room in only a towel when you knew the two of you were home alone.

he'd forget the way you looked when you changed out of clothing, you never truly believed in fully closing the door, did you?

he'd forget the way your moans sounded, when you touched yourself at night, thinking everyone else was asleep. he'd forget the way he'd concentrate on hearing your pretty sounds - and it's not like he'd have to try hard, another perk of having powers.

he'd forget about how he could almost envision you: humping your fingers and biting at your lip, desperately trying to get yourself off. it was like he was in the room with you. . you were so wet he could hear the wet clicks of your cunt.

he'd forget all about you.

you, you, you.

he was sure of it.

but if it's one thing about you is that you could never just let things be.

you could never just let the graysons be a normal, happy family.

and you could never just let mark forget about you.

because the first time his parents say no to you - the very first fucking time - you don't listen.

you're just not used to it.

that stupid party you weren't supposed to go to.

that stupid party mark sneaks off to, too.

and when you see him there, you're surprised.

he pretends to be, too.

because it's not fair if only one of you was forbidden to go. no, you had to fuck it up for the both of them.

it's a good thing you're so spoiled, though. and it's even better that mark eavesdropped on the conversation you had with your friend, the one in which you planned to sneak out.

you're so fucking naive. so stupid.

you think the two of you are finally getting along when he gets you a drink and whispers, don't worry, i won't tell if you don't. and you laugh and wink at him like you'll keep his secret, drinking from whatever concoction he's prepared for you.

you were too young when your parent(s) passed and the graysons never seemed to sit you down for the talk. . or maybe they did and you were just too stupid to understand why you should never accept an open drink.

it's easy to blame it on you being a lightweight. the way you sway and slur your words, the way you stumble into him, the way your body overheats.

you've had too much to drink. you're not used to it, is all. he'll take care of you, don't you worry, big brother always does.

first, he's got to lay you down, you poor thing.

he doesn't want you to hurt your pretty little head by falling!

so, he lays you down in the empty room of the house as the party continues downstairs. as you fall to the bed in a heap, you swear you can see the throbbing beat of the music, now muffled behind the closed door.

in the dark room, the moonlight leaking through the pale blue blinds look like drunken undulations, wavering like heat shimmers, yet you can't keep your eyes open long enough to ogle at them. your body doesn't feel like your own, but you're not as nervous as you should be.

mark yanks his shirt off over his head - practiced, ready - and stalks over to your semi-limp body that's nearly hanging off the bed.

it's not hard to undress you, considering you're dressed like some cheap slut. and, honestly, if it wasn't mark that night, he's sure it would've been another dude at the party. the way you're such a fucking tease, he doesn't think anyone would be able to keep their hands off of you for long.

so, really, it's only fair your older brother is the one to get his hands on the goods, first. afterall, he was there to watch them grow.

the little camcorder he took from his parents - the old silver one they used to record all their trips around the world, mark's first steps, your first birthday with them - blinks red, on and off, on and off, as he strips you. he makes sure to capture your body: your bare tits as your chest rises and falls with each panicked breath, the smooth skin of your tummy, then down, between your legs, as he records your sopping cunt taking his fingers.

you mewl and your vision's swimming. and you feel here, there, everywhere, and it's so, so confusing.

you don't know what's happening and it's distressing because you know something is.

your hands weakly try to push at the foreign body on top of you. . inside of you. . but mark is stronger than anyone will ever be and you are far too drugged to do anything about it.

they're gonna be so mad, mark thinks, as he slides into you and tries to keep the camera recording the way your cunt grips him as he feeds his cock inside of you.

they'll be so mad when they find out you've snuck out.

and maybe you'll tell them. . you think something happened. . someone did something to you. . when you try to wash his cum out of your pussy.

maybe you won't. maybe you shouldn't. they'll already be mad at you, best keep quiet about it~

but the graysons will feel even worse in the next few months. . when you start puking your guts out.

and like the perfect parents they are, they'll take you to a doctor. . only for the results to come back positive.

mark may not be a golden boy, anymore.

but in nine months, maybe you'll give him one, instead 💗

#mark grayson #mark grayson x reader #invincible #invincible x reader #yandere mark grayson #yandere mark grayson x reader #mark is canonically a good brother #& we love him for that!!#but he's a weirdo in my universe <3

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black-aurora-nora · 1 year

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New Baby Pt. 1 | Yandere!Todoroki Family x Reader

Inspo: @i-cant-sing

You weren't woken up by the familiar sound of a heart monitor or the chatter of nurses. You were woken by something much more unexpected.

You felt the sun's shining warmth against your face. Someone was gently attempting to shake you awake. Their hand felt huge in comparison to your shoulder and you fought to get yourself to wake up.

"(Y/N), it's time to wake up now." A deep voice told you when you let out a tired whine.

Finally, your body cooperated and allowed you to flutter your eyes open.

You immediately took in the stranger sitting in the bed beside you, then the pastel bed sheets and the feeling of silk pajamas that you definitely weren't wearing the day before.

You scrambled back in shock, your mind screaming danger.

This wasn't the hospital and the red-haired man sitting in front of you was neither a nurse or a doctor that you recognized, and he wasn't wearing anything that told you he was a medical professional.

He didn't seem very shocked at your behavior either, just a little worried.

"Who are you?!" You asked, now standing at the opposite side of the queen sized bed you'd just been sleeping in, "And where am I?! This isn't the hospital!"

Your heart rate was picking up and your chest was beginning to hurt. You knew that you needed to sit down but how could you when you'd just woken up in a strange place with a strange man?

The man didn't answer either of your questions, only glancing at you in concern, "I'll answer your questions, but you need to sit down and lower your heart rate before you pass out."

How did he know about your heart condition, you wondered. Was he actually a nurse?

No, that couldn't be right.

You were very obviously in someone's house; most likely his.

Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you asked again, "Who are you and where am I?"

You could tell the man wasn't happy about you not sitting down but he relented, "My name is Todoroki Enji, but you will address me as 'dad'. And we're in your room in our home."

You faltered at the new information and shook your head like it was reflex, "You... you're not my dad though. My dad looks nothing like you... What's happening?" Tears welled in your eyes, anxiety springing back into your body, "I want my mom! Please take me back to her!" You pleaded.

Enji only sighed, softly shaking his head, "I know this a lot to take in, but this is your home now. Your biological parents decided to leave you in our care-"

"No!" You snapped, "No, they didn't! We were supposed to go to the movies today!" You recalled the day prior and gripped at the silk cloth over your chest, heart drumming and chest beginning to grow tight, "Tak-" You gasped out, "Take me to my parents! Right now! Right now! Right now!"

Enji stood up at your screeching and your voice got caught in your throat.

He was so large and intimidating. He could probably kill you with ease.

And having that knowledge in mind had you second-guessing if you could just scream your way out of this situation.

"(Y/N), I will not tolerate this behavior. Either you calm yourself down or you can take a nap and we can try again later. What will it be?" He questioned.

Oh, how you really did want to calm yourself, but how could you?

It felt like someone was squeezing your chest like a tube of toothpaste. No matter how hard you tried to take a deep breath, your lungs remained clamped shut like a clam.

Heart drumming in your ears, your sight blurred significantly and spots began to decorate the fuzzy world around you.

Next thing you knew, your knees buckled from beneath and you dropped to the ground like a ragdoll.

Enji cursed under his breath, strolling around the bed and settling you back under the pastel comforter.

He knew you wouldn't take any of this easily, you were young after all, younger than Shoto, now that he was thinking about it.

But he was sure that once you met the rest of the family, you would warm up to them in no time.

Once he made sure that you were sound asleep, he left your room and was immediately greeted by the rest of his family gazing at him expectantly.

Shoto glanced up from his phone, "That didn't sound too good." He commented.

Rei stepped forward, hand clutched to her chest worriedly, "Is my baby okay? She sounded so upset."

With a nod, Enji explained that your first awakening went just as smoothly as he thought it would, "I'll make sure to show her the 'letter' her parents left for her. Hopefully, she'll be more at ease around us thinking that her parents really did leave her in our care."

Rei gave an agreeing nod, "Absolutely, anything to get her to trust us."

Natsuo grumbled, clearly frustrated, "Damn, I was really hoping we could meet her today and have dinner together like a family."

Fuyumi kept a hopeful smile on her face, "Don't worry, she'll be ready tomorrow and we can have a nice breakfast together! Right, dad?"

"Of course. (Y/N) is the key to fixing our broken family. She'll be ready tomorrow." He said knowingly.

They quietly left your door, leaving you to sleep for the rest of the day.

You'd need your energy for tomorrow.

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 1 year

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YanDoctorChishiya x Reader - Best Medicine

Notes: Yandere Chishiya - Suicide mention - Mental health and Illness mention - Delusional Reader - DARK CHISHIYA - Manipulation -

Notes 2: im not by any means an expert in mentall illness so this may have some mistakes in that part.

When you started to date Chishiya things seemed extremely fine. He was kind, smart, a bit rash and sarcastic. But you two found a balance in your relationship.

He knew almost (if not all) of you. Your likes, dislikes, your favorites places. He noticed and kept track on things you hated or loved.

He kept track on your relationships, your cowerkers, friends, family....

When he got into your family you were scared. Your family got a long list of mentall illness in them. Depression, bipolar disorder...to name a few. But Chishiya was a doctor, he told you he undertood both the fear of not being accepted and the illnes themself.

So you dont know when or who you srated to feel paranoic around....everyone.

First episode was on yours Sister Birthday, you were doing fine, dancing and drinking a bit. Chishiya was there having a talk with yours Sisters Husband. When suddendly you started to hear voices...but not the voices from your family or friends. Strange ones, what they said you could not describe but it became too much, the voices, the music, you passed out right there.

The second episode was at your work. You were doing just fine, tiping your reports and filling up some late work when an email appear

I see you :)

You brushed it off as one of your coworkers making a joke to you (you would bet it was Kai doing it).

Stop Kai :P

You sent that reply and continued to work when another email came.

Who is Kai ?

Alright now that was....off. You turned to Kai's desk and got a chill down your spine. Kai's desk was marked as "absent".

You decided to blocke the email and continue but as the day went by more emails came.

Why did you block me ?

We want to see you

Please reply we are lonely

Do you want to see mom ?

The last message got your nerves. Your mom had passed away comitting suicide thanks to her delusional mind. Your biggest fear was ending like her.

Days passed and it just got worse.

You would be walking and see random figures that were not there when you took a second look. The emails kept coming and getting worse.

You started to have nightmares almost everynight and since Chishiya had took night shifts he could not help you during these times.

You did not want to tell someone about it. Not when you started to hear your friends saying things in distorsed voices when you were with them at your home.

You went to emergency care when you felt like you could not take it anymore. The Doctor who attended you listened and wrote down everything.

"I know most crazy people says this...but im sane, i swear"

The Doctor told you to wait for him in the room. When he left you tried to remember when things started.

Your first episode was in your sisters party, but what was befote that ? Why was everything so blurry ?

You could see one figure screaming at you, moving their hands, they took your neck and told you something but you could just not remember what they did.

"Here she is" The Doctors voice said.

With Horror you saw Chishiya standing there, a small smirk on his face.

Chishiya and you were the happier couple ever, all of the stalking months had gave their fruits. Chishiya knew about your fear of being left because of your family with their mental health problems, but he never had a problem with it. He knew about these illness, how terrible they were and how society was not understanding about them.

He never tought he would have to use them against you...

It was just one morning, one bad morning. He was not sure how, but you had discovered he had been stalking you and were angry, well more than angry at him. Screams started to go from you, not getting him a reaction till you say the words that made him do it

"Im leaving you, i dont want nothing to do with you"

Chishiya lost it. He took you by the neck, pressing it and whispering to you

"I wont let you, I will be the only one you will be able to count on"

And just like that he chocked you, letting you fall. When you fell your head it the floor a bit too strong. Chishiya took you to his friend clinic who did not question about the marks on your neck.

"Possible memorie lose" where the words that stood with Chishiya.

And that was the start of his plan and downfall. As a Doctor getting different types of medications was not a problem, even easier if you knew how to move around the underground world.

Chishiya got the typical medications for a standar dementian patient. The next weeks he added them in whatever you were having. Food, drinks...it was just about some time they made their effects or side effects.

When you passed out in your Sisters Birthday Chishiya played the worried boyfriend card perfectly, and while you were at the hospital he made a small comment about you being paranoic the last few days. He saw how your sister went silence, fearing the worse.

Harassing you by email was in his opinion a low move but necesary. He remember when you called him crying, rambling about emails and how they kept mentioning your mother but when you showed them the emails were not there.

You had tried to take a photo of them but that one did dissapear too.

Chishiya had to contract a hacker for it, he gave him the specific words he wanted you to read, and made it clear to remove all the evidence once it was done.

You then started to see figures around, another side effect from the medication and to think your friends were not your friends or how them were trash talking you.

And while all of this happened Chishiya talked with your family. Your Sister insisted that you were fine, but when Chishiya made her listen to your call from work she stopped talking.

Your father, the old man who had lost his dear wife was worried. He did believe you had started to fall into madness like your mother and listened to Chishiya as he was god.

"I believe the best would be to get her a treatment....and to let her live with me" Chishiya had soflty said.

"I know this type of illness well, i can take care of her in my house, and it will be better than have her in a mental hospital".

Your Sister was against it but your father accepted, under one condition that for Chishiya was like hitting the jack box.

"We will do that. But you will marry her, i want you to take care of her for the rest of your life"

Your looked confused at Chishiya who took the seat besides you. Without noticing he put a silver ring on yout finger and kissed your hand.

"Chishiya what-"

"Im here love" love, a word he never uses. "I will take care of you from now. You seem to have what you mother had, but dont worry. You will stay at my house, i promise you, i will be the best husband and doctor for you".

"Wait...what do you mean husband, and doctor?" You asked with horror. "And what is that i have the same as my mother the other doctor-"

"He went to ask for a second opinion and that was mine. You have been dealing with such a harsh time now, and i havent been there. But now i will, i will be with you forever now. No matter how much you want to be away, or how sane you think you are, i will make you insane so i can have you all for myself".

#alice in borderland #alice in borderland netflix #chishiya #aib imagine #aib imagines #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland x reader #queque playing cards

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sugolara · 3 months

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𝙈𝙤𝙣𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙙

ft. yandere! Izuku Midoriya x fem! reader

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A deadly foe is near

Hearing her doorbell ring, she stood from her chair and left her room, questionably staring at the door as she stood in the hallway. It was around 8 PM, both her parents were busy. Her mother was still in the hospital helping her patients and her father had left to do business elsewhere, so she wondered who could be at the door.

She wasn’t expecting anyone. Maybe they forgot something or her friends wanted to surprise her. Did she forget something important today? She hoped not as she approached the door and opened it.

Her eyes widened to see Izuku on the other side with a smile, “Izuku? What are you doing here?”

His smile faltered, “You said to come by for a sleepover. Did you forget?”

She glanced at his bag that he clutched on, the memory resurfacing, “Oh, you’re right, sorry.”

She moved to the side to let him, closing the door behind him. She turned and gestured for him to go into her room, “You can go in. The remotes on the bed so feel free to put anything on. I have to do something real quick.”

He grabbed the remote, looking at her when she sat on her desk chair, “What are you doing?”

She scrolled through her computer, “My mom wants me to get started on looking for a college. Have my future set or whatever.”

“College?” The boy mumbled as he sat down on her bed.

“Mhm.” She said, clicking on sites with a smile, “I know, I also think it’s too early to be looking for one, but I’m trying on a new thing where I make her happy.

How strange. Something wasn’t right here.

The boy glanced at her before turning her small TV on and putting on a random movie. He laid in her bed, soon beginning to feel cold as so he wrapped himself in her blankets. He could hear the keyboard and the mouse clicking.

He thought for a split moment. What was today?

“Have you taken your medication?” Izuku suddenly asked.

Her smile slowly disappeared as she blinked at him, “How do you know I took some.?”

He stared at her for a while as her heart raced. No one besides her doctor, parents and Shoto knew of the pills she took, so how did he know? Did he somehow figure her out or what?

Izuku smiled as he let out a chuckle, pointing in front of her, “F/n, your medications are right there. Have you forgotten you placed them there?”

She looked to where he pointed. Behind the stacks of notebooks she could see the lid of her prescription. You could hardly see it unless you were specifically looking for it.

“Besides…” She glanced at him when he spoke, “you told me, remember?”

She confusingly eyed him, “..I did?”

“Of course!” He smiled, but his smile turned into one of concern, “You told me at the carnival, remember? That’s why we stayed on the ride for an hour. You seemed out of it so I was concerned and asked you. You told me that you were having problems and when I asked what problems you told me you don’t think your medications are working.”

She furrowed her brows, trying to remember that day but it was a blur. As she thought, Izuku continued, “F/n, are you sure you don’t remember? Maybe you need to be on a different prescription. I know one.”

“No.” She let out an awkward chuckle, waving him off as she didn’t want the male to think she was crazy. Oh, if only they knew, “I-I remember now.”

No she didn’t. In fact she never told him anything. But Izuku wasn’t going to say that.

“Hey, you want pizza?” F/n asked, wanting to get the topic of her pills out of the way. She turned to scroll on her computer, “None of my parents had returned so they didn’t make dinner. They did leave money so I was thinking I’d go to the store to gr-”

“That’s fine!” Izuku perked up from her bed as he was playing with her blankets, his eyes leaving the TV from her bedroom and onto her. Having her attention on him had him forgetting what he was thinking about, “Can I go with you.”

“Sure.” F/n said, “I actually wanted you to come so you can get whatever you want. I don’t know your preferences and I’d rather not get something you’ll end up not liking.”

His heart pounded against his chest. He felt incredibly happy to hear she wanted him around. And buying him food made him feel special. Oh, he can only imagine what life would be like as they grew older. Would she stay home or would he? He wouldn’t mind so as long as she returned from work and planted a kiss upon his lips.

“What kind of pizza do you want?” She said, “I’m not really picky.”

“Whatever is fine!” He blurted out, just happy to be in her presence.

“Alright.” She closed her computer, setting it to the side as she felt her eyes shift over to Izuku who was covered underneath her sheets, her pillows surrounding him. He looked comfortable and for some reason, seeing him in her bed felt right. It was actually kind of cute.

cute.

The boy blushed from her stare. His fingers no longer playing with her blankets, instead he gripped it, a fistful of the soft duvet in his hands. He wondered what she was thinking about as she looked lost. However, his smile disappeared, his blush no longer settled on his freckled cheeks, “F/n..?”

“F/n…?”

“Are you okay?”

Feeling her eye twitching, she raised her hand to rub it. She blinked both eyes, trying to let the twitch go away as it was beginning to get bothersome, “Sorry, what were you saying?”

He pursed his lips, looking down at her blankets. Something was definitely wrong here, “…I just wanted to know if I could come with you…”

“Oh, right!” She stood up from her chair, “I forgot about that. I’ll call the pizza place when we come back. That way we can grab all that junk food. That fine?”

Seeing a look she’s never seen on his face had her worried. She looked to her window as she placed her sweater on, “You can stay here, Izuku, I don’t mind. I won’t take long.”

His lips lift, though only a little, “Thank you.”

“Sure.” She said, smiling at him as she headed to the front door to place her shoes on. Hearing the door close, Izuku rolled to his side where he covered his entire face. A few tears fell as he tried to be quiet.

She grabbed a basket and strolled through the convenience store that was just a few blocks away from her home. She grabbed whatever looked good and placed it in her basket. She would eye a few, determining if Izuku would like it. She lastly grabbed some drinks and headed to pay.

As the cashier scanned her items, she felt her phone buzzing in her pockets. Her brow furrowed to see just how many texts Izuku sent after missing his call. It’s a bit overboard, 17 missed texts, but if it made him feel better than whatever. A happy Izuku is a happy F/n.

She texted him back and immediately got a response. She tried to put her phone back in her pockets but every time she did her phone would buzz. It was almost like she was compelled.

“Ma’am?” The cashier lady looked at her with an annoyed expression, “Cash or card?”

“Oh, sorry.” F/n pulled out her wallet and handed it to the woman. She offered her an apologetic smile, “Cash.”

The woman rolled her eyes as she chewed her gum, smacking on it with her mouth open. F/n’s eyes narrowed, her smile disappearing. She watched as the woman slowly opened the register to put her money in and take out a few bills.

She focused back as her phone buzzed again. Her brows rested as she checked her phone. A message from Izuku telling her to hurry up, but in a polite way.

Hearing the receipt being printed out, she placed her phone away and yanked it out of the woman’s hand. She then grabbed her items and left, but not before hearing the woman curse her out.

“Bitch.” F/n mumbled as she glared at her before exiting the automatic doors. She didn’t know just how angry she was until she slammed her front door and set her bags down.

Her hands shook, but she took a deep breath, going to her room to reach for one of her medications until she realized Izuku was here. She glanced at him and seeing his questionable stare, she pulled her hand back and gave him a strained smile, “What kind of pizza did you want?”

“…” He stared at her e/c eyes, “Whatever.”

“Okay, I’ll be back!” She quickly left the room only to return with their snacks. A couple minutes later she returned with a pizza box in hand. She sprawled out all their stuff on her bed and had Izuku near the wall.

She ignored the male, but she didn’t mean to, she was just too busy trying to calm herself as she bit her nails. The male left her alone seeing she was angry and it kind of scared him. He didn’t want that to happen again. He wished the warmth that she was emitting could help his nervousness but it didn’t. He felt strange.

This was not a fun sleepover like he had imagined.

#midoriya x y/n #izuku x reader #bnha midoriya #yandere izuku x reader #yandere izuku #izuku midoriya

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The Forest: Invitation

Yandere Namjoon x Reader

The Forest: The Beginning Masterlist

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“I never thought you will have to return someday.”

The therapist’s office did not feel like a strange palace anymore. The last time she had been there was when she was seven- two years. It took two whole years for the constant, terrifying nightmares to cease.

“I did not think so either.”

“(Y/N) I’m a child psychologist, I would not be able to help you this time.”

“I know Doctor, but I am not exactly here for regular sessions, I need…I just need this to stop. But first I need to know what kinds of nightmares I used to have as a child? You have recordings, voice and video recordings. Don’t you?”

Dr Meera Smith had been a woman in her thirties when (Y/N)’s mother first brought her to her cabin. Now she was a middle-aged woman with greying hair and a heavier body. But she exuded the same warmth she used to when (Y/N) was brought to her as a child- five and traumatized.

“Are you sure? Your mother never wanted you to watch them.”

(Y/N) nodded at the question. She needed to go back in order to find the roots. Besides, she could share it with her therapist- if she needed one. And she might be needing one soon if her sleep cycle continued to be compromised.

“Yes, Doctor, I’m sure. I need to remember what I had been seeing in those nightmares and what had been the symptoms. I would like to take them home. The voice and the video recordings. All of them.”

Dr Smith eyed her carefully, concern visible in her chocolate orbs, before giving her a final nod.

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“Bloody hell, there are so many of them, more than a hundred (Y/N).” Cindy gasped as she eyed the recording files on the laptop. “You need to make time for these.”

“Juggling between the bistro and academics, it’s going to be difficult.” (Y/N) admitted.

Dr Meera Smith had handed over two pen drives to her- one had the video, the other had the audios. And even though (Y/N) was eager to copy all the files into her laptop, she did not know if she was ready to begin experiencing those sessions again.

“Just don’t let Mom know.” she turned to Cindy who nodded assuringly

“Of course not.”

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“One Belgium chocolate scoop on a chocolate waffle please!” (Y/N) informed the kitchen staff before turning around to type down the next order.

“Two bowls of French onion soup with crispy garlic and herbs bread, please.” the familiar voice made her look up.

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise.” Namjoon’s eyes had widened and eyebrows raised momentarily in surprise before a smile broke out.

“Yes, I never saw you here before?” (Y/N) felt her cheeks heating up for some unknown reason, but she managed to keep a social smile.

“Yes, a friend of mine recommended this place, and he was not wrong on the ‘warm vibes’ thing. Any recommendations you would make for dessert?”

“Eh, yes, um- lemon tarts, or the classic opera cakes. They are mostly sold-out on Fridays.” she was glad that she had managed to keep up her composure.

Kim Namjoon was an attractive man, intimidatingly so. There was a certain imposing aura surrounding him that could leave passersby awestruck, yet he was so smooth with manners and appeared so gentle in disposition, it made her mind fling into an internal battle- to give into the allurement or not.

“The classics, I see. I will take both since you recommended me. Please add that to the list.” his smile crooked a bit and she was afraid that he had noticed her reddened cheeks.

Nodding, she tried to focus on the computer screen while trying to not look up and meet his gaze- she could feel his eyes on her all the while.

“All done, you can pay and collect your bill.” she gestured towards John the cashier sitting only a metre away from her. Namjoon nodded and moved, to her relief.

She was seeing him after only two days and yet he had somehow managed to catch her off guard. She discreetly watched as he took a seat in front of a man whose wide back was visible, almost covering Namjoon’s frame.

Yet a part of Namjoon’s face could be seen, his friend was wide-shouldered, with jet black hair. And yet, when her eyes trailed up, towards Namjoon’s partly-visible face, only one eye was visible, and it was already on her, gaze piercing her soul.

(Y/N)’s breathing ceased for a moment before she snapped her gaze back to the customer standing in front of her.

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The bus stand was only five minutes away from the apartment complex. The usually bleak days were turning even shorter and bleaker, so by the time (Y/N) reached the gates of the complex, it felt to be midnight- even though it was only ten o’clock.

The evening had turned windy, making her nose turn pink. She tucked her hands inside her pockets as she stood near the gates. The presence of a security guard and multiple security cameras made her feel a bit safer, even though the longer she watched the darkened, massive park on the other side of the road, the darker it appeared.

It was only the wind that made the shrubs and trees ruffle, but it appeared as if something more than just gusts of wind was making them move. There were so many trees in the park, that it appeared to be the edge of a forest. And it reminded her of a real one- a terrifying, dense, dark forest that was etched on her mind like a stubborn stain. The return of the nightmares had only made it all worse.

(Y/N) bit her lip as she continued to gaze into the park. The locals had always described it to be beautiful, a lovely, sunny, cool and green place- ideal for nature lovers. But she could never bring herself to venture into the park alone. It had always been Cindy by her side whenever she had to step into the place- and she had only done so twice.

The sudden swoosh of something moving among the trees at a tremendous speed startled her, making her take a step back.

It is just the wind.

Just the wind

It’s windy and…

Fuck it!

With no intention to look back, (Y/N) turned around and hurried into the safety of the complex.

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“What?” (Y/N) could not believe her ears,

“Okay, I know that it is quite sudden but, we were first riding in the elevator together, then I helped him with shopping for his newly-set apartment and it just flew out of my mouth by the time we returned here.”

“So a dinner invitation just flies out of your mouth- like, just like that?” (Y/N) had not seen it coming.

How could Cindy be so careless?

“Look, he is Namjoon’s flatmate and well…Hot? Like, girl, he was so damn handsome and nice and gentlemanly. It—It was a moment’s slip.” Cindy sighed and grabbed (Y/N)’s hand “Look, I’m sorry, if you want, I can let him know that we cannot host a dinner this evening, it was my fault anyway and—”

“No wait, that would be…rude.” (Y/N) sighed and flopped herself on the couch “Okay, this Saturday we will have Namjoon and his flatmate…”

“Jin, his name is Kim Seokjin.”

“Yes, Namjoon and Seokjin. We will have them for dinner. But you are going to do the cooking and all, the most I will do is grocery shopping.”

Cindy smiled brightly at her “Trust me, you will not regret it, they are nice guys - especially Jin, he has been nothing if not gentlemanly and amiable to me.” she continued to sing the man’s praises.

“Mhm, Jin, huh? You seem quite smitten by him, Cindy.” her comment did nothing to deter her roommate from continuing to talk about the charming roommate of Namjoon (Y/N) had never met.

And she had to admit, the man ought to be charming enough to have a girl like Cindy be infatuated with him. The term might be an exaggeration but the way Cindy was blushing and smiling so brightly, (Y/N) was pretty sure that her best friend had a crush.

How could she not smile at her friend’s happy face?

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I could not resist, I have almost finished the first book and it is well above 25k words.

Hope you all enjoy it!

#yandere bts #yandere male #yandere rm #yandere namjoon #yandere namjoon x reader #the forest #bts yandere #yandere creature #namjoon x reader #yandere x reader #yandere creature x reader #supernatural creature

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angelofthenight · 2 years

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Wanda, to Stephen: Do u think (y/n) would want me if I threatened to kill myself

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mirkwoodshewolf · 2 years

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You’re an asshole, but you’re my asshole; Stephen Strange x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well this was one of the first tumblr requests I had gotten since I started opening requests up. And with MOM now out, this fic was SLIGHTLY inspired by it plus Ep. 4 of Disney+’s WHAT IF...? And yeah it’s a long one but I hope the anon who requested this loves it in the end as well as the rest of you guys.

Warnings: SLIGHT SPOILERS OF DSITMOM (again nothing MAJOR just America Chavez and her backstory but if you’ve read the comics I guess it’s not really a spoiler? idk I’ll still include spoiler tags if need be), kidnapping, OBSESSIVE YANDERE STRANGE!! angst ends to fluff, talking sassy kitty-cat (you’ll find out).

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God Stephen Strange is the most arrogant, egotistical, hypocritical asshole that has ever walked the universe! Always with me he’s gotta find some sort of flaw and compare it to his ex-lover? Partner? Whoever the hell she was, Christine Palmer. Now I get you can’t ever really let go of your first love but come on Strange. You were the one who fucked it up and I was there to pick up the pieces for you.

And even once we managed to get together, you still had to compare me to her. And even as you forced me to go with you to her own wedding (to SOMEONE ELSE MIND YOU!!) you had the gall to lie and say that you were happy. Yeah I know when he lies.

When his hands flinch and try to clench up at his side and his adam’s apple bobs up and down quickly. That’s how you can catch the great Doctor Stephen Strange in a lie.

And now once again after we got into a huge scuffle about something else. He had the nerve to say to me that he wished he hadn’t screwed things up with Christine, cause then he wouldn’t have to be dealing with my constant nagging. After giving him a hard falcon punch across the face that’s when I had stormed out of the London sanctum (since I am the Head Guardian of it) and stormed across the city.

I went over to my favorite cat café (yes a real cat café) and got my usual drink plus big chocolate chip cookies, all the while my favorite cat, a Calico named Demeter came up to me and she sat down in my lap. She was a beautiful 6 year old cat that was tri-colored of black, yellow and white. She had piercing green eyes and was the most skittish and cautious cats in the whole café, the owners even said that until I had come in, she never associated with anyone else but me.

As I broke apart my cookie but could barely enjoy it, my other hand was stroking down Demeter’s back.

“What else does he want from me De? Am I really not good enough for him? Is it the distance? I know that things have changed since he was last here but—is it the distance that’s forcing him to think about her? Or is it just me?” her tail curled up around her and her ear twitched as she just stared up at me. “Must be nice to be a cat. No worries, no expectations. All you really demand is pets, food and a clean place to go to the bathroom.”

“(Y/n)?” I didn’t even need to look up to see who it was.

“I thought I told you to not come after me!” I snapped as I took a sip of my expresso.

“I—” he paused.

“What Strange? What do you wish to say to me now, hmm!?! Does my (h/c) not match up to her strawberry blonde or whatever the hell they call it. It’s red hair for Christ sake! Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m not a doctor and could never get the hidden jokes you both used to share.”

“No! No that’s not—You were right.” I looked up at him puzzled. Okay now this is a first. Stephen never admits he’s right. “I….I was a fool. Better yet I was an arrogant, shit-faced asshole who screwed up big time. I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness but can you at least hear me out?”

I raised my brow skeptically at him but allowed him to sit down. At first he went for the chair next to me but I snapped my fingers and it moved away. I then pointed to the one in front of me and he softly nodded in understandment.

“You have 1 minute.”

“Wow. You—really mean business don’t you?” he softly joked.

“50 seconds.” I snapped.

“Comparing you to Christine is—the worst thing I could possibly have done. And I shouldn’t have done that. It’s just….you never forget your first love.”

“You’re really not starting off on a good foot.”

“Wait, wait. You didn’t let me finish. I took you for granted and I should never have done that to you. To us. I’m sorry. From the bottom of my heart I am truly, deeply sorry.” I pondered and pondered on his word and I said.

“Well Stephen. Even through your stupidity and ‘ignore all rules’ attitude, that apology would make most girls fall to their knees and make them fall in love all over again. And I might’ve been one of those girls. If it was the real you.”

“What? What are you talking about? I am real, see?” he knocked on the table which produced a knock. Behind my back I summoned out my Sais of the living Tribunal.

“I’m not saying you’re an illusion or a projection of Stephen Strange. You may have his face but you’re not him. Plus don’t think I haven’t noticed how frantic Demeter’s tail has gotten, or the fact that she’s met the real Stephen Strange and never acted this way towards him.”

Demeter let out an angry hiss before growling defensively whilst still in my lap.

“Now I’m going to say this one time. Who the hell are you and why do you have Stephen’s face? Are you a shifter from the Dark Dimension? Or a changeling sent by Nightmare?” at that moment the Stephen before me dropped the niceties and his voice grew into a more darker, menacing tone.

“You always were too clever. That’s what always drew me to you. Even in my own dimension.” Demeter immediately hopped off my lap and I stood up holding my sais toward him.

“No games! I want answers fraud!”

“I am as I appear my dear (Y/n). My name is Stephen Strange, just not yours.” His normal clothes then morphed into his sorcerer clothes, but there was a huge difference, even his face looked different.

Dark circles underneath his eyes, his beard was more gruff (like he didn’t trim it). He almost looked like a ghost or a demon if anything. His normal blue robes looked more dark purple with some black mixed in, but the biggest difference was the Cloak of Levitation. The friendly, soft red material had been changed to a straight menacing black satin that almost appeared to have an edge about them. Even the collar was spiked upward almost or even stocking out past his head like a crown.

“The name is Strange Supreme. And I have traveled through multiple universes to find you. And at last I have.”

“What are you talking about?” I sneered.

“It would seem your Stephen takes you for granted. Whilst I and—” he trailed off, I saw a glimmer of what may have been tears (crocodile tear or not I couldn’t tell). “In my universe, I had an (Y/n) (L/n). She—was my everything. My life, my heart, my soul. And I never took her for granted. Until the day she was taken from me. I’ve tried every spell, every ounce of magic to prevent her death but—she was gone. But now—now I see that if I can’t bring her back. I could find a new one to take her place.”

“Sorry to tell you this psychopath I’m not going anywhere. Especially not with—” my vision went fuzzy. I shook my head briefly. “Especially not with—” suddenly I lurched forward dropping my weapons.

“I knew this would happen. I knew you wouldn’t be willing to come with me by your consent. So I slipped a small spell in your drink that would activate if you rejected my offer.” What? No but the barista was a she and she—hold on. I looked up at him and I saw how he morphed into the barista for a split second to say in her Edinburgh accent. “Sorry dearie, guess I might’ve made it a bit too sweet for yah.” Before he morphed back into himself.

“You…..son of a b……” I collapsed and my world went black.

*3rd Person POV*

Strange Supreme walked over to (Y/n)’s body and gingerly stroked her cheek.

“100 years and finally at long last. I have you once again at my side my beloved. And I swear, I will never let you go again.” He picked her up and before summoning a portal with just a simple thought and he walked through it holding an unconscious (Y/n) in his arms.

From the corner, Demeter watched intensely before she looked around and saw the aftermath of what this ‘Strange Supreme’ had done. All the coworkers were frozen in their spots and as for the other cats, they had all been knocked out and were in a deep sleep. She raced towards the back (and by some string of luck) one of the employers had been frozen right by the door and had left it opened.

She dashed out and ran through the streets of London. Knowing of the stories ever since her favorite human arrived of the London Sanctum, she ran as fast as she could to the London Sanctum and when she got to the door, she proceeded to scratch at the door meowing as loudly as she could.

Inside the real Stephen Strange was now sporting an icepack as part of his recovery from facing the wrath of the current girlfriend.

“Hate to tell you this bruv, but you deserved it.” Taron, (Y/n) second in command born and raised in Wales said as he came passing by Stephen.

“Yes, yes I know. I’ve already been told that by half of the London Sanctum already.” Stephen snapped before sighed and holding the icepack close to his cheek. “I don’t even know why I said it. I was angry and it just—”

“Slip of the tongue?” Taron replied as Stephen nodded. “Look mate, when you blipped for five years. (Y/n) was a wreck. Especially after you two had recently gotten together. When you came back and all you thought about was Christine after Stark’s funeral, it really hurt her. She and your ex stayed here for the Blip, what made you think it was okay to think about your ex-girlfriend instead of your current one who had poured through every scroll, every page at Kamar-Taj to try and bring all who were blipped, mainly you, back?”

“Like she’s said. I’m an arrogant, selfish asshole.”

“And a number of other things but I’m keeping that to myself.” Taron muttered.

“Oi Taron!” a voice exclaimed. A young blonde haired boy with piercing green eyes came running forward.

“What is it Ben?” Taron asked.

“Okay, umm….this is gonna sound crazy but you might wanna open the doors.”

“What?” questioned Taron.

“Look not even I can explain it just open the bloody doors.” The three men went down the steps to the front door and Taron waved his hand to unlock the doors and soon bursting in meowing frantically was Demeter. She lunged towards Stephen and leapt at him. Awkwardly he caught her as she was meowing and pawing at him.

“You know this cat Stephen?” Taron asked.

“Hoe she’s not an ex too.” Ben muttered before snickering to which Taron kicked him in the shin.

“Demeter?” she let out a loud meow almost as if saying yes. “She’s one of the cats from the cat café (Y/n) liked to go to. But they—they never let you guys out at least not unsupervised.” She then started up her frantic meows and squirmed in Stephen’s grip. He set her down and she paced around him, rubbing up against him and pawed at his boots, almost as if telling him to go. “Okay this is insane, I’m talking to a cat. I mean it’s not like there’s a—” he paused before turning to Taron. “Please tell me there’s a spell to make animals talk.”

“You…..want to talk to the calico?” Taron sounded out suspiciously.

“Look Taron I know it sounds crazy, hell even insane but trust me when I say this cat does not normally act like this unless something is really wrong. And I have a sickening feeling that there is, and that it involves (Y/n).”

“There might be something. Not necessarily Kamar Taj material but an old Inuit spell from America. The Ancient One kept various spells based on different cultures here in London due to our sophisticated filing system. Follow me.” Taron led Strange, Demeter and Ben into the archive wing of the library.

Taron levitated through shelf after shelf until he found the book of Inuit spells and skimmed through the book until he found the spell he needed. Together with some basic ingredients like hair of creature needed, 2 tsp. of vinegar, 1 cup of water, 1/4th tsp. of food dye, a drop of honey and 3 grams of salt.

Taron mixed the ingredients together before pouring it into a cup. The potion now looked like a liquid formation of Demeter’s fur pattern and he handed it to Stephen.

“Once you drink this all down, say these words exactly. I even phonetically sounded them out for you in case you couldn’t get it.” Stephen glared at Taron who merely shrugged and handed Strange the cup.

“The things one does for love.” He then downed the entire glass like it was a shot and grimaced at the taste. He let out a couple of coughs before taking the paper from Taron and began to say the spell. “Deila hér me. Dag eru nou rar vitur orum.”

They waited for a few minutes to see if anything would happen. And they waited, and waited, and waited. Stephen let out a growl before throwing the cup to the wall and snapped.

“The longer we wait the longer it’s going to take to find out what happened to (Y/n)!”

“Maybe we missed something, here Taron let me see the book mate.” Ben said taking the book.

“So I drank that nasty shit for nothing. Great, great just great.” Stephen snapped before sitting down in a huff.

‘No wonder why she can’t stand you.’ A female voice spoke up. Stephen looked around but there was no female in the room, only he, Ben and Taron. He then felt a light pressure on his lap to see Demeter standing on his lap. She cleaned herself up before saying to Stephen again. ‘Not only are you too hung up in the past, but you’re too impatient. And I can see what she meant by your temper.’

“D-did you just……you’re talking?”

‘Well talking as in you can hear my thoughts, yes. How you ever became Sorcerer Supreme I’ll never know.’ Demeter hopped off his lap and onto the table, her tail wagging and curling up into a question mark point every now and then.

“Hold on Stephen, are you—”

“Shh!” he hissed at Taron and Ben before turning towards Demeter. “Look I’ll let you insult me all you want later, what is it you came here to tell me?”

‘Normally I’d never go running for a human, but (Y/n) has treated me like a cat should be treated, and not like some fragile glass doll.’

“Focus! (Y/n). What happened to her?!”

‘Okay Mr. Pushy. Look, I couldn’t even explain it myself. The guy who took my (Y/n) looked just like you. Only if he hadn’t gotten some sun in all of his life.’

“You’re saying he looked like me?”

‘Yep. Right down to your weird, Stark-copy beard.’

“I do not have Stark’s—besides that. What else happened?”

‘It all happened so fast. My brothers and sisters had somehow been knocked out cold, and everyone became like the statues you see outside. Still and frozen. Then just before my (Y/n) could fight back, she was knocked out. I think he said he put something in her drink. Then they both disappeared into one of those portal things you guys always love to make.’

“Did he say why he wanted her?”

‘Something along the lines of wanting to find her after so long. If you ask me, the guy was eyeing her like how Butch eyes that mouse that’s been sneaking into the café. Like he really wanted her and was going to do anything to get her.’

“And that’s it?”

‘Next thing I did was find a way out to try and come here. Of course I was hoping it wouldn’t be you because you hurt her Stephen Strange. Big time!’ Demeter swiped at him with her paw and let out a hiss as she said that. ‘If you don’t bring her back unharmed, you’re gonna regret ever having met me.’

“Alright. Alright.” Stephen stood up and faced Taron and Ben.

“What’d she say?” asked Ben.

“Take some sorcerers and investigate the café. I need to get to Wong and ask him if anything else has been disrupted since this look-alike has come into our world.”

“Wait Stephen are you suggesting that this is a Multi-versal threat?” asked Taron urgently.

“I can’t say for certain. But I can’t just let (Y/n) be kept prisoner from this other Strange.” He opened up a portal which had opened up to Kamar-Taj where Wong, and by sheer luck, America Chavez was also there standing close by.

“Strange, what’s going on?” Wong asked.

“It’s (Y/n).”

“Tía (Y/n) is in trouble? What did you do now Stephen?!” demanded America.

“It’s a long story but it would seem we got a visitor from another world, and by world I mean multiverse. Another version of me kidnapped (Y/n).”

“And how do you know this was another you?” asked Wong.

“You’re gonna think I’m insane.”

“Not the first time.” Wong muttered. Stephen glared at Wong and that’s when Demeter came through the portal right as it closed and she let out a meow.

“Aww what a pretty kitty.” Cooed America as she knelt down and tried to get Demeter to come over to her. “Come here sweetheart, come here.”

“Don’t waste your breath America, Demeter doesn’t go to just any—” but Stephen was interrupted as Demeter actually walked up to America and nuzzled against her hand and let out a purr.

“Demeter. Like the Greek goddess of harvest and agriculture. Ohh that’s a beautiful name for a beautiful cat like you.” America said as she continued to pet Demeter.

“You mangey little—and why did it take you months to get used to me?!”

‘(Y/n) has talked about this girl a lot. Shown me pictures, plus she has a good aura. You however are too arrogant and reckless.’ Demeter said as she allowed America to pick her up in her arms and continued to pet her.

“Strange. Are you—talking to the cat?” Wong asked hesitantly.

“And Inuit spell Taron found in the London Sanctum.”

“Are you serious? There’s a Doctor Dolittle spell? I wanna try it!” America proclaimed.

“No, you don’t trust me. Alright now wait we’re getting off topic here!”

“Even if there were another Stephen Strange here, what would be want with (Y/n)?” asked Wong.

“I think I might know.” America spoke up. The two men turned to her and she set Demeter down on a nearby table. “Can you ask Demeter if he had a black cloak on? That was spiked at the end and collar reaching up to his head?”

‘Yes. Yeah it did.’ Demeter said as she sat down and stared at America.

“She said yes. America do—do you know this version of me?”

“Briefly. He uhh—when I jumped into his universe by accident, he promised he’d help find my moms, but only if I told him where to find his (Y/n).”

“Find her?”

“He told me of a battle he and his (Y/n) fought a long, long time ago in his world. I don’t really remember much of who this foe they fought was but—he told me that the fate of their world collapsing was at large. But his (Y/n) didn’t hesitate. She and their foe broke through their reality and ended up being lost in the multiverse. Just—just like my mamás.”

Wong and Stephen sighed heavily.

“I told him I couldn’t help him find her, and like others have in the past he tried to take my power but I quickly got the hell out of there and never went back.” She stroked Demeter’s head and Demeter nuzzled against America’s forearm to comfort the young girl.

“I know you said you’d never go back, but do you think you can take me there?” Stephen asked.

“Stephen you know the laws of what multiverse jumping could cause.” Wong warned him.

“Yeah, yeah, conversions of our worlds mending into a multiversal war. Not like anything we haven’t faced before. But tell me this, Sorcerer Supreme. Are you willing to let (Y/n) die or worse in that world should it perish because of what that Stephen Strange has done?”

Wong sighed heavily. (Y/n) was his dearest friend, she saved his ass more times than he could count and now he had the chance to finally repay that debt, but would he risk two worlds potentially colliding that could either destroy one or both their worlds?

“You take the cat with you.” Wong said.

“What? Why?”

“Because that cat seems to knows to keep an eye on you and will keep you in line of you don’t.”

‘Oh I like him too.’ Demeter said as she walked over to Wong and let out a meow and raised her paw at him. Wong extended a hand out and Demeter gave his thumb a soft lick and purred once more.

“Is this a gang up on Stephen day or what?” Stephen questioned out annoyed.

“Probably. Especially after what you said to Tía (Y/n).”

“I—how do you know that?”

“She’s always told me. Ever since we first met. When you were still butthurt over Christine. Like I said I’ve seen more of yous and hers together than you and Christine. Even the creepy yandere version of yourself.”

“Yan—what’s yandere?” Stephen asked. America and Wong looked at each other and America spoke in Spanish.

“Should I?”

“It’d probably be best not to.” Wong responded back in Spanish. “Now if you’re going to go into this other world you’ll need to get in, find her and get out. The convergence can happen by a simple change in two variants of the same person being there but the effect of the convergence actually happening can either be instantaneous or prolonged.” Wong explained.

“Well let’s hope it’s the latter. America, do you remember where this other world with this Stephen Strange is?”

“A bit yeah. But he could sense you coming before the portal even opens. He’s that powerful. Last time I went, he was at the exact spot I would land.” She said.

“Okay so brute strength and power isn’t going to stop him. Guess I’ll just have to outwit him and I am good at that.” Wong and America looked at each other but chosen not to say anything.

“If the world you enter doesn’t start to collapse the second you arrive, give yourself an hour at most to find (Y/n) and then get out. America will open the portal for you to come through no later than that.”

“One hour, okay.” Stephen and Wong stood back as America stepped forward and she concentrated on summoning the portal to Strange Supreme’s universe.

“I’ll try to open it at this exact spot after the hour. And…..please be sure you have Tía (Y/n) before I do.”

“I’ll try. Come on Demeter.” Demeter hopped off and got up on top of Stephen’s shoulders and the two of them quickly hopped through the portal before she closed it behind her.

There was nothing but darkness surrounding them. As Stephen walked along, soft creeks sounded off with each footstep.

‘Could you be anymore louder than you are right now?’

“Okay one more insult out of you and I will throw you across the room.” Stephen threatened her in a quiet voice. She hopped off of Stephen’s shoulders and she sniffed around.

‘I can’t seem to find a trace of her scent.’

“Nothing?”

‘As I said, nothing. You sure we’re in the right place?’ As they walked further along they now stood before what almost resembled the main hall of the New York Sanctum, however the aura in it was dark and ominous.

Books were scattered all over the floor, candles by the mile decorated the floorboards ahead, and a large opening into what looked like a wormhole stood behind where the large window overlooked Bleeker street. As they walked along, Demeter suddenly stopped and she lowered herself briefly as she let out a soft but menacing growl.

“So……” a deep, gravely, possessive tone spoke. Stephen turned around and soon a grand fireplace lit up and sitting in a large red chair was Strange Supreme. “You did come.” Strange Supreme said. “And you brought vermin with you.”

Demeter let out an anxious meow as Stephen stood in front of her and the cloak of levitation picked her up and hid her behind Stephen’s back.

“More like a friend.” Strange Supreme scoffed.

“My (Y/n) did adore strays. Cats especially were her favorite. Even when I’d tell her we couldn’t have one, they were always drawn to her. She even took care of one that looked exactly like the one you’ve got.”

“I didn’t come here to make small talk. Now where is she?” Stephen demanded.

“Surprised that you still care. Why don’t you just go back to your world, patch things up with Christine. After all that’s who you truly love right?”

“What I said was…..”

“A mistake? A slip of the tongue, a sudden outburst of anger.” Strange Supreme mocked as he stood up. “I’ve seen her mind and her heart. You don’t know how good you’ve had it Stephen. Christine never treated us right, she never understood us, especially after our accident.” Strange Supreme showed Stephen the same scars on his hand from the car accident. “But (Y/n) did. She picked up the pieces, she taught us how to love again, and to see the light in everything. And you threw her out like trash.”

“I came here for her didn’t I? If I didn’t truly love her, I would’ve turned away and tried to go back to Christine like you claimed. But no, I’m here. I won’t ask this again, where. Is. She?”

“The only (Y/n) that’s here is mine. I worked too hard and sacrificed soo much to find her.”

“Look, I don’t know if your (Y/n) looks anything like mine, but if she does, She’s not yours. Her face may be the same but it’s not her. Plus even if it was her, what would she say if she saw you like this?”

“It wouldn’t matter. She’s here with me now and I’ll love her and take care of her ten times better than you ever did.”

“You have a very sick way of showing it.” Stephen sneered lowly. Strange Supreme smirked wickedly as he chuckled darkly.

“Love makes us do strange and crazy things. But it’s all worth it in the end. So long as we’re together.” Stephen noticed how Strange Supreme was fingering what appeared to be a pearl ring on his left ring finger. An odd piece of jewelry especially given the fact that the pearl was scarlet red.

‘Oi Strange. You might wanna wrap things up here with whatever this lovefest is. I’m starting to sense this world collapsing in on itself.’ True to Demeter’s word, the wallpaper was starting to roll upward, the books starting to disappear page by page and the candle were slowly melting away.

Stephen turned back towards Strange Supreme and he told him.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been planning. I know you can sense it. Even if you do have her, your world is collapsing in on itself.”

“So it seems. But I could care less. The only world that matters to me is (Y/n) and I.”

‘God this poor bastard is even more delusional than I thought.’ Demeter said.

“Not if I find her first.” Stephen challenged.

“And how would you know where she is?”

“I just do. We are Doctor Stephen Strange after all, and if I know myself…..”

“I always got to be smarter than everyone else.” Strange Supreme finished. “Well, produce her.” He challenged Stephen. Stephen looked around until he saw what looked like a small secret doorway right by one of the bookshelves.

“You’ve hidden her behind that door.” He said pointing out to it. Strange Supreme then walked over to the small doorway mocking him.

“Did I, Stephen Strange?” he stood by the small door as Stephen now walked over to the chair where Strange Supreme was just sitting at.

‘Wait, I sense something.’ Demeter told him. Stephen felt Demeter hop off his shoulder and she walked around the fireplace until she stood before a tall purple chair just across from the red chair. ‘There!’

Stephen looked carefully and saw a glimmer of what looked like the mirror dimension.

“Clever man.” He softly muttered. He heard a rough cough and he turned to see Strange Supreme hunched forward as he coughed up a large black skeleton key into his hand. Strange Supreme turned towards Stephen with a questioning yet challenging look. “Yep. Right there, she’ll be there alright.” Strange Supreme softly shook his head.

“You’re wrong Stephen Strange, she’s not there.” Strange Supreme hauntingly mocked as he unlocked the door to reveal an abyssal portal of dust and cobwebs. “Now, to ensure you don’t take my (Y/n) away ever again.” He summoned from his robes, the black dagger of Yama (which had the power to send a person’s soul to the Underworld with just a simple knick of the blade).

“Just allow me to make this one final declaration before you ‘do me in’.” He then picked Demeter up in his hands and he said. “SHE’S NOT YOURS!!” and then as hard as he could, he tossed Demeter right at Strange Supreme.

She yowled and growled as she was thrown through the air until she landed on Strange Supreme’s face. He roared and tried to get the calico cat off his face, but Demeter held firm scratching and biting every square inch of his face.

Using this as a distraction, Stephen quickly unlocked the purple chair to the mirror dimension and there he saw (Y/n) tied up and gagged in the chair wearing a deep purple and black dress, and a crown almost similar to the Scarlet Witch’s.

*My POV*

I watched as Stephen and evil Stephen had conversed back and forth with each other. But when Stephen threw Demeter at the evil Stephen, he took his chance and stood right in front of me and I saw as the mirror dimension was finally opened. He came right up to me and freed me of my chains and gag.

“I know, I know. Not the best idea to throw your favorite cat at my evil twin.”

“I’ll yell at you about that later. Did you get it?”

“Get what?”

“My heart. Stephen that-that psychopath reached into my chest and took my heart. He told me even if you came to save me, I’d never be able to leave this world without it.”

“I think I might have an idea of where he has it. For now let’s get you out of here.” He helped me up and we both left the mirror dimension and he closed the door behind us. Just in time for us to see the evil Stephen literally get his eyes torn out from his skull by Demeter’s claws and he threw her across the room.

But I opened up a portal and she went threw it before ending up back in my arms. Demeter yowled aggressively, baring her teeth at the evil Stephen.

“YOU SELFISH, CHEATING, BASTARD!!” evil Stephen roared as he turned to us, his eyes now hollowed holes and blood pooling out like tears.

All of a sudden the sanctum began to fall apart wood by wood. The floor beneath us became what almost looked like a giant web as we both fell through. I ended up getting stuck along the side while Stephen ended up falling all the way to the bottom.

“Stephen! Are you alright?” I called out.

“I’m fine, how about you and Demeter?” Demeter who was hidden within my dress robe meowed.

“We’re fine.” All of a sudden a monstrous roar was heard from above us. The Evil Stephen seemed to morph into some sort of dragon-hybrid creature as he then fell down into the web to try and get to Stephen. I then watched as Stephen quickly summoned a portal underneath him and he disappeared just before the dragon Stephen could land on him.

“NO!!! WHERE ARE YOU!?!? YOU SELFISH PRICK!!” He looked around trying to feel or hear anything from Stephen. I then felt someone beginning to cut my bonds from the web, I turned and Stephen pressed his index finger quietly to his lips as he continued to cut me free from the webbing.

When my upperbody was free, he allowed me to rest against him as he continued to work on freeing my legs (which somehow proved to be difficult.) I also worked as did Demeter on freeing my legs but one thread soon began to vibrate all the way down towards Dragon-Stephen.

“Oh shit.” I said which caused all of us to stop. Dragon-Stephen ceased his frantic searching and slowly turned towards us smirking maliciously.

“There you are.” He growled sadistically. Stephen then quickly cut the rest of my bonds and threw me over his shoulder as he quickly raced upward with Demeter behind us. “YOU’RE NOT TAKING HER AWAY FROM ME!!” he roared as he got closer to us.

I quickly summoned the sword of Vishanti and sliced him across the face which caused him to pause before growling at me.

“Now that my dear, wasn’t very nice. I was merciful last time but it seems you need a stricter hand.” Suddenly his arms turned into large snakes and they reached up and grabbed hold of the both of us, separating the two of us once more.

The snake that held me kept me high up in the air while the snake that held Stephen brought him towards the Monster-Stephen.

“You pathetic fool. You thought you could get away from the most powerful Sorcerer of this world!?” Monster-Stephen hissed. “Now you look into her eyes, I want her to see you die.” The snake squeezed Stephen so tightly that I could hear his bones cracking from up here. Our eyes locked with each other’s and I shook my head at him.

He-he couldn’t die like this. I just got him back after five years and yeah he’s an asshole at times but I still love him. I’ll always love him. But that’s when I heard My Stephen choke out a laugh. Wait what was he laughing at? I then saw his finger point upward and that’s when I saw the familiar spark of America’s blue portal starting to spark.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s just that—we hate to…..leave you high and dry but….our ride’s here.” I then let Demeter out from my robes and she bit Monster Stephen’s snake arm that was holding me and he let out a painful roar which released both Stephen and I.

Soon the bright blue star portal opened and I placed a binding spell on him to keep him bound to his world while Stephen, Demeter and I ended up getting sucked into America’s portal and ended up back on our Earth.

Stephen and I looked at one another before embracing each other. I buried my face into his neck thanking him repeatedly.

“You guys alright?” America asked us.

“Yes mija, we’re okay.” I told her. She smiled and ran over to me and I embraced her as well as did Stephen. “America, you know how you’ve been listening to those ASMR videos? I think you might wanna exclude the yandere videos from now on.”

“I was thinking the exact same thing tía.” I kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

“I think we all can pretty much say we’ll be staying away from stalkery, obsessive media of any kind.” Stephen said. As we separated, that’s when Stephen pulled out from his pocket the pearl ring that Strange Supreme had turned my heart into.

A simple motion of his hand and the cloaking spell dropped and there in the palm of his hand was my heart.

“Oh my—is that…..” America started.

“Yeah.” I replied bluntly.

“Damn. To be honest though I thought it’d be more—you know bloody? And you’d be—dead? I mean don’t you need a heart to like you know, live?”

“Not if you carefully remove it with magic. A heart is the most powerful thing a person can control. The evil Stephen thought that by taking my heart, he’d have me be under his control forever. To be the (Y/n) that he lost. But how did you—”

“A Sorcerer never reveals his secrets.” He teased me with a cheeky wink. “And unfortunately for him, my (Y/n) is smart to know who the true Stephen Strange is.” Stephen said.

“Your (Y/n)?” I questioned.

“Urm not that you’re my possession or anything god no! I mean, what I meant was you are your own person but uhh—I’m not making this better, am I?” I softly chuckled and kissed his cheek.

“I get what you mean.” A soft smile spread across his face. “Does…..this mean you’ll try to stop comparing me to Christine?”

“I promise. I don’t know why it took me losing you to some psycho-obsessive version of me to realize just how different yet important you are in my life. I know I’ve got some serious making up to do, but I am truly sorry (Y/n). And I hope you can forgive me, or at least give me another chance?”

“You maybe an asshole at times, but you’re my asshole.” We both chuckled before he returned to me my heart. After that we immediately kissed each other and held each other tightly.

*Stephen’s POV*

That night as we lay in bed together (Y/n) had long fallen fast asleep but I wanted to keep watch over her. Not only to see that this was real, but to also ensure that she was going to be safe. From the full moon I saw a small shape come at our window and the sound of a meow was at the window.

It was Demeter, and judging by the tail flickering the way it was and the way her ears were, she was not happy with me. Slowly I got out of bed and went to the window and opened it up.

“Hello again.” A deep but soft growl came out of her. “I’m sorry I threw you at him. At the other Strange. It was the only thing I could think of to distract him to save (Y/n). Can you forgive me?” her narrowed eyes softened and her pupils grew in a more friendlier manner.

Her ears were now fully erect and her tail wasn’t flickering as much as she now began to purr. I slowly reached my hand out and she headbutted my fingers before giving my wrist an affectionate lick. I picked her up and carried her over to our bed and she immediately began to spin around and kneed right near (Y/n)’s feet before letting out a yawn.

I got under the covers and held (Y/n) close to me right as Demeter lay there in what (Y/n) and America refer to a cat’s ‘bread loaf’ style. Her purrs had gotten louder as she closed her eyes and fell asleep right at our feet. I lay my head against the pillows but buried my face into (Y/n)’s hair taking in her scent.

She was back with me, and I won’t risk losing her again even by my own hand.

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The villains of the MCU

PHASE 1

Iron Man: Capitalist father figure (but not really)

The Incredible Hulk: Russian-British man who wants to be the Hulk so bad

Iron Man 2: Angry Russian man who blames Tony for his problems

Thor: Jealous little brother who just found out he was adopted

Captain America - The First Avenger: Super Nazi (but not really since he cut ties with the Nazis)

The Avengers: Jealous little brother is back and this time, he's got an army

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PHASE 2

Iron Man 3: A "nice guy" toxic nerd who formed his own company

Thor the Dark World: Generic Lord of the Rings villain

Captain America - The Winter Soldier: The War on Terror / American foreign policy

Guardians of the Galaxy: Really angry blue man who is angry that his people chose peace over war

Avengers - Age of Ultron: Robot Pinocchio who wants to kill everyone after surfing the Internet

Ant-Man: Generic capitalist villain

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PHASE 3

Captain America - Civil War: Regular human who just wants the Avengers to be held accountable for their actions

Doctor Strange: Evil sorcerer who worships CGI Benedict Cumberbatch

Guardians of the Galaxy - Vol. II: The deadbeat dad who comes back home and tries to pretend that he didn't abandon his kid for years

Spider-Man Homecoming: Working-class father who got screwed over by bureaucracy and billionaires

Thor Ragnarok: The long-lost sister who your estranged father didn't tell you about

Black Panther: Revolutionary who wants to stop imperialism with imperialism

Avengers - Infinity War: E̶r̶e̶n̶ ̶J̶a̶e̶g̶e̶r̶ Purple, space Hitler

Ant-Man and the Wasp: A woman who just wants to live

Captain Marvel: The "I was just following orders" guy trying to explain their horribleness

Avengers - Endgame: Purple, space Hitler round 2

Spider-Man - Far From Home: Fake news

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PHASE 4 (so far)

WandaVision: Witch who is having too much fun messing with people

Falcon and the Winter Soldier: V for Vendetta

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ABC SHOWS

Agents of SHIELD S1: Abusive father figure who makes his kids kill dogs

Agents of SHIELD S2: Creepy mad scientist / Long-lost mom who is just trying to protect her people

Agents of SHIELD S3: That one guy who you thought was cute until you learned he was a Nazi / Squid monster who is somehow a founder of fascism

Agents of SHIELD S4: Robot yandere who just wants some love

Agents of SHIELD S5: Alien overlord from the future / Military man who gets possessed by liquid gravity

Agents of SHIELD S6: A literal Incan goddess

Agents of SHIELD S7: Bootleg Joker

Agent Carter S1: Evil Sigmund Freud

Agent Carter S2: A Hollywood actress who is revealed to be a mad scientist

Inhumans: Bootleg Loki

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NETFLIX

Daredevil S1: Mobster who can't control his temper

Daredevil S2: Immortal ninja who performs blood rituals

Daredevil S3: Mobster who can't control his temper...but now he's even more pissed

Jessica Jones S1: Selfish rapist who just discovered love for the first time

Jessica Jones S2: Long-lost mom who has gone insane

Jessica Jones S3: Best friend/sister-figure who went bad because of envy and insecurity

Luke Cage S1: Half-brother who quotes the Bible because...it's scary, I guess

Luke Cage S2: The two leaders of a gang war. One uses pocket sand as a weapon, the other has a Game of Thrones backstory

Iron Fist S1: Corrupt businessman who has ties with magic ninjas

Iron Fist S2: Magic ninja version of the Punisher

The Defenders: A clan of magic ninjas led by Ellen Ripley

The Punisher S1: The military industrial complex

The Punisher S2: Y'all Qaeda / Christian extremists

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HULU AND FREEFORM

Runaways: Aliens and witches (so, two of Sam Wilson's big three)

Cloak and Dagger S1: Oil tycoons

Cloak and Dagger S2: Junko Enoshima, the Ultimate Despair but if she was a black, male, jazz musician

Helstrom: Literal demon daddy

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Yandere Engie x Reader ~ Dark Nights Come With A Cost [PT 8]

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"Go ahead and sit in the kitchen. I'll get whatever medical stuff I can find."

"Ya really don't have ta do that-"

"You just got the shit beaten out of you because of me, I'm fixing it" you spoke with a sharper tone, your eyes not daring to turn to him as you made your way further into the apartment. Having been given no time to talk back he decided it was best to simply do as asked until you were back. He took a seat on a chair in the kitchen as the adrenaline of the moment started to slowly fade away and the pain of his wounds started to surge through his body. A headache started to beat against his skull, the blood still trickling from his cuts annoying him almost to the point of agitation.

"Damn asshole knew how ta hit" he spoke to himself, soon realizing he'd need to use his shirt to stop the blood from trickling anywhere. He took a few deep breaths, calming his tense body as he waited.

You didn't leave him waiting too long considering you kept all of your medical supplies in the same place. Silence remained as you walked into the kitchen, both you and him averting your eyes from each other as you pulled up a chair and laid out the materials. He was going to protest again, to repeat that you really shouldn't, to say that this was maybe all a bit too much for him...

But when his eyes finally met the grim look on your face, he almost couldn't speak.

"I don't have any sort of anesthetic, so this is going to sting a little" you warned as you finally let your eyes wander towards his. A second of silence lasted before Dell quickly pulled himself out of his own head long enough to respond.

"That's fahne...Nothin Ah can't handle" he replied and, with a nod, you went to clean the blood off his cuts.

A tense air fell on the room, the many questions left to simply dance around in silence as you helped him with his cuts.

He watched your hands rather intently; a bit of anxiety bubbling at having someone other than family tend to his wounds. It was strange, and most certainly not something many in the family would look well upon.

I mean, he's only known you for a few months! And to not only get in a fight for you, but let you fix him up after? That felt like a lot of trust to him. A lot of trust that he surprised himself with his willingness to give.

Still, his eyes watched your hands to make sure you didn't make any mistakes or do something to hurt him on purpose. He was surprised, however, that you seemed proficient in what you were doing, at least more so than he was. Though you did cringe now and again, showing dislike for the goriness of the cuts. He took this newly learned fact as a possible way to break the silence that plagued the room.

"Ya seem real good at fixin up wounds..." He spoke in a quiet voice, though he was sure even a whisper would have seemed too loud in the silence. You paused what you were doing for a moment and glanced at his eyes, hesitating on a response before continuing with what you were doing as you found the words to speak.

"Yeah, well I'd hope I was...I was practically raised on medical books" you answered, your voice holding a calm yet strained sound to it. As if at any moment you'd say whatever words hung heavily on your tongue.

"Family'a doctors huh?" He asked, hoping to keep the conversation going so as to distract himself from the pain and get rid of the gnawing silence.

"Everyone on my mom's side. Didn't help that my dad's side was full of police and military either" you answered almost absentmindedly as you seemed too busy with your own thoughts and your current task to think before you spoke.

"Ah got a lot'a military in mah family too-" he winced just as he finished the sentence after having distracted himself from your hands long enough for him to not notice you had moved to clean the wounds instead of just trying to stop the blood. His sound of pain caused you to immediately pull away, more so out of instinct than any type of rational thought.

"Sorry" you spoke quickly and, if even just for a split second, he could have sworn there was a hint of fear in your eyes. Though it quickly dissipated, leaving him to wonder if he'd even seen it in the first place.

"S'alright" he spoke, the sudden searing pain leaving just as quickly as it came. After you were sure that he was okay you slowly went back to what you were doing with even more gentle of a touch than you had before. The sheer gentleness of your hands made his body feel so suddenly heavy, his eyes turning away as he was sure his face burned red. He felt almost jittery at the touch of your hands yet he forced himself still, as if so much as moving would break the careful touch, one he'd never really known in a family like his. Luckily, with the circumstances of the situation, you weren't likely to notice his sudden swirl of anxiety.

Another bout of silence came, something that left Dell antsy and concerned as he pushed away thoughts of his own emotions and tried to focus on yours. When his eyes managed to glance at your face despite his sudden unwillingness to look at you, he caught the storm behind your eyes. As if swept into a hurricane he felt at a loss of what to do or say. The words held behind your hesitance were an infinite number of possibilities that he couldn't begin to guess and work around. And the silence they brought; dear god the silence! He could hardly stand his lack of control, his inability to help! He was stuck in a perpetual cycle of 'what can I do?' That all ended with the word 'nothing'. It left him even more anxious than before as he waited for you to say something, anything-!

"I uh- I'm sorry that I dragged you into my problems I...I shouldn't have-...I should have handled that on my own..." You finally spoke, your words destroying the tense silence with stinging words. Words that sent a shock of confusion through Dell.

How...How could you believe this was your fault?

The man was trying to get you alone! He showed up at your apartment with no warning! He didn't listen to you! He didn't respect your ability to say no! He- He- He would have hurt you!

"Ain't none'a this your fault..." Dell quickly countered, your eyes once again locking with his as he did so. You felt your throat tighten at his words, talking seeming even harder than it already was.

"B-But it is! I should have just talked to him! If I would have just-...you got thrown down a flight of stairs and hurt because I couldn't just deal with my own fucking problems-" you felt the sudden weight of Dell's hands on your shoulders, your eyes not tear from his. His face twisted into deep concern, his eyes holding more care on you than you've seen in years.

"He ran at ya. He was warned twice ta just walk away and he ran at ya. He was trahin ta hurt ya. There ain't a single way in which any'a that could have been your fault and there ain't no way that man was lookin ta solve that peacefully..." He spoke with as genuine of a tone as he could, his words reaching your ears in an almost surreal way. As you stared at him, the shock of his genuine care hitting you, your eyes began to well with tears. The beginnings of sobs started to escape your throat as your hands grew shakey and you breaths shallow. At the oncoming breakdown Dell saw falling over your face, his expression grew to devastation. With almost no hesitation, he pulled you in for a hug. Immediately after he did so you wrapped your arms around him just as full sobs began to rack through your system. At the sound of your sobs he held you a little tighter as he now understood why the words had weighed so heavy in your throat along with why you didn't speak for so long.

You were hurt. Hurt in a place he didn't recognize at first and in a way he didn't see often. You felt responsible for the worlds other's laid on your shoulders, for the consequences of other peoples actions. And as he held you tighter he felt that weight. That quiet pain hidden behind skittish eyes.

He had never met someone so worried for others that they forgot about themself.

"H-He's never done that before a-a-and I don't e-even know what I did! I j-just- I- I don't know wh-what to do anymore! They w-won't stop...they won't stop" You stammered words out through sobs, the pain of months of silence spilling out as you became unable to pretend like nothing was happening anymore. He listened, the many small things he's seen beginning to come together as a horrible picture soon came to mind. He felt rage bloom in his chest.

How dare these people do this to you. It infuriated him to know they had been getting away with this. That they had whittled you down day after day, stealing away the joy that allowed those rare smiles. The ones that had always sent a shock through his skin. How could they do that? How could someone look at you and decide to ever lay a hand of harm on you?

What could you have done to deserve any of this?

"S'alright...s'alright..." He comforted, continuing to hold you close as you cried. You both remained this way for a while as you tried and failed multiple times to gain your composure. He noticed each failed attempt; each weak try to pull back the thin strings that held you together. He didn't rush you, in fact he felt his stomach twist every time you tried to force your tears down. As if you felt rushed to hide your pain once again, to plaster shut the holes that had formed in your cracked façade of fine.

Finally you managed to, and once you did you slowly pulled away, your face completely tearstained and your eyes bloodshot. You turned your face away from him, embarrassment creeping through you as you realized you had just sobbed into the arms of someone who only recently had become your friend.

How pathetic. You couldn't even keep your shit together long enough for him to leave. What a mess you've made. Your first friend in a long while and what do you do? Get him into a fight and then sob in his arms like some kind of child, that's what you do. Gee Y/n, that's a great way to keep him around.

Who are you kidding, this was bound to happen. It had only ever been a matter of time before you went and fucked up another one of the only good things you had going for you. Mandy was right...

You really do ruin everything.

"I-I...I'm sorry I-...that was uncalled for, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable-"

"Y/n" he spoke up, his hands moving to gain a grip on your upper arms. He remained silent until your eyes turned back to look at him

"It's alright..." He spoke slowly, purposefully, and with intent to show the seriousness in those words. You tried to keep eye contact but it didn't last long, the learned shamed of your tears not something easily pushed away with only a few words. Dell gave you a few seconds, allowing you to breathe and gain back most of your composure before he spoke again.

"Ah uh...Ah understand if ya don't wanna talk about it...but if ya feel comfortable Ah wouldn't mind hearin about it" he spoke softly now, as if a harsh voice would break the fragile state you were in which, to be fair, was true.

You hesitated for a moment, the idea running through your brain.

He...He still wanted to talk to you? After that? You would have guessed that he wanted to leave, but to not only want to stay but to hear more? To lend an ear willing to listen to you? To care at all? It stunned you.

Yes...yes you wanted to talk- no, no you wanted to scream. You wanted to scream until you fainted, until you couldn't breathe. You wanted to grab him, to tell him every bad thing you were forced to hide. To howl every indignity and pointless suffering you had to face. You had waited your whole life for that listening ear, the one who'd sit and let you talk without judgement. The one who'd listen, just listen. All you had ever wanted was for someone to listen.

You nodded, a stifled sob leaving you as you tried to calm yourself away from another breakdown.

"Do ya want a cup'a water first?" He asked, knowing that your throat must be sore from the sobbing and if not that then your face must at least be heated up. You nodded once again and without hesitation he stood and found a cup before filling it with the coldest water he could get before returning to you.

He handed you the cup before taking a seat again, a small thanks escaping your lips. He stared at you a moment, his eyes glancing over each small movement as he waited for you to start. Recognizing the cue you took a sip from your drink before starting.

"I don't even really know where to start, uh...I met Mandy- you- you don't know who I'm talking about- u-um..." Nervousness rang clearly through your voice, your face now refusing to look in his direction, instead staring intently at the cup in your now unsteady hands.

"S'alright, take your tahme..." Dell encouraged you, his patience in situations like this almost baffling to you. You took another deep breath and let it shakily escape your lungs before continuing.

"I met a girl named Mandy when I was around thirteen. She was the girl that wouldn't leave me alone at the library. We were best friends, met each other at school. Inseparable. A few years later we met Damien. I think he was around eighteen while me and Mandy were sixteen. We all got along well together. Mandy was always around when you needed her and Damien was-...well the guy everyone either wanted to be or wanted to be with. Rich, attractive, charismatic. The works. We talked for years about how we were going to move out, the three of us. Then..." You hesitated to continue, your next words seeming a bit harder to say. Dell didn't push, instead remaining patient as he waited for you to go on.

"...My parents kicked me out when I was 19. My mom wanted me to be a doctor, my dad wanted me to join the military or at least the police force. They would have paid for the education and everything. But me in my ultimate teenage wisdom rejected the offer. I couldn't handle the blood, the violence of it all. Ever since I was a kid they said that I would be one of the greats. That I would 'uphold and outdo the L/n legacy'...such horse shit" You showed signs of anger- no, no it wasn't that. It was some deep part of loathing, a wound left unchecked and unmanaged. Ignored only to become noticeable when it most impaired you. It only took a few seconds for that supposed anger to melt into remorse, the ache of it all almost choking you. But you pushed on anyway, determined to finally talk to someone, to break your years of unending silence.

"I...I never really wanted a career to be my sole purpose in life you know? I wanted to go to work for the money and come home and just be allowed to do whatever I want. To just create and dream and all that cheesy shit. Something simple where you clock in, clock out, then go home, like the numbers person behind a business or something...When my dad kicked me out he told me not to come back until I 'got my head out of my ass and joined the real world'" you paused again, taking a sip of your drink as you fully lost yourself to the memories.

"But I didn't care. Damien's parents were loaded, we could have gone anywhere we wanted, all expenses paid. Spoiled asshole convinced me it was a good thing. So we moved here. His parents paid my full tuition so I could get a good job that didn't drain my whole life and we rented out this apartment so the three of us had our own little place..." You reminisced, the memories before everything revealed itself to you bringing with it a melancholy joy. You continued.

"But Mandy was never really satisfied with just me. She made friends quick, she knew her way into anyone's good side. So she was out with other people most days and when she wasn't out drunk somewhere she was hanging out with Damien. Those two were always closer than they were with me. It was so stupid now that I look back on it. Those two were clearly made for each other...but Damien chose to date me instead..." A hint of a glare rose in your eyes with the rumblings of the part you knew came next and the memories that didn't fall back in waves so much as they constantly lingered in a constant high-tide that you drowned in.

"I didn't take it seriously at first. Hell, he could have had nearly any person he wanted, why would he have settled for me? He didn't make it any type of secret that he could do better than me either but I just...I just wanted so- so badly to believe that he wanted me. That there was someone, someone that didn't just like me on their terms. That even if he was an ass, and even if he knew he could do better than me, that he wanted me. That there was something that kept him around besides the fact that I was just easy for him...I just-...I wanted a miracle I guess..." Your face darkened as you delved deeper into the vivid echo of your past, the stinging wound of him never having been allowed to heal, leaving it to feel as fresh as if it had happened only days ago.

"I walked in on him and Mandy doing each other...my only friend and my boyfriend fucking on the goddamn couch like they wanted me to walk in on them. I...I just got so mad a-a-and I..." You paused, holding back the tears that threatened to leave. Once you felt you were composed enough you continued.

"And I told them that I'd ruin them. That I'd tell Damien's parents about what a dick he is and expose Mandy to all of her friends, that they wouldn't get away with it! I-...I didn't...I didn't know what I was messing with, if I'd have known I-...I would have kept my mouth shut" You spoke in almost desperation, the remembrance of the ongoing deterioration of every ambition you had falling apart in front of you.

"Mandy's friends were more loyal than I thought and Damien's parents didn't take me seriously. I don't know what they told everyone but I get constant texts about how horrible of a human being I am and Damien only seems more agitated every time I see him. I even had people banging at my door trying to get in saying that I was a psycho and that I was trying to kill Mandy and Damien! It doesn't matter what I do. I've changed my number to stop the texts but it always gets back out, I've called the police but they just tell me they'll look into it but they never do. I can't go anywhere without being glared at or feeling like someone's just waiting for me to screw up! A-And after my lease is up I won't have anywhere to go which means I'll probably lose my job a-a-and I-I..." You stopped, tears beginning to fall down your face again, the weight of your situation almost suffocating you with each word you spoke of your disaster of a situation. You still didn't dare turn to Dell, afraid that you might find a pity-filled stare or possibly even indifference. That he might have just realized who you were and that your words would lead him to never speaking to you after this.

Dell was almost relieved you weren't looking at him considering he was only barely hanging onto his sense of calm, your explained situation having him mentally tearing apart the people involved. And with those thoughts came utter confusion, his calmness once so easily obtained now leaving him, his only feeling now being an uncommon rage, one he hadn't felt in his lifetime, at least not to the extent that he almost couldn't hide it.

Now, however, was no time to get carried away with the growing thought. So he forced himself away from your spoken words and only then did he truly see the state you were in while telling him your situation, which quickly melted anger into devastation. As it did a sickeningly horrible feeling seeped into his skin like acid, burning through every one of his most important facilities and straight to his chest. The searing amount of discomfort was almost unbearable. The confusion of it all and his want to reject the strength of such emotions for a stranger only seemed to make it worse, especially as he noticed your head hung in shame.

As if you held any blame for what was happening to you! As if you believe you deserved any of this!

Finally, he moved. His hand hovered over your shoulder a minute, thoughts of holding your face in said hand flashing by before he once again grabbed your shoulder, hoping to ground you if only a little bit.

"That...That don't sound lahke no easy situation," He started, the sound of his voice running through your head. The calm and cautious tone shocked your nerves into a sudden still that allowed you to breathe and step away from your swirling emotions.

"And Ah can't say Ahm gonna make everythin better," he continued his other hand taking a place on your other shoulder, earning enough of your attention for you to finally look up at him. His face was a mixture of emotions you couldn't even begin to comprehend, especially as he was reluctant to acknowledge them himself.

"But Ah'm here...And Ah know we don't know each other too well, but you ain't alone. If ya need a place ta stay, or some extra cash or hell, even just a person ta talk ta, Ah'm here. We're gonna figure this mess out tagether." He spoke in all seriousness, his eyes not straying from yours even for a moment. You stared back, trying to find some sort of lie or gotcha. For a moment you believed that maybe this was all an elaborate prank, some sick joke to ruin you once and for all. But when he didn't divert his eyes or crack even just a small opening of a façade, you felt a warm feeling consume you.

The light pressure of his hands felt safe, the slight rise and fall of his chest brought a rhythmic comfort. It felt as if he alone could keep you hidden away from the cruelty of a world that at every turn betrayed you.

"...why?" You whispered, the word almost barely able to fall from your lips as you found your body lulled by the pull of his comforting presence.

He took a moment to respond, his eyes searching yours as if to find some sort of answer in them. He imagined that if he could maybe just see something vile, something unforgivable in those pleading eyes, that he would lose this suffocating feeling, that his strange and unexplainable fixation with some part of you would disappear and he could go back to living a life absent of anyone that could trigger such overwhelming emotions. But what he saw only seemed to worsen his strange and illogical care, because he noticed such unfathomable want in those eyes. Pleading, begging for this to be real. But along with that he saw confusion, a mind not able to understand such care from someone practically unknown when those you were closest to would give you little more than a passing insult.

And that question.

That simple word could boggle even the most intelligent minds. There was a rabbit hole of unsolved mysteries behind that one simple word. And as of now, it was Dell's worst enemy. The unknown that lay in the utterance of such a seemingly uncomplicated question confused Dell to the point of utter perplexity, a state he rarely found himself in with nearly everything he naturally succeeded with in life.

"Ah..." He started, his eyes still searching yours for the impossible answer. Yet it would take more than that to find a solution to the unexplainable.

"No one should have ta live Lahke this...least'a all someone who don't deserve it" He answered, though it didn't even begin to explain what was really going on in his head.

You two stayed like that for a moment more, as if you would find some hidden meaning in the eyes of the other. But this only lasted a few more seconds before you finally looked away again, your breathing now calm, the tear stains and bloodshot eyes being the only remnants of your upset state

"Thanks...I...I'm sorry- I didn't mean to have a breakdown-"

"S'alright, no need ta go apologizin anymore. Hell, with what you're going through Ah'm surprised it didn't happen sooner" he commented, his hands finally pulling away, though they seemed to linger for just a moment more than he'd meant to.

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narrators-journal · 3 years

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Illumi's family arranged for him to marry the daughter of a famous murderous family, his fiancee has the personality of Violet Evergarden, they have a son together, but before Illumi finds out about the child, she breaks up the marriage! 5 years later he found out about the prodigy son, what would his reaction be? Would he try to get custody of the child or would he force the reader to remarry and start a family? (Illumi Yandere obsessive)

So, I had a bit of fun and made this a little scenario! Though, to answer your question, he'd force reader-chan to remarry him and play family. I hope you enjoy this little ditty!

To be fair, betrothal had a track record for being somewhat fickle in the longevity department, Illumi could admit that. He'd wanted his marriage to you to take after his own parents' relationship, long lasting, happy, stable. However, you had been stubbornly independent from the first day he'd met you when he was 12, all because you had come from your own well off, assassin-trained family. That fact had pissed him off as a child, it'd annoyed him the most as a teen, because at 16 you were particularly enthusiastic with your defiance of his rules and commands, and it hadn't sat well with him when you finally officially married him, but he'd tried to negotiate with you and keep the peace. You obey him, he won't use his needles on you, win-win.

Guess not, since about a year into the arrangement, you'd been able to worm your way through a loophole that let you divorce him. Hence why you were currently playing a nasty game of tag.

That was something of the last straw for Illumi. He could learn to manage you going against his rules, he could put up with your stubborn personality and spiteful refusal to give up birth control, but he would never allow his wife to just walk out on him. So, when you'd vanished, he of course went looking for you, which was a hassle and a half since you were trained to work in his line of business. So, he tried not to be annoyed when his hunt lasted for a few years, but it really did eat at him.

I'm about to just declare (y/n) dead and find a new wife. He thought one day, five years into his hunt, while he trudged around a shop with his mother's list of demands in hand. As time had gone on, Kikyo Zoldyck, Illumi's mom, had made a habit out of sending him personally to grocery shop so he would stop fuming around the estate. So, dressed in one of his sweatshirts and some shorts, Illumi was standing in a store, grumpily musing over what to do about his runaway wife while finding the stuff his mother asked for. Suddenly, just as he turned down another aisle, he spotted a strange child all alone in the pathway, looking down at some candy. "Where are your parents?" he asked, and when the boy looked up at him, his eyes narrowed. He was looking back into his own dark, bottomless eyes. "Where is your mother?" he asked again, his voice somewhere between calm and tense, but the child acted as if he didn't hear any of the malice in Illumi's voice, just turning and running off down the aisle with his chosen candy in hand.

Swiftly, Illumi put his own shopping down and went after him, following the young boy down a few aisles before losing him in a small crowd. So, the man huffed, clenching his fist and repressing the hot rage coursing through his veins before returning to his shopping and just going to buy everything he had, his mother would have to send a butler to finish the list later. However, while standing in line, stewing in his frustration, confusion, and wrath at the potential answers he was thinking up to explain the odd child, the long haired assassin struck a gold mine of luck. Out of the corner of his eye, walking towards the exit, he spotted the familiar puppy-patterned shirt of the toddler he'd seen earlier, but this time said child was holding onto the hand of a woman.

So, acting quickly, he put his things down again and went after the duo, catching up to them and grabbing the woman by the wrist when they were outside in the parking lot. "Hey!" you snapped, whirling around to face Illumi, that sickly familiar look of aggression instantly giving you away, "(y/n)." Your name was curt and rather inexpressive, but Illumi's aura held all of the underlying meaning and threat he needed for your narrowed, (e/c) eyes to flit through a multitude of emotions. Terror, anger, back to fear, than back to anger, and finally, a cold, hateful, calm. "Can the Zoldycks really not afford a dictionary? We're divorced Illumi, you have no right to bother me." you hissed, yanking your wrist out of his bruising hold while inching your son behind you. "We can talk about the 'divorce' later, as for my rights, I have quite a few when it comes to my child." He pointed out, glancing down to the dark-eyed child behind you, getting an evil look in response, "He isn't your kid, fucker. You're not the only man I've slept with, stupid." you shot back, barring your teeth at the murderer-for-hire.

For a long moment, the two of you stared one another down. Both were obviously pissed and full of malice, but with a small child that could likely be Illumi's so close, neither could express that aggression, whether it be through their auras or a vitriolic fight. So, they were somewhat stuck in a stalemate until Gotoh broke the tension, "Master Illumi, would you like some assistance?" He offered, bringing to your attention that you were caged in by two butlers and Illumi. To make things worse for you, Illumi caught that realization in your body language and relaxed a bit knowing he'd finally got you back. "Let's just go home. Gotoh, call the doctor for a DNA test, I'll need it for the kid." Illumi said, breaking the hateful staring contest he'd been in with you to once again look at the small, (your hair color) boy you were doing your best to keep from him. "Fuck off, Illumi, I'm leaving." You snapped, refusing to give in without at least a tiny fight, which the man understood, but he refused to let you go again. "That's where we're going, (y/n), home." he assured, and before you could argue again or attack him, Gotoh put a hand on your shoulder and firmly led you to the car, letting Illumi follow, in a far better mood now.

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smallrainclouds · 3 years

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Made To Break

Yandere!Hypnos x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 5k

Warning: Yandere bevaiour, dubcon/noncon, sex in later parts

No beta. Read at your own risk.

A/N: part one of two. Enjoy.

Your father was a fool.

But perhaps You were just as foolish.

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When the letter arrived, you couldn't believe that the same man wrote it.

Your father always wrote in neat, tight letters but the letters You got were loopy, large letters that fused together at odd parts.

You sat in your car outside your childhood home. The front yard was nothing but overgrown grass now. You could see the lack of care the home had gotten over the years in the cracks and chipped off paint. The overcast skies and trees with just a few leaves holding on only added to the depressing picture.

You bit your lip as you pulled out your father's letter from your bag.

With shaky hands, you unfolded it again for what must have been hundreds of times.

'My dearest child.

I gave it all up. I have found a way to eternity. But it cost me everything.

Forgive me.

I just wanted to see your mother again.

Father.'

"Madness. Simply mad." You murmured. You could feel the tears welled up in your eyes, you knew your father loved your mom. Her loss had slowly eaten him alive since you were a child.

Now he was just a body in a hospital room. It was unlike any coma the doctors had seen before.

The doctor, an older woman with short gray hair and sharp blue eyes, had felt more like a grandmother than a doctor.

But even with her kind face couldn't soften the blow that your father will likely never wake up again.

You sniffed as you used your hoodie sleeve to rub at your eyes.

"Okay. Okay. You got this. This was your home too." You tried to smooth yourself with little success. With a deep breath for courage, you made your way to the house.

When you got inside the dark house, you stubbed your foot on the piles of books by the door and they promptly fell over into a heap.

"Urg, fuc-owww. Okay, Y/N great start.Just amazing." You pulled out your phone. You could make the numerous texts from your partner-no, now your ex but you just bypass those for the flashlight.

You shone the light around, there was nothing but a big mess. Books and papers had overtaken the house and you can smell the old fast food bags that piled into the corner.

You could see on one wall, writing in wasn't in English and strange markings. A single gold and red eye stared back.

"Fuck."

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Hours later, you had made headway in the madness that was now your childhood home.

At least your room had been mostly spared. Only some odd books here and there. And the many, many dried poppies on your floor.

You tossed the broom on the floor as you flop down along with it. You didn't realize how bad it had gotten. You only got your room back to normal, let alone the rest of the house.

Guilt swelled in your chest, you should have been more aware. You knew your dad wasn't the most stable person which isn't good but this was something else.

But…

But...

You had been busy dealing with your 'friends' group, the breakup and the last of your exams.

You covered your face, you already cried three times today and you weren't not about to start again.

Your phone buzzed, and you couldn't stop the laugh. Speak of the devil.

You rolled over to your side and pulled your phone close to you.

You swipe away the message, you were not dealing with any of your former friends right now. Your cheating jerk of an ex could keep them all. You had far more important matters to attend to now.

You opened up the gallery app, you took many photos as you could with the last of the daylight left.

You zoomed in on the writing, you had thought it was nonsense at first but after a few more looks,you could see the repeated words. You just didn't know the language.

There was something deeply wrong in this house. You could swear you could feel something was in there with you. But if friend or foe you weren't sure. You tried not to think about how your only protection was your childhood baseball bat.

But what did your dad do? You normally are able to pick apart what your dad was doing but this was something else unknown. You kept checking the pictures with the creepy red and gold eye in hope of finding something.

Slowly you could feel tiredness sinking in your bones, and before you knew it, your eyes drifted shut.

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A warm hand cupped your cheek, and you pressed into it with a sigh. You couldn't remember the last time you were touched so tenderly. You think for a moment it was your ex but they never did that before.

The hand left but then you were lifted up against a warm chest. You heard murmurs as sleep pulled you under again.

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Rushing water reached your ears and for a moment, you thought you could hear the sounds of birds.

It took you a moment to notice that you weren't in normal clothes but a tunic that went over one shoulder. You saw a brooch with two wings in its place. You should be more worried but you felt too tired to care.

You turned your head with a yawn. Whose lap were You using as a pillow? Before you could look, a hand covered your eyes.

"Not yet, You still need more time." A man's voice... but You didn't recognize it. You made a questioning sound but he hushed you gently.

"Blood and darkness, you are just as beautiful as I remember."

You reached up and stroked his hand, trying to understand what was going on.

"I don't remember… you." You slurred quietly.

"I know. It's not your fault. All it matters is that I found you again."

His thumb rubbed your cheek, "Now go back to sleep. I will be there soon."

You sighed as you sunk back into sleep.

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You stared at your bedroom wall, not able to breathe. There was someone else here and they apparently tucked you in bed, blanket pulled up to your chin and all.

You took a breath and tried to listen to any sounds. You waited, surely you would hear footsteps or something.

But there were no sounds, none at all.

It took all of your nerves to get out of bed. You grabbed your childhood baseball bat, it was small but you could still get a good hit in.

You remembered you left your phone on the ground and turned to look for it. It wasn't there, not on your nightstand or desk.

'Great, some creep definitely got my phone.' you tighten your hold on the bat, and after listening for a moment, you slowly push the door opened.

Without saying a word, you slowly walked out though the house. You were sure you would find out who invited themselves in.

The mess was still the same, the writing on the wall was still there. You went through the house twice and found nothing.

You heard the sound of a single bird singing in the backyard. You followed the sounds, it almost felt like it was calling you.

The bat dropped from your hand and You couldn't stop the tears in your eyes.

The backyard had been overtaken by red poppies, there was almost no grass left. the singing stopped when you stepped outside. But a soft hoot had You stared up into the tree and saw a single little owl stared back at you.

It's eyes were light yellow.

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It was late morning now, the overcast skies have darkened and You are sure it will start snowing soon.

You had given up finding your phone. You s out of your bedroom.

"Fine, you can have it! Good luck guessing the password, you jerk!" You shouted into the backyard. There was no response but you didn't expect one. You had already tried to find the owl but it must have flown off.

You couldn't stand the smell of the old food anymore and tossed it. You found some tea that was still good and stood in the kitchen, waiting for the water to boil.

You changed out your tight jeans and hoodie for a pair of much more comfortable jeans and an oversize sweater.

Thankfully, like your bedroom, the kitchen was also mostly clean. You found as many candles as you could, which wasn't many. Two kept the kitchen dimly lit.

You checked the light bulbs, nearly all of them had burned out. Just one more thing for you to fix.

You rubbed your face with a sigh, at least all the appliances were working. And you won't have to go without water either.

You flipped through your dad's notebooks in hopes of finding something. It was in the second notebook you finally found a name. It had been underlined and circled.

"Hypnos?" You murmured, "Who the hell is that?" It doesn't sound like a human name you heard of.

You made your tea, tucked the notebook under your arm. After cleaning off the big armchair and side table, You began going through the books in the living room. Nearly all of them were about ancient Greece, which you knew nothing about.

Your eyes went to the wall writings, that would explain why you didn't know any of the words.

Did your dad believe this stuff? You looked down at the open notebook in your lap. You skim some of the pages, the only name that came up was Hypnos.

"The god of sleep, huh?" You looked at the stacks of books. Why would your dad care about some god of sleep?

You keep looking though, and found a basic guide to Greek mythology. You flipped through the pages, "Come on Hypnos babe, where are you…"

You grinned when you saw the name in bold print. You skim past most of the information, but one part caught your eyes.

Despite being considered as a gentle and kind god, he has been known to strike others down. In the death of his lover by a human warrior (whose name had been lost to time) he had caused the world to go into a permanent state of sleep, never to waken again.

Only his mother Nyx, goddess of night, was able to talk him down or fight him depending on the storyteller and restore the world. In oral storytelling that has been recorded, it is said that he still uses dreams in hope of finding his lost love.

"Oh dad. No wonder." Your heart twisted, sad that your dad's last days have been spent on some myth. He must have been so far gone to think any of it was real.

But was he wrong? You stared out the window, knowing there was somehow a field of poppies waiting.

Your gut flipped, and told yourself it was just one of those freakish nature things.

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You didn't quite realize when you fell asleep. You sighed when you felt a hand touch your forehead followed by a kiss.

You tried to wake up, but the voice murmured something and you just hummed. Your eyelids are too heavy to open anyway.

When the arms scooped you again, you just sighed and curled against the chest.

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You felt soft grass tickle your face. You pushed yourself up quickly. You were in the tunic again and you could see a sea of poppies and other flowers surrounding you.

A thick fog of sleepiness tried to pull you back but you ignored it. Not again, damnit.

You stood up, your legs felt so wobbly like a baby deer. Dispise your best attempt, You fell on your knees, the call to sleep overpowering.

You gasped when a hand covered your eyes. You grabbed his wrist, "No, I don't want to go back to sleep." You could feel the fog of sleep growing stronger. You kicked at his legs but got nothing but air.

"I'm sorry, but not yet." His voice came next to your ear, you could feel his breath on your skin. You tried to move away but you fell against him. Your head lolled upward against a shoulder.

An arm wrapped around your waist and held you firm.

"Soon, I promise. I just have to handle a few more things. I will be here when you wake up." A kiss was pressed against your temple.

You wanted demand for answers but you were already falling back into the darkness.

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"Not again." You moaned. You sat up, the blanket pooled in your lap. What in the world was going on?

You were back in the oversize sweater and jeans. You press your fingers against your temple. Those kisses felt so real.

Are you going mad too? Just like your dad? You gulped, feeling so very alone.

An hour later and some crying, You somehow found the willpower to make it out of bed. Snow was falling down now and a healthy inch was already on the ground.

You made it to the living room when you saw him by the window, snow falling down against the glass. His sheer size made the living room seem smaller. He was reading one of your dad's notebooks in one hand, a quill floated around next to him.

Some part of you, deep inside of you knew were looking at Hypnos, God of sleep.

"It's you." Your voice cracked. His shoulders tensed up as he turned. Bright, yellow eyes stared at you. "Oh you were the owl too weren't you?" You said numbly.

He nodded slowly, "You've been crying again." He said concerned, his eyes scanned you up and down. He tossed the notebook to the side as he took a step toward you.

Unable to tear your eyes away, you grabbed for the first thing you could reach, a thick and heavy book. And with all of your strength, you launched it at his head.

"Blood and darkness!" He ducked to the side. You reached for another and hurled it.

"It's you!" You snarled, feeling like a rabid animal. "You did this! What did you do to my dad?! To my fucking phone?!"

The bastard ducked again. "Hey, I didn't do anything he didn't ask for!" He held up his palms, stretched out to show he wasn't a threat.

"I won't hurt you. I would never lay a finger on you, Y/N." His voice was soft, kind like he was dealing with some animal.

You stared for a moment, rage overtaking any sense you had. "You've been the asshole putting me to bed every night." You grabbed another book and hurled it. "How dare you!"

And of course, he sidestepped the book. Which just made you angier.

"I don't care if you're a god. Make my dad go back to normal. Or I will find a way to hurt you somehow!"

"He didn't tell you anything did he?" The god asked, a wry smile on his face. You picked up another book, and he just sighed. "Have you tried aiming? Sounds crazy, I know but maybe you could actually hit me this time?"

"You don't get to be disparaging, not with all the trouble you made for me." You gestured with the book as if it would help make your point.

You stood behind the armchair, using it as a shield. You knew you wouldn't win in a physical fight but you weren't going to make it easy for him.

Hypnos sighed, "No, no you're right. I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his curls, a soft smile on his face.

"I'm happy though, you are still as courageous as you always have been. I wasn't sure what I would find after all this time."

"What are you talking about? I have never seen you before. I think I would remember meeting an ancient god." You snarled, not enjoying whatever game the god was playing with you.

"Most people don't try to fight a god with books, my love. Not even other gods." Hypnos smiled.

"If I had something stronger, I would beat you with that. Be happy that I don't have my bat on me. You still didn't answer anything."

You pointed at the wall with writings. "I want answers and I want them now. You said we met before, when?"

Hypnos was silent, his eyes tracing the words on the wall. He stepped closer to the center of the wall, his fingers traced the words. "So that's where he messed up. I told him to check with me before doing anything." He murmured to himself.

After a moment, he looked at you.

"In your past life, you were going to be my consort. I've been looking for you for a very long time.."

You stared, quiet in your disbelief. He waved a hand toward the wall, "Problem is that the spell got messed up. I think your father was rushing and couldn't finish the spell the proper way. That's why you don't remember anything."

You shook your head, laughing "No, none of this makes sense."

"Y/N, stop hiding behind that ugly chair, and we can talk more about what happened." Hypnos' voice tried to sound calming, but you heard an undercurrent of eagerness. Of hunger to it.

You shook your head, "No, and don't take another step toward me. I can see what you're doing. That lighting thing your fingers are doing, Hypnos." You tighten your grip on the book, cursing yourself for leaving your bat up your bedroom. Not that it would be much better.

Hypnos' fingers abruptly stopped the magic spell. His smile faded and his eyes stayed on you, waiting for your next move.

You eyed him, you haven't been able to land a single hit on him but you didn't see any signs of super speed yet.

You might be able to get out of the house and into the car before he could get you. But what if he just could teleport or something you haven't thought of?

It was a risk you would have to take because since you saw him, he watched you like you were some prey for him and you didn't want to stick around to find out what Hypnos had planned.

The living room front way will be no good but the backdoor was in the kitchen, if you could make that, it would be a longer run but you would have far more chances for escape…

You dropped everything and took off like a shot into the kitchen. You almost sailed into the sink but used the motion for more speed.

You heard Hypnos yelled your name followed by something you were sure was a swear word in Greek.

The yard, full of poppies and snow greeted you, you hissed as your socks got soaked from the snow.

You almost made it to the gate, and past that, you could see your car.

Freedom.

You didn't see the root sticking out of the ground, but you saw it on the way down.

The breath knocked out of you when you slammed into the cold ground and mere seconds afterwards, you felt hands on your shoulders followed by a pressure against your back. Hypnos leaned down, his lips against your ear, and he spoke in must have been Greek.

"No. Nonono." You gasped, fighting for breath but he just shushed you. His fingers brushed against your cheeks almost lovingly.

Your eyelids slided shut.

💮

When you woke up, your fingers were curled against an unfamiliar red blanket. You sighed as your eyes drifted shut, you couldn't remember the last time you felt so….warm and safe.

You heard the sounds of paper moving around and your eyes fluttered open.

Hypnos must have cleared off the sofa and placed you there. You could see the written wall behind him, post-it notes dotted between the words and some of them were covered with lined paper, new words on it.

Hypnos was sitting on the ground, notebooks and paper surrounded him. A quill tip between his teeth, his golden eyes almost glowed in the dim lighting.

It took a moment of staring but you noticed Hypnos's cloak was gone. Your fingers tighten when you realize you were under his cloak. You took a moment to look at him as he kept reading the notebook

While he wasn't the broadest person you've ever seen, there was a solidness to him. You could see the lean muscles in his arms and shoulders. The gold bands he wore only highlighted the muscles.

You tore your eyes away. 'Jerk.' you thought even as your cheeks warmed.

"I don't like you very much." You spoke, voice rough with sleep.

Hypnos looked up to you, not saying anything. He took out the quill and twilled it between his fingers.

You rolled your eyes at him, unmoving your spot under his cloak. He stared, looking thoughtful for a second before he leaned toward you with a wide smile on his lips, "If you don't like me then you should return my cloak."

"No, it's mine now." The words slipped out your mouth before you knew it.

You blinked at his laugh. You thought he would be upset.

Hypnos chuckled fondly, "Word for word."

At your questioning look, he continued.

"You don't remember yet but the first time we met, you were trying to find medicine for humans. I think you were upset at me because you got lost in my cave. I brought you back home and I gave you my cloak so you could get warm."

You sat up against the arm rest, holding on to the cloak. Not ready to give up the feeling of safety yet. You bit your lip, not quite sure what to say.

His eyes glazed over, the quill still spinning between his fingers. His voice turned quiet. "You were so beautiful, so strong, so determined. You fought for humanity, not that they even remember, those worthless animals, the whole lot."

He seemed lost in a memory so you just waited it out, letting him talk.

"You hated the fact I took half of their lives away from them. And that I often took more."

His eyes meet yours, and his whole face softens. You flushed at the realization that you could make him do that, to have that much power over another being let alone a god.

"I couldn't give up the half, it was mine by birthright but I was slower afterward, let them have more time to themselves. And I never took more than half. The only reason I got called a kind god was because of you."

You stood up, still holding on the cloak and walked over to him. His eyes never left you, and you had to tell yourself to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

You kneeled next to him and after a second, you reached out to touch his shoulder. You were surprised at how warm he was, how human-like he felt. Maybe you were wrong about him.

"Hypnos. I-I I'm sorry you lost them. I can hear how much you love them, especially after all this time. But I am not whoever you think I-"

"How much I love you." Hypnos interrupted, his hand covered your own. "I never stopped looking for you. I just need more time to fix this." He waved a hand to the wall.

You shook your head, "I am not then though. You are just like my dad, always looking for a person who isn't there."

"No, your father was. The woman who birthed you died and is in the underworld now. You, however, are here in front of me." Hypnos leaned closer, he tightened his hold but it wasn't painful, it was almost comforting. "You are them, your eyes, your lips, your nose even the way you move and talk. You are them, given life again."

"How?!" You said despairing,surely even he could see what nonsense he was saying? "How could a god become reborn as a human? Or even go back to being a god?"

"There are ways. There is always a way." Hypnos replied darkly. He took your other hand and held them between his own warm hands. "You haven't even let me talk to you, to tell you what happened."

"I don't want to." You whispered, "I don't need to know what happened. I just want to know what it will take for you to understand that I am not them."

Hypnos didn't say anything for a few minutes and the silence grew heavy.

"Did he summon you?" You asked, trying not to feel guilty, looking at the swirls of words on the wall, in the middle of the circle was a single red and gold eye staring back.

Hypnos stared at the wall along with you, "He really didn't tell you anything did he?"

You dug out the letter from your front pocket. "This was the last thing he wrote to me. This isn't his normal writing."

Hypnos read the letter, his eyebrows rose and reread it again. "Blood and darkness, what a damn fool."

"Hey, that's my dad you know." You murmured, "Also you guys are both doing the same thing, you with me, and he with my mom."

"No, not nearly the same thing." Hypnos scoffed. You rolled your eyes at his words. You moved on, tired of this fight for now.

"Where did dad get this information anyway?" You asked.

Hypnos sighed as he rubbed his forehead. "From me. I loaned out the books I have for this kind of stuff. He told me that he could handle the translation since it had to be a two person spell, think of it as a bridge, your dad could visit your mom every time he dreamt. But I had to be on the other side to help build it."

"You trusted him? I mean you seem like you don't like humans."

"I didn't. This whole mess just proved my point. But…" Hypnos shrugged, "I knew you wouldn't let me just take you without making sure your dad wasn't alone. I wanted you to want to come back to me, especially after everything I've done."

You brushed your fingers along the cloak, "Are you talking about when you put the whole world to sleep?"

"And most of the gods." Hypnos added. "I still don't remember much of what I did. My mother or brother still hasn't spoken to me since then."

Hypnos looked so worn down, his brow furrowed and you wanted to smooth the stress away from him but you held back. You already let him touch you even if it made you want to run. Toward him or away from him you couldn't say.

"I've been so blinded by the thought of having you in my arms again, I didn't foresee him going rogue on me." He murmured quietly.

Hypnos fixed his gaze on you, but you looked away, cursing the flush on your cheeks.

"I took care of the stuff he wouldn't have been able to do. With the underworld and stuff. But he fucked up, he changed the spell without telling me. And he did it badly. He tried to bring her from the underworld and you can't do that, and now he has to deal with the punishment."

"Well, can't you just erase it? Or do a new spell? I mean, you are a god right? Do you even need this stuff?"

Hypnos slid his fingers under your chin, making you look at him. "Listen to me." His serious tone kept you from pulling away. "No one can't take the dead from the underworld. Not me, not Hades or even my mother. It's the cost of life. Right now, he is being punished for his pride and when he does die, there is a good chance he won't be able to find your mother."

You swallow, your heart breaking, "Is there nothing you can do?"

"I don't know." Hypnos said. "I was already putting my neck on the line just to let them have a link."

"What if I agree to go with you, to see if I am the one you are looking for? I will do whatever you need me to." You asked.

Hypnos didn't respond, his eyes glazed.

"Hypnos, please." You begged, "I can't just let him die like this-"

He spoke finally, "I will talk to Persephone. I can't promise anything. I'm still banned from the house after the 'Great Sleep'."

"Thank you! Thank you, Hypnos." You felt dizzy with relief and hugged him. You squeezed him, and buried your face in his neck. "Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet." Hypnos chuckled, his hands on your back,"You might not like what you'll get."

#hypnos x reader #yandere #self insert #hades hypnos

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kosmosguk · 4 years

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5 days of spooktober~ #5: opportunity

day #5: grim reaper jungkook x reader

word count: 1.8k

summ. would you give up freedom for the opportunity to live once more unhindered by illness? your answer was clear as you took the hand of the grim reaper.

warnings: smut, illness, death, dubcon themes, yandere themes, explicit language, violence, car accident, manipulation

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! oh my god, we’re finally at the last day and this feels surreal??? Did i actually finish a drabble thing or did i just finish a drabble thing?? EXCITING, NEVER BEEN DONE BEFORE, SHOWSTOPPING. exhausted af (had a full on emotional breakdown yesterday so that was smth) so this story was very vavoom rushed. Thank you for celebrating spooktober with me, and see you next time with Lineage pt. 4.

Ah, so this was the end. The beeping of the machine next to you seemed to slow and slow, and you could only inhale in a shaky breath as your eyelids slipped closed, and you sunk into what you were sure was your death.

Your feet were bare, and the cold of the white ground sunk into your skin. You were in a white room, in which there was nothing but you and the hooded being across from you. It loomed, its presence dark like the deep color of its cloak, and you shivered as your eyes landed on the chain of skulls around its waist.

“Do you want to live?’’ the being asked you, its voice more human than you thought it would be.

You glanced back at your shoulder, and you saw a glimpse of yourself in that hospital bed, pale and barely breathing as your sobbing mother clung to your lifeless wrist. You felt tears prick at your eyes, and you tried to suck them back in with a shaky breath, but they refused to stop, and they were endlessly rolling over your cheeks in salty splashes of water.

“I…I don’t want to be sick anymore. I want to live! I’ll do anything,’’ you were pleading, your shoulders trembling as you crumpled,” Please, I died so young. I want another—I want…an-another chance to make my mom not worry and…and I want to be able to go outside and run and just…Please! I want to live!’’

The being asked you, its voice even slower as each word rolled out of its shadowy mouth.

“What would you do to live again? If those wishes were fulfilled…what would you do in exchange?’’

“Anything!’’ the word burst out of your mouth before you could stop yourself.

“Then become my bride. In exchange for a brief moment of life, you will remain by my side for eternity. You will watch as I take one life after another and remember that at one point, I had once given you life. Will you agree?”

You nodded your head fiercely. In that moment, desperation clouded your thoughts, and it was desperation that choked you with unmerciful hands.

Beep, beep, beep.

You woke up to the sound of your alarm blaring, and you blinked, surprised. Weren’t you…weren’t you supposed to be dead?

There was something heavy and warm wrapped around your stomach, and your head turned quickly as you made eye contact with a strange man in your bed. You let out a shrill scream and pushed yourself up quickly, nearly falling off the bed and taking the sheets down with you.

“Who are you?’’

The man was awake now, having pushed himself up to a seated position, and he looked confused as he looked at your clearly panicked face.

“Babe? Are you okay?’’ his voice was groggy from sleep, and you flinched at the look of confusion on his face.

“No! I’m not okay! Why are you calling me babe, and…What’s going on? I’m supposed to be d—,’’ your frantic voice cut off, and you let out a gasp as your hands flew to your mouth. Was this what that being had meant?

You forced a smile and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Sorry, I was…I had a really bad dream.”

His face furrowed, and your heart fluttered at how much of a puppy he looked like. He opened his arms and smiled gently,” Come here, babe. That dream must have been bad.”

You burrowed yourself in his arms and practically melted in his warmth. You had spent your life stuck in hospitals, switching from doctor to doctor, and you never had time or strength to go out and even look for romance in your life.

You froze when you felt his hand go underneath your pajama shirt, his palms slightly rough as he cupped one of your tits in his hand. You jolted, a soft muffled moan falling from your lips as he rolled a thumb over your nipple.

“Mmm…wait, I’m,” you shivered as his other hand slipped into your panties—you were painfully aware of the lack of pants you had on, especially since one of his fingers was already deeply pressed into your trembling walls. You had never even touched a guy’s hand before, but now you were about to fuck someone who was supposed to be your boyfriend. You tried to push him away, but you were already in his grasp, and his strength made it clear that he wasn’t letting you go.

“Sorry, babe; you’re just so pretty this morning. I wanna fuck your cute little pussy. Can I do that, baby?’’ There was no gentleness in his voice, and it seemed like he wasn’t quite asking you for your permission. You heard him shuffle to move his pants out of the way, and you could only let out a shocked moan as he pushed your panties to the side and hefted you up onto his lap. You flinched at the feeling of the hot, heavy heat underneath your bare pussy.

You were trembling as his cock pried open your pussy walls and you sunk onto it, inch by inch.

You shouldn’t have been feeling this good. It was your first time, but the body you had been reborn in didn’t care. It parted easily for his cock, and you could only keen needily, scratching at his clothed back with blunt nails, as he burrowed himself deep within you.

You couldn’t move. You stiffened, and your walls clamped down tightly, forcing his breath to come out as a hiss between his lips. He placed his hands around your hips and guided you up and down and up…Oh God, your moans were getting louder and breathier and your mind was spinning as he pounded into you.

Your toes curled, and you squeezed your eyes shut, your hands balling into fists as you peaked into a never been known before pleasure. You felt him cumming in you, and you could only twitch and let out heavy pants as you came down from your high.

You were still on his lap, with his cock buried deep in you, when you felt him shift his hips a little, forcing his cock against a place in your pussy that left your mind spinning once more.

“One more round?’’ his voice was breathless and roughened, and for a moment, as you meekly nod, your mind flashed images of the hooded figure standing across from you in that blank white room while your mother wept behind you, a world away.

You were on your first year in this new life when you finally could walk past the hospital you spent most of your previous life in. Those memories blurred, until all that remained was the scent of bleach and the sound of dripping fluid. New memories began to replace them.

You celebrated your first birthday here with your mom, and for once she did not weep as she held your hand. She smiled and sang, clapping her hands in joy as you blew out your candles with ease. Before, even exerting your lungs left you weakened, and so your mom would blow them out for you.

You celebrated your first chance at romance with your boyfriend. He had given you roses, pink and soft and so unlike the flowers that had once wilted by your bedside, and had held you like you were his anchor that night.

You celebrated your friends. Even though you had not known them well, you felt as if you clicked, like puzzle pieces. You laughed until your lungs hurt and saw the world through different eyes.

And it is as you were reflecting these new memories that your new chance of life was shattered. You heard brakes and the squealing of wheels and there was a blinding pain as your body was thrown against the pavement.

You caught sight of that hospital and made eye contact with a girl staring at you from the window, and when you blinked your eyes, you were back in that white room again with that hooded figure across from you.

“When you meant brief,’’ your laugh was bitter, and your voice echoed in the room,” you meant brief. Did you have to end my life like this? Could I not have passed away at 90 with three grandchildren and the satisfaction of a long life?’’

The hooded figure reached its arm up, the chain of skulls clinking together, and you raised an eyebrow at how human its flesh looked like. You watched, your breath suddenly caught in your throat, as it pushed the hood over its head and revealed its face.

“Kook?’’

The face of your boyfriend was across from you.

“We had a contract, and a deal’s a deal. You had a brief moment of happiness that not many are allowed, and in exchange…you remember our deal, don’t you?’’ Your boyfriend stretched out a hand…Was he even your boyfriend now?

You sucked in a breath of disbelief and shook your head. You glimpsed back at the sight of your past life; the new life that you thought you could live had been taken so quickly, and it ended with a bloodied you against the street.

“No more deals, I suppose, Kook,’’ your voice was acrid,” Or can I even call you that anymore?’’

You saw the being’s lips twitch up in a smile, and your heart dropped at the resemblance the smile had with Jungkook. Well, you suppose the being was Jungkook, just like Jungkook was the being.

“Call me that as you may. It is of my own pleasure that you view at me so favorably, my wife,” the being spoke.

You had imagined him calling you his wife once, when you were a human and you thought he was human. He would tenderly hold you, stroke your cheek, and whisper of the affection he held for you. But now, there was no Jungkook that you could find in the callous eyes of a being who could only take lives.

You stepped forward and took his hand. The glimpses of your past life faded away, all except for one.

It would take you many, many years and many millions of souls later to realize that there was a Jungkook that loved you left in the eyes of the being, but that Jungkook had been distorted and decayed by the despair that came with life’s end until all was left was an unwavering dark callousness.

The Jungkook that was left would love you, but that love was what had confined you by his side, forcing you to watch as an eternity slipped through your dead fingertips.

#yandere bts #yandere #bts smut #jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #bts #bts x reader #bts jungkook #bts fic #yandere fic #yandere smut #yandere lemon #jungkook smut #sis said see you next year...or not

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years

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Yandere alien Bucky x astronaut darling

I find this request very unique! I’ve never actually thought about this before, so thank you for bringing this creative idea <3

P.S. The action takes place in the future.

The Reason

Pairing: alien!Bucky Barnes x astronaut!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, kidnapping, death of minor characters, allusion to breeding and non-con.

Words: 2985.

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When you finally managed to open your eyes, everything was pitch black for a couple of minutes. Your body hurt so much as if someone threw you into a well, then pulled your dead body out, and threw it back in. The oxygen mask on your face felt heavy as hell.

You easily recognized the monotonous sounds of life support system since it wasn’t your first space mission. Damn, what had happened? Did you finally get that significant brain damage Dr. Strange was so concerned about? You didn’t remember blacking out so violently after your last spaceflights. This one wasn’t even your longest.

When you saw the room, you stared at the unnaturally high ceiling that you couldn’t blame on your blurry vision. It just didn’t look the same. Did they move the Adaptation Center to a new building or something? Did Dr. Strange mentioned it before? You couldn’t remember, really. You didn’t think he did.

Despite the fact that you felt weightless, moving your body seemed nearly impossible as you struggled to move your legs. Shit, and there you thought those magic drugs NASA offered you last time were way better than their usual treatments.

Wait. You didn’t finish your mission. You weren’t returning to Earth yet as you had around 6 more months to spend in space. Had something happened? Did Dr. Str-

Oh yes. Dr. Strange was dead. You still remembered his face when Sergeant Barnes, an extraterrestrial from Theseus-17, had shot him right in front of you.

When you saved them from their greatly damaged spacecraft, it was five of them: Steve Rogers, the Captain, their leader; Tony Stark, the Pilot; Bruce Banner, the Doctor; Vision, the Pastor, and James Buchanan Barnes, the Soldier. All of them simply used human analogues of their true names, but the members of your crew didn't protest: since Theseus-17 was incredibly far even for your highly technologically advanced spaceships, you knew very little of its inhabitants. Apparently, they attempted to establish a good relationship between your races - especially since you had so much biological similarities. In fact, they might be the closest to humans among other species you had ever encountered before, you thought.

Well, it was true, but you failed to see they would use it to their advantage to the fullest.

They were a militaristic alien race with predominantly male population controlled by stratocratic government. Their planet was three times smaller than Earth, but their technological advancement was unbelievable, especially compared to human's: it allowed them to invade several other small planets and colonize them in the past. However, due to some extreme DNA mutations, their female population was declining decade after decade resulting in zero births over the last five years. The Hydrarirans, as they called themselves, were rapidly facing extinction, Steve told you while explaining the reasons why they were so far from their home.

You had a pretty long talk after Bucky had shot Dr. Strange, and Tony strangled Wong. You barely remembered what had happened next, though you could guess you ended up being drugged by Hydrarians. Fuck. Did you send a signal back to Earth? You couldn't tell. Well, you certainly remembered Dr. Strange sending a message about saving the crew of Theseus-17 spacecraft. If you went missing, it would be a clear sign of something going very wrong.

But you still were God knew where. Gradually becoming extremely nervous with each passing second, you looked at the countless wires attached to your body and started to pull, forcefully taking them out of your skin and silently crying - you didn't remember feeling so much pain since the times of your first space mission. Violently throwing away the oxygen mask, you crawled on the bed until you fell to the floor with a loud thud. Shit.

You stayed there for a couple of minutes, afraid Hydrarians would quickly discover what you were doing, but since you heard nothing, you crawled further from bed to a wide glass wall, your vision still blurry. Where were you? It didn't feel like a spacecraft. It felt like you were brought to an unknown planet, and when you saw two red suns shining in the black sky, you realized it was exactly like Steve described his planet to you.

No, no, it couldn't be. Theseus-17 was God knew how many light years away. Their ship wasn't in the condition to fly you there so fast, yours even less so, and you certainly hadn't been put in a cryostasis. However, how well did you know what technology these alien freaks possessed? What if they could be using some teleport able to cover enormous distances? It could easily be an option.

Crawling further to the window, you had finally reached it and touched its cold surface. It certainly looked and felt like a glass beneath your palm.

The black meadows you stared upon were nothing like the ones you saw from a window of the little house where you spent your childhood. This place was wicked, evil. You could feel it in the air as you inhaled that strange, sickly sweet oxygen or whatever it was. No wonder their women couldn't handle living here, and you wouldn't last here either. It was clear what you were brought here for, and even the thought of it was repulsive to you. How dare they? How barbaric were these freaks, intending to use human women as some breeding machinery? If their military experiments made them facing extinction, then let it be, you thought, horrified and disgusted at the same time.

You rubbed your droopy eyes, feeling the wetness on the back of your palm as you tried not to cry, thinking what were your options except to submit silently to your abductors. How were you going to navigate a ship back home? How were you going to steal a ship? Actually, how were you going to leave this damn room, considering that your body was almost unable to move because of the time you spent in space? Recovery would take quite some time, unless Hydrarians had advanced medical support for cosmonauts. You hoped they did, because spending months to recover while staying with these savages wasn't an option.

Huh, it was better to listen to your mom and become a doctor. Now you'd be sitting in your cabinet and listening to concerns of elderly ladies, not being locked away on a planet with no female population. You had hard times imagining what they would do to you if you end up being thrown in a crowd of mad men yearning for intimacy for years.

Rubbing your eyes again, you exhaled loudly. You were in deep, deep shit.

When the white wall beside you suddenly moved to the side, allowing a tall, menacing man in a black military suit to enter, you held your breath, watching Sergeant Barnes walking into the room. You thought of his metal hand with a red star engraved on it - he could snap your neck with one swift motion if he wanted to, though he could probably do it with his flesh hand, too. Certainly, he was both skilled in combat and cybernetically enhanced, so escaping with him guarding you would be extremely problematic. You'd prefer to meet Vision instead of the grim Soldier.

"What are you doing, woman?" Barnes asked as he saw you on the floor with your back pressed to the glass wall, your arms bleeding from violently tearing the wires of the life support system out of your body. Apparently, you didn't look as good as he expected you to.

"A woman has a name." You said sternly, watching one of your abductors marched through the room and trying your best not to tremble. If he was raised in a stratocratic society, he valued power and strong will more than anything else, probably, so you had to pull yourself together.

“I am sorry.” He suddenly said, bowing his head as he stood right in front of you. “If it pleases you, I will refer to you by your name only, Y/N.”

You blinked, your vision still unfocused and blurry - a part of you was thankful for that since you couldn’t see Soldier’s face clearly. You doubted he looked very friendly, despite talking to you with some respect.

“Don’t touch me.” You commanded as he leaned closer to take you back to bed, his shiny combat boots touching your bare leg just slightly, making you shiver involuntarily.

“We have medication to nurse you back to health, but you still need the life support system. Please, do not resist.” Sergeant Barnes once again tried to pick you up, but you grabbed him by the wrist instead, silently staring at his pale face half-covered by that black mask he wore.

The man got silent and froze on the spot, looking at you with a strange glint in his eyes. He certainly didn’t seem menacing or angry, but there was something in him you couldn’t quite put your finger on. Why wasn’t he upset by your behavior? Soldier didn’t try grabbing you forcefully, nevertheless.

Could it be your contact, then? You might be the first woman to touch him in years. Thinking of it, the very next moment you recoiled, crawling away to increase the distance between you two.

Maybe the man was disappointed, but you couldn’t see it with that blank expression he wore as he suddenly sat down on the floor close to you, and then took his mask away, showing you his rather handsome, yet gloomy face. He looked... human, and it truly scared you.

“I know you think we are a threat to you, but we are not.” He said calmly, watching you. “I will not hurt you. I promise.”

You were ready to laugh at that. “You’ve killed my crew, people who I’d been working with for years.”

“Yes, and I am sorry for that. It was necessary.”

Necessary. What an interesting word he found to describe what he and his comrades had done.

“Don’t you understand what will happen once people from Earth learn about you and things you did?” As he cocked his head to the side, his dark uneven hair falling on his shoulder, you realized he wasn’t scared at all. “We can wipe you out of existence. Even if all of your kind are soldiers, there are billions of us, humans. You aren’t a threat.”

“We are not trying to be one.”

He extended his hand in attempt to touch you, but you recoiled and crawled away a bit further, narrowing your eyes at Sergeant. Whatever he was doing, it couldn’t be good for you.

“Please, do not be afraid. Right now you are the most precious being on our planet, and anyone trying to hurt you will be beheaded at the very least.”

Of course, you were. If Captain told you the truth, you were the one and only young woman on Hydra. You would be treasured, but you dreaded what they would do to you. Even thinking of it made you face twist in revulsion.

“What makes you think using me like a cattle won’t hurt me?”

“A cattle?”

For a few seconds Soldier got silent, and you realized he was searching the meaning of this word - now you managed to see a strange device on his ear that looked like an old Bluetooth garniture or something. Then the man looked at you with a surprised expression on his face, and you felt an urge to bite your tongue to stop thinking how human he appeared now.

“I assure you, you will never be degraded to such an inferior being. On the contrary, we can give you anything you wish for. I know the status of women on Earth is still far from being equal to men’s, but you are godlike to us.”

Carefully lifting his hand again, Barnes had took a shiny black glove from his flesh arm and showed you his hand with five fingers, spreading them for you to see he was as human as you. For the first time you felt like you wanted to cry, and bit down on your lower lip. God, why? Why did he look just like any other man? Why was he trying to seem kind to you? It would be so much easier if he was hurting you, pressing your face into the floor and binding your arms.

“I swear to you on the name of my mother, I will do anything in my power to make you happy.”

Apparently, it was some sacred oath, judging by the way his cold blue eyes gleamed, but you weren’t buying it. Make you happy? The one and only thing he could do was letting you go back home, to your own kind, and allow you to forget what had happened above your ship, the image of Dr. Strange with a wide hole in his chest still making you clench your fists.

“Why are you so sure we are a good substitute? If your own women weren’t able to survive here, what makes you think human females can?”

“Because our extensive research proves it. Moreover, a couple of human females have already been living here for several years.” Your face became distorted with horror at his words. “Captain’s wife was even able to give birth to two healthy children this year. They are the first children to be born on our planet in the last five years.”

“Humans will destroy your planet. They will kill all of you when they learn you’re kidnapping our women!”

“We are already in contact with your kind.” Dropping the glove to the floor, Barnes attempted to smile at you, confirming your suspicions he barely knew how to do it. “It is true, you are much greater in number than we are. But all of us are warriors with far more advanced technology and abundant resources. We will be able to damage your planet heavily before you eradicate each and every of us.”

The more he talked, the harder it was to follow - without the life support system, the lack of oxygen was making it harder for you to breathe, impossible to focus as you started breathing heavier, louder than before, but still refused to come back to bed, staring at the man in front of you with disgust and fear. God, it was better to suffocate than stay here with him.

“Do you know we possess twenty times more the amount of Vibranium you humans do?” Crawling closer to you like a spider, Soldier was watching you with both great interest and concern written all over his face. “We also have tritium and plutonium, too, as well as minerals you do not have on Earth at all. We are ready to trade them for something humans have in abundance.”

You were close to vomit, your eyes tearing up as you rubbed them furiously. You tried convincing yourself no one knew you were going to be captured by ruthless aliens. Of course, no one on Earth knew anything about that. There was no agreement between Theseus-17 and Earth to trade women for Vibranium and other resources. It would be direct violations of human rights and...

And it was very likely of humans to do, considering the lack of resources you had been facing over the last couple of decades.

When you started weeping, horrified of the things awaiting you in the nearest future, Sergeant finally reached you, wiping away your tears with his flesh hand. His touch was very subtle, gentle even, as he tenderly pressed his finger to your cheek, feeling the warmth of your skin. His hand was warm, too.

“It’s not true.” You cried, turning your face to the glass wall and leaving wet marks on it. “They’ll come for me... I won’t become s-some shared property.”

“Of course you will not,” he shushed you gently, enveloping you in what seemed like a hug, lowering your head to his shoulder. “You will be a queen to me. I will treat you right, I swear.”

“You?”

Stilling, you bit down on your tongue, feeling the metallic taste filling your mouth as you drew some blood. Concentrating when your brain was lacking oxygen wasn’t easy, but you could still breathe, inhaling deeply, trying to calm yourself. He said something about Captain’s wife, didn’t he? He said she gave him two children. He said you wouldn’t become a shared property.

Dear Lord.

“I won’t be yours.” You whispered through tears, pushing the man’s chest in desperate attempt to keep him away from you. “I’m not your possession. I won’t be yours!”

You saw him frowning at you, his expression growing darker, more impatient, enraged even as you crawled away from him, your legs too weak to hold you. Oh, he didn’t like you looking at him like that when you realized you were given to him like some prize he won in an amusement park.

But Soldier wasn’t having it. Had you ever thought what it cost him to spend years in combat to earn his privileges, his right to travel among the best of the best? Did you know how much time he travelled across multiple universes to find exactly what he was searching for? Huh, you couldn’t even imagine what he felt when the team got coordinates of your ship, when he saw you for the first time on hologram, smiling and laughing at jokes of Dr. Strange.

Grabbing you forcefully and lifting you off the floor, he raised you in the air above his head, making you silent in fear of being smashed against the floor.

“I have fought for you.” He let out a guttural growl like an animal. “I have killed for you. I have earned my privilege to have you, and no one can challenge my right. You are my woman, and you will stay here with me.”

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psychopathyeri · 4 years

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"Save me....."

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Plots~

•❥❥❥•Plot one : The patient

Being a successful doctor and finally being given your first ever project to work on was none other than victim number 207 from Seoul mental asylum, Kim Yerim. Having faith in all the 15 years of struggle in the medical field, you were ready to give your all but little did you notice she has more secrets than you anticipated~

•❥❥❥• Plot 2 : The strange neighbour

You've always seen her from your window sill. She lives next door but never comes out of her room or pull the curtains apart except on Sundays when she stays in bed all day. You were somehow fascinated by her odd behaviour. As a curious person that you are, one day when you saw her in front of her house, you immediately went to exchange a friendly hello, not knowing that it will instead earn you a stalker~

•❥❥❥• Plot 3 : The dreadful nightmare~

As you closed your eyes to drift off to sleep that night, you had the strangest nightmare ever. A girl screaming for help as hands clawed onto her skin and pulled her back into the darkness. You sat up gasping for air when your mom called for you. You went downstairs to meet your new step dad and his daughter. Exchanging a few words, you wondered why she was so quiet until she spoke, making your hair stand as the voice from the nightmare rang into your ears~

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hydrangeasimagination · 5 years

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The Brothers Three Masterlist P. 2

So... The first post apparently has too many links so I made another one.

PART ONE OF THIS POST

Dad Might ft. Big Bros Baku, Deku, & Todo

(Putting these under the cut for the sake of continuity)

= MANGA SPOILERS =

Key:

Fluff - 💕

Angst - 💔

Spicy - 🙊

Not so Safe for the Workplace - 💦

Dark Themes - 🖤

Death - 💀

Spoilers - ⭐

Not all headcanons are marked (there is a lot of them)

Chapters / Main Writing:

Full Tag

Side Stories:

Full Tag

How Mochi & Tenshi lost their virginity HCs [🙊]

Mochi & Tenshi’s Contact Names [💕]

Drabble: Kotatsu Cuddles [💕]

Drabble: Recharging [💕]

Drabble: Christmas Cookies(Villain AU) [💕💔]

Drabble: Something There(Villain AU)(Hawks X Tenshi) [⭐💕💔]

Drabble: Nightmares [💔💕]

Incorrect Quotes Pt. 3

Red // A Poem [💔]

Clean (Kiyoi AU)(Overhaul X Kiyoi) + Art [🖤🙊]

Toshinori & Mochi hit with aged down quirk HCs [💕]

Home Sweet Home (Christmas Special)(Shinsou X Mochi) [💕]

The Way of the Househusband (Dabi ft. Shigaraki) [💕]

Love Like You (Dabi’s S/O - Reader Insert)(Villain AU) [💕]

Loosely, Gently (Enji’s S/O - Reader Insert) [⭐💕💔]

Mochi Designs + Submissions:

Designs of Mochi by animesportboys & trashyloonastan‘s

Male & Female Mochi Moodboards [🖤]

All of the TBT Nonnies + Mitsu’s Dorm Room Design

TBT Animatic - “Forever Now” [💕💔]

Headcanons / Talking:

Full Tag

Mochi going from 0 to 100

Friends and Fam on Yanderes

Best Jeanist reacts to Mochi

Family learning Mochi isn’t a virgin [🙊]

The Admirers and Mochi as Disney Fairytales

Bros & Admirers react to Mochi saving them while yelling “vibe check”

Denki “Simba”ing Mochi + the Bro’s reactions

TBT Fam & Admirers react to Mochi censoring themselves

TBT Fam react to Mochi pulling the ‘no eyebrows’ prank

Mochi being vine famous and the type of content they post

Mochi eating cinnamon rolls and mochi

The Sports Mochi would play

TBT reacting to Mochi having a hickey [🙊]

If Mochi was taken away from their parents at a young age

Iida being a Mom Friend

Denki as Hitoshi’s Wingman, Kyoka as Momo’s Wingwoman

Volunteering at the Animal Shelter & Friendship w/ Koda

Genderqueer Mochi

TBT + Mochi and Dinner at the Todoroki’s [⭐]

Mochi on “Through Heaven’s Eyes” [💔]

TBT Family Unit at Mochi’s Wedding

Mochi making flower crowns + meanings

Future Mochi as a parent + TBT reactions to baby

How the TBT had viewed Mochi as a sibling in a short amount of time

Magnetic Quirk

Mochi on sweets thievery

How Katsuki keeps unwanted suitors away

1-A bets on Mochi’s Sleeping Arrangements

Mochi with ADHD

Katsuki & Mochi’s Bedhead + Hair

Mochi hiding & How Katsuki finds them

General HCs P. 2 [💕]

Hitoshi Asks

Artsy Mochi and Drawing Everywhere

Winter + Gift Giving

Cold and Clinging to Warmer Brother

Mochi on telling TBT they love them

Bone Quirk Mochi and Ruining Clothes

Mochi in Two Heroes Movie

Mochi on making food for Family + Friends

Future/Pro Hero Mochi seeing regretful biological parents [💔]

Mochi Having Bad Fever Dream [💕💔]

Internship with Hawks??

Why Bakugo Katsuki? + Before Bentō

More Mitsuki, Inko, and Rei

Iida being a Mom Friend P. 2

Bentō: Aftermath w/ Aizawa [💔]

Overhaul’s View on Mochi [🖤]

Fam on Heartbreak [💔]

Mochi getting along with Eri

Mistletoe w/ The Admirers

Mochi’s Friendship with Shoji

Mochi on dying Their Hair

Mochi on Katsuki’s S/O

Mochi on Self Harm [🖤]

Mochi hanging out with Kirishima and TetsuTetsu

Mochi getting the flu on Christmas

Chibi Mochi with the Admirers

Mochi and American Slang

Katsuki finding Mochi in a strange place

Valentine’s Day!!

Present Mic and Mochi’s Secret Handshakes

Chill Trio Hangouts

If Mochi Interned with Fatgum

Fandom Troubles

Hitoshi being a softy for Mochi [⭐ ch. 195]

Getting Guard Dogs

Speaking about Toshinori’s Spouse

The Possibility of Vigilante Mochi

More Kitty Mochi ft. Hitoshi

Mochi nearly collapsing [🖤]

Mochi on Nighteye’s Death [💀💔]

If Mochi Interned with Uwabami

Mochi getting buried in letters on Valentine’s Day

Asa & Recovery Girl on Mochi’s Scars [🖤💔]

Upon Asa being Protective

Mochi’s Abusers on UA + Mochi’s First Civilian Casualty [🖤💔]

Mochi with Wolf Quirk

Foreigner Mochi [🖤]

Mochi being sweet and oblivious

Mochi during the lock in

Mochi asking what “simp” means

Mochi getting a Tumblr blog

Bunch of Asks

Mochi having a sugar rush/crash

Tenshi / Villain Mochi AU:

Full Villain AU Tag

LOV reaction to Tenshi’s kitten sneeze

Tenshi making friendship bracelets for the League

Family learning Tenshi isn’t a virgin [🙊]

Tenshi cuddling with plushes

The League react to Tenshi being turned into a cat

Insight on how the LOV’s toddler Tenshi situation

Tenshi on self-care

Dabi and Tenshi on rough-housing

Tired Tenshi and Dabi after a mission

Underground on harming Tenshi [💔🖤]

If Tenshi was taken away from their parents at a young age

Things Tenshi has said to the Pros, Hawks, and Overhaul [💔🖤]

More Sleepy Tenshi

LOV at Tenshi’s Wedding

Muscular versus meeting Tenshi

How Tenshi first came to Tomura’s attention/meeting Kurogiri

Magne teaching Tenshi to intimidate people

Dabi calling Tenshi “kid”

Himiko gifting Tenshi a knife

Jin giving Tenshi a talk about safe sex [🙊]

Tenshi and Dabi on teasing eachother

Sick Tenshi P. 2

Tenshi vs Endeavor ft. Dabi is Touya Theory [💔]

Sick Tenshi P. 3

Redestro on Tenshi

Cold and Clinging to Warmer Brother

Prison Break: Shie Hassaikai Arc [⭐🖤]

Tenshi Having Bad Fever Dream [💔]

Video Games with Tenshi and Tomura

MLA Arc: Tenshi’s Presents for the MLA [⭐]

Incorrect Quote w/ Twice

Tenshi on Dabi’s Spouse

LOV on Heartbreak [💔]

Tenshi’s Pet Crow

Archangel (Hawks X Tenshi) Asks [⭐]

Chibi Tenshi vs The New Recruit

Twice and Tenshi going on an Adventure

Tenshi having metal arms [💔]

The Pros attempting to rehabilitate Tenshi

LOV Fam meeting the All Smite Unit

Meme with Tenshi, Dabi, Toga, and Nomu

Would Hawks ever view Tenshi as a sibling?

Hawks switching sides for Tenshi [💕💔]

Hawks: Original Intent(Archangel) [⭐🖤💔💕]

Archangel Angst [⭐🖤💔]

Other AUs:

AU where Tenshi is like Snowball from “Secret Life of Pets”

Traitor Denki AU: Mochi Reacts [💔]

Traitor Denki and Tenshi General HCs [🖤💕]

What if: Mom Night?

Ten Years Later TBT & Young Mochi + TYL Mochi & Young TBT

TYL Husband Hitoshi + Husband Neito & Young Selves

Traitor Izuku AU: Mochi Reacts [💔]

Quirk and Personality Swap AU HCS

TBT FAM & LOV finding out if Mochi & Tenshi would be forced into a quirk marriage if they weren’t saved [💔🖤]

Teacher Family AU: Family Reactions [🖤💕]

Dad Might X Momnight AU - Mochi calling Nemuri “Mom”

Traitor Mochi AU [💔]

Cold/Distant Mochi AU [💔]

Mute Mochi & Tenshi AU [🖤💔]

Dad Might X Inko AU - Izuku & Mochi’s Reactions

More Traitor Denki and Tenshi HCs [💕]

Husband Hitoshi + Mochi Art - Babies?

Mochi dying on Work Studies AU [⭐💀🖤💔]

Pro Hero Mochi - Supporting Child Abuse Awareness

Husband Tamaki + Mochi Art - Babies?

What if Mochi met Hitoshi before UA? [💔💕]

What if Mochi met Himiko in their junior high years? [💕]

School Idol Mochi

Idol Mochi + Famous Musician Mochi

Idol Mochi + Cat Themes w/ Hitoshi

Idol Mochi + Stage Persona (Rock)

Idol Mochi + Shouto and Katsuki during make up exams

Idol Mochi + The LOV being Fans

Adult Idol Mochi + Merch

Cousin Hawks AU [⭐💔💕]

Cousin Hawks AU: About His Spy Work [⭐]

Traitor Tenshi: Getting close to TBT

Artificial Hero Mochi [💔💕]

Danganronpa AU(?)

Hogwarts AU

Hacker AU [🖤]

Fake Quirk / Actor AU P. 2

Deceased Mochi AU [💀💔]

Kakegurui Crossover P.1

Kakegurui Crossover P. 2

Kakegurui Crossover P. 3

Kakegurui Crossover P. 4

A/B/O / Omegaverse AU:

General

Omega Mochi asking Alphas to scent their belongings

Other classification and scents

Omega Mochi on Alpha Iida’s scent

Nesting Habits ft. AUs

Mitsu / All Smite Mochi AU:

Basics [🖤]

Differences

"Meeting” Uncle David