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ystrike1 · 1 year

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Lady Isabella's Path To Happiness - By Dulcche (6/10)

She is armed with a husband strong enough to kill dragons, and an actual dragon. She is the most beautiful and tragic woman in the land, and her only flaw is being too skinny. Her husband's obsession with her spans over two lifetimes, and everyone is jealous of the man who holds the greatest beauty. If only this was actually good enough to explore that premise.

The art is low quality. The eyes look like stickers most of the time. Boo.

Moving on. Isabella was born to take on a curse. She was birthed by a surrogate mother, and she is expected to croak when she reaches adulthood.

Isabella Helsington grows a spine in two chapters. It's great. She realizes that nobody in her family cares about her, so she accepts a weirdly good marriage proposal. She's always known she was a curse sheild, but she thought her brother Igar cared about her. He doesn't. He thinks she's a pity prop he can use to look good. Isabella wants to die somewhere far away from her asshole siblings and parents.

The Duke of the north did not send the marriage proposal. His parents did. Memory loss bullshit ensues. Their son, Cleor, was deeply in love with Isabelle in a past life. Her tragic death seemed suspicious, and there's a time loop on this plot somewhere.

The youngest daughter of the northern Noverdic family also idolizes Isabella, because she's actually special!!! I'll explain later but the Noverdic's are all supernaturally strong. They become Isabella's guards.

Isabella's maid, Joanne, literally tries to murder her after she meets her husband. Joanne thinks the Duke is too good for her, and she should just die. Cleor has her murdered offscreen. You see...as soon as he saw Isabella he was obsessed. He doesn't know why. She's just so perfect. He loves killing for her, and his family agrees so whatever...

(yandere family?)

There are some sweet moments. Cleor tries to impress Isabella. She thinks she's going to die so she's distant. He gets obsessive about protecting her after the attempted murder. He starts carrying her everywhere because she is too precious to walk. His doting is mixed with unhinged ideas about her needing to be constantly guarded.

In their past life she was a happy bride, and her great secret power melted the frozen north. Her mere existence made it the most prosperous land in the country. This is ok because that means the Noverdic family has a real reason to worship her.

This is where I draw the line. Isabella is a dragon master. She wasn't cursed. The Helsington first borns kept dying because they didn't know they were dragon blessed. See, if you're a dragon master that's a cool thing. BUT if you don't find a dragon partner before adulthood you die. I was so excited when her identity as a blessed person was revealed. I wanted to see her learn to ride and use her dragon partner....and it's a fat mascot. No cool dragon. It also talks and kisses her ass like everybody else. The author dangled a dragon rider protagonist in my face, and they took it away.

Unforgivable!!!

Anyways Cleor is a real yandere though. He does like to spoil Isabella, but he enjoys killing for her even more. He also gets jealous of her pet fat mascot dragon, because he wants her to be fully reliant on him.

Nearly half the chapters are dedicated to Isabella's beauty. I'm not kidding. I like Cleors design, but alot of the panels with him have no detail. Also I really, really, really love the art on the original novel cover. Webtoon artists kinda have to move on from the flower stickers and the cute uwu aesthetic. I wish some of these authors would TRY to stand out. Cleor is an actual madman...do something with him??? Ugh.

Ugh.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Lady Isabella's Path To Happiness

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nerdysleepybunny · 1 year

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SLKSKDLDLF I NEED YANDERE NORMAN PT 3 pls :) also pleaseeee say rays not actually dead alskdkkdkd D:

I can make a part 4 where Ray comes back if you’d like! Thank you so much for the request, hope you enjoy! <3

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Fandom: The Promised Neverland

Character(s): Norman (ft Ray for a quick second)

Reader: Gender neutral

TW: Small mention of murder and yandere behavior, after that just fluff!

Style: Short story

Summary: You confess to Norman that you like him back and that you’re not scared of him, despite him being a yandere.

“(Y/N)…? What are you doing here?” Your eyes continued to flicker between the two boys, before they finally settled on Norman.

“I wanted to go to the infirmary with you guys to make sure Ray was okay, but… I guess that was a lie.” Norman sighed.

“You heard everything, didn’t you?” You nodded, closing the door and walking towards him.

“Darling, I-” Then your lips were on his, your arms wrapped around him. He froze in shock, before closing his eyes and pulling you closer, deepening the kiss.

“I still love you, Norman…” You whispered. He looked at you confused.

“You do?” You nodded before continuing.

“I don’t care about any of this. I’ve liked you for ages! Besides, I kind of knew you’d do something like this. You’re always so jealous of everyone and wanting to have me to yourself. I found it cute..”

You giggled at his blush, pecking his lips.

“Wow, I.. don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything!” You laughed and grabbed his hand, pulling him along as you ran outside. The two of you spent the rest of the day together, in one another’s loving embrace. But, back in the library, where a corpse once was, was now gone. All that was left was a puddle of blood. And in Isabella’s office was a very angry boy, holding onto a knife stained in his blood.

🩷☁️N E R D Y S L E E P Y B U N N Y☁️🩷

Cliffhangers are one of the things I do best when it comes to writing. 👹

#bun games #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #tpn ray #tpn norman #tpn isabella #bun asks #yandere

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writer1queenjaysblog · 2 years

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I am in my yandere phase at 1 am!

Yandere madrigal family!

(Everyone has aged in this so Dolores is in her 30's mirabel and Camilo are 21 Antonio is 15, Luisais is 27-28 Isabella also 30)

I have a oc Bella who has been with the Madrigal family since hers disappeared 😕 😒 so the family took her only for her to know ic their true dark side.

Killerpixiee is the artist

Bella is sorta like Rapunzel but instead of the family using her their protecting her from people I the village.

Bella Madrigal is the artist and youngest member of the magical family. She has long hair that glows when she sings. She also has eyes that glow along with her hair and Alma was more then happy to take the then 15 year old girl in.

After she passed Mirabel took her place and continued what her abuela started, she never let Bella go by herself as she put it "The world isn't safe mija you must MUST stay here. "

All Bella does is sigh in defeat of her older sister figure and say "Si Mira. "

She smiled as she told the others to watch her. Antonio was the most non yandere of them all and he kept it a secert form his siblings and parents "Tonio have you seem Bella?! Mirabel is going to kill me if I can't find our flor!" Said Isabella as she panicked.

"I think she's in your garden. " He lied she was hiding from them again because she didn't like them constantly following her and asking her questions 🙄

"You are a life saver!" She ran to her garden

"Cost is clear." "Thanks Tonio you didn't have to do that. " "of course I did they shouldn't be hounding you like that. "

The elders are the same when someone hurt their arm she was going to use her hair until Julietta ran with a plate of food "No! No heh no no mija mama got it." She said petting her head giving them food and healed up "I had that one."

"No no Bella I told you that have the healing under control." "But-." Agustin pat her head "Now now bumblebee don't argue with your mother listen to your mama and papa."

"Yes papa." He smiled "Good mija now run along back inside. "

Her other parents who were her tio and tia were no help either. Camilo burned his hand cooking and Pepa stopped her and called in her sister "No mija let your mama fix that."

"But tia Pepa-." "Ah ah no mama and no buts." She said "Felix! " "Papa and no buts listen to your mother. "

Camilo pet her head "Listen my chameleon it's ok you are safe as long as your within these walls." "I can't wait to move out and leave." She said they gasped in shock "Bella! Why would you say such a thing?!" Said Pepa

"Because it's obvious I'm too much for you guys! Maybe Tony was right Maybe I am too old to be babied 😔. " They got silent and their dark scary faces showed especially Pepa

"My little butterfly 🦋 who is Tony and why would he say such things?" Said mirabel "Well he asked how old I was and I said 21 and I told him I still live here and laughed at me saying I don't do anything in this family."

They were pissed "Mi amor why don't you wait here with Camilo while we have a word with him?" Said Pepa as they left Camilo held by her as she was upset by his words "Hey it's ok my butterfly everything will be ok."

Weeks went by and Tony went missing his family were worried but the Madrigal family didn't care they took care of him and made sure he never bothered Bella again.

Camilo took care of her and always watched her "My butterfly we must go home dinner will start soon." "Ok." She went home with Camilo and as she got there she felt annoyed because everyone was going to ask her about her day, who did she talk to, who was around her?

She wished they'd give her space she goes to her room as she was at her window seeing the moon then a knock came to her door it was Camilo "Food's ready." "Camilo I want to go outside tomorrow..alone..by myself. "

He looked at her for a moment then laughed "Oh prima your so funny..you want to go outside by yourself? "

"Yes I do!" She said excited as she went downstairs Camilo told everyone Isabella was shocked her little sister, her baby, her sweet darling rose wanted to leave her! "You want to go outside? By yourself? " She said "Oh why Bella look at you as fragile as flor. Still a sappling just a sprout. "

"Oh Bella you know why we have you in Casita? " Said Pepa "I know-." "That's right sis to keep you safe." Said Luisa as mirabel hugged her "And sounded. " Pepa spun her around then embraced her "Guess we've should have known this day was coming."

"Soon one day you'd want to live our nest." Said Agustin "You will soon but not yet!" Said Bruno "But-." Isabella shused her as she placed a finger on her "Trust us my beautiful pet Familia knows best!"

Pepa: "We know best listen to your mamas it's scary world out there."

Camilo: "familia knows best,Listen to your Familia something will go wrong I swear! "

Isabella: "Roughins, thugs, poison ivy, quick sand! "

Julietta: "Cannibals."

Bella: "What?!"

Antonio: "And snakes!"

Agustin: "The plague!"

Bella: "No!"

Bruno: "Yes!"

Antonio: "Also large bugs!"

Camilo: "Men with pointy swords and teeth! " He said shape shifting into a tall man before Dolores hit him making him turn back.

Pepa: "And stop no more you'll just upset me!" She said thundering ⛈

Dolores: "Your big sisters are here!"

Pepa: "Mami and papa will protect you but here's what I suggest! "

"Skip the drama and stay with your papas and mamas!"

Isabella: "Your Familia knows best!"

Mirabel: "Your Familia knows best take it from your family on your own you won't survive. "

Isabella: "Sloppy. "

Julietta: "Underdressed."

Camilo: "Immature. "

Dolores:"Clumsy." She said tripping her as Luisa catch her

Mirabel: "Please they'll eat you up alive!"

Pepa: "Gullible. "

Felix: "Naive."

Isabella: " positivly Preppy, dizzy and a bit hmm vague. "

"Plus I believe getting kinda chubby. " She said petting her under her chin as she pulled her into a hug

"I'm just saying cause I love you!"

Pepa: "Mama understand. We're are here to help you."

Julietta and Pepa: "All we have is one request. "

Pepa: "Bella."

Bella: "Yes mama?"

Pepa: "Don't ever ask to leave this family. "

Camilo: "or this house again. "

Bella: "Yes mama."

Camilo: "And?"

Bella: "Yes brother. "

Pepa: "Oh we love you very much dear. "

Bella: "I love you guys too."

Mirabel: "We love you most."

Luisa hugged her sister as she put her down

Isabella: "Don't forget it you'll regret it."

Pepa: "Mama knows best!"

Dolores: "Remember we know what's best!" Shd said petting her head .

(PART 2 WILL COME SOON COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!😃💗 )

#yandere disney x reader #agustin madrigal #bruno madrigal #camilo madrigal #felix madrigal #abuela alma madrigal #pepa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #julieta madrigal #antonio madrigal #luisa magridal #isabella madrigal #dolores madrigal #encanto #yandere encanto #encanto fanfiction

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shobi-enzo · 2 years

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I have a headcanon that isabella and norman would be the most dangerous yanderes among all the characters in tpn. These two are rivals in terms of being the most dangerous regardless being a yandere or not. Escaping their grasps is IMPOSSIBLE. The difference is norman would never harm you aside from manipulation meanwhile isabella would hurt you if it means "for your own good". Just like how she went so far as to break emma's leg. Another difference is that norman would do anything to save you. Even risk his own life. Meanwhile isabella would also do anything to save you yet probably use you to save herself. She really values her life and would probably be in great glee.

#the promised neverland #yakusoku no neverland #tpn #the promised neverland isabella #tpn isabella #the promised neverland norman #tpn norman #yandere headcanons #I know its random but still #it just popped in my head #I love tpn sm

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ataraxiaspainting · 4 months

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Icarus.

Yan (Emperor) Zhongli x F Reader.

Synopsis: You were taught ever since you opened your eyes to never go against your god. So why do you wish now that you have never opened them at all?

Warnings: Yandere themes, major power imbalances, manipulation, future forced marriage, some violence/gore, and unhealthy relationships.

Word Count: 3k.

Ten Songs Like This Piece:

Little Dark Age by MGMT

As the World Caves In by Matt Maltese

The Other Side Of Paradise by Glass Animals

All Eyes On Me by Bo Burnham

Space Song by Beach House

Murders by Miracle Musical

Tongues & Teeth by The Crane Wives

Teacher’s Pet by Melanie Martinez

A Pearl by Mitski

Isabella’s Lullaby by Takahiro Obata

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“‘You know that I love you.’ And despite herself, Coraline nodded. It was true. The other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold. In the other mother's button eyes, Coraline knew that the other mother loved her as a possession, nothing more, a tolerated pet whose behavior was no longer amusing.” – Neil Gaiman, Coraline

*~*~*~*

There is no sin greater than to be a bird.

To be a bird is to be devoid of all burdens, soaring above all who are shackled by them, like a warden overseeing prisoners, or the sweetest and ripest peaches up on the highest of branches so no one can reach it. They can go anywhere, birds, with the winds at their call, the very embodiment of freedom itself, something your god has taught all his people to be wary of. Freedom can be a blessing, he told one of his counselors once, but it can also cause humans to be too conceited. There is no sin greater than to be a bird because all others will be envious. Envy is also a sin, one so common that even Archons are said to possess it. Sin gives birth to more sin, more suffering, and thus only the original that birthed it all shall be punished by Celestia’s fury.

There is no greater sin than to be a bird, so the gods put in place cages, made to make those trapped by gold and chains and other things entirely. Birds who are not lured into such traps are dealt with by lightning, making them fall back down to the ground below, the last thing they see is the very sky that punished them. The sky, the stars, the moon, the sun… the entire world will be against you when you are a bird.

It will be that way until you die. The world hates birds and the way they fly and soar. Birds are meant for cages, or to be struck down with their corpses made into trophies.

There is no title greater than to be a hunter.

The sin; to be a bird, freedom… the title; to be a hunter, despotism.

To shoot, to stab, to twist until the prey bursts, is the way of someone whose greatest sin is doing good for this world.

To bleed, to be trapped, to be killed and put on display for all to see, that is what a bird’s purpose truly is, in the eyes of the divine.

They are different, quite so, like different ripples in lakes of mixed blood and water.

You can almost hear them, can’t you?

Celestia favors the strong. Celestia despises the weak. It makes sense to most people, those who were born into power be it money made from blood or strength made from blood. They don’t see the way the world works. The way flies feast upon rotting meat and are soon to be eaten by something bigger. It makes sense for most people, but not for you. Despite everything you have ever been taught from word of mouth, life on the streets teaches you otherwise. For everything you have endured, you have learned that you are not weak. In any case, quite the opposite.

You don’t pray anymore with everyone else, as they keep reciting such things over and over again at the states positioned throughout Liyue as if the emperor would listen to them.

“O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all!” They would hold hands with their bodies being placed in circles around the sculptures. They close their eyes altogether, to not see the sacrifices trapped between them at the monuments, the last thing they see is the Lord of Geo’s face, looking down at them with a stone-cold glare laced with eerie delight. “O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all! O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all!”

To be praying and to be preying are two quite different things, but to the people of Liyue, there is no difference. Blood seeps into the earth all the same, regardless of who sheds it. So, as evidence that the people of Liyue do indeed bow down to Celestia’s every whim, they bring birds of all kinds and steal them of all they have. Their feathers make for excellent clothing, their bones make for stellar weaponry, and their feet make for charms of good luck. Celestia only smiles down upon the strong, after all. Celestia despises freedom because, without the divine, humans would have nothing to leash them onto rationality and laws. Perhaps that is why Mondstadt is very much in chaos now. Their god was said to have betrayed Celestia by giving his people forbidden knowledge of how nature originally ran its course, causing an uproar among the citizens.

No one knows what happened to the god of Mondstadt after that.

Was he smitten down? Did his people turn on him? No one in Liyue knows for certain, as people of Mondstadt are forbidden from entering the land said to be made up of the purest of gold.

“O Almighty Geo Archon, give us your blessings for the many moons ahead of us all!”

That is the first thing you hear when you wake up, huddled in a corner to prevent yourself from getting even more wet from the rain. You assume that maybe it will be the last thing you hear when you close your eyes for good.

*~*~*~*

You grew up in Qiaoying Village and, once you grew up, got exiled from Qiaoying Village. You stood out, which no one saw in a good light. You were a mischievous, rule-breaking child, always stealing Jadevein Tea Eggs and both tea and tea sets made of fine porcelain. Your older brother taught you lessons far too valuable and unique for the traditionalist settings of Qiaoying Village, lessons like how to pick the elderly’s door’s locks, how to properly identify which pockets had the most Mora, and how to make alleyways a labyrinth for those who chase you.

Your older brother, though, did not partake in thievery himself. You suppose that might have been the first warning sign of many more to come. He made you, a child about half his age, do his dirty work for him. He always hoarded the rewards afterward, and if you got caught or he got caught with whatever treasure you had given him, he would pretend to scold you for going against the way of the Qiaoying. He said it was just pretend, but that look in his eyes still haunts you to this very day. As you got older, though, you got dumber. You crossed a line with everyone. You decided to steal from a Fontainian duke.

It was a foolish decision. Fontainians are known for their high sense of justice, and their tunnel vision when it comes to crimes and punishments. But you were just a child, were you not?

You couldn’t help it. You were just a child. That is what you told yourself then, and it is what you tell yourself now.

No one helped you then, and no one helps you now. Hell, it would be a miracle, a blessing from Celestia, if your older brother came to Liyue Harbor to visit you. But he never loved you, did he? He never loved you, and you never hated him until you saw him for what he truly is. A petty servant of Madam Mei with a spine thinner than that of a twig. He was a coward then, and likely still a coward now. Perhaps it would have been noble of him, while you were still an infant, to use that pocket knife he always carried around. It would have been better for you, for you to not know anything you know about him now.

But he was a coward, your older brother. The person who taught you everything about thievery is also now the person who taught you how important it is to keep your cards close. Life on the streets calls for both, you suppose. Liyue Harbor may not be the friendliest for the homeless, but at the very least it had pockets to swipe into when no one was looking. Old habits die hard. You ended up relying on every memory of the past, no matter how bitter or how deceivingly sweet they were. You bore it. You bore it all. Every memory, every fragment of a lie, and every fragment of a half-truth. Life is never so simple after all, is it?

Your life was never perfect, and therefore still is not now. But you know deep in your heart that you would prefer this life over seeing your older brother’s face ever again.

But now, with eyes brighter than amber staring above you as you lay, your arm broken, you wish that your brother had taught you some fighting skills instead of everything else he taught you.

But he was a coward, and so are you.

To be fair, though, he never met the emperor and never thought that he would. So did you. No one in Qiaoying Village did, most likely. It was so far from the proclaimed harbor made of gold and trader’s blood and prayers. This was where the emperor lived, in his castle in the mountains surrounding Lingju Pass and Mount Tianheng. It was made up of the finest gold and wood and jewels. Only the best for the emperor, while people like you get mere pebbles. That is why, when you saw yet another stranger in a white cloak roaming around the alleyways, you attempted to strike. Your mistake.

Your mistake.

You were on the ground in an instant, your arm breaking so loudly an elderly man on his deathbed could hear it.

The stranger’s eyes glittered like gold.

Frozen gold, perhaps, with how he was staring down at you with such disappointment.

So, he stared down at you.

You stared down at your arm.

You should have known better. But you are just someone trying to live, are you not? It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault. But that white cloak the man is wearing with the sigil of geo on the back, one of the few symbols of the emperor himself, should have made you not attempt to pickpocket him. You should have known better. You really should have known better. Should you apologize? You are already as good as dead though, aren’t you?

Does a death sentence await you?

Life? Death? Prison? Life. Death. Prison.

Escape.

You have to escape.

But the emperor seems to know what you are doing, what you are planning.

So he stops you with a simple hand raised, and pillars of geo appear out of nowhere, trapping you in the corner. Now there is nowhere to run.

He stares down at you.

You stare down at your feet, all mangled up from a life made of thievery and poverty.

He doesn’t speak. Neither do you. You prefer it that way.

You are in a cage. But he is not.

Please.

Please don’t kill me.

Please.

*~*~*~*

Is it a sin to indulge? Perhaps it is, perhaps it is not. Perhaps it depends. Is the indulgence centered in reality or fantasy? This escape attempt, perhaps, is both.

Like the many that came before it, the only sounds you can hear is the rain, the water falling from the glass windows like teardrops, and sometimes you can swear you hear the sound of someone weeping. Despite everything you have gone through though, you do not weep with them, whoever they are. You only keep stepping on ahead for a brighter future, one where you sneak off to Sumeru, a land that prioritizes knowledge over riches. You’d have a better life there than here, you think. Anywhere but here you would run off to actually, even if it was Snezhnaya.

You are treated well, too well.

You still don’t know why instead of throwing you in the dungeons, Morax placed your unconscious body in one of the many, many guest rooms that were spread about in his castle.

You are treated far too well, almost to the point that it is maddening. Everything is so perfect, from the morning birds outside your window that wake you up every morning when it just so happens to be time for breakfast to the hairbrush you use to put your hair up when it is time to sleep, the design intricately laced with jade and topaz. Perfect, perfect, perfect. It’s maddening, sickening, how perfect everything is. You wish he had just put you in a cell because at least then everything would not have been so planned out for you, even the type of flowers you saw in the gardens that week.

“Damn it all…”

In your opinion, the clothes you received today were more intricate than usual. The sleeves are puffed and transition from white to a deep teal color. The dress itself showcases delicate lace patterns of glaze lilies around the waist and wrists, while the skirt is impractically long for any running. Strangely, the inside of the skirt features a constellation pattern, though it seems to be a design meant for your eyes alone. The purpose of this starry sky motif remains unclear. The dress, like everything else, appears flawless and fits you perfectly, almost as if it was tailored specifically for you. Given Morax's wealth, you can't help but entertain the possibility. However, the overwhelming perfection of it all borders on madness. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect, so damn perfect.

Today, you were not given shoes, presumably due to the rain and the consequent cancellation of your garden visit with Morax, where you typically indulge in tea and wine. As you approached the staircase leading to the dining room, however, the guards obstructed your path. Their actions were gentle, but their words were not. They formed a human barricade, preventing your descent. One guard clicked their tongue disapprovingly, while the other remained silent. Perhaps they harbored some disdain towards you. The servants in this establishment either treated you with utmost care or completely disregarded your presence, so it was not entirely surprising that the guards displayed a semblance of dislike.

The real surprise was you not being allowed to go to the dining room to eat.

“The emperor wants you to stay in your room for the time being. He shall see you shortly there.”

So, you went back, albeit muttering curses along the way. Due to your lack of shoes and the guards not even allowing you to go downstairs, this escape attempt is as short-lived as a moth flying much too close to a flame.

As you were told, Morax came in his usual attire, black and brown robes with a geo sigil on the back.

“...”

“I have been told that you have been getting a bit too curious with your wandering.”

Ah, straight to the point, it would seem.

There is no point trying to beat around the bush when it comes to Morax. “It is not like there is anything else to do here.”

He sits beside you on the bed, not too close but not too far either. A perfect balance. “I can give you other activities to do if you would like. I can also answer some questions you have since you’ll be living here from now on.”

“...This isn’t temporary…” You look down at the arm he broke, a time which feels like a millennium ago. “Am I being charged?” Your question is quietly said. “Aren’t thieves simply sent to cells for a few moons?”

His chuckle was unexpected, causing a slight surprise. Morax, who was typically expressionless, wore a smile on his face. Despite the possibly good intentions behind it, the sight and sound were unsettling and made your skin crawl.

“...You don’t tell me anything.” You whisper under your breath. That much is clear. Despite Morax's little attempts to conceal it, his secrecy is unmistakable. You can't help but feel like a naive child stating the obvious.

“You are here for multiple reasons. For instance… you remind me of someone. As such, you must have questions, if you are anything like her.” His eyes glaze over you, from the top of your head where your hair is half put up with a hairpin to the anklet just hovering over your right foot. “All humans are born with an innate sense to pry. I won’t judge, as I am an Archon.” Are his words heartfelt? “Through my veins flow gold, but yours flow with sanguine, life, and desires.”

His hand reaches forward, but he does not touch you. “You must see yourself as better than us because of this. Am I correct?”

“My feelings are not as monochrome as they seem to you. They are complex, quite so. But you are right, in some regard.”

“This is why I cannot stand the so-called divine.”

“Another reason as to why you are here. You are a sleeper of such, and I intend to help you open your eyes to the truth.”

You look at his eyes, seeing all the horrors within their depths.

The emperor known as Morax possesses eyes of pure gold, along with attractive features and pale, rosy lips that curl into a sickly sweet smile. Your body instinctively reacts, urging you to flee before your mind can fully comprehend the situation. However, your brain, awakening and analyzing the situation, is interrupted by the overpowering force of instinct, echoing the same warning as your body: the charming smile is a mere facade, reminiscent of something unsettlingly artificial. It is akin to a sculpture with painted skin and eyes or a doll with exaggerated, intricate features. This man, with his literal golden eyes, his potentially persuasive words, and his captivating yet unnerving countenance, is someone you cannot trust.

Desperate to escape, you attempt to run, only to find that arms and hands, seemingly made of stone, emerge from the walls, gripping and restraining your own. Two of these strong hands ascend, slithering towards the center of your back, forcefully pushing you down into a bow, while you remain compelled to gaze upwards. Your focus remains fixated solely on the emperor's eyes, observing the eloquent patterns of gold within them.

The caress of their touch is tender upon your cheeks, unlike solid ones that demand for you to stay.

“You shall become my consort and see the gates of Celestia for yourself. Humans are made to worship, after all. The divine are made to simply awaken those who have strayed off the path of destiny.”

*~*~*~*

To possess the gift of sight, encompassing all, is the gravest transgression one can commit. Thus, those winged creatures who lack this awareness are banished to the depths of the earth, their vision, their literal eyes stripped away until their cries reverberate to the surface, where the emperor Morax shall pronounce the ultimate verdict.

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whore-ibly-hot · 7 months

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💚👻Yan!Harold Biddle Hc's💚👻

"Viewer beware, you're in for a scare."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Yandere themes, dark behavior, possession, general spooks, serial killer, bullying, angst teen ghost boy?

AN: Requested by an Anon, this man has me down so bad, and I hope this inspires others to write for him. I love both old and new goosebumps media, and how our reader meets Harold is VERY similar to the goosebumps TV show episode 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Enjoy and happy belated Halloween! Go watch Goosebumps on Disney ➕️. Never done an HC before...

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💚In a situation for Harold to grow truly attached to someone, you would have to be from out of town, or visiting a family member, perhaps. Harold is filled with such hatred for his former classmates and there spawn, that even those who didn't kill him, he knows stood idly by and ignored him in school. Because of this, he probably wouldn't want the son or daughter of a former classmate.

👻Maybe you moved to Port Lawrence with your family, whether for work or a fresh start, or maybe your a distant cousin of one of the people in town. As long as you aren't a direct descendant, Harold will have an easier time coming to terms with these feelings.

💚Being new in town was hard for you, nerve wracking even. Everyone at this school seemed to have a clique or group, and even the loners had their own things going on. Luckily, you caught wind through overhearing some classmates that a party was being held on Halloween night. Hoping to make some real friends, you donned a costume and set out.

👻The address had been kind of hard to find, some old, blocked off road with a creepy mansion at the end. Still, the party was in full swing, teens dancing and drinking, strobe lights and shitty music filled the main room of the house. You asked one of your classmates, Lucas, about the house.

"Oh, yeah. Some kid died here like, a hundred years ago or something. Big explosions, a fire..." A skinnier boy in a cat costume cut him off. "Don't listen to Lucas, it wasn't a hundred years ago, dude. It was like, the 90s." He rolls his eyes.

💚A little uneasy about sneaking into a house, much more the site of a gruesome death, you tried to enjoy the party. After a few drinks, Dr. Pepper, you weren't trying to call your parents to take you home, you went looking for a bathroom.

This would prove pretty difficult. That same boy from earlier, Lucas, ate worms, and was puking in bathroom number one. The second bathroom was locked, and from the groaning and smacking inside, you could tell you didn't want to know what was going on inside.

👻This had left you with not choice but to go to the bathroom in the basement. Standing at the edge of the stairs and looking down the dark hallway, floored with rickety wooden steps, you had gathered your courage and descended.

💚Biddle had expected company, but unlike the mask he coerced Isabella into taking, or the camera he snuck in Isaac's bag, you didn't take anything. He waited for another, foolish teen to take something. He had a few items set out for specific peoples... but, he wasn't against another thief falling victim to his cursed items.

👻However, you surprised him. Just looked for the bathroom door, went, and then headed right back up to the party. When Mr. Bratt came home, the teens scattered, to cars and into the woods. Harold used this time to torment Allison, his burned, ghostly form shrieking at her. She had screamed in terror, and Isaiah soon found her.

💚You were driving home, but took pity and stopped to help a few of your classmates whose rides had fled. After several hours of dropping people off, you were finally able to get back home. A pair of pale ghostly eyes watched you from the window of your room. No one else had stopped to help their friends, much less strangers. How nice you were...

💚As days went by, and mysterious terrors afflicted the teens of Port Lawrence, you grew close to some of them. A busy body named Margot, a cheer leader named Allison, and a jock named Isaiah. All shared and English class with the new teacher (and owner of the Biddle house), Mr. Bratt. Mr. Bratt was odder at sometimes than others, almost like he was fighting with himself. He was always tired and dark eyed.

👻From deep inside, viewing the world through Mr. Bratt, Harold would observe the teens. It was just as he remembered it, the gossip, the catty looks and the fake smiles. But nothing sickened him more than watching you interact with the others, so sweet and kind, but only friends with the filth in this town.

👻On your end, you really liked Mr. Bratt. He was a funny teacher, always cracking jokes and saying something odd. He always gave you perfect grades, which was odd because you noticed you had gotten a few questions wrong when you would compare projects and assignments to classmates. Still, he was a great teacher.

💚Harold wasn't a fool. He had always been smart when he was alive, and his evil intentions had made him no less cunning. He knows he can't pursue you romantically as long as he's possessing a teacher. He'd rather not get his possession vessel arrested and sent to jail. He doesn't want his house empty, not right now.

👻When he heard you had taken up the role of a tech member for the drama department, he formed a plan. The old elevator platform to the schools abandoned basement was 'accidentally' left open, a gaping hole in the dark of the stage.

💚You unfortunately weren't aware of this, and had stayed late to finish some lighting set up. As you close up and turn out the overhead lights, the floor had felt as those it disappeared beneath you. As you plummet, you let out a pitch scream. It wasn't a long fall, not even that deep, but it hurt. Your hips and ankle were aching, throbbing, and red hot tears had begun to stream from your cheeks. You felt to scared to stand or move, but it was late. How were you supposed to get out of here?

👻As you whimpered, you heard a sound in the silence. Just then, a sound from the side. It sounded like a creaking floor panel.

"H-hello? Is someone there?" You called out fearfully. A boy, haired curly and tall looms over you. His eyes have dark circles, his face almost blends into the shadows of the basement, but... you chalk it up to blurry vision and bad lighting.

💚"Aw... how'd you end up down here?" He asked, voice low and slow as he had tilted his head. "I'm on tech crew, I fell. I think my ankle is... twisted or something. Could you help me?" She asks.

"Of course..." he drawled. His eyes darkened and a grin tugged at his cheeks as he said the next statement. "What kind of sick, sick monster would leave someone to die in a basement, all alone?" He said. You gulp and chuckle awkwardly. "Well, it's just my ankle. Don't think I'm dying." You joked.

👻"Course not. Come on." He had extended his hand to you, and hoisted you up against him with surprising strength. Despite the soft flannel shirt he was wearing, his skin felt frigid to the touch, yet oddly warm, an icey burning sensation could be felt where his hand was still on your arm.

"Should be a lever... right over-" he looks around, the snaps his fingers and points. "Right there." You had both hopped on the platform. "How'd you know how to get out of the basement, I heard it's been blocked off like, forever." She asks.

💚"I guess I just, know more than other people." He shrugs. Once he had helped you out of the school, you had gone to your car. Fidgeting with your keys, you faced away from him as you unlocked your car. "What did you say your name was?" You ask.

👻"Doesn't matter. Just a friend." When you turn to him with a confused look, he's gone. You looked around, but tired, you drove from the lot.

💚Back at the Biddle Manor, while Mr. Bratt tried to get a peaceful night of sleep without being possessed for once, Harold is in the basement, playing with the Polaroid camera Isaiah had tried so hard to destroy. He wonders, can it just take normal photos if he wills it too? He has other things to attend too, he can't always watch you, but he'd love a few pictures of you.

👻Even if the camera could only take pictures of your fate, maybe it wouldn't bother him too much. What would the future hold? Would you be with him? He hoped so, but the idea of what he could see that would displease him swayed him away from that path. No, he'll stick to watching you through Bratt, when he can, or through your windows on those precious nights you leave a curtain open.

💚As he sits in the room of his demise, he looks at his hands, black char marks occasionally appearing. For once, he doesn't focus on the burning rage and actual burning feeling that courses through his body. No, this warmth is softer. The warmth from when you touched him and he touched you. Contact, from someone who cared. Someone who he saw every private moment of, just to ensure that you had only pure intentions with everyone you met. Would you betray him if you knew, what he was like, who he was? He shakes his head. No. He holds all the cards now. He won't be weak ever again, he won't let you slip away.

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General bonus hc's:

💚Harold only wears what teens at Port Lawrence high now think of as 'grunge'. Oversized sweatshirt, flannels, loose pants. He has never once brushed his hair, even when he was alive. He doesn't hate that grunge is popular now though. He enjoy leaving a flannel or a Jean jacket in your closet, hoping you'll assume one of your parents gifted it to you.

👻You can always tell when his ghost in nearby, even if he's not visible there are tells, even if you don't realize what they are pointing too. You might feel a stinging if he passes by, a side effect of the pain from his burns. The smell of smoke and dark room chemicals fills the air if he's around, and you feel like your being watched.

💚He'd like to kiss you, or hold you, but he's not ready to even attempt that, much less a real introduction. He's got a lot going on right now. For now, you'll only see him around town, at night when your alone. At a bus stop? Oh, that mysterious boy from the other night us passing by. Buying a snack? He's got some spare cash. Walking home alone at night? Good thing his lanky silhouette can be seen leaning out from under a streetlight. Don't worry, he'll walk you home. You wouldn't believe the sort of monsters that live in this town, that lurk. It's enough to give you goosebumps...

You wonder why you always forget to ask his name...

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queenie-avenue · 2 months

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What about period comfort with Isabella bc her darling gets rly bad cramps where she can’t get out of bed which is a perfect excuse for Isabella to take full autonomy with feeding, choosing clothes ect

Basically taking care of her

The pains of being a woman.

💌 ⤻ THE MAFIA BOSS, VITTORIA CONSTANZO

—> headcanons of how Vittoria will take care of you during your period.

⤻ reader is a female, period pains, obsessive behaviour, possessive behaviour, typical yandere behaviour tbh, medical procedures done without consent, mutilation of female genitalia, mentions of stockholm syndrome at the end

note: i changed isabella's name to vittoria, that's why the name is different. also, sorry for taking so long for this! i hope you enjoy!

💌 ⤻ archives.

— Vittoria won't even let you lift a finger when you have your period! She's a woman too, so she understands how painful it can be to experience cramps and all the other side-effects of simply being a woman!

“Oh darling,” She cooed as she leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. “I know, I know it's painful.” She peppered your face with kisses as she placed a hot towel over your abdomen. “It's just for a week, okay? And then we can go back to all the activities we're missing out on.” She whispered into your ears seductively as she massaged you.

— Honestly, Vittoria is a sadist. She doesn't hide it much from her peers and comrades in the mafia, but she doesn't normally show it to you. But you do notice at times when she tries to hide that smile on her face whenever you tear up because of your cramps. Can you blame her? She loves kissing those tears away.

— Will loosen up the ribbons on your arms to reduce the hassle, but she doesn't underestimate you, so you're always locked up whether you like it or not.

— Despite being so busy as a fashion designer and mafia boss, Vittoria still takes time be with you. Especially when you’re suffering like this, she makes extra time to take care of you while Valerio attends her meetings.

“Who cares about that meeting, my Belleza?” She whispered into your ear as she loosened up your ribbons, turning you around like a puppet to give you yet another massage.

— Althought Vittoria wants you to have a healthy diet — considering the fact you can't afford to gouge on fat-filled foods thanks to you not being able to exercise at all — she has hired a strict dietitian. But during those few days to a week you're suffering, she'll allow you to have anything your heart desires.

— Loves feeding you food. She normally does it already but during your period, she just loves how more submissive you're being towards her.

— Like yourself, it seems like she will also get emotional whenever you are, seemingly growing more jealous and eager to be with you. After all, you can barely move with your cramps, what if someone else helps you and you fall in love with them instead of her?

— During her periods, she also expects you to care for her, like how she cares for you. At least, how much you can care for her when you are stuck in a room.

— If your periods hurt that badly though… she may force you to get a hysterectomy. Vittoria's a sadist, but she loves you too much to see you hurt that badly every month.

You fought against the chains she had placed on you — replacing the soft ribbons she had given you the privilege of having — as you stared into her blue eyes, yours tearing up as the anesthesia slowly began to kick in, knocking you out and allowing Vittoria to mutilate and rip out your poor womb.

“I couldn't bear to see you in such pain, my love.” She whispered as she soothed your back after the procedure. “It's not like you need a womb anyway.” She said. “If we want children, we will adopt.” She announced, like it was set in stone.

But you would never want to have a child with a monster like her.

Yet, you were resigned to forever be her love; her darling Belleza.

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yanderehsr · 6 months

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Time for the second reward for 1k followers, it's an event

OC X Character Event

Here are the rules

1. Do not send in the OC as an anonymous, the reason why will be explained in number two

2. Each person may only get one OC written about, you can send in multiple but I will only write for one per person

3. You will have to explain some things about your OC, such as looks, Personality and a bit of backstory, even if you have a link please write this in your request.

4. The OC will NOT be the yandere

5. You can pick if you wanna choose the yanderes or if I will choose them for you, either one works for me

6. How long will this go on? Until the 1 december you will be able to send in requests, any OC requests afterwards will be deleted, if you have written a request before the deadline but I still haven't written about them until after the deadline, I will still post that one.

7. Have fun ^^

Masterlist:

OC: Lukyan Yandere: Childe

OC: Eclipsa Yandere: Furina, Raiden Ei, Nahida and Venti

OC: Aleron Yandere: Venti and Guinaifen

OC: Cyrus Yandere: Welt

OC: Noriku Yandere: Hu Tao and Barbara

OC: Elyna Yandere: Neuvillette

OC: Rosemary Yandere: Blade and Yoimiya

OC: Buraku Yandere: Scaramouche

OC: Shari Yandere: Kaveh

OC: Tobi Yandere: Lumine

OC: Hikaru Yandere: Zhongli

OC: Atalai Yandere: Diluc and Ningguang

OC: Puji Yandere: Topaz and Herta

OC: Marcel Yandere: Jing Yuan, Blade and Huohuo

OC: Isabella Yandere: Xiao

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princess-of-thebes-1995 · 8 months

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Imagine this. I want to continue my yandere story of Quaritch and reader chan after giving birth to his triplets

After your fiancee died from the first movie, you and your triplets went to earth and with the the new advance technologies, you can visit Pandora like an airplane. So you visit your Navi friends every summer vacation.

Blah. Blah. Blah. Suddenly, your son Miles got captured by your now Navi Fiancee Quaritch.

He came from the dead. And now you were looking for your first son. You got captured and your other two kids

All three of you were confined in a lab room.

(since spider/Miles lives in earth, he doesn't have dreads and wears Navi clothes. He wears human clothes and has a trimmed haircut.)

You cried when you witnessed your son Miles being tortured. You hugged your other two kids close to your chest.

Quaritch watched you and his heart melted at your protectiveness. You were a good mother.

"Mommy?" Your daughter Isabella Maria looked at you with teary eyes. "Why are they hurting Miles?"

You kissed your daughter on her lips.

"the mean woman is just evil."

You were talking about that damn general.

Quaritch saw the way you kissed his daughter and wished you would kiss him too. Fuck. His erection was already bad but became worse. You drive him crazy

He quickly stopped the machine torturing his son.

He watched you relax. They released Miles from the machine and you ran to him. Your other two kids followed. You hugged your first son and kissed his forehead. "My poor baby."

"I am okay, Mummy." Miles sighed and relaxed in your arms.

That's it. Quaritch couldn't take it. He walked up to you and grabbed your forearm and dragged you away from your kids.

He didn't get laid since he died or woke up in his Navi body. You would haunt his dreams before he even remembered you. He thought you were just a mystery woman he was hallucinating.

After the video log of his human self he found out who you were. Now, he has you back.

#avatar the way of water #avatar x reader #avatar 2009 #avatar #yandere miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch #dark miles quaritch #yandere miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader

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yanpotatowriter · 2 years

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Encanto Masterlist

Encanto: Multiple: Yandere Isabella and Dolores sharing a darling Possessive yandere Isabela and Dolores Yandere Pepa x Reader x Yandere Julieta Yandere Platonic madrigal Family Bruno Madrigal: Platonic! dad Bruno with a daughter that has a prosthetic leg Abuela Alma Madrigal: Platonic yandere Abuela Alma Madrigal with reader that remind her of Pedro

Pepa Madrigal: Yandere Pepa with a darling that does not care

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yanderelionwrites · 1 year

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Just Let Me Adore You - (Female Yandere x Reader)

A one-shot I wrote using my OC Adore. Just wanted to practice my writing really.

Content Warning: yandere, obsessive/delusional and creepy behavior, invasion of privacy, implied fem reader?? I don't specify pronouns, but they share a dorm with the fem yandere

Word Count: 1.1k

Your roommate, Adore, sighed blissfully as she watched you sleep, smiling at the way your face was completely relaxed and devoid of any worry or stress the day always brought you. She loved seeing you like this. She wished she could always have you look this peaceful, but for now, she would have to settle for these early morning observing sessions. Adore stifled a coo as you murmured in your sleep, turning to the side to get more comfortable. Your alarm was due to go off soon at 9:00 AM, so you were most likely stirring awake now. It’s time for her to get into position.

Adore sat down at the desk on her side of the room and opened her laptop, pulling up a random assignment that was due in the near future. She wanted you to think she was a hardworking and studious person, after all, since that was the type of person you said you admired when she read your diary. Adore began to idly work until she heard the cute jingle of the alarm on your phone. She couldn’t help but grin ear to ear at the sound of you grumbling and hitting the ‘off’ button. You are absolutely adorable when you’ve just woken up.

You yawned and hopped out of bed, the little taps of your feet against the tile floor resounding throughout the dorm room. Adore knew that you liked to put socks on before doing anything else.

“Morning, Adore,” You mumbled in your still-sleepy state, pulling on a pair of pink ankle socks.

She turned around in her chair, chipper as always, and said, “Good morning! Sleep well?”

You hummed and nodded. “I did, actually. I think it’s been getting better recently.”

Adore was delighted to hear that. She knew that carefully watching over you late at night and early in the morning would do you good. Her heart soared at the thought of being able to help you.

“That’s great to hear!” She clapped her hands together. “Say, now that you’re awake, would you like to go and eat breakfast with me? I hear they’re having a waffle special at the dining hall today!”

You gave her an apologetic smile, saying, “Ah, I’m sorry, I already agreed that I’d meet up with Isabella and help her study before her test. Maybe tomorrow though?”

Her eye twitched, but you didn’t seem to notice. “Sure! We can do it tomorrow.”

Adore turned back around to face her laptop once more and scowled. Why were you hanging out with lowlifes like Isabella when you could be spending time with her? That bitch hadn’t an ounce of love and appreciation towards you like she did. Couldn’t you see that?

You finished getting ready for the day and slung your backpack around your shoulders. Opening the room's door, you leaned back and waved. “Well, see ya later, girl! I’m off.”

Snapping out of her thoughts, Adore enthusiastically waved back and said, “Yeah! See you later!”

Right after the door closed, she stood up and shut her laptop lid with a little too much force necessary. How long has Isabella been getting one-on-one time with you recently? I bet she doesn’t even need the tutoring lessons. She just wants you all to herself! Adore thought, chewing on her thumbnail while pacing around the room.

She sighed as she collapsed onto your bed. You make her worried sick, you know that? And yet you’ll never be aware of how much she cares about you. But that’s okay. She’s content with just pining from afar. For now.

Turning to lay on her stomach, she reached for your blanket, taking a deep and long sniff of it before returning it to where it was. It did little to calm her beating heart, so she tried the pillow next. Now that was good stuff. She pressed her whole face into the softness, ingraining the scent into her memory. It smelled just like you, specifically your shampoo. Adore couldn’t get enough. She was so glad that she had her classes later in the day.

Taking one last whiff, she rose up from your comfy bed, meticulously making sure everything was back in place. She doubted that you would even notice, but better safe than sorry. She’d done this plenty of times, and you haven’t said a word.

Adore moved on to the next part of her routine: checking your desk for any loose thing she could keep for herself. She had a small collection of things you wouldn’t miss or have thrown away, and she’s been adding to it almost every day. Usually, she would rummage through your trash first, but you had taken it out the other day, so no dice there. She scanned over each item on your desk before opening the drawers and searching there. Her eyes lit up at seeing a stray pencil in the bottom drawer and quickly snatched it up. Darn, no bite marks on this one, but all well. I’ll take it anyway.

Finally came your closet. Her favorite part! Flinging open the doors, Adore giggled in delight at seeing your cute clothes hanging all nice and neat on the rack. She sees them all the time, but it never fails to fill her with joy. Gently running her fingers over the variety of fabrics, she stopped at one particular sweater that was her absolute favorite to see you in. It was pink (her favorite color!) and decorated with black cats. She wasn’t sure what drew her to it, maybe the fact that you looked so good in it? Who knows. Adore wished you wore it more.

She pulled out a few other pieces of clothes to admire, sometimes just to smell the laundry detergent you used. Oh, what she’d give to wear these. Maybe if she asked nicely, you’d let her? Adore got to the end of the rack, only to stumble across your shower towel. Your used shower towel. Now this was a wonderful treat.

Gingerly, she took the towel off its hook, just wanting to feel it in her hands. She blushed as she thought about where this had been. Does she dare do what she’s thinking about doing? Yes…she does…

Slowly, Adore brought the cloth up to her face. What usually made her heart beat calmly was now making it beat out of control. She sunk her nose into the softness of the towel and sniffed, rubbing her face all around it too.

Intoxicating…absolutely-

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” An all too familiar voice spoke from behind her.

And for the first time ever, Adore didn’t want to turn and see your face again.

I'm so bad at endings Hope you enjoyed! Thanks for reading! 💕

#yandere #female yandere #yandere x reader #female yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #oc x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere x y/n #one-shot #yandere roommate #obsessive yandere

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