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babyayga · 2 years

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hi lovely!! could i request either an imagine or headcanons for yan!ron weasley? maybe how he’s possessive/abusive in your relationship, or if something happens that makes him upset? thank you so much :)))

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Reader/You Word count: 561 Warnings: Possessive behavior, Abuse, Mentions of physical abuse, Mental abuse Description: WOW would you look at that B) I'm back after forever and a half of leaving... AGAIN!!! Summary: No leaving me. Even if you want to, you won't.

Ron has anger issues. Always has, probably always will. He's never been one to back down from a fight either. He sticks to his guns, if it means standing up to a friend, or getting slugs in his mouth.

So when it comes to you, he's no different. The looks on other people's faces when they see you... It makes him infuriated. It makes him nothing but disgusted that they even dare look at his precious little toy.

Someone talks to you, it makes him pissed. He would question you, basically interrogating you about what they said. If it was just something silly like work or school, then he would let it slide after a day or two. But if they are asking to hang out, or hell... If they asked you out...? It's like a life or death situation for him.

You dare talk to someone other than him? He's not allowing that to happen. His anger is nothing but fuel to his fire, and you trying to defend yourself is just you digging your hole.

Would it be better if you just stopped talking in arguments? Maybe it would be easier on you, and hopefully, make him calm down a lot quicker.

But let's face it... If you tried to be quiet, he would just play around that too. You defend yourself? That means you're guilty. You get mad? You're guilty. You stay quiet? Guilty. Nothing you can say or do can avoid the guilt in his eyes.

The fighting never seems to stop... Constant smack talk from the both of you, constant bickering, constant hatred, and rage... It was anything but healthy for either of you.

You can't stand talking to him anymore, you just wanted to leave and not talk to him or anyone he's in relations with ever again. Maybe then you'd find peace. Though you knew he'd never allow that.

You would try to talk about your situation with Harry, or even Hermione. But Harry was the first to tell Ron about you bad talking him behind his back. And that was the day he completely explodes.

You two got into such a bad argument, that it turned physical. You hit him, he hit you... You both left the house with bruised knuckles. One of your teeth was missing, you had a black eye... Ron had a broken wrist and nose... How were you supposed to explain this to people?

But that got you thinking... This could possibly be your way out of this horrid relationship. Maybe now you can talk to police and finally get this guy off your back!

Harry had heard about the fight, he would go to Ron first. The two of you had “made up” and were now back under the same house again. And while Harry and Ron were talking, you would overhear...

“If she tries to leave, or tell the cops then I'll lose it, Harry.”

“She's not going to leave, Ron. She still loves you.”

“You don't know that.”

“I do!”

“I don't want to hear it. She's not leaving.”

“What will you do if she does?”

There was a silence before Ron spoke again...

“I'll ruin her life. She'll regret it. She'll never get another boyfriend. Everyone will hate her. I'll ruin her life.”

Yeah... On second thought, maybe it's best if just stay at home...

#yandere harry potter #harry potter #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #ron HP #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #reader #reader insert #obsessive #possessive #short story

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babyayga · 2 years

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Hey are requests open?

YES I'M JUST EXTREMELY SLOW!!!

#Not a request

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babyayga · 2 years

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Can I request John Wick with a smol darling ? Like, she’s frustrated that she can’t reach her favorite snacks in the grocery store and here comes mister tall, dark and handsome to help her out 🥴🥴 Keanu Reeves is like 6’1 I wanna climb him like a tree

Pairing: John Wick x Reader/You Word Count: 623 Warnings: None. Description: 🥴Johnny being bossy?? Don't mind if I do Summary: Give me the Cheese-Itz!

“Dammit...” “Fuck...” “Would you just-...”

“WORK with me...!”

You were moaning and groaning, trying to grab a stupid box of crackers, it being one too many shelves above your hand. It's not like it could hear you, yet you still wanted to cuss it out like it was a bully you met in fifth grade...

“I'm gonna beat you so bad if you don't-” You jumped on the pads of your feet, daring yourself to just climb the shelf like a ladder and rip it from the top.

“You're...” You huffed, “Getting...” You puffed, “ON MY NERVES!” You finally yelled, letting yourself get a little too heated over a box of Cheese-itz. Holding in your breath, you acted like it was maybe your stomach that was preventing you from reaching the top... But as you sucked in and realized that wouldn't work, you let out one last, rather loud too, groan from your mouth. Looking up at the box, you narrowed your eyes at it. Thinking, perhaps in some weird world, that you could make it move with your mind...

“I'll get you...” You whispered to yourself.

“This is-” You jumped to your right, getting startled at the sudden male voice next to you. Looking over to the voice, you saw a man reach up to the box with ease and grab it. “Getting difficult to watch.” He said, blinking down at you and raising a brow. Though he didn't hand you the box, still holding it above your head.

“GREAT!” You said cheerfully, stretching your arm up to try and grab it from him, but he didn't seem to budge.

“I said...” You pushed yourself up on your toes, trying to grab it again. “GREAT!” Still nothing. “That means give it to me, John.” You barked. He turned his head, a very small but sly smirk on his lips.

“What's the magic word?” He asked. Your face flushed softly, your fingers crumbling up into tiny fists.

“The magic word is give it to me now.” You snapped, bringing your hands down and crossing them.

“Technically that's five words.” He argued back. That only made you roll your eyes.

“I'm not saying it, you idiot.” You shook your head and closed your eyes.

“Fine- Then I'll just...” He pushed the box onto the top shelf, a shelf higher then it was before. You surged your eyes back open and took in a sharp breath.

“HEY HEY HEY!” You put your hands up as to say 'NONONO'. “We can talk about this-”

“What's the magic word?” He demanded. You breathed out through your mouth, daring the male with your eyes and shaking your head in frustration.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” You snarled. He nodded.

“Or you can give me a kiss. Either one is proper payment.” He shrugged.

“Or how about you just give me the damn box?”

“The price just went up. TWO kisses.”

“John- I'm hungry!”

“THREE!”

“WICK!”

“DO I HEAR FOUR?”

You groaned out into the open air, clearly flustered and frustrated. You jumped up and grab ahold onto his shirt, yanking him to you and giving him a kiss on the lips.

“THERE! Now give me the damn box...”

“Um...” He cleared his throat and blinked at you from your level. “Did you not hear me raise the price? The deal was four...”

“I'm...” You placed a kiss on his cheek, “Going to...” One more on his other cheek, “Spank...” One on his nose, “You...” And one final one on his lips.

“Thank you.” He straightened himself and handed you the box of crackers.

“When I put them away I'm putting them on the bottom shelf, so YOUcan bend over and break your abnormally tall back.”

#john wick #yandere john wick #yandere #keanu reeves #x reader #john wick x reader #john wick x you #short story #yandere x reader #x you

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babyayga · 2 years

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Can you do some yandere headcanons for Crowley from Supernatural? Thank you 🖤

Crowley

The king of hell himself? Well, let's just say he's not the most innocent person in the world.

Claiming you in front of all of his loyal subjects is a need when having him around. He's not one to be gentle either. Grabbing and pulling at your backside, tugging at your shirt, and daring you to say something about it. Though you knew better by now...

With you being human, and him being an obvious demon, it's not easy to have time to yourself. He's a busy man! Of course, he is, but that never stops him from going out of his way to bug you. He's the type of demon that likes simple things. Like keeping you on a chain next to his throne. It being tight, thick, and an almost burning sensation around your throat every time you moved... You learned rather quickly that it's best if you just sit out of view from him, inched back as far as possible from his throne. Though you knew your limits with it. If you got too far away, the chain would go red hot, singeing your throat as you scooched back over to his side.

“Now if we just behaved and stayed close to me, that wouldn't happen... Now would it?”

But some days you guessed he felt nicer than normal. So he would allow you off the chain, allowing you to roam freely...! In his room. Though, his room was rather large compared to your tiny space you slept in... At times he would allow you to sleep on a dog bed. Or others it was on the cold dirty floor. Neither of those options were pleasant.

You learned many different things in the time that you spent with him. How to, “BEHAVE” How to, “Sit pretty and don't move” and most importantly, “Stay quiet.”

There was once a time where he was panicked, something in his eyes telling you he was scared and worried... You didn't want to say anything to him, fear of getting that devil smirk of his. But when he did something that surprised you, you dared speak.

“Where are we going?” You said as he unlocked your chain. He snapped his fingers towards you, telling a servant near the door to pick you up. They came running over to you, picking you up bridal style and starting to follow Crowley out the throne room. He would take you out of the main room and towards a strange door... When you walked out of it, it was like you were teleported to the overworld.

When in the overworld, you sat in the servant's arms, watching as Crowley walked past you and towards a group of... Humans? No, one of those people isn't a human. Were they another demon? They didn't have the eyes, nor did they give you the off vibes that most demons do...

“Who's the chick?” A man around the same height as Crowley asked. He had what looked like dirty blonde hair, a leather jacket and was leaning on a black car.

“None of your business,” Crowley answered back. Crowley then turned to a taller, pale man. His hair a deep chocolate brown, and his eyes looking worryingly up at you... He seemed to be the only one who seemed to pay a true focus towards you.

“Do you have the dagger?” He asked. But then a different man chimed in.

“I'm not giving it to the likes of you, Crowley.” He was the weirdest out of all of them... He looked like he belonged in a high-end homeless shelter... if that was possible. Or like he just came out of a fight at work and got beat up. Either way, he looked strange.

It was a curious encounter with the three other... Things. The blonde didn't seem fully human. The brunette seemed too worried about you, and all the tie person seemed to do was argue.

When Crowley had gotten what he wanted, what looked like an odd steel dagger, he bid the men farewell and came back to you. He seemed much more frustrated and worried than normal... It was frightening, to say the least. You wanted to ask who those men were, and why some of them didn't seem human yet not a demon either. But with the way he took you and the servant out to an ugly, beaten-down motel... You knew better than to ask questions.

With how things turned out within the next three months, you never did learn who those men were. Let alone what they wanted with Crowley.

In fact, you barely learned anything within the next three months. You were left in the old, smelly, raggedy motel alone most of the time. You were given food and water, but other than that you were left alone half the time. If anything, it was a little relaxing to have the time to yourself. It beats the hell out of being chained to the floor all day unable to move.

You weren't really sure how things would turn out after everything calms down outside... But you weren't really in much of a hurry to find out, either. So for now, you'll sit and wait. You'll wait for Crowley to come back and maybe take you back to his throne room. Maybe then things would get more exciting. But for now, you'll wait.

#supernatural #yandere supernatural #spn #yandere #crowley spn #crowley #yandere x reader #yandere x you #x reader #headcannons #spn headcanon

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babyayga · 3 years

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I am very gay, can you please write headcanons for Belle and Alice falling in love with the same warewolve reader?

I am so gay for Bella... Holy shit I love that girl. That AND the reader is a werewolf??? You're speaking my language... I GOT A LITTLE TOO EXCITED WITH THIS AND BASICALLY WROTE A ENTIRE STORY PLOT LOL

Bella Swan & Alice Cullen w/ Werewolf S/O

Bella is newly changed. She has only been able to get used to being a vamp for about four months now. Her senses have increased to the max, so when she was first introduced to you by Jacob's pack... It... Was rather cut in dry.

She's not used to the indelible stench of wolves just yet, but she hung out with Jacob enough for it to not bother her a whole lot. She didn't know you right off the bat, but she had heard about you from Seth and Jacob quite a lot...

But when she first saw you... It changed her whole perspective. Her red eyes met yours, you were of course nervous and iffy on being next to a vampire. You had only heard about them in stories...

She was eager to get close to you. But you were not 100% sure on if you wanted to get close to her. She was the enemy, but you guessed that if the pack leader was so close to her, then she might be safe enough to be at least friends.

Bella isn't really one to show off, she thought that she needed you to be close to her, but also hidden from other people. She wanted to introduce you to Charlie, she was excited to have you as a friend... So much so she began to talk about you to the vamp family. And that's where...

Alice. Alice thought it was the stupidest thing that her best friend would want ANYTHING to do with... A WOLF? God, it disgusted her. She would laugh at her any chance she got. Bella was a little skeptical about showing you to the rest of the vamp fam. And even Alice wasn't the most sure.

Sure, she thought you were cute... Beautiful... But she had no idea what she saw in you. She knew you and Bella weren't together yet, and for some reason, it made her stomach turn whenever she thought about you and Bella being a thing...

Alice wasn't sure why, but no matter how hard she tried, she could never see you in her visions. Maybe it was because you were a wretched wolf, or that you may have had a future with Bella... But that never stopped her visions before. It intrigued her.

Even if she hated your smell, she knew that she needed to be friends with you for Bella's sake... Or, was that just herself wanting to be friends...?

Bella realized that Alice was talking to you more and more as the days went by... It was starting to worry her.

"(F/n)?" She would ask. "Will you be a girlfriend?" She asked in front of Alice, just to rub it in. You were... Taken aback by this times ten.

Alice had future vision, there's no doubting that. But even with the visions, she never would have guessed the next words that came out of her own mouth. "Say no."

The fight that broke out between the two was intense. And you were stuck in the middle of it! Bella grabbing your arm and pulled you to her side... Alice grabbing your hand and holding it in hers to pull you to her... It was awkward and uncomfortable to put it lightly.

Maybe it was the fact that you were so different from them or the fact that the rest of the family was watching! But you told them both a stern but shaky, "NO!"

It was from then on out that the... Almost violent tendencies started between the two and you.

You would no longer go in their house, but with Jacob being the pack leader, he didn't understand your discomfort and dragged you and every other wolf with him.

Bella tried every chance she got to take you out on hunting trips with her. Jacob didn't understand why you did want to go, so he forced you with her. "She needs the protection!" He would say.

Alice on the other hand would bake you and the pack treats, all of you more than happy to eat anything you could get your fingers on...

But this disliking towards the two females was starting to take a toll on you. Bella was the first to notice and with Bella's strange feelings... Alice would sense it, (If not see it) and would jump to the action with her competitor.

Maybe it was the way Bella was very aggressive with her forcing you to hold her hand... Or the way Alice wanted to slow dance with you in the middle of a forest? But you could tell that these two weren't going away any time soon...

#bella swan #alice cullen #bella swan x reader #alice cullen x reader #x reader #yandere #yandere twilight #twilight #twilight vampire #twilight werewolf #werewolf reader #yandere x reader #headcannons #twilight headcanon

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babyayga · 3 years

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Requests open (Again)

Disappeared for a couples months again lol, BUT I am back (ノ・◡・)ノ ♥

RULES/EXCEPTIONS

This is a yandere blog, so let’s keep it that way.

No underage, bestiality or racist related topics.

Violence is fine.

Don’t ask me to make the reader a specific race/color. Age, personality, mental state, height, sexuality are fine.

Platonic relationships are fine too.

Poly is fine.

No feet/pregnancy/scat/water works fetishes AND/OR kinks. No exceptions to this.

Please nothing that relates to children. Even if it’s related to a character having a child.

Nothing political.

HOW TO REQUEST

State what character.

Tell me if you want headcannons or a scenario. If you give a scenario, please give some sort of prompt.

If you can’t come up with a prompt but still want a request, give me the character and I’m sure I can come up with something. It’s not *needed* but it helps.

The regular prompts given will normally result in a short story (around 1000 words) but if you want something longer than you can always ask.

FANDOMS I WRITE FOR

My Hero Academia (Up to Season 3)

Twilight (Books included)

Venom

Friday The 13th, Halloween & Texas Chainsaw Massacre

John Wick

Super Natural

Most Marvel

Harry Potter

OverWatch

Beastars

The list above can always expand based on how much I’ll watch over the next month or two.

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babyayga · 3 years

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May I request either headcanons or a scenario (whichever you think fits best) where Angela Ziegler comes home angry from work and beats wife!reader to relieve stress?

I know this is a yan blog but I apologize if that crosses a line.

Thank you!

Pairing: Mercy/Angela Ziegler x Reader/You Word count: 1,990 Warnings: Beating, abusive relationship, blood, missing teeth, talks about cheating, drinking. Description: OH BOY This is... Oh god... I wrote this in one night and I had probably WAY too much fun with it KEK I really love writing like REALLY dark stuff because it's a really good vent for me. I've kinda had a rough week so being able to take it out on... You... Is fun! :D Summary: You're a cheating whore, admit it!

How late was it...? The clock was all blurred... It must have been after 2 in the morning, let alone it raining. I was starting to get worried. I had made dinner hours ago. She wasn't home yet. I don't like going to bed alone. I don't like not having her by my side... Her smells, her smile and warmth. She was my comfort and my rock. She was so much stronger than me, so it hurt to know that she wasn't safe. She was on a mission, has been for the past couple weeks. But when she called me yesterday, she told me she would be home today. She told me she would be home by 5 in the afternoon. So why is it... I sat up from the couch and looked to the digital clock. 1:30 in the morning and she isn't here yet?

I felt the need to call her. I wanted to call her. Maybe then she would tell me that she was running late. But then again, why didn't she call anyway and do that? I know she can get caught up with paper work and patients, but I still want her home. I miss her soft hands, her gentle touch on my face... I wanted to feel her lips on mine.

Maybe if I just texted her? Would that help? But I don't like feeling like I'm pressuring her into coming... Fuck it. I'm texting.

I rushed to turn on my phone, taking it off the table and switching on the on button, and glaring down at it. I went to the messages, opening up Angela's and running my fingers over the letters, and typing out a quick, “Honey I miss u when r u coming home???” I pressed send and exited out the keyboard. I waited. I stared. I saw the 'read' come over the text, then I saw the texting bubble pop up. I smiled.

“Went 2 bar wiff sum frens will b hom soon” Is what it read. I felt my smile instantly fad. She... Went to the bar with friends instead of coming home to me? And it was obvious that she was drunk... Am... Am I not worth coming to see after nearly an entire week of nothing but myself? I felt myself shrink into the couch behind me, folding my brows and looking down at the phone. I switched off the messages and turned it off, slowly setting it onto my lap and staring out onto the table.

It's fine. It'll be alright. Even though I wanted to spend the night with my lover and have a nice relaxing dinner... If she needed to do something to help relieve stress on her terms, then that's fine too. I'm patient, I can wait for her to come to me when she's ready... You know, she probably saw some traumatic stuff on her mission. She probably needs to talk to her friends and vent it out with alcohol. It's alright.

I got up from the couch, setting my phone down on the coffee table and turning to the kitchen and dining room. I looked over and saw the plates of food on the dining table... I felt myself shrink again... I wasn't really sure how I was going to explain to her that I wanted to have dinner with her. It might hurt her. I hope it wouldn't, but I also wanted her to know that I took the time to prepare some rather expensive steaks. They would be going to waste, and I felt shitty for having to throw them away.

I sluggishly moped over to the dining room, picking up either plates of cold food, and went to the kitchen. I lifted the garbage lid and dumped them into the trash, feeling a sense of sadness in my chest grow as I went to the sink and put them in there. I wanted this house to be clean by time she got here, so I had swept, mopped, scrubbed the tables and kitchen... Hell, I even cleaned the fridge! And I only do that once every blue moon. I was definitely a typical housewife. But that was fine on both mine and Angela's terms. I didn't like working, only when I had to. But Angela loved it. She just liked helping people.

The differences between me and my wife were exceptionally large. I was much shorter than her, she was much stronger than me, and if you asked me... Way better looking too... She always gets men asking her out, and I'm lucky if I get even a second glance from any man OR woman. I wasn't really one to be thought of as a prize like Angela talks about me. Angela loves me, I know she does... So this little bar visit is very unlike her. I don't expect her to be by my side at all given times, of course... But it's just unlike her to stay her distance from me. We have always been consistent on our dates, always close emotionally and physically. So for her to just throw me to the side without something as simple as a text...

Maybe I'm overreacting. Maybe she just needs time away from me... I'm not sure. But I feel uncomfortable, self-conscious... I just want her home. I want to sleep with her and cuddle all night.

I was in the middle of washing the two plates, getting ready to dry them and put them away when I heard the front door open. I jumped at the sound, shaking myself out of my thoughts and turning my head towards the person. I felt my heart pick up as I saw Angela come through the door, I quickly put the plate down and went to the edge of the kitchen, staring intently and waiting for her to notice me. She turned around, a glare in her eyes as she snarled her top lip at someone.

“I hope you rot in hell, stupid bitch. If you ever message me again then you'll get a mouth of led. Get the fuck out of here before I undo those stitches on your stomach.” She slammed the door, taking in a deep breath, closed her eyes, and turned around. My mouth was agape, shocked by what I had just heard.

“Honey?” I asked lowly, making her jump and surge her eyes open.

“Fuck, (F/n).” She cursed, her expression still angered, livid but slightly frightened.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.” I giggled, feeling a little silly but also nervous that she's angry.

“I thought you would be in bed.” She said, starting to take off her coat. She slowly brought it to the hook on the wall, hanging it there and turning to me, still having that disgusted look on her face.

“I wanted to wait for you. I thought you were going to be here sooner, so I waited...”

“Don't start complaining...” She groaned, making my heart flinch.

“I'm sorry?” I brought my hands around and fidgeted, watching her closely as she went to the kitchen and looked around.

“No dinner?” She snarled.

“Oh- I just dumped it- It was cold and soggy.” I explained. She shook her head in frustration.

“You should have told me you weren't making anything. I would have gone out and ate by myself.” She looked away from me and towards the fridge, pulling on the handle and opening it.

“I-...” I stuttered, “I did make something. You just-” I cleared my throat. “You didn't come home when you told me you were, so I tried waiting-”

“Are you going to keep bringing it up?!” She shouted. I flinched at her harshness, making my brows fold.

“Honey is something wrong?” I walked over to her and slowly put a hand on her shoulder, trying to comfort her. The instant I did though, she turned to me and sucker punched my nose. I whimpered, flying back and tripping over my footing. My back end hit the tiled floor. My back cracked as it hit, both hands flung to my face in pain. I blinked up to her, my eyes filling with tears as it clouded my sight.

“A-Angela!” I cried, now completely terrified.

“Do you have any idea what I've gone through for the past year?! Having to deal with work, having to deal with patients, and constant whining from every person around me?! And then when I finally decide to come home, to relax and see my stupid, IDIOT wife... I learn from a friend that you're CHEATING on me?!” I could see the rage in her eyes, and I bet she could see the fear in mine.

“Wh-What?!” My voice cracked. “I have no idea what you're talking about!” I was being honest.

“Don't lie to me, you dumb whore.” She shook her head. “All you do is lie!”

I blinked up at her then put my elbows behind me to get up. I pushed myself off the ground, looking at her with blood running down my mouth, forcing me to taste tangy copper.

“Angela, please. You know I wouldn't ever do that! Where is this even coming from?!” I pleaded, but she just glared daggers at me, hands balled up into fists and shaking with spite.

“You're lying, I know you are.”

“Honey, I think you're drunk. Maybe you should lay down-” She grabbed my shirt, yanking me to her and towards the fridge. She slammed me into the hard metal, banging my head against it and sending my ears ringing.

“Admit you're a cheating whore!” She screamed at me, leaving my ears no time to cool down as I blinked harshly at her tone. I held her fists in my hands, trying to pry them off of me in fear that she will punch me again. And when she didn't get an answer out of me, she did just that. She bundled up her right fist, plunging it at me and forcing my head to smack into the metal behind me.

“Angela! Please!” She hit me again, making me cry out in pain and attempt to get out of her grip. I knew she was a trained professional.

“Shut up or admit it!” She yanked me towards the ground. I reached my hands up to catch myself on the floor, looking up to her but I saw her boot come straight at my face. She kicked me in the mouth, I flung back and landed on my back. I opened my jaw to catch my breath, immediately coughing on a tooth that flew into my throat. I rolled over on my stomach again, puking up blood and the tooth.

“Angela- P-Please!” I begged. She pushed my shoulder, forcing me on my back as she pinned me there with her boot.

“Admit it, dammit!” I stared up at her, my right eye quickly becoming swallow. My throat was starting to soak with blood, making me cough and gag at the taste.

“I'm not-” I gagged, “Going to admit-” I coughed, “To something I didn't do!” She obviously didn't like that answer as she took her boot off my shoulder and swung it at my stomach. I whimpered, feeling the pain shoot through my entire body as I tried to roll over on my knees. She kicked me again, I kept crying, wanting to get away. She grabbed my shoulders, jerking me onto my back. She climbed on top of me, now making my eyes widen and tears flow down like a water fall as I saw her pointing her pistol at my face.

“PLEASE! PLEASE NO!” I shouted, my voice gurgling.

“Shut-” She brought the gun around and hit the side of my head with it. I saw my sight go white, but she did it again. And just like that...

At least I lived to see that she was gone the next morning...

#ow #overwatch #doctor ziegler #angela ziegler #mercy ow #mercy #yandere #xreader #x reader #reader #reader insert #yandere x reader #obsessive #posessive #short story

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babyayga · 3 years

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can you do junkrat headcanons please. male or neutral s/o preferred <3

Jamsion Fawkes/JunkRat

Let's be honest... He's not the most intellectual person in the world. But when it comes to making stuff, or more specifically, building stuff... He's a master mind.

You've kinda been stuck at his place for a while now. Kinda sorta strapped to the wall with duct tape and wires around your arms linked to a bomb... But that's just to put it lightly.

Long story short, you were taken hostage in a robbery by Junk and Hog. And they took you to their hideout as a way to make sure no one went looking for them. They promised they would let you go! But... it's been almost 3 months now... And... You're still stuck to this damn wall.

Everyone knows Jamison isn't one to stop talking. So he would constantly talk about how you were "Sumfin special, a good builda' with the brains to know what a good bomb looks like." The only reason he says that is because you grew up with weridos similar to him. Freaks who like to build stuff like explosives and nukes. You actually were going to get recruited by the Queen herself, but you guessed that's why Jamison took you.

Him and Hog couldn't just let someone close to the Queen just leave, right?

Or was it really something like that... A simple relationship with the Queen requires you to be strapped to a wall with no wiggle room with the looming thought of death via explosion?

No, this freak of nature that is Jamison Fawkes has to be deeper than just some stupid feud.

But of course, with time comes all truths.

As stated earlier, Jamison isn't one to stay silent for long. So when the time came, you could tell just by his expression that he has something on his mind.

He came to you, you, of course, unable to move... He talked to you about how you were never going to leave. He talked about how Mako wouldn't know, and if it meant moving you to a different location then so be it.

“Can't be havin' somethin' like you be disappearing on me, now can we mate?"

He would turn out to be someone rather... Loving isn't the right word, but something similar to that.

He at some point unstrapped you from the wall, not letting Mako know of course.

But he didn't let you go just yet. He sat you down with the bombs still latched onto your arms. He built more of them on your back. You could tell that he was rather excited by it. After a bit of examination by him, he deemed you worthy enough to...! Roam around the shack.

You would start to realize that this little thing he had for you was something more than just a simple crush... How weird, if you could say the least.

He would do little things like play with your hair, or give you a very slobbery kiss on the cheek. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but it did get a crack outta you from time to time.

He at one point brought you flowers... Saying, “I know ya' ain't suppose to bring a bloke sum flowa's, but I thought they might make ya' happy.” It was somewhat flattering...

You were honestly too scared to try and escape, and it's not like Jamison was treating you badly...! He just... Wouldn't take this stupid bomb off your neck and back...

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babyayga · 3 years

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Can you write for Levi? Possibly headcannons?

Levi Ackerman

Levi isn't the best at showing his emotions. It's not that he's shy, or that he's uncomfortable show emotion... He just doesn't feel necessary to do so.

The first time he showed genuine emotion towards you was... Strange? He was very blunt with how he felt. Probably a little too blunt.

“I will protect you. You will not die on my watch. You will be on my squad so I can protect you. Stay by my side. The choice is no longer yours.”

Was that emotion or was that a demandment...?

So when this first happened, you took it as an order. You did as told and stayed close to him.

But as time went on, it got stranger and stranger.

“Stay at HQ, you can't go on this mission.”

Simple, right?

“Stay within the walls. You're not safe anymore.”

A little odd, but you still listened.

“Stay at home, I don't trust you to not get yourself hurt.”

It got worse...

“Don't talk to anyone, you're not allowed to.”

Worse...

“Stay in your room, people can't be trusted.”

Even worse...

“Stay in bed, you're a danger to yourself.”

And somehow even worse...

“If you leave your bed, you're disobeying a direct order. I'm going to stay here with you to make sure you don't do anything stupid.”

So there you were, stuck in bed with your squad captain watching your every move.

You weren't sure if you were obeying his lawful orders or his own personal orders. But as time went on, it would get more obvious.

He would bring you food, but for some reason? He wouldn't allow you to eat by yourself. He would sit at the end of the bed and watch you eat. It at first seemed nice, but it soon became an every meal occurrence.

You had never seen him as anything other than your squad leader. You had never wanted to see him as anything else at least. But the moment he helped you bathe, you knew something was up.

You were perfectly capable of doing all these things by yourself, so why was he acting this way?

Perhaps... It was something deeper.

He would start to sleep in the same bed as you.

And it was then that you realized... These orders weren't lawful. They were personal.

Did you dare to ask him why he was doing this? Or was it easier to just tell someone else about it? Ask his higher-ups about it and get advice. But that would be little to impossible with him watching you all the time. So perhaps you should confront him yourself. And that's exactly what you did.

“Captain?” You would ask. He would hum in response. “Why are you keeping me here?” Your voice was soft yet strong. He blinked up to you, not responding. “You are keeping me here, supposedly against my will. I have not tried to leave, but I fear what might happen if I do. I have no problem obeying your orders, captain... But why are you keeping me here in the first place?”

He would go silent. He would stare at you, his glaring eyes piercing into your own as you felt your bravery start to waver.

“Because I need you by my side.”

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