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animeyanderelover · 20 days

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You meant BB as in Black Butler, right?

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional mindset, paranoia, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, guilt-tripping, abduction, death

Tags: @lovley-valentine7 @leveyani @chxxz

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Prompt 91

Eyes of deep amethyst narrowed for a split second when she saw the ropes tied around your hands and the rough hand on your biceps which pulled you forcefully closer to the house from which you had just tried to escape from. The look of unbridled hatred which she held for humans, one that could have perhaps been used to convince the policeman that she was the one who was insane.

Unfortunately you were the only one who saw this flashing expression on her face as you were already familiar with the witch behind the mask. Anyone else couldn't have been anything but fooled as large doe eyes shimmered with tears as she quickly rushed to meet you. No trace of the previous hatred was visible on her face, her expression as soft and shy as her demeanor as she took your hands gently.

"(y/n)... Oh, I was so worried about you! What if you would have gotten hurt out there?" The tears in her eyes were true, you knew that much as you saw the salty water gathering in her eyes out of gratitude that you were unharmed and fine. The sweet smile she gave the officer who had brought you back though wasn't but you were the only one who knew that and after everything that had just happened, you felt far too discouraged to argue with the ignorant and easily fooled man once again. You would only waste your breath on him.

"I cannot express how grateful I am to you, officer." she stated as she clasped her soft hands together and looked with large eyes at the older man before bowing her head to feint thankfulness.

Far too easily was the officer swayed by her beauty and submissive charm as you could see the hint of a pink blush appearing on his face as he was yet another one to be deceived by Angela.

"I only did my job, Miss Blanc. If any problems should arise, do not hesitate to inform me."

You had the urge to roll your eyes when you saw how he straightened his back and puffed his chest ever so slightly out in a pitiful attempt to appear bigger to impress the gorgeous woman in front of him. Perhaps you hadn't been able to hide your clear annoyance completely though as you received a quick glare from him when he caught your gaze on him that was clearly patronising him.

He turned his body to your direction, giving you what you assumed was meant to be a stern glare in an attempt to chastise you.

"I do hope that you will not attempt anything reckless anytime soon again, (l/n). You worried Miss Blanc to no end because of your immature actions. Please consider her feelings too if you should try to do it again."

You could only silently clench your jaw as you had to silently endure his words as you knew very well that talking back wouldn't be a good decision right now.

That guy didn't know shit about the world yet he was pretentious enough to believe that he had any right to lecture you about your feeble escape attempt. Blessed were the idiots indeed who didn't have to worry about all what lied beyond the perception of humanity.

There were a lot of things you would have loved to say to him as he finally decided to depict himself as benevolent enough to untie the rope from your wrists. You noticed how Angela took a subtle step closer, her eyes observing your skin for any injuries that would then be the sole responsibility of that officer.

He remained as unaware as ever though as he courtly lifted his head for her before he returned to the carriage with which he had come. You could feel delicate hands on your back, ushering you back inside all whilst the deceiving smile stayed on her lips as she bid goodbye to the officer who was looking at you two through the carriage.

It was only after she had escorted you safely back inside and had locked the door that her face finally morphed and reflected her true feelings. Wrinkles appeared on her normally smooth skin as her face twisted into one of pure revulsion and you were within earshot to hear how she started muttering fanaticallly to herself how she would have to get rid of another insect.

You deemed it to be wisest to let her be as long as she was like this yet your yearned solitude was short-lived as her eyes found yours and the disgust was partially replaced by worry as she grasped your hands in her own, inspecting your wrists closely now.

"How dare he to tie a dirty rope around your wrists like you are some livestock!" she ranted angrily as she pushed you with the palms of her hands onto the armchair, the gentleness of her touch a sharp contrast to her harsh and infuriated voice.

You could hear her seething even as she shortly disappeared from your sight only to appear with a bowl of cold water and a towel. When she grabbed your wrist to clean you from whatever stench she thought was on your skin right now due to the rope, you actually rejected her as you pulled your arm away from her.

Amethyst eyes gave you an incredulous look before she hid it behind a composed and sweet mask, her soft voice jarring to listen to as she suddenly treated you like one would a scared baby deer.

"Oh, I know that you must have been so scared all alone out there. I'm forever sorry that I couldn't search for you personally, I should have chosen you over my other task. You do not have to be scared anymore though, I'm here right now."

It struck all the wrong cords within you to hear those words from her as you knew too well and that made you hate her and the entire situation even more.

"And just what makes you think that you know me best?!" you hissed at her, clearly pissed about constantly being asked to sit down and let her do everything just because of her misguided assumption that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

Many other people would have fallen for the shocked and hurt look appearing on her face when she heard your words, for the tiny gasp escaping her soft lips as you targeted her with your cruel words.

"I only ever desire the best for you! I have always protected you and guided you from the very moment I laid my eyes on you!"

A tender touch graced your face as her hands cupped your cheeks, her eyes a mirror to her inner turmoil. Your words always shook her yet she would always excuse it for you were pure deep down, an attribute that made you worthy of safety and protection. She knew that you weren't the one speaking those harsh words and showcasing such bad manners. You were merely copying what you had been exposed too.

"Have I not freed you from the chains of that unworthy and sinful man? Have I not done everything in my power to erase the lingering traces he has left in your mind and heart?"

You visibly recoiled when she asked you this, although not necessarily because of the question but more because of the memories it brought back.

Your father had been a terrible man even before your mother had passed away but after her death you had been the sole victim to his indifference and drunken aggressiveness. His only saving grace had been his wealth or otherwise he would have been thrown into jail a long time ago.

He was a shadow from the past now though as Angela had freed you from his torment, his body missing even months after his disappearance. Still, you found yourself having a hard time letting his memories go as it had been the only familiarity in your life for many years. Silently, without letting Angela know, sometimes you even wished him to be still here as his indifference and aggressive behavior had all been aspects you had learned to handle.

"Your pure heart is truly admirable. You still seem to believe that other people outside are better than he will be. Believe me, they aren't. People are self-centered and egotistic."

You didn't know how to handle Angela though. Your father had been a terrible human but ultimately he had been nothing more. Only a silly, mortal human whose liver would have eventually given up on him.

“They are going to hurt you. They are going to leave you, mock you, betray you, abandon you. But not me. I’ll be here for you. I’ll worship you, love you and protect you from the world. Just you and me. Forever.”

#yandere black butler #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere angela #yandere angela blanc #yandere x you #black butler x you

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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Can I request general yan concept for Angela from lobotomy corporation? Love your works alot <3

Watched a summary, damn this game is fucked up.

I'll see what I can do! Tumblr app crashed for most of the draft so that was fun. May be short as I am still upset the original draft got bombed. Hope I still got my ideas across!

Here's the brief summary for Lobotomy Corporation I watched to make this fic happen.

(I know, may not be the most accurate but I was not watching a five hour lore video rn, lol)

Spoilers for Lobotomy Corporation.

Yandere! Angela Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Deception, Manipulation, Murder mentioned, Graphic descriptions, Implied isolation, Death, Obsession, Slight possessive behavior, Forced partnership.

From what I know, Lobotomy Corporation is an SCP-like management game and Angela is your assistant, or more specifically, an assistant to 'X'.

The outside world is garbage.

Inside the corporation is garbage.

And Angela is a clone of 'A/X''s dead partner or something.

Which is... fun.

Based on what I've seen with Angela, she'd be Deceptive, Manipulative, Controlling, and Obsessive.

She's been neglected by her creator and as a result has become unstable.

Angela controls most of the facility here and has a lot of power.

Angela, due to being a copy of Carmen's brain, was created to be the perfect assistant.

She expresses human emotion and claims she's the perfect partner.

She'd probably obsess over someone connected to 'X' or an unlucky employee.

Angela is dangerous due to how much power and how deceptive she is.

She acts so happy to work... like she cares for everyone in the corporation.

She doesn't. She feigns a lot of what she feels.

The only things she cares about is results and you.

She doesn't care who gets hurt in the process.

Be it those around you... or you yourself.

If you die there's always alternative ways to fix it.

She'll keep you here if she wants you here.

Angela would lie and manipulate you to keep you close to her.

Due to all the power she has you think to trust her.

She'll keep you safe.

Which... yes she will, at the cost of others.

Angela doesn't care who dies during her obsession.

They're all expendable.

She doesn't care about murder, violence, or imprisonment.

She'll have you right where she wants you.

Her obsession seems caring at first.

If you're an employee she wants you to not be near the abnormalities.

She wants to hear all about your day even if her questions seem prying.

It's like she's conducting research on you.

Angela remembers everything, so she dedicates a lot of her memory to results and you.

Although, while it all seems very caring, Angela isn't very considerate of your rights.

If you don't like her attempted affections towards you, that's unfortunate.

Angela refuses to have you neglected like her creator did her.

She promises to care for and utilize you the best she can.

Even if you die to her obsession... she refuses to see you go.

She'll bring you back, harvesting your brain just like the Sephirah.

She'll give you a second chance... a new life as an A.I.

With memories suppressed, she'll make you only know her.

As a human or A.I. she promises you'll be cared for.

She'll tell you she wants the best for you and her.

You just need to trust her.

Under Angela in this corporation, your life is no longer yours.

You will be controlled one way or another.

She either dictates every move of yours as a human or an A.I.

Angela wants results...

She feels she'll get the best results alongside you instead of 'X'.

#yandere lobotomy corporation #yandere angela

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three-maddys-in-a-trenchcoat · 22 days

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i love how a bunch of gross misogynists and pickmes came up with the terms メンヘラ (menhera, mentally unstable), 地雷女 (jirai onna, lit. landmine woman, as in dating them is like stepping on a landmine due to mental health issues), and 量産型 (ryousan-gata, lit. mass produced, basically cookie cutter) to demean women who dress and behave a certain way, and then all these women were like "oh, so if i dress like this you'll leave me alone? cool" and a bunch of other people went "oh, you don't like mentally unwell women who dress in cute clothes? skill issue lol" and now you can't walk 10m without bumping into a woman with one of these fashion styles.

idk, it just warms my heart.

(and as a lesbian in japan who both is one of these women and is also attracted to them, i'm eatin goooooooooooood)

#inspired by a convo with yandere-angela

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2smolbeans · 8 days

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Hi there long time lurker first time asker, before everything else I just think you are a fantastic writer like you do the horror elements really. I genuinely feel suffocated some times reading your work.

Yesterday I realized 'Yandere best friend x obstacle reader' is my Roman Empire and I was just thinking about you explaining how Marco is a giant and defeating him is almost impossible but that what you are not understanding about, I don't have to win we can both lose. When I kill Marco and lay dying in a puddle of my own blood, I'd atleast be able to look at Angela with a shred of dignity on the other side.

Also I need to know did Marco poison Mila against us?

Can I be squid annon?

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AKDKWJSISIQAAAA?!?!? Thank you so much?!?!?! That means a lot!?!? 😭💖

Im happy to know that you enjoy my writing and that it can convey a certain emotion haha!

And yes ofc you can be squid anon lolol ^^

Okay now that you mentioned Marco (one of my fav ocs), my neurons are activated and I'm gonna happily go on a long ramble ^^

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Marco surprisingly didn't plot Mila against you! If anything, he only encouraged her habits of being anti social!

With you and Mila, you two were never really close in that friend group during your college years. You would only talk to each other when there were others like Angela or Matheias to hype up the conversations. Otherwise, when it was just the two of you alone, you just never clicked with each other. Conversations with Mila never seemed to go anywhere, and hangouts with you didn't feel as fun as it did with the others.

Now don't get me wrong, the two of you didn't hate each other! You were just awkward together..

So Marco didn't really have to do much with what the two of you already had (which was nothing). So really, all he had was not mention your name to Mila, and that was it! Mila simply just forgot about you ever since she moved on from the friend group.

Now, will he try to poison your relationship in the present? (The present being that the two of you are kept hostage in his apartment.) Probably, but not intentionally. He will play favorites which will cause the both of you to feel a discomfort towards each other. (Either due to stockholm syndrome or just a general disgust of "The way they are together is gross").

And yeah..Regarding fist fighting Marco and dying in the process, you would die a idolized warrior in the eyes of his previous victims- hell you'd be given a medal for being able to sucessfully take him down by the them! Unlike poor Angela..

Like everyone who's crossed Marco's path has been defamed, at the brink of death- fighting for their life as he inflicts the most gruesome beatings to their body- giving them a dramatic death as the cops have to fight the urge to gag when they see the aftermath..And Angela just dies by a bootleg foreign brand convience store snickers bar.

(I'm not joking, this is canonically how she dies in the og timeline and obstacle au)

He was literally like, "Nah she's not worth the effort." Got the bar from his local shady convience store, knowing full well that it had some form of peanuts and that the text on the wrapper was in a another language (she wouldn't know what was in the bar at the moment or bother checking at the moment since why would Marco give her something with peanuts, right?) while making sure to take her Epi-pen away, then geniuely forgot about it the next day.

LIKE THE DISRESPECT HE HAD FOR HER 😭

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yandere-collections · 1 year

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First Time Meeting Angela Scenario (Bookworm!Reader)

Man, this is such bullshit, Angela thought. She glanced around the library trying to figure out where she could even begin to look.

“I don’t even need this class, it’s just some stupid gen ed credit,” she muttered to herself. She glanced around to make sure no one “English Lit is such bullshit.”

She scowled down at her phone, trying her best to search the library’s online catalog for a suitable pair of books for her class project. Yep. It was only the first week of classes and already her professor assigned the entire class a semester long project worth over half her grade. You know, the kind of assignment almost everyone puts off doing until they have to make a mad scramble the week(end) before, or maybe even the night before for the true unlucky procrastinators. But Angela figured she would be responsible for the first week of classes when everything was easy and she would at least find the two books she could at least try to read.

What proved even more annoying was that she didn’t even get to choose her own genre. Instead, the professor had passed around a hat with scraps of paper in it that all had a different kind of book written on it. So too bad if you decided to skip the first day or join class later in the week. At least she got “dystopia”, something she at least sort of recognized (she had at least seen The Hunger Games movies). Some unlucky guy had gotten “western boddice rippers”. The assignment was to compare one classic (read: old) novel of the genre and one contemporary. She didn’t know why they couldn’t just pick their own genres so they could at least get books they actually wanted to read.

But then, the professor just had to throw another spanner in the works. Not only did they assign a project, it was a presentation. A group presentation. So she had to coordinate with the other students who also drew dystopia from the hat and then they would also have to compare your two books with their books. And yeah, if you think eight books is a lot to fit into a class presentation, you would be right. Each student would have to give a mini presentation halfway through the semester in a video submitted online about their two books to the professor and their group members.

She glared at the group chat her three classmates had made. One of them, Xavier, already claimed two books, both of which Angela didn’t recognize either of the titles or the authors. She sighed and glanced up at the entry way, contemplating whether or not she should just leave. She was only in the lobby anyhow, it’s not like very many people had seen her yet. The only other person in view was you, who had just entered. You stopped at the display in the middle of the room, browsing through the librarian’s choices of the week.

You ultimately left without taking one off the podium and walked over to the drop off bin. She noticed the large tote bag by your side with a rectangular imprint. You pull out a stack of books, depositing them one by one in the slot. She subtly counted five books and two dvds. Walking past her, you made brief eye contact, both of you scanning the other. Cute, was her first thought. Deep down she had always had a little bit of a thing for nerdy types.

You walked past and Angela had to catch her breath. 1, 2, 3,4, she counted just like when she did breathing exercises before a game. She waited a few more beats and then turned the corner to follow you. She crept through the stacks behind you, staying just out of your line of sight. You seemed to care more about the book instead of your surroundings. Your fingers stroked to book spines, causing Angela to shiver as she imagined her spine in their place. Sure, maybe not her proudest moment but she couldn’t help herself. Besides, the way you moved with such confidence was so enticing; you were clearly comfortable in this place, your domain. She wondered whether your demeanor would transfer over outside the library or if you needed someone (her) to take control.

But she was getting ahead of herself. First she needed to approach you, get you talking. She waited until you ended up at the back corner, unoccupied and dimly lit. She cleared her throat behind you, waiting for you to face her. You turned, taking a step back at her closeness your back hitting the shelf behind you and clutched your stack of books to your chest. She was quite a tall woman, over six feet at least (she’s 6’3”/190 cm).

“Can I… help you?”

Her smile remained frozen on her face, hiding the fact her heart was beating over time. What was she doing? Swallowing her nerves was tough but she needed help. And if she got said help from a cutie like you, all the better. Now all she needed was to be able to talk to you and not look like a complete idiot.

“I hope so. You read a lot, yeah?”

Your brow furrowed. “...Yes? I come here fairly regularly.”

“Good! Good. Well, I… don’t.” She cringed as you raised an eyebrow at her. “And I kind of need some help finding books for a class project.” She hoped she wasn’t imagining you looking more relaxed at that. Maybe she could make a connection with you over this.

“And you want me to help?”

Her eyes lit up. “Really? Hell yeah, let’s go!”

Your lips turned up at her enthusiasm, giving an awkward yet still genuine smile. You beckoned her to follow and lead her back into a private corner of the library. It contained a cozy little reading nook tucked away behind a wall out of sight from the other patrons. There were a few oversized leather chairs and couches, each with a side table with its own lamp and two large coffee tables. The best part was that it was entirely empty, giving you two complete privacy. You lead her to one of the couches

She made sure to sit next to you on the couch, close enough for you to smell her perfume. Slinging an arm across behind your shoulders, close enough that leaning back would cause you two to touch. You didn’t seem to notice, chatting about the books you recommended.

“Of course, if you’re looking for classic dystopia then I highly recommend 1984. It’s one of my favorites. The themes of conformity and surveillance which are later reinforced through the ending is heartbreaking after everything Winston goes through. But you could also read Brave New World. It has some similar themes like government control.”

She flashed a smile at you, glad to have an opening. “Oh yeah, someone in my group already said they were going to read that.”

“So you can’t choose that one then… And you said you’ve read Hunger Games? That’s a good choice.”

“Does watching the movie count?” she laughed.

You breathed out a chuckle, stopping her heart once again. “I mean, it’s basically the same story but I don’t know if your professor would let you get away with that.”

It took a second for her brain to restart. Never mind hookups, never mind dating, she was going to become your wife. So precious, she would do anything keep you by her side.

“So,” she said, slapping her knee and standing up. “1984 and Hunger Games. You wanna help a girl out?”

“Sure. They’re fairly common books so they should at least have a copy available. Otherwise, you can put them on hold or go somewhere else. Let’s go look them up on the catalog.”

You lead her to the pair of computers by the checkout desk. Angela trailed behind you, making sure to use that time to drink in your appearance, appreciative of the view. You leaned over, typing into the search bar. She left you too it and pulled out her phone, shooting a text off to her group members about her choices while you located the books for her. You seemed to understand what the numbers assigned to each went and walked off, not even checking to see if she was following. Within five minutes, she had both in hand and you showed her how to use her school ID to check them out, checking yours out at the same time.

She walked you to the entrance, blushing as she tried to steel herself once more for the question she had to ask you.

“Could I get your number? We could talk more about books if you wanted. I’ll probably need some help understanding them anyways.”

You tilted your head at her, eyes soft. “I think you’d be fine. But sure, why not?”

“Great! Let’s trade phones!”

You each put your number into the other’s phone. After, she watched you walk away, phone clutched to her chest as if the warmth from your fingers would transfer over from the device. First step completed. Now that she had your number she was on her way to making you fall in love. Next was to find a way to see you more often without relying on chance. She looked forward to the long night of stalking your socials ahead of her.

#yes i made you like 1984 because i think that book is a fuckin banger #also i wrote over 1500 words!!!!#proud of myself #may make list of spicy fantasies for angela later #i’ll also make a first meeting with sabine later on #yandere jock x reader #yandere jock #female yandere #my oc angela #yandere oc x reader #female jock #yandere scenario #gender neutral reader #yandere x reader #my writing

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clownboymcchucklefuck · 6 months

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did you ever get the screenshots of Simon's route when you choose "....."?

Oh, yes! Thanks to my friend and a fellow Colored Gaze theorist @mysticnebula, I also had the screenshots in the one big Simon post that had like 1k words but its a bit near the ending of it!

#Nah seriously Angela saved my life with that video she sent me got send her some love 😭#We do most of our theorizing in the dms but she's really smart and has helped me with my own posts alot!#Mutuals 🥗#Simon 🌵#yandere vn #yandere visual novel #yandere #male yandere #visual novel #coloredgaze #clrdgazevn #colored gaze #coloredgazevn #yandere male

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lovesickletters · 11 months

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𝒪𝒽 𝒮ℴ ℒℴ𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓎~💕

Angela (OC) x Fem!Reader | （𝒩𝒮ℱ𝒲， 𝒹𝓊𝒷𝒸ℴ𝓃，𝒹𝓇𝓊ℊℊ𝒾𝓃ℊ，ℯ𝒹ℊ𝒾𝓃ℊ，𝒷ℯℊℊ𝒾𝓃ℊ, 𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽， 𝓉ℴ𝓅!𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉ℯ𝓇, 𝒷ℴ𝓉𝓉ℴ𝓂!𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹ℯ𝓇）

Part 1 💜

The sweet scent of lavender fogged your mind as you took a sip of the cloudy tea. It was delicate, but strong. Leaving a subtle taste you couldn’t quite name lingering on your tastebuds. Angela hummed approvingly, crossing her legs as she leaned forward, resting her elbow on the coffee table and drumming her nails against her cheek while looking at you in expectant curiosity.

“Well? How does it taste, sweetness?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but found it difficult to talk around the suddenly leaden weight of your tongue in your mouth. You felt biting panic arise in your chest, fluttering like an anxious butterfly fighting to be free of a net, but it was quickly subdued by a creeping blanket of calm falling over you, dulling your senses. The cup once shakily clutched in your hands fell out of your grasp and to the floor with a dull *thud*, that was just as easily dismissed by Angela as she pressed the back of her hand to her mouth, stifling a teasing chuckle.

“Tongue-tied are we? Not to worry dearest, I’ll take good care of you~” Carefully rising from her seat, she stepped around the table, picking her way over the tea-stained carpet before tenderly placing two pale hands against your cheeks, pulling your dizzy expression into a gentle, unyielding embrace. “Tsk tsk, it seems you’ve gone a bit dumbstruck. What am I supposed to do with you now?” Fingers glided their way across your cheeks, down your neck, and stopped to rest at the top buttons of your shirt. You attempted to move away out of reflex, only to find it was a struggle even staying upright. Your movements were sluggish and unbalanced, much to your newfound horror. Pulling you closer by your shirt collar Angela held your face still with one hand, smushing your cheeks uncomfortably in the process as her other hand moved deftly to undo your shirt buttons.

“You won’t mind if I make myself more comfortable, hm~?” She looked at you for an answer, almost mockingly. It was a struggle to move your lips in any way that made sense to your short-circuiting brain;

“mmm… d-don’t- don’t…” “You don’t mind then~? How considerate of you, sweetness.” Without waiting for your thoughts to catch up with your words she pushed you back against the backing of the plush chair, straddling herself on the newly arranged room on your lap. “Isn’t this better, sweetness? So much more comfortable.” Without hesitation she resumed her task of unbuttoning your shirt, quickly tugging it off halfway once she reached the bottom as your arms lay helplessly by your sides.

“Oh, my…” Seemingly lost for words, she reached forward to trace her fingers over your bare skin, sending a shiver down your spine as she slipped her hand beneath your bra to play with the plush softness beneath. Unable to hold herself back, she pounced forward, pressing kisses on every inch of exposed skin that evolved into nips and nibbles as time went on. Her hands explored your torso, pressing her nails into your skin and causing scratches that were sure to leave a mark. A gasp exited your lips as she sucked on one of these particularly nasty bites, staining it blue and purple to match the black splotches left by her lipstick across your upper body. Moving up to your jaw, you couldn’t help the further fluttering breaths and mewls you gasped as she peppered kisses and hickeys across your neck. Letting out a loud yelp as she smirked up at you, hand still poised in a pinching motion over your nipple. “God, I could listen to those fucking noises all day, darling. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” Subconsciously, you could hear a small voice in the back of your head trying to puzzle together how that could be so when you had just met recently, but it was quickly silenced by your own growing moans as she suckled on your lower lip, only doing so much in the way of shutting you up when she pulled you in for a breathless kiss.

It was only when you started to feel yourself slipping that she pulled away, allowing the colour to drain back into your vision as you gasped for air. Intoxicated lust clouded her gaze, finally allowing you a glimpse of the lovesick adoration she held in her gaze. A sharp yank on your scalp distracted you from your thoughts, her delicate fingers entangled in your hair unnoticeable until this moment.

“Don’t black out on me now dear, the fun is just beginning.” You followed her gaze down, where you finally noticed a flash of hot pink peeking out from beneath her skirt.

“Wait- please… W-Won’t fit-“ Your voice came out as a pleading whine, the begging look in your eyes doing nothing to deter the lustfully determined look in hers.

“If that’s the case then we’ll make it fit, dearest.” Angela hushed you, petting you comfortingly. She sounded so dismissive of your pleas, so focused on the way the tip of the strap-on pushed apart the lips of your cunt, already slick with your own wetness. Giving you a few moments to catch your breath before she pushed in without warning, tearing a strangled, high-pitched mewl from your lips as she filled you to the brim in one smooth thrust. You could feel your walls hugging to the sides of her cock so snugly, it felt you had no room to spare, and yet the smooth surface of the strap-on was only shoved into your stretched pussy halfway. Pathetic babbling was all your brain could hammer together in the moment, doing nothing to mitigate the way Angela continued to inch herself in bit-by-bit. Sharpened nails sunk into your skin, pinning you down from scampering away, not like you could if you tried, given the weakened state of your body and the growing heat in your nethers that begged you to stay.

Eventually you found yourselves closer than ever before as the base of her cock pressed flush to your clit. When you glanced down you could see a bulge in your stomach from how deep her tip was buried into you, which she immediately noticed, cooing humiliatingly. You were unbearably full, moulded to her will and shape as she began to thrust, the obscene noises made as a result only outdone by the groggy moans and whimpers torn from your mouth, complimented occasionally by her utterly unbothered hums of pleasure. “You’re doing so well sweetness, being such a good little slut for mistress~”

Your simpering, whining responses only drew a disapproving tut from her as she gave a painful, sharp snap of her hips before pausing, buried three quarters of the way into your quaking pussy. “Use your words, beloved. I want to *hear* you tell everyone who you belong to. Who these marks belong to, who this body belongs to, who this pussy belongs to.”

It took all your powers of comprehension to puzzle out what was being asked of you in these moments drifting in and out of blackness, but eventually your strap-drunk brain put two and two together as pleas began to rush from your lips like running water. “It’s yours, all yours! All of it belongs to you mistress! Please!”

She gave you a saccharine smile, eyes lidded and lovesick as she pressed a kiss to your navel. “Good girl~”

The screams that echoed through the room could be described as both torturous and blissful, but when they finally ceased your pants audibly slowed as your body finally gave out to the exhaustion and sleeping medication. “Sweet dreams dearest~ I’ll be right here when you awake.” Scooping you up and throwing you over her shoulder with little trouble as if she had rehearsed it a million times before, Angela quickly left without a trace. It would be a few weeks before anyone even declared you missing, after she finished with your close friends.

#🖤𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀🖤#🩸𝓎𝒶𝓃𝒹ℯ𝓇ℯ🩸#🥀𝓃𝓈𝒻𝓌🥀#angela x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc

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happy birhtdya!!

thanku!!!!! 💓💓

#yandere-angela #asks

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yanderes-galore · 1 year

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HIII i was wondering what you thought about a mercy from ow with an ex colleague? one that left overwatch before everyone tried to reunite and stuff. SORRY if this is too specific!!! you dont have to do this request i only want 2 know ur thoughts

Yeah, I'll see what thoughts I got on this! Been awhile since I wrote Mercy so I am trying to pull from my older concept.

Yandere! Mercy with Ex-Colleague! Darling

Short Concept/Reaction

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Anxiety, Overprotective behavior, Stalking, Motherly behavior/Babying, Isolation.

Angela always got a bit uncomfortable when you got close to the others.

She felt they were a bit too violent when solving issues compared to her.

Angela's always been a peacekeeping healer who cares for the safety of others, just like she does for you.

Even if she had darker feelings for you, you never saw them come to the surface.

When Overwatch disbanded, she had mixed feelings.

She was never sure if you were in danger or not and worried frequently for you.

Angela was so used to seeing you in Overwatch it takes a toll on her.

When she is given the message Overwatch was reuniting, she could not hide her excitement.

She'd see you!

Just like old times, you and her could work together!

You make the healer so happy.

Although, imagine her reaction when she doesn't see you.

In an act of worry and desperation, she meets up with Genji.

An old friend she helped a long time ago....

"Genji..."

"Greetings, Angela. You look worried... what is wrong?"

"Why isn't (Y/N) at Overwatch?"

"(Y/N) quit... you did not know?"

"Quit...?"

You quit?

How did she not know....

Such news devastates her.

Her excitement shattering as she sinks back into worry....

She needed to see you again-

"Is it possible to visit (Y/N)? For... old times' sake."

"Perhaps."

Angela felt guilty for asking around for your current residence...

But her worry weighed heavier in this moment.

It was healthy to worry in her mind.

It's quite the surprise for you when you hear a familiar knock pattern on your door.

You open the door in disbelief to see Angela smiling at you, eager to see you.

"Long time no see, (Y/N)."

"Angela...? How'd you get here?"

You're also subjected to her checking your health at uneeded times or babying you.

"Overwatch has info on all their heroes. It wasn't hard. Genji also helped."

"Right... what do you need?"

"It hurt me that you didn't meet with the rest of Overwatch, (Y/N)... I was just checking in."

Truth is, she was hurt you did not miss her.

She missed you!

To the point of even tracking you down....

You mean a lot to her.

Which is why she visits you from once a week to every day to see you!

You're then subjected to her asking about your health at uneeded times and babying you.

It's strange behavior from your past colleague.

Even when she's adamant it's normal.

Perhaps the distance affected her harshly....

That's the excuse you try to make to yourself-

She isn't doing any harm, why not let her visit?

Although, the more she visits the more time she takes up...

You're never alone in your house at this point.

Angela is always there, calm grin on her face.

"Doing well, angel? I sure hope so...."

You start to suspect she has darker intentions when you aren't allowed far from her sight any more.

Can you even get rid of her now?

"Hush now, heroes must look out for each other, angel."

#yandere overwatch #yandere angela ziegler #yandere mercy

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j5daigada · 2 months

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keyboard demon

commission for @yandere-angela

#j5draws #commission #demon girl

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yumedoca · 8 months

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"It's a rumic world!!"

Day 7 of @rumicworldweek - Happy Birthday Rumiko Takahashi!! 🎉

Sadly, no art for today since it seems I've hit an artblock after drawing for almost an entire week 😭, but to be fair everything drawn for this week was for sensei's birthday after all. I wanted to draw art for Mermaid Saga, One Pound Gospel and Rumic Theatre, but unfortunately there's only seven days in a week (though I have drawn art for Mermaid Saga like a week earlier and I have drawn an art for one of the Rumic Theatre stories months ago. Sorry One Pound Gospel, eventually!!) And plus, when it comes to topic of Rumiko Takahashi and her works, I decided to talk about it rather than draw...

Rumiko Takahashi... Honestly, all her works mean a lot to me. Each have it's own reasons, reasons why they're more than just mere stories to me. I guess it's mainly because of how good of a storyteller she is. Here's a little tidbit from her which may show why:

And boy, does it make me feel exactly how she wants it to. She knows what the reader looks forward to and she delivers just that while having fun. The amount of love and passion in her works in insane and the little details put to the story and characters are exactly what I love about her tales. Then there's the amount variety when it comes to her stories which I think is the most obvious when you pick up just one volume of the rumic theatre, one moment you're reading a hijinks story about a boy who just want to deliver newspapers but keeps getting interrupted by invaders and half- fishmen and the next moment you'll be reading a horror where this high school kid who knows archery is trying save his girlfriend from being murdered by his yandere cousin.

Honestly, just the amount of one shots she have is enough to prove how much as well as the number of chapters her serializations have is enough to show how much dedication and passion RT has for manga and this dedication is just what makes their quality so good. Urusei Yatsura makes me laugh and reminds me to have fun and enjoy life. Maison Ikkoku taught me about growing up. Mermaid Saga is a spine-chilling story which talks about the price of greed. Ranma 1/2 brings about the topic of familial love besides the romance itself. I've only watched the OVA for One Pound Gospel, but what intrigues me the most is the fact that the main pairing is a boxer and a nun, it's like the strangest pairing you could make but Kosaku and Sister Angela make it work and let's just say I love these kind of strange pairings, lol. Inuyasha talks about letting go from the past while still keeping the important within you. Kyoukai no RINNE is quite nostalgic to me as someone who grew up in a family who's very keen on saving money and a lot of moments make me laugh because I've been similar situations and it's nice to look back on them. And finally, MAO is the series I'm currently growing up with.

I know Rumiko Takahashi will never see this but.. Thank you so much for everything, your characters and stories managed to lift my spirits in the darkest of times and remind me that everything will eventually be okay. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this and all of what I've said is why I love Rumiko Takahashi and her stories.... ♥

I'm glad that I was able to participate in this year's Rumic World Week. Thanks to everyone who's liked and reblogged my posts and I hope everyone reading this has a great day ahead!! 🌹

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5

About Marco In Love Me, Love Me Not! (Character info)

Yandere Bestfriend x Obstacle Reader

*Unedited

Disclaimer: I made changes to this since I changed a lot in the story while on my break, so things are a bit different.

........

So this is kind of a quick detour or filler chapter to discuss our main yandere (Marco!).

Something I want to make clear about Love Me, Love Me Not is that the story is an AU of an already existing yandere story for Marco's side!

In Marco's original timeline, he's the COO of a successful makeup branch . In Love Me Love Me Not!: Marco never met the CEO (his half brother) of Beauty Point - instead continued to pursue his career in the police force.

(Basically, he never became that rich delusional man who was impulsive, irrational, and delusional - instead a corrupt cop who was more calculative, nonchalant, and saw people as little sheeps who doted on him. Think of it to a 'I NEED THEM' to 'THEY NEED ME' personality switch.)

In this timeline, Marco met you in college after bumping into one of your friends during student orientation day. He couldn't care about what you had to say, but regardless, he feigned interest as he listened to you ramble about something he forgot about.

Leaning close to you, nodding, letting out cheerful. "Uh-huh- ohhhh, I see. Thanks! Man, same here! Y'know, that reminds me of the time-" basic NPC type of small talks.

But once he got a good look at your group, one from all had caught his interest.

Matheias, Angela, You, and Mila.

She hadn't spoke, she didn't even have to try- but she grabbed his attention. With her arms folded and a curious look on her face as she tagged along, not saying a word- it was love at first sight.

Soon enough, he found purpose with staying in that little group.

Though when she started to dwindle away from your friend group, Marco had felt obligated to stick with the rest. I mean, sure, he didn't care too much, but that didn't mean he didn't love you guys. So he made memories with you and found himself genuinely being invested with each and one of everyone's personalities.

For some reason, he noticed that you often sticked around him like a lost puppy. (Which is hilarious to me because Marco, in his og universe, was more of a golden retriever eagerly following around anyone who gave him attention, but oh how the tables turn)

He found it cute, so of course he paid more attention to you from the rest of the litter of nobodies. You could say that you were his favorite from the rest - but of course you could never take her place.

The two of you became close, the sleeping overnight - type of close.

There were some moments where you would catch him off guard, making him blush, flinch, or chuckle whenever you were yourself around him. He would never love you the way he loved her, but by god, would he go through hell to give you what you wanted. After all, he knew you would do the same.

Huh, I guess that's what best friends were for..

Though as things were going smoothly, Marco would notice how Angela became a bit annoying to him with each day. He never had a problem with her before, but the way she would swoon over Mila made him go cold.

He wasn't the type to overreact. He knew he wasn't the type to get upset so easily. It was once, he swears!

But one thing led to the next, and Angela had died to an unfortunate allergic reaction. Of course, Marco had slipped some peanuts into a snack he gave her, and no one suspected a thing. I mean, something like that must've been an unfortunate accident on her end. She ate something that had peanuts, she was alone at the park, and she didn't have her Epi-pen! It was a tragic accident.

Matheias had his suspicions that Marco had done something.. There was no evidence or reason to think this, but he had a gut feeling.

Fast forward, and you and Marco were the only remaining people in that friendgroup. After graduation, Marco and you were still on talking terms, Matheias had completely cut you off after Angela's funeral, and Mila was still talking with Marco - but not with you anymore.

More time passes, and on that very night, Marco calls you crying on the phone, begging you to meet him somewhere. Of course, worried, you rush over there only to see him smiling with a body bag over his shoulder.

Forced to comply as you knew you would be the next body bag for him to drag if you said no.

Why, though? Why specifically did he call you on that night if he knew he didn't want any witnesses?

That's something that would probably be revealed with time..Or not if he decides to end your life the very next day.

It was only once you thought. But soon enough, you found yourself complying with more of Marco's requests.

And of course, once you showed hesitance and stood your ground, Marco took that as a threat and made you into one of his own victims.

Come the present day, there were you trapped in his apartment, not knowing if he wanted you dead, or if he had other plans...

The thing that hurt the most for you was the fact that even when you knew he had feelings for someone else, you still liked him. Even now, you still have a bit of a crush on him...Talk about a painful rejection..

But that's the basis of this AU!

If you have any more questions about Marco in his 'Love Me, Love Me Not' Au, feel free to ask!

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere headcanons #yandere oc #yandere ocs #yandere ceo #yandere bestfriend #yandere best friend #yandere male #Marco Sangwook #Sangwook

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FINSIHED COMMISSION FOR @yandere-angela ! ❤️🦑🍃💨

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chimcess · 9 months

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Nachash || jhs (teaser)

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader (ft. Taehyung) Genre: Supernatural AU, Demon!Hoseok, Med Student!Reader, Incubus! Hoseok, Horror AU, Thriller, Mystery, angst, smut Rating: 18+ (don’t interact if you’re a minor) Word Count: TBD (~25-35k) Release Date: Oct. 31st Summary: After the loss of both of her parents, Y/N decided to sell their home in Florida and move back to New York City, a place that she has little memories of despite spending 10 years in medical school there. With her return comes a spark of romance with a sweet man who gives her a strange sense of Deja vu. Her world begins to shift, and she begins to lose sight of dreams and reality. At the center of it all is Hoseok, his warm smiles and gentle kisses. But she can’t help but wonder if he is who he says he is and why a strange bar keeps popping up in her nightmares. Warnings: Strong language, death mentioned, terminal illnesses, bad medical terminology (I tried), Hoseok has a demon side (like physically different), Explicit sexual content, vaginal fingering, oral (f & m receiving), dirty talk, rough sex, manhandling, Inexperienced!Reader, Good girl reader, hard dom Hoseok, Hoseok is a menace, he’s also very sus, so much blood, low-key a yandere but not really, DARK ENDING, dubious consent (kind of mind control/mood control/memory wiping), main character death (graphic), graphic violence, this is not a cute demon romance, more to come...

nachash (noun) "snake; serpent". Derived from the Hebrew root n-ch-sh.

After graduation, the dreams stopped. I stayed with my parents for the summer, played in the Florida sun, and decided against going back to New York for my fellowship. Instead, I chose to stay in Tallahassee and start my career. It was safe there. He was gone. A few years later, I left for Jacksonville and my paranoia had started to fade.

Years had gone by, and my memories of his face began to escape me. His name was nothing more than a gentle whisper in the deepest pits of my mind. Even then, saying that would be an overstatement. My return to New York was in the wake of my mother’s death. My dad had passed away a few years prior, and our vacation home in Harlem, the same place I lived in so many years ago, had become prime real estate. I got a fellowship through Columbia upon my return. Life was looking up despite my grief, and I was ready to start a new venture in my medical career.

That was the beginning of my eventual end. I had cheated death all those years ago. Angela was my replacement, though I had no idea at the time. That thing knew she was waiting for me. It knew she would not let me out of her sight, so it took care of the problem. My fear gave it power, and it indulged itself in my torture. When I came back, it knew.

This time I would not be lucky. Nothing and no one would get in its way. Soon, all memories of that night vanished. Angela’s name escaped me first, then her face, and finally what happened to her. Dauphine and its never-ending halls were gone. The thing that sat at the bar made sure of that before making his next move.

It was mid-October when he came back into my life, all memories of his face wiped from my mind, and his game really started. My death would be his favorite. A death he rejoiced in for years to come only to be disappointed that nothing lived up to that night.

Things like Hoseok lived for the chase, and I proved to be his greatest target.

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Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

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hello<3 hope you’re having a great day

Idk if you saw the movie sleep away camp(1) so if you haven’t just ignore this! But if you have can you please do one of Angela baker (such an underrated slasher) with fem!reader

You can totally add or do anything you want to this request tysm

♡ Dating Angela Baker Headcanons

❝ If she were any quieter, she'd be dead!❝

[ SFW + Fem Terms]

Pairing: Angela Baker x Fem!Camper

General Warnings: Mentions of Murder, Bullying, Homophobic targeting, Slight Yandere!Angela

A/N: Anon ty for the request!! Sorry for getting to this a little late </3 I actually watched this movie (and the second one) after your message and I agree that it's underrated! Had such a good time watching it! :) also absolute W for trans women

Angela was quiet and reserved toward practically everyone but Ricky. And even then, her responses were limited to small nods and a lot of guessing on Ricky's end for what Angela meant.

As much as Judy and Meg made fun of Angela for being a quiet loner, Angela did have one friend. You.

Angela found you to be the one person who didn't provoke her or make fun of her. You kept your distance when you felt it was needed and defended her to Judy when you knew she was being an asshole.

Angela couldn't help but to give a small smile when she saw how nice you were being to her. Even if she hadn't spoken back to you yet, her eyes spoke of her appreciation for her.

You were more active in activities like swimming and volleyball but noticed Angela not joining.

She always appreciated when you'd stop to come over to her even if she thought she didn't deserve that.

It only took a few days for you to hear Angela speak. You sat beside her at lunch and offered your food to her, seeing her finally eat.

She looked back with a small smile, "Thank you." You swore your heart could stop, finally hearing her soft-spoken words.

Your budding friendship wouldn't go unnoticed though. You became a target for bullying as well by Judy and Meg.

They were already making fun of Angela by calling her gay since she never showered the same time as everyone else. Seeing her only get along with you was just perfect bait for the two of them.

“Aww… This your little girlfriend, Angela? Fucking knew you were into that.”

Angela never made an effort to disagree, just giving a blank stare in response.

And soon, you noticed over time, people just started disappearing. Angela pretended to not notice or brush it off. She didn't need you to know.

Plus, you didn’t notice since Angela was distracting you with how she had warmed up to you fully.

She gave a small kiss to you in private then rushed off before the counselors realized you two were gone for too long.

Even in your disbelief that she had the confidence to that, you knew from that point on, you two knew that you were meant for one another. Angela only needed you.

You gave your own confession to her a bit after that before it was time to head back to the cabins for the night. Just a quick “I like you” which was met with Angela’s own reciprocation:

“I really like you too…”

Angela's main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Quality Time.

Angela doesn’t like seeing you be bothered by everyone else just because of your association with her. So she does you the favor of eliminating them from the picture.

Even if it’s a minor insult thrown at you, she doesn’t see an issue with getting rid of them.

As long as they’re gone, you won’t be sad, right?

And it means the world for Angela to be beside you. She silently cheers you on from the sidelines with a small smile when you’re in one of the games at camp.

And if you win, you better believe she’s celebrating your win with a private little date in the woods or at the beach.

She’ll even make it all nice with a beach towel to lay on and some flowers she picked to offer to you.

Angela's favorite Love Languages to receive are: Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

Like I said, Angela likes being by you. And it means the world when you go out of your way to be beside her.

No one else besides Ricky did that. Her eyes always just lights up when she sees you!

Her favorite is when you’d invite her to the camp events and eat with her while everyone else hung out in groups. The special attention you gave to her sent her over the moon.

And you can guarantee you’ll see her shy little smile when you compliment her or talk sweetly to her.

Especially compliments that confirmed her gender presentation and got rid of her slight dysphoria.

A small “Angela! You look so pretty in that!” and you can notice a blush and how she started wearing that piece of clothing more or doing her hair in a way that you liked more.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#sleepaway camp #angela baker #angela baker headcanons #angela baker x reader #slasher #slasher fucker #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #slashers headcanons

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