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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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Week 1-4: Yandere Apocalypse - Uvil Penz

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Getting to meet everyone was nice and all but it’s entirely different from living with them

When it comes to sleeping arrangements the Penz brother’s each had their own rooms

Naturally Marco was sharing with Aria

Willaim with Simpson

Leaving Uvil who speedily offered to room with you

“If you wouldn’t mind (Y/n), maybe you should stay with me.”

Of course Henrietta and Grant would have a problem with this

Both of them whining about the other as you let Uvil usher you away from the living room

“C’mon don’t leave me with this crazy broad!”

“Nooo! But (Y/n) reminds me the most of my baby! I need to sleep with them! THIS IS SO UNFAIR-”

With the clicks of multiple locks he decides you both are ready to turn in for the night

“Just for safety. After all you don’t really know these…strangers yet.”

“Uh thanks.”

You try to ignore the fact you don’t really know him either

But with a sporadically themed bedroom with two beds and a full bathroom, you’re not complaining

Because of your closeness with one another it’s natural as tiredness tugs at your eyes that you confide in him

“I for one, am glad you survived. I’m sorry for the emptyiness you feel but I think you’ve filled something for all of us…especially me.”

It’s nice when he says sweet things to you

And when he leads the group with grace

Or when he makes a fair meal plan for everyone to follow with the refrigerated and canned rations

…it just gets weird when he so easily adapts to the invasive demands of the group

Siphoning your time like some prized toy

“(Y/n) will not be drinking from you for at least another day…your behavior with the food rations is to blame.”

“THAT IS SO UNFAIR!WAAAAHHH!”

“Ha weird idiot, instead they’ll have to endure my ultimate smackdown…in the gaming room.”

“No to you too little brother.”

“What?! What did I do!?”

“Marco says you made Aria cry and he refused to operate the drones we have outside because of that. Thus you’ve lost your (Y/n)-privileges.”

“That’s….so unfair...”

Of course he doesn’t bother to ask you at all despite how polite he is pretends to be

But he has no problem intertwining his hand with yours while he goes around the bunker taking inventory

Or encouraging you to watch movies while cuddled up beside him

Its not so bad

It’s a great way to get used to the bunker life

With Uvil’s guidance you’ll start to get used to this new way of life

And by the end of the 2nd week you’re starting to find your way on your own

But Uvil will never let that happen

Still hovering around you and monitoring your time despite your independence

“Space? (Y/n) you’re my dearest bunker-mate, of course I worry about you.”

It’s annoying but he’s far from the worst person in the bunker

Unbeknownst to you, Uvil’s only the best at hiding his obsession with you

When he’s not by your side he’s watching the cameras intensely for everyone’s movements

3 monitors dedicated to you

What camera room?

The camera room only the Penz brothers seem to know about and none of them will confess

Not only being your most devoted watcher he’s the only one free enough to suffocate on the sheets you slept in

To touch keep the dirty laundry you share with him

Or the access he gets to your journal entries

But the best thing of all is the closeness he’s granted as your first real friend

“(Y/n) would you like a massage while we watch a horror movie? I know you’ve been feeling tense lately and I want nothing more than to help you relieve that.”

He knows a month is all he’ll get away with

Before the others start to riot

But this will be enough…for now

“I’m going to miss you (Y/n)...but it’s a small cycle. You’ll be back with me before you notice. And you’ll always find a safe space in my bed room.”

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i-cant-sing · 2 years

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Imagine yandere alpha todofam finding out that reader is an omega and rei just going ape shi- and trying to “protect” her from the world

Yandere Todoroki Clan but in A/B/O dynamics

I mean, they probably wouldn't be surprised to find reader was an omega. Hell, I bet if reader did turn out to be an alpha, they'd force her to turn into a omega. Practically treat her like a helpless kitten as they baby her, and when you get enraged, they'd just call it "temper tantrums" and drug you to sleep.

Omega or not, they'd still make you a nest with EVERYONE'S things in it and they would 100% force you in it. When Enji comes home, he expects you to be resting in your nest with his hoodie. He frequently scents your stuff, but nothing beats his big warm hoodies.

The family doesn't want you to interacting with anyone that's not them, but alphas in particular are completely forbidden. If you're out and Shotou sees an alpha around, he's dragging you back home. If an alpha comes to visit Enji, you're being dragged to your nest where you're to stay until the alpha leaves.

Dabi, like in most of my AUs, will be a jerk to you. Teases you to no end about being an omega. And even if you're an alpha, he's still gonna call you weak. Tackles you almost every other day, doesn't get off you until you either call him the strongest, mama Rei comes to save you or you pass out.

Almost all of them try to scent you (yes, Dabi's version of scenting you is shoving your face in his sweaty armpit when he puts you in a headlock), but Rei takes it on a whole another level. She'd wear your clothes just so that they'd have her scent, makes you take naps with her in your nest, GROOMS YOU like mama cat does to her kittens. Doesn't matter if you're struggling to get away, she'll pin you down and you'll finally understand the difference between your and her strength.

You're not allowed to go out much, but since you melt Enji's heart very easily, he allows you to go out BUT only after giving you some scent suppressing medicines. Obviously, when you're of age and your heat finally comes, you're not allowed to leave the house at all. No, no. Enji and Rei already talked to the doctors about it a long time ago, and they've since decided to give you some sedatives and drugs during your heat. So now most of your heats are spent at home hibernating, Rei occasionally waking you up for food and necessities, while Natsuo keeps adjusting the doses because he knows your heat is very painful.

Oh and let's say Alpha Bakugo also exists here and he's your mate or whatever, but does that mean Todoroki Clan will let you date your soulmate? Uh, no. Hell, Dabi and Shotou are lunging at him whenever he tries to get close to you, while Natsuo and Fuyumi drag you back to your nest. And don't even get me started on how feral Katsuki gets when you get your heat. Enji and his sons will be working hard to beat Katsuki away, while Natsuo, Rei and Fuyumi are in a bunker far away with you completely drugged out of your mind. Enji isn't above using his contacts to get the very illegal wolfsbane from the blackmarket, using it against Katsuki.

Then again, Katsuki also comes from a rich, influential family, so they will also play dirty. Hell, Bakugou clan might even hire werewolf hunters to get you back to Katsuki (obviously ordering them not to hurt a hair on your head).

Man, I do miss talking about Aizawa. Either as a solo yandere, or even with Erasermic. Sigh.

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yanderenightmare · 3 years

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What is your favorite trope out of curiosity?

I'm guessing you mean trope as in writing?

I've never really considered myself a big fan of the romance genre, but that's simply because most romance films are boring. I don't enjoy sappy shit, nor romcoms especially, but I do think movies/series and books without romance are really weird and unnatural.

I guess my favourite genre would be either a thriller/action/adventure/horror piece of media with a side-dish of romance.

ROMANCE PROMPTS / TROPES

UNREQUITED / TABOO LOVE

Kidnapping or Stalker or Obsession or Prisoner - Classic lovesickness/Yandere - Incel-rage, especially if it's internet-stalking - Prisoner of war or a war trophy taken by the winner - Slavery

Blackmail or Arranged/Forced Marriage Especially if it's set in old medieval times.

Fake/Convenient engagement - Uniting Kingdoms - Last of their kind - Quirk-marriages It's similar to the one above, but it's more disarming because they're in the same boat of unhappiness and they can find consolation in that, which leads to them falling for each other. Or, it's discovered that one of them orchestrated the entire thing from the start.

Soul Mates or Destiny/Fate/Prophecy Especially if it's like the one above, where they're simply told that they're meant to be together, but one of them doesn't really feel a connection, but has to be with the other person anyway because they're not really given a choice. - Alpha x Omega - Any soulmate au trope

Forced Proximity - Snowed in together - Huddling/cuddling for warmth - Apocalypse bunker or Codependence for survival - Shared classes/clubs/activities/assignments - Roommate/Neighbours - Newly turned step-siblings - Co-wokers

LOVE BETWEEN PARALLELS

Opposites attract - Rich x Poor - Hero x Villain or Angel x Demon - Playboy x Virgin - Bully x Victim - Popular x Dork

Power-dynamics - Boss x Secretary/Nanny/Maid - Wealthy High Society x Erotic Dancer/Model/Ballerina - Mafia x Someone who owes them - Villain x Victim - King x Slave - Wardon x Prisoner - Police/Hero x Criminal - Teacher x Student - God x Worshipper

Enemies to Lovers - Bully x Victim - Hero x Villain (either it be the charming guy-villain x girl-hero or extremely inappropriate flirty guy-hero x flustered girl-villain) - Competitors finally having extreme hate-sex

Frenemies or Friendly Competition - Workplace rivalry - Different teams in a sport/club (Gaming, Chess, Mathletes, Debate, Football and etc...)

Medical Romance - Doctor x Patient Either one nurses the other back to health and they fall for their care-taker. Or the one healing falls for their patient. - Psychiatrist x Client Either the psychiatrist is the sane one treating a client in an insane asylum, and the patient falls for them. Or the client is the normal one and the therapist treating them goes insane for them.

ANGSTY TEENAGE LOVE

Girl Next Door If they have windows that align and they can both see each other dressing and dancing to music and walking around naked. It could be mutual, or a stalker scenario.

Fish Out of Water or New Girl in Town A girl moves to the city or to a small suburb all alone and a guy takes interest. She's obviously vulnerable and happy to have a friend that knows his way around, and he enjoys that she's so dependent on him.

The Wallflower or Plain Jane Feminists should hate this trope, but I love it still, I'm sorry. Often portrayed as a shy quiet dorky bookworm nerd-girl getting wooed by this entitled smooth popular jock. But in reality it would be more like this: Independent woman getting unwanted attention from sex-predators.

The Dare or The Bet Usually a popular guy is dared to make the shy nerd fall in love with him only to break her heart, but obviously falls in love with her in return, only for her to find out about the bet and has her heart broken anyway, only for him to win it back again in the end.

Love Triangle or Male-Male-Female Just good poly drama. Especially if two guys fight over the girl until they realise they can all be together.

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slasher-drabbles-n-stuff · 3 years

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Could you place my order for Yanderes Supernatural ?

What would it be like if Dean, Sam and Catiel were yanderes, how much would they change from their original personality? And if the reader didn't know what they are, and just looked at them as a form of older brother, someone they respect.

((Note: the reader is not your sister, it is just the form they represent to the reader.))

Dean:

Dean’s personality surprisingly doesn’t change too much, to a normal person at least. He just seems like his usual Winchester self, being so very over protective of you and stuff.

It isn’t until he starts getting really weird with possessiveness that you even notice something is horribly wrong. The only reason he even let on to that was because some person at the bar harmlessly was hitting on you and next thing leads to another and that person is missing a few teeth and Dean has a black eye.

Another abnormality to how he would usually behave is his reaction to confrontation with you. Had you been anyone else, he’d just roll his eyes and tell you stop being so emotional or maybe even just act like a normal person and try to sort it out- but for some reason he just can’t seem to do that. Instead, he’ll go half crazy trying to overcompensate for whatever might’ve caused dissension between the two of you.

You just excuse his strange behavior as him not wanting to lose another close friend. Yeah..that’s all.

Sam:

Refuses to ever let you go on anymore hunts and is extremely strict on those rules. If he finds out you went out on one, you won’t hear the end of it.

Is actually his normal sweet natured self around you...but it can all fretfully change within a matter of seconds depending upon what happens. Don’t get me wrong, he wouldn’t ever dare be mad at you..no..not his sweet (y/n), he’d just be a little disgruntled say if someone perhaps started talking to you for too long whenever he was clearly trying to spend some quality time with you.....and yes he’ll even snap at dean every once in a while.

Is so very excited whenever you move into the bunker...good luck trying to have some me time. That’s just not going to happen. He’ll even wake you up early in the morning to go run with him, which you just groan and tell him to fuck off but he won’t let it go.

Castiel:

He doesn’t really know what these feelings are...he just knows that you make everything seem so perfect in an otherwise terribly capricious world. It’s because of this that he quickly decides that he must keep you all to himself.

Now, he won’t take you away from your friends or family...but he’ll more than likely assert himself and awkwardly charm them in his own special way so he can get to know them as well. You’ll probably just see this as him trying to familiarize with other humans, plus he did say that you were his closest friend, so maybe that’s why he took a shine to your groups in particular.

Honestly he has good self control so he won’t act upon more of his..vile..urges. At least not until mating season rolls around.

After that time, you’re essentially on celestial lockdown. He’ll be so very sweet and kind to you though, you’ll likely hardly notice his romantic advances- unless you count the time he almost choked dean to death for staring at your ass for too long. Aside from that, he’ll just do his best to keep you happy and inside his “nest”, even though you had no idea.

Wether you know it or not, he’ll imprint his own special enochian incantation on your ribs so he can sense you wherever you may go.

Goes absolutely apeshit whenever other celestial beings get too close to you, proceeding to flatly tell them to begone.

Often times finds himself spending his free time solely watching you. Observing the things you liked, the things you didn’t like, and any and all other little details he might not have noticed before. Somehow he manages to find something new each time, for instance, did you know that you sleep in the funniest position? Now he does.

Jack:

Because of his immense power and his little control over it, he has a tendency to go over board with reacting to his urges.

Maybe he just doesn’t like that youre not with him for a moment? Oh well, guess he’ll just teleport you straight back to him.

Constantly fusses over every last little scratch or mark you come home from a hunt with, finally deciding that you shall no longer go on any of them. Don’t be sad though, you’ll just have to stay home with him and binge watch some Netflix.

Doesn’t that sound wonderful? Because to him it sounds absolutely heavenly.

#supernatural fluff #supernatural #jack kline x reader #dean winchester x reader #sam winchester x reader #castiel x reader #castiel #Sam #sam winchester #dean #dean winchester #jack #jack kline #jack winchester

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supernaturaldesires · 3 years

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A Descent Into Insanity - Chapter One

Based on request by @sweetpotato-97

Could ask for a fic of Yandere Dean with a reader who sees him as a best friend and a form of brother for them, of course in the beginning Dean was not a yandere but he changed with the passage of time?

Note: the reader in a way is innocent and does not know that Dean is in love with them.

Pairing: None (yet)

Characters: Dean & Sam

Warnings: none, other than a slightly protective Dean

Word Count: 1,802

One Year Ago

As you pulled up to the old abandoned shack, you checked against the photo in the newspaper on your passenger seat. This was the place, without a doubt. You had stopped about 150 yards away to avoid drawing any attention or raising any alarms within the shack. If the stories you’d heard from the townsfolk were true, you were expecting just a couple of vamps, max three. It appeared to be a relatively new nest since the attacks only started a couple of weeks ago, out of the blue. You reached into the backseat, grabbing your machete and hip-flask. You took a swig of whisky from the flask for good measure before shoving it in the glove compartment and heaving yourself out.

There was a gravel path leading up to the shack, but you opted to walk along the grassy verge in an attempt to keep as quiet as possible. When you were about 50 yards from the shack though, you noticed a ‘67 Chevy Impala tucked behind some large shrubs, just off the path. Strange. It wasn’t a large town and all of the attacks happened within a couple mile radius of the shack, so you couldn’t imagine much need for the vamps to have a set of wheels. Nevertheless, you pushed on.

As you approached the front porch, you noticed that the door to the shack was already open, creaking back-and-forth with the breeze. It was at that moment you heard a blood-curdling scream, followed by shouting. Armed with your machete, you launched through the front door towards the noise.

Two beheaded bodies already lay on the floor, and ahead of you there were two figures wrestling on the ground. “Sammy!” Shouted the man who was pinned to the ground, trying to fend off the snarling vamp with his bare hands. His machete lay on the ground nearby, but just out of reach. Without a second thought, you flew forward, thrust your machete down on the vamp, slicing clean through its neck. The head bounced off the man’s shoulder, to which he jumped up, shuddering and wiping himself down. “Hey, thanks man-” He looked up at you for the first time and blinked. “Oh, my bad. Sorry, didn’t mean to assume.” You lowered your machete, wiping the blade on the clothes of the dead vamp. “No biggie,” you shrugged in response. “You get used to it in this line of work.” You flashed him a knowing smile.

Another man entered the room through a second door, to which you instinctively raised your weapon again, but he immediately stopped and raised his hands in self-defence at the sight of you.

“He’s good,” the first man said. “That’s my brother. All good, Sam?”

“Yeah,” the tall man said, running a hand through his shaggy hair. “There was another one in there but I managed to catch him off-guard.”

“Sweet. Well, this young lady saved my ass before I became a vamp snack,” the first man chuckled. “Thanks for that, by the way, um...?”

“Y/N,” you said. “As I said, no biggie. I wasn’t expecting such a big nest, so if you guys hadn’t got here first, I’d probably have been the meal anyway.”

Both men laughed at that. “I’m Dean, this is my baby brother Sam. Come on, let me buy you a drink to say thanks.”

Present Day

“Dean, can you please put a different tape on now?” Sam moaned for the fifth time. “I swear this is the tenth time I’ve heard this song.”

“Sorry Sammy, you know the rules,” his brother smirked. “Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole.”

Sam turned in his seat to face you in the backseat, hoping to get some back-up but he knew he was outnumbered when he saw you playing air guitar.

“She’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain,” you sang along gleefully. “C’mon Sammy, how can you get tired of Guns ’n’ Roses? I could listen to this all day!”

Sam groaned, shifting back to face forward and slouched grumpily against the car door. “Don’t encourage him, Y/N,” he grumbled. “And I’ve told you, not even Dean’s supposed to call me Sammy, you’re definitely not allowed.”

You leaned over the back of the front seat, throwing him a pout before motioning a tiny violin between your thumb and forefinger. Dean roared with laughter as Sam grunted, folding his arms with a strop. “Tell me we’re nearly there, at least.”

“Only another 50 miles to go, little brother,” Dean hummed. He shot you a cheeky look and you knew exactly what was coming next. You both sang at the tops of your lungs:

“WoooooOOOoooaahhh sweet child of mine!”

As you arrived at the bunker, you jumped out of the car and stretched your legs before hauling your overnight bag out of the backseat. “I’m jumping straight into the shower, I still stink of werewolf.”

“Yeah I know,” Dean remarked, scrunching his nose comically. You punched him playfully in the arm, which he then clutched in feigned agony, staggering.

“Whatever, tough guy,” you huffed as you made your way into the building.

After showering and feeling refreshed, you pulled on a pair of joggers and an oversized hoodie and made your way to the kitchen. Sam was already sat at the table, staring intensely at his laptop screen and scribbling notes.

“I’m feeling pancakes, Sam, you want some?” The tall man just shook his head, his eyes not moving from the screen. “You know you’re allowed to relax every now and then, right?”

The elder Winchester sauntered into the kitchen then, also looking much fresher. “Did I hear pancakes?”

“Yep, you know where the ingredients are,” you smirked, plopping down into the chair opposite Sam.

Dean threw an irritated look at you before reluctantly rummaging through the fridge. “Asshole,” he muttered.

“Jerk,” you retorted without missing a beat. “You boys up for a drink tonight? I fancy going out, celebrating our victory in taking out that pack.”

“Sure,” Dean answered. “Let’s get some grub in us, then we can head over to the bar.”

Sam continued tapping away at his laptop. “You guys go ahead, I’ve just found this interesting article about this new legal case over in Wisconsin. Check it out, so this guy-”

“Yawwwn,” Dean interrupted. “Sometimes I wish I’d just left you at Stanford, you nerd. Anyways, Y/N and I are gonna go have some fun. Maybe you can look up the definition of the word sometime, Sammy.”

You and Dean had settled at a table at the bar, chatting about everything and nothing for about an hour, already four drinks in. You couldn’t forget that impressed glint in his eye when he first realised that you could not only hold your drink, but could also keep up with him quite easily.

You were howling with laughter as Dean told you a story of Sam losing a rabbit’s foot and the chain of unfortunate events that followed. “So I’m there on the phone to Bobby and I could tell Sam was mucking around behind me doing some stupid shit but I wasn’t really paying attention. Next thing I know, I turn around and he’s looking at me with that goofy puppy-dog face. ‘I lost my shoe,’ he says. Dropped it down a damn drain, the dumbass.” You wiped the tears of laughter from your face, shaking your head and taking a swig of your drink. “Anyway, gotta go empty the tank. I’ll be back.” Dean pushed away from the table and headed off to the men’s room.

One of your favourite AC/DC songs came on the jukebox, so you started tapping your foot and bopping your head along with the music. You didn’t really notice the stranger approach you until he helped himself to Dean’s seat. “Hey there, little lady.” You looked up at the guy, he was your typical jock-type, wearing a football jersey and a baseball cap. He was a little broader than Dean, but several inches shorter. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No thanks,” you said, smiling politely. “I’m here with a friend, just having a good time.”

“Yeah, I saw your friend,” the guy scoffed. “I promise you, come with me and I can show you a real good time, sweetheart,” he said with a wink.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. “I said-” your tone was harsh now, your words sharp. “I’m here with my friend. I’m not interested.”

“Aw come on sweet cheeks, I saw the way he was looking at you. He ain’t interested in you like that. I mean, he’s a fucking fool for it, but I’d be happy to step into the shoes if he’s too much of a pussy to fill them.” He tried to wrap an arm around you then, and you were just about to shove him off when his whole body was suddenly ripped away from you, and the next thing you knew, he was on the floor.

Dean towered over him, his eyes sparking with anger. “Did you not fucking hear her when she said she’s not interested?” By now, the rest of the bar had fallen silent, all eyes on the unfolding scene.

“Hey, dude, chill out,” the guy muttered. “It’s not like you were making a move.”

Dean grabbed the collar of the guy’s shirt in his fist, getting right in his face. You jumped up, preparing to intervene. “What I do is none of your fucking business, if you come near her again, I swear-”

“Dean!” You shouted, grabbing his other fist which had raised, ready to take a swing. “Leave it.”

“Oi!” The manager peeked out of the backroom, having heard the commotion. He jabbed a finger at Dean. “Get out of my bar, now!”

You could see the fire in Dean’s eyes redirect towards the manager, but you tugged at his shirt. “Dean, please! Just leave it. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Dean paused for a moment before releasing the guy’s shirt, letting him fall roughly to the floor. He turned his attention back to the manager, eyes like daggers. “You oughta get some better clientele in here, mate, instead of little bitch boys.” You hooked your arm through Dean’s and dragged him out the front door. He let you pull him away, but all the while throwing glaring looks between the manager and the man who had tried hitting on you.

You really did love your new life with the Winchesters, basically considered them your brothers now, but they tended to find their newfound protective role a little too seriously sometimes. You decided it wasn’t worth an argument this time, instead letting Dean cool down as you both made your way back to the bunker.

Chapter Two =>

Dean tags: @akshi8278

Divider credit: @firefly-graphics

#supernatural #spn #spn fanfic #dean winchester #sam winchester #a descent into insanity

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 4 years

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a list of what i’m trying to work on lol

namjoon / reader : dystopian au, enhanced species au, sci-fi (ish)

synopsis: in the year 2042, humanity had fled the surface of the earth, taking to underground bunkers due to a global devastational event 22 years ago. a giant tree erupted from inside the moon and sent asteroids and thick, astral branches reaching impossibly from the moon to the earth, anchoring the two celestial bodies together. throwing the world into a chaotic mess of panic, the surface was deemed unlivable and only a select group of international government officials were allowed surface access until a law was passed that visitation above ground was allowed with set laws to abide. namjoon, a young man who lived on the surface when the world ‘ended’, had taken his younger brother who was born and raised underground to see the surface he had only read about in history books. only, when they get there, they meet someone who claimed to live on the surface; and without safety gear no less. was the surface really as dangerous as they were lead to believe?

pt.i posted | pt.ii coming eventually

changkyun / reader : yandere au

synopsis: (subject to change bc i hate this wording) changkyun finally had you all to himself. he had the perfect room for you, the perfect home for you when you were ready to open up to him, the perfect form of protection to keep you safe. he’d give you anything you wanted- nothing under the sun was too much if you so desired it. you had nothing to gain from leaving him and had no one waiting for you, so he knew it’d only be a matter of time. he just had to be patient, even if every second stung.

yoongi / reader : alien/criminal/horror-esque au

synopsis: Valstala Intergalactic Criminal Containment: the biggest known prison known among the stars. Humans have long since spread among the cosmos when the Earth was taken from them in 2112. Many have all perished among the stars; what remains is a small sliver of Pure Humans, or PH, who has not mutated or mated with other species to create crossbreeds. It's now the year 2132 and you have just been registered as Inmate No. 889 in VICC as the first Pure Human inmate and everyone seems to be keeping an eye on you. Not a single one of them aware of the nightmares that slept below in the restricted sub-levels of VICC. That is until someone ends up dead, the prison goes on lockdown and you get stuck inside a prison wide quarantine with something not quite right lurking around that definitely isn’t your friend.

seokjin / reader : mermaid/pirate au

synopsis: A band of pirates raising a mermaid is just a tall-tale; except for one pirate crew who takes the situation literally. After adopting a baby of the sea, they raise it as one of their own. The problem? Mermaids are only part of a wide branch of mythical creatures that are captured and sold. This crew has to keep your identity a secret and years later when your find yourself on the threshold of discovery, you’re scared to look to your crew- your family- for rescue. Not wanting to bring them down with you, you attempts to handle the situation on your own. However, your current captain and childhood friend won’t let you go in alone.

#what i'm working on!#wip #I like this much better than just a list of story titles so this is how i'm gonna promote my wips lol #so long as i dont forget to like update it ever so often LOL #refer to #update

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yanderehopecounty · 6 years

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Yandere Seed Brothers x Female Deputy

Description: The deputy receives some strange messages over the radio while hiding in Dutch’s bunker.

Warnings: Language Rating: PG13 Words: 1,469

Requested by: @xmisswolfx

Dutch wasn’t at all surprised when the deputy clambered down the ladder of his bunker in a cold sweat. She was wide-eyed, like a doe in front of headlights, and deep purple bags hung beneath the lids. It was apparent she had not slept peacefully the previous night. “I’m afraid I might’ve made a horrible mistake,” her hoarse whisper reached the old man as he sat hunched before his radio.

“Yah think?” he managed to splutter, gesturing to the frantic cacophony of voices pouring from the radio speakers. Among them were Eli Palmer, Pastor Jerome, and even Mary May screeching in the background. “After all the work yah did for the resistance,” he silenced the chatter through the airwaves and shook his head lightly, “Sparing the Seeds? My God, Rook.”

Her head dipped low, hanging with immediate shame at her folly. “I just couldn’t do it,” she barely managed to whisper out. “I tried, but...” Burying her face in her palms, she choked out a tiny sob, “What was I supposed to do?! They told me all those stories about their past! How could I when they might have a chance to-?” The rest was cut off by another cry of despair.

Dutch watched carefully, quietly, as if he didn’t quite know how to react. Finally, he settled with a slightly agitated grunt and rose from his chair. A thumb and forefinger pressed into his eyes, rubbing harshly. For sure he was annoyed as all hell but, right now, what the deputy needed was comforting. Placing a calloused hand atop her shaking shoulder, he muttered gently, “It’s alright. Everything’s gonna be just fine. You stay here as long as you need. Think about things and I’ll keep a close eye on their movements for yah.”

Steadily, a beam rose across her features and she began to settle at the sound of his kind and reassuring words. Perhaps she really had chosen the right place to come to in this time of confusion. At least, it felt that way in the moment. Only an hour or so had passed and the two were just beginning to settle in for the night when a soft crackling kicked up from the once silent radio.

“Dep...? Where...you, Dep...?” The broken string of questions came out in an eerily familiar tone, setting a small flame blazing in her stomach. She knew that voice well, especially the way it sounded over the airwaves.

“Sweet child...only want...word...” And then there was another in a slightly different but equally familiar tone.

At this point, Rook’s blood had gone cold, turning to icicles in her veins. They were searching for her. She could only stand there, dumbfounded as the shock pierced her system. Dutch was no different, casting a concerned look in her direction before fiddling with the device so everything came in clearer.

A gruff chuckling poured from the final brother, his words as plain as day. “I guess our kitten decided she didn’t want to play anymore.”

Jacob. She knew it was him though the atrocious nickname was something entirely new.

A hiss silenced him and the Father spoke up, as calm and collected as ever. “My sweet child, I know that you are listening and I have to say...I’m surprised!” a soft but musical laugh crackled sharply, “I did not foresee this strange turn of events. It’s very naughty of you to change the rules of the game like that so suddenly but I’m nothing if not willing,” he paused to draw in a breath and she was sure that airy, smug grin of his was in its full effect. “Why don’t come on back to us? It’s no fair game unless you play as well.”

The Baptist cooed next, hardly seeming to be able to wait for his brother to finish speaking. “Yes! Come out of hiding, dearest.” An eagerness laced his rigid tone like a coiling snake. “I promise, things will be different this time, but only if you come to me in person.”

“Calm yourself, John,” Joseph warned lightly, “We wouldn’t want to scare off our new family member, now would we?”

A garbled scoff spilled from the speakers as Jacob cut in. “And what’s wrong with that? A bit of fear never hurt anyone!” He cackled, a boorish and unmannerly noise that sent a bolt of lightning straight to her knees.

She could feel them buckling under the weight of his suggestion and Dutch had to dive to catch her elbow. Grabbing on roughly, he managed to steady her swaying body. Her brain felt like it was swimming through murky water. What on earth had she done by sparing them?

“That is utter nonsense!” John sneered, clearly disgusted by the brutish man’s declaration. “Rook should be treated like a princess! Only the finest of things, personal flights in my best planes, silk sheets, designer dresses...” He seemed to lose himself in a dream-like trance, the thoughts overtaking anything else.

“You’ve got it all wrong, pal,” The ginger haired hulk of a man sniggered with the confidence of a wolf preying on a wounded rabbit. “My kitten is a fighter. She isn’t weak. I’m sure she’d enjoy surviving out in nature, on the mountains, far more than your nerdy plane obsession.”

“Whoever said she was your kitten?” he shot back, obviously in full wrath mode. “And my interests are not nerdy! I have a very refined taste and I just know that-!”

A snap from the middle brother cut him off mid-sentence. “That is enough you two!” Joseph chastised in a low, dangerous growl. “Bickering fruitlessly won’t solve any of your problems.” he paused before adding almost inaudibly, “Besides, I know for a fact the little lamb would enjoy a stroll through the Bliss gardens with me the best.”

“Oh ho ho! I see how it is!” John’s sarcasm swelled as high as he dared against the Father. All of their voices sounded at once and it seemed their argument was heating up but static was drowning them out. It was impossible to make sense of the all out brawl with everything in such discord.

The shouting faded out as the signal was lost entirely and the two bunker mates were suddenly plunged into a discomforting silence. A heaviness seemed to blanket the space and, thankfully, Dutch decided to speak up first.

“Christ, kid!” He slapped a palm to his forehead, rubbing in complete bewilderment. “It looks like you’ve gotten yourself in some deep shit with the Seeds! I’ve never seen ‘em act that way. The hell did you do??”

All the color had drained from her face and she trained wide pupils on the perturbed man. “I don’t know.” A million thoughts raced around inside her head but no conclusive ideas were met. It was true the brothers had always acted strange around her, despite her actions constantly hindering the Project. Countless of cultists had been murdered, her own hands soaked in their blood. That in and of itself should’ve been undeniably irredeemable but, apparently, it was not. Those Seed brothers sure were something else. She hated to admit it, but, they impressed her time and time again and it would be a lie to say she never thought sweetly of them. As sickening as it was, it was the ugly truth that plagued her mind like a dark curse.

Before any more of the situation could be discussed, the device sparked to life once more, catching their attention effectively.

“Oh, deputy,” John sang out in amusement, saccharine playfulness thick in his voice like honey, “Why don’t you answer us? I think you’ll be overjoyed to hear what we’ve decided!”

Rook and Dutch shared a startled look before continuing to listen.

Joseph hummed softly, the slight tune of Amazing Grace catching hold of him before melting away. “I’m very sorry you had to hear all of that. I don’t know what came over us! The solution was simple all along.” he resumed humming peacefully, having cleared every bit of turmoil between his brothers. “I quite like this new game you’ve introduced us too, little lamb.”

“Get on with it,” Jacob grunted impatiently, perhaps still clinging to a bit of bitterness from the squabble before.

The Father didn’t miss a beat, drawling onwards in that aura of tranquility he so often carried. “We will each make our own preparations. Jacob in the Whitetail Mountains, John in Holland Valley, and I in the Henbane River and then you will choose. Your home has always been with us, so I believe we will all be happy with whatever you decide.”

“Don’t make us wait too long,” John piped in urgently, not even bothering to mask the intense need harbored in his voice. “Because if you do...”

“We’ll just hafta come and get yah, kitten...”

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