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ctheathy · 2 months

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Hello, I hope you have a nice day! , I would like to request a headcanons of yandere nine x reader being kidnapped by doctor eggman

Yandere Nine w/ Darling who got kidnapped by Robotnik

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author's note: You, my dear reader, are all out for the drama and I'm here for it~!

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Possessiveness • Nine is so traumatized omfg- • Eventual PTSD • Age regression • Overprotective behaviour • Poor mental state • Paranoia • Emotional dependency • Trust Issues • Insomnia • Violence

Pfft. If Nine wasn't already considered severely unhinged before, he most certainly will be right now. Oh how much terror the fox would feel in the pits of his stomach, the horror in his eyes, the helplessness in his heart. He most certainly would have never allowed this to even remotely come forward if he were the one to be in your presence. But... he wasn't. The whole team would have felt this immense sense of hesitance and dread to even tell him about it, having noticed his attachment and emotional bond towards you... and when the words slip from Sonic's mouth, not ready to test the nine-tailed foxes’ impatience, he cracks. And not just any regular burst of anger, he has a complete mental breakdown.

Nine will be nothing less than a ball of angst and fright at this point, something which he desperately tried to cover up with an infuriated facade, despite his evident worries from your abduction. But none of that would matter in the end, because he'd behave completely berserk one way or another. He doesn't dare rest or waste time for that matter until he can hold you in his arms again. Likely as soon as they reach The Chaos Council to try and bring you back... Nine would not hold himself back, still taken over by his violent meltdown. Instead of trying to avoid the Council's eyes and enemies that are in the way, maintaining a low profile as he'd say, he releases all of that pent up malice.

Though he'd leave many of the his robotic opponents onto the grounds ...torn to scraps by the fierce abilities of his mechanical tails, Nine would be surprisingly merciful to any living mobian for the sake of getting answers on where you're being held hostage. Because remember; although venting out some of his frustrations during the fight was equal to his hostility towards those who just so happened to be in his way, this mission is not and never will be about assassinating every enemy he comes across for the sake of just hurting them. It's all just to release you from The Chaos Council's grasp, take you back to his workshop where you rightfully belong ...bring you back to him. An objective and promise he will never allow himself to forget ever again after seeing your frightened face and body.

Even after he does get you back to the team, and he will no matter the costs or sacrifices he has to offer. But although you're back home, safe.... His paranoia will continue to linger and remain at its highest. Though the wounds you obtained through your abduction will eventually heal, his trauma of your kidnapping won't for a very long time. The side affects seemingly starts off small through your perspective, and you probably wouldn't even know how much it deep down affected him. Especially as the amber fox just seems to want to stick closeby you, seeking for comforting reassurance and some guidance to get himself back on the right track, which you more than understand and accept with open arms.

But what if I told you that he just got much, ...much more insane and delusional than you may think after you got taken away like that. It was like a newborn kitten being taken away from its mother right after birth, one whom he'd desperately cry out to and crawl after. To Nine, it wasn't just the idea of losing that happiness of having somebody to care about, but this also re-activated his defense mechanism to his past trauma.

Kill or be killed.

Nine's whole mentality practically returns to that of his younger self, almost similar to an age regression... You'd probably also notice the changes in demeanor, how he's practically almost behaving like a juvenile again. Decisions are made more so out of instinct rather than rational, logical thoughts. Which, to you, is something completely foreign and out of character for Nine.

His overprotective impulses would kick in at full force and he'd be quicker to lash out, along with his pessimistic mentality and stress being multiplied in the process, which is something his already poor mental state is absolutely not emotionally capable of handling. Even with you just not being in his eyesight can leave Nine with severe anxiety. His emotions are quicker to flow over, resulting in either anger outbursts or crying... And he practically treats you as if you were actively dying from a disease, constantly thinking of and mentioning the “what ifs”.

There would be many restless nights where he wakes up in the middle of the night, teary-eyed after a dream vision or isn't even capable of drifting off into a slumber at all. The simple thought of you ending up hurt and scarred while he wasn't there to protect you keeps his nerves excessive and senses on constant high alert. Even just the consideration in itself can leave him in a condition of hysteria for the next half hour, unable to calm himself down. These sudden exchanges of panic making you realise just how inconsistent it is, as Nine was usually known as collected, self-assured... in control of the situation. Something you'd consider the other side of the coin of how he was operating at this very moment. A complete and sudden reverse swap in his very identity.

Making you pray... that this was a crutch you could hopefully help him grow out of

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envy-of-the-apple · 2 months

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Hey, is it alright if I put in a request for a yandere Connor, nines, and 60? Specifically, them falling over the same human? I'm not sure what the reader would do to get a frankly suspicious amount of connors into them. Maybe they can be.. An artist or something, that supports the revolution? (Also, if you could add some non-con in there, i'd die but like in a good way) thanks!

(Dark, manipulation, non con/rape, vaginal fingering, abuse of power, overstimulation, afab!reader)

(Yandere!Connor, Nines, Sixty x reader)

Biological

AU where Connor, Nines, and Sixty all work at the DPD. Connor gets adopted by hank and is now Officially Connor Anderson AND he's captain of the police force

Up until now, you always thought Officer Nines hated you.

You aren't a cop. And you consider yourself unqualified to hold anything above a water gun. Regardless, your work rehabilitating androids requires you to visit the precinct often: gathering evidence for abuse, and testimonials from victims. Anything you can get your hands on to ensure the client your boss takes on will get the help they need.

It'd make sense that you'd get recognized eventually. Officer Chen greeted you with a simple head nod these days. Detective Sixty was a little more crude, preferring you call you petty nicknames with a sarcastic lilt in his voice.

Captain Anderson ("Conner," he'd insisted on so many times, his LED spinning a pleasant blue, "Just Conner is fine") would be more friendly. The RK800 models may look the same but no one ever mistook one for the other. Captain Anderson was kind, the only one of the models to take on a more human name. Whenever you stayed at the precinct a bit longer than you were comfortable with, he often volunteered to walk you to your car.

But Officer Nines just stared. Eyes tracing your footsteps until you were out of his view and even then you would feel it. He had to dislike you, you always thought, there's no way he couldn't.

At least, that's what you assumed until his lips met yours in the darkness of a closet.

"Pay attention." Detective Sixty's harsh voice broke through your head. He was here too. Between all the chaos, your struggle, you'd stopped to notice two sets of hands had grabbed you into the tiny room, shutting the door as soon as you stumbled through.

"Humans can't see when the light is so low," Officer Nines mused. He had moved to your neck now, tasting your skin. A large hand was covering your mouth, most likely because you screamed too loudly for their taste.

"It's instinct to be scared," the way he spat out the word felt so condescending and spitful. As though he were looking down on you. In a way, it made sense. Who were you compared to metal and wires?

In the end, his argument helped you. The lights flickered on, letting you finally see them. Nines was at your front, his synthetic hair brushed against your jaw. Sixty's hands were gripped along your waist, traveling longer and longer.

You didn't want to think what this was.

"Officers?" your voice was a squeak, barely a sound, "Please what's going-"

Nines' teeth scrapping over your neck makes you snap your mouth shut, curling into yourself. He's the opposite of biology, but his tongue feels so animalistic on your skin, leaving a wet trail. You tremble in their hold. Sixty gives a mean laugh.

"Come on, you can't be that stupid, can you?" He huffs in your ear, nibbling on it, making you jolt, "The big guy here has always wanted a taste. You'll be nice enough to give him one, yes?"

Nines gives a noise of disapproval, pulling back to watch you. You've never seen his gaze so soft before. Hands wipe the tears on your face.

"As if you weren't more desperate," Nines hums, affectionately kissing the corner of your mouth when you start shivering, "You'd still be following around like a lovesick puppy."

Sixty huffs at that, muttering something you can't pick apart.

It's not quite a smile, but Nines' eyes look satisfied when he kisses you again, exploring your mouth with the same softness. It makes sense why. They're not human. You can't hurt them, no matter what they do to you.

Sixty proves it by catching both of your wrists, pinning them behind you as he continues to shuck off your pants, revealing your cotton panties.

Nines pulls away when you start begging again, more delirious, more desperate.

"Don't-don't-" you can barely spit them out, the terror sinking into your tone, "I-I don't-"

He hushes you. It's not quite a frown on his porcelain face, but it's enough to depict how unsatisfied he was with your behavior.

"Don't worry," he says, low, almost like he aims to comfort you, "it's simply biological for humans to enjoy sex."

He says it so flippantly, as though it was a fact. The sky is blue. Fire is hot. They were going to fuck you and you were going to like it.

You flinch when he goes to touch you again, a hand trailing down your neck.

"Looks like this one doesn't like you anymore," Sixty sniggers, palming your ass through your panties, "maybe you should step out. Let us have some alone time."

Nines gives a full frown that time. His disapproval bleeds into his actions.

Nines is a lot less gentle on your clothes. The button-up you were wearing is no match for his strength. You yelp when he rips it open, buttons fly and bounce away. You're pushed further into Sixty's hold, something the Detective readily accepts.

Lithe fingers delve underneath your panties, busying themselves with your pussy. You twitch under his hold. Already your body reacts, despite your disgust, your fear, your dignity.

It's simply biological for humans to enjoy sex.

They were wrong. You didn't enjoy this. You didn't fucking want this. You opened your mouth, fully intent on screaming. Were any of the officers still here? Captain Anderson often kept a late schedule, right?

A hand clamped down on your neck, causing your voice to stagger, stop. Despite your fear, common sense kicks in. Nines would have no problem snapping your neck if you provoked him.

A single look from him is all you need to curl in on yourself. Your will to fight leaves as soon as it arrives. You sink back into his hold.

"See?" Sixty croons in your ear, finding your clit, "Doesn't it feel better when you just give in?"

You sob, it's a pathetic whimper, barely getting out of your throat. Despite your clear struggle, your body gives up immediately. You can feel your pussy grow wet as Sixty continues his assault on your clit.

You gasp when he finds your pussy, one finger pushing into your sopping hole as his thumb rubs circles on your clit. There's a hint of pain, and then Nines kisses you again. It feels like a distraction. It feels like a punishment. Somehow, it ends up being both.

By now, his fingers have left your neck. He grasps your bra, pulling the cups down to squeeze your tits. There's a skillful push of Sixty's fingers, and then you're moaning into Nines' mouth.

"Such a pretty body," Nines sighs when he parts when your lips. He glances down, flicking at your nipple, watching as they harden under his attention. "So reactive as well."

You hiss, arching your back as Sixty delves a second finger, positioning them deep inside you.

"Oh, you're close, aren't you?" Sixty sneers. "I can feel it."

You shake your head, but it'd be nothing but a lie. You can feel yourself slowly tipping over the edge.

When you come, it's nothing but devasting. Smashing you on the ground, shattering you. The only reason you don't collapse is because Sixty hadn't stopped moving inside you, yet.

Your pleas change, begs for him to stop because it hurts now. Sixty pays you no mind. He's more focused on the android in front of you, the one who watched your orgasm with haunting blue eyes.

"Well, big guy?" He asks, pulling his fingers out, "You said you wanted a taste, right?"

He doesn't waste a second, dropping to his knees. Every part of Nines is inhuman, his mouth especially. You keen at the temperature when his tongue dives into your folds. So hot, almost burning.

Nines eats you out like a man starved. He's pulled the panties off of you, the scrap of fabric abandoned on the floor. It's wet, messy, but the overwhelming pleasure of it forces you to toss your head back against Sixty's shoulder, whispering out your pleas through stilted moans. He plays the good cop this time, humming praises and coos into your neck, until you're cumming for the second time.

Nines relents when your thighs are shaking, close to giving out entirely. When he lifts himself up, he's wiping his lips away with the back of his hand. He doesn't break eye-contact with you, not as he starts unbuckling his pants because why would you think they'd stop at just ruining you?

The door swings open, catching all three of you off guard. Nines reacts the quickest, covering your mouth before you can scream. You can only stare into the Captain's brown eyes.

He really does look like Sixty when he's frowning. So far, you've only seen him giving soft smiles.

He's out of his uniform. That should have been your first sign.

"Gentlemen," he says, eyeing both Sixty and Nines before his gaze lands on you. His LED spins yellow. You can't even imagine what he's thinking. That his two best officers could do this.

And yet, the evidence is right in front of him.

"Cap'," Sixty responds.

That should have been your second sign. How casual they were about being found out.

"You're late." Nines says and you suddenly have this horrible thought that you weren't about to be saved.

Captain Anderson lets out a laugh, shaking his head.

"You were always much more impatient than you let on," he chides, brown eyes raking over your heaving body, "some of us had work to do. Why do you think no one heard you despite the recuss you all made?"

Nines lowers his hand from your mouth. Sixty leans into your ear. "He means you." He whispers but you can only stare at the Captain, his soft face, unassuming features.

You flinch at the hand caressing your cheek, but Captain Anderson doesn't bother. He traces a finger across your face, gently collecting the tears.

"Have they been nice to you?" Connor asks as though he can't see himself, "I'm sorry I wasn't able to get here before. I'll stop them if they go to far again."

You can feel Sixty's grin slice into your neck. Above you, Nine's is muttering something. You can't focus on any of it. It's all mush, sludge as the Captain's face remains eerily soft.

You must have forgotten. These weren't deviant androids.

They were rotten men.

"Captain-"

"I keep telling you over and over again," he sighs. The door shuts behind him. He smiles.

You think the worst part is his LED: A circling, calm blue.

"Call me Connor."

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aphroditelovesu · 10 months

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would you be interested in writing a jake peralta angsts kinda like jake saves reader form something maybe??? if not possibly a yandere? please and thank youuuu

❝👮‍♂️— lady l: it took a while but it came out! I don't have much practice with angst, but I tried it and I hope you like it. Forgive me for mistakes!

❝tw: anxiety, panic attacks, mention of murder, my poor attempt at angst.

❝👮‍♂️pairing: yandere!jake peralta x female!reader

❝—👮‍♂️word count: +1,6k ❝👮‍♂️tag: @flowercrowns-goodvibes

You were in danger. You were in danger. You were in danger.

Jake's mind was just that, you were in danger and it scared the shit out of him. What had gone wrong? It was supposed to be just a simple undercover mission to catch a powerful drug dealer, but it all ended up going wrong.

What had happened to you?

Jake nearly passed out in panic when Captain Holt told him he'd lost communication with you, a big sign of trouble. You were supposed to be in contact with them all the time, but you stopped communicating and… Now none of them knew what happened to you. Were you alive? Hurt? By God, Jake will kill whoever hurt you, he was sure of it.

''Jakey'' Boyle's voice called to him, Jake looked at his friend and saw the concern on Charles's face. ''We will find her.'' He tried to reassure him, but even Boyle wasn't sure. The chances that you were murdered were high, although you were a well trained detective, there was always the chance, but he would never say that to his best friend. No one would say, everyone knew how obsessed Peralta was with you and knew how he reacted when it came to you.

''We will.'' Jake's voice was serious and full of hate. He was going to find you and he was going to punish the damned criminal who dared to try to hurt you.

Charles nodded and hugged Jake gently who returned the hug, but soon pulled away. ''Holt is trying to locate her and so is Terry. Soon (Y/N) will be with us again.''

Jake nodded calmly and something about that calmness startled Boyle. Why was Jake so calm? He knew his friend and he was scared to ask. Charles was never afraid of his friend, he revered and adored him, but something in Jake's eyes made him afraid. Almost like he was planning something and it wasn't something good.

''I will continue to work on the case. I'm going to visit the crime scene where she disappeared. I need to focus on finding her, because if I don't I am going to freak out.'' Jake finally said more than three words and sat down at his desk, the desk he shared with you. He mumbled something and smiled as he looked at the picture of the two of you together that he had placed next to his computer. You looked so happy.

He tried, he really tried, but he couldn't concentrate. Worry and fear seemed to eat him alive, his heart racing in panic and his mind conjuring up images of what could have happened to you or what you could be having to put up with right now.

Jake cringed as he remembered the gunshots that had echoed through the microphone you had in your ear to keep in touch with the 99.

[..]

You had to come back soon.

Everyone had agreed to that. Jake was freaking out and everyone around him. Nothing seemed to calm him down and the entire police station seemed to be affected by it, hampering the searches.

They all loved you. They were a family and you were a part of it and everyone was worried too.

Captain Holt and Rosa were the calmest ones, or at least they tried to remain calm, but he was also out of their mind with worry. Amy, Terry and Boyle just didn't freak out because they knew it wouldn't help anything, but Jake… Jake looked so distraught that he couldn't eat, drink and couldn't take his face away from the evidence they had found.

After searching the crime scene, they were able to find a few things that could lead to you. Or at least that's what they hoped, but Jake wasn't going to sit around waiting for the lab results.

Time was crucial and he wasn't going to waste it. Not when your life was in danger.

So he made a decision. A decision he knew he could regret for the rest of his life, but it wouldn't matter, not when he had you safe and sound in his arms again.

Jake sighed at the thought of the phone call he had received an hour ago and he felt trapped. The deal he had accepted was dangerous, but that was all for you.

''Jake was sitting at his desk, hunched over it, repeatedly reading the files on the drug dealer who had you. His name was Maximus Rodriguez, a notorious drug lord who had his petty dealers act for him and he had you. Jake clenched his fist in anger at the thought. Fuck.

Maximus was dead and so was his entire operation.

He grabbed his cell phone when it started to ring, an unknown number popping up on the screen. He frowned but accepted the call and a high pitched voice began to speak.

''Detective Peralta. What a pleasure.'' The voice said bored. ''Looking for your sweetheart?''

''Who is it?'' Jake asked irritably.

''You don't need to know my name. Yet. But you can call me Maury. I have information that I believe may be of interest to you.''

''Information?'' Jake was attentive. It was obvious this was about you and he was so desperate he would do anything to get you back.

''I know where your precious (Y/N) is being held and I know who her captors are.'' Maury said and Jake was sure the man was smiling.

''… What do you want in return?''

''Straight to the point? I liked. No big deal, I want you to agree to do a simple job for me in exchange for getting your (Y/N) back. Sounds fair to me.''

''What kind of work?'' Jake questioned suspiciously.

''You'll find out when the time comes. Do you accept?'' Jake mumbled a drawling ''yes''. ''Very good. Now pay attention…''

Jake knew where you were and had informed Holt that he had started to prepare to break in. He was asked how he got to know where you were, but Jake lied saying that the drug dealer's criminal record had hidden and useful information.

Nobody questioned him. They didn't believe it, of course, but Jake's look of despair and hatred was so great that they didn't dare question it further.

The focus was on bringing (Y/N) back. All that mattered now was her and he was willing to do anything to get her back.

[…]

The cops were in place and the SWAT team was preparing to break into the warehouse where (Y/N) was apparently being held. They were preparing for an ambush. It's always good to be prepared for anything and Holt had his detectives ready in case something goes wrong. It was a dangerous rescue mission, but everyone would do their best to retrieve (Y/N).

''We're going to count to 10 and go inside. Get ready.'' Holt said, getting into position.

''Right. Let's get on with it.'' Rosa grumbled and grabbed her gun, bracing herself for the chaos that could ensue.

''1, 2, 3…'' Holt started counting and everyone got into their agreed positions. Jake was by the door with one of the SWAT guys and he was shaking with anxiety and rage. ''…9, 10!''

The door was broken down and the police entered the warehouse. They were prepared for a firefight or something, but none of it came. They looked around and Jake sobbed when he saw you. You were tied to a chair, gagged and looking at them in fear and relief.

''Take a look around.'' Holt commanded and the others obeyed. Jake and he came running to you, pulling the ropes and gag out of your mouth.

As soon as you were released, you found yourself hugged tightly by Jake, who began to shed tears of relief onto your shoulder. ''You're alive…'' He sobbed and looked at your bruised face. Yours lip was a little swollen and there were small cuts on your cheek. Jake kissed your cheek gently, not wanting to aggravate any injuries.

Jake didn't let go of you for the next few minutes, clinging to you and whimpering. You didn't let go either. Finally relieved to see him again. Not when you feared you might never see him again and just the thought of it made you grip tighter.

A team of paramedics arrived to assess you and you were taken to the ambulance, where they treated you. Jake, of course, didn't leave your side, eyeing the paramedics suspiciously. You squeezed his hand gently and he kissed your head.

''I was so scared…'' Jake muttered, squeezing her hand tightly.

''Me too…'' You said, lightly stroking Jake's hand with your loose fingers.

''I'm never going to let you out of my sight again, understand?'' He was scared, very afraid that something like that would happen again and he wouldn't let it. He would hunt down your captors and kill them one by one. You would never be taken from him again.

''I love you.'' He uttered and you smiled, he bent down and placed a light kiss on your lips, very carefully to not hurt you.

''I love you too, you idiot.'' You laughed and laid your head against his shoulder as Jake sat down next to you.

Jake finally felt calm, you were where you belonged, beside him. He would find the bastards who hurt you and they would regret ever being born. He kissed your forehead gently. You were everything to him.

He knew he had to keep his end of the bargain, but he'd think about that later. You were more important and he would deal with the consequences later.

''I won't let anyone hurt you again.'' Jake swore, looking into your eyes deeply and you knew he wasn't lying.

It was a promise. An oath.

#yandere brooklyn nine nine #yandere b99 #yandere brooklyn nine-nine #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #jake peralta #jake peralta x reader #yandere jake peralta #yandere jake peralta x reader #imagine #imagine angst #i mean i have tried

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thecuriousquest · 10 months

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Yandere Kurama Headcanons

Yandere Kurama x Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulation, blood, cutting with claws, controlling behavior, sex, overstimulation, sadistic tendencies, worshipping tendencies

***Yes, I am aware of the fact that this is a fox. Yes, I am fucking embarrassed about having a crush on Kurama. If you don’t like it, don’t read it. This is my blog.

Checkout my Master List here.

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Honestly, I think it would depend on which Kurama we’re talking about. I’ll start with pre-redemption Kurama and then end with post-redemption Kurama.

Pre-Redemption:

🦊He’d be a total sadist. He’d claw at your body, wanting to see you bleed for him. He’d also be down to kill anyone that made you cry, even if he loves your tears. He’s only allowed to make you cry damnit!

🦊He’s a horny bastard who just wants to punishment fuck you all the time. This fox is insatiable. Round after round, he’s pulling orgasms from you left and right.

🦊Please, whatever you do, don’t make pre-redemption Kurama mad. It’s not the best idea. Even though he is completely infatuated with you, he’s not afraid to make you cry. He’s not above putting you through pain. He really likes to slice up your back with his claws, it’s his favorite way to punish you. Unless you like bleeding a lot, I wouldn’t recommend pissing him off.

🦊He’s a manipulative son of a bitch, so he’s going to use your insecurities against you. He’ll make you believe that you’ll never be good for anything other than being underneath him. He’ll force you into isolation, making you believe that nobody wants to be around you.

Post-Redemption:

🦊He’d be a worshipper for sure. Oh, you can bet your ass he’d drag one of his rather large claws over your curves. He’d smile a sharp tooth grin, showing off just to be intimidating.

🦊He’s a rather gentle lover. He can still be intensely passionate, but he has to keep your safety in mind. This is why more often than not, he’ll take things slow and make sure the pace is alright with you.

🦊He’s never raising a paw to you. No matter how mad you make him. He still has a temper, but he knows that one push, no matter how light he thinks his strength is, could potentially kill you. That’s the LAST thing he wants. He would rather yell at you about how dumb you were being than have to cradle your corpse in one paw.

🦊He will never punish you. He doesn’t see a reason to. After being sealed away, being forced into body after body, he sees freedom as something everyone should have. This is why I can’t exactly see him kidnapping someone.

🦊Now, he is still a cunning fox, so the most he’ll be is manipulative. Your social life will slowly start to decline, and the next thing you know, you’re spending all of your time with him and nobody else. He’ll take such good care of you that you won’t even mind.

#naruto #naruto shippuden #kurama #nine tailed fox #naruto kurama #triggering content #triggering themes #yandere #yandere kurama #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere headcanons #choke me daddy #spank me daddy

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domxmarvel · 1 year

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Smut bingo (Closed)

I’m finally re-opening my inbox for smut request I took a break for a while so I’m trying to get back into it. please check my Guidelines & who i write for before sending a request. You are allowed to combine slots (Maximum 3 per fic)

(Please keep in mind that all characters are aged up)

Crossed out= Taken

Needy+ Mirrors/Windows Tamaki amajiki x Gender neutral!Reader (Afab)

Heels+ Office sex+ Roleplay Rosa diaz x Female!Reader

Leash+ Merfolk+ Cock warming Sidon x Female!Reader

Praise kink Jack howl x Female!Reader

Lingerie Rosa diaz x Female!Reader

Vibrator Jade leech x Female!Reader

Lipstick Vil schoenheit x Female!Reader

Bite + Cat ears Hawks x FTM!Reader

Blindfold+ Fangs Lilia vanrouge x Female!Reader

Threesome + Strap on Loid x Female!Reader x Yor

Size difference+Handcuffs Tamaki amajiki x Male!Reader

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yandere-wishes · 3 months

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With who would you ship yourself in MHA? 👀

@yandere-romanticaa

Omg, it's been a hot minute since I dabbled in MHA… But let me crack open the vault real quick.

So first off, and this should be obvious…

Dabi! The reason I started the show in the first place!! This boy's Frankenstein aesthetic had me swooning from the moment I saw a GIF of him!! And unconventional colored flames that probably symbolize a deep-seated trauma!! YES!! I honestly think we would make a good couple, kinda like Frankenstein and his bride (in a romanticized way), we'd have the Goth BF x Lolita GF vibes which are a bonus. I also get the inkling we'd share the same taste in music (Chase Atlantic, Neighborhood, Mr.Kitty)

Shigaraki is next and tbh I don't really know when I feel for him. Just that at one point he was all I could think about. I think it's something about his twisted legacy and conflicting nature that has rendered him into a decaying amalgamation of hate and misplaced ambitions, that really gets a girl's heart beating out of her chest, you know? He was always like an odd species that I came across in the backyard one day and had to analyze under a microscope. Desperate to learn his fundamentals, to unravel his soul. Understand him in the same way an archaeologist longs to understand the past.

I think our love is something like that of an obsessive scientist and her new discovery. Chaotic and all-consuming yet so frail and feeble to onlookers. A tame fire that leaves one utterly devoured, yet still longing for more. I think we'd be pretty good for each other.

NINE! He appeared in one movie and I was SO obsessed with him!! I had a countdown for when his movie would release. I remember for my 16th birthday we went to the fancy movie theater in town just to watch this guy on the big screen. And then all my friends burst out laughing when he died at the end. Ultimately my 2 month long craze over him died in that dark movie theater. TBH I don't really think we'd make a good couple, maybe just a casual fling or some hookups when life gets tough/boring. Nothing serious yet still a fundamental part of each other's lives.

Finally, we have Bakugo, the love-hate relationship I had with this guy was crazy. I was so madly in love with him one minute and the other I just wanted to suffocate him!! IDK what it was he was just so irritating and lovable at the same time. Another relationship that wouldn't work out. I don't even think he'd notice me in school and I'd just be in the corner secretly hating him because he has the perfect life. Popular, lots of friends, good grades. Even if we were in UA together I still don't think we'd end up together. Maybe a slight nod of acknowledgment in the halls one time when he's in a particularly good mood. But that's about it.

Now that I'm revisiting my tween crushes, I got a fun little au for Bakugo.

Imagine being Pro-Hero Bakugo's mistress. Just his girl on the side. For whatever reason you can't be together in public, you'd ruin each other's images. I think the reader kinda wants to ruin Bakugo's life just because she hated him in middle/high school. But Bakugo becomes too infatuated with her to let her leave him. Somehow they both end up destroying each other's lives. Yet ultimately Bakougou couldn't be happier.

This was such a long awnser🤣🤣

#mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou katsuki #yandere bakugou #bakugou x reader #dabi #shigaraki tomura #nine #yandere #yancore #askbox

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yangoodomens · 5 months

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GOING TO TAKE REQUEST

Hello! My name is Jett, I am a writer and artist, I have decided to take request here are my rules

WILL DO -

Yandere

Fem reader

Masc reader

Gn reader

Fluff

Romantic or platonic

Angst

WONT DO -

Character x Character

Character x Oc (for writing)

Smut

Pedo stuff

Too much gore

Too much Murder

Etc. have decency you reptilians

What I will write/draw for

Sonic - any variation

TMNT - most variations

Hermitcraft

Empires Smp

Good Omens

Hannibal (2013)

DNI IF -

Rasict

Homophobic

Ableist

Or just a generally disrespectful person in general

THANK YOU, I hope to hear from you soon

- Jett

#yandere #yandere sonic boom #yandere sonic #yandere sonic prime #yandere knuckles the echidna #yandere knuckles the dread #knuckles the echidna #tails the fox #miles tails prower #tails nine #sonic and tails #yandere x reader #rise of the tmnt #yandere hermitcraft #yandere empire smp #good omens x reader #hannibal

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yandereaffections · 1 year

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Detroit Become Human Masterlist

Connor (RK800)

“Just give into me, love”

Headcannons

“Im doing this for us.”

Short S/o

Oblivious S/o

High maintenance/hard to impress S/o

S/o wanting a super romantic date

Scary Movie

Nines (RK900)

S/o on the Dark Web

Stalker

Shy S/o

Gavin Reed

Little HCs

Ralph

#28 STAB WOUNDS #ill never not like that joke #detroit become human #yandere detroit become human #detroit become human imagines #connor x reader #yandere connor #rk800 x reader #yandere rk800 #nines x reader #yandere nines #rk900 x reader #yandere rk900 #YANDEREAFFECTIONS GOLDEN MASTERLIST #last updated 3/3/23

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sweaterweather-247 · 2 years

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The Threat

Yandere Rosa Diaz x fem reader

Summary: You’re dating Rosa Diaz and it’s great but dating a cop has is dangers, when a mafia boss threatens to take you from her, Rosa puts you in a safe house but after a while you suspect there’s no real threat at all.

2070 words

Tw: yandere stuff and catcalling

You and Rosa have been dating for almost a year and things are going great, Rosa really likes you and you once heard her mumble “I love you Y/n” while she sleeping, she denies it though.

Sometimes Rosa can’t come to dates or comes home late and you understand because she’s a cop and being a cop means long hours. Rosa always makes it up to you though. Sometimes you want to be mad at her for being late but you can’t because you don’t want her to feel upset.

Ever since Rosa started dating you the more she realizes that Brooklyn isn’t safe for you, you’re a woman and gross men always catcall you and Rosa does beat them up but she’s very close to a suspension, she needs a way to keep you safe.

Rosa wants to tell you to stay inside until she gets home or don’t leave the house without her but she knows that's crazy… she needs a reason to keep you inside without you being suspicious.

“Hey, gorgeous! Want to ride something else?” The gross man yells as you get off of Rosa's motorcycle. “That's it!” Rosa says and starts to walk over to the man but you grab her arm. “Rosa, you can’t! You’ll get suspended!” You plead.

That's not enough, you need to be protected and this man needed to be taught a lesson. Rosa walks over to him and punches him in the face and takes his arm and twists it behind his back.

“Don’t you ever talk to my girlfriend like that ever or any other woman, I am a cop and will put your ass in jail for the rest of your life!” Rosa shouts at him and lets him go.

Rosa walks over to you and kisses you on the lips in front of everyone and then walks you to work. Rosa is later called into Holts office and Holt is not happy.

“Rosa, another complaint from a man you assaulted today, You have many complaints and you are suspended for 6 months.” Holt tells Rosa.

“I was hurting someone who catcalled Y/n, I did the right thing.” Rosa responds.

“No you didn’t, you’re not supposed to assault someone if they haven’t committed a crime. I’m disappointed in you.” Holt says. (Remember how holt lies)

“Whatever, I did the right thing and I protected Y/n.” Rosa says and storms off.

Later that night at your apartment, Rosa finally has a window to keep you inside forever and safe forever. She’s off for 6 months, thats enough time for her plan.

You and Rosa are watching a movie late at night and you’re curled up in her arms and she’s holding you tightly.

“Hey Y/n?.” Rosa says. You look up at her. “Yeah Rosa.” You respond. Rosa sits you up and you try to get back in her arms but she pushes you away.

“Y/n this is serious, remember how I told you about a mafia boss Diana Gallo? She threatened to hurt my family.” Rosa says.

“Oh my god, are they in witness protection?” You ask.

“Yes but I need to protect you too, tomorrow we’re going to a safe house, you’ll be there for a while and don’t try to fight me on this.” Rosa sternly responds.

“I won’t I promise.” You say.

You cuddle back into Rosas chest unaware that Diana Gallo doesn’t exist and was just a ruse to trick you into going to the safe house.

The next day you pack your bags and get in a taxi to the safe house. After a few hours of driving, you and Rosa get to the safe house, it’s in a neighbourhood where the houses are like 100ft apart from one another.

You enter the safe house and Rosa immediately closes the blinds and locks the doors. Rosa takes you down to the basement where there’s a bed, a mini fridge, a couch, and a TV and there’s a small bathroom.

“This is your new home for the next little while until Diana is caught.” Rosa says.

“Thank you for keeping me safe.” You say.

Rosa hugs you tightly and she’s so happy that you feel for her plan, you’re never leaving here ever, she will have to go back to work in a couple of months but she gets to spend time with you.

“We can binge watch some shows we’ve been talking about!” You say with excitement in your voice.” Let me set up my laptop…” you say.

“No devices. Captain Holts orders, I can get some DVDs for the TV.” Rosa says.

You’re a little upset that you can’t have internet but you don’t want to challenge Rosas rules because you know it’s for the best. You put your phone and laptop in a locked box.

“Here are the rules, you are to stay in the basement when I’m not here, when you’re upstairs you are to stay away from the windows and doors. No talking late at night and no yelling or trying to get me to change the rules.” Rosa says.

You agree to the rules and Rosa puts on a movie for you both. It sucks that there’s no wifi and your only human contact is Rosa but at least you get to spend time together.

Rosa is so happy that you fell for her plan and now all she has to do is make you disappear. Phase 1 is done.

After a week of Rosa cuddling you and hanging out with you, she says she has to go back to work. After she leaves she goes to an abandoned house and texts all of your friends

‘Hey, I’m going off the grid, I need a break from social media and people, don’t know when I’ll be back ily.’ Rosa texted that to all of your friends and herself and your parents. Phase 2 was done.

Phase 3 was waiting to see if a missing person case would open up, Rosa could fake your death if she wanted to.

You spent all of your time watching movies and TV shows and you missed the out doors, you missed your friends and it’s been 2 weeks.

10 weeks later a search party is called, Rosa is only 3 months into her suspension but it’s lifted because everyone needs her help to find you.

Luckily she paid the taxi driver to tell the cops that you went the opposite way you went, Rosa has your blood and hair so she can fake your death.

After 2 weeks of searching people start to give up and Rosa decides to put your parents worried at rest and fake your death.

Rosa plants your hair and blood with a dead body she found and she later “found the body” a week later.

15 weeks being in the safe house and you’re getting copped up, this sucks and you want to see your friends and family, you decide to ask Rosa to let you outside for 1 hour.

When Rosa gets home, you go up to her and kiss her, you worked up the courage all day to ask her for some outdoor time.

“Rosa, I’ve been here for almost 4 months I’m getting tired and I need some time outside to feel alive again.” You plead.

Rosa is pissed at you and immediately slams you against the wall and holds your face in her hand and glares at you.

“You knew the rule and you broke it, I told you it’s not safe and I’m not loosing you. There is a threat on your life and until I say you can go outside you stay inside.” Rosa shouts at you.

You’re scared, this wasn’t the Rosa you fell in love with, she was hurting you and this is your breaking point, after you were free from the safe house, you and Rosa were done.

“Stop stop stop please!.” You beg. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Rosa let’s go of you and you fall to the ground, you catch your breath and you can’t look at Rosa right now. Rosa bends down and strokes your hair.

Rosa picks you up and brings you to bed and holds you close, she had to do that even if it meant you become scared of her, she needs to be dominant and show no mercy.

The next day Rosa leaves early but leaves you breakfast. You don’t want to eat it but you’re scared that Rosa will get mad and force you to eat it.

You finish your meal and put a movie on, the TV won’t work and you hit the side of it but the movie doesn’t play instead it’s live TV and you look in horror from what you see on the screen.

It was you your name and everything.

“Y/n L/n was found dead last week after a 2 week search to find the missing women. She was last seen exiting her apartment and hasn’t been seen since. L/n sent texts to her friends and family explaining she needed a break from life but her parents got worried and filed a missing persons case.” The women on the news says.

“WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK!” You scream.

You calm down and try to think why you’re dead and who sent those texts. Rosa.

“Ok maybe Rosa had to fake my death so Diana couldn’t find me.” You say.

You now start to remember when Rosa was telling you about how evil Diana was and how she was the one case the 99 could work on.

When you entered the precinct one time months ago, there was no pictures of Diana and no one was talking about her. Did Rosa make her up?

That night when Rosa came down to the basement, you hugged her and kissed her like she didn’t slam you against the wall and yell at you.

Later that night when you two are in bed facing each other and playing with each other’s hair, you decide to ask her.

“Any news on Diana?” You ask.

“Nope, the squad is working so hard to get her so you can come out of the safe house.” Rosa lies.

You decide this ends tonight, you’re going to confront her about Diana and her lies and whatever she says it ends in you breaking up with Rosa.

“The TV wasn’t working today and I hit it and the live TV came on and there was a news segment saying that I was dead but I was missing first.” You tell Rosa. “Is Diana real?”

Rosa pins you to the bed and sits on your chest and glares at you.

“How dare you accuse me of something like that! Thats it no more TV. I had to fake your death I had to.” Rosa shouts.

“Is Diana real? Don’t lie to me I hate liars.” You respond.

Rosa gets off of you and you sit next to her. There’s no excuse for what she’s done.

“I made her up, I needed a reason to keep you safe and this isn’t a safe house, it’s a regular house, our house.” Rosa says.

Every single emotion runs through you. Anger at her for keeping you here. Sadness because your friends and family think you’re gone. Fear of what Rosa was going to do to you.

“Rosa here’s what’s gonna happen, you’re going to let me free, explain to the press why I’m alive and then we’re done and you’ll never contact me again!” You confidently say.

Rosa laughs, why was she laughing?

“You’re not breaking up with me and you’re not leaving,” Rosa responds.

You run for the door but Rosa grabs you and pins you to the wall and glares at you.

“You’re mine now, I’m not letting you free. There are alarms on the door if you try to escape, there’s an electric fence around the house and you’re not leaving anytime soon.” Rosa says.

“What makes you think I’ll comply?” You ask.

“Because I’ll beat you if you try to escape and I have many many punishments for you.” Rosa says.

You start to cry because how will you escape her?

“Don’t cry love; I have rewards for you as well, including going outside and getting TV time. And some bedroom things.” Rosa says.

Rosa hugs you and you hesitantly hug back knowing you might get beat up if you don’t hug back.

Rosa loves you so much and is willing to do anything for you except for letting you leave.

#brooklyn 99 x reader #rosa diaz x reader #rosa diaz #Rosa Diaz x you #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn nine nine x reader #rosa b99 #b99 x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #female yandere

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lyssak09 · 1 year

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GUYS I MADE TWO BROOKLYN NINE-NINE GIFS. EVERYONE APPULD ME

Jake/Andy's reaction to the pigeon just makes me combust 💀

I got my creativity back recently! So I'm hoping to get some OC headcanons and requests out soon.

Also Knee Update: I started PT on Friday, I did really well since I had a pretty good muscles from my very first round of PT in 2021. So I might and hopefully, and will, recover quickly movement wise. But since it was a revision and they shoved a camera in my knee the pain will be worse and last a while 😃. Other than that everything is good so far! @flowercrowns-goodvibes for always checking in on my, especially during my recovery! Love you 💙 (GO CHECK HER WRITING ACCOUNT @noellawrites HER YANDERE CONTENT IS 😘👌)

#brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine gif #brooklyn 99 gif #gif #b99gif #andy samberg #yandere jake peralta x reader #jake peralta

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ctheathy · 6 months

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Hiii May I request for Nine x Sweet Seedrian Reader? Yandere or not im okay with any! Thank you for all the tails variety content its v much appreciated

Yandere Nine w/ sweet!seedrian!Darling

Nine x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Short Concept

Author’s note: Good day, Nonnie =))) tried my hardest to get creative with this concept, especially as I headcanon the counterpart foxes [Nine, Mangey and Sails] into sometimes having visions of the memories the original Tails held.

Nine/Reader [Romantic Tendencies]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Delusional mindset • Illusions • Mention of Cosmo’s death • He views the core memories that belonged to Tails as hallucinations • Nine’s isolation

What a complex scenario you're in ... Seedrians are known to be quite the rare and valuable characters, their species being infrequent among the environment as a whole and especially when it comes to Nine’s dimension. It is an absolute miracle you haven't been taken in as a captive yet and even managed to meet Nine in the first place, regarding his hidden agenda and isolated workshop from the community. As soon as you cross paths with the fox, the interaction is going to be quite similar as it would usually go. We have Nine trying to reject any offerings of friendship all while being sarcastic and demanding for answers in the process. He just doesn't understand... He's behaving absolutely intolerable towards you and he knows it. He constantly gives you the cold shoulder and snarky attitude towards the smallest acts of kindness you provide.

But in a way... Your sudden appearance to him sends him in a constant state of deja vu. He might behave coldly towards you, but your kind and optimistic behaviour. It sends him in a complete daze whenever even a few words leave your lips. Almost as if his mind is filled with memories that don't belong to him. You remind him of someone he has seen among his daydreams and fantasies. Thoughts that also seemed to belong to another... Certain visions slipping into his mind of another seedrian he has never even met before in his actual life. One who has died within his own mind literal years ago.

...Cosmo ?

Your arrival starts to freak him out ever so slightly. He's had dreams of a similar creature that looked just like you... And you seem to hold similar characteristics too, as well as your kindness and generosity. He cannot help but compare you to the mere picture of the one pleasant memory he has formed in his own fantasies. Illusions he believes to have created for his own self benefit and to prevent the loss of his sanity due to the isolation he faced. He'll start to question your existence and become hesitant with his behaviour towards you ...almost seeing you as if you were a Godsend created just for him in order to save him from his own loneliness.

Nine tends to assume the information he's seen among his illusions as in truthful to your own history, not getting the fact that you both are two separate seedrians. He's always viewed Cosmo as some sort of angel back in the day when she used to corrupt his dreams. And now he cannot help but expect you and hold you accountable to fill that same void as she used to before her eventual demise. Nine tends to grow more attached to you due to his aspect of the truth between realism and the simple illusions he's had in his past. And despite his desire for a realistic point of view, he is quite frankly just determined to believe that you are in fact that same seedrian as the one he's always considered emotional support, that you came back to life in order to protect him from his dreadful fate.

And he will keep you to fulfill that mere hallucination of his. Even if it's against your will.

#sonic x reader #sonic the hedgehog x reader #tails x reader #yandere tails #sonic the hedgehog #nine tails #tails nine #nine the fox #yandere nine #nine x reader #yandere sonic prime #sonic prime x reader #sonic prime nine #sonic prime #yandere nine x reader #yandere tails x reader #yandere sonic #yandere sonic the hedgehog

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merakiui · 2 years

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[9] 𝔹𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 & ꜱᴛᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ

yandere!xiao x (gender neutral) reader cw: modern au, yandere, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, kidnapping/captivity, dark/obsessive thoughts, implied stockholm syndrome, brief mentions of murder/death previous chapter → [bitter & dry]

Xiao shouldn’t be alarmed by Ajax’s obnoxious way of inserting himself into everyone’s business, especially when there isn’t a single place he belongs, but this most recent curveball has left him reeling. It’s a gross feeling, one that sinks like a stone in the pit of his stomach and remains no matter what he does to rid himself of it. He can’t bother finishing the rest of his meal and is eternally grateful when Zhongli requests the bill instead of ordering dessert like Ajax suggested. Despite the afternoon sun hanging in a cloudy sky, a creeping cold has settled under his skin, fueling all of his worries with its ferocious chill.

One fact has become as transparent as the cleanest sheet of ice: Ajax is a threat he can no longer ignore—a shadow who now stands before him rather than behind.

He contemplates a variety of scenarios on the way back to the office, dull, uninterested eyes hiding a plethora of macabre thoughts. If Ajax is observant enough to keep a mental image of Xiao’s handwriting and nimble enough to swipe his grocery list when he isn’t paying attention, what else can he do? That picture he took doesn’t depict two people getting into an argument and hugging it out, and Ajax knows that. He’s intelligent—that much is obvious. If Ajax isn’t going to strike him down like any normal person would, what else will he do? What could he possibly gain from meddling in Xiao’s life like this? If he plans to tell Boss Zhongli—if he tries to use this as leverage to get closer to his secret—it will spell doom for the secret paradise he’s immersed himself in for months now.

He’ll really kill him if that happens.

“I’m heading out early.”

Xiao blinks and suddenly the once sparkling sun has dissolved into the horizon in a lapse he hardly noticed.

“Do what you must,” he mutters, eyes never leaving his computer screen. The spreadsheet glares at him with its columns and rows, data sets twinkling like analytical stars in a white space.

“It’s not healthy to overwork yourself.”

“It’s not healthy to force unnecessary suggestions on others.” The sharpness that lines his words is unintentional, but he does nothing to make that distinction clear. Xiao inhales a deep breath, holds it, and then releases it. “Just go home. You’ve done enough work for today.”

As if acting like a child is the equivalent of a long day’s labor.

Ajax leans against the doorframe, arms crossed. “I was only joking. Earlier at Wanmin, I mean. I don’t really know what your handwriting’s like, nor do I have any special interest in it. I was hoping the jokes would loosen you up a little—make it more casual.”

Well, it didn’t, he wants to say.

Xiao rubs circles into his temples to ease the encroaching migraine.

“You worry too much.” He chuckles at his own remark. “Who cares if a prickly guy like you enjoys sweets? Everyone has a sweet tooth, yeah? Don’t take it to heart.”

“Sure.”

“Then are we good? I just wanted to clear that up.”

“We’re fine.”

“Cool. I’m just trying to make this internship as fun and fulfilling as possible. I hope you’ll understand as my senior.”

Xiao peers at him and for a split second he envisions twisting a wickedly sharp knife into his stomach. “I understand.”

Ajax flashes him a tiny smile. “Then I’ll be on my way. Have a good night. Don’t work too hard.”

His steps echo down the hall, growing increasingly faint until he can’t hear them anymore. And then, moments later, the distinct sound of shoes squeaking on the linoleum floor invades his ears. Ajax pokes his head back inside, his expression brightening like the windows in a haunted dollhouse.

“I almost forgot!”

Xiao raises an eyebrow.

“I’m not sure if anyone came to your office today, but they’re starting to get a headcount of everyone who’ll be attending the party at the end of the month. Boss Zhongli and I are going. You should come, too!”

“I’m not interested in parties.”

“But it’ll be a good time, and we can use it as an opportunity to get to know each other better. At least give it some thought. You never know; you might just change your mind.”

Xiao stares at the space where he once stood. Silence envelops the room.

That will never happen.

It’s half past ten when Xiao finally forces himself to stop. He shuts his monitor off, gathers his briefcase and jacket, and locks the door on his way out. As he walks down the hall, he admires the lights from other nearby buildings and it faintly reminds him of a jar with foil taped over the mouth, individual holes poked into it with a toothpick. There’s a person in every window—someone working, drinking and eating, living. All types of flavors reside in those boxes of light. There are people just like him—people going through the same daily routine. But unlike them, Xiao has a reason to endure this vicious cycle of mundanity. He has a special secret.

He carries on with his night, ignoring the illumination of hundreds of lives, and makes his way to the elevator after shutting off the rest of the lights in the office. Even if he’s overheard his coworkers complain about how creepy the building gets at night—at how empty and quiet it is—he’s found that he enjoys the peace. When the living contents of the room have been purged, he can allow himself the luxury of simple relaxation.

Crowds have never been his favorite. It was like that even when he was young. After his boss had rescued him and ensured that the horrible man would be prosecuted for his crimes, Xiao needed a lot of time and convincing to actually step foot outside again. Zhongli was patient. He never forced him—never once laid a hand on him unless Xiao was the one who came to him for physical touch. He respected his boundaries. He cared for him.

It was the beginning of spring when he finally gathered the courage to go outside. The ice had melted into reflective puddles and the flesh-numbing weather had slid away into dark, scary corners. Spring arrived with rain, comfortable temperatures, and the earthy scent of blossoming trees and growing saplings. Xiao had pressed himself against the window overlooking the fenced-in backyard, where a large ginkgo tree rose up from the ground, bare and lonely. Zhongli had approached him, a glass jar in one hand and a net in the other.

“Many creatures return to Liyue in the spring. It’s a time of rebirth and growth.” Indicating the jar with a shake, he offered Xiao a friendly smile. “Perhaps you would like to catch some insects? You can put them in this jar for observation before releasing them. How does that sound?”

Xiao turned to look at him, a single question festering in his yellow gaze.

“It’s very safe. Most butterflies native to Liyue are harmless. You’ll be all right.”

Xiao wanted to go out there, but his body wouldn’t let him. It remained rooted to the floor, and all he could do was peer helplessly out the window. He inhaled a shaky breath, steeling himself. There was a fence; he would be okay. And Zhongli would be with him.

His hands curled into determined fists. “I want to catch one for you.”

It was the first time Zhongli had ever seen an inkling of curiosity cross Xiao’s emotionless face. And for Xiao, who swung the net as if it were a weapon and stumbled through the yard with the intent to capture and release, it was the first time he had ever used his hands to cradle a beauty so fragile.

Xiao’s eyelids can barely stay open as he drags himself to the supermarket. He retrieves the crumpled list from his pocket, courtesy of Ajax’s ignorance, and scans each word. His secret’s handwriting is the only thing keeping him awake. Even the flowery doodles and incoherent scribbles are sweet. If he could, he’d have this work of art framed. It’s just too precious not to preserve.

He’s in the process of reaching for a box of cake mix when a sudden thump resounds from behind him. He pivots and immediately wishes he hadn’t.

Lying on the floor, pale-faced and sweating, is a young man with golden blond hair. Xiao blinks, rubs his eyes, and then blinks again. He looks between the man and the cake mix, as if debating which is more important, before bending down to get a closer look at him. Xiao pokes his arm, but he doesn’t stir.

“Hey.” Another poke. “Get up.”

It takes a few more insistent shakes and a louder inflection, but the boy sits up with a gasp, dizzying himself in the process. He stares at Xiao, bloodshot eyes narrowed in bewildered scrutiny.

“Am I bothering you?”

“You fell just now.”

“I did?” His eyes flick to the floor. “Huh... I guess I did.”

Is he serious? Xiao wonders, watching the man flex his fingers and then admire his surroundings. What’s up with him? He looks…not well.

Xiao rises from his spot on the ground and resumes his observation of the cake mix. It’s lemon raspberry-flavored. He’s not sure if he could tolerate such overbearing flavors, but if it’s what his secret wants he has no choice but to endure it.

“I’m sorry to ask this of you, but could you help me back to my place? It’s late and I don’t really remember the way… I hardly got any sleep last night and I’ve been putting up posters all day long. I’m exhausted.”

He stares at him, unable to determine his flavor profile. Disregarding taste, he realizes that the young man is sunshine in a polluted sky. Once bright and happy, he’s been reduced to a husk of a person—someone who has no need to keep track of things like time and health because he’s lost everything valuable in his life. He’s just a ghost in this world, gliding through each day without any purpose. Transparent and lonesome—a nobody.

Even though he wants to decline, he asks, “Do you live nearby?”

“Not exactly. If it’s out of your way, I understand. I’m just worried I’ll pass out again. I’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“I don’t know you.”

“I’m Aether.” He offers him a strained smile. “Now you know me.”

“I’m shopping, so I can’t.”

“I can cover the fee. Consider it remuneration for bringing me home. So how about it?”

Xiao doesn’t need his charity. He shouldn’t even entertain the idea of accompanying this man, not when he’s already spent so much time away from his secret. You’re probably worried sick right now, checking the time over and over as you agonize over his whereabouts. He doesn’t want you to fret.

“I’ll even carry some of the bags.”

“I don’t need your help.”

“But I do.” Aether inhales a rattling breath and shakes his head. “Sorry. I shouldn’t be so persistent. If you don’t want to do it, it’s fine. I can find somewhere to sleep until morning comes.”

As Xiao analyzes this blotted, gloomy star, it occurs to him that he’s seen him before. In the background, taping posters to lampposts and handing them out on the street. He’s certain he saw him; otherwise he wouldn’t recall his blond hair as it’s weaved together in a messy braid.

“Fine,” he spits, scowling. “I’ll help you.”

“Thank you. Really, I mean it. I’ll make sure to pay you back for this.”

“Don’t bother. I don’t need it.”

Aether ignores the ice in his voice and instead rises to his feet on wobbling legs. He grabs the shopping cart to balance himself and then gives him a confident thumbs-up.

Wordlessly, Xiao strides down the aisle to retrieve the rest of the items on the list. Sunshine incarnate doesn’t force any unnecessary conversation and instead chooses to observe with pursed lips, which is the only blessing to come out of this troublesome situation. Xiao supposes he’d rather deal with a lost soul like Aether than face Ajax and his unpredictable behaviors. Unlike his coworker, the man before him is a stranger and he does not have any inklings about where his secret is or what they’re doing. And knowing that he’s safe in Aether’s company is so very cathartic. For now, at least.

Aether’s hopelessness reminds him of himself and the days spent in cramped solitude. He knows firsthand what it’s like to witness the world shun you, forcing you to shatter your heart and dispose of its gooey contents for the sake of survival. He would know that better than anyone else, which is why he can understand Aether’s struggle. Sort of. Although sympathizing with him won’t erase the fact that he’s clinging to him like a barnacle, it does diminish the tension in Xiao’s shoulders.

By the time he’s finished gathering everything on the list and has paid the total at the register, he’s already yearning for the comforts of home. Work is one thing, but braving both that and shopping is another challenge entirely. Thankfully Aether isn’t as talkative as Ajax, and he only ever offers conversation if it’s a hollow observation or a direction towards his place. Xiao stands beside him on the train, watching the starved man sway in and out of consciousness. Like Aether, he’s also feeling drowsy after a long day. If only he could speed time up and arrive at his destination faster, there wouldn’t be any need for useless, candy-coated daydreams.

Despite the fact that Xiao is close to his secret—he’s your friend, according to you—he’s never actually stepped foot near your apartment. He certainly hasn’t been inside either, but when Aether fumbles with the keys and trudges inside the dark space Xiao is inclined to follow. He sets the groceries down on a table and stares at the walls, each one decorated with a collage of posters, cards, and small tapestries. There is life inside this place—a variation of clashing interests and hobbies. He can’t quite tell when Aether’s flavor stops and where yours begins, but it’s a healthy balance of sweet and sunshine.

Aether, who sets the bags he had been carrying at his feet before trudging over to a weathered armchair and flopping down, notices his curious stare as he admires the photographs strung up on the walls.

“(Name) is my best friend. Or was. Um... Well, you get what I mean.” Aether sighs to himself as he turns his gaze towards the ceiling. “We just…clicked. I was looking for a roommate and so were they, and one day we just started living together.” Inhaling a deep breath, he wrings his hands. “It's really tough.”

“What happened?”

“I…don’t know. The police think they ran away, but I find that hard to believe. (Name) wasn’t the type to just…give up and leave. Nothing’s come up yet in their search, so I keep putting up posters in hopes that someone knows something. But…”

“You haven’t gotten anything,” Xiao finishes, scanning a group photo of you, Aether, and some unrecognizable faces. Other friends, most likely. Pure elation radiates from the scene and Xiao’s lips quiver slightly when he spies how bright your smile is. “That’s unfortunate.”

“Yeah… It’s kind of hard to do much when you don’t have any solid leads.” Aether sits up and retrieves a mobile phone from the round coffee table. “(Name) left something a day before their disappearance.”

He beckons for Xiao to come over and he hesitates, holding your mirth-filled stare for a moment, before shuffling towards the chair. With nimble fingers, Aether swipes to the photo album and clicks on the most recent video. Dated nearly four months ago now, it’s only a minute long and showcases his secret in what he’s certain is their bedroom.

You balance your phone for the first few seconds before sitting cross-legged on the floor. After inhaling a steeling breath, you face the camera. “For the person or people who may watch this video, I’m already gone. There’s no need to look for me. In fact, I’d be happier if you didn’t.” A sheepish laugh squeezes past your lips. “I’m disabling the password lock on my phone so this video is easier to find and I’m hoping the first one who sees it is Aether. Just know that I’m okay where I am. I’m safe and I don’t plan on coming back anytime soon.” Your eyes wander to something off-screen and for a moment you seem to be trapped in thought. Eventually, your eyes fill with light and an odd smile claws at your face. “It’ll be annoying if I’m found before everything happens, so please keep your nose out of my life from here on out. Aether, I hope you find your sister and I hope we can meet again someday. I’ll treat you to a delicious meal when that happens. I promise!”

And then you reach for the camera and the video ends.

As if broken from a trance, Xiao blinks rapidly. “Where did they go?”

A foolish question, considering he holds the answer, but he asks it only to fill the gap in the air—a cursed void of silence that continues to grow and swallow, its darkness nearly reaching Xiao’s feet. If he can’t find the right words, Aether might suspect him and then the life he so carefully cultivated will wither and die. And if that happens, he will shrivel alongside it.

“I wish I knew.” Aether holds the phone against his chest, his eyes brimming with tears. When he speaks again his voice is subdued, an intonation laced with flat defeat. “I wish I knew…”

In the corner, the shadow perches on a shelf, its head cocked as it listens. Xiao plasters a frown onto his face and moves to grab the groceries.

How well do you know your secret? it seems to ask, burning holes into Xiao with wide, beady eyes.

Xiao knows you. He knows you well. And yet when he makes these mental affirmations, his chest clenches—a significant betrayal he pushes to the corners of his mind. Silenced for now but not forgotten. Never forgotten.

“Sorry, sorry. This isn’t therapy. What am I doing, burdening you like this? My bad.” Aether pops up from the cushions like a reanimated corpse springing from its grave. He sets your phone back on the table before turning to face him. With a sniffle, he wipes his tears and asks, “You need to get back home, right? I won’t keep you any longer.”

Xiao gathers the rest of the groceries, hanging them along his arms like a family of bats, and stands at the door. Aether holds it open for him, a gentle smile turning his lips upwards. His eyes are dull, uninspired, and like Xiao he is also starved of something.

Companionship.

“Thanks for helping me. Next time we meet I hope I’ll have a clearer head.”

He nods and without another word he steps out into the frosty night. The first flecks of snow paint the sky, pure and soft. Winter is just beginning to wrap its glacial arms around Liyue. He holds his hand out and watches as snowflakes gather on his palm, dissolving as quickly as a heartbeat.

There won’t be a next time.

His door greets him as it always does: silent, motionless, and unassuming. The peephole bores into his forehead when he sets the groceries on the ground and digs his key out of his pocket. Once the key fits into the hole and the door’s pushed open, he joins the shadows in the desolate hall. Inhaling the sterile scent of home, he drags the rest of the bags inside before shutting the door and flicking on the lights.

“I’m home.”

As if on cue, you come staggering out of his room, sleep clouding your eyes. You yawn, lifting your arms up in a satisfying stretch, and he notices you’re wearing an old shirt of his. A pipevine swallowtail is printed onto the fabric, a decal with so much life and detail that it’s almost tangible.

“Welcome back!” you exclaim, grinning. When he loosens his tie and shrugs off his jacket, letting an exhausted sigh slip, you frown. “Rough day?”

“It was nothing I couldn’t handle.”

“Oh, I have the cure for bad days! Do you have your phone?” He stares at you, eyes narrowed in suspicion, before nodding slowly. “Can I see it?”

“I suppose…” He produces it from his pocket and you snatch it from him. While he slips his shoes off, you scurry into his room before coming out with something clenched in your fist. “Is there a meaning to this?”

“You’ll see.” You plop down on the sofa and pat the empty space beside you. “Come on! Sit, sit! You’ll like this.”

Xiao hesitates by the door, clutching his briefcase so tightly that his knuckles whiten. The distance between the two of you feels too far for his liking, but he forces himself to take a step forward and then another until, eventually, he’s reluctantly sitting on the soft cushions. They depress under the combined weight. You’re holding his phone in your delicate hands, which now has a headphone cord plugged into the audio jack.

“You missed the sunset, so we couldn’t do this when the sky looked pretty,” you mumble. “But it’ll still work regardless of that. Here, put your password in.”

The phone is in his hands now and he types the code in with numb fingers. He passes it to you, gazing at the serene expression on your lovely face, and his chest is overcome with a bitter, burning pain. He’s certain it’s a side effect of today’s terrible events, all mixing together with his stress to create a disgusting concoction of paranoia and irritation. Even though he’s in his safe space with his secret, there’s a niggling sense of dread that’s starting to gnaw on him. His heart is the most affected; it beats out a sullen rhythm within his ribs, a steady, sad thrum that reminds him of snowy evenings and derelict cities.

Something’s being shoved into his ear and his thoughts are abruptly curbed. He jerks away, startled, and gives you a wide-eyed look.

“It’s just an earbud.” You point to the other one in your ear. “Do you like music?”

“I…don’t know.”

“Well, have you listened to anything enjoyable? How about a specific genre or an artist you really like?”

He blinks back at you. “I don’t have one.”

Your lips part in a dramatic gasp. “Then this is going to change your life.” You type something into the search engine and scroll through the various results, humming all the while. “When I’m sad or angry, I like to listen to music. It always does the trick and there isn’t any spell required. It’s its own type of magic. You just put it on and listen. Like this.”

After you tap on the video and it loads, a soothing melody begins to play. It’s unlike anything he’s ever heard before—so pleasant and calming that it temporarily replaces all of the bad memories of his workday with fond recollections of the time he’s spent with you. Like an enchanted switch flipping, the world brightens vividly and the pain in his chest slowly dissolves into a mere itch.

“I don’t see the point of—”

“Just feel the music.” Leaning back against the sofa, you reach for his hand and give it a reassuring squeeze. “Your imagination does the rest.”

Xiao glances at the phone lying in your lap and then eyes his reflection on the blank TV screen. It returns his puzzled countenance with furrowed brows.

My imagination?

He can’t remember a time when that did him any good, but when he listens to the way each instrument complements the other he’s put at peace. It’s as if everything in the world has aligned perfectly and there is no longer any sadness. Ajax melts away into the murkiness in his head, his boss’s helpful advice blends into the piano score, and the news reports about missing people and murders become nonexistent. All of this bitterness is broken into miniature shards, brushed into a waste bin, and replaced with sweeter feelings. If this is what happiness sounds like, he’d like to hear it for the rest of his life.

Xiao’s fingers curl around yours and he grips your hand. “It’s nice,” he admits once the song reaches its conclusion. “I don’t mind it.”

“I’m glad! I used to listen to this on my way home from work and sometimes my roommate would play it when he was stressed. Music really is the panacea for sadness, isn’t it?” As if overcome with nostalgia, your eyes glaze over with a forlorn longing. “I miss him. I wonder how he’s doing.”

“He’s fine. Probably…”

It’s far from the truth, but he can’t exactly tell his secret he was inside the apartment now, can he?

“Would you ever let me see him? I don’t want him to think anything bad happened to me.”

Xiao ponders it for a moment, weighs the pros and cons of it, and then shakes his head. “I can’t do that. It’s for your safety, so I can’t…”

You can’t see anyone else. You don’t need anyone else.

“I understand. It was a close call with your boss. Maybe one day?”

“Maybe.”

“I feel bad. I kind of left him without explaining anything. His sister’s missing, too.” Darkness scrawls itself on your face and from where he sits he can just make out the beginnings of a vicious glower. But as quick as it tainted your perfect face, it dissipates and a broad smile blooms freely on your lips. You jump up from the sofa after removing the earbud and handing it to him. It’s weightless in his hand, a stiff, lifeless thing. “We should probably put the groceries away.”

“(Name).”

“Hm?” You bend down to gather the bags. “What’s up?”

Xiao stares at you.

“What?”

“It’s nothing. Forget about it.”

“Okay? You know you can tell me anything, right, Xiao?”

“Right.”

“Then don’t hold back.” You tilt your head and the shadow mirrors your actions. He’s not sure when it returned, but it’s there and it’s watching. “I’d like to know what’s on your mind. I care about you, after all.”

“How much?”

“So much.” Humming, you stalk towards the kitchen. “Come on, then. These groceries won’t put themselves away, my friend.”

“I care about you, too,” he whispers, pocketing his phone before suspicion can devour him.

So much that it’s not natural.

next chapter → [bitter & classified cream]

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