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Sick, Sick, Sick
Summary: You and Mike have become really close and Eleven is seething with jealousy
Pairings: Yandere! Mike Wheeler x Reader
TW: Cheating?, Slight Angst
It kind of just happened; You and Mike getting close. You weren't trying to 'steal' him from Eleven, but that's how she was seeing it. When you thought about it, you guessed you could understand why she thought that.
You and Mike rarely had any conversation. Maybe the occasional 'Hello' or 'What's up?' but that was very rare. You were both paired for a project in your science class. It was a big project that was worth 65% of your overall grade. So, you two had begun to spend a lot of time together.
But nothing was going on. You were just hanging outside of school on the weekdays. It's not like you took up his time during school or weekends. Until, he did start hanging out with you on the weekend. 'I just want to get this project done quicker, so we have more free time.' You understood and part of you thought it was smart. But then things took a turn.
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Mike saw this as the best thing that's ever happened to him. He has had a crush on you for years, since he was a kid. Sure, maybe he had a girlfriend, but she could never replace you in his heart. He knew it was wrong and shitty, but he couldn't help the way he felt whenever you were near.
He couldn't stop that light feeling in his stomach when he saw you. He couldn't help the way his cheeks would brighten when hearing you talk. He couldn't help the knots in his abdomen when thinking about you. The feelings were overwhelming and they were starting to get out of control. He knew that Eleven could see it, but for some reason it didn't bother him like he knew it was supposed to. There was actually a part of him that was hoping she'd break up with him.
Thankfully, that moment came sooner than later. He and Eleven were sitting in his room and he was putting some notebooks and such in a bag. She looked at him, confused, before questioning his eagerness to get away from her.
"What are you doing?"
He looks up at her, surprised. He had momentarily forgot she was in his room. He looks away for a brief moment, before looking back at her. "Uh, I'm going to Y/n's tonight for our project. Got to finish all the notes."
"You've been spending a lot of time with her, Y/n."
He looks up, pretending to think, "Huh... Yeah I guess I have. Haven't really thought about it."
She frowns, glaring at him as he continued to get his stuff together.
"You barely hang out with me anymore."
He finally looks at her, really looks at her, "It's a big project. It's worth over 60% of my grade-"
"You've never cared about your grades before."
He rolls his eyes, pushing a hand through his hair, "You're just jealous."
She scoffs, taken aback, "Excuse me?"
"You're jealous that I'm hanging out with a girl that's not you-"
"So what if I am? I'm your girlfriend."
"Yeah, well maybe if you're so jealous another girl hanging out with your boyfriend, maybe you should find a guy who doesn't hang out with girls."
"Are you breaking up with me?"
He frowns, pausing his movements, "No.... But- Maybe we should take a break."
Eleven frowns, rubbing her eyes to try and stop her from crying. "If that's what you want." She quickly stands up, before leaving his room and slamming his door.
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"You and Eleven broke up?" You looked over the male, surprised. You had never thought they'd break up, because they were so close. They seemed like a perfect couple. Guess everything wasn't as it seemed.
"Yeah. Well, a break, but we all know that's just a nice way for breaking up."
"God, I can't believe it. You both were attached at the hip, especially a few years ago."
"Yeah...." He looks away, trying not to think about it. He didn't want to think about his crush on you. He had liked you when he first met you when he was 10. He remembered it so well; You were a new girl and he noticed you immediately, I mean how could he not? You were absolutely stunning and realizing this he knew you would never talk to him. He was a loser and you quickly fit in with the cooler kids.
"Hey, are you okay?"
He looks back at you, shaking his head, "Sorry did you say something?"
"The billboard, we need to put all the information on it and we should be done with this project."
Mike frowned when realizing your time together was about to come to an end. He liked being around you and without this project you would never even breath the same air as him, much less look at him.
"You know, when I first met you I thought you were mean."
"What?" He looked at you confused, as you put the billboard down and some markers. The bed dips under your weight and Mike can feel his stomach drop. "Mean? Me?"
You look over at him, blushing, before pushing some hair behind your ear, "Yeah. I thought you and your friends were so cool-"
"You thought WE were cool?" He scoots closer to you on the bed, his eyes widened as he points to himself, "Me?"
Your blush darkens, "Yeah. I wanted to talk to you, but I didn't think you'd want to talk to someone like me. I kinda thought you would think I'm... well... a dork."
"Someone like you? What?" He rubs his face and you can feel your ears darken in embarrassment, "We all thought you were so cool. We were-ARE losers."
"I don't think you're a loser."
He stops for a second, smiling at you, "Well- I don't think you're a dork."
You let out a chuckle, looking away from him, "Trust me, everyone thinks I'm a dork."
"Why would someone think you, the coolest person ever, are a dork?"
You blush, before getting off the bed and going under your bed, before pulling out a big box. "I hide this every time you come over."
He looks over at you confused, before you pull off the top. Inside are dozens of comic books that were in sealed bags. He goes to the floor, pulling out some of the comics, realizing some of them were collectibles.
"Oh my god? Is this the first issue if Batman?"
"It's signed by Bob Kane."
His eyes nearly bulge when seeing that it was indeed signed by the co-creator of Batman. "Oh, my god. This has to be the coolest thing in the world."
You blush, twirling a piece of your hair. "There's some other comics, like Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Daredevil, Some Marvel Comics and Teen Titans."
"Those aren't very girly comic books." He says it offhandly, not meaning anything by it, but when you don't respond he looks up at you, to see that you weren't looking at him and your face was downward.
"Yeah... That's kind of why I don't have them on display."
Mike is quick to backpaddle, "Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that. These are really cool. I've never met a girl that like comics."
"Well, it's not like girls can just walk in there." A shiver runs down your spine, "Those guys have never seen a girl." You shake your head, "We should probably get back to the project."
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His eyes follow your every movement. You had been quiet since showing him your 'secret'. Though, Mike didn't think it was an embarrassing thing. In fact, he thought it made you cooler in his mind.
"So... Comics huh?"
You don't look at him, just continue to write on the billboard, as he finishes the notes, "Yeah..."
He hummed in thought and decided to ask, "Do you know about D&D?"
He saw you freeze out of the corner of his eyes, before you slowly turn to him.
"D&D? Dungeons and Dragons the RP game where you create characters and play in a fantasy world?"
"Yeah!" He lightens up, forgetting about his project and getting closer to you.
"Nope. Never heard of it...."
"Really? Hmm.... That's to bad."
"Why?"
"Well, it'd be nice to get a new face in our D&D Games-"
"You play D&D?"
"Of course-"
"God, you are such a nerd," You chuckle, covering your mouth.
"Well, you're a nerd, too."
"I've never played D&D before, though-"
"But, I bet you just haven't found anyone to play with."
"Well, I'm looking at an anyone now, aren't I?"
He smiles, practically nose to nose with you, "Yeah... Yeah, you are."
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"And then she threw it on the floor and it blew out the floor," You laugh, shaking your head, as Mike listens intently.
The past two hours you both kept getting closer and closer, when you start whispering. It was as if you were both sharing secrets that only the two of you knew. It was like you were the only people in the world and Mike loved it.
"Oh? I bet your mother wasn't happy."
Your shoulders tighten, as you look away from him, your head leaning forward and you lean on Mike's shoulder. "She was livid. God, you should have seen it." You take your head off Mike's shoulder and you make eye contact with him.
You both stare at each other, before you both slowly lean in. You close your eyes as you feel his breath on your lips, nearly touching. It felt like a million years before he was finally on you, lightly kissing you. It felt like the graze of a feather, soft and silky. He pulls back, but only by a few inches, before kissing you again.
He couldn't believe that he was kissing you. He had liked you for so long and here he was, on your bed making out with you. If he told his younger self, he wouldn't believe it.
There's a loud smushing sound as your lips collide and mesh together. You feel his slender fingers grip your face as he continued to suck your face. As much as you were enjoying his lips on yours, your mind went towards El and you quickly pushed him off.
He looked at you confused, but before he could ask you what's wrong you ask him to leave.
"What?"
"Can you please leave?"
He's confused and he wants to ask you about it, but you aren't listening. You just keep telling him to leave. He's disappointed, but he listens and grabs his stuff. He wants to bash his head with a brick for his stupidity. He knows he fucked up, but he doesn't know exactly what it was.
You frown, still sitting on your bed, rubbing your face. You had no idea what you were supposed to do. Eleven already didn't like you and thought you were trying to steal her boyfriend and she wouldn't be happy if you had kissed Mike. Granted they were on break, as far as you knew, but you know you'd be mad. God, what were you going to do.
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Something A Bit More
Imagine:
Being paired with eddie and during the project you've expressed your displeasure with your boyfriend and wanting someone a bit more..... toxic.
"Oh I know what you mean like if you were mine I wouldn't even let you out my sight, I'll follow you home and make sure you get home safe I would make decisions for you and wouldn't let you hangout withother men unless you have my hickies all over your neck"
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Saccharine pt.2
Yandere Stranger Things characters with an overly sweet darling headcanons:
Characters: Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Jonathan Byers, Billy Hargrove, Robin Buckley, Eddie Munson
Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationships, delusional characters, manipulation, bullying, drug mention
Steve Harrington:
❤️ He would probably ask his darling out on a date once he notices their sweet attitude
❤️ Even if they don’t end up dating Steve acts as if they are
❤️ Would tell people they’re dating to keep them away from his darling
❤️ He’d always be super nice to his darling as well and do things that friends and couples do
❤️ Would be extremely touchy and clingy
❤️ Over-protective crossing into possessive behaviour
❤️ Since his darling is kind to everyone, including people who are rude to them or hurt them, Steve envisions himself as a knight in shining armour saving his darling
❤️ If his darling is uncomfortable around Steve, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Steve takes advantage of that
❤️ In his desperation to protect his darling, he would probably kidnap them
❤️ Even after kidnapping his darling, he would never be cruel to them and shower them with love and affection
Nancy Wheeler:
📝 Would become good friends with her darling due to her enjoying their kind nature
📝 After her break up with Steve and all of the crazy stuff happening in Hawkins that she’s involved in, she’d probably find comfort in her sweet and caring darling who has a normal life
📝 (If darling was male) She would only date Jonathan if her darling was dating someone else at the time
📝 (If darling is female or other) She would date Jonathan because dating her darling wouldn’t be socially acceptable
📝 When she dates Jonathan, all she can imagine is her darling and how her darling would act on dates
📝 Would sometimes slip up and almost call Jonathan by her darling’s name
📝 After the July 4th incident, she would check to see if her darling was one of the people who got added to the Mind Flayer’s physical form
📝 Once the Byers + Eleven move to Lenora, Nancy becomes a bit more clingy with her darling
📝 She would likely begin to try to manipulate her darling into having feelings for her
📝 After the events of season 4, she makes sure her darling isn’t injured in any way, shape or form
📝 When Jonathan returns, she pretends to be happy but is actually pissed off since he would be slowing or stopping her plans to finally confess to her darling
Jonathan Byers:
📸 First meeting would most likely be his darling felt bad seeing Jonathan by himself all the time and assigned themselves to be his friend
📸 His darling would offer to help put up posters for Will when he went missing which definitely warmed Jonathan’s heart
📸 During the entire duration of Will’s disappearance and death, Jonathan’s darling would probably be similar to an emotional support animal for him
📸 Eventually when Jonathan and Nancy start dating, he isn’t yet sure of his feelings for his darling but they’re solidified when he sees his darling kissing someone who isn’t him
📸 Throughout his relationship with Nancy, he would picture his darling in her place
📸 He’d stalk and take pictures of his darling without them knowing
📸 If they had a movie night and his darling fell asleep, he would sneak off to grab his camera and start taking pictures of their sleeping body
📸 When he moves to Lenora with his family, he would call his darling every day
📸 Would beg request his darling to fly over to Lenora to visit him during summer vacation or winter break or spring break, knowing that his darling is too nice to decline
📸 If he’s ever stoned around his darling, he’d accidentally confessed his true feelings for them which causes some tension that Jonathan ignores
📸 Even if his darling is uncomfortable around Jonathan, they’re so nice that they’d never bring it forward to anyone and Jonathan takes advantage of that
Billy Hargrove:
🚬 Definitely irritated by their sweet nature at first since they’d always be doing things like helping people with homework or handing out cookies and Billy takes that as sympathy, which he despises
🚬 If his darling begins giving him more attention than others, he’ll be pissed since he’ll think that his darling considers him weak
🚬 Would probably bully his darling for a while until their sweet personality grows on him
🚬 He’d then have others beat up his darling and he’d pretend to be a knight in shining armour then help patch them up afterwards
🚬 He has love-hate feelings for his darling since he despises sympathy but adores his darling’s care
🚬 After fights with his father, he’d probably go to his darling, wanting to be patched up, which his darling would do without hesitation
🚬 After a while, he’d love their kindness and crave their affection
🚬 But Billy would also be very jealous since his darling shows kindness to everyone, including people he deems unworthy of it
🚬 Billy would totally kidnap his darling using chloroform when his jealousy reacts it’s peak level
🚬 He would try not to be like his father but might actually hurt his darling during a fit of rage
Robin Buckley:
🎺 Robin would instantly be head over heels for a super sweet darling
🎺 Her darling would definitely listen as Robin would ramble about different subjects, which Robin adores
🎺 They’re probably in band together and Robin’s darling would visit Robin at Scoops Ahoy
🎺 Robin also listens intently to everything her darling would say
🎺 She probably has Steve try to help her figure out if her darling is sapphic or not
🎺 After the whole July 4th incident and Robin and Steve getting new jobs at Family Video, Robin and her darling’s friendship improves since they can spend more time together without Robin having to go somewhere to attend to a customer
🎺 Would accidentally confess her feelings to her darling in a ramble
Eddie Munson:
🎸 Very shocked at first since everyone considers him and his friends ‘freaks’
🎸 Would adore the kind attention they give him and even though he would never admit it, it’s extremely obvious
🎸 He would melt at their compliments about his guitar skills or the campaign he’s writing
🎸 He’d be super clingy and try to always have his darling around him
🎸 Eddie would love having his darling listen to him as he rambles about Metallica or other metal bands
🎸 Eddie would have his darling watch his band ‘Corroded Coffin’ practice since he knew they’d give supportive and sweet feedback
🎸 Would give his darling a ticket to every gig that Corroded Coffin has
🎸 He would do things that could be considered platonic or romantic, like wrapping an arm around his darling’s shoulders or holding their hand
🎸 If he did get really jealous, he’d probably drug and kidnap his darling
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little princess
yandere eddie munson
word count: 458
[princess is used as a weird form of endearment regardless of gender]
You were one of the popular people in this school. You made people laugh, you got good grades, and everything was somewhat perfect. But it wasn't like you were happy. You pretend to be this high-standard person with a high-status quo but it wasn't you at all. Your whole appearance was a lie, a scheme to cover up your true self. And you hated it.
So that's why you decided to go to the "freak" Eddie Munson. You've heard once or twice about him dealing drugs and you maybe thought that he would make things better, that the drugs would. But that was your first mistake.
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"Is that Y/n L/n? The Y/n L/n?" Eddie said staring you down with a goofy grin etched into his face. He always did creep you out. You would sometimes find him staring at you during different times of day, multiple times.
"I'm just here to buy drugs, Eddie. Nothing-"
"You know my name?" He immediately spits out while taking fast steps towards your figure in the woods.
"Of course I do. I'm not stupid." You replied taking a few steps away from him.
"Anyway let's just get it over with." You turned away from Eddie and started walking to the old wooded bench to talk about prices but you felt hands slithering across your stomach.
"Eddie what the fuck are you doing!" You exclaimed quickly trying to pry his arms off your waist but they only got tighter, securing their place around you.
"I've always wondered what you smelled like…" He practically groaned out as he sniffed your hair, his face digging into the crook of your neck.
"Oh, Y/n… I just love you so much. I was waiting so long for the day you would come to me. But I knew you would! And here you are my little princess…" You tried to squirm out of his grasp to escape or to do something but he was surprisingly stronger.
"It's okay baby, we'll live happily together!" And with that sentence, he took out a cloth and brought it straight to your nose and mouth, which covered your scream for help.
"Sleep baby, tomorrow will be our first date together…" He whispered as you let him carry your full weight as you were unable to find the strength to hold yourself up anymore. You tried to groan out in protest as if that would stop anything but you were growing too tired to do anything.
"Shh- It'll all be alright, my little princess. I'll make you feel all better." you let your eyes close telling yourself it was just going to be a quick rest, but the last thing you remember was Eddie's lips kissing your forehead before everything went black.
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Stick Together
Imagine: henry and eleven being yandere for you a nurse who worked with them and trying to run from them but they always find you.
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Hi Lila!💟 excited to read more yandere stories on here. Hope you are doing well! If possible can you do a stranger things character (you can pick your fav. character or characters) with a shy, introverted reader? Headcanons or a blurb is good. 🌻
— yandere steve harrington x gn! shy / introverted reader
★ ─── ! TW ! this will, of course, include yandere tendencies. yandere tendencies might include stalking, murder, kidnapping, and drugging. if any of these make you uncomfy, feel free to scroll past. i’m not responsible for your media consumption in any way!
★ ─── ! A/N ! hi pook pook 🥳 i’ve finally got motivation to write! this is the first thing i’m writing on this blog so pls give me constructive criticism.
steve is a very motherly type of person. he’s overprotective of you no matter how extroverted or introverted you are.
fortunately, you being introverted makes his job 10x easier. he wants you to avoid others and only make contact with him.
but there was one issue. since you were so introverted, it was hard for him to open up with you and befriend you.
not only were you introverted, but you were shy as well. though after some snooping and stalking, he was able to determine your interests.
this made him befriending you go way smoother. you were cautious when steve first introduced himself to you.
he had a reputation to be sorta rude at times. you weren’t sure if he was just doing a dare by his friends or not.
it was suspicious how someone as popular as him was out here talking to a secluded person like you. but you did end up becoming great friends!
his plan was working just like how he hoped it would! soon, you became dependent on him to defend you from bullies.
you didn’t want to seem overly dependent on him but you struggled to say something back or even fight back.
steve didn’t mind at all! in fact, he was over the moon that you were beginning to depend on him for protection.
it meant that you were beginning to find trust in him. enough trust to tell him about these bullies. enough trust to cling to him all throughout the day.
you soon stopped sitting alone in classes or at lunch. you sat with steve, jonathan, and nancy at lunch and with only steve during classes.
the ones you shared, at least. in classes he didn’t share with you, he constantly thought about you and your well-being at that moment.
once classes were released, he immediately made his way to your classroom to try and get to you before anyone else does.
steve soon found out where you lived after driving you home one day. he used that information for his own personal uses.
these uses ranged from stalking you whenever he felt like it, and picking you up for school or hangouts.
steve didn’t like how you had nancy and jonathan as friends but he knew he couldn’t bring himself to hurt his friends.
he just asked them about what you did during the classes any of them shared with you or if you had made any new friends.
they were his information outlets that he relied on for his own advantage. you never knew nancy and jonathan were telling steve about your life and day.
but what would you do about it? he only wants to look out for you and do what’s best for you. anyone who tried to befriend you only wanted to hurt you! why couldn’t you see that?
he wouldn’t resort to kidnapping you unless you somehow gained popularity among the school and constantly get talked to.
if he does kidnap you, he’s as gentle as possible with you. he doesn’t tie you up. he just locks you in a room that’s very comfortable and cozy.
steve wouldn’t tie you up unless he feels you’re plotting something or if you successfully escape and he finds you.
if he does catch you after running away, expect a lecture about how you’re putting yourself in danger.
just don’t say anything except an apology. if you cooperate with him, he’ll cool off way quicker and untie you faster.
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Yandere Eddie Munson Alphabet
Abduction, would they abduct their love interest if so when, why, and how? I can’t really see Eddie fully kidnapping his love interest, however he would isolate them and try to keep them inside all day if they lived together.
Birth, when did their obsession start? I think the yandere behaviors would kind of just come along with the romantic feeling which would likely occur after friendship. Eddie has been attracted to people he doesn’t know well but never having a full blown crush.
Crush, what would they do/feel if their love interest had a crush on someone else? He would be angry, not necessarily at you but at life and the circumstances that would lead to you being interested in someone else. He would also blame the other person.
Definitely, what is something they almost certainly would do? When your still friends but he has feelings for you he would definitely be clingy. Constantly following you, trying to get you to not spend time with other people stuff like that.
Envy, do they get envious of relationships their love interests have with others? Definitely, he’s very jealous because he wants to have you for himself. He’s scared that you’ll lose interest in him if you spend more time with other people because people tend to think he’s weird and avoid him.
Force, would they force their love interest to do anything if so what? Once in a relationship he would often force you to kiss/make out with him and be constantly touching you. I can’t see him doing anything explicitly sexual without consent though.
Guilt, do they regret any of their actions? If so, what actions? Many of his actions are from this kind of desperation to make sure you don’t leave/break up with him. He knows that a lot of his actions are unhealthy and bad but he tries to justify if in his mind with ideas that other people don’t care about you as much as he does or that he’s just looking out for you.
Hidden, do they hide their feelings if so from who? He is very open with his clingyness though most people just think he’s some weird asshole boyfriend and don’t think much about it. When alone with you he’s more honest with the “intense” level of love he feels.
Isolate, do they manipulate their love interest? Definitely, he doesn’t use more physical forces and is left with just convincing you with manipulative words.
Justice, how would they react if their love interest was being bullied and/or abused? Oh he would fucking lose it. He’s near definitely dealt with with bullying himself and would go bat shit if he found out you were dealing with it. He wouldn’t do anything drastic in front of you but if he knew who your bully was he would find them. He would likely threaten them and maybe assault them in an attempt to try to get them to leave you alone. He would do the same if you were struggling with abuse from a family member.
Kill, would they ever kill someone if so who and why? No. I don’t think he could ever get himself to do such a thing.
Lucidity, do they know their feelings/behaviors are unhealthy if so does that stop them? As stated earlier in the Guilt section, he knows threatening people and manipulating you into avoiding others to spend time with him alone is bad; but he thinks that his reasoning is justified.
Motivation, what is their motivation for their actions? He’s scared of you losing interest or leaving him for someone “normal” and wants to to just have someone to rely on.
Never, what is a hard core limit? As stated earlier he would never kill someone or harm you.
Often, what are some things they often do with/to their love interest? He honestly just likes talking to you/being around you. He tries to spend as much time with you as possible which leads to you guys doing a lot of stuff together. Stuff like sitting in his bedroom while he talks about D&D or trying (and failing) to help him with his homework.
Proprietorial, do they get proprietorial/possessive of their love interest often? Its not that he thinks he “owns” you its that he hates almost everyone and thinks most people have bad intentions with you.
Qualm, how would they feel if their love interest was scared of them? When he threaten and or assaults other people he tries to make sure you don’t find out. If you somehow do and start being scared of him he (tries) to reassure you that he wouldn’t hurt you or people you care about.
Reason, what are the reasons behind their obsessive behavior/feelings?
For years he’s had people think he’s weird and avoid him or outright hate him. A lot of his more unhealthy behaviors are based in trying to make sure you don’t break up with him.
Share, this is for various x reader fan fiction but would they “share” their love interest? No.
Trust, do they build a relationship with their love interest? He would first befriend you, develop romantic feelings for you and you would eventually start dating. Most of his obsessive behaviors don’t show until your already in a relationship.
Unmistakable do others take notice of their obsessive behavior? I think some of his friends would take notice of how clingy and partially paranoid he is but they wouldn’t think much of it. They would just think it’s Eddie being weird.
Violence, do they act violently towards their love interest? No.
Waspish, do they often show hostility towards their love interest and/or others? To you? No. To others? Yes. I already listed some of his actions towards others so I won’t specify here.
X, What is a random headcanon you have for this character as a yandere that wouldn’t be on this list? Whether their good people or not he would probably hate your parents. If their more protective they likely wouldn't like you dating a twenty year old drug dealer who has been in high school for six years and would try to either make you break up with him or minamize your time with him. If they are neglectful emotionally and/or physically their would be a lot of trauma their and he wold resent them for it. If their straight up abusive he and would likely threaten and/or assault them.
Also he’s likely taken picture of you and masturbated to it at least once.
You, what does this character go after in a S/O? He would want someone who genuinely liked him and enjoyed spending time with him so he wouldn’t go yandere over someone he doesn’t have a relationship with prior.
Zealous, how passionate are their feelings compared to other yandere's? In comparison to Billy (who imma do an alphabet of next) he’s pretty tame but is more intense than Steve, Jonathan, and Robin
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hi, could you write a yandere will byers?? i can just imagine him being so clingy
Yandere Will Byers
A/N: Hi there Anon! I didn't know if you wanted a fic or headcanons. i did headcanons for now but if you want an imagine just request! Oh, BTW anon list and tag list are both open! :D
Pairing: Will Byers x gn!reader
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I imagine that you are a friend of the party before all the crazy shit happend. The party became friends with you in kindergarten when you were sitting alone.
Your relation with them has always been really good and you had sleepovers all the time. Whether it was at the Wheelers or the Byers you guys always played DnD together. You got along with everyone in the party but especially with Will. You guys just had a special bond that no one could break. The teachers tried but failed horribly. "Y/N, why don't you go play with Tess over there?" "No, i'm drawing with Will!"
You guys started to hang out more often without the other party members and that bond just continued growing and growing. It came to the point where you didn't even need to talk for the other to understand what you meant. Very handy with tests.
When Will was taken you got affected the most by it. I mean your best friend just got taken away and now there is a girl from the woods in the basement of the Wheelers? It all didn't make sense but you just went with the flow. Not being alright with the fact that Will was gone obviously, crying in your bedroom quickly became a hobby.
When Joyce discovered that you could communicate through the lights you rushed to the Byers house. Talking to Will and getting comforted by Joyce.
When Joyce and Hopper went to the upside down you were at home. Not knowing that they were planning that so when he came back it was just disbelief on your side. He quickly ran towards you and held onto you.
From that moment things started to get a teeny tiny bit different.
Will started to hang around with you even more. If you thought it wasn't possible... WRONG! He spends almost every hour with you, being more protective and even following you to your house to make sure you're safe.
You just went with the flow because he did got taken to the Upside Down so you couldn't blame him right?
Let's just say that all the bad events from season 4 didnt happen and he still lived in Hawkins
When you joined High school he was still at your side scaring people who tried to come near you to become friends.
Some general Yandere questions:
Would he kidnap you if you didn't return his feelings? Maybe when he got older but current Will would never do it.
Would he kill for you? Maybe Troy, maybe some bad bad people but nothing dramatic.
What rights would he take away? The freedom of you choosing your own activities.( Mayeb i should do Yandere alphabets)
He would be very CLINGY INDEED.
I can't think of anything else right now. Might edit it later but for now Please follow, reblog or leave a comment! :)
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I Don't Wanna Be Your Friend, I Wanna Kiss Your Lips
Summary: Ever since the incident where Mike patched you up, things have been different. You didn't know how to feel or what to say, but everyone around you can see that you two have changed
Pairings: Yandere! [Aged Up!] Mike Wheeler x Fem! Reader
Tw: Enemies to Lovers, Nicknames
Pt 1: I Loathe You
Things were different now; You know, between you and Mike. You didn't know how to describe it, but it wasn't a bad feeling- but it wasn't a good feeling either. It was just... Well, weird, because you two had never gotten along. It was nice to not always be fighting though, especially at work.
"Hey, are you okay?"
You snapped out of it, looking up at Mike, who was looming over you, looking at you concerned. "Uh-Yeah- Yeah, I-uh yeah, I'm fine."
"Are you sure? You seem a little out of it."
"Yeah," You crossed your arms, avoiding eye contact with him, "Everything's fine."
"Your arm looks better." He reaches for your arm, lightly caressing the bandaged area. You pull back from him, which causes him to frown. He sighs, looking around the empty restaurant, before looking back at you. "Come on, let's close up and I'll drive you."
The drive was quiet... To quiet. You wanted to speak up, say something- anything, but the words couldn't leave your mouth. Everything you wanted to say stuck in your throat, practically burning your tongue, but it wouldn't come out. You looked over at him, but his eyes were focused on the dark road and that's when you realized he was heading in the wrong direction.
"Um, Mike, I'd hate to be a backseat driver, but I think you missed the turn to my house."
"We're not going to your house."
You frowned, looking around the car, before grabbing the door handle and looking at him a little confused, "What?"
He pulls to the side of the road and parks the car, before finally looking at you, "I just wanted to talk to you. You're acting weird."
"Weird? I'm not acting weird."
He frowns, turning in his seat, "I made fun of you when you dropped a person's drink and you just said 'Yeah, I should be more careful,' in a monotone voice."
"Monotone? That's a big word, huh?"
"See, like that. You said it in that voice. Did I do something wrong?"
"What?" You shake your head, "No- I mean, uh I don't know... This is weird, you know?"
"What's weird?"
Was he playing stupid? He completely took a 180 from how you used to act together in less than 24 hours. It was giving you whiplash. Maybe you were thinking about it too much? I mean why can't you two be friends? It just felt kind of rushed... You felt a stinging sensation on your arm and looked at the now bloody bandages. You grimaced, reaching for it smearing the blood on your fingers.
"Have you been changing your bandages?"
You look at Mike like he's grown a second head. He probably didn't seriously mean the question and it came out when seeing the blood. You tilt your head, before frowning, "No, Mike, I'm not. Why would I do that?"
"Sorry, it was a dumb question," He sighs while rolling his eyes. "Why is there blood though. Here, give me your arm." He doesn't give you a chance to even think about what he said as he pulls you towards him and slowly removes the bandages.
"Why are you taking the bandages off? You don't have new ones-"
"Actually-" He lets go of your arm, opening the glove box, and there was a wrapped bandage much to your surprise. "I do. Here," He grabs your arm back and finishes unraveling the bandage.
"Wow, I never expected you to be prepared."
"Well, when you're always getting attacked by monsters, you kind of have to become prepared for everything."
You were going to tell him he's changed, that he was different, but before the words could leave your mouth, there was a sharp pain in your arm.
"Your wound reopened."
"Oh, is that what happened?"
He glares up at you, before unraveling the new bandages. "It might have happened at work or something... You're lucky I had bandages."
"The luckiest." You sarcastically respond, which just causes him to groan.
He grips your hand and pulls you towards him. "I don't know why you're acting like this. I'm trying, like really trying. I want us to be friends and I don't want to fight with you anymore. Believe it or not, I do care about you... I just... uh, I guess I never realized it until recently. I wish you would stop trying to push me away."
"Well, it's going to take time to be friends. We've fought for so long."
He rubs his thumb against where he had gripped you, before looking towards his steering wheel, "Yeah.. Time. How can we be friends over time if you just push me away though?"
"I don't push you away." You try and justify, but you knew it was true. There was a part of you that was scared that he was just pretending to be nice, so that you'd let your guard down and he could make you into a big joke. "I just... How am I supposed to know you're not going to make me into some big joke."
"Oh yeah," He rolls his eyes, before pointing at himself, "I, the guy part of possible the biggest loser club in the world with a shirt that tells the world that, am going to embarrass YOU," He points to you, "A girl who has more friends than I've ever had. Even if I was, who would I embarrass you infront of? Everyone hates me-"
"Everyone doesn't hate you. They just think you're weird."
"Well," He turns in his seat, facing the wheel again, "Maybe I like being weird."
"Yeah, I've always liked that about you. You are unapologetically yourself."
You could see the small smile rise on his face and it made you smile to yourself.
He clicks his tongue, his eyes wandering the car, "You know... I've always liked your hair- and eyes." He quickly says, messing with his hands.
You tsk, chuckling under your breath, "I like your hair too, even if most people don't like mullets," You then reach around and grab his hand, "And your hands. God I love your hands, they're so pretty. And your legs. I like how long they are."
He laughs and you blush feeling slightly embarrassed.
"Man, take me home-"
"What, you don't want to tell me more about how much you like my body?"
"Not necessarily your body." You quickly back track and Mike makes a sound of offense. "I didn't mean it like that."
"Yeah? How did you mean it?"
"I don't know..." You laugh. "Now take me home, seriously. My dad's probably worried."
"Okay, Princess, whatever you want."
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Not my dumbass forgetting to add stranger things to my request list 🙄 Anyhoo, requests for that are open now!
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happy together |yandere!eddie munson x reader|
prompt: your and eddie's date at the hideout leads to uncovered pasts, from both of you. or part two of the yandere!eddie series.
contains: very dark fic! yandere!eddie. obsessive and posessive eddie. alludes to past violence, past relationship trauma, mean!eddie. parental trauma. alcohol. language. smut. oral (male and fem receiving), pinvsex. manipulative eddie. stalking. obsession. very dark. minors dni!!
“I’m not really sure I’m the right girl for this.” Nervous smiles, tugging at the ends of her sweater, a blonde ponytail bouncing with every turn of her head, scanning the room. “‘M not a big punk rock kinda girl.”
“Good thing it’s metal then, right?” Eddie grinned, knee bouncing on the wooden stool. “C’mon, they’re not gonna mosh you or some shit. Just here to listen to music.” If only he’d known then, that’s not why Chrissy was so nervous, why she pulled and twisted the sleeves of her sweater furiously, chin ducked to her chest the entire night.
“Hey, this is really good.” You giggled, the crystal trill of your giddy tone pulling Eddie out of his daze. There was no nervous blonde in front of him- no, there was an angel sitting across from him, giving him a bright smile that he was sure was melting him to his very core.
“Is it?” Eddie’s voice cracked, wobblier than he would have liked. His knee still bounced on the wooden stool, trying to down his beer so he’d loosen up, enough to not shake so much but not too much- he couldn’t risk getting too drunk.
“Yeah.” You nodded, tipping the rim of the martini glass to your lips, your lipstick stain printed on the rim. Eddie had never been so envious of a glass.
“Really good. Excellent choice.” You praised, leaving Eddie blushing under your sweet words. “What’s this called again?”
“Uh, a casio- no cosmo.” Eddie stuttered, fingers drumming on the sticky wood of the table top. “I’ll be honest, I just asked Katrina to make somethin’ good for you.”
“Well, my compliments to Katrina.” You giggled, sliding the glass towards Eddie. “You want a taste?”
His heart jumped, eyes focused on the lipstick stain on the rim. The thought of putting his lips where yours were, it was too much for him, sending his body into overdrive. “S-Sure,” Eddie swallowed, picking the glass up. His lips barely brushing where your lipstick was, casual enough that he hoped you wouldn’t see the tremble in his hands.
The vodka burned down his throat, singed his nose, swirling with the sweetness of the mixer. “Mm,” Eddie swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Shit, that is good.”
You grinned, hands brushing when you took your drink back, both of your chins ducking with nervous excitement. There was a pause, a dreaded fill of silent tension falling between the two of you.
Say something, Munson. Fucking say something, anything. But he couldn’t, he could barely form a thought. His mind cruelly wandered back to her, the night playing on a humiliating loop in the back of his head.
“So,” You saved him, head lolling sweetly in your hand, a little drunk, a little silly. “You know if you wanted to take me out, you didn’t have to switch shifts with Brenda.”
Eddie’s heart stopped, halted with thundering fear, body stilling. “W-What?” Eddie managed to squeeze the word through his tightening throat.
Your lips tightened in a smile, fingertips tracing over the wood table. “Brenda told me about how you took her shift.” You admitted. “That you probably did it so you could ask me out.”
Eddie’s cheeks flamed, the familiar ringing crescendoing in the back of his mind. Chrissy’s face morphing into yours, her look of horror and disgust taking over your own features. “I would never be with you, you’re a fucking freak! Do you hear me? Leave me alone! You’re a freak!”
“Sorry, I-I didn’t mean to- I just meant,” Nerves blossomed in your own veins, hands wringing under the table. “I-I meant, you didn’t have to take her shift. I woulda-” Eddie blinked, eyes still wide, rounded like he’d been caught. “I would have gone out with you anyways.”
Eddie’s body halted again, the raging screams of Chrissy, the deafening ringing in his ears, all stilled at your soft tone. “Y-You would’ve?” Eddie whispered.
“Well, yeah.” You admitted, eyes cutting sweetly up to him. “I mean, yeah, I would have. You’re always sweet, and nice, and funny, and- yeah, I would’ve gone out with you. I’m having a really good time.”
Eddie thought he might float away. His heart, his head filled with such a light, airy feeling that he’d gone positively boneless. “I-I’m having a good time too.” He ducked his head down, hoping you couldn’t see the rushing flush of red on his cheeks.
“How did you-” Eddie stopped himself, taking a breath so his mind could still. He couldn’t ramble, his ramblings got him in trouble, showed too much. “Did Brenda tell you?” Eddie’s knee bounced faster, trying to stop his hands from twirling his rings around, nervous fidgeting.
You smiled softly. “Yeah,” You nodded softly. “I mean, I brought up that we were going… out tonight. And she just kinda mentioned it.” You paused, looking down at your drink, twirling the black straw around the glass. An unsure pause filled the two of you, awkwardly floating around you in still uncertainty.
“She, uh- Brenda, she said she used to date your uncle?” You tried again, stomach flipping, filling with dread. This was a mistake, you’d hoped that cynical voice nagging in the back of your head would have been wrong.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, calculated breaths, deep in, deep out, trying to calm his jolted nerves. The long drink you took didn’t help, looking around at the other bar patrons awkwardly. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Munson, get your head out of your fuckin’ ass, and do this right! Planned this shit for weeks, and now you’re gonna fuck it all up.
“They dated for a while.” Eddie added, picking up his own beer. His hands shook when he lifted the bottle to his lips. “I, uh, I had just moved in with my uncle when they started dating.”
“Are they still dating?” You pressed, hoping to keep the conversation going.
“No,” Eddie shook his head lightly. “No, they broke up like years ago, but uh, she’s always been nice to me. Got me this job, so…” Eddie threw his hands out slightly, knee bouncing rapidly.
Your eyes cut away, back down to your drink, twiddling with the straw awkwardly. Eddie’s ribs were constricting in the tightness of his own chest, sure the bones were about to tear through flesh. His hands clammy, fingers swelling around the silver rings on his fingers.
“She, uh- Brenda, she was kinda like a second mom to me, after my mom,” Eddie’s throat tightened, eyes on the ring of condensation left behind by his beer. “After she passed.”
“Oh,” Your face fell, eyes rounding sympathetically- a look he’d grown so used to, but seeing it on your features didn’t leave quite the same acidic disdain in his mouth. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that.” Your teeth tugged on your lip.
“Yeah, it’s not- it’s fine. I mean, it was a while ago.” Eddie’s knee shook, sure he was rattling off the barstool’s laddering step. “Anyways, I went to live with my Uncle for a while a-and he was with Brenda. She’s always looking out for me.” Always, even when she shouldn’t, Eddie’s mind said what he didn’t, ringing loud in his thoughts.
“That’s good. That you have her.” You smiled softly, Eddie’s heart soared. “She’s really nice. I like working with her a lot.”
“Yeah, me too.” Eddie nodded, the tightness in his chest easing, even at the pause. “What about you?”
Your eyes met his with an unsettling suddency, wide and urgent. Eddie’s brow raised before he could still it. “W-What?” Your stuttering squeak piqued his interests, sending him soaring into bouts of curiosity.
“I mean, what about your family? Back home?” Eddie’s tone was level, an uneasy kind of calmness that left you consumed with vulnerability.
“O-Oh,” Your hands twisted under the table, picking the black polish that smudged over your cuticles. “It’s not much, honestly.”
Eddie nodded slowly, eyes scanning your features. The way you swallowed anxiously, chewing the inside of your lip. “Fucked up home life?” Eddie grinned playfully. Your eyes lifted back to him. “Sorry, that was- I’m just saying, I get it. You don’t have to tell me, but if you ever wanted someone to talk to, it doesn’t get more dysfunctionally fucked than the Munson’s.”
“No, it’s not that.” You shook your head gently. “No, I’m- I was really close with my family. I just, I don’t get to see them much now anymore.”
Eddie swallowed his words, the urge to jump and demand to know more, to scare you with his prying. He couldn’t do that, not again. Girls didn’t like that, he’d learned that.
Instead he stayed silent, watching you fidget around. “I-I moved when I was eighteen.” Your eyes stayed on the table. “I, uh, I moved with my… They didn’t want me to leave. They wanted me to stay and go to college. My dad really wanted me too, and-and when I didn’t… We just kinda lost contact?” The words tumbled out of you, lungs squeezing them out, wringing them from your chest like a soapy rag.
“I used to talk to my mom a lot, but… I don’t know. It got kinda weird, ya know?” Your own knee bounced now, eyes rounding to his, in a face that was all too familiar.
“My mom, she was just really hard on me. I-I don’t think she meant to be, but…” Visions of Chrissy’s same troubled face meshed with yours, her words ringing like sirens in his mind.
“Yeah, no, I get that.” Eddie swallowed, blinking hard to get her face off of yours. Insulting, Munson, comparing her to you.
“So, you don’t talk to them much anymore?” Eddie pressed.
Your head shook. “No, I-I mean I’m sure they would if I would call.” Your heart drummed in your ears. “T-They don’t know how to reach me, so… I’d have to call them, a-and it’s just a mess.”
Eddie’s spine tingled, icy pricklings of curiosity. Your parents didn’t know? Didn’t know you moved all alone? You said you were close, had pictures of them in your bedroom, but why? What weren’t you telling him?
Eddie didn’t pry, simply nodding, grabbing his beer. “No, I get that.” He nodded. “I get the messy thing.” You lifted your own drink, gulping down the rest of it, wincing at the burn of vodka down your throat.
Silence fell over the two of you again, a lingering awkwardness in the air that had Eddie’s stomach turning.
Whoever called alcohol liquid courage, might’ve been a genius; Eddie had decided that. Three beers in, his hand was on your waist, head banging and rocking with you in the middle of the crowd. Surprisingly full and packed tonight, Eddie was thankful, it broke up some of the uncomfortableness. It only took your two more drinks to fully loosen up, teetering on tipsy and breaking open a new side of you to Eddie that he was enthralled with.
Giggly and sweet and chatty and so touchy. You’d grabbed his hand, pulled him into the crowd, shoulders brushing and wiggling through the others to get near the front.
“They’re really good!” You screamed over the roar of the music, turning towards Eddie.
“Yeah?” Eddie yelled back, his hand still ghosting over your waist, the band of your jeans. “You like it?”
“Yeah!” You giggled, lips spreading in a wide smile. “I-I’m having a really good time!”
Eddie’s heart skipped, maybe stopped all together. He was thankful for the dim lighting, that his blush was hidden by it. “Me too.” Eddie’s voice cracked. “I-I’m having a really good time, too.”
You smiled, arms thrown around his neck in a sloppy, silly way that had his knees tightening, weakened under your smile. Your eyes flickering down to his lips, teeth catching and rolling your own. Eddie was sure you could feel his heart thundering through his veins, his own hands gripping your waist rigidly.
You were teasing him, playful, but agonizing. Head swaying in then back, closer and closer to him. Noses nearly touching, an almost brush that had Eddie’s blood rushing to his cock. Tongue running over his own lips, his head inched closer to yours, your lips barely brushing his.
“Eddie?” His body ran still, rigid at the voice.
“Eddie Munson?” Your lips fell in a pout, arms slacking around Eddie, slipping off his frame. Brows furrowed at the blonde in front of you, though she wasn’t interested in looking at you, eyes in a nearly challenging glare at Eddie.
“H-Hey, Tammy.” Eddie’s hands slid down your waist, shoulder moving in front of you. “What are you doing here?”
Tammy’s lips twitched in a fake smile that came off more like a snarl. “Jason knows the drummer. Plus, it’s half on buckets during the show.” Her eyes scowled over his frame. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”
Eddie’s heart stopped, a clammy chill blanketing his skin. “Yeah, hey, it was good to see yo-”
“-I haven’t seen you since you showed up at Chrissy’s place.” Tammy sneered.
You blinked, brows furrowed, trying to lean in to hear the conversation. Eddie’s body tilted, trying to shield you out of the way.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded, taking a slow inhale to calm his racing mind, spiraling at the memory of her, Tammy’s words, you behind him. The trilling ring made its way back into his ears, vision spotting with a black vinaigrette.
“So how is Chrissy?” Tammy’s eyes slanted in a predatory challenging glare.
Eddie swallowed, fists balling beside him. “I don’t know, Tammy.” He sneered through his own gritted teeth. “She dumped me. I’m sure you know that-”
“-Yeah, I heard that.” Tammy scoffed. “But what I think is so strange, is right after she packs up and leaves? To go stay with her aunt?”
“I’m sure her parents made her go to college up there. That’s all they wanted for her anyways.” Eddie snapped, much more territorial than he meant it to. Your heart dropped at his tone, the anger in his eyes, jaw clenched. Taking a step back, you moved back into the crowd, chest tightening, desperate for air.
Eddie’s eyes cut to you, stepping towards you. Tammy sidestepped in his way, blocking him. “Cut the bullshit, Munson. I know you did something to her.”
“What?” Eddie snapped. “Can you leave me-”
“-No. She moves and doesn’t tell anyone? You expect me to believe that? Buy that bullshit?”
“Maybe she didn’t like you, Tammy.” Eddie barked, eyes blown with a crazed anger that had her flinching. “Maybe you two weren’t as fucking close as you thought? Huh?” Eddie took a step towards her.
“And before you start accusin’ me of shit, why don’t you fuckin’ think about what you’re saying. You think her parents wouldn’t have called the police, led a fucking man hunt if she disappeared or something? Huh?” Eddie spat, heat creeping in a flush up his neck. His eyes cut to you, scampering towards the table, fumbling with your coat.
Eddie’s heart lurched, turning back to Tammy. Ears ringing, seeing red- red all over her, splotchy on his vision. Her eyes wide in fear she tried to hide, rigid and cowering in the crowd over his looming figure. “Thought you were supposed to be smart. Valedictorian or whatever.” Eddie sneered in a scoff, stomping away from her.
He tore through the crowds, uncaring of the huffs of anger or annoyance from the others. Tunnel visioned in a determined glare, set on you. You, spine stiff, stuttering steps towards the exit.
Ruined. Ruined, it’s fucking ruined. Fucking Tammy, ruined everything. Everything you worked for, Munson. It’s over. Done. Again.
“Hey,” Eddie took a bounding step towards you, heart hammering in his chest. Your shoulders tensed, not turning back. “Hey, where’re you going?” He tried to keep his voice light, void of the frantic tightness he was feeling in his chest. His hand touched your shoulder, pulling away when you flinched away.
Your eyes were blown, meeting his with a look of positive terror. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Sorry about that. She- We went to high school, and-and she was friends with my ex, a-and- Are you ok?” Eddie’s brows creased, cutting down to your trembling hands, shaking even in the tight knuckled grip around your jacket.
“I-I I need to go outside.” You stammered, chest constricting your airways. “I just, I-I need some air.”
“Ok. Let me grab my jacket and-”
“-That’s alright.” You said quickly. “I just- I-I’m sorry.” Your chin ducked to your chest, you tore through the crowded tables, the gathering at the bar towards the exit.
“Shit,” Eddie hissed, turning back to the high top you’d been sitting at, his leather jacket still on the back of the chair. He dashed towards the table, running through the bar, uncaring of the bouncer’s booming warnings, pushing out the doors.
The parking lot was empty, no sight of you on the wall, next to the other smokers, or by his van. Eddie’s hands went to his hair, fists balling around the hair there. “Shit, shit, shit.” She’s gone. You scared another one away, Munson. No, I-I can’t. It can’t end like this. I won’t let it. I could go to her house, I-I’ll go to her house- And do what? Break in. How’d that work the last time, you fucking idiot-
“Hey, man,” A bartender wearing the Hideout’s black tee called, smoke spilling out of his mouth with the words. “You lookin’ for a girl? She ran out here cryin.”
Eddie’s heart leapt, nodding furiously. “Yeah, yeah, did you see her? Where’d she go?”
The man nodded around the corner. “I asked her if she was alright, but… She seemed real upset. Didn’t want to make it worse.” His eyes rolled over Eddie’s figure. “You might wanna go check on her.”
“I will. Thank you. Thank you.” Eddie’s legs felt like jelly, numb with every bounding step on the graveled pavement. He rounded the corner of the building, hearing you before he could see you.
A shaky exhale, ghosting with the hint of a cry. He found you, back against the brick, sitting on the grass, head tilting up high, shoulders fighting the shake of a cry with every long inhale and deep exhale you took.
Eddie stilled. He had to be careful, only one chance, one shot to fix this.
“Hey,” Eddie said, wincing at how you jumped, eyes shooting open. “Hey, no, I-I didn’t mean to scare you. I-I was just coming to check on you.”
Your eyes shone, lip wobbling with a cry. “I-I’m sorry.” You croaked, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Eddie paused. Sorry? He had expected you to scream, to try and run, call him a freak like Chrissy had. Anything but sorry.
“I-I’m sorry-y. I-I didn’t-” You gasped for a strangled breath. “I-I’m fine-”
“-Hey,” Eddie crouched towards you, knees sinking in the cool grass beside you. “Are you ok? What’s going on?”
Tears leaked down the corner of your eyes when you squeezed them shut, head shaking. “I-I’m sorry. I-I’m so s-sorry.” You sniffled, a broken, breathy cry tearing from your chest.
“You don’t need to be sorry. Hey, c’mon, you-you gotta relax ok. Breathe? Can you- Can you breathe?” Eddie’s hand found your shoulder gently, rubbing the soft material of your shirt. “Just try to relax. Deep breaths, in. Innnn… Yeah, then outttt.”
You followed his breaths, shoulders still shuddering under his touch even as your cries calmed, aftershocks of emotion he wasn’t sure where it came from.
Eddie waited, watched you carefully until your eyes met his, sheepish and a little embarrassed, glassy from tears and the liquor you’d had. “You alright?” Eddie asked carefully, cringing at the way your shoulders tensed. “I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean for her to upset you.”
You continued to breathe, eyes closing in controlled, timed breaths. Eddie’s own heart picked up. “I-I don’t know what you heard, b-but she’s full of shit, ya know? She’s always been just… She’s never liked me. Even in high school, she used to pick on me and shit. I-I didn’t- I don’t know why she did that tonight. Probably saw me with you, a-and wanted to start shit or-or whatever.” Eddie rambled anxiously.
Your eyes met his, still rounded but less wide, lacking as much terror as they did before. “That’s why you yelled?” You asked. “That’s why you were upset?”
“Yeah, I-I mean, yeah.” Eddie watched you carefully, studying every tiny quip in your features. “I-I shouldn’t have. I-I don’t normally get pissed like that, but… I don’t know. I just felt like I was back in high school, ya know?” Eddie sat next to you, his own head leaning against the brick.
“Felt like they were just picking on the freak again because they can. Thought we’d leave that shit in highschool but… I don’t know. They never do.” Eddie sighed slowly, shoulders slumping next to yours.
“I don’t… I don’t usually lose my shit like that. I try not to even give them a reaction, it’s just… My ex, she-she was friends with them. Popular and all that, and when we started dating, they’d just- they were so mean. They’d say stuff and-and she’d get embarrassed of-of me.” Eddie turned towards you, eyes soft, shining with a vulnerability that made your heart ache.
“She never wanted people to know. Never wanted to be seen with me because they’d say mean shit like that. And I’d let them, I’d try to ignore it for her, but she… She couldn’t ignore it.” Eddie muttered. “She gave in. Broke up with me and started telling them all this crazy shit. Trying to cover up that… I don’t know- that we were actually together? That she wanted to date me. Easier to blame the freak than tell people we were together, I guess.”
Your eyes met his, hesitantly. “I-I’m sorry.” You whispered, voice cracking. “That’s… That’s really mean.”
Eddie shrugged. “Yeah, well, I’m used to it.” He muttered, looking down at the small patch of grass between the two of you. “Well, I guess I’m not as used to it as I thought I was.” Eddie muttered, eyes lifting to yours sheepishly. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to cause a scene. To scare you. I-I would never-”
“- No, I-I know.” You shook your head lightly. “I’m just… I get weird.” Your own chin ducked towards the ground. “I get weird with fighting and stuff.”
Eddie stilled, watching you twist a blade of grass between your hands. “Guess we have the ex thing in common, too.” You muttered. “My ex-boyfriend… He’d get really mean sometimes. Just really angry.”
I’ll kill him. Eddie swallowed down the threat- no, the promise. Swallowing back his fierce anger.
“He-He never, like, hit me or anything, you know? It was weird, because there wasn’t any physical evidence or anything. I couldn’t go to the police for him yelling at me, but it just- it still really hurt.” Your voice cracked, lip wobbling at the memories. “That’s why I don’t talk to my parents. I moved with him, ignored them because they told me not to, and then… They were right, I guess. Just can’t really bring myself to call them and tell them that. Tuck my tail between my legs and go back. So I came here.”
“I’m sorry.” Eddie whispered. Your eyes met his. “No, I-I’m sorry, that’s- I’m sorry.” Eddie said sincerely, his hand brushing over yours.
“It’s okay-”
“-It’s not, and… And I’m really sorry.” Eddie nodded gently. “I didn’t mean to yell. I shouldn’t have let her get to me-”
“-No, Eddie, i-it’s fine, really-”
“-I didn’t mean to ruin our date. End the night like this.” Eddie ran a hand down his face. “This is not- I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would end just fucked like this.”
You paused for a moment, head still spinning with the liquor, with emotion, dizzily. You’d blame it on that, credit that dizziness for your courage. “It doesn’t have to end like this.” You whispered.
Eddie stilled, eyes cutting to you carefully. You still toyed with the grass, eyes lifting sweetly to him. “We… We could go back to my place? I-I think I still have a movie I haven’t returned.”
Eddie’s wheels squealed when they pulled out of the Hideout’s parking lot, desperately back to your apartment.
Eddie was sure he was dreaming. Sitting on your couch, your apartment smelled just like he remembered, even better when you lit the candle on your coffee table, making a mental note of the name. He’d go buy it in bulk tomorrow, fill his apartment with them burning in every room just so he could feel closer to you.
You’d moved into his lap halfway through the movie, inching closer with every passing frame of Julia Roberts and Patrick Bergine until you straddled him. Eddie burned under your gaze, your hands back on his shoulders, sliding slowly towards his neck.
“Hi,” You whispered, tilting your head gently to the side, lip rolling beneath your teeth.
“Hi,” Eddie croaked, swallowing the thick lump in his throat.
“Is it ok if I do this?” You whispered, the glow of the TV illuminating your mussed hair. Eddie thought it looked like a halo, angelic above him.
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded dumbly. C’mon, get your shit together. You’ve almost got it, Munson.
His hands slid over your hips, setting on the small of your waist, where the band of your jeans hugged, squeezing the flesh gently, feeling you beneath his hands. You were really here, he was really here, with you. Living proof, right between his fingertips that this was no dream.
You leaned forward, a hand brushing back his curly bangs. “What’s this?” You muttered, fingertip ghosting over the jagged scar across his forehead.
“Bike wreck of seventy-six.” Eddie answered cooly, voice raspy and low in the dim light of your apartment. “Thought I could pop a wheelie on concrete. Didn’t go well.”
“Hm,” You sighed, lips twitching in a small grin. “You were a little dare devil, hm?”
“Yeah,” Eddie nodded. His hands slid down your waist, hoping you couldn’t feel his heart hammering. “Still can be, sometimes.” His lashes batted up at you, squeezing the fatty flesh of your ass.
You squealed, Eddie’s heart leapt- he’d made the right move. Your eyes caught his, pinning him with your gaze, a delicacy of anticipation fell between the two of you. Who would break it? Make the first move?
Eddie’s fingers pressed into your jeans, a hand sliding up your back, pressing to the middle of your spine, bowing you forward toward him. Your hand on his neck, fingers splaying out over his jaw, lips connecting in a sweet kiss. Eddie felt like he was melting, a warm, gooey puddle underneath you.
Hands grabbing at the other, fevered and desperate, your hips rocking with his, brushing over his tenting zipper. Eddie could taste the wine on your lips, the glass of reisling you’d poured for the two of you before you’d put in the movie. “Since I killed the buzz before,” You’d shrugged at him sheepishly. He assured you, you hadn’t, still he was thankful for it, especially now. Now that he was loosened, far less critical of his every move.
Fumbling hands that pulled at his t-shirt, your jeans, Eddie flipping you over on the couch, hovering over you on the faded floral pattern of the couch. “You- We don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” Eddie whispered, his hands still toying with the button of your jeans. “I don’t want you to think I-I, like, only wanted this. I don’t- I mean, I do, I just… I want you in other ways too.”
You blushed, a sheepish smile under him. It was your turn to melt, to turn to putty under his gaze. “I know.” You whispered, black painted nails scratching down his forearms, over the etching of the puppet master. “I want to do this.” Your eyes lifted to his. “I trust you. I want to do this with you.”
It was exactly what he wanted to hear, you knew that, the darkened grin on his face confirmed it further. Your own hands fumbling with your jeans, wiggling them down your thighs while Eddie tore his t-shirt off above you, flinging it onto the floor.
You’d gone for a lacy, high cut thong tonight. Pale pink, frilly, if Eddie didn’t know any better, he’d think you planned this. That you planned to sleep with him. Maybe you thought about him the way he did you. Pictures of you flooded his mind, your hand sneaking between your thighs in the middle of the night, whimpering out his name.
You didn’t expect Eddie to drop to his knees, pulling your body towards the end of the couch, thighs on his shoulders. He made a show of taking off your panties, a slow tug dragging them down your bare legs.
“Holy shit,” Eddie rasped, heart beating in his ears. You giggled nervously, pressing your hands over your eyes. “Look at you.”
“Stop.” You whined in playful embarrassment, thighs pressing together.
“No, it’s- fuck.” Eddie swallowed his words, swallowed down the urge to tell you it was better than he imagined. Don’t be creepy, Munson.
“I gotta have a taste. Can-Can I have a taste?” Eddie’s eyes rounded towards yours, bright with excitement. “That alright with you? Let me make you feel good? Have a little taste?”
Your body burned, with lust maybe excitement, you weren’t sure. Your tiny nod was all he needed, spreading your thighs open, settling between your legs. You pushed up on your arms, looking down the valley of your sternum towards him.
Plush lips pressing kisses to your thighs, a teasing kiss to your mound that had you whimpering, aching and pulsing between the legs. Eddie’s eyes stayed on yours as he licked a long, slow stripe through your slit. Better than he imagined, so much fucking better.
Eyes rolling back, his fingertips dug into your thighs, nose pressed to your slick, he wanted to suffocate himself in your cunt. Better than anything he’d ever tasted before, he was a man starved, determined to devour you entirely- you were convinced he might. Teetering on the edge of experienced and enamored, your back arched, body twisting under his tongue. Whines and cries of pleasure filled the air, a crescendoing melody to the triumphant symphony Eddie was feeling in his veins, rushing with red hot pride.
It was paradise, better than his wildest dreams.
When you took him in your own mouth, sweetly grinning at him before giving a kitten lick to his leaking head, he was sure nothing would be better than this. This was his peak, everything he’d ever wanted and more. Better than Chrissy, than Tabitha, than anyone.
You brought him to your room, let him press your thighs back, spread you open again. He couldn’t help the cry of pleasure that spilled out when he slid into you, it just felt so right. Beyond pleasure, though it was plenty pleasurable, it felt flawless, ethereal.
Better than anything he could have imagined when he saw you weeks ago from his van, your car packed up full of boxes and suitcases tied on top. In a tiny pair of cut off shorts, moving everything in the warm sunshine.
How was he to know that all those weeks ago, after he’d watched you apply for jobs at the diners and boutiques, that when he’d put a help wanted flier on your door for Turtle’s, that it would lead to this. His mind could have never dreamt this, that you’d be this perfect, fit so perfectly with him.
No, this was fate, Eddie was sure of it. Cosmic fate. Chrissy and the others, they were only parading as the real thing, he’d just convinced himself it was when it was merely a disguise. But you, you were the real deal. Eddie decided it, when he settled in the sheets next to you, arms around your frame, staring out the window of your room.
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Saccharine pt.3
Yandere Stranger Things characters with an overly sweet darling headcanons:
Characters: Chrissy Cunningham, Jason Carver, Gareth Emerson, Jim Hopper, Joyce Byers, 001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard
Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, obsessive behaviours, possessive behaviours, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationships, delusional characters, manipulation, bullying, drug mention, ED mentions
Chrissy Cunningham:
🎀 The first meeting is likely from her darling joining the cheer squad or basketball team
🎀 They’d become good friends due to both of them being kind people
🎀 Even though Chrissy is dating Jason, she can’t help but imagine what it would be like dating her darling even though she knows it’s wrong to imagine that
🎀 Would vent to her darling about different stresses in her life and her darling would probably just hug her as she cries
🎀 Her darling would be her safe space and they would think of her as their safe space
🎀 Her darling would likely try to slowly help her through her bulimia
🎀 Chrissy would feel more like she and her darling are dating than her and Jason because she feels more comfort and love with her darling
🎀 She’d be a bit delusional and think her darling is in love with her as well
🎀 Overall, she’s very harmless with a sweet darling and is probably just obsessed and a bit delusional
Jason Carver:
🏀 They most likely meet through his darling being Chrissy’s new friend on the cheer squad or his darling being the new guy on the basketball team
🏀 When they’re nice to him, he assumes that it’s just because he’s popular and that they aren’t a nice person
🏀 His opinion changes when he sees his darling being nice to ‘the freaks’ from Hellfire
🏀 He’d probably keep his darling away from the people he disapproves of and manipulates them
🏀 Has the basketball team keep people he hates away from his darling
🏀 Would make his darling spend a lot of time with him to the point where his darling is almost always with him
🏀 Once Chrissy passes away, part of him is happy because he could confess to his darling
🏀 Keeps his darling extra close to him once Patrick dies, saying that it’s just for his darling’s protection
🏀 Would be extremely possessive and knows his darling wouldn’t say anything about it
Gareth Emerson:
🥁 Like Eddie, he’d be very shocked due to him being considered ‘a freak’ by most people
🥁 If he becomes friends with his darling, he’d get very flustered and tongue-tied around them
🥁 Is a bit of a stalker with the reasoning that he just wants to know a bit more about his darling, he’s not a creep! Right?
🥁 Every time his darling so much as smiles his way, he becomes a blushing mess
🥁 Eventually he’ll be able to have normal conversation with his darling without getting too flustered
🥁 Would attempt to woo his darling which would probably make them laugh since he’d fail miserably
🥁 Wouldn’t mind his darling laughing at him since his darling is laughing
🥁 Would never take them against their will or do anything perverted like watching them change, he’s just obsessed and wants to know more about them
Jim Hopper:
🔫 The first meeting would be his darling helping Joyce after Will goes missing and reporting his disappearance with her
🔫 Being the sweetheart his darling is, they would probably bring some coffee and food for the police department to thank them for trying to find Will
🔫 After Will is found again, his darling would be helping Joyce with anything they can
🔫 Eventually, his darling is wrapped up with all of the odd things happening in Hawkins but their concerns remain on everyone else, especially the children
🔫 Would help Hopper take care of Eleven and treat her like their own daughter
🔫 Hopper would likely ask his darling out on the date to Enzo’s and they’re too nice to decline if they don’t like him in that way
🔫 He’d put pressure on his darling to end up living with him
🔫 (If his darling is male or other) Hopper would make sure they were dating in secret
🔫 (If his darling is female) Hopper would guilt trip his darling into dating or even marrying him: ‘ For El’s sake.’ is what he’d tell them to seal the deal
Joyce Byers:
🧲 Would likely meet after Will goes missing and her darling tries to help find him
🧲 Her darling would be the emotional support system for her when Will is missing
🧲 Would request for her darling to help with things relating to Will after he’s found
🧲 She’d be very over protective over her darling and is always trying to make sure they’re okay
🧲 (If her darling is male) She’d probably try to get in a relationship with them through guilt tripping
🧲 (If her darling is female or other) She’d secretly get into a relationship with them, also using guilt tripping
🧲 When she plans to move to Lenora, she requests that her darling comes with her
🧲 Wouldn’t do much but obsess over her darling and their safety
001/Henry Creel/Peter Ballard:
🕷 They would meet inside of the lab with his darling either being a nurse or a helper
🕷 He’d find him slightly intrigued by their kindness towards all the children, especially Eleven.
🕷 Just like with Eleven, he’d manipulate his darling to trying to escape with him
🕷 Eventually, when his darling figures out he’s been lying and manipulating them, he’ll use his powers to threaten his darling
🕷 Eleven would help his darling escape Henry’s grasp before sending him to the Upside Down
🕷 He would be forever bitter without his sweet darling
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summertime
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yandere will byers
word count: 1213
this is the letter referenced throughout the story
Dear My Loveliest Y/n,
I really love you so much Y/n, I really do. And you always look so, so pretty, my love. I wish I could just kiss you forever and ever and ever and ever. You make me feel so many things, things that even words can't begin to describe. Please Y/n, let me love you, let me be your servant, your slave. And all of this is in the name of love, our love. Because that's what makes me feel so alive. You make me feel alive, in so many more ways than one. You're all I can think about. And I only want to think about you. It's always you. Every dream is about you. Every thought is about you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
Love, your one and only,
Will Byers
It was the last day of school, and you were gathering all your things from your locker, just like everybody else. Things were messy and chaotic already but the added rush of everyone wanting the signatures of their friends on their yearbooks made leaving so much harder. And you just want to leave, to be home and not think about high school, and to forget about Will.
Now, Will was nice and all but he creeped you out, in more ways than one. For example, for a school project about heroes, famous heroes, by the way, Will choose you. And when he was explaining why he choose you, well it didn't exactly give you butterflies.
"They're just so beautiful and everyone should know who they really are. Because I would do anything for them, anything. They are worth the gratification of many, and all… The whole world should know who Y/n L/n is…"
And the whole time he was looking at you. Deadeye contact, unwavering and unmoving until he was gently ushered by the teacher telling him to sit down. The whole class was silent from then on, and you were… well you were unsettled, to say the least. And it only got worse from there.
The next thing to start happening was love letters. They were nice at first, always starting off with,
'Dear My Loveliest Y/n,'
And of course, you kept on reading them. How could you not when they made you feel so…special. As if you were worth something so much more than words could describe. But then things took a turn, and the once cute letters turned red.
'I really love you so much Y/n, I really do.'
And the letters really did scare you,
'And you always look so, so pretty, my love.'
-because they just kept on coming.
'I wish I could just kiss you forever and ever and ever and ever.'
And it didn't stop there, not once did he forget.
'You make me feel so many things, things that even words can't begin to describe.'
And you kept on ignoring them. Time after time, you took the letters and threw them away. And maybe that was your first mistake, ignoring him. Because ignoring the problem only makes it bigger.
So to say that you were happy about the end of the school year would be the biggest understatement. You were finally going to be free from all the letters, the staring, and the following. You were finally going to feel, be alone.
"Y/n!"
Shit.
"would you sign my yearbook?"
You turned around and there he was. Will Byers standing three feet behind you, blank yearbook in hand with a desperate sparkle in his eyes looking at you. 'This will be the last time you see him, so just get it over with.'
"Yeah, sure." And with that, he eagerly gave you one of his pens to sign your name with.
As you signed your name you could feel his eyes fixed intently on you, and they were burning holes into your skull, you could feel it. You were uncomfortable, but you just kept on thinking that after this, he'd be gone, forever.
"There you go, all done."
"T-Thank you… Y/n" Will managed to squeak out while still looking at you, his eyes steady and focused. You held out his pen to give back, but he didn't seem to notice it anymore.
"Wi-"
"Yes, Y/n."
"Your pen." You moved your hand forward indicating the one that still ties you to this unwanted interaction.
"Oh yeah," he said slowly reaching for the pen, purposefully brushing his hand against yours as he took it into his hands. You immediately turned away, ready for this day to be over, and ready to head home.
But Will, Will just stood there, looking back and forth at the pen that had your touch and your body that was walking away from his. He took a few steps forward, gripping both his pen and his blessed yearbook tightly in his hands. 'I can't lose them.'
Walking forward he kept his eyes solely focused on you, watching as you exited the school, while he stayed back a few feet, so he wouldn't get caught. 'Were you going home?' Was this his chance to convince you, to tell you that he loved you?
'Please Y/n, let me love you, let me be your servant, your slave.'
Will looked down at his yearbook and decided to follow you home. To your home, to his home. He watched you get on your bike and waited a painfully long three seconds before getting on his own, trailing behind you ever so quietly. 'This is our time. My time'
'And all of this is in the name of love, our love. Because that's what makes me feel so alive. You make me feel, alive in so many more ways than one.'
You rode your bike home enjoying the fresh air of the summer, not forgetting to admire the beautiful landscape as well. And something inside you told you, that this was going to be the best summer ever.
'You're all I can think about. And I only want to think about you.'
You got home, put away your bike, and went inside to relax, leaving your backpack by the back door.
'It's always you.'
You decided to go upstairs, to your room, to listen to some music. You popped in a disc turning it up all the way. No one was home anyway, so no one was able to complain about the loud music coming from your bedroom.
'Every dream is about you. Every thought is about you.'
After one song, you heard something coming from downstairs, and you knew your parents wouldn't be home at this time. 'Was this an intruder? A robber?' Shaking, you gained the courage to take a peek out of your doorway, hoping that you wouldn't get killed.
'Well, no ones up here.' You thought as you stood up a little bit taller. You walked out and made your way to the stairs. 'Time to check out the rest of the house.' You made your way to the bottom of the stairs scouting out your surroundings before continuing onward.
Once you thought it was okay to move on you made your way into the kitchen, moving extra stealthily. Looking over everything you checked if they were in their rightful places since this morning. 'Coast is clear.' You took a breath of relief and turned around heading back upstairs.
'I love you. I love you. I love you.'
And Will thanked you silently in his mind, as he stalked forward, quietly behind you, with a metal pan in both of his hands.
"Forgive me, Y/n." He muttered quickly and quietly, under his breath, as he struck you in the back of your head, knocking you out completely.
And he watched as you fell instantly to the ground. He moved slowly to your body, and kneeled, his upper half hovering over yours. His eyes scanned your every feature slowly and carefully.
"You look so pretty close up… Prettier than all my dreams combined." He whispered to himself as he caressed your face, admiring your pretty lips.
'Love, your one and only,
Will Byers'
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All I Want Is To Protect
Imagine: being a caretaker of the children and Henry becoming obsessed with you and hurting anyone who comes near you and telling you "all I want to do is to protect you.
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★ INK FACTORY ★ : WHO / WHAT I WRITE FOR
O1 . fandoms i write for;
- TBP (The Black Phone)
- Heathers
- Stranger Things
- Wednesday (Netflix series)
- Percy Jackson
- Twisted Wonderland
- Vocaloid
- Obey Me
- Haikyuu
- OHSHC (Ouran High School Host Club)
- Harry Potter
- Demon Slayer
O1 b . please lmk if you want any fandoms added! id love to get into something new <3
O2 . who i write for; (check this post)
TBP - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Heathers - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Stranger Things - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Wednesday - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Percy Jackson - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Twisted Wonderland - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Vocaloid - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Obey Me - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Haikyuu - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
OHSHC - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Harry Potter - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
Demon Slayer - (everyone will be aged up to 18+)
i’m only writing for the males 👍
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Yandere Husband! 001 (Vecna) x Reader
You are the biological daughter of Dr. Martin Brenner.
You don't have any powers, yet you help around the lab.
All the children love you and consider you their older sister, not just because you are Dr Martin Brenner's daughter, but also because you are kind to them.
You are sometimes even able to convince your father to take it easy on them.
That's what attracted 001 to you, he didn't feel like you are faking it.
That's your true nature, not like his parents, who were according to him, just faking it.
But, you are truly a sweet person.
He would watch you in secret sing every child to sleep with your gentle voice, which made him jealous.
He wanted you to only belong to him.
So, 001 didn't waste any time on using his manipulative skills to make you fall in love with him.
You didn't see his true evil intentions, you only saw him as a handsome gentleman who cares for the children as you do.
Adding to that, you never had the chance to have any boyfriend.
Which made it easy for 001 to convince you to marry him in secret.
"What if Papa finds out about this?"
"Don't worry, he won't"
You two at the time just said the vows and considered yourself husband and wife.
Of course, your meetings would get more difficult with time.
Which made 001 think of a way to escape this place, and take you with him.
But, he also wished to get rid of everyone.
And the answer was Eleven.
However, things turned out bad when you saw him murder the children except for Eleven.
001 tried to convince you that you, him and Eleven could run away together, and become a family.
But, that only made you and Jane feel betrayed.
You felt betrayed that he has been hiding the fact that he is Henry Creel the boy who murdered his sister and mother.
There's no way, you, him, and El could become a family.
Jane then used her powers on 001 in fear that he might hurt you.
She killed him.
Or did she?
As 001, now Vecna, won't stop at anything until he gets you back.
Whole work: ao3
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