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Cat & Mouse
Mafia!yandere x fem reader x female!mafia!yandere
Summary: Jerry decides to take you from her rival, and Silas decides to take you back, creating a cat and mouse game where you're nothing more than a prize in their game.
Warnings: kidnapping, cutting, arson, knives, possessive behaviors, obsessive behavior, corpses, yandere, car crashes, mentions of broken bones, rope, bruises, guns, choking
Word count: 5.3k
[I wrote this a year ago, so I apologize if it's not as good! This was originally written in 3d person and Jerrys character was a man, so please excuse the errors I couldn't see during editing!!]
Jerry is humming for herself as she makes her way through Silas’s house. It’s in the middle of the night and she can’t sleep. Why not bother her rival? She struts around, looking for her dear rival. The men in his house are dead, Jerry’s men have made sure of that. Jerry walks upstairs.
“Silas~”, she sings, spinning the gun on her fingers. “Where are you?”
No answer.
“He doesn’t seem to be home, ma’am”, one of Jerry’s men says. "Must be out on a mission."
Jerry opens Silas’s bedroom door and walks in. She turns on the lamp, looking at the bed. There is someone lying in the bed, but it’s not the man Jerry’s searching for. It’s a woman tied to the bedpost.
“Oh?” Jerry says in shock.
She walks over to the girl, sitting down on the bed beside her. She meets your terrified eyes. Jerry lets her eyes wander over your body. You’re not visibly hurt which means that Silas must be fond of you. And for the situation you appear to be in, you’re not very fond of him. Bingo. Jerry needs to take you.
"W-Who are you?" you cry out.
Jerry can't help but think it sounds beautiful. Normally, she finds girls in fear annoying, but there's something mesmerizing about you.
“Be quiet”, Jerry says. “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to come with me. I’ll help you away from here.”
“D-Do you promise?”
“Yes. I’ll help you away from this bad man. You'll never see him again.”
She’ll make sure Silas never sees his precious little prisoner again. She unties you and helps you stand, holding her hand on your back, pushing you with her. Jerry’s worker looks at her with a weird glance in his eyes. Jerry sends him a stern gaze before directing her eyes down to you.
"Come with me quietly", she says, taking out her gun. "I don't know if there are any guards still alive. We don't need to get them here. I need you alive."
You grab her arm, not wanting your savior to leave you. Jerry looks down at your hand in confusion before meeting your scared eyes. Her brain goes blank before she grabs your hand in hers and starts walking. Her heart jumps.
You make your way out to the car. Jerry helps you into the backseat. She sits down beside you, gun still in his hand. The man in the driver's seat starts the engine.
"Where are we going?" you ask weakly. "Can I go home?"
"You can't go home", Jerry says, tilting her head to the side with a smirk. "Two reasons. I need you to piss Silas off and you're kinda cute. I don't know if I want to let you go home."
You suddenly realize that who you just saw as a savior doesn't seem to be a hero after all. What if she's another villain?
"B-But…"
Jerry cuts you off. "Just rest. It's in the middle of the night. I'll wake you up when we get home. What's your name?"
"I don't feel comfortable telling you…"
Jerry puts the gun to your throat.
"Y/N."
"Cute name. I'm Jerry."
The car stops outside a house. It's different from Silas’. You can’t tell how though, it just different.
"Get out", Jerry says.
You do as she says, too scared to do anything else. The voice in your head is screaming at you to run, but you can’t. She’s right behind you with the gun in her hand. She leads you into her house, gun visible.
“Stand still, Y/N”, Jerry says and goes to get a knife. “I’m going to do something.”
“PLease don’t hurt me!” you beg.
“I’m not going to hurt you … a lot.”
Her men hold you still as she cuts a quick cut on your cheek. You scream in both pain and shock. The woman cleans the blood on her black clothes.
"Come here", she says, bringing you into his arms. "Don't worry about that evil man. I'm here now."
Jerry takes you up to the bedroom and runs her hand through her shoulder length black hair.
“I’m not going to tie you to the bed or lock the door”, Jerry says. “But I’d advise you to stay here. I can’t guarantee what you’ll see if you leave.”
“Let me go home”, you plead.
“Let’s compromise. If you go to sleep and actually sleep for the rest of the night, I’ll answer every question you have tomorrow. Good enough? Nothing is going to hurt you as long as you stay in this room. I promise you that.”
“Alright …”
What other choice do you have? You don't want to get hurt. You need to be healthy and alert if you want to be able to run and fight back. Jerry fixes the bed for you and watches how you lay down. To your surprise, she tucks you in before leaving the room. Right on time, her phone rings. She can see Silas’s name pop up on the screen.
Brilliant.
“Silas”, she says.
“Why are you always messing around with my fucking stuff?!” Silas groans.
“Because it’s fun, old man.”
“Where is she?”
“Who?”
Jerry knows damn well who he’s talking about, but hearing the frustrated hisses from him is all he wants.
“The woman”, Silas says. “The woman that was sleeping in my bed.”
“I wouldn’t say that she was sleeping. She was more or less crying.”
“Stop fucking doing that! Where is she?!”
“With me of course.”
“Why can’t you just leave her alone? Why do you have to mess with me all the time?”
“I told you … I think it’s funny.”
“You’re so immature. Give me my lady back. She literally doesn’t have anything to do with our business. Let’s keep it professional. For real.”
“Why would I? If you need to have her tied to the bedpost I’d say that she’s better off here.”
“It wouldn’t be forever! Just until she learned to trust me!”
Jerry laughs. “That’s so tragic, man.”
“Give her back. Let me have one thing for myself.”
“She’s so cute though. I don’t think I can let you take her.”
“Stop. Seriously.”
“Such a beautiful woman…”
“Jerry, I’m telling you, leave her alone. She’s mine.”
“Not anymore.”
Jerry smiles and hangs up, stretching her neck.
After a night of barely sleeping, you wake up, seeing Jerry sleeping beside you. Your eyes linger on her for a while. She’s wearing a black bra and the tattoos on her shoulders and arms look too harsh for the face that now is turned towards you. She looks sweet, not like last night. You sit up, rubbing your eyes. Jerry is indeed sleeping. Could you try to get out of this house? You carefully get out of the bed and walk over to the door opening it. Right outside lies the body of a girl, a girl you recognize all too well. Someone you wished to see again. You let out a screeching scream that wakes the sleeping woman.
"I did say I wouldn't be able to guarantee what you'd see if you tried to leave the room", she yawns from the bed, stretching her body.
"W-What have you done?!"
"Isn't it pretty obvious?"
You put your hand over your mouth, too shocked to even cry. Jerry drags herself up from the bed, over to you. She walks up behind your stunned figure and wraps her tattooed arms around your waist, locking her hands in place before resting her chin on your shoulder. She’s warm and puffy from sleeping and her bare skin feels too warm for her ice cold heart.
"That stupid bitch Silas thinks he can have you", she scoffs with a small smirk, voice raspy from the lack of talking during her sleep. "No, he can't. I like watching him struggle. And I don't want to be alone again. You're going to stay with me."
You rip her arms off of you and jump over the dead body. You start to run before Jerry can stop you.
"I'm too tired to play!" Jerry groans, but sets off after you.
She doesn't even try catching up with you. She knows he doesn't need to. Every door and window in this house is locked. You stop after trying to open every door you pass.
"Poor thing, did you think I left doors unlocked like Silas? I'm not that stupid. I'm not unlocking them until I trust you", she cooes, pulling you to her chest. "Let's go eat something."
She lets go of you and starts walking downstairs. You look at her matching underwear, appalled that she was sleeping like that right next to you. You feel a couple more doors, all are locked.
"No use, Y/N", Jerry smirks over her shoulder.
“How do you know Silas?”
"Me and Silas aren’t friends. We kind of were, but not anymore. I used to be his right hand man, but quit. I can’t stand that bitch. He seems to have gotten fond of you and I had to take you. Out of spite."
"So can you let me go home? You don't want me-"
"I think I will be interested in you, pretty thing, so no. I can't let you go. And I told you that I didn’t want to be alone again! Never again.”
You decide to keep silent from now on as a protest. Jerry makes a simple meal and gives you one plate. You look away.
“Eat. I’m not telling you twice”, she warns.
You shake your head.
“I haven’t put anything in it for fuck sake, if that’s why you’re so hesitant”, he sighs. “I could do it, but not without a reason.”
She starts to feed you when you refuse once again.
After breakfast, she takes you to the bedroom again. The body is still lying outside the door, but she covers your eyes and nose and closes the door behind you.
“I have some business today”, she says, placing you down on the bed. “You will be alone until night time. I want you to tell the man downstairs when you’re hungry and I want you to behave and not cause any trouble. Can you do that for me?”
You only find yourself nodding.
“You can walk around in the house how much you want, you can watch TV. That's it. Got it?”
You nod.
“Good girl. I’ll be back later!” Jerry smiles, walking out. “I’ll remove the body, I promise!”
Only a few minutes later, all you can hear is silence.
When your stomach is rumbling, you walk downstairs. No man can be seen.
“Hello?” you say hesitantly. “Hello?”
“Yeah?” the man says and comes out of a room by the living room.
“Jerry told me to tell you when I got hungry…”
“I’ll make you something. Go up and wait until I call for you.”
“Can I watch TV?”
“Go ahead.”
You walk into the living room and sit down on the couch, turning on the TV with a remote. After not being able to sleep for a few nights, you feel like a walking zombie. You fall asleep while watching TV, waiting for your meal.
While you’re sleeping, the front door gets unlocked and a familiar face walks in, hiding the gun in his belt. His men kill the cooking man quickly and quietly to avoid any drama.
“I’ll go find her”, Silas says.
“The TV is on”, one of his men says, listening closely. “Look there. I’ll go to the bedroom.”
Silas nods. He walks into the living room, seeing his darling sleeping on the couch with a blanket over your body. His heart melts upon seeing the sight. He walks up to you and crouches down by your face, caressing your cheek. You open your eyes.
“Y/N …”, he says with a voice full of regret. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have gone on that damn mission, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone.”
“S-Silas?!” you stutter, quickly trying to get away from him.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright, come here, let’s go home now. Everything will be okay.”
He traces the cut on her cheek with a hiss.
"I'll kill her."
He starts pulling you into his arms and lifts you up. You start to panic. He might save you from Jerry, but he’s no better himself.
“Let me go!” you shout.
“Shh, it’s alright, I’ll save you from this bad man. I'm so sorry I didn't come earlier, I could have prevented you from getting hurt. Jerry’s a madwoman, it wouldn’t surprise me if she hurt you to make me mad. ”
He picks you up and walks with you out to his car, placing you down in the backseat. You hug yourself and feel how you’re shaking. This can’t be happening!
“I’m here for you”, he says, hanging his jacket over your shoulders. “It’s alright now, my love.”
You stay quiet. You should be happy that you’re out of Jerry’s claws … only problem is that you’re now back in Silas’s.
The car stops outside his house. He walks around the car and opens your door.
“Come, let’s go inside”, he smiles. “You’re safe now. With me. You must be hungry. Are you?”
You nod slightly. Silas smiles and brings you inside.
“If you want, you can take a shower while I cook food and then we’ll eat together. Does that sound good?
You nod almost unnoticeably. He leads you to the bathroom and gives you a towel and clothes.
“All clothes I’ve gotten for you are soft, made of cotton, satin or that fluffy teddy bear material and my laundry detergent are allergy free”, he says. “I don’t think any of the clothes will give you any discomfort. The shampoo, soap and conditioner are also allergy free and skin friendly. I have moisturizing cream in the cabinet in case you want some. It’s all yours.”
He gives you a little pile of a nightgown, cardigan, socks and underwear. He puts the towel by the sink. He walks out. You close the door, locking the door. While you remove your clothes and step into the shower you can only think of the last few days and how bizarre they’ve been.
Afterwards, you walk downstairs, looking at Silas’s back as he stands by the stove. He turns around, looking at you with a smile.
“I thought I felt someone staring at me”, he says. “You look beautiful, baby. The lunch is done, let’s eat.”
You sit down by the table. Silas puts a pink plaster over the cut Jerry’s done. You poke the food with the fork, not feeling hungry anymore. You were hungry before you got kidnapped back to Silas’s place. Now, you just feel nauseous.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Silas asks with a frown.
“I don’t know …”, you say quietly. “Sorry…”
“Don’t be, sweetheart. Whatever damage Jerry has done to you, I will heal. I will take care of you.”
“Please don’t tie me again …”
“I won’t. If you promise me you will give me a chance.”
“Alright …”
Silence.
The very next day, Silas takes you on a mission, refusing to let you get out of his sight again. When you come back however, something seems to be wrong. The house is on fire and two of Silas’s now dead men are hung on the wall by the front door. Silas hurries to turn you around before you see too much. One of his men who has gathered outside the burning villa gives him a bloody note.
“How are you going to take care of Y/N when you don’t have a house, huh?”
Silas turns around, looking at you who look more than terrified. He clenches his jaw.
“We need to move her. Now”, he says in stress and calls two of his men over. “You two, drive Y/N to the secret base. She has to stay there for a moment.”
He hugs you tightly. You can feel his hammering heart against your chest
“I’ll go kill Jerry and then I’ll come for you. She can’t have gone far. I’ll come soon, I promise. I love you so much, baby.”
The two men take you to the car to drive you away to the safe place.
Jerry knows you’re in that black car that drives on the empty road. And she knows what to do with it. Crash it. Not a chance she’ll let it reach its destination. To him. She tells her men to crash the other car, but make sure not to kill anyone. She’ll kill the chauffeurs alone and bring you back to safety. The car Jerry’s men are in crashes into Silas’s, making it come to an abrupt halt. Jerry runs out of her car — doesn’t even close the door behind her— over to the destroyed one. You’re lying in the backseat with blood running from your mouth, nose and hair, eyes barely open. The very sight makes Jerry’s heart ache. She pulls you out and holds you in hernarms. You whimper out a broken sob, moaning in pain.
“Shh, don’t cry”, Jerry whispers. “It’ll be over soon.”
She holds you gently in her arms as she walks back to her car. You’re crying loudly from fear, shock and pain, moaning painfully from every step Jerry takes. It reminds her of a baby that hurt themselves. But this is not a baby overreacting from walking into a wall, this is a real scenario of a broken girl in a car crash.
“Shh, shh”, she hushes, kissing your forehead.
Jerry sits down in the backseat with you in her lap, putting a blanket over you. You cling onto her, crying heavily. Her heart flutters. You’re searching for safety in her.
“Do you think you have any broken bones, Y/N?” she asks.
“I-I d-don’t k-know!” you sob loudly.
The drivers look at each other.
“I have you, baby. You’re okay”, Jerry whispers. “Try to relax. Can you do that for me?”
“M-Mhm”, Y/N sobs.
“Good girl. My best girl.”
You meet her dark eyes. She can see the pain you’re in, it’s exposing you. She kisses your bloody forehead.
“I’ll take the pain away”, she promises. “Just hold on a little, baby. You’re so strong, I’m so, so, so proud of you.”
She holds you in her grip all the way to her house. Jerry carries you inside, changes your clothes, wipes the blood off your face and washes your hair. She gently removes your clothes, seeing the bruised mess underneath.
“Everything hurts!” you almost scream as she pulls one of her t-shirts over your head and moves her arms to get in the arm-holes.
“Shh, I know, I know”, Jerry cooes before placing you down on his bed, tucking you in.
“Why did you do this to me?” you asks weakly.
“I had to risk it to get you back. I’ll take away the pain. I promise. I’ll take good care of you. Can you try to move your body? We have to make sure nothing’s broken.”
You wiggle your fingers, lift your legs and arms, turning your head. Nothing’s broken, only badly hurt and bruised. Jerry sighs out in relief. She knew what she was doing, but the small risk of anything unplanned happening was always there.
Her phone rings and when she sees the name, she smiles sadistically.
“I’ll go get you some painkillers”, Jerry says and leaves the room. As soon as she does, he picks up the call. “Hello, Silas.”
“What the fuck have you done?!” he shouts on the other side. “First, you burn down my fucking house and kill two of my guards and now the car is wrecked and the drivers are killed! What have you done to Y/N?! Don’t you realize how badly you could have hurt her?! Are you fucking insane?!”
“She’s a little manhandled, but she’ll be fine. She’s strong. I’ll take care of her very well and make sure she heals right.”
“You’re risking Y/N’s life! You’re playing with her as if she was some toy! She can die!”
“I know what I’m doing, old man. Loosen up. I don’t like seeing Y/N in pain, but I’ll do anything to get her away from you. And you should see how dependent she is on me when she’s hurt. You wish it was you, don’t you?”
“You’re a damn parasite, Jerry! Let me talk to her.”
“Why?”
“I need to see so you haven’t fucking killed her!”
“Fine. Two minutes.”
Jerry walks inside the bedroom again, putting on the speaker, giving you the phone.
“Hello …?” you whispers quietly.
“Y/N, oh, my … darling, are you hurt?” Silas asks worriedly.
“Everything is hurting …”
“I’m sorry, once again I fucked up, I‘m sorry! I shouldn’t leave you alone. You know I would never do that to you, right? I’d never hurt you.”
“Hey, don’t manipulate her like that!” Jerry scoffs, taking the phone. “You’re worse than me.”
“I’m not trying to manipulate her! I’m telling the truth!”
Y/N whines out a broken sob. Their loud, upset voices make her head pound heavily.
“Shh, it’s alright, baby girl”, Jerry cooes, caressing her cheek. “I’ll go get that painkiller now, I promise.”
She walks outside the room.
“I’ll never forgive you if you give Y/N forever damage, do you hear me, Jerry?” Silas says.
“If you don’t want her in every condition she comes in, I’ll gladly take her. I’ll love her however she is.”
“I will too, but if she’s suffering, I’ll kill you!”
“Try. I dare you. While you plan it out, I’ll be with Y/N.”
Jerry smirks and hangs up, going to the bathroom to get the painkiller. She walks back with the little pill and a glass of water. You tries to sit up, but moan in pain.
“No, no, I’ll help you”, Jerry says. “Don’t move.”
She helps you up in a half sitting, half lying position with a big pillow behind your back. She holds the glass and pill to your mouth. Thankfully, your neck wasn’t very badly injured so you can swallow it yourself.
Silas pulls the knife out of the man’s chest, exhaling shakily. He’s never felt this type of anger. He imagines that the near dead man under him is Jerry. You’re lying in her bed, hurt beyond infinity and he can’t do anything about it. Silas lets out a loud, animalistic roar before dumping the body down in the water. He sits down on the sand and starts to cry into his hands. He neither has have a home or the person that matters to him the most. Jerry is two steps before him and he has to think quickly if he wants to win.
I have to do something. I have to hurry.
Silas has to get a new house and a new plan. The house is the most important at the moment. He has to have a safe place for you when he rescues you. The base isn't a good place, it's not safe. He doesn’t have much time.
“I’m going to kill you, Jerry, and I’m going to enjoy it”, Silas says before standing up.
One of his men is quick to find a new house for Silas. He likes it, but there’s a lot to fix before you come back. His men have to take care of that. Silas has another thing to do: to get you back. He thinks about how to do it. No way he'll do what Jerry did. He'll never scare or hurt his love. He is way too mature for that.
"Jerry is violent, but she's dumb", Silas tells one of his men. "She is in that age where she thinks she's untouchable. She's never on her guard.”
“We'll get her back, boss."
"Yeah, we will."
The pain is eating you up from the inside. You want to scream, but you’re too exhausted to do that. Jerry is downstairs today and you’re all alone in the room. The silence is just what you need. There are guards right outside the door, ready to attack in case Silas appears. They have one objective: to protect you at all costs.
All you are doing is lay in that bed, day after day. When Jerry isn’t home, you watch TV, listen to music or sleep. You’re exhausted. Getting kidnapped back and forth is tearing you physically, mentally and and emotionally. You can’t take it anymore. Jerry was willing to crash a car to get you. What more is she prepared to do?
Silas makes his way through the house, finding Jerry by the bedroom door. Silas’ men take her by surprise and hold her still as Silas makes his way into the bedroom, over to the bed. Jerry should have known. The sound she heard earlier was footsteps, she should have known!
"Don't you fucking touch her, you sons of bitches!" Jerry shouts angrily, trying to get out of the grip the guards are holding her in. One of them holds their arm around her neck in a chokehold. "Let me go, you fucking idiots!"
She almost doesn't sound human, more like a demon. The fear of Silas taking you away makes her adrenaline pump through his veins.
“That you can use those kinds of words in front of Y/N is just disgusting”, the older man says. “You really are horrible.”
You whimper out a sob, a single tear running down your cheek as you watch Silas get closer. He looks heartbroken to see you in this condition. You look like you’re on the edge of seeing death.
"Don't be scared", Silas says gently. "I got you."
You think about all the times you had to get manually moved to the toilet to empty yourself and how badly that hurt. You can’t get moved again.
"Don't move me … please", you whisper.
"What?" Silas asks. Please tell him he heard wrong. That can’t have come out of your mouth.
"Please don't move me … it hurts so much."
"You heard her!" Jerry almost shouts, fighting against the guards. "Leave her alone!"
"Y/N’s opinion doesn't really matter now", the older one says, standing up. "She doesn't understand what's best for her. I'll take care of her even better than you do."
He bends down to pick her up.
"No, no, no, no, please-", you whine.
"Shh, it'll only hurt for a little while, I promise. Then everything will be good again."
"No, please…"
"Shh."
"Why don't you listen to her?!" Jerry spits.
You let out a moan of pain as you get lifted off the bed.
“Stop, Silas, for real!” Jerry panics. “She wishes to stay! You can't do that to her!”
You have never seen her like this. She actually looks — and sounds — terrified. She doesn’t look like the cruel woman who wears an iconic smirk … for once she resembles a real human.
“I can do whatever I want. Shut her up, she’s too loud”, Silas says and walks out of the room with you in his arms.
“D-Don’t kill her”, you manage to get out.
It’ll all be your fault if Jerry loses her life.
“I wasn't going to kill him!” Silas hurries to say. Clearly lying.
“Let me down, it hurts too much!”
"I'm so sorry. We're soon in the car, I promise."
He carries you out to the car and places you down in the backseat with your head in his lap. You start to cry as the car drives. The small jerking, rocking motion makes every muscle in your body ache. You’re deadly afraid that Jerry will crash this car too. You won’t survive another attack. Silas wipes your tears. God, his heart is aching. How could Jerry do this?
A week goes by. By now, you can walk normally, it’s only in the mornings and evenings you feel the pain in your body. Today though, a weird feeling has entered your body and won’t go away. Something will happen, you can feel it. It's been too peaceful for too long.
“Let’s bake something”, Silas says. “Let’s bake … a cake! You deserve a cake for being such a good girl even though Jerry broke your body.”
They walk down to the kitchen and prepare everything, taking out the eggs, milk, sugar, flour and what more they need.
“Are you ready?” Silas asks, holding up his phone for the recipe. “Let’s go.”
You start pouring in the different ingredients in the bowl and stir.
They take the cake out of the oven thirty minutes later. A wonderful scent has spread throughout the house. You smother the purplle vanilla cream over the cake, looking at the pretty color. You’re all in your own world.
Suddenly, she hears some weird sound. Silas frowns, looking behind him. Jerry and five of her men enter the kitchen with guns in their hands, directed at them.
“How nice to meet you again, Silas”, she smirks and looks at Y/N. “Hello, baby. You don’t have any bruises left. You’re still pretty.”
“Leave”, Silas growls. “Leave us alone.”
“I’m going to leave, but I have to bring my baby home first. I let you have her, I was generous. But now it’s time for her to come home. And I’m going to have her. You care about your men, don’t you? I will kill them one by one until you give Y/N to me voluntarily.”
She shoots one of the men to show that she’s serious and that she’s willing to kill more. You force your scream to silence as you watch the man fall down, blood covering his corpse. You start to shake as tears fall down your cheeks.
“One down”, Jerry says, tilting her head. “If you don't want more of your men to get a first class ticket to Hell, Silas, leave the room. Now.”
Silas sighs heavily, gives you a defeated kiss on your cheek before passing Jerry in the door.
“I will get her back, you know that”, he says. “I’m only letting you get her because I know you’ll do something insane that’ll scar her for life or give her even more bruises. Look at her, you’ve already done enough.”
“You’re right, I’d do something worse. Don’t worry though, I’ll take care of her, like I always do.”
Jerry walks over to the scared girl by the cake, collecting some purple icing on her finger, tasting it. Her gun is still in her hand, resting on the kitchen aisle. Your gaze is stuck on it as the tears fall down, shoulders shaking worse than before.
"It's good, you're a good baker", Jerry smiles. “Look at me.”
You force her eyes to meet hers.
“You’re going to come with me now, won’t you?” she asks.
You don’t answer.
“Y/N, I’m going to shoot one of Silas’s men for every minute you refuse to come with me.”
“Please don’t …”
“I’m not kidding.”
“Okay, okay, okay, fine, I’ll come.”
“Good girl..”
Jerry takes your hand, giving it a kiss. You have to walk over the dead body to get out of the kitchen. The smell of fresh blood is making your head and stomach spin. Jerry brings you with her out of the house, just in time for you to duck into a bush and throw up.
“Ah, poor baby”, she says worriedly, holding up your hair. “You’re not used to death. It’ll be fine.”
She helps you to the car. Your gut had been right. It had been too calm for too long.
Am I just a ragdoll for them to pull apart as they please? you think. I can’t deal with this anymore.
But you have no other choice.
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yandere Haechan! - I...I hate to admit it but I actually like it when you're rough with me...It makes me feel small and tiny...I like it when you choke me or slap me around..I like being your little toy
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Haechan: *He looks at you in shock as he processes what you’re saying. His expression shifts to one of adoration and joy as he chuckles and pulls you close, sitting you on his lap and wrapping his arms around you while cooing to you*
“Aww, jagiya! You’re so cute! Be happy that you admitted your true feelings! Now we can be even happier together and I can give you even more pleasure when I make love to you. I have no problem with being more rough with you, sweetie. In fact, I look forward to it. As long as you do as I say and be good for me, I’ll make sure you enjoy every single second. Let's celebrate this confession! I’ve gotten you to admit it, now I’ll make you beg for it.”
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Hope you enjoyed!
~Ahreum Rhea
#yandere kpop#kpop yandere#yandere talks#yandere haechan#yandere#yandere asks#yandere nct#nct yandere
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!! Ah !!
okay i need people around my age to become besties with! like talk about our deepest and fuck up thoughts and like idk still be friends. (or more 🫶😭)
#irl yandere#stalker bf#obsessive yandere#yandere coping#yandere imagines#yandere writing#yandere scenarios#yandere oc x reader#yandere headcanons#male yandere#female yandere#yandere talks#yanblr#yandere ideas#please i cant talk to other people in real life about but im deperatse for (a) friend(s)
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" When someone blocks or cuts you off it's for a damn good reason", I say with rage.
"My life is great as it is and someone like you will bring me it to ruin. You can have any woman why come after me when you can have a supermodel or a female heir to some crime family and leave me to live my little life", I say hoping his words would strike a chord and leave me alone.
Although, there was a minute bit of me wanting to see where it went my morals will stand throughout. I couldn't let him destroy my life and those closest to me.
"You don't know me, and you'll know me. Im, not a toy to be played with.", I speak with conviction.
Hongjoong: He always found it cute when you talked back to him, he loved your feistiness. “But we were so happy and you had everything when we’re together, why would give that up? You broke my heart when you left” He says with pout absentmindedly playing with his favored knife.
“Why would I bother meeting some other girl when she isn’t you. There’s only one person on this whole planet that I want and that’s you.” He says with a crazed look in his eyes. The hold on his knife tightens when you suggest he can have anyone else that isn’t you. “I will come into your life whenever I please and I will come after you like a virus and take over your whole life until there’s nothing left except me. Because then you’ll have no choice but to focus on me your soulmate” He says scarily calm.
He fully knew well there was no way to stop him, the king of the crime underworld. You have his full attention and love and yet you settle for some cashier who isn’t worthy to be in your presence. He chuckles before it turns into blown laughter “you’re cute darling when you try to be brave and scary. But let me be honest you can’t escape me. Not when I have the police on my payroll. You’re breaking my heart putting words into my mouth. You aren’t a toy in my eyes you are so much more than that. All I want to do is make you mine”
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I’m sorry your love treats you so unkindly. You deserve to be loved as you are, and I don’t think something as inconsequential as using his cologne is “crossing a line” ~Milkymeds
Thank you so much 🩷 I think he was teasing me about it, considering he lives in my house and we do just about everything together lol
I wish he saw it as a form of love, not JUST obsession, but I get it cuz my love IS obsessive and he doesn't get obsessed like that
#yandere talks#rat talks#yandere#yanderecore#yancore#lovesick#yandere aesthetic#lovecore#obsessive#obsession#unhealthy obsession#unhealthy love
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I did a thing called ‘yandere talks’ on my other blog. Basically you send in an ask asking or saying whatever and include the yandere you want to talk to and I'll be answering in character. I wanna do that again, fill my inbox 🙏
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Do you know which concept I‘m going feral over again at the moment?
Yandere!Priests
[Warning: Yandere + Violent & Lewd content]
It‘s really just about the absolute depravity of these priests.
A priest who‘s knuckles turn white as they grip the altar so hard to not just jump his darling on the spot while they are in the middle of a sermon. But their darling is sitting in the front row and they can smell their perfume and it‘s driving them absolutely insane and their cock so hard that they can‘t concentrate on their speech to the point they have to cut the service short. Everyone is so concerned about them but when their darling steps up to ask if they are okay or need something, they almost orgasm in front of everyone. (They‘ll make sure that their darling is the only person to take care of them, that‘s for sure. And while the priest is at it, they can invade their darling‘s home and life to the point of no return.)
Or confessional boothes where their darling is spilling all their worries and heartache, which is not only ideal for the priest to know to manipulate them later, but also because they can't help jerking off pitifully to their darling's voice. Imagining them on their knees sucking them off like the little devil his darling must be to turn the priest away from god. Yet the priest will be panting and gasping for air by the time they absolve their darling from the 'sins' they comitted, the priest hoping they'll be back soon with more.
A cult priestess who notices one of the followers turning away from the cult and it happens to very their darling. So they start sacrificing all their darling‘s friend and family, making them the outcast. Making sure they feel so threatened and scared that the moment the priest opens their arm for them, they run and confess all their sins. They are an outcast that the priest can take back under their wing, reform back to their faith and at the same time manipulate and gaslight them to the point that they won‘t want to leave the priests side anymore, which gives room for them to demand the ultimate sacrifice of the darling—their whole being.
A very beloved priest and their caretaker!darling. Priest is the chosen of god but they‘ll refuse to do anything they are supposed to if their darling isn‘t in reach for them at all times. Darling who was forced into this role but is now pressured into doing everything for the priest so the latter may provide the village with divine guidance. Darling that wants to escape but is dragged back and beaten into compliance. And a priest who basks in the glory of getting away with all the lewd and terrible things he does to them with no one to help the darling.
But it goes to other religious figures as well!
Angels that begin to fall from grace without realizing it because they start to simp for their darling and they really shouldn‘t. But the darling looks so cute and the angel loves it when you laugh. They're really trying not to favor them with divine intervention whenever their darling is having a bad day, but seeing their frown turn into a smile when they see a rainbow or pet a stray cat that thee angel led to them, they just can't help themselves from making their darling's life a little easier. That is, until the darling starts to truly commit sins (like fall in love with someone that is not the angel), and they have to do worse things (like watch over them as the darling undresses or masturbates) and they don't even realize just how much they are losing their angelic-ness, because the angel suddenly longs to be more than just a silent observer.
Nuns/Monks that are taking care of a lost sheep on their priests demands and start to forget about all their vows and duties, wanting to only be with them and stalking them around the grounds. Sneaking into their rooms to frolick in their darling's sheets and lick their spoon after dinner, their nethers tingling with lust as more and more depraved thoughts come into mind. Them sitting next to their darling at the sermon, their knees touching and the yan unable to keep themselves from panting and salivating over their darling, developing a desire to deprave them in the same way as the darling has the yan.
Anyway, I'm super normal about it but,
#yandere priestess#yandere angels#yandere priests#yandere nuns#yandere monks#yandere-talk#yandere#yandere imagines#yandere headcanons#yandere scenarios#yandere fanfiction#yandere writing#yandere stories#yandere oneshots#yandere oneshot#yandere drabble#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#Yandere TW
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i just had a thought
you know what would really fuck up the batfam in the "not tonight" series imagine the reader instead of leaving gets kidnnaped and when the batfam saves them reader breaks down into crying in relief because they genuenly believed the batfam would not bother to save them
Imagine the absolute horror the batman would feel
I know its a little farfetched but i live for the angst
No, no! I love that idea!!! And it isn't all that farfetched seeing as the reader is a well known musician on some level, and even if that wasn't the case- they're still the kid of Bruce Wayne. Which, honestly, is enough motivation for someone to kidnap them, I'd say. Especially if the reasoning is for money, revenge/jealousy, or both honestly.
Besides all that, though- oh my god that would be awful! I love it!
Because imagine things from the reader's perspective (which, there is implied violence inflicted on the reader, mentions a blood, and a gun is pointed towards them. So, if it isn't your cup of tea then that's fine!):
Your 'family' that barely acknowledges you enough as it is, and the only guy who ever seems to notice that you're around is the single butler that basically takes care of everyone and everything in the manor. Now, you're kidnapped because of your relation/connection to the family, and have no hope to do anything besides just pray.
Maybe you have tried to escape before a few times at this point, but the punishment for such attempts have now gotten to the point where if you try again and fail, you'd surely die. Maybe you've also been trying so hard to escape yourself because you're just that certain and sure that the Batfam won't save you. Since, up until this point, anything dealing with or connecting back to you in some way has been ignored or dismissed one way or another. Why would something like a kidnapping be any different? Especially when they also haven't noticed other events where you have gotten hurt before.
Right from the gate, you're already thinking that the Batfam won't save you. Not that they can't, but just like with everything else- something will come up and steal away their attention, and you'll be left by yourself, and to defend yourself as always. That's what always seems to happen, and so why would now be different? In your mind, it wouldn't. So that's why when your attempts to escape fail, and the punishments not only get worse, but begin to pile up and reach a point where you think you're going to die- the situation quickly becomes much scarier.
You don't hope that Batman will suddenly show up, and instead pray that your best friend will notice your missing somehow. You don't think that Nightwing, Red Robin, Spoiler, or Orphan will suddenly swoop in and save the day, but instead try and hope that your producer/boss notices that you haven't replied to his calls or texts and contacts someone. You don't even consider that Red Hood or Robin will come barreling in and quickly deal with your kidnappers before rescuing you — instead all of your thoughts are filled with silent whispers and desperate pleas that someone- anyone you know will notice that you're gone, or that something is wrong, and will contact somebody. With that 'somebody' being the police or anyone of help, but not the Batfam.
Maybe a small thought does slip by, but you can only internally laugh at yourself because you either think that you've already lost enough blood to actually try and believe that lie, or your just growing that desperate to have a little hope. To have something to cling onto in this moment, that you chose the one thing that you're so convinced will never be given to you. A thought that only further cements itself in your mind the more time passes. With hours turning into days, and days to weeks.
Perhaps that's why you try to escape again. Deciding that you had better odds of succeeding despite your injuries, than the Batfam ever coming to save you. Let alone even thinking about it, or even realizing that you were gone in the first place. Taking that risk of getting caught again, and potentially getting killed this time, because no matter how hopeless or unlikely it seems for you to escape and make it out- those chances will always be higher than any single person from the Batfam showing up, and even attempting to save you. Even on accident, or on a whim- that possibility is so unlikely in your mind, that it's basically nothing more than a made up scenario or daydream to you. It's not an 'if' or 'when', but a flat out 'won't'.
Maybe that's why when you fail you get so scared, but can't help but feel like this was inevitable somehow. Of course, you don't want to die- but you had tried your best. You fought until the very end, and it almost feels a little too fitting that things ended up this way. With your efforts ending in vain, and you having nothing to show for it. With your attempts futile, and almost seeming idiotic from an outsider's point of view, and maybe it was.
You never stood a chance. You were doomed for failure. Not even all the training and experience you had could save you- and only now could you see how truly worthless all your efforts had been. With a gun pointed to your head, and your own blood providing the only warmth you've felt in days.
There's an odd sense of comfort and familiarity in the chill that shoots down your spine, and the cold gaze that one of your kidnappers give you. They're carelessness and disregard for your health reminding you of something, with their rough attacks and harsh punches bringing back times where you really did need the Batfam, only for no one to show up. Your call dying down as fast as it had risen that day, and one you never even bothered to make again.
So maybe that was why you were so surprised when help arrived, and even more so when you saw who exactly it was.
Before you could even fully register anything, you began to cry. A wide smile full of disbelief grows on your face, and more tears begin to fall as the smallest of laughs escape you. 'Unbelievable' is the first word that comes to mind when describing what you felt, and thought when you saw Batman drop down from the ceiling and deal with the guy who was about to kill you, and heard some commotion just down the hall.
At first, your convinced it's all some silly dream, and that maybe during your final moments- your mind decided to give you something nice to send you off. Almost like a warm parting gift to distract you from the hopelessness, and reality of the situation. Though it's only when pain shoots through your entire body when you move a certain way, that the thought of all of this being some made up hallucination or delusion vanishes, and you can't help but cry harder.
You don't know if it's a good or bad thing that after all this time- the one time they actually notice that you're gone, is when you not only get kidnapped, but can't escape by yourself. That the one time they acknowledge you, you're almost dead, bleeding out, and the most messy and vulnerable you've ever been.
Maybe life really did have some grudge against you to go to such lengths to fuck you over, but right now you're too relieved to be saved to care at the moment.
Yet, to say the Batfam feels awful on a totally new level, is an understatement. They understand feeling relieved, but to this extent? It's like you never expected them to come and save you at all... and that little thought seems to be true when one of them tries to help you out, and you're still laughing weakly as you continue to cry. Asking through a broken, wavering voice if all of this is real, and isn't some fucked up hallucination your having to make passing on easier. That they really showed up, and as a last ditch effort to not make your death anymore painful then it has to be- this isn't just some... dream, to make you feel like you were actually cared for in your final moments.
It breaks their hearts, a lot.
Especially when you repeat questions, as if trying to really make sure that they're there, that they're real, and aren't just some figment of your imagination. That they actually came to save you, and weren't off saving Gotham or the world itself instead. Constantly trying to be sure, as if the moment you weren't- then you'd be convinced that you were slowly dying all alone, with no hope of help coming — not even thinking that the Batfam would come — and just have to sit with that fact as you take your final breaths.
The pain you feel is almost equal to their's, and what really worries and scares most of them is how sure and certain you are that they wouldn't show up. That either the thought would never cross their minds, or that something else would come up and they'd leave you for dead, or that they just wouldn't notice that you were kidnapped at all.
Which, said fright and worry is only amplified when you have to keep asking "Are you really here? Are you sure?" And the like, and they have to keep finding ways to prove to you that yes, they are here. They're helping you, and they're not leaving- they actually managed to save you, and that you're going be okay now. That they aren't going away, and are very, very real.
Each little, broken laugh chips away at the pieces of their hearts, and your own disbelief that they can't seem to get rid of no matter what they do or say, is just a punch to the gut. You didn't just think that they wouldn't show up, but were fully convinced that they wouldn't even bother with it. That own realization just... hurts more than anything.
Had they really been that awful to you? Had they really caused you so much pain and hurt that you'd not only think of such a thing, but fully believe it? They didn't remember doing anything in particular that would cause you to think that way... but maybe that wasn't the problem. It wasn't what they did to you, but rather what they didn't do, and that's when the pieces finally begin to click.
Of course some don't want to believe it, similar to how some of them in "Not Here" express a brief moment of denial and disbelief themself, but they don't get to experience such a luxury anymore. Not with you here- bleeding, hurt, and crying from both relief and disbelief, because you couldn't believe that they actually showed up.
Even when they do quickly take you to a hospital and get you treated, that image of you is still ingrained into their minds. They can't forget it- how you looked at them and spoke, and just how you treated the whole situation because of how convinced you were.
From here they'll try to rebuild what they can, and all definitely be 100% more protective then they've ever been. The moment you're able to come home (which, you ARE coming home. No if's or but's. You don't get a chance this time.), they're doing everything in their power to not only 'fix' everything, but make sure that you are safe at all possible moments of the day.
It's safe to say that the whole experience traumatized the whole family to a certain degree. Not only with you being kidnapped- but you trying to escape multiple times and almost dying, because you were so convinced that no one would show up to help. (Which, while it was also because you can genuinely handle yourself and did believe you could escape on your own, the Batfam doesn't entirely believe that (and you almost dying doesn't help with that) so they chalk it up to you being desperate, because you 'knew' that no one was coming to save you. Which also may or may not make certain people worse in the process.) So they're already leaning pretty heavy on the yandere tendencies. Which most likely develop over the time you're in the hospital, and into your first week or so staying in the Manor.
Which does lead us to your little addition:
Which, you are very correct!!!
Our boy Jason, put in very simple terms, doesn't take the situation well. At all.
Seeing you bloodied, bruised, abused, malnourished, and on the brink of death no less- definitely doesn't help with his reaction at all.
Don't get me wrong! All of them react pretty negatively to the situation, and many of them have very strong reactions- Jason in particular just has the worst and strongest one. :]
The moment he sees you, he's immediately reminded of his death. The urge to comfort you is strong, but he just doesn't know what to do- and so he ends up not doing anything until you're in the hospital. Which, leading up to that point, he's checking your pulse as often as he can.
He knows what it's like to be hopeless, and feel that helpless- but to know that you experienced that? To know that you almost died like he did? It ruins him. It fucks him up more than anything else.
From the way you looked at the Batfam- the way you looked at him, and just how utterly relieved you were, despite drowning in your own disbelief- it haunts him. The state they found you in messed him up enough, but all of your questions, and just how you were even trying to reassure yourself that them showing up and saving you was real, fucked him up big time.
Before he knows it, he's hunting down the people who kidnapped you, and wiping out whatever is left of their bloodlines. Not sparing a single person, as they didn't spare you- with their generations leading to your kidnappers being born.
He's making their final moments just as painful as yours would've been. Their agony almost matching his, as he couldn't forget the night they saved you. He refused to. That moment forever engraved into his mind, reminding him of what also was if they were a second too late, and how it made him realize just how much he's fucked up along with everyone else.
While Jason can't exactly just waltz into the Hospital to visit you, since he is still considered dead and everything, he sneaks into your room instead. Trying to give what comfort he can in his own silent, but close way. Holding your hand with a gentleness even foreign to himself, and saying how he's sorry and that he'll make it up to you. Promising every night that he'll make those that made you suffer pay with their lives, and then some. Saying how he won't leave your side ever again, only to be gone by the morning.
He brings what he can as well. Even if it isn't as showy or extravagant as any of the things that Bruce, Damian, Dick and so on are getting you, or as pretty and lively as the flowers that are placed by your bedside. It's just his own little way of trying to make it up to you.
The small, little gifts he gives you are indeed little, and he doesn't give much since he doesn't think that your forgiveness or love can be bought. But he still tries to give something. So he'll give things that can be as little as hair ties or bracelets, to earrings (that totally aren't matching) and a little music box that reminded him of the melodies you've made thus far. It's all just another way of saying that he cares about you, and not only wants to build your relationship but be connected to you somehow.
The earrings, even if you don't wear them but just have them, make him feel closer to you then he can. He hopes that in some little way, that whenever you wind and let that music box play its tune, that you are reminded of him or think of him in some way. That when you wear or even look at the few ties and bracelets he's given you, he comes to mind in some small way, and manages to bring the smallest of smiles on your face.
Jason doesn't yearn to be remembered or seen fondly, but he would like to and deeply appreciate it. Since when he looks at his earnings, he's reminded of you, and the pair he managed to give you. Leaving him unable to fight back the smile that grows on his face.
For the most part, he just generally tries to be more present, hardly leaving you alone unless he has to, and spending every moment he can by your side. Moments that begin to last longer once he finishes his buisness with your kidnappers, and their families. He doesn't push too hard or is super in your face and constantly invading your personal space. He just exists in your presence, and as long as you're around he's got no complaints.
Though he does get extremely protective and possessive. Especially if your sleeping or something, and someone walks in. God have mercy if they need to wake you up, and dare to try without saying anything to Jason first.
Which- all of this boils down to you getting scary dog privileges every night, which turns into an almost 24/7 type of deal when you get discharged from the hospital.
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Sorry if this is a little all over the place. I wrote it all in one go for the most part and haven't really looked it over, so there's probably some mistakes I didn't catch and missed 😅
Still, I hope that's alright, and as you can see- i really enjoy this idea :]
#talking daydreams#yandere batfam#platonic yandere batfam#gn reader#platonic yandere#yandere dc#yandere batfam x reader#yandere jason todd
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Would you be willing do to a yandere Percabeth fic? Even if it’s like three paragraphs long…I need to know what you’d do with it. If you’re taking requests or anything because I can’t find it but you also don’t have to take it.
— OUR BEST GIRL
pairing: dark!percabeth x fem!reader
summary: percy and annabeth would do anything for their girl.
warning: dark themes, obsession, violence
a/n: ik it’s short but here you go @lady-ashfade ❤️
you didn’t exactly know how you ended up between the two. whether it was by accident or by their design, you were always seen as the third in their relationship, not that anyone dared to comment on it.
you were the balance between the two, the sweet, smart, clumsy girl, in their eyes you needed protection. protection that only they could provide. it was one of the few things that they didn’t fight over, you were far to sweet to be alone. they were completely infatuated with you.
you were also oblivious to their actions and behaviour, believing them to have your best intentions at heart, of course they did! they loved you! they’d moulded you into needing them, seeking their presence and approval. you trust them, truly. everyone else around you, all the campers could see how defensive they were when it came to you.
“where have you been?” annabeth turned around at your footsteps, sounding her to your arrival. you frowned, “that poor demeter girl, she ended up in the infirmary after training. we tried to ask her who hurt her but she was too scared to talk!”
percy feigned concern, “that sucks. do you wanna swim tonight?” the smile on his face made you giggle, “cmon perce! she’s injured the poor thing.” percy held his arm up, “annabeth sliced me in training, i’m injured, why don’t i get the same concern?” he pouted as you gasped, “oh my god! are you okay?”
you quickly surveyed the bandaged arm as annabeth scoffed, “please i barely touched him.” you swatted her arm, “i’m okay, but i think a kiss would help.” you rolled your eyes before kissing his cheek, “cmon, let’s swim!” you ran inside your cabin, gathering your swimming necessities and clothes as the two leaned against the columns.
“you think she’ll talk?” percy glanced over to annabeth who was intently viewing you excitedly pack towels and snacks for the three of you, “nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘p’ as she stood on both feet, “but even if she does, we’ll make sure she doesn’t ever again.” she shrugged, free of worry or concern as she made her way inside to you, percy following along.
the amount of campers that had ended up mysteriously injured, almost fatally, for even approaching you whilst they weren’t present? too many to count. after more than enough injuries and bruised egos, the camp began to take a hint, you were off limits.
you were their best girl, and theirs only.
#yandere annabeth chase#yandere annabeth chase x reader#yandere!percy jackson x reader#yandere percy jackson x reader#percy jackson x fem!reader#yandere percy jackson#percy jackson x reader#percy jackson fic#yandere percabeth x reader#percabeth x reader#annabeth chase x you#annabeth chase x reader#kira and ash talk <3
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my favorite ship dynamic fr
#'chrona why do you have so many office workers that look exactly the same?'#< for self insert purposes#LMAO#jirai kei#girly kei#yandere male#yandere oc#yandere boy#yandere#she's talking abt sanrio btw#they're both red flags#red flag x red flag is the best
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(´ε｀ )♡ Thinkin about a very clingy Zoro
CW: Sort of Yandere/Nonestablished Relationship. Noncon/dubcon. Fem!Reader
He's not vocal about his clinginess, more of a action man instead. Since you were first accepted in the crew, he wasn't all that welcoming compared to the rest of the crew. Especially Sanji who quickly warmed up to you, making you your favorites dishes and drinks on the night to celebrate your arrival in the crew. You were playing around with Chopper and Usopp when you felt someone sit in the seat right next to you, looking to your left you find the green-haired swordsman chugging down a mug of beer.
His eye lazily glanced down at you with his one good eye, slamming down his mug, making you jump a bit in your seat. He raised an eyebrow at that.
"Didn't think our new crewmate would be so jumpy." He snorted, making your face heat up and your blood boil a bit. Usopp waves him off, "Oh, come on! We all can't be power monsters like you guys. I, for one, am glad to add another person who has common sense to our crew!" He quickly changes the mood by taking your hand in his and pulling you to the dance floor, Chopper following suit. The three of you hold hands in a circle and started jumping around. You quickly forgot about that small interaction with Zoro, but that entire night he never took his eye off of you.
You soon realized that Zoro is just a bit rough around the edges and mostly blunt but he doesn't mean any real harm. Still, you keep your distance mostly from him, opting to hang out with Chopper or Usopp instead. There was just something about the way he looks at you, like he was eyeing down a prey, it makes your spine shiver anytime you glance his way and catch him staring back.
Maybe he was still untrusting of you? It would make sense, he is the first mate, he gotta protect his crew after all. That was the reason you told yourself at least, to justify all the time you caught Zoro just staring at you from afar or downright following you. You gotten slowly used to his presence, not jumping up in shock anymore, anytime he would sneak up behind you or placed a hand on your shoulder.
Zoro got warmer to you, you think at least. He's usually fighting beside you in battles, or walking close by when you're out shopping in town. A hand on your shoulder, moves to a hand down your back, to a hand on your waist. You figured after a while, he accepted you as a crewmate and was just overprotective of the newcomer. It didn't help you found Zoro kinda attractive, so you let him get away with the small touching he did.
And then the touching grew into more and more, and you found yourself not being able to voiced out concerns anymore. The other crewmate, beside Luffy, often giggled when they find the two of you together. Usopp and Franky would make kissy faces when Zoro would sit next to you at lunch. Sanji looks at you dejected from time to time, muttering under his breath, "What does she even see in that moss-brain idiot.."
It wasn't like you were dating Zoro, right? He never asked you out officially, he just always been there. Always...
And, now he was getting bold with his actions. When he's sleeping on the desk, resting his back on the side of the Sunny, he would sense you walking by and trips you on purpose. Making you land on his lap and holding you there. Letting out a huge yawn over your complaining and rolling over on top of you, if you were to squirm around too much. Brook would wolf-whistle if you kept on squirming while underneath Zoro, making you effectively stop all movement.
When it's his turn on the Crow Nest, Zoro would pick you up by the scuff of your shirt, dragging you away from whatever it was you're doing and make you go up there with him. He'll do the same when he's in training at the gym. Stating that he needs "help" with his workout. Though, you're not sure what you're helping by just sitting on his chest or back while he does his reps.
If you're in town or meeting other crews, Zoro would be behind you, or he'll have you tucked into his side, arms around you tight. Glaring at anyone who ever tries to look your way. All the other crews knew that you were 'Zoro's property' and not to mess with you, unless they wanted to end up on impaled on his swords.
He knew your routine to a T, what time you woke up, takes a shower, your daily tasks. And he would just be there at your side or if he had another task to do, he'll keep an eye on you, always...
He knew what you like and dislike, picking up small snacks and trinkets for you, dropping them off on your lap without a word. But looking down at you expectingly, like cat wanting praise for being their owner an offering. Though you were unsure who was the pet and who was the owner in this scenario, as somehow you ended up in Zoro's bed.
Dragged away once again, right after a bath night with the girls too. Nami giggled at the two of you and Robin told you to "Keep it safe." as she waves you off, the both of them seemingly ignoring the confused and panicked look on your face.
He smelt like musk and sweat and you idly wondered if he showered yet or just came to bed right after the gym. He was still shirtless as he presses you right up agaisnt his chest, his head buried on top of your hair. Snuffing at your scent, a deep rumble blooms in his chest as he squeezes you a bit tighter, his biceps trapping you in this position. He lets out a deep sigh, hands traveling down your body, grabbing and pinching at your skin.
Grunting out when you start to wiggle and struggle a bit in his grasp, accidentally brushing your knees right up against his hard on. He push his own knee right between your legs, forcing them apart as he makes you grind on his thigh. The thin pajamas short you were wearing did little to help against the friction it was causing, he flexes his thighs in a way that make you mewl out and dig your nails in his shoulders.
"Good girl.." He growls out, finally addressing you like a person and not some doll.
"Zo-Zoro, what are we-Mmph!" He silences you with a kiss, speeding up his movement and moving his hands down to grope at your ass. His tongue parting your lips open and invading your mouth hotly. You moan so sweetly underneath him like this, your back arching up into him as he remove one hand to ghost under your shirt, pinching at your nipples.
He parts away from you, and from the moonlight coming thru the window. You saw Zoro's face, flushed with a light pink, and his eye starting down at you. A deep dark desire swirling within them, he grins almost manically at you.
"I knew it... I always knew you wanted me too...haha.."
He moves back a bit to get both legs in between yours so he could spread you open even more. His hands gripping the soft flesh of your thighs and pushing it to your chest. Your hands clamber to stop him, heart racing over this fast exchange of events.
"You're gonna be punished for making me wait so long.."
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Only Mine
Mafia leader!yandere OC x Y/N
Summary: you're falling apart and the only one that can help you is the very same mafia leader that caused you this fright. You refuse to ask him for help. But when you get desperate, you seem to have no other choice.
Warnings: threats, manipulation, slightest hint of suggestive, mentions of death, possessiveness
Word count: 0.8k
The nights when you can't sleep are the worst. You hate the feeling that grow in your chest everytime it happens. You need someone's arms around you to avoid you falling apart. Bits and pieces of you are flaking off, fragments falling to the wooden floor. What happens if you wait too long? Will there be nothing left of you? What shell is it thats falling off? The one that resists Silas? Or the one that makes you, you. Whatever part of you it is, you don't want to lose it. You'll have to call for him.
Shakily you pull yourself out of the comforting satin sheets and head for the door. Trying to open it is no use. It's locked. However, you know that there are two guards on the other side. Silas has your safety on the top of his priority lists. He's an odd character you can't understand. Maybe you don't want to. Instead, you knock gently, regretting it right away. Too late to back out now.
"Yes, miss?" one of the guards asks as he meets your pleading, shameful eyes.
"I-I ...", you start, but close your mouth again. Your cheeks burn.
"Are you alright?" the other guard asks
"I need to see Silas."
"You can't, the boss is in a meeting-"
Panic starts to fill your body. You have to see Silas! Who knows how long you have until every piece of you have disappeared? It's pathetic and you know it, but you can't stop it. Your fogged up mind needs someone to hold before you break and the only one you know in this house is Silas. Those weeks down in the basement really messed you up.
"I have to meet him!" you raise your voice.
"That isn't possible."
You try pushing yourself through the two unreasonable men. They grab you and push you back. You're not going to leave the bedroom. Their fingers bury in your skin.
"Let me go!" you shout. "Don't touch me!"
"Get back in your room now-"
"What's going on here?"
The voice makes the three of them look towards the end of the corridor. Silas is walking towards them like a giant. His body language alone is enough to frighten them.
"Let my girl go or I'll cut your hands off", Silas warns them.
They let you go at once. You stumble backwards and start walking back into the bedroom. You run your hand through your hair and take a deep breath. Silas pushes through into the bedroom, giving the guards a nasty look. He closes the door behind him, muttering something about them not going to live long. You suddenly feel bad and that your own worries doesn't matter as much. It suddenly feels so stupid to risk the guards lives just because you're a pathetic little bitch.
"What happened, baby?" the mafia leader asks and walk over to you. "Why did you need me?"
"I just feel ... lonely ... I guess ...", you mutter. "But now I kind of regret it all. You're not actually going to hurt them, right?"
"Of course I will. They laid their filthy hands on you."
"They tried to stop me from leaving the room you told me to stay in."
Silas sighs and rolls his eyes. You sit down on the bed and tilt your head slightly, finding it amusing how he can't take his own words.
"Don't look at me like that, little girl unless you want to end up in the basement again", he warns.
You look down in your lap again and swallow. Silas walk over to you and sink down on his knees in front of you. He leans his head on your knees and looks up at you.
"What did you want?" he asks with a playful hint in his eyes. "Do you want me to make you feel good? Have you finally come to your senses?"
"That was not it."
"It wasn't?"
He seems genuinly surprised. You fumble over your words. Why would he think ...?
"I want a hug", you say.
"A hug? That's easy."
He stands up and embraces you in his strong arms. You hate how he makes you feel at ease for now, hate how he's gotten into your head. You lean your head against his shoulder. Tomorrow, you'll resent him again, you promise yourself. But for tonight, you need him close to fill the horrifying void in your heart. Tomorrow, you'll come to your senses.
"My pretty girl", he murmurs against your hair. "Only mine. Say it. Say that you're only mine."
"I'm only yours", you whisper, not believing your own words but say them to avoid pain.
"And the fuckers that try to take you from me will be heavily punished. No one touches what's mine. Look at you, so sweet and fragile. I knew I made a right choice taking you." He caresses your hair. "Just sleep, baby. I will hold you."
And that's where you fall asleep that night. You hope it'll be the last time you fall asleep in his arms, but you know it won't. Now that he's understood that you need him for something else rather than pleasure, he will make sure to treasure you like you were his own little porcelain doll. Only safe in his arms.
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Yanfere Yeosang - “I just need you to love me!” 🥺
*He looks at you with those sharp, contemplating eyes. His head tilted to the side as he ponders just how much he should give into your whim. *
"I already do love you, sweetheart." *he states with a blank face* "Haven't I done everything for you? Haven't I told you every night that I'd fetch the stars and the moon from the sky for you? I buy you everything that you've ever asked for. Is that not good enough?"
*part of him wonders if you're just messing around with him. He has made it clear from the very moment you met that he's the biggest simp for you and everyone knows it, and there is no shame in it. Then he begins to worry that he has been slacking off and it has made you insecure*
"What do you want babe? A back rub? some cuddles? a bubble bath with your favorite bath bomb in it? I can add a trail of flowers and lit candles to add to the ambience. Do you want me to make you dinner? Buy your favorite snacks? How long has it been since I gave you a new teddy bear or sweatshirt? Do you want to watch your favorite movie? We can build a pillow fort....."
*He'll go on and on, listing off things that he knows you enjoy. This boy wants you to know that he worships you like a god/goddess. He feels ashamed that he has made you feel unsure of his love for you. He'll do anything and everything to make up for it.*
~YandereYeosang
#yandere#yandere talk#yandere yeosang#yandere talks#yandere ateez#ateez yandere#yandere kpop#kpop yandere
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I ate your heart
warnings: graphic description of: violence, SA, gore, mentions of cannibalism, murder, reader almost gets graped, alcoholism*, manipulation, ‘victim blaming,’ unhealthy coping mechanisms, dark content - alastor and readers relationship is up for interpretation
dawg imagine you get killed by yan human alastor.🫣
like you’re thinking that you’ll finally be safe in the afterlife, hoping that you got a spot in heaven. (yet apparently, premarital sex would automatically remove your spot in line for a chance at salvation)
blasphemy does those kinda things🤷🏻
doesn’t matter if you lived as a nun. helping sinners see the light and righteousness of god. doesn’t matter if you fed por hand your entire life. or even if you solved the trolly problem.
one toe out of line, and your ass is grass.
so you’re in hell. if you knew you’d be going to hell you would’ve done a lot worse things in your human life for more power.
imagine living on the low, yeah you’ve killed people, maybe even took a soul or two. but it’s nothing to brag about, especially compared to the over lords.
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very important note at the end.
1-800-662-4357 - addiction hotline.
-
by pressing ‘read more’ you have consented to reading this.
just a few years into your stay they started going missing. one, by one.
there was a whisper in the wind, a chill in the air as everyone had this impending sense of dread as a new over lord would be found almost daily. ripped to shreds, horribly mutilated, with missing limbs and ginormous bite marks that would open the food gates for intestines to spill out and pool around them.
sometimes there were no intestines at all.
or a body.
yet there was always a new broadcast
it wasn’t an exaggeration that everyone has been looking over their shoulders whenever the shadows looked a bit longer than usual. when the air starting churning and crackling. when the sudden sound of screaming ripped through the air. it was a natural hell-born reflex to flinch at the slightest noise of static.
a conditioning technique his radio broadcasts seemed to involuntarily instill on sinners.
you’ve never seen this so called ‘radio demon’ in person before. well, barely have been able to escape him and tell the tale so you weren’t sure what to look for.
or look out for. all you knew is that his name was alastor. and that whenever you heard that name you blood ran cold and your body stiffened.
tour mind would ring and your head would pound as you try to remember just where you’ve heard that name before.
yet your memory always failed you.
but alcohol never did.
seated at a bar as noisy club music blasted, you trace your finger longingly on the rim of your shot glass. eyes already drooping as your wrist which was keeping your head propped up started to ache.
you wouldn’t call yourself an alcoholic per say. more of a,,, continuous connoisseur. which was surprising due to the  hellish prices on everything here.
it’s not eternal damnation unless there’s a 5% sales tax plus gruitivity.
so instead of working your ass off to make a living, you’ve decided: ‘hey, it’s hell! i can do whatever i want (to an extent) and so i choose to scam men!!’
with every new bar came a new rotation of men looking to take up the empty seat next to you. you puffed your chest as you recalled a few women and non conforming folks take the seat sometimes.
you always made sure to… entertain them.
feeling a familiar pit in your stomach, you pause your hand. the coldness of the shot glass cooling your hot lips as the animal man next to you howls with laughter. the alcohol hitting his system like a firecracker.
and like clock work, his hand slipped around your waist, as he whispered filthy nothings you didn’t bother to catch, having heard it all before. even the sweet begging to take out to one of the many sex rooms the club has.
yet he dragged you towards the exit.
and you allowed him.
you thought it comically ironic that you were doing just the thing that punched your ticket down here.
the bitter cold nipped at your skin and tickled your brain. you were always so confused with the temperature of hell. freezing at night, scorching during the day.
even he’ll hated the homeless. who knew 🤷🏻
in the alley next to the club the animal man was biting and clawing at you. panting and speaking gibberish as his clumsy movements seemed to cause a new line of blood on your skin. you couldn’t do much to stop it.
limbs and eyes heavy as you tried focusing on him, on his wandering hands, his filthy mouth.
you wanted to go home.
he favored ignoring your sluggish mumbling and groans to comment about ‘wanting to fuck you nice and hard, giving you a few kits to remember him by.’
your clothes were practically in shreds. the chill in the air adding a faux impression of clarity as your arms started to weakly bang against him.
you didn’t even think he noticed as your fists wouldn’t even make it to his chest. you were so weak right now.
the only reason you weren’t crumpled on the ground as because he were pinning your entire body to the wall.
yet the inconsistent grip he had on you caused you to ping pong a bit.
“s stowp” you slurred, head lolling down as you felt his claws stop momentarily. he let out a cackle that rang through your eyes and rattled your brian stem.
fuck. you hissed. this is gonna one shit of a hang over
the drunk broke your thoughts as he continued his drunken rambles.
“the moment you took the sshhhot” spit flew in your face “i paid for… you were mine” he pushed his face in your neck, the hotness of his breathe sending distressed shivers down your body. urging your body to WAKE UP
yet he kept you pinned. you head looked to the side when tears started streaming down your face and with a big, slimy lick he greedily lapped them up.
you started struggling once his claws moved to your legs.
fuck fuck fuck you fucked up. you fucked up. why did you think this was a good idea, you knew something bad was going to happen. why didn’t you just listen to your gut. why didn’t you just take his watch and turn to the next man. why did you entertain him.
why did you let him buy you that drink.
“angel shot” had different meanings for the orderer.
if a woman ordered it, then security would either beat the shit or kill the demon she pointed out. (whether the staff respected women or just wanted an excuse to get blood on their hands, was a topic you often avoided thinking about)
but, if a man orders it… he wants to take a woman to the heavenly gates of sovereignty himself.
that last part is often open to interpretation.
nothing ever got done about these drinks. you were in hell after all. you think the politicians would ban something they invited?
the sting of his drool on an open, bloody bite mark on your collarbone ripped you from the sanctuary of your minds palace as his glowing yellow pierced into yours.
in an instant you felt nails digging into the flesh of your bruised and battered neck. blood dripped from your neck and onto your body as he squeezed harder.
black spots danced across your vision, followed by white, then purple, then red.
“help” you choked out, head lolling to the alley way as people walked by, not even phased. it was just an average day in hell after all.
the arm that wasn’t trying to put distance between you and him was heavily reaching out towards the street. hoping anyone, anything would come save you from your fuck up.
“get ready to meet god, bitch” he growled, hands-
there was a squelching noise as his breathe stilled. you dropped to the ground, hard. as he let go of you. his clawed hands fell limp to his sides. his face was blank as he staggered back.
“w-what” he stuttered, arms shakily moving to his stomach- well, what used to be his stomach- as a black tendril was impaling him.
you couldn’t move, couldn’t even stand or lift your eyes to see the scene before you. your heart beat was slow, yet thunderous in your ears. it’s thump almost made you miss the pleading, miss the screams of absolute anguish as the sound of flesh tearing and static and laughter filled the air. miss the way his head rolled in your direction before a dark, clawed hand reached from the hands and snatched it back.
it felt like hours before someone came up to you. but realistically, it was only a few seconds before you felt something hard and metal touch your head. only for the oddly shaped stick to wrap around your hair and yank your head up.
you groaned at the pain, eyes droopy as you struggled to stay conscious. you wouldn’t have been able to fight even if you wanted to.
paralyzing fear that washed over you like a tsunami, RUN. a voice spoke. yet you couldn’t even breath automatically. that job becoming harder and harder with each passing second. you couldn’t forget about the possibility of broken bones after… your viscous assault.
so you had no choice but to stay pliant to the new player in the game. 
“well well well” your eyes snapped up, your eyes met the abyss as a ferocious, crazed grin greeted you.
“it seems you carried over that habit of keeping… bad company he mused. although there was a hint of amusement in his radio voice, you knew there was nothing to laugh about.
he sighed before picking up the demons decapitated head by his hair. pushing it toward your face you were forced to smell him.
he pulled his staff- you- closer to the head, your upper body twisted uncomfortably as you were almost nose to nose with you.
a whine left your throat as alastor face came into your peripheral vision.
“what’s wrong? i thought you two were in the middle of something! but all means continue, i would hate to intrude”
he wasn’t talking about tonight. you knew that.
you felt your consciousness slip for a moment, only for a moment as a sharp sting penetrate your skull.
in a moments time the head was gone, but it was replaced by a dreaded sense of dejavú.
your brows widened as the face of pure, unadulterated fear contorted onto your face.
his grin only seemed to widen as his eyes crinkled harder.
“it seems someone remembers something. tell me miss y/n” he leaned closer, some kind of indigenous symbols started to crackle and float around him.
“tell me what you remember” he sneered, radio voice growling as his horn stretched out longer than before.
your mouth was dry, yet your tears were bountiful as your body’s natural reactions took over.
you were petrified. alastor knew this as you inhaled the intoxicating scent of terror that cling to you like perfume as you struggled to speak.
he hummed in what sounded like disappointment. but you were never sure what he was feeling as that damned smile was always glued on his face. even now.
he stepped away as he dropped your head, luckily your arms were positioned as the perfect pillow for your head to fall onto.
“since that cat has clearly stolen your tongue” he mused, briefly looking to the furry body he just… exterminated. he got bigger. horns growing even linger from his head, like branches from a tree, his already deformed limbs cracked and snapped like twigs as they went in all they grew longer, and larger in thr wrong directions.
you hadn’t thought it possible, but his smile grew larger, sharper as more teeth were revealed. pointy, yellow stained teeth with chunks of flesh and fur still in them smiled at you.
you were scared.
scared for you life-
your soul.
you wanted an escape.
giving up on physical escape meant the only place safe was your mind. yet even there he still resides.
yet his limbs weren’t twisted and broken, his voice wasn’t shrouded in statics and his hair most certainly wasn’t red.
you gasped.
alastor.
his face deepened.
“so you’ve remembered…”
you were shaking, visibly shaking as you saw two of him.
one with full teeth and brown eyes and hair… the other…
monstrous, nightmarish. hell-ish
why’d you think you could escape him, why’d you think you’d get mercy in your afterlife, when you didn’t revive any in your past life.
you didn’t wanna die by the same man twice.
alastor, who could practically read your mind inched his face down further
“don’t worry little one, i do not plan on making the same mistake twice.” like a flicker of a candle his demonic form turned into his human form. though you must have imagined or hallucinated it. as the thing was still there.
yet with each passing moment his horns subdued into his head. his grin downgraded into a smile as the symbols slinked out of existence one by one.
“i was quite… emotional back then.” he pet your hair, instantly stopping your shaking. he pretended it wasn’t because you were scared stiff.
“i didn’t know how to react when i heard you had a midnight rendezvous with the librarians son. it broken my heart” he sniffles, eyes slowly turning back into red slits.
“it saddened me, woed me to do what i had to do.” he sighed. you felt a punch to your gut as his personality did a compete 180.
“i never wanted to… yet you left me in a tricky situation” he shook his head sadly, palm against his cheek to empathize his sadness.
“but!” he said, a smile on his face as he pointed up. “i know it wasn’t your fault, that boy had been ogling you far too long so i did the only thing i thought that was fitting.”
his free hand opened his palm, showing you a faux image of smoke and mirrors, a woman and a man.
they looked around before they noticed each other. you could tell what their relationship was by how they ran to each other.
before they could reach each other, he crumpled his fist, nails digging into his glove as his slits narrowed.
“i ate you heart”
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1-800-662-4357 - addiction hotline.
*as the author I feel obligated to write this : reader is an alcoholic but they can’t see that they are. due to having friends struggle with this i’m telling you guys straight out. that reader is addicted to alch so that part isn't up to interpretation. it’s very serious and very isolating, please think about your friends and families before you go down this path. voluntarily or involuntarily. addiction isn’t fun or even remotely ‘cool.’ the more serious talks we have about addiction instead of crossing it out as 'something only dirty people do' and start seeing it for the monster it truly is; is the day we will get as a society. although i didn’t struggle with alcohol addiction, i was victim to another kind that plagues me to this day, so please take my advice and make smart choices.
this also extends to self destructive behaviors, like what reader is doing
personally, i think alastor is some kind of ace / demiromantic
out of all the things I was gonna write to come back, I never would've thought it was gonna be a hazbin hotel imagine. let alone an alastor x reader one.
#if you guys want more lmk☝️#personally I think alastor is ace#alastor my love#but what is media if not interpretable#if ANY of you are going through something#not just my moots#im always here to talk as I've seen through a thing or two cause ive been through a thing or two😼#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#alastor x reader#yandere alastor x reader#hazbin hotel alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#alastor
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Henry truly made me feel alive, I decided to follow him and run away from hongjoong be free to love who I want and be free of his influence. I told henry yes to the plan of running away with him and that was when the preparations truly started. I was also worried about our education and our ability to transfer our course credits but henry assured me everything would work out for us.
My mind couldn't help but wonder to where we would stay, food, jobs and everything else but little did I know of what was lurking round the corner.
Henry smiles happy to hear that you would follow him. The two of you could finally have your happy ending. It was amazing how love can make you blind and even when the truth is staring at you in the face love is blinding.
He would have everything figured out soon enough and you two could have the happy ending you both dreamed of. He had the happiest smile on his face as he fell asleep with you in his arms. In the dead of night he made a single text. He knew he had to play this smart in a way that wouldn’t destroy all the hard work he’s out for the past few months.
Unfortunately all games have to come to an end and this game would end soon. Henry was out getting things so you two could prepare to leave. Your phone went off it was him the man who had been haunting you. Hongjoong sat in his office waiting for you to answer the phone .
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......pls don't make me kill u ......
I hope you don't mind blood.
I can't control this urge to kill.
I swear it's only to protect you.
Why are you running away from me ?!
I'm only doing this because I love you !
Can't you see we belong together!
If you don't behave
I'll have to teach you a lesson.....
......pls don't make me kill u ......
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