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Would it be alright if you did a Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, where they target the reader, but unknown to them, she is the most chaotic person who owns around 30 Canadian Geese (Which strangely always have a bigger geese that is the leader and whom the Reader dotes on, which always somehow gets knives and tries to stab despite the Reader insisting that their baby is just be friendly). In the meantime, our dear Reader is just enjoying how these weird killers are trying and failing to get by the horde of geese that constantly body slam into them and for some reason always pushes them into a pile of geese poo which apparently the Reader is convinced can be used for fertiliser.

No, not at all.

And every time you went for a walk, he was waiting there. Smiling, waving, even. But you couldn’t exactly trust the man. He was named Mr. Whatsit.

At first you thought he might’ve been a new neighbor,

Then you realized very quickly that he wasn’t a neighbor.

He was not someone you could trust at all.

"y/n," he said."you look lovely today." you noticed his eyes on you constantly. eyeing your figure, like a creep. he didn't hide that at all. but you almost felt like you were drawn to him. maybe it was his appearance and the way he talked to you, or something else.

something more supernatural.

like your parents, you searched day and night for your brother and the other kids.

one night, you were startled when you heard mr. whatsit say," you won't find him out here."

you turn."how the fuck do you know that?"

he smiled."your brother, and all the other children, are safe with me. do you wish to see them?"

he holds out your hand.

you have two options here, one, do the logical thing and report him, or two, see the children and your brother. just to take a look, but desperation began to eat at you.

he reached his hand out for you.

you take it, but you immediately regret it, you knew as soon as it happened, you saw briefly his real form. and that you weren't going to be coming home.

summary: in a desperate time of need, you summon a demon. however this demon becomes your nightmare.

warnings: blood, rituals, eventual smut, possessive behavior, murder(more so implied), death, but not of reader or jinu( not this time), other warnings to be added. virgin!reader, but more so implied, but mentioned sometimes.

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yandere! saja boys x reader thoughts. (fic/series will eventully be written). i just did not know what to write for them lol. here you go!

being demons, they're very possessive. but it is partly because you are their mate, so they just instinctively feel this way.

they first found you when you went to one of their shows. You were one of their biggest fans naturally.

"Hi! You say." I'm your biggest fan!!" "Hey there, sweetheart, Abby flirted. "What's your name?"

"y/n!"

Their smirks were so hot. You were fangirling probably too hard, you needed to calm down.

They quickly felt the bond. Once you finished meeting them, they did not want to let you go.

they kidnapped rescued you to protect you, but you see them for who they really were.

you could cry, but they would not let you go.

they would kill for you. like the guy hitting on you on your way home? oh his soul was taken, now he might be in hell.

but it was bloody, too.

Needless to say, you were no longer their fan. You hated them more than anything. But you felt powerless, being human while they were demons, probably hundreds of years old.

"You are our mate," jinu told you, leaving you in shock."You feel it, don't you?"

you could not reply, because you knew it was true. you belonged to them. you wanted to belong to them.

fic here

they were nearly in debt. rumi was currently sobbing in her room while her throat ached. she must have been sore. but, currently, their dreams were never going to work out.

she should have guessed it.

From the moment she was little, she was singing. But she thought she could get to the point of a famous singer. Not anymore.

Sobbing in her bedroom, Rumi thought of possiblities. How could she find a new career? Clearly no one liked their music.

"Rumi? The girls said.

She held back her sobs, sniffing, wiping the tears from her face."I'm fine, I just need some time on my own, I'll be in there soon, okay?"

"Okay."

Rumi noticed something in her closet, she never noticed it before, but it stood out.

if someone touches you? They’re gone. Another soul to be sacrificed so there’s a benefit to that.

you didn’t even know you were theirs at first, how sweet.

you were angry when they took you.

“you’re demons! why did you take me? To take my soul?” You demandingly.

“no, sweetheart,” jinu said, coming close to you.”you’re ours. you are bound to us.”

you try to find some excuse, to deny it but you feel it.

you’re stuck and you know it.

there was a pit of dread in his stomach, like at any moment he’d throw up.

el and mike’s wedding. It’d been a day he dreaded for some time, and he was Mike’s best man. The cruelty of it all. like Mike was tormenting him with the idea of them being the ones getting married but then taking it away.

“now the vows.”

At least he could stare at Mike, to torment him too, remembering who loved him. Who stood by him even before El came into the picture.

He doesn’t hate El, she’s his sister for God’s sake, it isn’t like that at all. It's the feelings he has. The feelings he's had since they were eleven, or ten. But by the time he turned 12, he knew he loved Mike, but not like a friend, but a lover.

El's smiling. She looks gorgeous. Mike looks happy enough, but not like he was in love. She spoke her vows first, voluntarily.

It ends with, "I love you Mike." His ends differently than hers. It makes Will want to laugh, really. Mike could be an idiot. Like when he told him, they were over. It had been one of those periods when Eleven and Mike were over.

Or when Mike told him he was only experimenting. It might've just made things easier, to not admit he loved Will.

He stares in Will's direction, indirectly, being reminded of what could've been.

is it weird to say i enjoy writing yandere reader?

Psycho Couple

pairing: ethan landry x yandere!reader

summary: you kill people, so does he. you were obsessed with him. ethan finds out and you team up with him, becoming a psycho couple.

warnings: yandere, mutual obsession, gore, blood, murder, psycho!reader, psycho!ethan, possessive!reader, possessive!ethan, being ok with murder and enjoying it.

You slowly crept up to the house. Your victim blissfully unaware you were about to attack. Killing gave you a sense of adrenaline which you couldn’t get from anything else.

You were messed up, you'd admit, but was it really your fault? You can use this in your benefit at court. Your victim was that blonde bitch you always hated. Especially today, when you saw her flirting with Ethan.

Ethan Landry, in your eyes, was perfect.

Maybe you’d be called delusional if everyone knew that. You no gave have two shits.

Your obsession was more subtle, and you’d be more than willing to kill alongside him. Her screams satisfied that possessive behavior and jealousy as you stabbed her, over and over again.

No one will find out.

You wore the mask over your face as you dragged her lifeless body to hang. It’d be missed as a kill of the serial killer that was going around.

Therefore, they wouldn’t be looking for you, perfect.

You weren’t that strong so it was hard to hang the body but you managed.

And the next day, her body was the talk of the news. Everyone blamed it on the ‘Ghostface’ killers. You managed to never get caught, or much media attention.

“that’s so awful, you tell Tara. Though it’s fake. “She was one of the students here, Tara said, sadness in her tone, real sadness.

Sometimes, it was hard, pretending that you felt these emotions for your victims when you didn’t.

Later in the day, with your class that Ethan was in, you couldn’t help but stare at him. However, your pervert of a classmate who was sitting next to you was making advances.

“I’m not interested, You hiss.”do I need to tell you otherwise?” “Oh don’t be like that, baby, He whispered.”Let me take you out for dinner tonight.”

An idea pops onto your head, and you smile.”Why not? I’m sure it will be very lovely.”

he had no idea you intended to kill him, of course. They never do.

That night, You weren’t aware of being watched, but as you walk next to your date, whose arm is around your waist, You look at him.”I’ve got an idea. I know a good place to have more fun.”

He grins, getting your idea.”Show me then, I’d love to have more fun with you.”

the date itself hadn’t been too bad, but you’ve focused on Ethan for far too long to want anyone else. If that was even possible for you.

You wore your best outfit and styled yourself well. You still wanted to look good while doing it. And anyway, you’re sure this man isn’t a good person. But in your mind, you don’t need justification for a kill, you just go for it.

Leading him into your bedroom, he smirks.”Oh? So you’re into hooking up on the first date. So am I.” “Yeah, You grin.”Not exactly.”

You proceed to stab him in the abdomen, the most painful and fatal stab. That’s why you always stab first there, it’s an effective technique. You choose to stab more because, why not?

He screams out for help, and that’s when you notice the figure. He’s in your house but you don’t mind. You hope it’s Ethan.

“A visitor,” You said.”Come in, join the party.” He creeps in. Ghostface mask. You find it hot. Honestly, you should've been locked up, but you weren't.

You slit his throat, then step back, covered in blood, while he dies out in your living room.

You turn to Ethan." I killed the girl." He takes off the mask, grinning." Really?" "you're mine, not hers," you hiss. he kisses you, but it's rough, not slow, not gentle. bloody. raw.

you enjoy it too much.

continuation of dark!aemond Drabble

warning: mentions of sex, implied cheating, aemond isn’t a good husband, reader needs a hug, if there are other warnings let me know.

It had been almost three moons since you were forced to wed Aemond.

your life was miserable, not to mention he stole your maidenhead not too long after the wedding. the typical wedding tradition. it wasn’t easy, and it was painful at first.

anyway, it wasn’t rape, you consented, but not because you wanted to for your own sake. you let yourself give in for a second. it’s scary that you let your desires guide you.

since then, you’ve been isolated. your bump growing every day. And you got sicker. pregnancy is horrible and you may die in childbirth. Aemond is pleased, though.

“we’re going to have a wonderful child together my love,” he tells you, his head on your stomach in bed at night. you didn’t want to anger him, so you agree, for the time being.

someday, this will all end, but since you are in a world where you cannot be who you truly want to be, you’re forced to be a mother, you’ll love this child, just not Aemond.

that to you, is a curse on them.

over the next few days until your birth, you were starting to suspect that Aemond may be unfaithful, which was good, he had someone new to focus on.

he had occupied harrenhal, and when he returned home, he was all smug.

“you won, I presume? you ask. “yes, my love, soon they will all be gone, I know it, he said.

you don’t ask him, but you know that he’s bedded another.