Yandere Writing Request Blog

Craig’s hot friend, hanging out with him poolside. Laid out on a chair in the skimpiest swimsuit Craig could convince you to wear. Pope walks out to talk to Craig, blocks the sun from you and only ever acknowledges your presence when you rest your sunglasses on your head and smiles at him teasingly. You say he looks hot, he think you’re talking about his heavy, all darks, usual outfit, he hopes you’re just talking about him.

Keeps watching you after that, watches the situations Craig gets you in and the ways he uses you. The way he uses you to distract dumb, drunk guys during parties so they’ll forget to haggle for his wares or encouraging you to drink more and more until you’re half asleep on some random person, Decides then and there that whatever and Craig have is over. He watches, he looks, he learns. He always appears the rare times Craig isn’t lurking. Treats it like domesticating a feral cat, slowly and never pushing too hard.

Once you let him close he doesn’t even bother trying to convince you to leave Craig. He knows girls like you, always too smart for their own goods. He just starts taking you away. Starts taking you to fancy dinners and shopping sprees. Unlike Craig he doesn’t make you earn it or pay for it. Pope just lets you pass out on his bed, Craig always made you sleep naked or sleep on the floor.

Craig would obviously never let you get hurt, would never let one of his dares or manipulations or peer pressures actually get you hurt, but he’ll let them embarrass you. He’ll let you wet your pants on his lap during a party, no one but him and you know he was pushing on your bladder and refusing to let you up. Everyone else just think you’re drunk and dumb. He cleans you up in the bathroom and apologizes, kissing the bare skin on your leg and making you say he’s still your best friend. He keeps you like pet kinda. Let’s you follow him around so people won’t mess with you, gives you all your drugs for free.

He likes to taunt Pope about his feelings a little but not as much as he could. Yea he likes to pull you on his lap when Pope is near. Soaking you in the drink you’d been holding and completely ruining the conversations you’d been having with someone that wasn’t Craig, for once . But it’s like he was making Pope listen through the thin walls through much more than sloppy makeout sessions. Honestly he doesn’t really mind his older brother playing with you. So Craig is always leaving lots of hickeys and marks for Pope.

•She sees you out all alone and obviously struggling, watches as people pass you by. Completely ignoring your inability to pick up what you dropped or reach the item you want from a high area. She moves to help you before she can even think about it. Her caregiving instincts immediately overwhelming the murderous ones she feels for everyone else around.

•Rosalie helps with the rest of your errands and treats you to lunch after, internally reeling at how starved you are for her attention. Too used to being ignored or judged at this point. She listens to all your stories and complaints. Listens to how you’re doing it all alone and how nice it was to have her help even if just for the day.

•Rosalie gives you her number, drives you home and makes you promise to call her if you need anything at all. And she means it. Call her with your cravings, with chores you need done or even if you’re just lonely.

•She always thought Edward was pathetic for stalking Bella but now she gets it. You’re even more fragile than Bella ever was and you need her even more. Plus you’re so happy every time she just so happens to knock when you’re crying over something you don’t even understand or is conveniently waiting out front of your building before every ultrasound appointment. She likes to take care of you.

•It starts platonic but the second you joke that maybe she should be the babies mom because she’s so much better at baby proofing than you, it quickly becomes romantic for her. She’d always known she would make a good mother and a good wife.

•She ensures her new little family will want for nothing, convincing you to move in with the Cullens as soon as possible. After all both you and the baby deserve a family and they would love to have a baby around. Suddenly it’s not just Rosalie sweeping you off your feet and ensuring you don’t lift a finger. Esme is cooking special meals every day, Carlisle is giving daily checkups and Alice is going crazy shopping for baby clothes.

Do you write for JJK?

Yandere Trix X Stoner Reader Headcanons

•Darcy knows what weed is. She’s stalked you from the shadows enough to get a basic idea. She thinks you’re extra cute high and will leave you new things to try just so she can hold you when you’re all giggly and lazy. She agreed to try alongside you once and wasn’t really a fan, she likes feeling in control too much. I don’t think she’d really tell Icy or Stormy, it’s not that she purposefully doesn’t, It’s just she assume they can figure it out for themselves just like she did.

•Stormy is oblivious for awhile. Sure she notices you act differently sometimes but she doesn’t put that and your hidden snack stash together. She does however put it together after borrowing a bag of gummy bears, eating most of it and then getting so high she can’t move. She is convinced she’s dying and cries to you about it, guilting you into taking care of her until she feels better. Even after that harrowing experience, she’s still the most likely to partake with you. She’s a very emotionally charged person and sometimes it’s nice to have a break from that, plus it irritates Icy which always makes her smile.

•Icy’s irritation doesn’t extend to you, that’s solely reserved for the other Trix. She’ll chide Darcy and Stormy for being bad influences, Darcy for buying you too much and Stormy for egging you on to do more than usual. It took her awhile to catch on to what the edibles actually were. I think she’d have been the last to figure it out, a fact she tried to deny but that her sisters definitely won’t let her live down. She’s not interested in it but doesn’t mind hanging out with you while you’re high. She’d be way less guarded with you in that state than she normally is.

Yandere Professor Utonium X Reader X Platonic yandere powerpuff girls

•The girls definetly daydream about you before they’ve even met you. Just the idea of a mom makes them feel warm inside, they loved the professor but anytime they saw a kid run to their mom for comfort and after a particularly destructive battle with Mojo they couldn’t help but wish that was them. It wouldn’t be until you show up as their substitute teacher that they just know you’re the one.

•The professor is so caught up in the girls and his other projects that he’s pretty romantically useless. Sure maybe he daydreams about having a partner but who has the time to actually pursue it? Plus could anyone in real life actually measure up the fantasies he has in his head.

•The day after the girls meet you, they insist on the professor walking them to school instead of taking the bus like usual. Betwen bubbles puppy dog eyes and the professors general people pleasing nature, he of course agrees without question as to why. The second he catches sight of you at the front of the classroom, it’s like he’s been struck by lightning. Completely unable to speak or do anything but stare, mouth agape.

•Blossom takes the lead in introducing the two of you. All the professor needs is your name and he’s already thinking of a wedding instead of his usual science. Whereas for you of course it takes more. Blossoms talks about how great of a father the professor is, how smart he is and how they couldn’t possibly save the city without him.

•After that the professor conveniently runs into you all the time. You have no idea that between him and the girls it’s all been orchestrated and planned and sometimes improvised just to make him completely unavoidable to you.

•The girls are basically superheroes and the professor just seems so harmless and incompetent that you easily agree to dinners and dates and moving in awfully fast. It’s just so easy to fall into domestic life with the Utoniums. Tucking the girls in and kissing them goodnight, cooking dinner and baking pies and asking about everyone’s days, giving the professor infinitely more excuses to stay out of the lab.

•Should you ever get hurt from one of the city’s many villains, the professor would he inconsolable. Crying and apologizing and basically tying you to the bed so you can rest and heal properly. The girls go the other direction, going total scorched earth on the offending party and all while planning an extra special get well soon card for you.

May I pretty please request some headconons of yandere Jinx(and maybe platonic Silco too) with a darling who got injured trying to run away?

Ty 4 reading my request!

Yandere Jinx X Injured Reader X Platonic Yandere Silco Headcanons

•Jinx is definitely more outwardly concerned than Silco. She drags you back to her room and goes back and forth from being utterly concerned to upset that you tried run away.

•One minute she’s crying and yelling and throwing things because you ran. Screaming at you that you she just wants you to love her back. The next minute she’s holding you and wrapping up your injuries. Saying In a sickly sweet voice how this is what happens when you try to go off by yourself.

•Silco just watches for awhile. He watches as you flinch from Jinx’s constant switch up, watches as you try to get as far away from her as possible and cringe when your injury keeps you from moving much.

•Eventually he’d take pity on you. Whether because you started crying or because Jinx accidentally or on purpose aggravated your injury in her animated state. He’d all but order Jinx off to do something, leaving no room for argument while he replaces her as the one ‘comforting’ you.

•He’ll pull you into his side and stroke your hair. Trying to calm you so you’ll really listen to what he’s saying. He talks slowly assuring you that he’s not mad, just disappointed. He promises to up the security so you’ll never have a chance to try and escape and end up hurt again.

Yelena Belova

Yelena is scarily lucid. She knows that how she feels is wrong, she knows she’s too obsessed but honestly she’s too far gone to do anything about it. She lived so long as a stranger to herself, as a stranger to love. Now that she has love, she’ll never go without it again. Yelena isn’t pushy, sure she’ll kidnap you but if you don’t want to talk to her you don’t have to, if you don’t want her near you then she’s content to watch from the other side of the room. She doesn’t need anything from you other than your presence. If you try to fight Yelena, she thinks it’s cute. You’re so weak and untrained compared to her. But she’ll let you tire yourself out, expertly dodging your clumsy hits and kicks. Letting you yell and scream and insult her until you’re panting and too tired to move anymore. Then she’ll pick you up and take you to bed so you can rest, all while she watches you fondly from the corner of the room.

John Walker

John is more lucid than most but unlike Yelena he isn’t content just watching or existing in the same space. He’s needy, he needs you to look at him and talk to him and touch him. Even if it’s looks of hatred and insults and punches, he takes all of it because it’s you doing it. He’s obsessed with physical touch, carrying you around when your legs feel like jelly from being tied up too long or slipping extra melatonin into your nightly vitamins just so you’ll forget you’re upset with him and let him hold you for real. He knows you hate him, but he assures both of you that you won’t hate him forever. Eventually if he’s good to you for long enough, you’ll love him as much as he loves you. He spent his entire adult life following orders, always putting the country and his unit above himself. Doesn’t he deserve to be selfish for once?

Bob Reynolds

Bob is…complicated. He’s lucid enough to know he’s wrong but whenever he tries to ignore his feelings, Sentry or Void start taking over. So he’s kind of stuck in his obsession even if he doesn’t want to be. He tries to be good for you, like in all the movies. He brings you flowers every day and tells you he loves you constantly. He trains hard to get his powers under control, to be able to protect you. He convinces himself that if he can just be good enough, that you’ll love him and forgive him for everything he’s done. Bob can’t hide how much it hurts when you yell at him or throw things at him. He just gets so sad and pathetic and all his Prince Charming aspirations go out the window. He crawls over to you and attaches himself like a leech, not letting you move an inch. He cries and he apologizes and he begs until lights flicker and the floor shakes.

Alexei Shostakov

This man might be the least lucid yandere ever. Not only is he convinced that his obsession is totally fine, he’s also convinced that you love him back even when you actually hate him. He may have gotten slightly less full of himself over the past few years but he’s still pretty egotistical to his core. Any escape attempts are taken as a game because you’re bored or a way for him to prove his skills to you so that you can make sure he’s still worthy. You really can’t do anything wrong in his eyes, even if you do something that he shouldn’t be able to rationalize like trying to kill him. He just blames himself instead of you. Trying to hurt him or fight against him is foreplay to him, he’d never force himself on you like that but he will tie you down for awhile while he…deals with his feelings. The one and only time he laments being a super soldier is when you manage to leave a pretty mark on him like a cut or a burn and then it heals without even a scar.

Ava Starr

She is the number one stalker on the team. There’s no such thing as privacy once she decides you’re the one. She’ll never give actual proof but she’ll tease and hint just enough that you’ll know she’s watching you. She loves to turn invisible and watch when you don’t know she’s there, she thinks you look the most beautiful when you’re not worrying about other people perceptions of you. She’s usually cognizant enough not to spy when you’re really vulnerable, like changing or showering. She does take souvenirs though, just little things you won’t miss. Like an almost empty lip balm or an old t shirt you threw out. She likes or phase into your room and sleep beside you. You’d never admit it but she sees how you relax in your sleep when she ghosts her fingertips across your cheek.

Antonia Dreykov

Antonia is gruff and unpracticed with matters of the heart. She doesn’t realize that her love is too intense until she’s already started following you everywhere, methodically eliminating anyone who bothers you and buying actual decorations and comforts for her room to ensure you’ll be happy when she bring you home. She treats you like a feral cat. She’ll slowly sit closer to you every few minutes until you lash out at her. She jots everything about you down in her little notebook as if she hadn’t already committed it all to memory. Everything is on a strict schedule, when you eat and sleep and spend quality time together. She’s near militant with it all believing structure will settle you faster. She’s painfully bad at comforting you or making you less afraid of her, the most you’ll get is her holding your struggling form on her lap while she whispers monotone platitudes. Antonia rarely if ever uses your actual name, just referring to you as ‘pretty’ instead.

Bucky Barnes

Are you on c.ai by any chance? If not someone copied your Athena x goddess reader called Heartbreak word for word and posted it on c.ai. I'm not sure if your aware of this or not but I felt I should tell you.

Only if you feel inspired tho! I dont want to be a bother

Imagine being a singer who can’t escape obsession

Back up singers who are as much a mob as they are a worshipful congregation. Most of them are good enough to go out on their own, maybe even make it bigger than you, but they wouldn’t dare leave their privileged place at your back, after all they’re nothing without you. At concerts they are ever present, making sure you shine like you deserve and covering up for any cracks or creaks in your voice, preferring to keep those for only themselves. In private they act as backup in all other way, acting more as bodyguards than singers when you go out. Walking you back to your room when you drink too much at an afterparty and staying to watch over you or terrifying any prying reporter away. Really they terrify anyone who makes you uncomfortable or to feel inadequate away. What they lack in size they make up for in venom and knowledge, after all you’re not the only one who spills their secrets to the backup singers. They tell you everything they know to help you get ahead, they watch over you and every word or sound they sing is meant as praise for you.

A song writer who takes your disjointed notes and half baked ideas and turns them into art, not only catchy but also somehow deeply personal. Who never takes credit for the ideas and won’t even let you put their name on the credits. Who believes all credit should go to the muse. Many covet their position in your life, they can simply ask to follow you around anytime in order to get song ideas or inspiration and you rarely if ever say no. They love to be by your side, capturing even the most private of emotions and feelings for themselves. Many will be able to guess what the songs are about but most of the time only them and you will really know. Whenever they write a love song for you they can’t help but imagine you’re singing it only to them, both of your deepest and truest feelings made electric by your voice. For now they’re content to simply watch and stalk but the longer they’re around the more they’re called to do more, like you’re their own personal siren.

Hollywoods most notorious music critic. Known for liking nothing and no one. Everyone says she’s cruel and cutting and cold and bitter but she’s always so sweet to you. Never writes a single bad review or article, in fact she gives such glowing praise and recommendations of you and your work and your concerts that any other critic or fan who thinks badly about you ends up reconsidering. Claiming to love you even if they don’t, fearful that they’re wrong and she’s right, that’s just how well respected she truly is. She’d thought it was adorable how nervous you’d been when you first saw her sitting front row at one of your shows, how you’d nearly combusted right on the spot when she’d first interviewed you. She sees herself in you, in your perfectionism and your need to succeed. Even if you both went about it very different ways, she couldn’t help but dream about coming home to you at the end of a long day and dealing with the stress of expectations together. She makes sure to write horrible reviews about both up and coming and established musical acts that could challenge or derail your rise, she’d make sure you got everything you wanted and eventually she’d get what she wanted too.

Fan clubs pop up often enough, starting small and eventually getting absorbed by one of the two big ones. The fan clubs are ruthless, launching coordinated smear campaigns against your perceived competition, staking out your hotels for months and creating essentially an organized racket to get the best concert tickets and backstage passes. If the backup singers are a church, the fan clubs are cults. Using their life savings and wracking up massive debt just to have a 10 second conversation or even an awkward side hug from you. The two clubs compete, thinking that if they meet some magical threshold of membership or devotion that you’ll bless them. You’ll see how much they love you, that no one could ever love you as much as them. In their eyes, it’s a holy war and there’s no doubt you’re the god they’re all worshipping.

Roadies who are big and burly, who double as both pack mules and security. Just as happy to set up the equipment just right as they are to fight off rabid fans or deflect things thrown at stage. They’re handsome enough that they could do just about anything, when it’s questioned why they do such a low paying and tiring job, they only smirk and say it’s for the love of the game. Many assume the love of the game is cracking skulls in the pit but really it’s all about you, it’s always about you. They get to go with you everywhere, not just when they ask or when you invite them but every single day. A lot of people get to see you perform but only they get to see you at haggling at the farmers market or complaining on the phone to your phone company. You don’t perform for them because as bad as it makes you feel, you see them more as fixtures than people at this point. They don’t mind your subconscious disregard for them, it just gives them even more fuel for the burning desire in their hearts. With so little time or chance for outside relationships it’s only a matter of time until you fall into their arms. After all they’re already there, they’ve already seen all of you and they love you truly.