#homeless reader

I love this idea. Enjoy <33 he’s a little mean in this one :(

Platonic Yandere Simon Riley with Homeless Reader

It’s a cold winter day, snow is piled up high, the air bites, cold enough to freeze your nose shut if you inhale too hard. Needless to say, everyone was either stuck inside or stuck on the road. 

Simon was on his way home from work, stopped at a red light when he got a notification on his phone. He picks it up, his eyes narrowing. It’s a notification from his home security system. 

WINDOW F1-2 HAS BEEN OPENED 1min ago

MOVEMENT IN LIVING ROOM, WOULD YOU LIKE TO CHECK YOUR CAMERA FEED? Now

“Fuck me..” He mumbles, of course someone would break into his home when he’s had a bad day at work. He opens the app, scrolling through the different cameras till he gets to the lifestream of his living room. Everything seems in order, nothing seems to be out of place. The TV is still on the wall, did anyone even break in? 

That's when he sees a pile on the floor in front of his fireplace, a person curled into a ball. Simon also notes that they started a fire in the fireplace, Simon left the metal box empty this morning. He tries to zoom in on their face but they are tucked into one of his blankets. 

As soon as the light is green, he goes home as fast as he can. He’s rightfully pissed, so mad that he forgot to call the police. He’s going to teach this prick who broke in a lesson. 

You are so cold laying on his carpet that you don’t even hear a truck pull into the driveway, the angry slam of a door. Powerful footsteps follow, stomping up the porch to the front door, the front door bursts open and he doesn't bother to take off his snow gear and boots as he stomps into the living room. 

“You son of a bitch, breaking into my house?!” He instantly spots the pile, a small figure curled underneath. He roughly grabs them, flipping them onto their back. Their eyes snap open in fear, lips blue and cheeks frostbitten. He shakes them awake. 

“You’re lucky I don't punch your teeth in, you little shite.” Despite his harsh words, the glare in his eyes, he presses the back of his hand to your cheek to see how cold you are. 

“You break into everyone's house? Or am I just special?” He sneers, watching as tears well up in the corners of your eyes as his grip on your arm tightens lightly when you try to jerk away from him

“I'm.. I’m sorry.. Please don’t hurt me..” Your voice pinches, high pitched as you try not to completely break down. His eyes are cold and you're scared he’s gonna hurt you, you wouldn't really blame him. You did break into his house.

“Yeah? Sorry? Couldn’t go back home to mommy and daddy?” He shakes you once more, not as hard this time. He’s trying to scare you. His grip loosens when he sees your face fall, you look away from him a little bit, averting his eyes from his cold glare.

“Stupid kid. Homeless shelter couldn’t take ya? Foster care?” He presses some hard questions, he sighs when you don’t answer. He places you back down on the floor, aggressively putting another log into the metal stove. “Frostbitten little brat.” he grumbles, poking the wood deeper into the stove before he closes the door. 

“Don’t fucking move.” He lightly jabs a finger into your sternum, ordering you to stay put. He tucks another blanket around you, one he grabbed from the couch, before he stands up and goes into the kitchen. You find yourself unable to move, scared that you will make him more enraged if you don’t do as he says. 

He comes back with a simple sandwich, shoving it towards you. 

“Eat.” He orders you again, you free your arms from under the heavy blankets to grab the sandwich from him. It's whole grain bread, salami, and lettuce. Not very appetising, but you don’t really have much to complain about. You eat, tasting something bitter in one of the bites, something a little minty. You think he gave you some bad lettuce. 

He put crushed up melatonin in the sandwich.

He makes sure you swallow every bite, watching as fat tears dribble down your frosty cheeks. He doesn’t wipe them away, letting them irritate your frostbitten skin. 

“I’m sorry.. Can I go now..? Please don’t call the police..” You plead with him, a mouthful of food in your mouth. 

“Don’t speak when your mouth is full.” He scolds you, lightly flicking your forehead. You mumble an ‘ow’ as you swallow your last bite. He tucks you back into the blankets, pushing you onto your side so you are facing the fire. 

“Please sir, I won’t come back..” You try to plead your case again, but he scoffs cruelly. 

“Shut up, you wanted to be here so bad and now you want to leave?” He pokes you in the side, watching as your eyes widen with horror. “Where the hell are you going to go anyway?”

He rubs your back as you start to hyperventilate. He keeps talking. 

“It would be real irresponsible of me if I let you leave. You wanna freeze to death? Huh?” He tilts his head, the snow on his boots melting into the carpet as he looks down at you.

Before anything else, let me explain something. The symbiote I used for my previous imagine, mostly the name and general appearance, is from a friend of mine, and their oc. Shard was just the first name that popped into my head. So I used it, much to the ‘offense’ of my friend. Nah, I’m kidding they’re fine with it! XD but yes a feminine Shard will be my most used symbiote for x readers that needs one. I’ll boop them here @beans-and-rice101

The following imagine is based off of this prompt: Imagine Eddie finding you in the Life Foundation lab already bonded with your own symbiote

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Never in your life would you be wishing to be back on the streets, giving anyone who passed you silent pleas for some extra change. But right now? You’d take anything over the glass case you were trapped in.

In your desperation to have a full meal, you had accepted the offer to become a part of a human experiment. Something about the ‘next stage of human evolution’, but you couldn’t give a fuck about that, you simply wanted to eat.

“Release the symbiote.” Was Carlton Drake’s closing words to his small, nearly robotic speech towards his scientists. From behind you, the hissing sound of a hatch opening had caught your attention. A nauseating anxiety started to form in the pit of your stomach as you took noticed one of the scientists and the look she was giving you. Deep concern and fear.

You turned around slowly, only to pin yourself to the glass as you saw what they were looking at. Inky blue fluid. Living inky blue fluid and it was moving towards you. Letting out a scream, you turned back to the group outside and started to hit the glass harshly. “Help! Help me, please! Please! I don’t wanna die! Please!”

They ignored your pleas and continued to observe as the goo finally made contact with your leg. Causing you to flinch and fall to the ground in the shock. It travelled up your leg and started to dissolve into the fabric of the shirt they had given you. You were rolling on the floor, thrashing in the vain hope that you could get whatever this was off of you. Fuck the food, fuck the experiment, you just wanted to live!

With a gasp, you grasped your shirt before padding you up and down, looking for the goo that had come at you. But you felt nothing. “W-Where is it? What was that!?” You started to demand as you shakily stood up. “Her vital signs are stable and everything seems to be checking out. She’s a match.” A male sitting in front of a computer said laser-focused on the screen in front of him. Your eyes widened in horror at this realisation.

“Was that thing supposed to kill me!? You psychopaths! What the fuck is this!?” you cried in fear and desperation. But they never answered you, they simply left you where you were after fiddling with something. Holding back a sob, you sat on the ground, resigned to your fate as a test subject.

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Within the hour, you started to shiver. Who left a window open?

“There are no windows in this container”

What the fuck was that? Your head shot up at the thought. You thought you had heard something. A voice. You stood up and peered through the glass as much as you could, trying to catch a glimpse of the others here. Maybe it was them.

“Think again.”

Yeah, if they had called to you, their voices would have been muffled, this voice was clear as day. Swivelling your head around to check your ‘room’, that seemed to have tinted blue lighting for some reason. But it was still only you and your frightened thoughts.

“You mean we”

“What the fuck are you? The voice in my head!? Have I finally lost my sanity in this world!?” you snapped, standing up, ignoring the icy feeling in your joints. But you were pushed to the floor suddenly, causing to you yelp and scurry to the nearest wall. Yep, you were insane! Bonkers! Off your meds!

“We will not get anywhere if you do not calm down!”

You whimpered slightly as you were yelled at, but decided to listen to the voice, you performed a few breathing exercises to calm down. Though that was proving somewhat difficult, especially when suddenly something emerges from your back. That same living fluid that had launched itself at you before. It curved around to face you as it formed ahead with large eyes and large teeth.

The head’s blue-tinted oily essence seemed to flow smoothly in the air, the face was thin and subtle in the small curves that it have. The large white eyes gracefully curve at the end of them, the features were quite feminine in the long run. “W-What? W-Who are you?” you asked, earning a large toothy smile from the head.

“I am Shard. You, (Y/n), are my host.”

“H-Host?”

“Yes. I am unable to survive on this planet without a host. This man you placed your trust in, sees my kind as a doorway for yours.”

“Your tone isn’t reassuring, you know. I don’t see this working out for me or anyone.” Your expression hardened into a glare, but your shaky breath earned a widened grin from the sentient head before you. “Only if you lack trust in me.”

“Trust? Literally an hour ago you were … a blob attacking me!”

Shard opened her mouth to retort but was interrupted by the blaring lights and high pitched noises that quickly gave you a headache. Shard retreated from sight.

“Maria! Maria!?”

Then the panicked shouts started and you could have sworn that it was a familiar voice. Your limbs were forced back into action, throwing your body against the glass. The sound that escaped your throat caught the attention of the escapee and your eyes locked.

“Eddie!?” “(Y/n)!?”

When you lived on the streets, it was just outside Eddie’s apartment where you spent your nights. You and Eddie had built a small type of friendship over the months ever since he moved into the building. Eddie would end up nicknaming you ‘Wise Sage’ because you proved to be some endless well of advice whenever he walked by. But you were absent when he was given the lead into the Life Foundation Lab. any doubts he had were swept under the rug when he couldn’t find you anywhere. You acted as his anchor, but your absence let the stupid decision confirm itself.

Your relieved expression suddenly contorted as did your vocal cords, like they were possessed “Venom! Get us out of here!” It was not your voice, but the tone was still as desperate as you felt at that moment. Shard seemed to throw you out of the way as a large object was thrown into the glass that contained you.

“Oh shit!” Eddie exclaimed in shock at the midnight black substance grabbing the heaviest object nearby and hurling it at the glass, causing it to shatter and scatter the floor. “(Y/n)! Come on!” Panic seems to be contagious because it seemed to control your body to ignore the glass and run with Eddie.

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You both had managed to escape being captured, albeit in trees like scaredy cats. But you escaped. You nearly let yourself fall to your knees upon the asphalt in the joy of being far from the dreaded lab. But Eddie dragged you by the forearm away from your original spot and into his apartment.

You were not able to get a word in before Eddie’s behaviour silenced; he was like a savaged animal that had gone unfed. But it also appeared to be a struggle of the mind. You were scared and confused “He’s hungry.”

“Who?”

“Venom.”

“He.... has one of you up his ass too?”

“Not… the way I would have put it. But yes. Eddie does not seem to be a willing host.”

Once silent seem to fall upon the apartment, you found Eddie in the bathroom. Passed out from exhaustion. You were going to haul him to his couch despite your how exhaustion, but you paused to look at his face. As you studied his face, remembering the times before this small ordeal. While you never asked anything from him, nor did he give many physical items beside the few coins that he could give. The thing you most valued from him was simply seeing his face at least once a day.

Neither of you had much wealth of physical coin, but the wealth of character brought light to your musky world on the streets. You felt that you mattered to Eddie because he ca--

“I’m going to interrupt your thoughts for a moment. I need to do something, now! I promise I’ll bring you back before he awakens.”

Before you could retort against Shard, you were enveloped in a darkness that you felt held hostage within. Your limbs were moving but it was you who was in control. Your vision was blocked, keeping you away from the reality, then your exhustion caught up with you and passed out.

You woke up to a gentle pat on your cheek and blood on your face.

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Hgahgs forgive me if this is bad, haven't wrote in a while. This idea was brought on by @maiuoart 's Discord server, and has a bit of sad mentions, so, beWaRe-

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Like any other night, it was chilly, and the breeze that constantly went down my back never helped. The bench was uncomfortable, and the thin jacket that I used as a blanket never helped, but I didn't complain. Others had it worse than me. Much, much worse.

Tonight felt..different. Not like any other nights, whether it was the full moon or..maybe the different temperatures? It was becoming summer.

I just hoped that I didn't get attacked tonight. This was in monster territory, and monsters were known to be threatening and cold. Though some seemed to tolerate humans, they did seem to resent us, for reasonable terms too. The last thing I thought was a small prayer of protecting before sleep finally took me to sweet, deafening silence.

The muffle of sleep kept me from fully waking up when someone, someone cold, jostled me slightly awake.

"H-woah, sorry lil' thin'. Didn't see ya there." A voice gently muttered, who was that? Certainly not someone I knew, but my tiredness refused to let me react as I stretched, wrapping my arms around what I thought was the bench arm before falling asleep.

Rus jumped, the human wrapped their arms around his! What was he going to do now? He panicked, trying to gently tug, and fail, their arm off of his, but it appeared the human had a vice-like grip in their sleep. He sighed, shifting the groceries he had in one hand, and picked up the human in the other. If he couldn't leave it behind, he'll just have to bring it with him.

He carried the human with ease as he walked, preparing for the inevitable argument that Black would throw once he spotted the little stow-away.

Rus, as quietly as he could, closed the front door. Maybe Black had gone to bed early, and he wouldn't notice the huma-

"TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH TO GET BACK."

Rus froze, breaking out in a sweat as he tried to hide the sleeping human's form behind his sleeve. "Uh, heh, y-yeah m'lord, I got a bit..distracted." He could see his brother's eyelight's sharpen at the statement, standing up and slowly walking forward to his sweating, and obviously nervous brother.

"DISTRACTIONS CAN GET YOU KILLED. YOU KNOW THAT PAPYRUS." Rus flinched, knowing truly that his brother was worried since his true name had been stated, though the flinching was a mistake due to the bloody screech that Black gave out after.

"WHAT IN QUEEN TORIEL'S NAME IS THAT?!?" At the scream, the human woke up with a start, staring wildly at Black first, then traveling to who was holding her, Rus, who simply said,