#jonathan mcquarry

requests for any character are open, I will accept everything! here is the second part and, I am waiting for requests to write something as soon as possible. and to be honest, I was completely surprised when I found out that for most of these characters there is no content from the word at all!

Christopher Robin — gentle, caring, protective and controlling yandere.

Christopher is used to keeping everything under control; he knows that dreams don't come true by themselves, you have to work hard for them. He has no dreams, his work has always been above household duties and family — his wife, who cared and who abandoned him, and his daughter, who desperately tried to seize on any appearance of her father in her room and who now sees him once a week. Christopher knew that he had lost absolutely everything and now he should be content with loneliness and a decadent state at work. Christopher was sure that nothing more could be returned until he found out about the new neighbor moving into a vacant apartment.

His wife often used to ask: «when was the last time you laughed?». And Christopher was always at a loss: he didn't know what to answer at all, but it seemed as if something had changed in him with the appearance of you. As if Robin had a goal to live on, and not just exist, pleasing everyone except himself. He pulled himself together, even though he was afraid to talk to you, always leaving flowers near your door after work, and after a while also small letters where he expressed his sincere feelings and his love for you from an unknown name. Christopher was sure that this way he would be able to attract your attention to himself, and you would love him like he loved you, so he decided to meet.

Not expecting you to reject him, Robin will be very intrusive (who knew that his dislike of intrusive neighbors would quickly turn against him?), trying to talk to you and attracting Vinnie and the others, who would be happy to respond to a request for help. Having invited you to a simple neighbor's dinner as an excuse to celebrate the Friday before Christmas, Christopher will not want to let you go, squeezing you tightly in his arms — too tight, too tenacious.

"I know you won't forgive me for this, darling, but we're happy to be with you.”

***

Robert Lewis — dreamy, gentle, protective, jealous and worshipful yandere.

Robert often dreams — he would like to become rich for a long time, having flown away from this meager poverty, to change his job from a cleaner to, perhaps, a writer and find love. Beautiful love, special love, immaculate love. Robert's life goes awry almost always, and everything changes when he is fired, his girlfriend leaves him, and he sees the most beautiful eyes in the universe.

You will help him; you will get him out of a shitty state, completely turning his life around — he will find a new job in some seedy cafe and devote himself completely to you. Robert will not give instructions and will not make a set of rules that you must obey. He will do for you everything you want — except escape, — you will share clothes, Robert will make you postcards for any occasion, cutting letters from magazines and composing them into words of love, and be sure to talk about writing a book about you.

Robert doesn't realize he's possessed. You will often hear honest words from him about his feelings for you while he is cooking dinner for you, and you are looking at him, being immobilized. You can often see sloppy children's shirts — with locomotives, cars, — left on the common bed and indicating a hint that you will wear them, as in romantic films.

“I do not know how to do it, but I love you. I am sure that we are destined to be together.”

***

Sam Foster — stalking, loyal, manipulative and obsessive yandere.

Having worked for quite a long time as a psychiatrist who had gone through many mental problems of clients — most often housewives and clerks, — Sam was sure that nothing could touch his soul or touch him in any way, that he would want to know more about the patient, since the days of Lila, his current girlfriend. However, the new  mentee, assigned after the death of one doctor, greatly impressed him, forcing him to experience each meeting in a special way: frowning his eyebrows, bringing them out with a «house», folding his hands in a lock, walking around the office and often looking at you during distracting conversations.

Sam, not understanding this ridiculous infatuation — after all, he has a girlfriend! — begins to doubt more and more often, fingering the ring for his beloved with tight fingers, and thinking that it is not intended for her. Assigning more and more sessions, trying to keep you with him, he feels awkward when he sleeps with Lila, lives next to her and kisses. Moving away, Foster is interested in meeting not simple everyday things, but more personal ones — about a guy, studies, work, parents.

Prescribing pills that you diligently reject, but you have to drink them because of Sam's unreasonable soft nature, he just rejoices. Sam understands that you are under his complete control, because he is your psychiatrist, and you are his patient, assigned to depression, turning into chronic, which means that you are easy to manipulate. Easy quarrels that arise thanks to Foster, when you absolutely do not want to listen to him, end with suffocating hugs, as if suppressing any hope of salvation.

“I thought that we make all decisions together and decide together when you stop taking these pills. So why haven't you been drinking them for a month?”

***

Halston — controlling, domineering, platonic, caring and obsessive yandere.

Since childhood, Halston has been an outcast, supported only by his only best friend, for whom, when you were sad, he sewed hats just to see your smile again. Having built his own empire, literally «sculpting himself from scratch», Halston never abandoned you, even in the most difficult situations, entrusting all personal secrets — from orientation to a new collection, — only to you. The only muse, the others that changed quite often, who continued to inspire him for creativity: for extravagant dresses, in whose he saw your lightness and grace, for memorable fragrances reflected in his memories.

He knew that you enjoyed a rich life, never noticing because of his narcissism and egotism your fake smiles and makeup applied to pale skin, cracked lips and tear-stained red eyes. Halston demanded loyalty, attention to his own person from all those served, needing constant control of you, even if he did not feel anything for you except friendly feelings — believing that they are expressed by real friends in this way, — forcing you to live in his apartment: have dinner with him, watch the same TV with him, worried that he would look into your room.

Halston spends a lot of money on you, rolling his eyes when you buy some cheap or unsettling clothes (or brand), ordering them to burn, and, with an arm around his shoulders, goes shopping with you. During the party days, when many guests gather at «Studio 54», he takes you along with the others, worrying about your well-being, and trying to be near you all the time. However, the most terrible things happen during the presentation of new collections, when all the critics express themselves badly about her, and Halston loudly sends everyone out of the apartment, forcing only you to stay, — his only comfort, his only muse that he cherishes and cares about.

“I am an unrecognized genius, and you are my only true muse... You won't leave me, darling, will you?”

***

Lincoln Six Echo — protective, obsessive, worshipful and dependent yandere.

The dreams that Lincoln had been having tormented him for a long time; the very atmosphere and the people living here in the complex — the only place where one could live peacefully without fear of death, — alarmed to the point of trembling in the knees. He has long suspected that something is wrong here, just continuing to follow the instructions, but also simultaneously violating them with his girlfriend — you, — worrying that you will be discovered sooner or later, as well as your place. Your secret place where you could not be afraid of the caretakers and spend time with each other in peace.

Lincoln did not consider it friendship; more precisely, he did not understand at all what he felt for you — an obsessive need to protect, a strange craving for everything you do and this incomprehensible feeling of affection, for which he rubs into the women's corps, not afraid of punishment, and for which he gives you a little shrinking butterfly that he found on the lower levels. He never understands why you don't feel the same, but just be friends with him. Didn't you want something more?

Upset by the fact that the island is not real and everything was a lie, Lincoln is in a state of shock when, after getting out and running, he sees you in one of the bars, calmly drinking a strange drink. He begins to live with you and follow you around, asking what he can, sometimes blabbing about incomprehensible feelings, but knowing that for the sake of you and your love, he will be ready to do anything, even overthrow the rulers of the complex, who had such a right to dispose of his life, not allowing him to love. Tenacious hugs, from which he does not let you go, are always accompanied by touches in the form of inept kisses.

“I doubt I'm doing the right thing, but I care about you...”

***

Jonathan McQuarry — a stalking, caring, gentle and obsessive yandere.

Jonathan had never really lived — he had no family, no dreams, no obvious interests; he could easily have been considered dead if it hadn't been for his work and a long-standing interest in one of the employees who traveled with him on the same subway line. He was always watching you, regardless of whether it was a working day or a day off — every time he looked at you and every time he saw your favorite coffee in your hands. McQuarry knew that he did not stand out and would never be noticeable, and at the moment he could not but rejoice at this fact. He was always too timid and shy to show at least some macho traits.

Collecting data about you, at work, thoughts began to occupy not endless running numbers, but your fragrant hair, which he once managed to smell because the train was pushed, your endless bracelets and rings, your favorite drink, which he also fell in love with. Jonathan wanted to be connected to you, even if you didn't know his name. He was too inconspicuous for a girl like you to pay attention to him, — a mere empty.

Only McQuarry did not expect at all that his interest would not end so easily, and already at the next meeting in the subway he would not get off at his stop, but would follow you, henceforth to the very door, and waiting for the light to turn on in the window, nervously sorting through the suitcase. And now he follows you every time, muttering softly under his breath, standing near a large spreading tree, the words of a sweet dream. Jonathan is sure that there is something between you, knowing that he will always be too shy to admit it.

“Sun, we don't know each other, but I've been watching you for a long time. I mean, I mean, it's not like I've been watching you, but we've been riding the same subway line for ages... and I love you.”

***

Oliver — gentle, protective, caring and obsessive yandere.

All his life, Oliver did not believe that he would succeed, as a result of which it always happened. He despaired too early, he was sad too often, he was always afraid to become himself, hiding behind fun. Trusting almost no one except Arthur, who can't answer with anything, Oliver realized long ago that it would not be possible to open up and become himself after his father's death is almost impossible. However, a random passerby who seemed to be so close strongly influenced him when she offered her dog a walk with his.

Oliver knew right away that you were the one; he understood because Arthur loved you and always followed you wherever you went, what you always laughed at. It made him smile, because you aroused in him all the feelings that he hid because of his vulnerability. He constantly thinks about you at work, but he never talks, burying himself in his hair and outlining your image from ridiculous lines that settled in his head. During the meeting, Oliver likes to hug, — tactility is an important part, even if he knows that you don't feel anything for him. And this cannot but cut to the heart, sobering gray reality. Was he too sensitive and tender for a man, why didn't you want to be with him? Or maybe he just didn't suit anyone?

Frequent calls during work and after, asking about everything possible and hiding the truth — Oliver is so eager to make you an offer for a date, twirling the ring in his hands, hiding it this very minute. He was always afraid, but maybe the flowers left in a vase of flowers in your apartment will cheer you up? Or should he buy you all the books from your favorite store? Oliver is blinded by love and feelings, but he will never do anything disgusting in your direction.

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Illusions

Trigger Warning: yandere, obsession, stalking

Word Count: 2317

Character: jonathan mcquarry/reader

Summary: Jonathan has been watching you for a long time — even if you didn't know about his existence, and he didn't know your name. You were a sweet, desirable dream in his eyes, he longed for your love, wanted to at least talk to you... He felt separated, and Jonathan wasn't a particularly risky and brave guy to make you pay attention to him. but he wanted to protect you and that's why he walked you home every day.

In the air of the subway there was a bad smell of human sweat, fumes and wine, chocolate and those color perfumes whose owners you carefully avoid. The car, completely filled, rocked. It was not surprising — five o'clock, the end of the working day and everyone was going home, ready for dinner and a big TV, to his family, Only Jonathan, firmly grasping the silver handrail, diligently pretended to be an ordinary, normal person. A person who is expected, and not whom an empty apartment meets.

The whole life went round and round, repeated and repeated, was endless, like an endless salt bought once a long time ago or that program on an additional channel that does not even think is closed. The work occupied Jonathan's whole life, absorbed him and took away the last remnants of his life and aspirations, dreams with rough tentacles. After all, if you think about it, did he have a dream before? Was there something he coveted, maybe he kept and saved money for a long time?

No, he was a dummy.

Completely boring, an ordinary ordinary and unmarried clerk. How old was he? Thirty-five, thirty-seven? That was it... After all, it was completely unimportant, without meaning, and existence seemed monotonous, repetitive, as if on rewind, and forgettable. He's never lived, never been interested in anything. Maybe only in childhood.

The happiest moments that flashed through his head, he could only watch with a little boy in glasses, so demanding asking his mother to buy a new book. All childhood, all the memories from there, the events, were bright, meaningless and very awkward, somehow oblique, but in their own way, — so sometimes just wanted to return to native home, to the arms of mother.

Jonathan adjusts his falling glasses and blinks quickly when most of the people go out into the street of the lower district; a poor neighborhood filled with five-story houses and numerous cheap shops. He looks around again and once again hesitantly looks at the sitting girl — you. He squints out of the corner of his eye and immediately looks away when you raise your head, looking up from the ever — buzzing phone — you have a lot of friends and a lot of acquaintances, he knows. At work, you are constantly distracted by your old cracked phone when you sort through papers and fill out letters.

He sees you not for the first time, not for the first time and goes with you. The two of you are not in the same direction, but what a sincere pleasure it gives Jonathan, the pleasure of seeing you home and quietly wishing you «good night» is a recent habit, but how much it cost his empty heart. He always stood near that sprawling oak tree, clutching his briefcase, squeezing the leather handle and just sighing, watching the window open and the lights off.

You have to go to the last stop, Macquarie has known about it for a long time. Therefore, he has no choice but to sit down next to you, on the seat vacated by a large man. He put his briefcase on his knees, feeling their slight trembling and looked down at the floor in confusion, only occasionally throwing modest glances at you — and at your phone — but immediately cutting them off. Nausea and fear permeated him, completely — from head to toe — and made him feel painfully doomed.

He is not going to be with you, you absolutely will not succeed. Jonathan is not your type, absolutely not. He knows what kind of guys your type likes — self-confident, constantly getting into various adventures and coming out of them with a clear conscience, funny and sarcastic. He wasn't like that and that's why the gap between you grew bigger and bigger every day.

A satisfying name of the final street jumps on the panel and this allows you to exhale freely. Jonathan looked at you, at the way you walked to the door and couldn't help but admire you. So open, free, you were like a light butterfly, which one of his acquaintances was collecting at work. The best and most beautiful, Jonathan was sure you deserved worship and love.

And he was ready to give it to you.

As soon as the doors open, he follows you straight to the very exit, but tries to keep to himself so that he is not noticed. He hides, retreating, even if you don't think to look behind your back. As soon as he gets out of the stuffy and foul-smelling subway, a pleasant summer breeze blows over his face, with its whole essence suggesting the imminent rain, the smells of puddles, evaporated water and the body is in comfort.

Jonathan followed you, knew the way by heart, until you turned in some other direction. That's what made him doubt the correctness of his decisions for a couple of seconds, suddenly you saw him and suspected? until, however, you stopped by a small shop on a sparsely populated street and asked to make coffee. Your favorite. Even the coffee is wonderful; your taste was divine to Jonathan. He always bought a simple espresso or an Americano without sugar, just to cheer up.

And you helped him get a taste of life. There was something bright about you, something that set you apart from the crowd! Whether it was bracelets, rings or coffee, the location of the apartment or the appearance, Jonathan admired you, enjoyed and constantly recalled the incident in the subway when you accidentally spilled coffee on him — that's when he recognized your favorite. That day was, as usual, busy with work, endless cursory figures flashed before his eyes and were not remembered; he entered them into reports and immediately forgot. There was no time for personal life at work, and he didn't care about it.

It was hot and stuffy in the subway then, and there were more people than usual. Jonathan was standing close to a fat young man, the guy on the phone, and his chest to a girl with headphones holding coffee. He left work late, and it feels like he got into rush hour, like it's lunch time. How is his empty house? Can get a dog? Or a cat? There won't be enough time, he's always at work, always busy. There is no time to walk, and he gets tired. Maybe a fish? Have to clean the aquarium. How he wanted to take care of someone...

Oh!

Jonathan shuddered when he looked at the clothes with his mouth open— the white shirt turned dirty, brown, but the water was immediately absorbed. He looked at the girl and got an apologetic look, regretful. She mumbled words of apology, «I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to», «do you want me to do the laundry?» «Excuse me, mister», while Jonathan watched her in fascination. The girl fussed, calmly exhaling when people got off at the station and there were more places, and held out wet wipes in the hope that it would help.

Almost no one paid attention to them, and the girl herself would obviously soon forget about it. Only Jonathan ignored everything, and when she got off — at that time not at her station — he stared blankly, discouraged, missing his stop.

How beautiful you were at that moment! Like the number thirty-seven! Your jingling bracelets and rings, loose clothes, the memorable aroma of coffee and buzzing phone. Confused, shackled, with ridiculous sarcasm, then you didn't even know how deep Jonathan's heart had settled. After all, since that incident, work has ceased to seem ordinary, and lunch in the park a distraction from routine. He worked with enthusiasm and what was Jonathan's surprise when he saw you in the office — in a strict pantsuit, with sleeves rolled up to the elbow and suspenders, you were somehow very nice.

Jonathan used to go out to the park during a break, and now he went to the dining room, sat down at the far row against the wall and pretended to be engrossed in a book while looking for you. You were beaming, laughing and accidentally touching a guy in braces with your hand. Your lunch was almost forgotten and you were completely carried away by the dialogue with the person sitting. If only... If, Jonathan allowed himself to think, you sat down next to him, spoke first, would you laugh? Would there be a smile on your face? Or would you have no common topics and would you just take a break in silence?

Jonathan assumed that he would have bored you quickly.

Exhaling softly and restlessly, shaking the air with a trembling sigh, Jonathan continued to follow you, almost without meaning, along a little — known street to him — there was a school here, behind the fence, trees near the train part, and the path along which he walked with you was very crooked and oblique. In the dark, you can stumble over an inequality or a protruding stone, but Jonathan blindly followed you.

You were on the phone with some guy- or maybe it was a girl? — joking and bursting into pure laughter, like the sound of ringing bells. Gesturing violently, waving your arms, you weren't afraid to spill coffee. And Jonathan was thinking that he would definitely buy himself a coffee after he saw you off and wished you good night. Your favorite. His favorite. Fingers, sweaty with excitement, clutched the handle of the briefcase, he could smell the sweat coming from himself, and his shoes began to press in his little fingers, it became painful to walk. He wind themselves, worried.

Jonathan didn't understand what are you talking about and with whom, only occasionally, when cars weren't passing by, he noticed sarcasm or a joke. But he heard you, your voice — your alluring, forbidden and such a charming voice — was extraordinary. He brought to trembling knees and stupor in speech, sometimes Jonathan lost his way, listening to the intonation and knew that when talking to you, he would not find what to say. Will open her mouth and close it, he is not able to utter.

Jonathan's step was tense, unlike your light one, and he wished with all his heart that you would not turn around, look at him and reproach him. He would not have coped, he always gives up quickly and only now... only now decided to act, to show myself a «man». The guys from those movies on TV did so often — they went after their loved ones, gave gifts, flowers, and the richest and most expensive dresses. His wallet was incapable of that. Jonathan gave flowers, but you threw them away with the note. Probably thought it was from an obsessive fan, a stalker who molested you.

As you approached the house, Jonathan slowed down and turned the corner to a large tree with a direct view of your window. It was a large high-rise building, but he remembered the view of your window for a long time; the feature was the colorful curtains and the lighting garland. He quietly watched you from his seat: how you walk to the front door, how you throw away the paper cup and how the lights turn on in your apartment. Jonathan leaned his shoulder against the tree, adjusting his glasses and paying attention to the dark orange sunset, lowered like a puppeteer behind the skyscrapers.

The sky was calm, peaceful and empty, only occasionally there were lonely wandering clouds. Jonathan looked at his watch, realizing that he would have to stay here for a long time. The light in the apartment did not turn off before eleven in the evening, but even then he did not leave, he knew that you would be sitting on the phone and chatting; your fingers would tap on the phone and type a message, making such a strange sound, p. And he would stand, wait for your sleep and drink coffee, dream about you, think: what do you do? and to wish for a future together.

No one is waiting for him at home, and does he have a house? Not an apartment, in its usual sense, but a family, comfort, a place where you want to return and where you can hide in a moment of danger.

He has books, furniture in his apartment and nothing native, nothing close to his heart.

Tonight Jonathan was thinking about you, in a dream he imagined you in all your girlish beauty, stretching out a gentle hand and stroking his cheek, and he craved affection, missed her. His cheeks turned pink every time he laughed or stared at you, and something alive appeared in his eyes, something that had not been there for several years. And what was his most vivid recent memory? Jonathan couldn't remember, strained his mind, but everything was going to crash. He had only work and you in head.

How would Jonathan's evening have gone if he had gone home, got out earlier, at his station and stopped seeing you off, wishing you «good night»? He would remember the past, dream of an unfulfilled future together with you, holding back tears and looking at himself in the mirror, noticing a dull look, dirty skin that he would diligently rub in the shower; thin hair, an ordinary and gloomy face — as if he was a typical math teacher. Once again sat down at the reports and never finished them by nightfall, fell asleep right at the table.

Jonathan smiled, realizing that he wasn't alone — he had you. And even if you forgot about him, threw that meeting out of your head, he will be with you. Jonathan will always mutter softly under his breath:

“Good night and... Sleep well, beloved,” and go home to yourself, full of desire, delight and extraordinary happiness.

You were his sun in a meaningless and dark life.

i don't really like this work, but i hope you really liked it, and next time i'll write something more grandiose for jonathan.

today i reread "the red and the black" and remembering that there is a series based on this book, in which ewan played, i realized that i had to write something for julien sorel! he would be an ideal yandere, believe me.