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An x reader scenario for Rylee Sinclair, your shy project partner in the new Yandere Otome, Knee Deep! In Love

Your boyfriend Rylee is a sweetheart. 

Whenever he’s free, he’ll meet you in the campus square with the promise of a date. He’ll lead your hand away to a secluded area, with a set up of art supplies and an afternoon of sketching. 

“Hey, that guy sleeping under the tree might be a good composition to-”

“How about the tree itself? Nature should be observed outside human interference, don’t you think?” Rylee always made you think, moving your attention towards something you wouldn’t have thought of before. Even if you did prefer sketching people, he always encouraged you to practice something you were uncomfortable with. 

You being you- were always a little stubborn though. “But the colors! Look- he’s wearing red which contrasts against the green-” 

“You want your work to have Christmas colors?” He says it in a tone that’s genuinely curious, but it makes you insecure in your own thoughts. A frown reaches your face, looking away from the scene entirely. Rylee touches your shoulder, moving your attention towards him. “Hey- hey- I’m sorry I didn’t mean to insult you…” 

He rubs your cheek with such a soft affection you feel better almost immediately. “I think… I’ll try the tree itself. You’re right… it’s too Christmasy.”

Rylee’s wide grin at your smile warms your heart. You don’t even realize how tight he holds your shoulder.

Your boyfriend Rylee is a welcomed presence in your home. 

Of course, Anthony would say otherwise. He was less than pleased when Rylee started coming over. Whenever he’d spend the night, your roommate would retreat to the confines of his room. Whenever you’d see Anthony after, he’d complain that your relationship violated the privacy of your home. He’d complain even more once you rolled your eyes and laughed off his protective nature. 

Rylee always seemed jittery whenever Anthony was present. He was particularly touchy, something that never happened in public- always with one hand on your form. Rylee would also turn up his lovey-dovey talk to the max. You thought he was nervous, that he felt the need to ‘prove’ your relationship in front of your roommate- lest he accuse Rylee of playing with your heart. 

The sudden tension seemed to disappear entirely once you closed the door to your bedroom, leaving the two of you alone. 

“Did you ever think… we could be roommates?” Rylee mentions one day. He hugs the plush bunny on your head, tugging at the ears with nervousness. His eyes don’t meet yours, dancing around the room in anticipation for your reply. “You can move out of here- I could start dorming-”

You only laugh, and his eyes slow down. “Yeah- that would be nice~” You clearly don’t take him seriously. 

“I’m serious,” he says. His eyes have been transfixed to the corner of your room, eyes lidding with each second that passes. The pout you’ve always found cute appears on his face. 

“I think it’s good we have our distance, you know?” You brush a piece of his hair out of his face, not recognizing the twitch in his eyes. “It makes the time we spend together all the more meaningful.” 

He doesn’t reply to that.  

Your boyfriend Rylee is adorable. 

Milo absolutely hates him. 

“Seriously, he’s like a parasite.” 

“He’s my boyfriend!” You smack your friend at the side, laughing. He doesn’t find it so funny- taking a sip of his coffee in a judgemental reply. 

“And I’m your friend- saying he’s like a parasite. Whatever happened to girl-code?” 

“You aren’t a girl, Milo.” 

“It’s the principle of things!” 

Before you say anything else, your phone buzzes with a custom ring tone belonging to only one person. 

“Here we go again-” Milo’s cut off with you answering the phone, ending his sentence with a sassy scoff. 

“Hi sugar!” The sweet nickname rolls off his tongue and makes you giggle. Milo gags in reply. “Are you busy?” 

Despite Milo mouthing incessant ‘yes’s in your direction, you say no. 

“Aaah- great! I’m about to turn in this piece and I need your opinion urgently-” 

You brush off Milo crushing his paper cup in annoyance, smiling at him half heartedly apologetic. With a roll of his eyes, he stands up- tired of skipping his shift to talk to somebody too distracted to pay him any mind. 

Your days seem to be more and more taken up by the time Rylee spends with you. When you want to study, he’s there. When you’re eating, he shows up with the exclamation that his classes were cancelled. When you’re alone, he’s on your phone, texting or calling you in order to keep up. 

And you wouldn’t have it any other way. Because, your boyfriend Rylee was perfect in your eyes.

If only that were enough for him. 

An x reader character exploration of Milo Greene, one of the love interests in the new Yandere Otome, Knee Deep! In Love.

A slap resounds around the room. 

You think it hurt you more than it hurt him. Your palm stings as you hold it in the air, frozen in place. But the demon in front of you wears an unfazed expression. 

Milo moves and you flinch. You think he’s about to go for the knife laid on the table but he doesn’t. He cups his cheek with his hand and smiles. But it isn’t the soft, boyish grin you grew familiar with. And it isn’t filled with the delusional glee you see in Rylee- nor the nervous placation Anthony shows you. No, he smiles at you with pure, unadulterated glee.

You don’t think you’ve ever been more scared in your entire life. You want to cry before he moves any further. You want to scream to drown out the flashing lights in your head. You want to run before he even has a chance to open his mouth. 

He beats you to all of it before you give it a second thought. 

“MC…” he grips your wrist so tight you can’t hold in your wince. “Oh you wonderful, wonderful, thing.” Milo brings your hand up to his face, right where you slapped him moments before. “Do that again.” 

“W-what?!” You cry out, voice breaking. His curious, bordering on excited tone sends shivers down your spine. It’s like your slap opened an entire new world of possibility to him, and you can practically see the gears in his head turn. Your eyes water with tears, terrified of what he could possibly do next. 

He says his next word so, so sweetly. “Again,” He presses your hand deeper into his cheek. Milo’s eyes are dark, but sadly familiar. You wonder how the boy you grew up with, the man you grew to love- became such a disgusting apathetic monster. “Let’s see how far you can go.” 

You pull your hand away, holding it close to your chest. You want to cry, to scream, to run. “No! Just- just let me go!” You yell at him, trying to move away from him despite the small distance. It does nothing, but it’s cathartic enough to give your terrified mind some relief. So you keep going. 

You scream until your throat is dry. You mourn the loss of your childhood friend. You chastise him for taking you from your home- for chaining you to a chair like some kind of animal. For not even giving you the respect of a response. You want him to yell back- to cry- to do something. At the very least, you need him to feel the same anger, betrayal, and rage that you do. 

But Milo just stands there, smiling. 

And when he finally, finally opens his mouth- all the confidence and audacity within you instantly disappears. 

“If I tried to cut your hand off, how hard would you hit me to get me to stop?” 

You want to cry, to scream, to run. And he just keeps going. 

“Or if I sliced your achilles heel, would you use your remaining strength to push me away?” 

He just.

Keeps.

Going. 

“If I gave you the opportunity, would you kill me with your bare hands for your freedom?” He tilts his head, smiling. It suddenly dawns on you that this monster in front of you probably existed forever. That this was the real Milo, and the familiar, comfortable one you knew before never existed in the first place. “Or would you choose to run?” 

Milo reaches for the table, grabbing the knife you’ve been trying to ignore. He lifts it between you two and drops it. He’s waiting. Observing. Just to see if you would dare. 

“MC.” It weighs you in place like a chain. “I’m going to count to three. Either I get it- or you do.” His smile drops, eyes blank. “Don’t disappoint me.”

You’re frozen in place. 

“One,” you want to cry. 

“Two,” you want to scream. 

“Three.” 

You can’t help but run.

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An x reader scenario feat. Anthony Hayes, Rylee Sinclair, Milo Greene, and Cal Wilder where your exhaustion gets the better of you

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Anthony Hayes

The slam of your front door was all your roommate needed to tell something was wrong.

He looks up from your textbook, catching up on the latest unit so he could help you study. Footsteps dredge closer and closer to your living room and he raises his eyebrow at your disheveled state.

“MC-“ Anthony starts, ready to ask (interrogate) you about your current affairs. He’s cut off by you collapsing on the couch, head landing in his lap as if it were a throw pillow to use at your leisure.

You curl into him with a groan and he rests a hand on your back in comfort. “Tired…” is all you say in reply. There’s a slight smile in your voice as you close your eyes, relishing in the silence, comfort, and scent that Anthony provides.

He taps your back rythmically, not saying any more so you can properly rest. It’s only when he can confirm you’re asleep that he smiles, stroking your cheek in a silent affection you never get to see.

“Rest well,” Anthony says, opening up your textbook once more.

Rylee Sinclair

Rylee thinks it’s a little funny, normally it’s him crying and complaining on video call. However, after the long day you’ve had the tables have turned significantly.

“Ryleeeeee-“ you whine into the receiver, and he kicks his feet, giddy at the way you say his name. “I’m so tired, this day went on forever.” He only wishes he’d be able to comfort you in person, but he offers a sympathetic smile in reply, ready to listen more to your ramble. “But, it already feels a little better.”

“Really?” He says, looking at the way you stretch, phone shaking as your sheets move.

“Yep- just being on call with you is enough to charge me up I guess.”

You say it so casually, as if it wasn’t a statement that rocked his world. His feet pick up, swinging under the desk as works on his classwork. “Well, I’m sorry it isn’t that interesting haha…”

Your yawn is his reply and he fights the urge to squeal incessantly. He sees your eyelids droop, your rabbit plushie coming into frame as you hug it. “No, you’re okay. Just keep talking- it’s all I need.”

Rylee didn’t even realize that he was doodling you on the corner of his homework, instinctually conjuring you on his page to supplement the fact he couldn’t be there with you.

Milo Greene

You want to strangle him every time he pokes your cheek with the tip of his pencil.

Every time you find the heaven of resting your eyes, to finally have a break from the tiredness of your day and the boredom of your lecture-

“Hey, MC, wake up-“

Fucking. Milo.

You turn away from him in pure annoyance, not letting him get the chance to notice you rest. You feel his chair next to you swing back, attempting to get a look at you anyways. At least you two sit in the back, so nobody else can see the public display of nuisance beside you.

“What do you want!?” You finally hiss at him, glaring at the look of surprise he wears as if he wasn’t mentally torturing you for fifteen minutes.

“Well my dear, I was trying to ask if you wanted to get outta here, but somebody keeps ignoring me,” he sticks his tongue out with a pout but you’re too star struck at the question to even reply.

Immediately, you’re taking his hand and getting up, “Your place or mine, ‘lo?”

“Anywhere you want, my dear,” the two of you stroll through the halls, hands intertwined just in case you fall over out of tiredness. (Again)

Cal Wilder

You’re the tired one but Cal is in your lap, looking up at his 3DS and kicking his feet with every action of his game.

Your arms rest on your couch, thankful that Anthony is gone for the moment- lest the two ‘friends’ get into a fit. Somehow, your hands find their way into his hair, combing through the messy dyed locks. This causes him to pause his game, peering from above his console with a cheeky grin.

“You okay?” He ask, looking over the bags under your eyes. Your hand ruffles his head with a smile.

“Yea, long, long day,” you squish his cheeks and Cal lets you, enjoying the feeling of your skin on his. “Better now that you’re here~”

He lets out a giggle and sets his game to the side, pulling you closer to him, foreheads touching. “I tend to have that effect on people~”

“Certainly on me-“

The slam of your door was all you needed to tell that your roommate was home. The two of you separate from your facial proximity, Cal striking a sexy pose as Anthony walks in.

“Well well Tony-“

Your roommate only walks out the way he came in, slamming the door all the same.

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x reader drabbles featuring Rylee Sinclair, Milo Greene, and Anthony Hayes Warning for death & implied suicide

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Rylee Sinclair

You didn’t die- at least, that’s what Rylee tells himself. You only went away to your hometown for break, visiting your family after not seeing them for so long. Rylee even helped you purchase your transit ticket- with the promise you would get him a souvenir from home. Milo was with you- you were safe. He saw you off at the station, you were shining like you always do. 

The call from your mother was a hallucination from missing you so much. Honestly, he laughs once she hangs up, running a hand through his hair as a smile breaks through. He must be going mad- who wouldn’t after a week away from their beloved? 

He tells himself that your stay was extended because you were having so much fun. Rylee replays the stories from your childhood you would tell him, smiling to himself as he hoped those memories would one day replace his own. A world like you described… nothing bad could come of it. 

Rylee watches his doorway expectantly, knowing one day that you had to walk through his door again- carrying your bag of supplies, ready to sketch with him another afternoon. He would keep your slippers by the entrance of his home- telling off the staff who attempted to move them to the closet. The floor was cold, you’d need them once you came back. 

It’s your funeral where he can’t run from reality anymore. 

In all the sketches he’s drawn of you- in the sculptures he’s crafted in your name- in the photos taken of your visage- you’re shining. You’re full of life and all he wants to do in his art is show that you’re all of his. But as he looks at your lifeless body, willfully pale with eyes that refuse to open no matter how many wishes he repeats in his head- the artist’s world has lost all color. And he can’t pretend he’s not broken anymore. 

Rylee's delusion takes the front of his grief. Maybe it helps him cushion the blow. Maybe he just can't handle it

His personality does a 180 as it hurts to keep up the happy go lucky attitude without you

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Milo Greene

Milo’s first instinct is rage. He’s running after you, holding you tightly- yelling at you because anger and denial is easier than trying to save a lost soul. He can’t tell if seconds, minutes, or hours pass as his voice goes hoarse with cries. Your blood soaks into his cardigan, seeping into his under shirt and he can’t tell the difference between your pain and his.

How could you be so stupid? Couldn’t you realize how dangerous that would be? Why would you do this to him? How could you? 

Somebody has to pry him off of you so they can take you into an ambulance. He doesn’t even remember the bastard’s face, nor any words said to him during- but Milo’s already checked your pulse a thousand times over. You’re gone and there’s nothing they can do to change that. It’s the last time he sees you. 

There’s no one he can point fingers at, no one to redirect his anger towards. It’s all that’s on his mind, overtaking concerns for his work and classes- needing something to justify the anger towards your grief. It was always you and him, against the world. You were his person and he was yours. If you’re gone then all he went through- all his actions- everything he’s ever done-

He doesn’t even go to your funeral. Milo ignores the calls from his parents- ignoring the calls from yours. 

It’d be easier if there was somebody else to blame. But Milo can only blame himself. Maybe all he can do is follow. 

There was no one else for Milo but you, so obviously he handles it the worst

His family checks up on him the most but after a while, no one is able to reach him ever again

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Anthony Hayes

Anthony does everything in his power to save you. He doesn’t ask for help, not that he had a choice to in the first place. CPR turns to stitches and stitches turn to transfusions and it all turns to prayer as his desperation is evident in the face of no return. 

There’s an overwhelming guilt that settles within himself as he thinks over everything he could’ve done to save you. If he had driven home faster- if he used a little more pressure- if he could draw more blood to give to you. He wishes he were anyone other than himself, at least then he would have had the privilege of being able to call for an ambulance. 

Anthony anonymously turns your body over to authorities so you can have the proper burial you deserve. He attends your funeral far away, not wanting to face your family after the failure of your rescue. Milo checks up on him but says nothing. Deep down Anthony knows he blames him too. 

He’s numb as he enters your shared apartment, boxes packed as he has no reason to stay in the dorm without you in it. The decor you bought makes his heart hurt, knowing that he has to leave it behind because somebody like him doesn’t deserve the luxury of a reminder of love. He doesn’t open your door, leaving it to your family to go through. He doesn’t want to taint your space anymore. 

Anthony throws himself into work, disappearing from anyone who’s known him. Detachment is his friend as he realizes the truth- you died because of him. 

Anthony fully blames himself for your death, even if it didn't have anything to do with him. Almost like his very presence is a curse

Doesn't let anybody see him cry, but he thinks about you every night after

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Somebody in the discord asked how they'd react to the MC dying and well... I love a good angst prompt IM RUSTY OKAY ?!

(Here’s a slightly updated version of one of the first pieces we ran on this blog back in the halcyon days of 2013.)

by Zeke Teflon, author of Free Radicals: A Novel of Utopia and Dystopia

Long, long ago, in a far away place—so long ago and so far away, in fact, that the statute of limitations has expired—I had the privilege of serving as a staff engineer at pirate radio station KDIL, “The Big…

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Captain America (Movies), Captain America - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Steve Rogers, Sarah Rogers Additional Tags: Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Discussions of marriage Series: Part 4 of kinky dorks in love Summary:

“Mom,” Steve says, voice cracking, and her heart stops. “Bucky—” and then he breaks down into tears.

Her first thought is: oh, Bucky broke up with Steve. Hot fury washes over her while she's simultaneously relieved; she had liked Bucky, thought he was better than this. She was going to find him and skin him alive, but Steve was okay, at least, they could fix this, although she'd seen how Steve looked at Bucky, and she wasn't so sure this could be fixed—

That's her first thought. Later, she'll feel guilty that she didn't immediately think: Bucky didn't stay in the office like Steve. Bucky worked in the field, with drug crimes, which put him in the path of a lot of angry sellers with guns. “Steve,” she asks, afraid of what the answer will be, “is he okay?”