my wildest fantasy is somebody genuinely caring for me and wondering what's going on with me whenever i go silent

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my wildest fantasy is somebody genuinely caring for me and wondering what's going on with me whenever i go silent

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yandere!dick grayson x f!reader [kinktober week 3] (title not related i just couldn't think of anything except that tiktok trend)
cw // noncon to dubcon, kidnapping, physical assault, manipulation, isolation, mental torture, slight mindbreak, probably ooc dick grayson sawry
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“so what’ll happen to us?”
“us? there was never an “us”, dick. we’re just friends, that’s all we ever were.”
you smoke a cigarette, standing on the roof. you watch the lights twinkle as the moon reflects across gotham. the snow falls lightly against your skin and you feel a shiver go down your spine. “those things kill, y’know.” a cheeky voice brings you out of your dissociation.
Yandere [WALLY DARLING] Headcanons | WELCOME HOME
He loves to lean on you, going limp when you hug him, and asks to be held all the time. He loves it when you put kisses all over his face and tell him how much of a good boy he is.
He's devoted to you and brings you gifts, paintings, phone calls, and all the attention you could want all the time.
You would never truly be alone again!
Even now, with you two together, he's still soft-spoken, smiling, and polite. This is probably why his obsession with you would feel sweet at first...until it becomes suffocating.
He is possessive, but not in an aggressive sense. More like, "Of course we belong together! We are best friends! We understand each other the most."
He genuinely believes he loves you "the most."
He likes to say that a lot, "You're my most!"
He would want to spend all his time with you, and since he prefers to hang out with Home, he would also want you to stay inside a lot.
He watches you. Always. That constant eye contact can feel very creepy, but he doesn't really understand that.
He pops out wherever you are, as if he knows exactly where you will be. When you ask him how he knew you would be there, he just shrugs and smiles, "Just a hunch."
He wouldn't understand why you would ever want to distance yourself from him. After all, you are two halves of an apple! Do you not enjoy his company anymore?
He would invade your space constantly without realizing he's suffocating you. Sitting too close, holding your hand so "we don't get lost," staring at you while you sleep, touching your hair...
He wants to know everything about you. Your likes and dislikes, fears, ambitions, what you talk with the other neighbors, what you dream about at night, your favorite foods and drinks, and even how often you get up to pee...
Before you know it, he will be very dependent on you, and you will be the center of his world.
This would also be clear from his art. Oil paintings of you everywhere, sketches of your eyes, sculptures of your bust, poems about your beautiful smile...whenever you point out how "too much" this is, and that he needs to chill out a bit, he would joke that you are his "muse".
If you ignore him, he will deteriorate fast and become even more obsessed with you.
He would also be confused and distressed, and kept asking, "Did I do something wrong? Don't you love me anymore?"
He would look so heartbroken it would make you second-guess yourself, to be honest. Maybe it's not as bad as you think? Maybe you just have commitment issues, and that's why you feel so overwhelmed with Wally's love?
If you try to leave, he might physically stop you without realizing how frightening it his, especially since Home seems to always be on his side.
Home absolutely enables him, by the way. They constantly open the doors for him whenever they notice you are passing by, creaking when you go to another room, locking themselves to keep you inside even longer, the hallways somehow always leading you back to him, lights flickering when you try to leave....
He's still gentle with you, though, and would never lay a hand on you. This makes you even more confused, however, and makes it even harder to understand if something is really wrong or if this is just one of those usual ups and downs every couple has from time to time.
He can't imagine you actually wanting to leave him, so he would just assume you are tired, upset, confused, or joking. Because, come on, anything else would make no sense!
He gets jealous often, but never says anything about it because he doesn't want to push you further.
Whenever someone gets too close to you, however, he starts to stare again and interrupts conversations in hopes of pulling your attention back onto himself.
He also sits between you and others, smiling the entire time as if nothing is wrong, and hugs you or kisses your hands so that the others know you are his and he is yours.
During all of this, he would still sound sweet and kind and smile warmly to you.
This doesn't change even when he does unsettling things like collecting things connected to you, like notes, clothes, things you touched, things you forgot, and even trash like half-eaten fruit because your lips touched it.
Yeah, he would treasure them like gifts and have his own altar that he sometimes sits and watches for hours at night.
He would ask you to move in with him, so you could be "together forever." He already prepared everything, too. When did he do that? Well, since you guys first met, of course!
If someone upsets you, Wally wouldn't yell or anything and would just focus on cheering you up first. Though there will be a little visit to the neighbor at some point when you are not looking, with a little "You were mean to my friend. We can't have that."
At his worst, he would isolate you from your friends and family. It doesn't happen overnight, either. He does it so slowly, you don't even realize it until the only person in your life left is him and Home.
Eventually, it becomes difficult to interact with anyone without Wally being there between you two.
He would guilt-trip you without even meaning to. "Don't you have fun with me? I thought you liked being here. You said we were friends. Did I do something to upset you? Whatever it is...I'm sorry, you know? I would never want to push you away."
He sounds so sad and sincere that it feels like you are the bad guy here. It becomes exhausting to refuse him.
At some point, he would start treating your life as something shared with him automatically. He would rearrange your belongings, decide where you two go, speak for you, finish your sentences, and say "we" constantly.
He becomes controlling while sounding supportive. "You should rest now, you had a long day. You don't need to talk to her; she was really rude to you. Just sit, I'll cook something for you."
Whenever you are not around, he becomes increasingly distressed. At first, he tries to patiently wait, then he follows you around, then he just goes out with you whenever you try to meet other neighbors, until he just can't handle being without you even for a second.
His smile becomes unsettling sometimes. Especially since he insists on smiling even when he's upset or crying. He smiles even while he is saying something that should sound threatening, but comes out soft instead. Thankfully, this is not something you see.
If he thought someone was “taking you away,” he could become dangerous. Would it be really bad if someone "disappeared" if it meant you two were happy?
He doesn't really understand his own emotions, especially something like anger. He usually becomes cold and detached, and tends to hide until he feels normal again.
Whenever those people "disappear," Wally would see that as protecting you, keeping you safe and happy.
He genuinely believes that you are better off with him, even if you cry and beg to be left alone. He just caresses you and says, "You'll feel better soon, don't worry."
He just fails to understand why. Why are you sad? Why are you scared? Why do you want to run away? This, instead of stopping him, just makes him double down.
If you still insist on pushing him away, he would cling to you, lock the doors, and refuse to let you out of his sight. He would plead with you and say, "Please don't leave me alone. I have only you. You're my dear. What will I do if I don't have you anymore?"
And if you did return his affection after all? He would calm instantly, frighteningly fast, and would be back to the sweet, soft-voiced Wally that you had fallen in love with, painting beside you as if nothing had happened, as though his behavior was completely justified because now everything is "fixed."
At least now, if there is anyone else you don't want in the neighborhood anymore, you could just say that to Wally and he would just...you know. There is no line he would not cross for you 🖤
brainwashed m!reader x poly!14
You wake up in a plain, square room. There’s one bed, which you’re laying on, bolted to the wall, with a mattress but no blanket, sheets, or pillow.
There’s one lumpy grey beanbag sitting on a soft foam mat on the floor, and several boxes of jigsaw puzzles and a few packs of cards that can be played by oneself. There’s no windows.
You try to stand, but the moment you swing your legs out over the bed, a wave of dizziness crashes over you, and your arm is throbbing. Glancing down, you see an IV taped to the crook of your left forearm, connecting to a drip line hung up on a stand with little wheels on the bottom so it can be moved across the cold linoleum floor.
You look around blearily, shivering. You’re wearing plain grey clothes— sweatpants and a thin hoodie. Neither have strings, but they fit you well. You can’t remember how you came to be here, or why you’re beginning to feel a persistent sensation of wrongness.
With much difficulty, you manage to stumble to the door, tugging your IV stand behind you. There’s no doorknob on your side, only smooth metal that refuses to push open. There’s a slot in the center, like a strange doggy-door, but it doesn’t open, either.
“Where am I?” you rasp out to empty air.
A speaker crackles from where it’s set into the wall to your right. “Please remain calm. You are in a safe and undisclosed location.”
The voice is like somebody reading from an index card in front of a classroom. Neither kind nor unkind, neither slow nor fast. Blunt pronunciation and careful punctuation.
“Where am I?” you ask again, limping over to the speaker. You’ve just noticed the security cameras in all four corners. The downy-soft hairs on the back of your neck rise. Your skin is crawling from the inside-out. “I can’t remember how I got here.”
“All you need to know is that you will be cared for,” the voice replies. “You will be fed in roughly another 2.3 hours. We must work on getting you accustomed to your new schedule.”
“Schedule?” You stumble around the room some more, pawing at the wall for stability. Your entire body feels like one big bruise, but you don’t have a single mark on you, except for a metal band on your wrist that has a tiny green dot of a light on it. It won’t come up, no matter how hard you pull.
The room feels claustrophobic. It’s Spartan, under-furnished. The walls display nothing but a yucky off-white. The floor is hard and has a strange grey pattern that makes your head spin. You notice that you’re wearing grippy socks.
“I’m thirsty,” you mumble, and it’s true. Your throat is like sandpaper. Your tongue is thick in your mouth.
The voice on the other end of the speaker hums. “I suppose that you are. You’ve been kept in an induced coma for nearly fourteen days now. But nevertheless, you must become used to the schedule. You will wait the approximate 2.3 hours. Ah, now’s it’s 2.2. Lucky you.”
You don’t understand any of this. You clutch at your head, a persistent throbbing set deep behind your eyes, and you manage to make it back to the bed before you collapse.
As you lay there, you’re neither asleep nor awake. Whatever is in the IV is making you shaky and exhausted, like you’ve had too much coffee after too little sleep. You roll over onto your side, and catch sight of a small en-suite bathroom that holds a metal toilet, one spotless sink, and a small trim separating an open shower that is really just white tile under a stainless steel showerhead. There’s one bottle of unmarked shampoo and one bottle of unmarked conditioner, as well as a bar of soap with no label stamp. There’s no cabinet or mirror. No shelving. There’s soap on the sink, too, and a towel, and the threshold of the bathroom itself is completely empty, no door or even hinges where a door would go. Another security camera blinks down from above.
Feeling ill and more confused than ever, you reflect on the odd fact that you seem to harbor no fear despite your current situation. You’re alone and trapped, but like the voice over the speaker said, you feel completely safe. Almost secure, in a way.
Why are you here? You try to recall anything at all, but draw a blank. Your own name has escaped your memory. All you know is that someone, someones, have placed you here for safekeeping.
There’s a flash in your head. Men, your friends. Not your brothers, but as close to it as is possible. Or more than that? Different than that?
There were three, no, four of them. One led. One followed. And another two were always together. There was a boonie hat, a baseball cap, a mowhawk, and a skull. Which was which? To whom did the fragments belong to?
You shudder and cover your face. Remembering makes your head pain you progressively worse.
Perhaps you’ll learn something more in what will now be about 2 hours.
This is sort of a double request. Do you think you can write a platonic yandere story with Phillip Graves and one with Alex Keller? Like two separate stories?
I feel like Philip Graves would be a doting/charming yandere but also more strict and definitely scary if you get him angry. Alex Keller on the other hand seems like he'd be a very patient parental yandere. Even when he's mad, I don't see him taking it out or showing it strongly to reader. There aren't many Philip Graves yandere stories and I can't even think of a single yandere story focused on Alex Keller.
Yes of course <33 enjoy
Platonic Yandere Philip Graves - Isolation
Philip Graves has been and always will be a control freak, he’s not above crossing the line of ethics to maintain his control and power. He doesn’t care about what he has to do to get what he wants, as long as his goals are achieved he is satisfied.
When he kidnaps you, he doesn’t tolerate any disrespect. You won’t scream at him, kick or fight him. He doesn’t care if you get scared when he yells at you, as long as you are more obedient afterwards. You are his child, you will not disrespect your father in any way.
“You have anything you wanna say to me, darlin’?” He leans against the doorframe at the top of the stairs to the basement, his arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at you.
You are curled up in the twin bed against the wall, you’ve been down here for three days after you cussed him out during a breakdown. He’s only brought you food and water, he’s waiting for an apology.
“No..” he heard you mumble, he sighs, pushing off of the wall and closing the basement door. You are left alone in the dark once again. He’ll leave you here for another week and see if you’ll ’drop the attitude’, as he calls it.
A week passes by, it’s torturous for you. You’ve never been alone this long and it’s starting to mess with you. You’ve started to crave the times when he comes to the top of the stairs to bring you food. He doesn’t speak or look at you when he brings you food, and it kills you. You feel like crawling out of your own skin.
A week passes and you sit up when you hear the sound of the keys unlocking the door, he stands at the top of the stairs. You wait for him to speak first, your hands shaking with negative emotions and energy.
“Got something you wanna say to me now?” His face is black with shadows, you can’t see his facial expressions. Your lip quivers as you start to speak.
“I’m sorry..” you say quietly, voice scratchy from not using it for a while.
“What are you sorry for, kiddo?” Philip says softly, wanting a full apology from you. He waits patiently as you gather your words.
“I’m sorry for.. using bad words.. and yelling at you. It wasn’t.. it wasn’t good.. and I’m sorry.” You struggle to get your words out without starting to cry. You want to run up the stairs to him, the isolation has made you crave any sort of human interaction in a feral way. Your words come out in a slow ramble as you try not to sob.
“You gonna use bad words again?” He tilts his head, satisfied with the outcome of his punishment as he sees the tears running down your face.
“No.. I’m sorry.” You apologize again, desperate for him to give you permission to let you walk up the stairs and out of the cold basement.
“I accept your apology, Y/n” he breathes out, gesturing for you to come up the stairs. You scurry up the stairs and into his arms, you sob into his chest and he wraps his arms around you.
“I know.. I know..” he murmurs into the top of your head, hands rubbing your back. He’s very very satisfied with how this has played out. You’ve never willingly wanted affection from him.
“I’m sorry.. Please don’t put me back in the basement.” You sob into his shoulder, you’re tears making a wet patch in his shirt. He kisses the side of your head, his stubble prickly against your skin.
“Be a good kid and you won’t go back in the basement, yeah?”

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I really do appriciate people speaking about mental illness mentioning how hard it is to keep up personal hygine but they always put "days" "weeks" after it.
Its always "Can't brush their teeth for weeks" what about months? Years?
Theres not being able to brush your teeth for a month and then theres being cast out of every social circle
Theres the your family telling you that you cant come to this and that event becouse of how you look, how you smell, how your teeth are rotting beyond any repair, how some are missing already and no matter what you just cant get yourself to pick up a toothbrush
Yes, its hard to shower, but its hard to wash your hands, its impossible to clean your clothes or your bedding and sometimes you cant even be bothered to rince a cup or a plate
Everytime I come online and see people posting about mental illness even then i feel left out. Even their profile pictures of their white, full sets of natural teeth make me feel like cast out again
Its not at all on these creators and I, of all people, know how shameful it is to speak up about these things. Hell i have never talked about it to my closest friends, the extent of how I struggle, but thats the exact reason why we need to speak out.
Bed sores, discoloration, being avoided even by those who live in the same house.
Mess that isnt something you see on tiktok, atleast not the videos that get that type of attention
Mess isnt just a halfdone art project on the floor and a couple of clothes scattered around, its also not being able to use your closet. Dirty and clean clothes being unseperated. Food, drinks and mold gathering up like they belong in the ecosystem of your living space. So much shame you cant get yourself to go to a doctor or dentist, silent suffering and loosing your ability to properly speak becouse mumbling for years just so people cant get a glimpse of your mouth. I havent smiled with my teeth in almost 6 years and I doubt I ever will, not even in private i let myself show them, I dont let my mirror see what Im most ashamed of, not after hiding it so well and so good for so long.
Its discolored, its holed, my left canine is missing and i dont even dare to say how much every bite hurts
That seems like all you can do when you get in these situations, hide it as long as you can
As long as you can till you yawn or speak too loud and someone almost jumps out of their seat almost screaming "What happend??" And just shutting your mouth untill they forget aswell
the yan urge to isolate them from all of their friends and loved ones because they should only need me :(( everyone else is bad for you baby, just let me take care of you!! nobody understands you like i do <3