#yander

> Saffiya started something. Now you have to finish it. Who’s walking toward you… and how do you survive it?

Entry #1. ⛧・゜✧ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ✧゜・⛧

Synopsis:

You moved to Tokyo for a fresh start — new school, new job, new future. But the city doesn’t feel like freedom. It feels like something is watching you.

You work at a gas station as a side job to help pay for college. Your family doesn't have much, and moving to Tokyo from the countryside was supposed to be a new beginning—a fresh start. But instead of feeling hopeful, you've been carrying this strange weight.

Ever since the move, you've had the creeping sense that you're being watched. At first, you thought it was just nerves. Big city paranoia. But no matter how often you brushed it off, the feeling never went away.

"Welcome," you said as the man stepped through the glass doors.

He didn't respond—just walked past you like you weren't even there.

You watched him head down the second aisle, toward the shelf where the liquor was stocked. He lingered, eyes scanning the bottles, until he finally reached for a green one near his right hand.

He brought it up to the counter and placed it down without a word.

You scanned the bottle. Beep.

"Nine dollars," you said.

Still looking down, he pulled a crumpled ten from his coat pocket and slid it toward you without making eye contact.

You took the bill, opened the register, and handed him his change.

"Have a nice night."

He didn't say anything. Just turned and left.

The door buzzed shut behind him, and silence returned.

An hour passed. Not a single customer came in. The store was quiet, dimly lit under flickering fluorescent lights.

You rubbed your eyes. Your shift was almost over, and the thought of going home—changing clothes, eating, crashing into bed—brought a small smile to your face.

Then you saw it.

Out of the corner of your eye, a white van pulled into the gas station.

You expected someone to step out, but no one did.

The van slowed, circled the gas pumps, and then—without stopping—drove away.

You blinked.

Weird, you thought.

Who comes to a gas station just to do a slow lap?

You shrugged it off and started getting ready to close.

You swept the floor, straightened the shelves, and wiped down the windows.

The only thing left was to take out the trash.

With a sigh, you lifted the heavy lid off the bin behind the counter and pulled out the bag, its plastic stretching under the weight.

You decided to use the front door—it was closer.

You stepped outside, the cool night air brushing against your skin. The city still hummed in the distance, but this corner of it felt unusually quiet.

You walked from the front of the store to the back, pushed open the gate around the dumpster, and tossed the garbage in. The bag landed with a heavy thud.

You turned to head back.

Click.

You stopped cold.

The sound was faint, but unmistakable—like the shutter of a phone camera.

Your heart jumped. You scanned the area, eyes darting through shadows and the spaces between streetlights.

Nothing.

"Nope. I'm not sticking around." you said to yourself mentally.

You bolted.

Ran back inside, locking the door behind you.

Your pulse was pounding now.

You grabbed your things, clocked out, and practically sprinted to your car.

The moment you got in, you locked the doors, started the engine, and drove off without looking back.

⸻ AN let me now if I should continue.

I am planning on posting entry #2. Tomorrow. 

ET1 ET2

this is why he would mesh well with a chronically anxious partner:

Yandere!fem! killer × fem!civilian! Reader

Character description

TW: a light description of gore, height difference, serial story, murder, description of murder , assault , stabbing knife (reader receives), everything takes place in a criminal Russian city of the 90s .

Russia, 1990. June 20th. 15:00.

You're sitting at home, and there's a news report on TV in the background...It seems like a few more people were shot this week... hmm, that's weird..This is the 3rd time this month. In general, more than 20 people have already been shot dead.. And a curfew was announced. This was still not enough. Now you'll have to stop your nighttime walks in the park... And it's still hot outside. It was +21° in the afternoon . And you made the right decision - to go buy yourself ice cream and kvass! You put on your sneakers, cap, and went out in what you were wearing-a regular sleeveless T-shirt and black athletic shorts. And of course, not forgetting about the money, you headed towards the store. And since it was already evening, the daytime heat dropped. You went into the store, and after greeting a familiar saleswoman, you bought yourself a simple ice cream from GOST and 0.5 kvass. That's how yours started little walk, drinking kvass and eating cool ice cream. Everything you need in this heat. You finished your ice cream and sat down on a bench, finishing your kvass. But you've been approached by highly anticipated, but at the same time unpleasant, gopnik personalities. There were about 5 of them. And they are not a surprise in your city, perhaps their "relatives" committed those recent murders..

"Hey, dear, do you have a mobile phone? I need to call my mother HAHAHA."

Said one, and then laughed with his group of friends. But after being refused, he abruptly became serious and reached into his pocket. And then, he fished out a knife.. Damn, things are bad. You quickly got up and ran away, but a quick stab in the back caused you to fall with a loud expletive. And just as you were about to get up, you heard a gunshot, screams and screams of other gopnik and saw the body... The body of the bastard who stabbed you in the back...Someone shot him in the head, and part of his brain got on you. His friends started running away in a panic, but they suffered the same fate... Those screams.. The moans of pain and the smell of metal prompted you faint.

You woke up to someone shaking your shoulders. You opened your eyes, and she was a tall and very masculine woman. Short black hair , tanned skin , strong sinewy arms , countless scars and a red eye . Yes, not the eyes, eye. Because the other one is covered with an bandage like a pirate's. And she smells ... Expensive alcohol, sea, and metal... It 's strange , but it 's so attractive ..

When you got up and more or less came to your senses, you saw an ambulance and a couple of police cars. This woman helped you get up and sat next to you on a bench. And when you felt your back, you felt the bandage. I think you've already received first aid. And soon a policeman came up to you.

"Comrades girls , may I ask what the fuck happened here??"

And then you answered.

"I.. I don't know. I was attacked by some gopniks gang, one of them, as you can see, stabbed me in the back, but someone shot them.. I didn't really see anything myself...."

The policeman grunts with displeasure. And then he speaks again . But this time he's talking to the woman next to you. By the way , she looked about 40 years old . but she looked amazing... Stop stop stop. What are you talking about...?? She's old enough to be your mother. But we digress.

"And you, did you see something?"

" I only came up when this girl was unconscious, and these boys were already dead. Unfortunately, I can't help you. "

And your "interrogation" continued for a long time, and finally you were released. But this woman, as it turned out, her name is Gaetana Gati, an Italian and a former medic, volunteered to escort you.

" Just a second, I need to buy something at the store, can you please wait? "

You just nod and sit down on the bench. Hopefully, the same situation that happened recently won't happen again. And soon she returns , handing you a bar of chocolate , a bag of oranges , and a pack of imported coffee ... And it all looked so expensive...

" Here you go. I can only guess what an emotional shock this is for you. You . You're a young girl with her whole life ahead of her. Take it, don't be modest.. "

No matter how much you denied it, but Gaetana, having escorted you to your apartment, still gave you these "gifts" and wished you a good day and left. It was already 19:00, and the curfew was about to start , and you decided to go to bed. After all, so much has happened today that words cannot describe in a week. And Gaetana is, you're kind of attracted to her... And it scares you. And with such thoughts, you went to bed and fell asleep almost immediately .

X was answered here

F and W for Dirk

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would feel so guilty about it. He'd definitely let you yell at him, nodding along with every insult you hurl at him. He would even let you hit him, if he thought it would make you feel better and wouldn't give you an opportunity to escape. He would try to have a serious conversation about what you want and need, but given that you're practically in hysterics trying to fight against him, it wouldn't actually get anywhere. His default would be to just give you space until you were calmer. To watch you through cameras rather than staying in the same room as you. To only enter your room to get you your food and water and take care of you. If you were actively trying to escape and he could see that through his cameras, he would come back into the room. He'd be confident in how well restrained you are, so he wouldn't even bother trying to stop you, wouldn't tell you to knock it off. He's just sticking around so he can react faster on the off chance that you do manage to get out of the ropes.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?