Welcome to the trash fire

Caretaker has been endlessly gentle and patient as whumpee recovers, but now whumpee is almost well again, and what then? Whumper only wanted whumpee to hurt, so naturally caretaker only wants whumpee to take care of. That's what they do, right? If whumpee doesn't need looking after, the relationship will fall apart.

Yandere x Lookalike!Reader

When he was a volatile, impressionable teenager, he didn't just have a crush, he had an awakening. His first love was a whirlwind who completely rewrote his internal chemistry, introducing him to an intensity of emotion he had never known before. When their family abruptly moved away across the country, it didn't just break his heart; it halted his psychological growth. He became a man perpetually frozen in unresolved grief, forever searching every crowded street, campus courtyard, and office hallway for a specific tilt of the chin or a familiar laugh.

When he first saw you sitting at your desk on your first day at the company, his entire world completely stopped spinning. It wasn't just a casual resemblance; you were a living, breathing ghost. You shared the exact same structure of the jaw, the same shade of hair under the fluorescent lights, and a laugh that sent a physical jolt straight through his spine. He didn't see you; he saw a second chance given to him by the universe. His courtship of you was incredibly intense from day one, driven by a desperate, frantic need to lock you down before you could ever disappear like the original.

During the initial months of dating, the cracks in his perception were small enough for you to look past. You’d mention your intense seafood allergy, yet two dates later, he’d enthusiastically surprise you with reservations at a high-end sushi bar, looking entirely deflated when you reminded him. He’d casually drop off a lavender-scented candle at your apartment, despite you explicitly telling him you preferred vanilla. You played it off as standard relationship jitters or a busy work schedule, making him a bit scatterbrained. In reality, his brain was actively overriding your actual identity, forcing the preferences of a ghost onto your shoulders.

Once you finally moved into his apartment and shared a bed, the haunting became a nightly occurrence. He was an incredibly restless sleeper, his fingers constantly tangling into your hair with a tight, almost painful grip as if ensuring you wouldn't vanish into the mattress. In the dead of night, his breathing would hitch, and he would muffle broken, frantic whispers into the crook of your neck. You’d lay awake in the dark, listening to him beg a phantom not to pack her bags, his voice dropping into a raw, pathetic whine you never heard from him during the day.

When you finally confronted him about his late-night mumblings, he didn't panic. He sat you down, held your hands tightly, and spun a beautifully curated, vulnerable story about his teenage heartbreak. He admitted that the family moved away, that it shattered him, and that he had carried the weight of that loss for years. He looked directly into your eyes, his expression full of a tender, manufactured sincerity, and told you that meeting you was what finally allowed him to heal and move on. You felt a deep wave of sympathy, completely reassured that you were his present and his future. You didn't realize it was a calculated lie to keep you from digging deeper.

A few years into the relationship, his behavior quietly mutated from romantic to deeply controlling. He started taking over your personal aesthetic entirely under the guise of "spoiling you." He would come home from business trips with expensive garment bags, presenting you with structured, vintage-style dresses and heavy cardigans that completely clashed with your casual, modern style. If you hesitated to wear them, his polite demeanor would instantly freeze, his eyes going entirely dark and hollow. "I spent hours looking for this specific cut, love. It would look so perfect on you. Just put it on for me. Please." You’d change into them just to keep the peace, unaware that you were literally dressing up in a dead relationship's uniform.

The true horror of your reality didn't hit you until a quiet Sunday morning in your kitchen. You were pouring coffee, chatting about a mundane work project, when you accidentally dropped a mug, sending ceramic shards across the tile. He instantly bolted out of his chair, his face pale with a frantic, unhinged panic. He grabbed your waist, pulling you away from the mess, his voice cracking with a terrifyingly familiar terror as he checked your hands for cuts. "Oh god, are you okay? I’ve got you, [First Love's Name]. I won't let anything happen to you, I swear—"

The kitchen went completely dead silent. The wrong name hung heavily in the air between you, absolute and undeniable. When you froze, staring at him with a look of pure, creeping dread, his grip on your waist didn't loosen it actually tightened, his knuckles turning white. He didn't apologize. He didn't look remorseful. Instead, a slow, dark, and utterly consumed smile spread across his face as he leaned down, burying his face in your hair, entirely indifferent to the fact that his mask had completely shattered. "Ah... you heard that, didn't you? It doesn't matter, sweetheart. You're here now. You look just like her. You dress just like her. You're never going to leave me like she did."

The first escape attempt happens less than forty-eight hours after the kitchen facade shatters. You wait until his breathing evens out into that heavy, restless rhythm, carefully unpeeling his white-knuckled grip from your waist millimeter by millimeter. You don’t grab shoes, you don’t grab a coat, and you certainly don't grab your phone, you know he monitors the GPS. You manage to unlock the front door and sprint three entire blocks into the freezing night air before a sleek black car quietly pulls up to the curb beside you. The door clicks open, and he looks out at you from the passenger seat, his expression completely blank, holding the very jacket you left behind. He doesn't yell when you get in; he just wraps the coat around your shivering shoulders and sighs against your hair. "She tried running away into the rain once, too. You really are identical to her in every single way, aren't you?"

The security in the apartment upgrades immediately, turning your living space into a high-tech fortress. The physical keys are replaced with biometric scanners that require his fingerprint, and the windows are fitted with reinforced safety glass that only opens a few inches. He frames this extreme lockdown as a profound act of devotion, telling you that the world outside is simply too dangerous for someone as fragile as you. He begins working entirely from home, setting up his laptop right across from wherever you are sitting. If you try to slip into the bathroom for too long just to catch your breath, he will knock softly on the wood every two minutes, his voice a sweet, chilling purr through the paneling. "Just checking on you, sweetie. Don't fall asleep in there."

Your second attempt is far more calculated, taking weeks of quiet compliance to make him lower his guard. You memorize the schedule of the grocery delivery person, and when the door scanner clicks open for a brief ten seconds, you dive past the delivery rack and sprint down the emergency stairwell. You make it all the way to a crowded train station, your heart hammering against your ribs as you blend into the sea of commuters. But before you can even step onto a train, a hand tightly slips into yours, locking its fingers with yours in a brutal, unyielding grip. You look up, terrified, to find him standing right beside you, smiling warmly at a passing elderly couple as if you're just a normal, affectionate duo. He leans close to your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Did you really think I wouldn't track my own heartbeat? Let's go home, [First Love's Name]. You've had your fun."

The psychological punishment for your resistance is a slow, suffocating erasure of your actual self. He doesn't use physical violence; instead, he completely replaces your remaining personal belongings with her history. You wake up one morning to find your entire makeup vanity cleared out, replaced by the specific vintage perfume she used to wear. Your favorite books are gone from the shelves, replaced by journals filled with poetry and notes written in her handwriting from years ago. He will sit on the edge of the bed, brushing a silver hairbrush through your strands, forcing you to listen to endless stories about her childhood. He is systematically drowning your identity, using your physical body as a canvas to paint a dead relationship back to life.

By the time your third escape attempt fails after you try to scream for help from the apartment balcony, only for him to effortlessly pull you back inside and lock the glass, something inside you completely snaps. The constant exhaustion of fighting a man who views you as a literal reincarnation wears your nervous system down to nothing. You stop fighting the vintage dresses he lays out for you. You stop flinching when he uses the wrong name in his sleep. When he holds a spoonful of soup to your lips or pins a specific cameo brooch to your collar, you just stare blankly ahead, letting him mold you into his perfect, silent doll.

Yandere x Narcissist!Reader

Dating a narcissist would drive a normal person insane, but to a yandere, your absolute obsession with yourself is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. You are arrogant, deeply superficial, and completely convinced that the world revolves entirely around you. You demand constant praise, luxury, and undivided attention. While anyone else would walk away from your ego, he looks at your vanity and falls entirely to his knees. He doesn't want a humble partner; he wants a deity to worship, and he thinks your self-obsession is completely justified because, in his eyes, you are perfect.

He has successfully turned your massive ego into his ultimate trap. Because you love being perceived as wealthy, flawless, and superior, he completely funds your high-end lifestyle without a single complaint. He buys you the designer clothes, the luxury cars, and the expensive jewelry you flaunt to make others jealous. He loves that your vanity makes you entirely financially dependent on him. He will literally bow his head to slip a diamond necklace around your throat, smiling deeply as you stare at your own reflection in the mirror rather than looking at him. "Look how beautiful you are, my love. Only the absolute best for you. No one else could ever provide for you like this."

He handles your constant need for validation by becoming your permanent, 24/7 hype-man. If you spend three hours getting ready just to take a single selfie for social media, he won't complain about the wait. Instead, he will hold the studio lights for you, adjust your hair, and tell you exactly how breathtaking you look from every angle. He will literally create hundreds of fake burner accounts online just to spam your comment sections with compliments and argue with anyone who leaves even a slightly critical remark. He wants your digital world to be a flawless mirror that only reflects your own greatness.

Your complete lack of empathy for other people actually makes his job incredibly easy. If he systematically cuts off your friends, sabotages your relationships with your family, or gets a coworker fired because they were getting too close to you, you don't even notice the isolation. You are too busy focusing on yourself to care that your social circle is shrinking. When you off-handedly complain that people are "dropping out of your life because they're jealous of your success," he will softly stroke your hair and fuel your delusion. "Of course they're jealous, sweetheart. They can't handle how bright you shine. You don't need those basement-dwellers anyway. You just need me to admire you."

He treats your arrogance as a green light to be completely possessive. Because you love being the center of attention, you might casually flirt with a waiter or a bartender just to prove to yourself that you "still have it." A normal boyfriend would get jealous and pick a fight with you. Your yandere boyfriend doesn't blame you at all in his mind; it’s not your fault that you're a masterpiece; it's the waiter's fault for daring to look at his god. The person who caught your eye will mysteriously disappear from their shift the next day, while your boyfriend takes you to an even more exclusive, private restaurant where the staff is strictly instructed to keep their eyes on the floor.

He has a deeply unhinged way of managing your infrequent moments of insecurity. On the rare days where you look in the mirror and feel like you don't look perfect, or when a project you worked on doesn't get the praise you demanded, your ego will completely fracture into a toxic, defensive meltdown. You’ll pace the room, snapping at him, demanding to know if you're losing your edge. He will instantly drop to his knees, wrap his arms tightly around your waist to anchor you, and look up at you with completely wide, consumed eyes. He will recite a terrifyingly detailed list of every single perfect trait you possess, practically praying to you until your ego is safely put back together.

The true genius of this dynamic is that you are completely blind to his dangerous, obsessive nature because your own reflection blocks your view. You think he's just a submissive, deeply infatuated puppy who is lucky to have you. You don't realize that while you are busy staring at yourself in the mirror, he is the one who bought the mirror, built the room, and locked the door from the outside. You are a captive creature in his beautiful golden cage, but as long as the cage is lined with velvet, diamonds, and endless praise, you will gladly sit on your throne and never try to leave.

He treats your absolute selfishness as a twisted form of loyalty. While a normal partner would be deeply hurt that you never ask about his day, never remember his birthday, and completely tune out when he speaks about his own life, he finds it incredibly comforting. Your utter lack of curiosity about him means you never ask where he goes at night, why he has a secondary encrypted phone, or how he uncovers so much private data on your acquaintances. You are too busy talking about your own achievements to notice his red flags, making your self-absorption his perfect camouflage.

He has turned your social media feeds into a highly curated, artificial echo chamber. He knows that your mood for the entire day is dictated by the engagement metrics on your latest posts. To ensure you stay perpetually happy and dependent on the digital high, he runs a private "click farm" out of his office. The moment you upload a photo, thousands of automated bots all programmed with realistic usernames and profile pictures instantly flood your page with likes, shares, and worshipful comments. If you brag at dinner about how "the algorithm finally recognizes your beauty," he’ll just smile warmly, cutting your steak for you. "Of course it does, my love. Quality always rises to the top."

He weaponizes your vanity to completely dictate what you wear and how you present yourself, but he does it by reversing psychology on your ego. If he wants you to wear a specific outfit that he bought, he won't just ask you to put it on. Instead, he’ll casually leave it draped over a chair and murmur, "I bought this piece from an exclusive designer, but honestly... I don't think anyone is elegant enough to pull it off. The lines are too demanding." Your competitive arrogance will instantly flare up. You’ll snap the clothes out of his hands, put them on just to prove him wrong, and strut around the room while he sits back, completely intoxicated by how easily he can manipulate your pride.

The way he handles your "haters" is terrifyingly systematic. Because you have a loud, abrasive personality and love to brag, you naturally attract online critics who call out your narcissism. You’ll throw a massive tantrum at home, pacing the floor and screaming about how "pathetic, jealous peasants" are trying to ruin your image. While you are venting, he is already typing on his laptop. He doesn't just block them; he ruins them. If an online account leaves a viral hate comment on your profile, he will track their IP, pull up their real-world liabilities, and quietly, systematically dismantle their lives, bankrupting their small businesses or leaking their private indiscretions, all while telling you, "See? Karma always strikes the people who try to diminish your light."

He treats your constant financial extravagance as a beautiful reassurance. He loves when you swipe his black card for a spontaneous $20,000 shopping spree because, to him, every transaction receipt is a signed contract ensuring you can never leave his side. If you ever have a rare moment of existential dread where you wonder what you would do if he ever stopped funding you, he will instantly smother the thought. He will pull you onto his lap, surround you with your new designer bags, and press a soft kiss to your jaw. "Don't fill that beautiful head with such silly thoughts, sweetheart. My wealth exists solely to frame your perfection. You don't need a backup plan. You have me forever."

He loves when you use him as an accessory to show off to your peers. At high-society galas or casual parties with old acquaintances, you love to parade him around like a prize trophy flaunting his good looks, his expensive tailored suits, and his unwavering devotion just to make your old friends look pathetic by comparison. He gladly plays the role of the doting, subordinate partner, standing half a step behind you and catering to your every whim in public. He lets you take all the credit, entirely satisfied with the knowledge that while you think you’re showing him off to the world, he is actually supervising your isolation in real-time.

GentleYandere!Boyfriend x Artist!Reader

GentleYandere!Boyfriend is the definition of a gentle sanctuary. In a world that constantly screams at you to be louder, faster, and more practical, he is a quiet, unyielding wall of support. He looks at your art not as a "silly little hobby," but as the very extension of your soul. He is the type of boyfriend who bought you a high-end, professional easel for your birthday, setting it up in the brightest corner of his apartment before you even officially moved in. He treats your sketchbooks like sacred texts, never opening them without your permission, but looking at every page with absolute, breathless awe when you do show him.

The psychological warfare your family inflicts on you is something he takes deeply personally, though he keeps his rage completely hidden beneath a polite, charming smile. Every holiday dinner or family gathering is a minefield. Your parents will casually ask when you're going to "grow up" and study for the MCAT or the LSAT, dropping passive-aggressive remarks about how your cousins are buying houses while you’re "still playing with crayons." During these moments, your boyfriend’s hand will find yours under the table, his thumb rhythmically rubbing the calloused skin from your pencil grip, grounding you so you don't shatter right there over the roast beef.

GentleYandere!Boyfriend handles your family gatherings with a terrifyingly polished, passive-aggressive defense strategy. He doesn't yell, but instead, he kills them with a terrifyingly polite, upper-class civility. When your father laughs and says art won't pay the bills, your boyfriend will casually sip his wine and chime in with a smooth, dangerous calm: "Actually, sir, their latest commission was acquired by a private collector for more than most entry-level associates make in a year. But then again, true talent is quite hard for the corporate mind to quantify, isn't it?" He delivers the insult with such an innocent, dazzling smile that your family doesn't even realize they've been insulted until the drive home.

His yandere nature is entirely focused on isolation through comfort. He actively weaponizes your family's cruelty to cut you off from them, and he does it so gently you think it's entirely your idea. After a particularly brutal dinner where your mother reduces you to tears over your life choices, he will wrap you in a massive, heated blanket in the passenger seat of his car, hand-feeding you your favorite comfort food. He’ll kiss your temple, his voice a low, soothing purr. "They don't deserve your beautiful mind, my love. Why do you keep letting them bleed you dry? You don't need their approval. You have me. I can fund your studio for the rest of your life. Let's just block their numbers. Just create for me."

When the pressure becomes too much, and you have a full-scale, devastating mental breakdown in your studio, crying until your ribs ache, tearing up old sketches, and screaming that your parents are right and that you're a failure, GentleYandere!Boyfriend is there within seconds. He doesn't try to give you logical advice or tell you to calm down. He will physically drop to the floor into the mess of charcoal and ripped paper, pulling your shaking body into his lap. He will pin your hands gently against his chest so you stop hurting yourself, burying his face in your neck, letting you cover his expensive clothes in tears and stray paint. "Let it out, little bird. I'm right here. I've got you. They are blind, but I see you. You are a genius. I will take care of everything."

GentleYandere!Boyfriend takes care of your physical needs with a doting, overbearing intensity, especially when you enter a "flow state" and forget the rest of the world exists. If you spend forty-eight straight hours locked in your studio working on a canvas, he won't get angry about the lack of attention. Instead, he will quietly slip into the room every few hours to place a fresh glass of water, a plate of cut fruit, or a warm meal right beside your palette. He’ll stand just behind you, his hands resting gently on your shoulders, giving them a firm, grounding squeeze. He loves watching the manic, beautiful light in your eyes when you paint because he knows that as long as you are consumed by your art, he is the only one holding the safety line, keeping you attached to reality.

Yandere!AsylumPatient x AsylumPatient!Reader 2

The asylum staff tried switching you to a completely different medication schedule, heavier sedatives meant to keep you asleep through his 3:00 AM break-ins. It backfired spectacularly. The first night, he snuck into your room and found you completely unresponsive, staring blankly at the ceiling, too drugged to even squeeze his hand back. Yandere!AsylumPatient nearly leveled the ward. He hauled the night nurse over the counter by her collar, demanding to know what they "put in his little bird." Now, he strictly monitors your pill intake. He will sit next to you during morning meds, take the little paper cup from the nurse, sniff it suspiciously, and force the staff to explain every single tablet before he lets you swallow it. If he thinks a pill makes you too drowsy, he’ll flick it across the room into a drain. "No way, doc. This one makes them look like a ghost. Give them the pink ones, those make them smile."

Yandere!AsylumPatient has developed a terrifying "radar" for your panic spikes, even when you aren't in the same room. If you are down the hall in a private evaluation session and the therapist starts pressing too hard on your traumas, causing your breathing to hitch, he will somehow sense it from the common area. The facility has logs of him abruptly stopping a conversation, tilting his head like a predator catching a scent, and then sprinting down the corridor. Yandere!AsylumPatient will literally throw his entire weight against the evaluation room’s heavy observation glass, cracking it, just so you can see his face pressing against the window. He’ll mouth the words "I’m right here, baby," while pointing a threatening, blood-stained finger at your terrified therapist.

The administrative board tried to implement a "rewards system" to manipulate him, offering him better food, courtyard privileges, or access to books if he stayed away from you for a week. Yandere!AsylumPatient laughed in the warden’s face, spat on the mahogany desk, and flipped the table over. You are his only currency. Yandere!AsylumPatient cannot be bought, reasoned with, or bribed because nothing in the mortal world holds any value to him compared to the feeling of your chin resting on his chest. In fact, he uses his good behavior as a weapon. Yandere!AsylumPatient will completely cooperate with a brutal evaluation or sit quietly through a forced injection only if the head doctor explicitly signs a pass allowing him to sit in your cell for the entire afternoon.

Yandere!Asylum Patient's teasing personality completely ruins the solemn, sterile atmosphere of the asylum's cafeteria. While the other inmates sit in dead silence, terrified of making a wrong move, he turns your lunch table into his personal comedy club. Yandere!AsylumPatient will balance plastic spoons on his nose, make ridiculous caricatures of the guards using mashed potatoes, and steal the best dessert options from three tables over just to pile them onto your tray. If you hide your face in your hands out of sheer embarrassment from the attention, he’ll softly pull your wrists away, grinning deeply. "Don't hide that pretty face, little bird. Look at me, I'm being a good boy today. Eat your pudding."

The guards tried replacing your room’s standard lock with a state-of-the-art digital keypad to stop his nightly visits. It took him exactly two nights to bypass it. Yandere!AsylumPatient didn't hack it; he simply waited in the shadows until the night guard typed the code, memorized the specific beep tones of the buttons, and then broke that same guard's fingers later that week so he could take his master keycard anyway. When he slipped into your room that night, he tossed the broken pieces of the keypad onto your floor like a cat presenting a dead mouse. "Look, sweetie! No more annoying beeping sounds. Now we can sleep."

Yandere!AsylumPatient has a massive, unhinged hatred for the facility's alarm system because the loud, screeching klaxons make you cover your ears and cry. During a massive facility-wide lockdown, while the sirens were blaring, he didn't try to escape through the broken gates. Instead, he systematically ripped three separate alarm speakers completely out of the concrete walls with his bare, bloody hands, throwing them down the stairs. The second the hallway went quiet, he dropped to his knees in front of you, entirely covered in drywall dust, and gently pulled your hands away from your ears. "Better? I turned off the bad noise for you. Now you only have to listen to me."

The absolute breaking point for the asylum occurred when they tried to transfer you to an entirely different state facility. They tried to do it secretly at 4:00 AM while Yandere!AsylumPatient was locked in solitary confinement. The moment he heard the transport van’s engine idling outside your window, his brain completely fractured. He literally shattered his own shoulder to slip out of a heavy-duty straitjacket, bit a chunk out of a guard's arm, and smashed through the reinforced glass of the solitary ward. He sprinted onto the tarmac completely barefoot, throwing his body onto the hood of the moving transport van, tearing at the windshield wipers, and screaming through the glass at you.

The transfer was immediately canceled because Yandere!AsylumPatient threatened to track down and slaughter the family of every single board member if the van drove an inch further. Now, the administration has completely accepted its defeat. You are never leaving this asylum, and neither is he. They have officially modified your file to list him as your permanent "crisis companion." You are still a prisoner in a cold, clinical hell. Still, as he lies beside you in the dark, his heavy arms wrapped around your waist and his chest vibrating with a dark, satisfied chuckle, you realize the asylum isn't keeping him locked in; he's keeping the rest of the world locked out.

Yandere!AsylumPatient has developed a weirdly sweet, yet entirely territorial habit of "decorating" your uniform. Since the asylum forces everyone to wear the same drab, scratchy grey scrubs, he felt it made his little bird look too much like the other patients. To fix this, he uses the colorful threads he meticulously unravels from the contraband blankets he steals for you. Yandere!AsylumPatient will sit on the floor of the dayroom, leaning his chin on your knee, and use a smuggled plastic needle to crudely embroider little messy stars, hearts, or his own initials along the collar and cuffs of your shirt. If a nurse tries to give you a fresh, clean pair of scrubs during laundry day, Yandere!AsylumPatient will snatch them out of her hands and rip them down the seam. "They wear what I make for them, got it? Go find a different rag."

The institutional apathy of the medical board completely enrages him, so Yandere!AsylumPatient has effectively taken over the role of your head nurse. Yandere!AsylumPatient keeps a meticulous mental log of their physical health. If you are having a particularly high-anxiety day and refuse to eat your cafeteria food, he doesn't just tease you; he goes on a full-scale covert mission. Yandere!AsylumPatient will break into the staff kitchen, intimidate the line cooks into frying up exactly what you're craving, and bring it back to your cell on a real porcelain plate he stole from the doctors' lounge. He’ll sit on the edge of your cot, carefully blowing on a hot spoonful of soup, his eyes wide and completely serious. "Open up, little bird. You’re getting too small. I can feel your ribs when we cuddle, and it’s making me cranky."

Yandere!AsylumPatient's presence has completely altered the social hierarchy among the other patients. The dayroom used to be a predatory, stressful environment for you, filled with volatile inmates who would scream or pick fights. Now, the second you step into the room, a dead, suffocating silence falls over the entire ward. The other patients will literally press themselves against the walls or look away, completely terrified of making eye contact with you. They know that if they even step into your peripheral vision and cause your shoulders to tense up, he will interpret it as a personal threat and physically throw them across the room. He has turned a maximum-security madhouse into your private, quiet courtyard.

Yandere!AsylumPatient has a deeply unhinged reaction to your tears. On the rare occasions where your anxiety completely boils over and you break down crying from the sheer hopelessness of being trapped in an asylum, his playful, teasing demeanor completely evaporates. Yandere!AsylumPatient will freeze, his face going entirely pale and his slitted eyes darting around the room as if looking for an invisible enemy to kill. When he realizes it’s just your own mind hurting you, he will grow completely desperate. He’ll cup your face in his large, calloused hands, wiping your tears away so aggressively his thumbs almost bruise your cheeks. "Don't do that. Don't do that, sweetie, it makes my chest hurt. Tell me who I need to kill to make you stop. Do you want me to burn the building down? I'll do it right now, just stop crying."

The nightly routine has escalated because he’s gotten bored with fighting the guards. Now, Yandere!AsylumPatient treats the 3:00 AM alarm like a highly competitive sport. When the sirens start blaring and the heavy boots of the riot squad echo down the hall, he will actually laugh, pulling your blanket over both of your heads like a makeshift fort. As the guards burst into the room with their shields, he’ll pop his head out, baring his teeth in a wild grin, and start throwing whatever objects he successfully smuggled into your room that day, heavy medical books, stolen soap dispensers, or metal trays. He treats the entire violent struggle like a hilarious game of tug-of-war, keeping his legs tightly tangled with yours so that every time the guards pull his upper body, they inadvertently drag you closer to him, too.

Yandere!AsylumPatient has begun taking "inventory" of the staff, memorizing which nurses are gentle when they take your vitals and which ones are rough or impatient. If a technician handles your arm too roughly during a blood draw, leaving a small purple mark on your fragile skin, that technician will mysteriously find themselves cornered in the dark hallway during the night shift. Yandere!AsylumPatient won't kill them because he knows that would get him transferred to a permanent black-site facility away from you, but he will leave them with a terrifying, unforgettable warning. The next morning, that same technician will walk into your room, trembling, tearfully apologizing to you while keeping their eyes glued to the floor, while your boyfriend sits in the corner, happily playing with your hair and giving them a slow, sickening wink.

Yandere!Merman x Surfer!Reader

Yandere!Merman didn't start off by pulling you under. Instead, he chose a slow, agonizingly patient courtship that took months to build. At first, he was just a mysterious silhouette swimming alongside your board out past the break. You’d catch flashes of shimmering teal scales under the water, or see a pale, webbed hand casually gripping the edge of your surfboard when you weren't looking. He wanted you to get used to his presence, turning himself into a regular part of your daily surf routine.

The gap finally closed when he realized you weren't afraid of him. he started popping his head completely out of the water right next to your board, his long, dark hair plastered to his face and his slitted, bioluminescent eyes blinking up at you. You’d just sit cross-legged on your surfboard, drifting on the gentle swells, completely mesmerized as this beautiful, dangerous creature rested his chin on the nose of your board like a curious seal, clicking and purring softly whenever you spoke to them.

Yandere!Merman became completely obsessed with "providing" for you, though his understanding of human logic was incredibly warped. he noticed that you spent hours out on the water without eating, so he decided it was his job to feed you. he would disappear beneath the waves with a powerful flick of his tail, leaving you waiting on your board, only to burst through the surface a few minutes later holding a completely raw, wriggling deep-sea fish in his claws, proudly offering it to you with a wide, fanged grin.

When you laughed and shook your head, trying to explain through gestures that you couldn't eat raw, moving fish, he didn't get discouraged. he just swam closer, floating on his back right next to your board, and began meticulously cleaning the fish with his sharp claws, trying to hand-feed you the raw pieces himself. He would pout, letting out a low, disappointed click from his throat whenever you gently pushed his hand away, utterly confused as to why his favorite human was refusing his hard-earned hunting trophies.

Yandere!Merman gift-giving got a lot more creative when he started raiding sunken trade ships and coastal orchards that dipped over the cliffs. One afternoon, he swam up to your board with his webbed hands overflowing with weirdly preserved, salty pears that had fallen into a nearby cove. He pushed them onto your lap, watching with absolute, unblinking intensity as you took a bite of one. The second he saw your jaw move and realized you were actually eating his gift, his gills flared with excitement, and he let out a loud, euphoric trill that vibrated right through the fiberglass of your board.

You became entirely addicted to this secret routine. You started spending less time actually catching waves and more time just sitting out past the breaker, staring down into the clear blue water, waiting for his shadow to appear. And he loved every second of it. He loved watching you watch him. Every time he dove back down into the reef, he would purposefully swim in elegant, showy loops right beneath your board, flaunting his massive, powerful tail just to keep your eyes locked entirely on him.

Yandere!Master x LopRabbitHybrid!Reader

Yandere!Master bought you at the most exclusive, high-end underground auction in the city. The moment you were wheeled onto the stage shaking, with your long, velvety lop ears completely pinned flat against your head in terror he didn't even hesitate. He raised his paddle and outbid everyone in the room by millions, treating the astronomical price tag like pocket change. To him, you weren't a purchase; you were a rare, fragile masterpiece that he needed to rescue and hoard immediately.

The second he gets you home to his sprawling penthouse, the spoiling begins. He treats you like royalty, drowning you in a level of luxury you didn't even know existed. He buys you custom-tailored clothes made of the softest silks and cashmeres so they don't irritate your sensitive skin. He has his private chefs prepare gourmet, organic meals tailored specifically to a rabbit hybrid's diet, and he builds you a massive bedroom that is essentially a giant, plush nest filled with the highest-grade velvet pillows and blankets.

Yandere!Master loves your lop ears more than anything. He is completely obsessed with petting them, gently stroking the long, floppy velvet tips while you sit on his lap. He’ll spend hours brushing your hair and ears, his touch incredibly light and gentle, murmuring about how beautiful and perfect you are. If you lean into his touch or let out a soft, contented sigh, he gets this look of pure, euphoric adoration in his eyes, totally captivated by his "precious little bunny."

But the terrifying part is how fast his gentle, prince-like persona completely shatters the moment you misbehave. If you try to push his hand away, refuse to eat the food he bought you, or get caught trying to slip out of the penthouse doors, his warm smile instantly vanishes. His eyes go pitch black, dead, and entirely devoid of emotion. The temperature in the room feels like it drops to freezing as he grips your jaw not hard enough to bruise, but just firm enough to paralyze you.

Yandere!Master weaponizes your past to completely crush your spirit. He’ll lean down, his expensive cologne filling your senses, and whisper with a chilling, quiet venom right against your twitching ear: "You're pouting? Over a locked door? Let me remind you exactly who was bidding on you before I raised my paddle. A disgusting old oil tycoon who wanted to clip your ears, and an underground club owner who would have put you in a cage for display. If I hadn't bought you, you would be bleeding on a cold floor right now. Do you want to go back to them, sweetheart? Because I can call them right now."

The psychological whiplash is brutal. After he successfully frightens you into tears, your long, lop ears drooping all the way down around your face as you sob, his terrifying aura instantly disappears. He’ll immediately switch back to being incredibly sweet, pulling your trembling body into his chest and rocking you back and forth. He’ll kiss away your tears, stroking your back and cooing at you as if you were the one who hurt him. "There, there... shh, my sweet little bunny. I'm sorry I had to be stern. I just love you so much. As long as you're a good, obedient rabbit for me, you never have to see that dark world again."

Yandere!Master completely traps you in a gilded cage of absolute psychological dependency. You are surrounded by millions of dollars' worth of luxury, but you are a total prisoner to his whims. He makes sure you understand that your entire survival, your safety, and your high-end lifestyle exist solely because of his generosity. Every time he hand-feeds you a strawberry or drapes a diamond collar around your neck, it's a beautiful, glittering reminder: you are his pet, he owns your past and your future, and you better never cross him again.

Yandere!Master establishes a strict set of "house rules" that are entirely designed to emphasize your dependency on him. The most prominent one? You are never allowed to feed yourself. He views mealtime as the ultimate bonding ritual. He will sit you on his lap at his massive mahogany dining table, carefully cutting up fresh fruits and vegetables, and hand-feed you piece by piece. If you try to reach for the plate yourself, he’ll gently but firmly tap your knuckles, his eyes flashing dark. "Ah, ah. What did we say about rushing? Let me take care of you, bunny."

Yandere!Master is utterly obsessed with the physical traits of your hybrid nature, particularly your heightened startle reflex. Because lop rabbits have incredibly sensitive hearing despite their downturned ears, he takes a dark delight in how easily your body reacts to his presence. He’ll purposefully walk into your plush nest-room completely silently, stepping right up behind you before whispering your name. Watching your long ears instantly twitch, your shoulders jump, and your tiny heart start hammering against your ribs gives him an intense, possessive rush. He loves knowing that his voice alone can completely hijack your nervous system.

Yandere!Master treats your long, floppy ears as a literal barometer for your obedience. When you’re being a "good bunny," he rewards you by gently massaging the base of your ears a sensation that practically melts your muscles and leaves you dazed and pliant in his arms. But if you're giving him the silent treatment or looking away from him, he will gently but firmly pull on them to force your face up to meet his gaze. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you, sweetheart. Don't hide behind your ears. It makes me feel like you're trying to shut me out."

The psychological gaslighting extends to the customized tech in the penthouse. He’s had the entire place soundproofed and fitted with biometric locks that only respond to his palm print. If you ever mention feeling suffocated or wanting to just see the sky from a balcony, he’ll instantly sigh, looking deeply wounded. He’ll pull you onto his lap and wrap his arms around you like a vice. "I did this all for your safety. Do you know how many hybrid poachers operate in this city? If you walked out that door, you’d be snatched up in five minutes. I built this paradise to keep you safe from the people who see you as a paycheck. Why can’t you appreciate that?"

Yandere!Master turns grooming into a mandatory display of submission. Every evening, he sets you on a velvet stool in front of a grand mirror and uses a silver-plated brush to meticulously groom your soft fur and ears. He forces you to look at the mirror the entire time, making you watch the contrast between his expensive, sharply tailored suit and your fragile, collar-wearing frame. He’ll lean over your shoulder, pressing his cheek against your soft ear, and whisper to your reflection: "Look at how well-kept you are. Look at how clean and safe you are under my roof. You look exactly where you belong: right by my side."

If you ever push him to his absolute limit, like actually throwing an object or trying to hide from him in a closet, he won't raise his voice. Instead, he’ll calmly walk to his safe, pull out the official, stamped bill of sale from the underground auction, and lay it flat on the bed in front of you. He’ll trace his finger over the multi-million dollar figure at the bottom, his voice dropping to a smooth, terrifyingly quiet whisper. "Look at the numbers, bunny. This is exactly what your life was worth to the world. A number on a ledger. I paid it without blinking. I bought every breath you take, every piece of clothing on your back, and the very air in this room. You don't get to act out against the man who owns you."

Yandere Dragon!Hybrid x Vampire!Reader

Yandere!Dragon treats you like the crown jewel of his entire existence. Dragons are biologically driven to hoard precious, beautiful things, and the second he laid eyes on you, his instinct labeled you as his permanent property. He doesn't care about gold, gems, or ancient artifacts; your cold skin, your elegant fangs, and your immortal grace are the only treasures he cares about protecting.

Yandere!Dragon is obsessed with your cold temperature. Because his own body naturally runs incredibly hot, his blood practically boiling with draconic fire, he treats you like his personal cooling system. He loves pulling you into his lap and wrapping his massive, leather-scaled wings completely around you, effectively trapping you against his chest. He’ll sigh happily as your icy, vampire energy balances out his heat, completely ignoring the fact that you literally cannot move until he lets you go.

Yandere!Dragon handles your nocturnal lifestyle by creating the ultimate, sun-blocked sanctuary. He knows the sun is your literal kryptonite, so he took over a massive, deep cavern complex or a heavily fortified, windowless estate and turned it into a luxury "nest." He’s lined the floors with the softest furs, silks, and velvet blankets, making sure you have absolutely no reason to ever leave the dark safety of his territory.

Yandere!Dragon has a terrifyingly possessive attitude toward your feeding habits. He flat-out refuses to let you hunt or feed on random humans. Instead, he insists that you take your blood directly from him. Because dragons possess incredible vitality and hyper-accelerated healing, you can feed on him heavily without ever putting his life in danger. He gets a dark, intoxicating rush whenever your fangs pierce his scales, whispering about how your immortality is literally being sustained by his fire.

Yandere!Dragon goes into a state of pure, destructive rage if anyone else gets too close to you. If a werewolf, a human hunter, or even another vampire looks at you for too long, his draconic eyes will slit, and smoke will literally start curling from his nostrils. He doesn't just scare threats away; he obliterates them. He’ll remind you with a low, rumbling growl that he can burn down entire kingdoms if they try to take you from him.

Yandere!Dragon weaponizes your natural vampire weaknesses to keep you dependent on him. He knows you can't cross running water easily or handle bright sunlight, so he purposefully picked a territory surrounded by roaring rivers and harsh day-lit valleys. He will happily carry you across any obstacle in his dragon form, but he makes it very clear that without his wings to shield you and his strength to move you, you are completely stranded.

Yandere!Dragon views your immortality as a divine sign that you were made for each other. Dragons live for millennia, and the fact that you won't age or die of sickness means he never has to worry about losing his hoard to time. He’ll hold you tight in the dark of his nest, his heavy tail resting across your waist like a seatbelt, completely satisfied knowing that for the next thousand years, you belong entirely to him.

Yandere!Dragon is actually just the latest in a long, ridiculous line of dragons who completely lost their minds over vampires. It’s a massive running joke in his family. His grandfather married a noble vampire countess, his father married a rogue vampire assassin, and his older brother’s nest is already packed with black velvet coffin-beds. When he first brought you home, the men in his family didn't even look surprised; they just sighed, handed him the "welcome to the coven" handbook, and said, "Yep, the family curse strikes again."

Yandere!Dragon gets aggressively roasted at family gatherings because his yandere behavior is so incredibly predictable to them. While he’s sitting there glaring at the servants, wrapping his wings tightly around you, and lowkey snarling if anyone looks your way, his dad is just drinking wine and laughing. "Look at him, he’s doing the exact same brooding thing I did when I met your mother. let the poor kid breathe, son, they aren't going to evaporate."

Yandere!Dragon hates how comfortable you get around his family’s vampire in-laws. Because his brother’s and father’s wives are also vampires, your arrival basically sparked an immediate, exclusive group chat. They understand exactly what it’s like to be hoarded by hyper-possessive, fire-breathing lizards. If you ever complain about how suffocating his nest is, your new sister-in-law will just pat your hand and say, "Oh, honey, just freeze his tail when he sleeps, he’ll loosen his grip instantly."

The family dynamic makes his possessiveness ten times funnier but no less intense. When you guys visit the family estate, the architecture is already fully optimized for you. There are massive sun-blocking curtains everywhere, subterranean tunnels, and zero silver decor. Your dragon gets incredibly frustrated because he can’t use the "the outside world is too dangerous for a fragile vampire" excuse when his mom is literally outside in a giant sun-hat, casually tending to her night-blooming gardens.

Yandere!Dragon tries so hard to prove that his bond with his vampire is the most superior one in the family tree. During family dinners, he’ll loudly brag about how your fangs are sharper, or how your icy skin feels the best against his fire scales. His older brother will literally roll his eyes and start a bidding war over whose vampire partner has the higher body count from their days of human hunting. It’s just a room full of terrifying, ancient dragons aggressively flexing how much they spoil their respective bloodsuckers.

Yandere!Dragon gets highly defensive when his father tries to give him advice on "dietary maintenance." Since dragon blood is the standard food source in their household, his dad will criticize his healing speed. "You're looking a little pale, son, are you letting them feed properly? Back in my day, I could let your mother drain me twice a week and still burn down a village the next morning." It drives your partner insane because he wants his relationship with you to be private, but his entire bloodline is treating it like a team sport.

Yandere!Werewolf Ex x Vampire!Reader

Yandere!Werewolf Ex is completely obsessed with the memory of that stargazing night. Even when he was locked in the agency's highest-security cell, he would constantly relive the exact moment the wild wolf lunged at him, and the way you didn't run away. He tells you every single day how beautiful you looked covered in the wolf's blood, holding that silver knife. In his mind, your bond wasn't just romantic anymore; it was sealed in blood the second you saved his life.

Yandere!Werewolf Ex looks back at the time you spent covering up his transformation with a terrifying amount of nostalgia. He remembers how you used to lock him in the basement during full moons, how you patched up his claws when he tore his own skin, and how you lied to his family when he missed school or work. "You were my keeper before I even knew what a pack was," he’ll whisper, kissing your cold knuckles. "You gave up your normal life to protect my monster. I'm just returning the favor now."

The memory of your "death" at the agency facility is what broke his mind permanently. He describes the exact sound of the gunshots, the way your grip on his hand went limp, and how the agents dragged his screaming, thrashing body away while you lay on the linoleum floor. Because he spent years believing he was the reason you were executed, his yandere switch didn't just flip; it shattered. He treats your survival like a literal miracle, and he behaves like the universe will physically snatch you away again if he stops touching you for even a second.

Yandere!Werewolf Ex has an intense, deeply rooted hatred for the agency that captured you guys, and he uses it to fuel your isolation. If you ever ask to go near a town or look for old friends, he will completely spiral, gripping your shoulders until it hurts. "Did you forget what they did to us? They shot you down like a dog because you loved me. They put collars on me. The humans are going to find out you're a vampire, and they'll finish the job. I won't let them kill you twice."

Yandere!Werewolf Ex feels a sickening amount of jealousy toward the older vampire "father" who turned you on the verge of death. While he’s incredibly relieved you didn't die, he hates that he wasn't the one who got to save you. He loathes the fact that your immortal life was given to you by another creature's blood instead of his own. He’ll constantly try to make you choose between them, demanding that you cut ties with the coven because "he only found you when you were already broken, but I loved you when you were whole."

When he remembers how he accidentally attacked you in the woods during your reunion, he gets physically sick with guilt, but he immediately twists it into a possessive narrative. He views the fact that he stopped his lethal bite the exact second he tasted your specific blood as proof of destiny. He believes your souls are biologically tied together, meaning it doesn't matter if you're a creature of the moon and you're a creature of the night. You survived the wolf, the agency, and death itself just to get back to him.

Yandere!Werewolf Ex meticulously tracks down the specific agents who signed your execution order all those years ago, treating their hunts like romantic grand gestures. He’ll drag you along to the outskirts of their safehouses, forcing you to watch him shift into his massive, terrifying wolf form under the moonlight. "They tore us apart in that lab," he’ll growl, his eyes glowing yellow as he traps an agent against the wall. "Watch me tear them apart for you. This is for our stargazing night."

Yandere!Werewolf Ex never stopped mourning you. For years, his entire existence within the agency’s containment facility was fueled by pure, blinding rage. He thought he had watched you die because of his curse. The guilt ate him alive until he finally snapped, slaughtered his handlers, and escaped into the wild as a rogue, feral beast. By the time you find him in the woods, he’s barely human anymore, just a massive, bloodthirsty alpha who attacks anything that breathes.

The moment his jaws close around your arm, and he tastes your blood, the werewolf completely freezes. Your scent hits his brain like a freight train. He realizes you aren’t a stranger and you aren't dead. He shifts back into his human form right there in the dirt, sobbing hysterically as he clings to your knees. He’s burying his face in your stomach, dripping tears over your clothes, completely unhinged by the fact that his "dead" partner is standing right in front of him.

Yandere!Werewolf Ex notices your cold skin, your lack of a heartbeat, and the subtle glint of fangs. He realizes you're a vampire now. At first, he’s just ecstatic you’re alive, but his brain quickly twists it into something darker. "The agency killed you, but the universe gave you back to me. You're immortal now... which means we can be together forever. No more hiding. No more aging."

Yandere!Werewolf Ex immediately becomes obsessed with the older vampire who saved you. When you try to introduce him to your vampire "father" figure, the werewolf’s instincts go completely hostile. He hates that another man took care of you while he was gone. He hates that you smell like another vampire’s coven. He’ll growl at your savior, standing protectively in front of you, and flat-out demand that you leave the older vampire behind. "You don't need his protection anymore. I'm here. You belong with your pack."

Yandere!Werewolf Ex uses your shared trauma to completely isolate you. He will constantly remind you of the night you guys were captured, whispering about how "the world" tore you apart and how humans can never be trusted. He wants you to believe that his hidden cave or cabin in the deepest part of the woods is the only safe place on Earth. He’s building a new "nest" for the two of you, and he has no intention of ever letting you see civilization again.

Yandere!Werewolf Ex is incredibly touchy now, constantly scent-marking you to drown out your vampire scent. He knows that vampires and werewolves are supposed to be natural enemies, but he loves the irony of it. He’ll wrap his massive, warm body around your cold one, pinning you to his chest while he sleeps. If you try to pull away, his grip tightens instantly. "I let them take you once. I watched you bleed out. I am never, ever letting you out of my sight again."

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" x Vampire!Reader

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" didn't even want to join the guild. The only reason he picked up a silver blade and learned the verses was for you. When you guys were kids, you were inseparable, but as you grew older and the town's anti-vampire rhetoric got nasty, you completely isolated yourself in that old manor. He hated watching the townspeople treat you like a monster, so he literally became a top-tier hunter just to prove a point. His whole logic was: if I'm the town hero, they'll have to listen to me when I tell them you're harmless.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" spent years building his reputation, entirely motivated by the thought of making the town safe enough for you to come outside again. But his plan completely tanked when some idiot villager decided to break into your manor. The guy got attacked, self-defense on your part, obviously, but the guild didn't care. They saw it as a rogue vampire losing control. When the higher-ups handed him the official execution order, his heart dropped, but he took the job anyway because he knew if he didn't go, they’d send a squad that would actually hurt you.

The moment he kicks open the manor doors, his "hunter" persona instantly cracks. He finds you backed into a corner, covered in dust, looking terrified and pale. He’s supposed to draw his sword, but the second his eyes lock onto yours, his hands start shaking. he literally drops his weapon onto the floorboards. He spent years preparing to protect you from the world, and the realization that the world finally forced him to be the threat makes him physically sick.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" immediately shifts into cleanup mode. He doesn't care about the rogue villager or his oath to the guild anymore. He walks over to you, completely ignoring the fact that your fangs are bared, and just pulls you into a crushing hug. "i'm sorry, I'm so sorry it took me so long," he mutters into your hair. His armor is digging into your skin, but he won't let go. The guild thinks he’s up here executing a monster, but he’s already plotting how to fake your death.

The gaslighting starts right there in the wreckage of your ballroom. He’ll cup your face with his leather-gloved hands and look at you with this intense, wild look in his eyes. "You see what happens when you hide from me? You see what they do to you when I'm not around?" he completely twists the situation to make it seem like your isolation is what caused this, convincing you that your only mistake was trying to survive without him.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" uses his hunter status to create the ultimate cover-up. He’ll go back to the village with a vial of fake ash or a staged story about how he "disintegrated" the monster, letting the town celebrate his victory. Meanwhile, he’s already setting up a hidden room in his own house. He’s moving you out of the manor and into his basement or a hidden attic, right under the noses of the people who wanted you dead.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" lowkey loves the outcome, even if the incident stressed him out. Now, you literally can't leave his house. The entire world thinks you’re dead, which means you have absolutely no one left but him. he’ll come home from a long day of "patrolling" the woods, take off his silver-lined gear, and sit with you in the dark. "You're safe now, little bat. No one is ever going to hunt you again. I made sure of it."

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" already had a screw loose after faking your death. Still, the second someone from the village accidentally spotted you through his window, his entire "hero" facade was completely shattered. he didn't even hesitate. He tracked the villager down before they could make it back to the tavern, killed them in cold blood with his official hunter blade, and dragged the body right into your hidden room.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" drops the corpse on the floorboards like it’s a casual gift. He doesn't feel a single shred of guilt about murdering one of the people he was supposed to protect. In his mind, that villager was a loose thread that threatened your safety, and loose threads get cut. he stands there covered in blood, breathing heavily, and just looks at you. "They were going to tell the guild. I fixed it."

The thing is, he hates the idea of you feeding on anyone else. He’s a total control freak about your diet; he wants your fangs exclusively in his veins because he loves the intimacy of it, and he loves knowing his blood is the only thing keeping you alive. But right now? You guys are in survival mode, and you’re both starving.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" is actually in terrible shape because of how much blood he’s been giving you to keep you hidden. His skin is pasty, his hands are shaking from anemia, and he’s dizzy just standing up. He literally doesn't have enough blood left in his own body to keep you satisfied without passing out or dying himself. So, he swallows his jealousy and forces himself to look at the body. "Eat. I can't lose you because I'm too weak to feed you myself."

It’s super unsettling because while you’re feeding on the villager, he’s watching you with this dark, intense envy. He hates that someone else's blood is in your mouth, but he’s also mesmerized by how alive you look when you're actually full. He’ll sit right next to you on the floor, rubbing his thumb over your jaw to wipe away the stray drops, whispering about how "wasteful" those townspeople are anyway.

Yandere!"Vampire Hunter" uses this murder as the ultimate psychological trap to lock you to him forever. while you’re still dazed from the feeding rush, he’ll wrap his weak, trembling arms around you and press his forehead against yours. "We're accomplices now, little bat. You took their life, and I protected you. If they find us, they'll kill us both. You see why you can never leave this room?"

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