Yiyi

(Yandere Ticci toby x obsessed reader oneshot)

𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: Someone you believed was once fictional is now standing in front of you. Now you're trapped with him forever. You don't mind though.

1k words

Warnings: blood, abuse, mentions of death, very very slightly suggestive part if you squint.

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Blood slowly drips down your head. The warmth confuses you. When were you bleeding? Just last night you remember walking through an alley way... And being stabbed?

Your eyes shoot open, looking down at your body. There's no stab wounds. Thank God... But how? You felt everything. It just doesn't make any sense. You attempt to pull your arms down to Pat your torso but feel a strong resistance. You look up to see chains wrapped around your wrists.

"What the fuck is going on... " you feel your breath begin to quicken. You finally take in your surroundings. Youre in a small dark dungeon. You can tell youre underground by the window to your right at grass level. You wobble to your feet and inspect the chains. Trying to see if theres any weak points where you can break it even a little bit.

Absolutely fucking nothing. Frustration and fear begin to cloud your better judgement and you yank on the chains aggressively. The sharp flakes of rust cut into your hands, blood dripping down onto the floor. Screeching of the large metal doors behind you fill your ears.

"W-what the fuck are you doing (y/n)! Have you n-not l-learned already!" You slowly shift around and side eye him.

"... What the fuck why did you kidnap me in cosplay?" You point at him and look at him like he's stupid.

He grips onto what you assume is a makeshift hatchet and begins breathing heavily. Cracking coming from his neck as he jerks his head aggressively. He stomps towards you, grabbing you by your neck and slams you against the wall. He rips off his mask.

"D-does this look l-like a cosplay to you!" He grips your hand forcing you to dig your hands into the gash on his cheek. You can feel his teeth and the way the skin shifts so naturally under your fingers. This has to be a dream. Another one of those stupid dreams you'd have as a teen when your obsession over ticci toby was taking over full force. Ya...

That has to be it... But God it feels so fucking real it's starting to freak you out...

"Ok we've established this isn't a cosplay... Can you tell me why im chained up though?" You decide to indulge in this "dream" your brain is giving you.

"Stop fucking acting like y-you don't know! Do you want what happened last time t-to happen again? I don't mind p-punishing you again baby." His thumb moves up and down the side of your neck as his hand moves lower to your waist.

"Wowww there buddy you're funny. No thank you I DON'T feel like a wet dream right now." You emphasize the 'dont' aggressively and move his hand on your waist away. His furrows his brows in frustration.

"What the f-fuck is your problem (y/n)! You tried to escape yesterday and now you're acting like such a brat!" He squeezes his hand around your throat. Cutting off your air flow. This feels way too real to be a dream. You can't breathe. It hurts. You claw at him arms, attempting to force him to let you go.

"Why can't yo-you just love me the w-way I love you! It's not f-fair I do all this for you just for you to tr-try to escape at every turn!" He squeezes your throat harder. Like he's trying to kill you. This isn't a dream. You finally realize if you don't stop him you'll die for real this time.

You mouth apology after apology, tears spilling down your face before he finally let's you go. You drop to your knees. It feels like you're coughing up a lung. You continue whispering apologies as you breathe in deeply, over and over again. Your eyes slowly shift up to stare at him.

You trace over every detail of his form. The bloodied sweater and jeans he's wearing. The mask hanging from his finger. To the bloodied hatchet thrown to the right. Everything looks so real... He's truly real now. All those nights. All those years wishing he'd just magically show up, take you away from everything and everyone you hated. It's finally come true.

A smile drags across your face as you stare at him. He loves you, just like you love him. You know you're crazy for feeling this way. You can't help it though, your teen years were full of everything about him. He helped you escaped the twisted reality you came from.

Now he's truly taken you away from it. He kneels down in front of you and grabs your chin.

"Whats with that face?" He grumbles in annoyance. You stay silent and continue staring at him. You move your hand to make him cup your face, rubbing your cheek into his palm and sniffing his hand. He smells so good to you. He gives you a confused expression.

"W-what are you do-doing?" You ignore his question once more, instead pulling his arm and forcing him forward to fall into your arms. You hold him tight, burying your face into his neck.

"I don't know whats going on. But if th-this is an act. I'll kill you." He wraps his arms around your waist. Squeezing you tight.

"You know I can't act Toby. I love you." He breathes your scent in deeply. Even if this is an act. Hell accept it for now. It's better than never feeling your love.

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【 PROLOGUE 】 ➤ Spider's merch?

Getting the wrong number happens to everyone; friends can make a mistake and give you someone else's number, unfortunately, it happened to you too─except that it's not everyday that people accidentally get spiderman's number. Will you be his friends or will you be hated by the scara himself?

Dating a battle maniac wasn't easy, especially when he couldn't even do his own laundry.

Lohen x FEM!Reader

Dividers by: @/cursed-carmine and @/chateaubarnes

You knew what you signed up for when starting a relationship with the vice-captain.

He was always busy—more busy about fighting hilichurls than running errands for the GrandMaster, but he was still invested.

You just didn't expect him to be so busy that he couldn't do his own laundry.