Sub Top Fucking You In His Rut And Panicking When He Knots You. Apologizing About How He Didn’t Mean

If I say “aww look at the birds” n you say “they’re just sparrows” I’m killing you. Find beauty in nature or else.

this is a pro-fat blog btw. if you're not attracted to fat people then fix it

❥︎ yandere! CEO headcanons

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ stalking, obsessiveness, lovesickness, overprotectiveness ( female yandere! oc x gn reader )

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who is at the peak of her career! She's got money, the looks, and a thriving fashion brand but no lover :(

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who hires you as her new secretary! Amazed at your amazing work ethics that never fails to disappoint her.

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who realizes that you work too hard. Jeez, she just gave you that report assignment last night and you've already finished it?! And you even managed to perfectly schedule the next two months' worth of meetings and appointments? Do you even sleep?!

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who slowly falls in love with you. You were simply so simple and cute that she can read you like a book! Not only that, it's always so cute to see you get flustered when she gets a tad bit too close to you!

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who begins to ask you to personally model for the clothes she designs. Oh, that dress? Yea, It's made to your size because I want you to try it! That suit? No matter if you wear it and I'll see if it needs anything. Oh, that lingerie? PLEASE do wear it! For research purposes of course... takes a quick picture

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who wants to keep you as her personal little model! She just simply doesn't get how everything she makes just fits you so well! You might as well keep all the clothes she makes and make sure you wear them all the time! Why wear any other brand when you practically have a personal fashion designer!

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who can't help but feel mortified at how boring your life is. Do you really just go to work and home? She has never seen you go out to do any errands! Even your wardrobe only consists of old t-shirts for inside the house and work clothes! She feels bad taking some of your clothes since you don't have many to begin with...

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who dedicates her whole life to making your life so much easier. Every month she'll make sure to always give you a hefty bonus. Any coworkers that made you sigh or are a minor inconvenience in your life? They all can say goodbye to their careers!

☞︎︎︎ yandere! CEO who just can't get enough of you even after she clocks out of work. When you two were off on a business trip, she hires a few people to put some hidden cameras everywhere around your tiny apartment. No, it's not stalking silly! She's only making sure that she can provide you with everything you'd need! If you need anything, she'll happen to give you that exact thing the next day!

☞︎︎︎ "y/n I just so happen to have a spare laptop that I don't need! Oh, your laptop broke yesterday? Wow, what a coincidence! You can use this one!"

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 2.5

About Marco In Love Me, Love Me Not! (Character info)

Yandere Bestfriend x Obstacle Reader

*Unedited

So this is kind of a quick detour or filler chapter to discuss our main yandere (Marco!).

Something I want to make clear about Love Me, Love Me Not is that the story is an AU of an already existing yandere story for Marco's side!

In Marco's original timeline, he's the COO of a successful makeup branch in korea. In Love Me Love Me Not!: Marco never went to Korea, never met the CEO (his half brother) of Beauty Point- but instead continued to pursue his career in the police force.

(Basically, he never became that rich delusional man who was impulsive, irrational, and delusional - instead a corrupt cop who was more calculative, nonchalant, and saw people as little sheeps who doted on him. Think of it to a 'I NEED THEM' to 'THEY NEED ME' personality switch.)

In this timeline, Marco met you in college after bumping into one of your friends during student orientation day. He couldn't care about what you had to say, but regardless, he feigned interest as he listened to you ramble about something he forgot about.

Leaning close to you, nodding, letting out cheerful. "Uh-huh- ohhhh, I see. Thanks! Man, same here! Y'know, that reminds me of the time-" basic NPC type of small talks.

But once he got a good look at your group, one from all had caught his interest.

Matheias, Angela, You, and Mila.

She hadn't spoke, she didn't even have to try- but she grabbed his attention. With her arms folded and a curious look on her face as she tagged along, not saying a word- it was love at first sight.

Soon enough, he found purpose with staying in that little group.

Though when she started to dwindle away from your friend group, Marco had felt obligated to stick with the rest. I mean, sure, he didn't care too much, but that didn't mean he didn't love you guys. So he made memories with you and found himself genuinely being invested with each and one of everyone's personalities.

For some reason, he noticed that you often sticked around him like a lost puppy. (Which is hilarious to me because Marco, in his og universe, was more of a golden retriever eagerly following around anyone who gave him attention, but oh how the tables turn)

He found it cute, so of course he paid more attention to you from the rest of the litter of nobodies. You could say that you were his favorite from the rest - but of course you could never take her place.

The two of you became close, the sleeping overnight - type of close.

There were some moments where you would catch him off guard, making him blush, flinch, or chuckle whenever you were yourself around him. He would never love you the way he loved her, but by god, would he go through hell to give you what you wanted. After all, he knew you would do the same.

Huh, I guess that's what best friends were for..

Though as things were going smoothly, Marco would notice how Angela became a bit annoying to him with each day. He never had a problem with her before, but the way she would swoon over Mila made him go cold.

He wasn't the type to overreact. He knew he wasn't the type to get upset so easily. It was once, he swears!

But one thing led to the next, and Angela had died to an unfortunate allergic reaction. Of course, Marco had slipped some peanuts into a snack he gave her, and no one suspected a thing. I mean, something like that must've been an unfortunate accident on her end. She ate something that had peanuts, she was alone at the park, and she didn't have her Epi-pen! It was a tragic accident.

Matheias had his suspicions that Marco had done something.. There was no evidence or reason to think this, but he had a gut feeling.

Fast forward, and you and Marco were the only remaining people in that friendgroup. After graduation, Marco and you were still on talking terms, Matheias had completely cut you off after Angela's funeral, and Mila was still talking with Marco - but not with you anymore.

More time passes, and on that very night, Marco calls you crying on the phone, begging you to meet him somewhere. Of course, worried, you rush over there only to see him smiling with a body bag over his shoulder.

Forced to comply as you knew you would be the next body bag for him to drag if you said no.

Why, though? Why specifically did he call you on that night if he knew he didn't want any witnesses?

That's something that would probably be revealed with time..Or not if he decides to end your life the very next day.

It was only once you thought. But soon enough, you found yourself complying with more of Marco's requests.

And of course, once you showed hesitance and stood your ground, Marco took that as a threat and made you into one of his own victims.

Come the present day, there were you trapped in his apartment, not knowing if he wanted you dead, or if he had other plans...

The thing that hurt the most for you was the fact that even when you knew he had feelings for someone else, you still liked him. Even now, you still have a bit of a crush on him...Talk about a painful rejection..

But that's the basis of this AU!

If you have any more questions about Marco in his 'Love Me, Love Me Not' Au, feel free to ask!

「 SCREAM FOR YOU ! 」 . . . 📁 01

scream : billy loomis, stu macher

wrd count : 2.8k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . [name] gets a call from an unknown caller who isn't so unknown after all

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . billy loomis, stu macher, & male reader

My room was practically pitch black. The only light that illuminated the space radiated from my TV screen. A stupid, cheesy slasher film was on. Although stupid, I couldn't help but be entertained from underneath the mountains of blankets that buried my body.

I was transfixed by the movie playing. Nothing mattered to me at that moment except whether the final girl who ran around her house like a headless chicken would escape the slasher's hands.

Which seemed increasingly unlikely! I mean he was right behind her, and she was clueless about his presence! I grumbled under my breath, cursing at the final girl's obliviousness as my hand raked the bottom of the popcorn bowl. All I could feel were the kernels and the smooth plastic of the bottom of the bowl.

I wanted to smash my head against the wall at the feeling. I had run out of popcorn already, and my movie wasn't even close to the climax; let alone, the finale!

I struggled to free myself from my prison of blankets. My limbs stretched out and tore each layer of blanket off one by one, yet it seemed the blankets covering my body were never-ending. It was like I was the pea from that one fairy-tale, smooshed by hundreds of mattresses.

Eventually, I was able to free myself from my cocoon of comfort. My legs felt numb as I swung them to the edge of my bed, and dug my toes into the course carpet that decorated my floor. With a wabble in my steps, I began to exit my room and stroll downstairs to the kitchen.

As I stepped into the hallway I noticed the light from my sister's open door pouring out onto the floor. What was she doing with her lights on at this time of night? With curious steps, I moved in front of her open doorframe to find Tatum perched on her vanity, applying makeup onto her face. I raised an eyebrow at the scene. Why would she possibly be putting on makeup at this time of night?

"What are you doing? It's like 1 am right now," I leaned against the frame as I crossed my arms.

Tatum turned to me with an eye roll, and half an eyelid covered in a bright blue eyeshadow, "Stu's coming over." I mouthed an 'Oh' at her words as I realized her intentions with the makeup. A sly grin stretched across my face, "Wear a condom. Don't want you getting pregnant on us at your age." She threw a hairbrush at me from her vanity as I laughed at the annoyed look she gave me, "Shut up!"

With a catch of the brush, I turned away from the bright room with a laugh and continued my way downstairs to the kitchen. As I took steps down the carpeted stairway, my thoughts trailed back to Tatum and Stu. Stu was a good friend of mine. He had been ever since he gave me a copy of 'It' on DVD in the 6th grade. He had recently started dating my sister which at first was incredibly awkward. Especially since I had been crushing on him since freshman year, but with it turning out that basically every other night I would find a shirtless Stu lingering around the house, the awkwardness slipped away. Seeing a hot guy shirtless was one thing. Seeing a hot guy shirtless in my house that I had a massive crush on something was another, and I would be damned if I didn't take advantage of the situation.

A guilty feeling sunk into my chest. What am I thinking? It's wrong for me to think of my sister's boyfriend in such a manner! What am I; a perv? I shouldn't be thinking those things about Stu even if he's one of the most beautiful men I've ever seen.

Stop it! I gave my arm a harsh pinch and hurried towards the kitchen. The faster I can finish making my popcorn the faster I can continue my movie and not think about Stu or Tatum.

I opened the pantry door diverting my gaze from shelf to shelf searching for the popcorn. The pantry was full of junk food, which I knew was the work of Dewey. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see Dewey munching on some sort of snack before he left for work. With some more digging, I eventually found my target and reached out to get it.

My movements; however, were interrupted by the sound of the phone ringing; blasting throughout the house. I quickly snatched the popcorn from its box before heading off to answer the phone in the room over. I threw the popcorn package onto the sofa as I leaned against the wall picking up the phone, "Hello, this is the Riley residence. [Name] speaking."

"Hello, [Name]."

I blinked a few times trying to process the voice. It was unlike anything I had heard before. The voice was hollow, almost sounding manufactured.

"[Name?]"

The repetition of my name brought me back from my mental space to reality. Collecting my composure, I apologized for my brief absence from the conversation, "Oh! Yes. Sorry. Who is this?"

"I don't know."

"You.. don't know?"

"I don't. Do you?"

I let out a small chuckle at the odd words leaving the unknown man's mouth, "Trust me with a voice like yours, I would've recognized you immediately. I don't know you, man. Sorry." I shrugged as I waited for the unknown voice to respond. The only thing I could hear was harsh breathing from the other side of the line.

"You do know me."

The response shocked me. What was this man getting at?

"I don't. I mean why would I lie to you about that?"

"Maybe you're naughty. Are you?"

My brows furrowed at the words as my mouth fell agape, "Naughty?"

"Are you a naughty boy, [Name]?"

My shoulders tensed up at the words. What a creep. I quickly hung up the phone, not letting the creepy man get another word out, and tried to shake off the conversation; however, it was the only thing my mind could focus on.

With a sigh, I picked up the package of popcorn that rested on the couch. I fiddled with the package nervously. Fiddling had always been a nervous habit of mine, and the creep on the phone had made it reemerge. I tried my best to focus on preparing my meal for the movie that awaited me upstairs and not the ominous ringing from earlier taunting my tense mind.

"[NAME]! I swear to god if you don't answer the phone I will come down there and claw you!"

The deafening sound of Tatum's screech from upstairs awoke me from the spaced-out state I had been in. My mind was so clouded by the creepy interaction I had failed to realize that the phone was actually ringing, and was not just a figment of my imagination.

I walked my way back to the phone leaving my popcorn alone. I took in a deep inhale of air to try and relieve my nerves. A phone call shouldn't have been freaking me out this much. Besides PTSD from a 2-minute at maximum phone call? That was pathetic!

I began to idly fiddle with my hands before picking up the phone. An uneasy feeling began to sink into my chest as I debated even suggesting a conversation with the unknown person on the other line.

"Hello, this is the Riley residence. [Name] speaking." My voice shook at the otherwise normal sentence. I prayed for the caller to be a random scam caller or even a stupid, 12-year-old boy calling to yell, "Your mom!" in my ear, but my anxiety remained prolonged as no one responded.

My nerves were higher than I would have liked. I felt pathetic and weak letting this phone call take such hold over me. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding as I let out a "Hello?" to the silent line. My voice was quieter than I would have liked.

"I love when you play hard to get. It gets me riled up. Do it again."

It was the same voice from before, and it felt as if my blood had run cold. My breathing got shallow and I could feel my facial muscles tense up.

"I-I don't know what you mean."

"Insult me. Deny me. C'mon, you know I love a good game of cat and mouse." The voice let out a cruel laugh, and it felt as if a frog was stuck in my throat.

It was silent from my end, but the other end of the line consisted of heavy breathing. I tried to calm my nerves, It's best to stay calm in these situations, right?

The voice broke out again, "Talk to me, baby! Why'd you get quiet on me?"

I couldn't believe this conversation was happening. Why was this creep calling me? Why was he so adamant about talking to me? What was his motive?

Just hang up the phone, [Name].  Don't give this weirdo what he wants. Just hang up. Besides your popcorn is about finished. Hang up.

I felt my muscles relax at the words. I couldn't let myself get so riled up over a stupid phone call. With newfound courage, I hung up the phone. The sound of my popcorn finishing rang out from the kitchen, and I left the tormenting atmosphere of the living room. At that moment it felt like the kitchen was heaven. With the smell of buttery popcorn and the absence of a phone, it was perfect.

I wanted to dance with glee. With the popcorn finally done I could continue my movie! Skipping over the stairsteps while tripping over my own feet I rushed towards my door at the end of the hallway joyously.

"Yo, [Name]!"

My movements were brought to a stop at Stu's voice ringing out to me from Tatum's bedroom. I stopped in front of her doorway to find him sprawled out on her bed. My eyes shamelessly checked Stu's lounging body out, and my eyes hooked onto the sliver of his stomach. Was that a happy trail? I wanted to strangle Stu then and there. Why did he have to be so tempting?

"Earth to [Name]! Are you there?"

His voice was drawled out in the over-dramatic way he does everything in. I smiled at him admiringly. Stu was a person you could get drunk off of just by his presence. Even if it's just for a second.

"Oh. My bad. Just a little spaced out today, sorry."

Stu sent me the fakest, most exaggerated 'scared' expression ever, "Did the" He paused looking around as if he was searching for someone to be hiding in the corner before whispering, "aliens eat your brain?"

I laughed at his antics before joining in, flailing my arms like a damsel in distress, "Oh yes, it was a terrible sight! They sucked my brains straight out through my nostrils!"

The two of us burst out laughing. Being around Stu was always bound to be a laugh fest. It was one of the reasons I liked him. Probably one of the reasons Tatum likes him too. . .  The topic of Tatum made me realize she wasn't in the room anymore. Where was she?

I moved into the room. "Okay, for real, where's Tate?"

Stu flopped around on the bed, "Doing some girly stuff in the bathroom." He paused before patting the spot next to him on the bed. "C'mon over here. Let's have some private guy time before Bridezilla comes back."

I laughed as I crossed the room to Tatum's bed. Taking a seat next to Stu, I played with my hands for the umpteenth time that night. It was a nervous habit, and being so close to Stu was definitely making me nervous. Which was totally stupid! He's been my friend for years. A stupid crush shouldn't get in the way of our friendship. But my mind still flew into a jumble being so close to him. What do I say?  What do I do? What do I think? My thoughts trailed back to the phone call. God! No! Don't think about that!

As I poked around in my brain for what to say I could feel Stu's gaze on me. His eyes felt like they were shooting lasers into my skull. Stu always held an intense gaze. Almost possessive in a way. Which made sense. If Stu saw something he wanted, he got it, and if he got it he wouldn't share it. Except with Billy.

Billy. Billy Loomis. My sister's best friend's boyfriend who also happened to be best friends with my sister's boyfriend. What a title. Billy was someone-

"You gonna talk or just ignore me?" Stu interrupted my thought process. I gave him a blank stare before shaking off my empty-headedness. "Sorry. Just a little tired. You know it's pretty late, and I haven't been sleeping much as I should. Like maybe 4 hours a day? You know, doctors say to get 8 hours of rest, and I obviously don't so my brain is like ahhh 24/7."

Stu smiled at me, "What's keeping you up at night, baby? Heebie Geebies?"

"Oh, I wish," I chuckled. Stu raised his eyebrows as I gave him a sly look, "I do think I know what is keeping me up; however, you won't believe me."

Stu just stared at me with that mischievous look he almost always held, "I bet a signed copy of The Thing by John Carpenter I can guess it."

"Really!?"

"No. Why would I ever give up that? It's priceless."

I hit Stu lightly on the shoulder, "You had me going for a second, man. Can't believe you would play with my feelings like that. I'm heartbroken."

Directing a mock sad face to Stu I fell back onto the bed next to him, "Okay. 3 guesses. Go!"

"A masked man is watching you from your window."

"No, but would make my life more interesting if it did happen."

He snapped his finger at me, "A demonic murderer is haunting your dreams!"

I laughed out loud, "A Nightmare on Elm Street reference; seriously? "

Stu just gave me this charming smile at my words, and I couldn't help but smile back, "Last chance, go!"

Stu let out a hum as he pretended to think hard, "Okay, I 100% have it this time. My rakishly good looks haunt your dreams at night!

I let out a fake gasp of shock, "I can't believe you got it right! Are you psychic?"

He stuck out his tongue at me and I laughed again. My mind was finally free from the torment of the phone call, and I never wanted to leave Stu's presence. He felt like the only thing that could get my mind off of the unknown caller.

Our time spent together was interrupted by Tatum coughing obnoxiously at her door with her arms crossed. She had a full face of makeup and changed clothes that hugged her tight, and I instantly felt the urge to leave seeing her so dressed up. An underlying feeling of wanting to stay with Stu urged me to not want to leave, but the awkwardness in the air was suffocating.

"I'll go," I raised my hands in surrender and began to exit the room as Tatum stalked towards Stu like a lion ready to pounce a zebra.

I gave Stu a wink as I yelled out a quick, "Don't be too loud, lovebirds!" before quickly closing the door to scurry away from the couple into the safety of my bedroom. The paused screen of the final girl being chased down by the masked killer made me get a queasy feeling in my stomach, bringing me back to the memory of the odd phone call, and I couldn't stand to finish the movie any longer.

Turning off my TV and setting the popcorn on my nightstand, I went to the radio, turned it on, and felt the soothing tunes start to pleasure my eardrums. Praying it was enough to not only block off Tatum and Stu's noises from the other room, but as well as my troublesome thoughts I began to fall into the comfort of my bed.

No thoughts were bouncing around in my head except for ones of sleep and enjoyment of the music playing. There were no thoughts of Stu, or Tatum, or the creepy caller lingering in my mind, and I wished to keep it that way.

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your honor he did kill those people but his boobs were bouncing when he did it

One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.

"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."

And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.

"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."

And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.

"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."

And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.

"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."

"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."

"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."

And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.

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