Hey Guys, I'm Back! I Kinda Lost Interest In MH And The Other Fandoms, I'll Finish The Last Fic Somebody

Hey guys, I'm back! I kinda lost interest in MH and the other fandoms, I'll finish the last fic somebody requested and then I'll move on to another fandom. In the meantime take my crappy drawing of yandere Shane

"Listen I know you like Sebastian, you don't gotta lie to me. But I got a little carried away drinking and I...kinda got into a fight with him buh."

He chuckles to himself seeming dazed, you writhe in discomfort trying to loosen the duck tape applied tightly to your wrist and legs; however, you say nothing out of fear you might set him off.

He seems to notice before continuing his slurred speech "If you're wondering what happened to him, I fed good ole Seb to the chickens." He hiccups then points the knife at you "Now as for what I'm gonna do with YOU, your gonna get lots quality time with me before you take a step out of this farm."

He lays the knife on the counter before walking to the fridge and grabbing some more beer cans and heading back towards the couch you lay on.

"I know, I know this is a lot to take in, which is why your gonna need something like this to relax. But that's why I'm here."

I'm writing the marble hornets feral yandere trio Skully, Brian, and Masky next 😏

Spot x Sick Reader

(Felt like making something fluffy so eat up ❤️)

Spot was admittedly appreciative when you welcomed him into your home. You knew him before the collider incident, and although it took you a while to get used to his new form you still treated him as an equal. Something he didn't realize he craved.

You never realized Spot had feelings for you, but he did. Never wanting to admit it, he doubted himself extremely. Maybe if he just took things slowly while balancing his schemes he'd have a chance to get closer to you at least.

So when you got sick with a virus he took his chance, making sure work never bothered you. He didn't mind taking care of you. In fact, he enjoyed that you were dependent on him.

He'd make sure you wouldn't have to lift a finger, after all you've done for him the least he could do was make sure you're as relaxed as possible. 

There were some attempts at cooking, he wanted to make you something to help heal your poor body. He spent a surprising amount of time making broth soup for you, making sure he didn't mess anything up due to his nerves.

He spoon-fed the first bite to you after coming into your bedroom, you hummed and thanked him. You seemed to enjoy it; a faint stretch at the corners of your lips. It took his mind off being a villain and all he could think about was your warm summer smile.

He watched you slowly drink the rest of it as you two talked. He could tell you missed talking to people, something which he had gotten used to over time.

In an effort to cheer you up, he'd try to use his portals to grab you a little gift. He'd look into the swirling void like a magician looking into his hat. Then he'd reach in and pull out a scented candle. Setting it on your bedside as you giggled in amusement.

It wasn't the first time he had stolen something to make you happy, at first you protested but he made it clear he wasn't going to stop. You quit complaining and let him get a kick out of his unique techniques of thievery.

He'd put a hand nervously on your forehead after that, saying he needed your temperature to check. Although he also just wanted to feel the warmth that he craved.

After that, he took the dishes from your room and lit the candle. Letting the scent comfort you in his absence. He'd come right back with a warm wet washcloth. 

He'd linger after putting it over your head, his posture seemed nervous before he stammered "C-can I pet your hair?"

You looked at him and nodded, closing your eyes. His long slender fingers combed through the surface of your hair. It felt oddly relaxing the way he slowly petted you; you slowly lifted your head to rub his hand like an animal craving affection.

You couldn't read his face but internally he was blushing and flustered, he never got to have a moment like this before with anybody. The rims of his portals were now slightly rosy and he quickly excused himself before his pale skin turned red from his flustered state.

He was going to take good care of you, he just… Had to get used to how indulgent you were with him. Maybe you two were truly meant to be from the start.

Y'all please send me spot x reader ideas and maybe we'll become sputrals (spot mutrals)

(preferably yandere Spot but I might branch out into other stuff.)

Pelican town, I recall moving there so fondly. It was a quaint village adorned with a saloon, a museum, and caving if you're the adventurous sort. Warm memories of catching various fish, and planting delightful seeds for my stunning array of crops. echoed throughout my mind as I went about my daily routine- watering my plants, going to the caves and mine for expensive ores, then carrying myself to the stardrop saloon to unwind with the help of some bitter alcohol. Then lastly take a stroll home and drop off what I got from the mines for my daily paycheck. I glanced at something noticeably sticking out of my mailbox; a pale white envelope decorated with a crimson wax stamp. I removed the delicate paper and held it gently between my fingers, small beams of moonlight illuminated the writing before me.

To the love of my life

I want you to know that, even though you don't realize it. You're the only thing that keeps me going, the only reason I bother getting out of bed anymore is just so I can get a glimpse of your beauty; your eyes remind me of stars that reflect your nature, you still glow in the darkest of nights. It is unfathomable how nobody else noticed your true beauty, and yet it overjoys me to see it.

Lots of love, your secret admirer.

Your cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and you carefully folded the paper in your hand. Before walking into your abode and carefully placing it in a drawer as your mind raced with who it could be. You tossed and turned that night, barely being able to close your eyes, most of your life has been void of any romance, and now you're the reason, somebody is happy. It was just…too good to be true, maybe it was a prank? Or a wrong address? Finally, it was time to go about your daily ritual again, maybe it would help take your mind off things.

You grabbed your watering can, gently raining the soil of the plants with the water it so desperately craved. Then you went to the caves with your sturdy sword, getting attacked by slimes wasn't the best thing you could've had in mind, but hey! at least you got a few diamonds and a good amount of other loot. Then you took off to the saloon drowsiness consuming you and had a delightful conversation with Shane and Gus over some beers riddled with drunken laughter. Then Shane showed you his favorite arcade game, your face hot with rage as he laughed at how bad you were at Journey Of The Prairie King. It was your favorite part of the day even if Shane made fun of you for your lack of arcade skills. Finally, it was time to return home, and yet again to your surprise, you found a note in your mailbox. You eagerly read the following with some small beads of sweat rolling down your face.

To my beloved Y/N

I saw you kept my letter, it brings me euphoria to see my love be so flustered at my efforts. Maybe I shouldn't be telling you this but, the best part of my day for the past months is hiding in the bushes and trees following you as you do your favorite activities. It's so adorable to see your proud smile as you harvest your favorite fruit, or the excitement etched on your face when you go to the caves, ready to face off monsters. But I should say, I ask you to stop drinking so late at night. I can tell how drunk you are by your staggering walk, sweetheart, what if the wrong person saw you!? It would be bad news for sure, not that I would let anything bad happen but Y/N you have to look out for yourself more.

With sincere love, your secret admirer

Your face paled as your eyes widened. They've been stalking you the entire time? You hastily scanned over your surroundings in an attempt to find your admirer, but alas you saw nobody in the suffocating darkness. You booked it inside and locked doors and windows, double-checking every nook and cranny just in case they were hiding. Yet you found nothing, you did some breathing exercises as you nestled yourself in the corner of the living room armed with a slingshot at the nearest window, yet again nobody came. 

You calmed down and decided it would be best not to go out tomorrow, and stay inside armed and protected. However you couldn't sleep due to the paranoia eating away at you, days ran past as you occasionally glanced out the window. You still didn't see anything.

Maybe they gave up or got the message you didn't like what they did? Finally, you gathered the courage to go outside in the daytime, of course still armed.

In the mailbox, there was a dreadful piece of paper waiting for you. As you cautiously walked towards it you felt your knees grow weak. Finally, your trembling hands picked up the letter

To my precious Y/N

Why must you hide from me? I thought you liked what I said, did I not love you enough? Did you think I was Shane? My intentions weren't to scare you but rather to have a moment of honesty. Maybe I shouldn't have been too quick, but I just can't help myself, I grow impatient by the day. I have to have you to myself, I can't bear the thought of you being scared or in danger by somebody else. I ask you to forgive me for this

With utmost apologies it's come to this, your secret admirer

Shivers ran down your spine, your trembling grew to your whole body; and a scream bubbled in your throat.

A callous hand covered your mouth before anybody could've heard you. Then the person pushed you to the ground, straddling you and flipping your body so you could finally see who's been stalking you. It was a tall pale man wearing a black hoodie and long raven black hair covering half of his face to match, he took out some dark grey duct tape with his free hand and bit a piece off. Pressing it firmly against your lips even though you sent him a pleading look. His tense form finally slacked a bit and his voice came out thick and raspy. 

"I'm sorry it had to come to this Y/N but you left me no other choice, you didn't give me a chance, you never called out to see who I was. You just hid from my love, and it was agonizing having to wait for you." He glared at you like he was deeply hurt. "I'm sorry, I truly am but what I'm about to do is necessary." He lifted your body and slung it over his shoulder before walking deep into the woods surrounding your house, he stepped into an abandoned cabin, which you recognized as what must be your grandpa's cabin, you glanced around seeing dust and some cobwebs were still evident

"I wish I could have introduced myself earlier, I'm Sebastian, and we'll be staying here for a while. It won't be long before they notice you're missing and not sick in bed, it won't be long but at least until I find a bus into the big city, I already got an apartment and everything!" 

He smiled sickly and sighed and that's the last you saw before fainting from adrenaline Sebastian standing over you worried.

Yandere Johnathan Ohnn x reader 

3k words

(credits to my friend Spooky aka ghosttown) 

At first… Things seemed so pleasant, and healthy.

You met Johnathan at college, it was a biology class you both required. He seemed rather charming in an awkward way. Always rather jumpy and hunched over in his own world. You couldn't help but admire him from afar at first; sometimes he'd notice and avoid eye contact as soon as his eyes met yours. 

Then your professor decided to put you in a group for a project. You exchanged numbers and ended up doing the projects together instead of as a group… They didn't want to bother with it, which was something Johnathan said he's used to by now. But he had to admit, he felt a lot more at ease working with you.

Over time you got to know more about each other, which was pleasant when you were both starting to feel burnt out from classes.

When break rolled around you ended up unwinding at his dorm, his room was covered in those science posters only dorks decorated with. It was a bit cute how passionate he was about science, he'd ramble to you while you sat and nodded. Barely understand anything he's saying. 

You didn't even realize you were starting to lean on each other for support. However, with college stress, it was clear he wanted somebody he could spend time with outside of classes. You gladly obliged, wanting the same.

There were places like the theater, the aquarium, and libraries where you two just enjoyed each other's presence. At this point, you started to suspect maybe you loved Johnathan as more than a friend.

You kept those feelings to yourself until there was a note slipped under your dorm room.

 My dearest Y/N,

I hope this letter finds you well. As a college student, I often feel awkward and uncertain in social situations, but you make me feel a sense of calm and comfort that is unlike anything else. From the moment I first saw you, I knew that you were special, and I have been drawn to you ever since.

I remember the time we spent together in Biology, and I felt like I was in a dream. Your laughter and smile light up the entire room, and I can't help but feel mesmerized by your presence. Your voice is like music to my ears, and your personality is so unique and special.

I know that I may come across as awkward and shy at times, but you bring out the best in me. I feel like I can be myself around you without fear of judgment or rejection. You make me feel accepted and loved in ways that nobody else ever has, and I am grateful for every moment that we spend together.

As a college student, life can often feel overwhelming and confusing, but you make it all seem worth it. You give me the strength and motivation to keep pushing forward, even on the toughest days. You are my source of inspiration and my reason for living.

I know that our time together may be short-lived, as college tends to be a transitional period in our lives. But I want you to know that you have made a lasting impact on me, and I will never forget the way you made me feel.

I hope that we can continue to spend time together, and maybe even build something more meaningful out of our friendship. No matter what the future holds, I want you to know that I will always cherish the memories and experiences we shared, and I will always have a special place in my heart for you.

So will you date me?

With love and affection,

~ Johnathan Ohnn

You were surprised reading it, using notes to ask seemed a little… unique but oddly fitting for him. You grabbed your phone, your heartbeat quickening. You told him about the letter and that you accepted his offer.

Ohnn, sat at his desk, messy papers laid about as he smiled at his phone, laying it on his chest as he stared at the wall. He never felt love until now, of course, he had little crushes here and there but never an actual chance at something genuine.

He started daydreaming about you, sweet little thoughts. Giving you flowers, eating lunch in the cafeteria together. Maybe you'd like it if he made you lunch? The gears in his mind began to turn, he was never good with romance. But he knew that people usually appreciated small acts of kindness; he wanted to show you his sweeter side. Something he's been longing to show somebody for years. 

His mind decided and he made your favorite and packed it in a brown paper bag. Nothing too fancy but he hoped you'd appreciate it, He stored it somewhere safe before he decided to get some rest.

He stretched while standing, yawning as he slowly crawled into bed, he took his medication. His bed was a mess of sheets and blankets, but he tried to wrap himself comfortably while his mind wandered to his potential lover. 

Tossing and turning. His eyes were heavy, his mind would soon let him sleep. Thus began a long night of his imagination,  His romantic fantasies only brought him comfort from his otherwise paranoid mind. 

The morning came and sunlight peeked through his windows, For once he felt energized. It was Saturday thankfully, he messaged you asking if you'd like to go to a science museum. And of course, you said yes.

After getting dressed you met at the location he provided you, to him you looked so beautiful. Your eyes were soft and your lips looked just as delicate, you admired the museum in front of you. 

Your eyes followed his hand as he stretched his lanky hand out for you to hold. His hand enclosed yours entirely, and he stood tall over you; Smiling as he walked into the building.

Johnathan spoke up first "I've been here before, I-I think you'll like it. All the fossils here are so fascinating."

You looked at his gaze, his expression was that of joy. A man exploring his passion. "You seem very knowledgeable on these things, it's cute y'know"

He blushed a deep crimson, twirling his hair with his other hand nervously. "T-thank you! Nobody's ever called me that before…" 

It was the truth, all his colleagues found him to be strange. His awkward mannerisms were more unsettling to them, but you found them endearing. 

You began to walk towards a large fossil, it was a brontosaurus.

You stared in awe, it was about twenty-eight feet tall, and it took up the entire room. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked up at the fossil. There was a plaque that read.

One of the most famous and complete skeletons of a brontosaurus was uncovered in the late 19th century and is now on display at the American Museum of Natural History in New York. The brontosaurus is an important and iconic species that has been represented in popular culture, including the classic children's book "The Land Before Time" and the Jurassic Park films.

You took his arm and held it against your body gently. Eyeing other fossils in the room, you guided him towards whatever caught your attention; there was a variety of fossils. Sea creatures, land creatures, impression fossils, trace fossils, and replacement fossils.

The museum was very large as you both explored the building, it was a very clean place with bright white lighting on the high ceilings. Jonathan held your hand tightly as you weaved through people, it was almost like he was afraid to lose you. 

He led you to the museum café, pulling a wooden chair for you at a lonesome round table. He took off his gray backpack, zipped it open, and took out two brown bags. He smiled warmly at you. “I thought that maybe you’d like to have something homemade… I-I made your favorite food, the café menu looked quite expensive… I hope you don’t mind.” He stammered as he blushed, he knew that you both were on a college budget. But he recognized his cooking skills, which his mom taught him since he was a kid; and he used it to his advantage– in truth, it was a passion, a nice coping for the stress of college, he enjoyed his dishes greatly and this was the first time he got to share.

You looked surprised “Oh! You didn’t have to do that Johnathan… Thank Your cheeks turned red as you looked in the bag, gently grabbing the food from within.

His eyes watched you take the first bite and your eyes widened. It tasted amazing, like a comforting meal made with delight. You could feel a rush of serotonin through your mind. 

You swallowed and smiled, “I haven’t had a homemade meal in a long time, this tastes much better than what I’m used to.” You smiled and enjoyed the lingering flavor on your tastebuds. Then you realized he was staring at you, he had a look of fondness on his face. But… there was something off about it, you just brushed it off and paid no mind to it. 

The two of you ate your food together while speaking of your passions and memories, you learned a bit about him in that time. You learned that he had a very small friend group due to his social awkwardness, he barely even spent time with his friends so he didn’t mind. 

You finished your lunches, you disposed of his trash for him. The both of you chatted as you exited the building, he radiated with elation as he spoke about his scientific passions on your way back to campus- It was simply adorable.

Now you wished you didn't fall for his intelligence.

Stepping foot into his familiar dorm, you sat on his bed and relaxed. He followed and placed himself next to you, turning on the TV in front of the bed. He grabbed your waist gently and kissed your hair.

He avoided eye contact "wou-would you like to cuddle with me?" the hand on your side rubbed you soothingly.

"I wouldn't mind~" you said back, kissing his cheek to reassure him you wanted his affection. He laid down and held your body against his, he rubbed your hair before returning his attention to the television. 

It quickly became late. You could barely move from his body intertwining with yours; he was very clingy. But maybe that's because he's still new to relationships. 

He kissed your neck as both his hands were on your stomach, he took off his glasses and for the first time, you saw how sunken his eyes were. They had dark purple circles underneath as well, like he hadn't slept in days.

He dipped his head lower so his head was snuggled against your nape. He sighed and smiled. "Pleeeeease stay the night, I'd love to cuddle with you longer…" 

You paused, leaving him tense before nodding. You felt his legs wrap around yours even more as he pulled you closer in. Peppering your neck and shoulders with kisses as a reward for your compliance.

His body felt so… warm, it was hard not to fall into a cozy sleep. And his rhythmic breathing felt so soothing, you quickly fell into his trance.

He didn't even need his medication that night, for once he was okay with being awake. Feeling you unconsciously nuzzle into him; for once he felt loved.

He wasn't going to let that feeling go.

Johnathan tilted his head, looming over you almost threateningly. "What's so special about him that makes you love him more than me…?" 

You felt so small under his gaze. He looked hurt but angry at the same time. "I told you before, he's just a friend, please let me have friends…" 

You felt pathetic begging him, but this was becoming a problem. He wouldn't let you live in peace, anytime you talked to anybody be it a boy or girl he felt threatened. And he made that known to you.

Your circle was slowly becoming smaller and smaller thanks to Johnathan constantly guilt-tripping you (and some other measures he took.)

Johnathan gripped your arm, it was tight, pleading but not tight enough to hurt.

"I'm sorry honey, I-I just want you to be safe. What if they take you from me? I don't know what I would do if I couldn't have you." 

He wiped away the tears you didn't realize fell, stroking your cheek as his gaze softened. "I feel more comfortable when you're with me, this is for your safety. You'll see." 

He kissed your temple, his grip unwavering. 

"I know you feel lonely, but you have me, you'll always have me. Isn't th- that enough? I don't need friends, but I need you."

You didn't know what to say, your mind was still spinning a cohesive response. It was hard not to panic, Johnathan was bigger than you, he may not be strong but he was definitely smarter than you. He made it clear that if you tried to leave, he'd find a way to bring you back.

He rubbed your cheek again. "Even if you're not used to having nobody, I'll make it okay, I'm doing this for us." 

It seemed like he was trying to soothe his paranoia as equally as he tried to soothe your suffering. He pulled you in a hug as you choked back sobs, remembering the distant memories of your friends. His hands crept through your hair as his breathing became more labored like he was trying to keep an anxiety attack from happening.

"You're all mine now, can you tell me you're mine?"

He spoke so gently, like he was trying to comfort you still by asking you to give into his insanity.

You looked at him, you saw through his glass lenses a look of genuine love and obsession, he genuinely thought this was what was best for you…

He was shoved away, his look twisting into one of surprise and confusion. "Johnathan, I can't do this, you can't just take my social life away from me! You need mental help…"

His posture faltered for a moment before shifting. He gave you a melancholy look, a tear dropping from his eye. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"I don't need mental help, I just need you. Please, you're the only one who ever cared for me. Don't you love me? There are horrible people out there. I'd know, I've experienced it. Is it so bad I don't want you to risk that?" 

You felt a pang of guilt, his intentions were good but he was showing it in all the wrong ways.

"I love you Johnathan but maybe we should have a break…" 

Maybe this would help him collect himself, and have him have enough time to reflect on why this was all wrong.

His face went pale and his calming smile twitched into a look of nervousness, his chest heaved even greater.

"No, no no NO! Breaks lead to breakups. I can make you happy, I can keep you safe! I'd do anything you ask-"

"Then let's have a break." 

You tried to stand straight and look stern even if your nerves showed through, he seemed to be heaving now. Like he couldn't breathe. 

He grabbed something you couldn't see off the kitchen table and stepped towards you and kicked the back of your legs, your body making an impact with the floorboards. Your head hurt, but he instantly saw his chance and straddled you. 

"I-I've been keeping you safe, what else could you want? I spent so much time protecting you, providing for you, loving you. And I'm not letting you go, I'm not letting you leave because you're too irrational to realize this is my way of love."

You couldn't move your arms, you struggled to try to free yourself. This only seemed to make him more upset as he shifted to keep you in place.

"I don't want to do this, but I'm not afraid to." 

He spoke in a tone you never heard before, he was calmly threatening you now. Taking a knife and showing you it's glint. It had… blood on it?

"I had to hurt people to make you mine, I admit it. And if you don't want anybody else getting hurt then you'll stay, right?" 

His chest was still heaving but he returned back to his calm, almost smug expression.

You nodded, you didn't know what he could mean by 'hurt' but you didn't want to risk him killing somebody out of lovesick insanity.

"I'll stay, I'll stay, I'll stay just… stop it stop it… stop" you repeat yourself, squirming absentmindedly. His smile returned again. 

"That's more like it, I wish I didn't have to show you this side of me. But if it keeps you with me I reckon it's only necessary for us. The sooner you accept my kind of love, the better."

He smiled a sickeningly sweet smile, watching your face look at him with fear. As he let your wrist go.

"Don't be afraid my love, everything will be okay." 

His grin only widened at your vulnerable position.

"You're all mine now~" 

He put the knife on the ground and chuckled with a layer of insanity present. He rubbed your arms affectionately.

At least nobody would be harmed now...