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I saw your post of BP Yandere boys and I love it so much, there's a chance to have another part where MC almost achieves scaping but they get caught last minute pretty please🥺 👉👈

Love your writing, have a nice day/night/afternoon <3

I'm pretty new to writing yandere-based stuff so it took me a while. I apologize if some of the characters are a little OOC, but also I kind of have to so I can make them yandere's.

Tw: yandere (manipulation, controlling, toxic relationship, kidnapping), slight blood/reader harmed (not directly by the characters), and Stockholm syndrome.

Hope you enjoy! If you do please check out my other writing!!

It wasn't your first attempt to escape, you tried to escape over and over. Failing every time, you'd tried gaining his trust, you tried telling the server you tried telling the neighbors, nothing worked. You were running out of plans, you'd spent hours thinking by the window, crying for anyone to help you. That's when it hit you, you looked out the window, the apartment building across from you had a fire escape ladder. You realized this apartment must have one too. You'd only remember this window, as you've been confined to one room for so long, but you know there's a chance. You felt a little stupid for only coming up with this plan now, but at least you had another shot.

You were impatient, as soon as you got a sharp object you started to cut yourself free of the rope. You didn't cut it all the way, knowing that night owl would notice the loose rope, but as soon as he left for work you made the last cut. You tried to stand up, falling down quickly, it's been weeks since you stood up, let alone walk, but you had to try. You spotted crutches in the closets, using the wall to get to them.

With the help of the clutches, you started to search the apartment, and with luck, the first window had the fire escape. You shattered the window, too impatient to unlock it. You try to get through the window with the crutches, after a few minutes you're on the landing. You look down at the latter. You quickly realize it would be difficult to get down with the state of your legs. You shake your head, you can't give up, maybe you have enough arm strength to essentially crawl down the ladder. You think of how that would work but before you can even move to the ladder you hear the window slide open.

“What- What are you doing cutie?! You're going to get hurt!”

There he is, your capturer. He crawls out the window as you whine, he guides you inside. You cry that you don't want to go back, that you hate his room. But instead, he takes you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet, taking the crutches, seething them far enough that you can't reach them. He starts to clean up the cuts on your skin, he rubs soothing lotion on the rope marks. He cares for you.

“You - you could have gotten seriously hurt? You did get hurt! And the crutches? Can you not walk?”

Something about how he talks, how he touches you so delicately, it feels domestic, nice. So you tell him.

“I- I've been sitting for so- so long I couldn't walk.”

“What !? Of course, I feel - I'm sorry I didn't think about that, I’ll let you walk around more, only around me but I don't want to cause nerve damage or anything. And I'll loosen up on the rope, I can't stand how bad it looks, it must hurt. Why didn't you say something?”

He looks into your eyes, you can see how bad he feels in them. You feel guilt wash over you.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It's okay cutie, I'll be better now.”

Weeks later and you're still trapped in his room, but now you get rope breaks, and he walks you around the room almost every day so, it's not as bad, you're actually quite grateful.

It took you a long time to get this far into your escape plan. It wasn't your first attempt, far from it, when Quest first locked you up you constantly tried to escape but every time he caught you he became more reserved, more intimidating. After a month of failed attempts, you decided to try a different way of escaping, gaining his trust,

First, you had to undo everything you just did, as you constantly tried to escape Quest to use more force and less trust. After months he finally let you out of the handcuffs, he allowed you to move around the apartment but the doors were still heavenly locked from the outside whenever he was gone. Except, for now, he just bought some groceries, bringing them all up in one trip, something he did to ensure you couldn't escape. Though this time he forgot his phone in his car, rushing to get it he forgot to lock the door. You knew this was your moment but you hesitated, you almost wanted to stay, gaining his trust left you with an unexpected problem, you had fallen for him.

He was so kind, he would come home, make you dinner, eat with you, draw you a bath, read you to sleep, hold you, he was your boyfriend. You shake your head, by now he already had his keys, your time was limited, you had to move. You grabbed what you thought would be useful then bolted out the door. You looked right, then left, it had been months since you arrived and you couldn't remember which way the elevator was. You freeze trying to recall, failing you take your guess, running left. You get to the turn, and there it is the elevator. You relax and almost start crying, you are almost free. You weren't sure if you were more happy or sad.

You were broken from your thoughts as the elevator dinged, telling it brought someone to this floor. You froze, it could be Quest. You watched as the door opened, you saw his arm, but that's all you needed to see to know it was him. You don't know why you didn't run the other way, but you didn't. You stay still as Quest's eyes meet yours, you see as he realizes what's happening, the surprise turns to confusion then to anger, then sadness, then fear. He was afraid, it's clear in his eyes, his hands, the way he shakes as he takes a hesitant step forward.

“A-Angel? What- What are you doing?”

“I- I’m escaping?”

Your answer comes out a question, you're unsure yourself. Is this what you're doing, is this what you want?

“I-I kn-”

Quest stops talking as he takes more steps to you, close enough that if he wanted he could reach out and touch you, but you don't move.

“Can we go back and talk there?”

“Okay.”

You allow Quest to guide you back to his apartment, and then to his couch.

“I know what I did is wrong. I know that you think I'm crazy. And I know you want to leave, and - and I understand that. Maybe we can work something out?”

You stay quiet considering Quests offer.

“I want, I want to try and salvage our relationship.- I know you probably don't but- I - please. It is so hard for me to be without you. I promise I’ll stop being like this, ill let you go out, I won't control you, just please stay.:

You look into quest eyes, there was so much admiration behind them, so much love, your mouth moved before you could fully think through what you'd be agreeing to.

“Ok.”

Quest moved to hold your hands, you always loved how warm he was. So you were surprised to feel the familiar feeling of the cold metal handcuffs you hadn't worn in 2 months. Your brain quickly catches up to what is happing. You sob, almost screaming at Quest.

“Liar! You promised!”

“I'm sorry angel. I can't- you're all I have- I can't let you go- I can't let the world hurt you, I can't let them take you away from me, like everyone else. I just- I can't.

You still as you watch Quest start to shed his own tears, your heart breaks for him and you. Who it breaks for more is something you'll never know.

It had been months since you left the server. Months since you ghosted all your friends, months since you stopped talking to people unless necessary. Months since you meet Toasty, your boyfriend, your only true friend. You didn't go out much but Toasty had given you the go-ahead to get something from the nearby café, they even sent you money to pay for it. You were pretty excited, you had not been able to go out for fun in almost 2 months, you were almost skipping to the place. You ordered you and pulled out the card Toasty set up for you, as the employer stopped you.

“No need, the man over there paid for it.”

You looked over to where the barista pointed, there stood a familiar face. It took a while for you to realize who it was but when you did your heart started to race and your face turned sour. You said thank you to the barista before quickly stomping over to quest. Your voice trembled as you tried to stand up for yourself, it's been a while since you did anything like this.

“W-what do you w-want?”

Quest signed, it looked like he knew he did something wrong.

“I know, I know. Toasty explained to us that we made you uncomfortable and that you never wanted to see us again, but what are the chances we'd end up here together. I thought maybe we could talk, I could apologize for whatever I did to make you - hate me?”

The ending was a question like he didn't know if you did hate him.

“Hate you? I only hate you and everyone else because you ignored me, you acted like I wasn’t there.”

Your voice raised a tad but the loud coffee house made it easy for people to not catch on. Quest paused as he looked at you, his eyes softened with worry.

“What are you talking about? I don't remember doing that.”

“You don't, then-then- what's this?”

Frantically you pull out your phone searching for the screenshots. Quest looks over the screenshots, then at you. His brain runs wild as he realizes what's going on, he doesn't want to believe it, Toast isn't like that, their best friend. But then you get a message from Toasty, and before you realize it and pull it away, Quest is able to read the first one.

"What's taking so long?"

The message seems innocent, but Quest can't help but feel like something is wrong, trusting his gut he takes your phone. He watches as toasty floods your messages. He notices how toasty is the only number in your contacts. He reads Toasty’s messages/

“Why didn't you use my card?”

“Are you with someone?”

“Did someone pay for your order?”

“Are they flirting with you?”

“Ignore them.”

“Hello?”

“Don't trust anyone.”

The newest messages were enough for Quest to know his gut was right but he read past ones to truly see how bad this was. He read the texts where Toasty permitted you to leave your house for the cafe, permission to leave for work, permission to use social media.

“Quest- wait- please -I”

Quest hands you your phone back as he pulls you to a table, getting his phone out. It takes a while but eventually Quest pulls up the same messages from the server, the only difference is your messages are gone. He starts to explain what he thinks is happening and how he wants to help. He shows you the messages Toasty sent him, that you left because Quest made you so uncomfortable you had to leave.

“I don't- I don't understand- why would he, their not like that, their kind and sweet and- your lying tha-”

“I'm not, I can't think of any other reason he would do this, but no matter his reasoning it doesn't make the way he's treating you okay. Please let me help.”

You think it all starts to make sense.

“O-”

You're interrupted by your phone ringing, on instinct you pick it up, you see Quest freeze knowing that Toasty is on the other side and that they might be able to persuade you back to his side, away from safety.

“Hel-”

“Are you with Quest?”

He wouldn't even let you say hello. You're hesitant to say yes, but you realize he's testing you, wanting to see if you'll lie.

“Yes.”

“Are - what is he saying?”

“He just- he paid for my dri-”

“What did he tell you?”

You look at Quest, who signals you to hang up, but you don't. You hold eye contact with Quest as you tell Toasty everything. Tears in your eyes as you fully realize how much control Toasty has over you.

“I- I don't want to say this but- you can't believe him- he- “

Toasty stumbles, your interest intrigued. Quest watches as you look at him differently.

“He what?”

When the word leaves your lips Quest knows exactly what Toasty is going to say, and how it will change everything but he hopes that there's a chance you'll ignore it and hang up, and let him help you.

“He was in a gang, he has a criminal record, he was arrested for arm robbery, he’s not safe. Don't trust him.”

Toasty's voice is unwavering, letting you know it is true. Your eyes widen in fear as you examine Quest. He drops eye contact, not being able to stand the look of fear on your face.

“He has- he hasn't changed, he’ll h-hurt you.”

Toasty adds, he stumbles over the words as he lies but you believe it anyway, getting up from your seat, and trying to rush out the café, stopped by Quest grabbing your wrist.

“Don't touch me you- you gangster- you criminal!!”

You scream causing Quest to drop your wrist, everyone's attention is on Quest as you run away. He stands there for a minute before his name is called, his drink finally ready, Quest grabs his drink and leaves.

A month later you're in Toasty's apartment, living with them. In the back of your head, you know it's wrong but you are never able to fully accept the truth, never able to escape.

Last night you overheard Xyx on the phone with a client. He had a meeting tomorrow, a long important one, one he couldn't leave in the middle of. When you lay in bed, Xyx holding you, you thought, was this your chance, you could actually escape, go home. You didn't sleep, you stayed up thinking about a plan, but with Xyx breathing down your neck you struggled to think clearly. So by the time he left the only plan you had was to leave and find the police. You waited long enough so you were sure Xyx meeting had started. And then you got to work, the whole house was bugged, Xyx would get a notification about anything you did, even opening the fridge. You knew this, you also knew you didn't have time to deactivate it so you decided the best course of action was to break a window and run, even if he got an alert he was in a meeting, he couldn't leave, giving you time to run.

You do just that, shattering the large living room window and running, you didn't know where anything was, you followed cars with groups of people, you figured a group of people was probably going out, somewhere with people. You got to a populated area and upon asked someone brought you to the police office, you were frantic and bloody from the glass, of course, they'd help.

As soon as you got in you approached the secretary-like desk. You said your name and your situation, you spoke fast and stumbled over words, everyone's attention was on you.

“Can you repeat your name for me?”

You do, as they say, shaking as you hear a motorcycle, you look out the window, seeing a person with long hair spreading off, you let out a sigh of relief. You hear typing as you turn back to the officer, you watch as she reads the screen, her face changing as she reads, concern and understanding on her face. Then she repeats your first name, but instead of your last name coming from her lips, Xyx’s last name comes out.

“No- that's- that's not my name!”

You yell at the lady, another officer comes up to the desk, quickly reading the computer before moving over to you, defensively, they see you as dangerous. The seated officer speaks again, starting with your name, the fake one, you figure this is your file even if it's labeled wrong. You zone back in as the officer reads from the screen.

“...They often have extreme hallucinations, these hallucinations revolve around being a victim of a kidnapping, or being controlled, and tortured.”

You ignore every other noise as the officer says more.

“Then there's a list of times this has caused public disruption and harm to civilians. It also says that your husband is your main caretaker, other than your doctor. A court order that you are only allowed out in public if assisted by your husband or a trained professional. Is your husb-”

“HE’S NOT MY HUSBAND!”

You scream at the women, you watch as the two officers make eye contact, the women make a slight nod, then the other officer moves towards you. You shake your head, ready to scream as the officer tries to grab you, but before you can say anything you hear him.

“Don't touch them! They're fine. Love I’m here, breath.”

Then you feel him, his hands holding yours as he looks into his eyes, he looks like he cares. You continue to shake. His gaze shifts from a caring husband to the man you know him for, he dares you, telling you to see what happens if you don't play along. You nod your head signaling that you'll be good.

“I'm so sorry officers, I knew it was getting worse, but the doctors were unavailable and I had work, I know I should have stayed with them, bu-”

“We understand sir, you still have a duty to uphold.”

“I'm glad you understand, thanks for calling me. I was looking for them as soon as I realized they left. I'm so glad they're not majorly injured. Thank you so much, well be on our way now, but truly thank you.”

Your mind raced, when did they call him? Why? Why was your name his? Why was your file filled with lies? Would anyone ever believe you? Would you ever escape? You wanted to know the answers. So when you got to Xyx’s home you were ready to ask him, but with one look you had the answer you needed. You would never escape, you were his living doll. He recreated you, the way you look, the way you live, the way people see you. He controlled everything about you.

ngl really proud how this turned out HEHEF

half coloured sketch page + new Hypnos design because he wasn't tired and traumatised-looking enough

The super sonic looking mf (/aff) belongs to @a-paper-fan15

Security breach OC

so this guy has been made for a very long time. I’ve,,,,written fanfiction about him. There’s no fucking way to actually redo the timeline in a logical way because the REGULAR TIMELINE IS ALSO NOT LOGICAL😭. So meet my boy.

Hector Rosemerry. He’s a mechanic at the pizzaplex (parts and services). He’s in his late 20s. He was one of the bullies that helped and witnessed the bite that killed Evan Afton. He also worked on the testing for “Help wanted”. Saw something awful, and got transferred to check on the lowers of the pizzaplex, then eventually working in parts and services. He’s also in a band.

This is before ruin obviously, because I have still not recovered from the endings.

Naruto x Demon Slayer au: Sand Siblings