OKAY THE WAY MIGUEL WAS HOLDING HER AT THE BEGINNING MAKES ME THINK HE CAUGHT HER FROM FALLING SOMEHWERE

OKAY THE WAY MIGUEL WAS HOLDING HER AT THE BEGINNING MAKES ME THINK HE CAUGHT HER FROM FALLING SOMEHWERE WITHOUT EVEN LOOKING I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH HES SO GENTLE WITH THE BABY …. SOMEONE GET HIM HIS ANTI DEPRESSANTS NOWWW!!!!!

Do you have any yandere blogs to recommend?

Oho, you just gave me an excuse to fangirl >:) I took my time with this ehe

note : you might already know some of these blogs if you've been in the yandere genshin community for some time but here we go! please read their dni/byf/rules before you decide to follow or interact with them, too

@ddarker-dreams [yandere multi-fandom]

If it wasn't for Miss Lock's writings I probably would still misunderstand the yandere genre lol, she just makes it AN ART. You can tell how much effort she puts into her work, too! She makes me want to both be an obedient housewife towards the characters and to strangle them ;—; Her Deep Sea is such a masterpiece—I've literally never seen THIS much cultural accuracy in any fanfic and it inspired me to do my own research, too!

@yandere-romanticaa [yandere multi-fandom]

Her works always make me end up hanging by the brainrot cliff for days and even WEEKS lmao and I respect her so so so much for helping smaller blogs <333

@bye-bye-sunbird [yandere genshin impact]

The legend, the pioneer of The Capitano Agenda™️!! I personally really love her Spoil of War series—somehow, she makes me think twice about characters I wouldn't have otherwise given much thought towards. (*cough* osial *cough*)

@glimmeringtwilight [yandere genshin impact]

There's just— I just can't explain it but their writing is just so beautiful??? They can take some of the simplest stuff and execute in such a demure manner o.o

@shumidehiro [yandere multi-fandom]

I'm a big fan of her Yan!Pantalone works, the way she writes him is so charming<3

@chococolte [yandere genshin impact, sagau]

Her Yan!Al haitham works are something else honestly, easily intensifies my alhaitham brainrot. (help me)

@jessamine-rose [yandere multi-fandom]

Her writing style is so...magical. It's like complexity through simplicity. Those dark fairytale vibessss!

@yestrday [yandere multi-fandom]

Their genshin aus are just *chefs kiss* and also Lumine lover??>>>

@amarias-yandere-genshin [yandere genshin impact]

They've been offline for some time now, I believe but I still recommend checking them out! They've got some really good content

@moyazaika [yandere original]

They create some of the most jaw-dropping heart-stealing yandere ocs I'm telling you! My heart is still with their yandere!king oc >:(

@teabutmakeitazure [yandere genshin impact, yandere hxh]

The ultimate hub of Yandere!Childe and Yandere!Pantalone !! She comes up with the most creative and delicious brainrots that keep me up at night <3

@wishluc [yandere multi-fandom]

I find the reflection of ‘brevity is the soul of wit’ in their writing — how they express so much in such short drabbles is beyond me. Her Yandere!Lilia works are my favorite :>

@throwaway-yandere [yandere multi-fandom]

Reading Ansy-Tea's works are like watching a cool science experiment unfold I'm not joking. They take yandere to a whole new level !!

There are many other talented blogs out there, of course. These are just the ones I'm most familiar with :>

ghost and overconfident rookie tidbits for you

the other recruits are chattering about ghost like hes the stuff of legend in the mess hall. its not easy to ignore them given how loud they are. he doesn’t like the attention, he tells himself, he’s unconcerned with what these random fngs think of him until rookie pipes up; “can you shut the fuck up? he’s just some guy.” just some guy? what the fuck? he cant tell if he’s offended or not.

rookie is spiteful and headstrong and just as stubborn as him, and it pisses him off to no end. no matter how many times he punishes them with extra laps or pushups they take it without a word because they would rather die than look like they give a shit. “ten laps, corporal. go.” “fine.” “…fifteen, then.” “fine.” it escalates to a public pissing contest until price has to tell him to lay off. (think of the icarly “youre grounded for till college” bit).

rookie nitpicking him but in a way that can’t outright be called insubordination lest ghost be reprimanded for “hawking on them a bit too much” as per price. “why do you wear sunglasses inside? sir.” “has anyone ever said anything disparaging about the fact you constantly wear all black despite the heat? sir.” “no one else would be able to pull off skulking around the base constantly like a criminal, LT. admirable stealth skills. your years of experience are evident.” and the one that makes his blood boil, “do you know what being emo is?”

ghost continuing to needle them, desperate for a reaction. it never seems to work. “feel like putting on some fucking clothes corporal? it’s a gym, not a strip show.” “with all due respect you have bigger tits than me. sir. i’m sure if you asked for a compression top they could provide you with one.” (cue the ‘they’re pecs not tits’ argument.)

rookie makes a concerted effort to win over price for the sole purpose of pissing off ghost. “they’re a fucking reprobate, john.” “i think they’re quite promising. they brought me a coffee this morning.” every time price compliments their accuracy on the range, rookie looks straight at ghost with a ‘cat who got the cream’ look that makes him want to twist them like a fucking pretzel

Hi can you do COD with TS141+König or anyone else you’d like with reader who likes to put her/their (whichever one you’re more comfortable writing) jewelry inside one of their pockets on their vests for safe keeping? Usually reader is BTS on the missions but on times reader goes out with them, reader has a ton of jewelry on and just puts it in their pocket without them looking if that makes sense? Thanks! And take care!

König

Confused at first when he found your jewelry in his vest. Wondering if he picked it up when you two first met.

When visiting the Border and Transportation Security building again he watch as you set your jewelry in side pocket of your vest while thought no one was looking. He admired you from afar, wanting to know more about you.

Sometimes each day after visiting your working field he would hope you put jewelry in his vest or pocket. Started his own little collection of your things.

Soon he started to see how you stopped randomly and slightly whines about it to one of his colleagues.

“She just stop.. it’s been three weeks and nothing!” König whines while looking at Horangi. “Why.. did she just not want to care anymor—“

“Maybe she ran out of jewelry?” Horangi suggests with a sigh. “I mean it would get tiring to keep buying jewelry.”

With that thought he immediately left the room and rushed to you. Finding all the jewelry he went to your office and set it all down in front of you. It was awkward as you thought you lost of it forever.

“Don’t stop.” König says in a raspy tone. “Please..”

With that, you never did. You place jewelry in hard places to find in his vest, making it a small little game. König sometimes kept the jewelry close to his heart when in tense situations in the field . Reminding himself that there is someone who will be devastated if he was to die and end the game like that.

John “Captain” Price

Like König he was confused on how your jewelry ended in his vest. Thinking he might of picked it up by accident he started at it trying to remember if ge did.

When visiting you again he brought it to you and apologize. You smiled at him and thank him for bringing it back. That you were “searching for it endlessly.” Even though you weren’t.. Price hearts began to race as saw your smile, it wasn’t any smile you gave to anyone. It was a clearly loving one that took over his heart.

Once again when Price came by you placed the jewelry in his pockets. Tricking him into coming back each time he found it to talk to you. Of course Price caught on quickly and just came by randomly, surprising you at times with coffee. Yet the day you stopped his heart stopped as he thought he dropped it somewhere in the base.

“Shit.. shit!” Price whispers yells while scanning the hall. “Where is it.. where is it..”

“What are you looking for Cap?” Gaz asks approaching Price. “Cap?”

“I lost it..” Price says defeated now. “Damn it!”

“Lost what..?” Gaz asks now worried for mood change in Price.

“The necklace..” Price sighs with sadness. “Bloody hell..”

“Maybe she didn’t put anything in your vest today.” Gaz says with a shrug.

Before the conversation could continue Price is literally running to your work space. He opened the door and took a deep breath as he saw you hold the necklace.

“..why.. did you stop..?” Price asks grabbing the necklace. “..Please don’t stop this..it’s the only way I can bring myself to.. see you..”

After that you never stopped. Price at times did get too busy to see you, but always held the necklace close to his heart during meetings and paperwork.

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Gaz was surprised to find your jewelry in his vest. Especially when he knew you loved that necklace. He would stare at it then put it on without care.

When seeing you again he showed off the necklace hopping you wouldn’t say anything. You laugh and looked at him before he gave it back. Gaz loved the smile and laughter he would often even steal the necklaces to see you again and say “you put it in my vest again.” Pretty much gaslighting you but in a good way?

Yet the moment you stopped brining jewelry Gaz quickly pointed it out. It was the only way Price would let him see you, Gaz annoyed would sneak away from his station to see you. Immediately questioning you about everything and even come to whine to you about this issue.

“Why did you stop..?” Gaz asks in squeaky tone. “Do you.. not like it when I take it?”

“Gaz no it’s ju—“ you try to say before Gaz grabbing your face. “Gaz?”

“Please.. please tell me why you stopped..” Gaz whimpered slightly. “Did I get too annoying, I can stop just don’t.. stop our thing..”

“Gaz easy now, I just left it my car I keep forgetting to get it.” You say with a chuckle making him embarrassed. “I’ll bring it after my lunch..”

Gaz embarrassed he would still see you but made sure you always had your jewelry. You got happy with his visits and even bought a matching bracelet for him. Gaz was really excited when you gave it to him.

On though missions when it seemed like he wouldn’t be able to escape, he would kiss the bracelet and remember your waiting on him.

John “Soap” Mactavish

Sopa was no fool when the moment he found the jewelry, he could clearly tell how you felt but would act coy to see how long the game will last.

Soap would bring the jewelry back to you, but while you were busy and had to much stuff going on to even notice him. He found it funny to see you all a reck, all over the place like a bouncy ball bouncing off the walls. Soap did help you at times, but not much since that’s not his work field.

This is man is no secret holder, he would brag to Ghost about the situation. Then, when you stopped he would run to Ghost slightly accusing him of telling you about the bragging.

“You told her.” Soap says now upset. “You did..didn’t you!”

“What are you on about..” Ghost husky voice picks up. “Tell who what?”

“You know!” Soap says slightly unamused. “You know how much I like her!”

“Johnny the fuck are you talking about?” Ghost asks now concerned. “Johnny you talking about the jewelry girl?”

“Yeah!” Soap says angry now think Ghost did do something. “You did do something!”

“Johnny.. she’s right behind you.” Ghost says shaking his head. “Bloody hell..”

When ghost leaves you start laughing and cover your face. Soap embarrassed looks away and face palms. You hand Soap your necklace and ring. Soap immediately holds it close and sighs.

“Don’t.. scare me like that.. I thought I wouldn’t see you again without a reason..” Soap hums now looking at you. “..I like you..”

“Oh soap..” You say with a teary smile. “I like you too!”

After that you always made sure that Soap had something of yours. Making sure he can never forget you when his in missions. That he knows you will always be waiting for him when he comes back.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Let’s be honest here, nothing can get pass this man. So the moment you tried to sneak some of your jewelry in his vest he grabbed your hand and gave you a cold stare. He was never distracted for you to have the opportunity to set something in his vest. He did question you immediately on what your plan is.

When coming back around your work area he does stare at the jewelry you “hide” from your co-works and boss. He then acts like his not paying attention to give you a chance. Ghost doesn’t even know why he is doing it. When you do put the jewelry in his vest you think you’re the best and finally complete a super risky mission. Yet ghost watches you from the corner of his eyes and smiles a bit seeing you happy. He immediately leaves seeing that he smiled at you. Ghost doesn’t like that part of himself and decides to isolate himself form you.

He does soon return the jewelry after a few weeks. Ghost doesn’t even say anything he just sets it down and walks away. His too confused on his feelings to understand he loves you.

When Ghost sees you avoid him too and stop bringing jewelry he immediately confronts you and the most calmest way ever.

“Why did you stop” Ghost says in a calm icy tone.

“Stop what?” You say clearly confused. “Lieutenant..?”

“You stopped trying and bringing.” Ghost says now with more emotion. “You got bored of me didn’t you?”

“..I’m sorry but what are you.. going about?” You say now confused. “Are you fee—“

“The jewelry!” Ghost says slamming his hand on the table. “Why did you stop it!”

“Because I didn’t want anger you!” You yell back with some anger. “Yet it seems it did the opposite!”

“Well it seems like it!” Ghost says shaking his head. “Wai—“

You both stare at each other and laugh. A real laugh from ghost was a rare thing, after a while Ghost let his guard down around you letting you put the jewelry in his vest.

During missions he would wear the necklace or ring. If questioned by his team, he ignores them and continues on to see you.

✧ 𝖇𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖋𝖆𝖓 ✧

ʏᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

⭒ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘱-𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳-𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘋𝘦𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘴. 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩; 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺.

⭒ 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: 𝘨𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, (𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥)𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮/𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 (𝘯𝘰𝘵 on 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳), 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴, 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘺, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘮 + 𝘴𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮(?)

⭒ 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 1,420

⭒ a/n: my first story! hope this is satisfactory :) sorry if my writing is difficult to understand or cringy!!

will you venture down this path?

every few months your manager tells you to attend a celebrity fundraiser gala. 2 years ago you'd never know that these events were only breeding grounds for filthy scandals. now here you are, standing in the corners of a dark ballroom with stars dangling from the ceiling.

you are an idol, the embodiment of purity and song. another puppet forced to take on a false persona of endless joy, most would say. but you? you actually loved the spotlight. to you, that persona is your truth. you bathe in the attention and love of others, you live for it.

so why weren't you with the crowd? why not be in the centre of it all? it's because he was there. he was stealing the place you've shed blood, sweat, and tears for with such ease. effortlessly charming everyone even with that poker face. Deimos. a miracle rockstar who rose in fame shortly after your debut. instantly landing himself in the top #5 leaderboard after the release of his first album.

you were both from the same agency. you've seen him around the company building a couple of times, more frequently during your early pre-debut years. you'd pass brief glances at each other whenever you crossed paths in the hallways or practice rooms. you couldn't understand where your anger and envy emerged from despite never talking to him before.

maybe it was his obnoxious grin?

the fact he surpassed your fame within a shorter time?

his voice that hypnotises even you?

or the copious amount of money he sends during your ig live, begging you to notice the anonymous user?

he had shorter hair back then, dyed a different colour. now he has more accessories, a bigger build, longer hair, and dull eyes that only seemed to brighten whenever you catch him staring at you. you noticed he still stood at around 6'5 (195 cm), even taller with his black platform boots.

you'd try to send telepathic brain frequencies and (not so) intimidating glares at him, seeing if his blank face would falter (it didn't). instead, it made him glance in your direction. your frustration increases, and you blow a raspberry at him without thinking clearly... his reaction? an amused smirk.

instant embarrassment rises to your head. unable to handle the atmosphere inside the room, you immediately run out into the hallway. your brain begins to fuzz up, and you're not thinking clearly- you don't know if it's from the alcohol or the pure shame of blowing a raspberry at him. what are you? a preschooler?

blind to your surroundings, you don't notice the hulking figure walking towards you at full speed. calming yourself, you turn back to the ballroom to end the night. only to bump your face into a sturdy chest, that was not so covered by the tight, black button-up shirt of your rival (his nips were barely out).

you profusely apologise to the stranger until you look up to meet the heterochromatic eyes of Deimos. black and gold with slits, like a feline. and like a feline, his presence was threatening. this was the closest you've ever been to him and you can't help but think that people are blind. why do people crowd around him like he's an oasis? the way his eyes lit up a little too bright, and his face contorts into that of a devoted lover brought no comfort to you.

why does he look like that?

"y/n," he finally pants out, "y/n... you're looking at me."

what the fuck?

"i'm your biggest fan."

backing up uncomfortably, you slowly process his words before replying.

"...you are?"

if Deimos had a tail, it'd be wagging like crazy right now.

"yeah... i've been a fan since your performance at the spring festival. not sure if you remember but..." he trails off.

the spring festival? i don't remember going to any spri- holy shit.

3 years ago. you sang a duet at the town's spring festival with a friend, back then you weren't even a trainee yet. so how coincidental is it that the Deimos was watching you from somewhere in the crowd? that you both ended up in the same agency?

wait. does this mean.... Deimos adores me? as a fan? my fan?

this was too good to be true. your rival, the hottest star among stars, absolutely smitten by you? claiming to be your fan? your ego has never been higher. you decide to indulge him with a conversation.

surprisingly, the conversation was deeply meaningful. you found common interests with him- you shared favourite songs, media, and hobbies... "woman after my own heart," he snickers. soon, any past resentment towards him just.. washes away. gone, buried.

you naturally gravitate towards each other, like the earth and the apple from a tree, a pull. how long has it been since you've enjoyed talking to someone like this? has your bitter envy prevented you from forming a raw friendship with him all this time?

it feels surreal. he asks you for an autograph to commemorate the celebration of a blooming friendship and you agree, asking him if he had a pen and paper. he chuckles and says no, opting to whisk you away into an empty room. not creepy at all.

inside the room, he sits you down on the bed and searches his pockets for an object. you grow curious until he unsheathes out... a combat knife. shitshitshit- he's going to kill me! i knew this was suspicious-

he casually offers you the blade.

"use this." he says while untucking his shirt.

you stare at him as he had grown a second head, "...what?"

he nonchalantly replies while displaying his lower right abdomen, "to write? y'know, your autograph?"

it's official. you were absolutely fucking terrified of Deimos. he tells you to carve out your name on his body as if he was asking for a pack of ketchup at mcdonalds!! you were getting queasy, mind running though all the possible scenarios and options to get out of this.

"you not backing up now are you, songbird?"

his eyes bear holes into your body.

"c'mon, you can't leave me in the edge me like this... just...."

he gently grabs your wrist that held the knife, carefully guiding it to his abdomen. being touched so softly by his scarred, calloused hands made your breathing ragged. he lovingly rubs stars into your forearms as he lightly plunges the tip of the knife into his skin.

you could stab him. you could stab his knife deep into his chest and run away. but what would that mean for you in the future? if you got caught, your career would crumble, sentenced to jail, humiliated and resented by the public. and if you did get away with it, guilt would eat away at your blood-soaked hands forever.

Deimos notices your visible discomfort and tenderly caresses your hair down to your cheeks, wiping away tears you didn't know you had shed. "shh shh... i'm sorry, so so sorry, songbird. you're so kind for not wanting to hurt me... i'll never ask again after this, alright? claim me."

he was so charming. even in this situation.

he presses the knife further into his lower abdomen, drawing blood. you gasp, stuttering out your words "...just my initial, okay?" you look up, he seems disappointed but gives you a genuine smile and nods. you put more pressure onto the hilt of the knife this time, his skin bleeds, not enough to be fatal but enough to scar.

you place your other hand on his toned waist, and you can feel him shivering as the ends of his hair trickle the crown of your head. you finish carving out your initial, dropping the knife on the ground and backing up to look at your work.

it was messy, the blood dripped down to his pants and you swore you felt your heart get... t i n g l e s? he proudly admires your work, pulling down his shirt back in place, still untucked.

Deimos kneels down at the edge of the bed, taking your hands and cupping them on his cheeks. turning his head to tenderly kiss your palm and inhale in the scent.

he looks up at you adoringly with the widest smile on his face, "thank you, songbird. it's very pretty." pulling himself closer to your face, you exchange an unexpectedly passionate kiss, in which your reciprocate. hungry for any form of comfort.

rival-turned-biggest-fan, Deimos smirks into the kiss.

the gravitational pull.