Hello! I Was Wondering If You Could Write For Yandere Sova Or Cypher With A G/n Reader Whos Completely

Hello! I was wondering if you could write for Yandere Sova or Cypher with a g/n reader who’s completely oblivious to anything and everything. I’m sorry to bother you if you’re busy.

hi anon! i’m finally posting again and actually picked up the motivation this time!! i got my life on a pretty steady pace rn so i believe i will post more !!

Yandere Sova & Cypher w/Oblivious Darling

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Sova:

Sova with an oblivious darling would actually make him feel better with what he is doing. Sure he still feels guilty with isolating you from the rest of Protocol and manipulating you so he is the only real one in your life…just a little bit less.

If so, you being oblivious to all of this justifies his resolve. With you being this unaware, someone else could take advantage of you. What kind of man would he be if he let someone else lay their hands on you, especially in a malicious way.

On missions you wouldn’t even notice that he was always on the same site as you. Others would and talk to you about, maybe Brim with how dad-like he is or Yoru making some off brand joke.

In the end you would just dismiss it as always claiming him as a “great friend” or just “someone who cares a lot”. I mean most of it is true that is.

Once you get back to base, it’s straight to either him tending to your wounds (if you even have some) or to his room.

After a while rinse and repeat, the others just stop commenting about it since it doesn’t seem to get through you.

Basically an oblivious darling makes it easier for him to make you his without even getting his hands dirty.

Cypher:

He is always a calculated man, although he never thought that you be so dense.

Just like Sova it would be easier in the end, but he just be confused sometimes. He would make some inviting comment and you would just smile or giggle in response. Cypher would just stare at you and cock his head in mega confusion. It gets to a point where it gets so obvious that others pick up on it, yet you still remain in the clouds.

Cypher in general would utilize his cameras as a method to keep watch on his darling. Yet this is even better for him as he doesn’t really have to worry about you finding the cameras or just overall ever thinking that he would place a camera in your room to watch you.

This even happens on missions, setting up on the same site with you or keeping watch on his camera if anything gets out of hand.

After missions he keeps an eye on you when Sage tends to you, never to far away. If he ever lurks and gets caught he doesn’t have to think about a complicated excuse.

I mean isn’t he just such a caring friend?

╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

Game over

Tw: poorly written

The cashier looks you up and down, then back at the game you were purchasing. "You sure ya' want this game?" she questioned in a judgemental tone. You scowl at her attitude, "yeah. My friend has been bugging me to get it." you weren't lying, but this wasn't the game your friend bothered you into buying. This game intrigued you more than the game you were originally meant to buy.

"Dating in Morioh Cho." the cashier reads the title out loud. Her expression changes, "ah, I remember this game. The boss found it in an old box of games. If I remember they were from Japan in the 90’s." she scans the game case and places the game into a small plastic bag.

You grab the bag and walk towards the exit, you halt your next action when the cashier shouts at you, in an attempt to grab your attention. "Hey, the game may not work. Feel free to bring it back whenever."

The breeze of the A.C greets you at the door when you enter the house. It felt so nice to be in a cool environment; the summer heat was unforgiving most of the time. No matter where you were, you found yourself melting from the sun's radiation. The only time you weren't an ice cream melting into a puddle was when you stayed inside your house, where the A.C was.

You grab cold water from the fridge and walk towards your room. As soon as the door opens you flop onto your bed, the chilly untouched sheets cool your skin. You grab the plastic GameStop bag and take out the game. The cover of the game is pretty interesting, the cover has a purple heart with an arrow piercing it, in bold letters the title says "Dating in Morioh Cho."

You open the case, hurting your fingertips in the process. Inside was a filthy disk covered in dust and smudged with fingerprints from someone's dirty hands. You take the hem of your shirt and clean it off. Now that the disk was clean, you place it into your console.

Before anything appears on the screen, sentimental music fades in setting the mood. You could only describe the music as watching the sunset with a significant other. The sky is a blend of yellow and pink, you have your head laying on their shoulder: Something nostalgic in an old romantic movie.

The opening starts and shows a Japanese school. Four options pop into the screen: Start dating, settings, new game, and chat.

You were confused why there was a chat option. This was a dating simulator. Why would you need to chat with anyone? Not wanting to think much about the weird option you press the 'start dating' option.

Narrator: Your legs start to burn as you pedal your way towards school. You needed to make it before you were tardy. Due to the rapid speed of your bike, you began to lose control. You swerve left and right to give you less of a chance of crashing or getting hit by any incoming cars. A rock in the road causes you to fly in the air; you close your eye awaiting the pain from hitting the concrete. Unexpectedly something catches you before you hit the ground.

???: are you okay?!

Narrator: you open your eyes to get a look at your Savior. He had deep blue eyes and a unique well-kept haircut. wait a minute, this was Josuke Higashikata, the most popular boy in school.

Josuke: hey, are you okay? You could have gotten hurt.

Before josuke's character's lips moved while his dialogue auto-played. But his character just looked at you in awe. "Maybe it's a glitch." Josuke's character quickly pulled itself out of its trance as his lips moved as the dialogue played.

Josuke: You're new. What's your name?

Enter name; (y/n)

You have entered the name y/n.

Josuke: wow! You have a pretty name.

Narrator: A smile expands on the teen's face, he had seen you around school a few times. This was the first time he'd ever spoken to you. He helps you onto your feet.

Josuke: Wanna walk to school. I'll carry your bicycle.

Y/n: yeah, I don't mind.

Narrator: the two of them start to walk to school, they introduce themselves to each other. They found themselves in a conversation about their interests, surprisingly they both enjoyed prince and fashion. They became so interested in the conversation they didn't notice they had already arrived at their destination.

You became obsessed with the game after a few months. The bizarre thing was no one recognized the game you spoke of. You decided to look online for the game, maybe there was a fandom. All the results google gave you told you the game ceased to exist, which confused you since you had the game, whatever.

Josuke and you had passed the friends stage, now you were on your first date. Tonino's restaurant was the first background in the game that wasn't the school. It was refreshing to have more scenery.

Josuke: I and my best friend Okuyasu used to come here often. We don't anymore, he's a phony now. All the people here are fake, except you and me.

Y/n: Don't worry JoJo, I won't leave ya'

Narrator: Josuke flushes at both the nickname and your words. He attempts to cover up his red cheeks by turning around where his back was facing you.

Josuke: thanks...It gets lonely at times.

Narrator: Not soon after Tonio arrives with a plate of spaghetti. When Tonio read your palms he decided to give you a plate of spaghetti because, in his words, "you both remind me of the tramp and the lady."

Narrator: The two ate their food, trying their best not to maintain eye contact with each other. It was a bit embarrassing they were eating from the same plate, both fighting over whom gets the next meatball.

Josuke: oh, I forgot. If you are too tired to play the game, you can chat with me. You can chat with me by clicking 'chat' in the menu.

Now it made sense for the reason the option was there. Not only that, you wouldn't have to wait for everything to load. It was clever.

Josuke: anyway, I don't think I've ever said this but-"

Narrator: Josuke shifts his position and places a hand on his cheek while he stares deeply into your eyes.

Josuke: you're beautiful. Everything about you is; your hair, smile, eyes. Hell, I really think that (band name) shirt is cute on ya'.

You paused at the mention of your shirt. How'd he know what shirt you were wearing? You carried on with the game. To you, it could have been some bizarre coincidence. 

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Every day after school, you and Josuke chated online. He was fun to converse with. You wanted to talk to him more than you wanted to speak with your actual friends. Embarrassing as it was, you started to develop a crush on Josuke. But in your defense, Josuke seemed so human. He responded to your massages felt like a random teen boy who definitely wasn't a video game character.

The more time you spent with Josuke, the more Josuke became...obsessive. If you didn't reply to Josuke's texts he'd text you every two seconds, "y/n why aren't you talking to me?" "Stop talking to that asshole and talk to me!" "Who are you with?" These questions and texts freaked you out. How would he know you were talking to a guy?!

Random times you would find your computer screen on with Josuke staring dead at you. Did you leave the game on unconsciously?

Even though you had already looked up the game and got no results, you had to look up Josuke's name. Many articles popped up. From reading most of the articles, you got the story. Josuke Higashikata was a student in Morioh Cho. One day he vanished with no trace left behind.

Your eyes widened when you saw an image of the boy. Josuke looked just like the Josuke in the game.

This game was possessed. That was all you needed to take it back to the GameStop.

You paced around in circles in your room while you clutched your phone. "Gamestop is closed?!" you repeated your friend's words in disbelief. "They don't close today!" this situation was freaking you out. All you wanted to do was get rid of this cursed game. "Fine, I can wait. I'll get rid of the game tomorrow." with that, the conversation was over.

You walked over towards your computer with the game case in hand. You reached over to the disc but stopped when you saw the computer screen in the corner of your eye. "Josuke...?"

Josuke stood still as he watched you, his chest lifted up and then down like he was breathing. His eyes held no sign of life in them, which scared you. "Y/n, what are you planning to do tomorrow?" Josuke spoke for the first time. His voice was pixelated and hard to understand.

By instinct, you rushed to unplug the computer. When you looked back at the computer, Josuke hadn't left his spot. He seemed more pissed off than he was before. "You're taking the game back, aren't you." he grits his teeth. "How are you talking to me?!" you asked searching around for something to whack the computer. “I’m a real person y/n. I’m imprisoned in here.” You began to back away from the computer once you realized Josuke was getting closer.

Josuke’s hand extended out until his hand came out of the computer screen. His pixelated hand turned into a fleshy hand. He was coming out of your computer! You flew to the door, slammed it open, and raced down the flight of stairs.

Josukes shouts of your name were close, you couldn't care. You made it to the front door, “How?!” you cried out. The door was boarded up. You obviously didn't do it. Was Josuke always able to leave the computer?

You didn't have time to think. Josuke’s stomping was getting closer by the minute. Running out of choices, you hid in the laundry room. You open the dryer and crawl inside. It was uncomfortable. But you could deal with it.

It had been a while since you had heard Josuke. How long? Possibly about 15 minutes. Your legs were sore from the cramped space you had been sitting in, and all you wanted to do was escape and stretch. You decided to escape through the window upstairs. You reached over to open the dryer until you heard the sound of knocking.

“Babe, I know you're in here. Be good and come out. I promise your punishment won't be as bad.”

u still here?

i am very much still here.

i just haven’t been active because i’ve had a busy past year. i had graduated, dealt with family things, and spent quite a bit in europe. i didn’t have much time as i see this as a outlet and hobby.

i do apologize for not being active, but i have settled with my current life and now have the time to start writing again.

thank you for anyone who is still here and reads my work!

i love you all and appreciate you sm ❤️

Hello hello! Could I request headcannons for yandere chamber, sova, Omen, and Brimstone with a gn s/o who knows about their antics and Are you trying to escape them? I say, as if I'm trying to get out of protocol (Thank you so much for reading this and sorry for the mistakes, English is not my first language )

Hi everyone! I know it’s been awhile and I’ve been gone so long. I took writers block to a whole new level. This last year sm has happened but to be honest I want to write again and use this as a creative outlet! I hope you enjoy, love you all 🤍

You knew that staying in Protocol was a gamble, never knowing if you were going to come back in one piece or even alive at all. It didn’t help when one particular agent made your time in the special covert operations organization an almost living hell. Even if the fate of the world was on Protocols backs, it was time to leave while you could…or at least that is what you thought.

CHAMBER: 

Before you even began thinking of leaving Protocol, he already knew what was going to happen. It totally wasn’t how uncomfortable he made you when he would constantly flirt with you on missions <3

He wouldn’t talk to you about the matter, actually doesn’t address it all only with small quips and remarks that make you question whether he knows your plan or not. 

Chamber isn’t Brimstone, he doesn’t have the power and control that the head leader holds. Although that doesn’t mean he is totally powerless, this man has money and status that he most certainly utilizes.

He is a shady man, a con man if you really want to put a label on it considering what he did to Fracture, manipulating and lying to get what he wants. Under protocol he doesn’t have control over you, so he would definitely let you have your “temper tantrum” before he would take any immediate reaction.

He wants you to feel as if you have the upper hand, as if you won. 

Now with you being out of Protocol and not under constant surveillance leaving in the base, he can do as he pleases. 

Opening the door to your flat, you are greeted with the familiar darkness you see everytime you return from your work shifts. Taking off your outer coat you hang it on the coat rack beside the door, taking the time to sleep off your shoes about to turn on the lights. You never consider yourself paranoid, yet the eerie feeling of not being alone began to send a chill down your spine. The room was still dark, silence filled the air as you listened for any noise that would indicate that something was there. Slowly your hand made its way to the light switch, flipping the small white knub up as the lights blasted on. To your horror the last person you wanted to see sat there in the burgundy velvet wingback chair in the living room. The slick back hair, chunky yet expensive glasses frames, that blue silky waistcoat that cost more than the rent you paid, Chamber. Vincent Fabron. “Bonsoir mon chéri. What a nice residence you have…quite old fashioned for my taste, non?” He finally spoke, his signature card in hand as he toyed around with it. “You left so suddenly, not even a goodbye? How inconsiderate considering how close we were.” He rose from his seated position in the chair, stalking forward towards your frozen stature. His eyes remained focused on yours, an unreadable emotion as he continued forth before stopping in front of you. The coy grin he wore on his face as he gazed at your fearful expression with delight. With a small snap the card disappeared from his hands, the golden tattoos lighting up as the object retreated. He stood posed, staring down at you as a wolf to a sheep. “Your little game is over chéri…let us be off.” SOVA:

He always had been doting, trying to accommodate you and make sure that your time at Protocol is pleasant considering what all you have to go through to keep global peace.

He would start to see the hesitance in your eyes, the inner turmoil and battle you had with yourself when things would go awry (totally not around him).

As you resign filling out paperwork to Brimstone who was sad to see you go yet understood where you were coming from, Sova would come across you and Brim. He saw you walk into his office, and concerned he followed. It didn’t take him long to notice the paperwork that laid in front of you, pen in hand. 

Sova, who is always a calm and collected person doesn’t say much yet stands there with that composed expression on his face. Yet if you looked hard enough you could see the way his artificial eye glowed brighter as his jaw clenched.

He would ask to speak to you, nodding his head at Brim who didn’t expect a thing considering how highly regarded Sova is and how much of a good ally he was to him. He would have to settle this himself. 

An unsettling feeling made its way to your gut as you stood up and followed Sova out. The further you walked away from Brim and closer to the door, the more you could feel your freedom slipping from your grasps. The mechanical door slid open allowing you to make your way to Sova who stood down the hallway, a hardened look on his face. He never was this scary, kind and clingy…not like this. Standing in front of him, you looked and finally realized how much bigger he was than you. “Why are you leaving?” He asked, plain and simple. “I-...uh…” You stammered, the words you wanted to say were gone and now incomprehensible. “You do realize that if you leave, you would be in so much danger.” He spoke in a concerned manner, although at this moment you didn’t know it was a mask to cover up his ulterior motives. “If you leave, who knows what could happen to you. You wouldn’t be protected…who knows what your other self could do when omega earth realizes you are no longer with us anymore?” Desperation filled his voice as it wavered in worry. The longer you stared into his eyes, the more guilt you felt. He cares about you, worries about you and this is what you do in return? All he’s ever done was insure your safety and that’s what you’re worried about? “You’re right…I don’t know what I was thinking, thank you Sova.” 

OMEN:

Even though he is the sweetest ever, he is still eery in his own way. Ominous. He isn’t much of a talker and if so he says stuff you can never wrap your mind around. 

He lingers around you, whichever room you're in he somehow is there, cutting his bonsai tree or knitting to remain calm. His presence is one you can’t shake yet it still is uncomfortable when you two are hardly friends.

Deciding to leave Protocol is a hassle itself, one that you most likely won’t even have the chance to do. Omen has some attachment to you and everyone seems to know that even Brim.

Most likely due to his perceptive he is, he knew of your little plan of trying to leave. He would talk with Brimstone trying to talk him into a deal or some type of way to make you stay. You keep him calm, all those voices and nightmarish images he has to live with everyday, you somehow make it bearable. 

When you arrive in Brimstone’s office requesting your resignation, somehow you cannot. Brimstone explains it has something to do with agent confidentiality or the safety, you weren’t really listening. 

Yet you’re stuck.

Standing there under Brimstone’s gaze never upset you, never made you nervous or anxious in any way. It was him who stood there, the walking shadow as he gazed upon your rigid form. Your fists clench to your side, sweat starting to form in your already clammy hands. The whole confrontation was unsettling, not only Brimstone was delivering such disheartful news, you had to endure the shadow that loomed over you. By the time the meeting was done and a final apology was uttered from Brim, he dismissed you. You walked out, form slumped as you were completely saddened by the news. As you made your way to the shared dining facility, you made yourself a cup of tea to calm your nerves down from what had happened. In the corner of your eye you could see the familiar phantom, the inescapable nightmare that you permanently stained your life.. 

BRIMSTONE: 

You’re not making it out of the book with this one. There is no way you could even try to leave considering he is the leader of Protocol and would make up some excuse as to why you couldn’t resign from your role as an agent. 

He makes the rules and no one questions it. Why would they when all he does is look out for his fellow agents and tries to encourage them as much as he can. 

Brim is one stubborn man, one who has committed himself to protecting this earth from all the radianite crises that continue to happen. He had the chance of retiring, starting a family and settling down somewhere in those American suburbs with the perfect life. He will do anything to keep you there. To keep you under him so when this is all over you and he can finally have the life his ex colleagues always talked about.

He is dedicated and with dedication there is nowhere to run or even hide. 

Stepping into Brimstone’s office you meet the gaze of the older man and you stand in front of his desk. His demeanor changed as he sat up in his chair straightening his form and clearing his throat before he began to talk. “You know why I called you in today?” He begun, his fingers laced together as his nose crinkled with a small sniff. “No sir, I do not.” You addressed him formerly even though it wasn’t mandatory. “I heard word from the others about you possibly wanting to leave. Is that true?” Your back stiffened as you felt scrutiny under his gaze. Your mouth went dry, heart stammering in your chest the longer he continued to stare at you. “Yes sir…” A defeated tone you uttered. He shifted his position, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he turned to look back up at you. “Look kid, I can't let you do that. Considering what is all going right now, not only would it be risky for you but with what you know Protocol could be compromised. I’m sorry to deliver this kind of news to you, I know it can be stressful but that is why we're all here…why I’m here.” He stood, walking towards you to place his much larger burly hand on your shoulder. The close proximity unsettled you as silence settled in the room, his deep breaths compared to your shallow fearful ones. “When this is all over you don’t need to worry about all of this. Like I said I’m here for you…I always will be.” It was at that moment you knew your fate was sealed.

Can you do yandere scenario prompt #12 with narancia 🧡

sorry for the hiatus i think?? i don’t know if it was an hiatus, but um hiya im back! i luv this cute orange boy so here u go bae 🧡🫰

p.s sorry abt the ending i uh, yeah 🥹

Yandere Narancia x Reader

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The wisps of the wind blew through the opened window, the mint green drapes flowing almost majestically with the current flow of air. It was dark yet a clear night, the stars shining down onto the city of Naples gracing the building with a glowing shimmer. The waxing gibbous moon gave off an appearance of a full moon, yet it was so deceiving that others wouldn’t have noticed unless they looked really close. Purple eyes glistened, the moon turning them into a sparkling lavender hue as they stared upon the beauty of the moon.

A figure laid limp on the bed, light snores and puffs of air coming from their resting body. The figure in the room continued to stare at the sky through the window, a chair pulled up right to the windowsill. Sitting towards the backrest of the chair, they rested their head on their right hand as they carried on with their stargazing.

“Don’t you wish you could see the stars with me? The sky is beautiful, I don’t think I’ve ever seen it like this.”

Narancia sighed and slumped in the chair. His heartbeat thumping from the adrenaline and risk of being caught. Even though he knew he would never, the thought still played a role in his subconscious. He couldn’t afford to be caught, it was too soon, too soon to confess his undying love for the girl he encountered a mere month ago. It was getting harder day by day to continue sneaking out with the growing tension throughout Passione. Sure he wasn’t an high ranked official, but he wasn’t stupid enough to not know unlike Fugo’s opinion.

He was young yet it wasn’t wrong to dream of the future that would eventually come. The small scenarios and dreams gave Narancia a reason to smile at night and continue to help Bucciarati anyway possible.

Glancing over towards the sleeping girl, he slowly walked over and hovered over her peaceful face. It was times like this Narancia wondered if she dreamed of the same things he dreamt of. How she was lucky to sleep so peacefully without the worries he and his comrades had placed on his shoulders. He wanted to make the world a better place for people here even though he had no such power. Even if his stand wasn’t as powerful as Giorno’s or potent like Fugo’s, he tried his best to do as much as he could.

Reaching out softly, he took her hand in his slender calloused ones. Giving it a small squeeze, he smiled and gave a light hearted giggle. His eyes wander over her form, drinking in his one and only future lover. Narancia couldn’t help but imagine the day where he could do this and lay next to her sleeping form, cuddling soaking up the warmth both of their bodies would create. A ring would be present on her ring finger and the two would live in a well-to-do apartment made for people of the upper class.

Soon before they knew it, there would be tiny children made of the both of them running around and causing chaos the two would have to tend to. He would give his children the life they deserved, not the life he was forced into at such a young age. Narancia would make sure to take extra care of his ‘wife’ making sure she wouldn’t end up just like his mother leaving him and his father wrecked in despair.

Narancia began to hum one of his western favorites and tore his gaze towards the sky. They would sit on the balcony, together, and stare upon the same sky in each other's embrace. No more lonely nights, only nights filled with peace with only them being the other human beings in the world.

The ticking of the clock brought him out of engaging thoughts. Looking towards the clock, he let out a disappointed sigh. He had to go head back towards the shared apartment where his teammates rested. When Bucciarati rises in power would be the day that the two of you would start your new lives together.

Slipping his hand out yours, he immediately felt the warmth of his hand. The clamminess of his becoming cold from the intrusive wind. Adjusting your covers neatly back upon you, he took his leave.

Someday he hoped, someday he hoped to break this vicious cycle of a memory. For now he laid in a bed of flowers, wishing the day of both your futures would soon come.