Yandere Armin X Gn Reader, If Your Able Too Make A One Shot About Him, Please Nd Thank You.

Yandere armin x gn reader, if your able too make a one shot about him, please nd thank you.

Crazy Coworker

Yandere! Armin Arlert x Gender Neutral Reader

Y/N sighed.

It had been a long day at work; unbearable, exhausting, they were at their breaking point. They moved sluggishly against the pavement, eyes dropping, nodding off ever so slowly then suddenly gaining consciousness.

"ugh.... What time is it..?" Y/N asked, the back of their throat dry. "I need water....."

It felt like years had passed by as they glanced up at their front door. 

"Finally..." Y/N groaned slowly as they entered and slowly shut the door behind them. 

An eeire silence grew as they planted their feet on the floor. It was dark. Really dark. Y/N squinted as they tried to discern the scenery that lay infront of them. 

They were probally being paranoid... Right?  Y/N shut their eyes in annoyance. They were overthinking too much. Y/N moved slowly against their walls, heading up to the bedroom.

"my heads gonna hurt like hell in the morning....." Y/N yawned.

They finally fell on the covers of their bed, a sigh of relief exiting their mouth.

Y/N fixed their position on the bed as they looked at the alarm clock. Today felt strange, everything in their body screaming at them to get out, they were anxious, paranoid.

"I need some sleep...." Y/N groaned softly.

Suddenly, out of the corner of their eye they saw something move. It couldn't be right....? ‘there couldn't be anyone in the house.... Right???’

Y/N's face turned pale as they picked up on the signs, their second pair house keys moved, the rooms left in dissary.

No.... A million thoughts were running through Y/N's head as they shot up.

"MMMPPPHHHH!!!!!!"

They struggled against the cloth held against their mouth but it was no use....

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Their head was throbbing as Y/N reluctantly opened their eyes, pain shooting through their body.

"ugh....." Y/N groaned harshly.

They could barely tell the walls from the floor as Y/N groggily looked around, then that's when they saw him....

‘Armin..?’

Their co-worker...? No... It couldn't be him... This is a dream.. It's a dream... Tears filled their eyes as they looked up at him.

"Armin!?" Y/N cried out.

His voice rang through the desolate room like a sweet melody, in contrast to the current situation... 

"yes darling?" He said, his voice smooth and compassionate as he looked down up at

Y/N sweetly, almost like he didn't kidnap them...

"whats going on..." Y/N said, their voice hoarse.

No way the man they loved was truly like this.... No way.... This had to be a dream. He cupped their face as he looked at them lovingly, blushing forming on his cheeks. 

"I can't believe you're really here......" He said as he smiled broadly 

"...."  Y/N stayed silent.

One part of them was trying to find a way out, the other, sick twisted part of them was secretly enjoying this... Wait no! They weren't..no..no..no..no they needed to get out, now. 

Y/N looked down, embrassed by their inside feelings

"hmmm what's the matter honey~" He sang sweetly as he tilted Y/N's face up 

"nothing..." Y/N said, albeit it a bit against their will. 

"if you say so... Your flustered face looks so cute!" 

Armin giggled softly as Y/N blushed. 

No they weren't supposed to like him, they needed to get out! But a tinyyy part of them wanted to stay, for a bit atleast.... NO! 

Y/N flung their head back, their feeling; this situation, everything exasperaterating them and making them slightly sleepy.

"hmm let's get to bed shall we?" Armin chuckled softly as he untied Y/N and led them to his bed.

Y/N blushed heavily at being carried as they avoided eye contact. Next thing they knew they were snuggled up in bed, cuddled up to their phycotic co-worker in their house....

Y/N sighed.

They knew this was crazy but they couldn't help but enjoy it a little... We all need to indulge a bit once in a while right...?

Y/N sighed heavily.

"Whatever, I'll just enjoy it for now..." They thought quietly.

The situation was catching up to them as their eyes drooped down slowly. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad....

Y/N sighed and cuddled against Armin as they nodded off slowly...

I’m having writers block and I need to get this request done quickly. 🥲

Also thinking about changing my Masterlists look to make it more aesthetic, y’know?

Can I request yandere bertholdt x kidnapped reader if your comfortable with it?

Fake Comrade

Yandere! Bertolt Hoover x Female Reader

Y/N awoke to darkness, a thick blindfold tightly wrapped around her eyes. Her wrists ached from the restraints biting into her skin, and the cold, hard surface beneath her sent shivers down her spine. She struggled to remember how she ended up here, panic slowly rising in her chest.

Footsteps echoed in the distance, slow and deliberate. She froze, heart pounding, as they drew nearer. The blindfold was yanked off, and she blinked rapidly, trying to adjust to the dim light. A tall, shadowy figure loomed above her, and as her vision cleared, she recognized him.

"Bertolt?" she whispered, disbelief coloring her tone. His usually gentle face was etched with an unsettling intensity, a fervent glow in his eyes that she'd never seen before.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he murmured, crouching down to her level. "I didn't want to do this, but you left me no choice."

She stared at him, trying to reconcile this version of Bertolt with the quiet, kind boy she had known. "Why? Why are you doing this?"

He sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "You don't understand how much I care about you. Every time I saw you with someone else, every time you smiled at them instead of me, it tore me apart. I couldn't stand it anymore."

Tears welled up in her eyes as she struggled against the ropes. "Bertolt, this isn't right. You can't just... take me like this."

His expression softened, and for a moment, she caught a glimpse of the Bertolt she once knew. He reached out, gently brushing a tear from her cheek. "I know it's hard to understand now, but I'm doing this for us. For our future."

"You can't force someone to love you," she whispered, voice trembling. "This isn't love, Bertolt. This is obsession."

He flinched at her words, but the determined look in his eyes didn't waver. "Maybe it is. But I don't care. As long as you're with me, I can protect you. I can make you see how much you mean to me."

The door creaked open, and Bertolt stood, casting one last, lingering glance at her. "Just give it time, Y/N. You'll see. You'll understand."

As he walked away, she felt a sinking dread settle in her stomach. She was trapped, alone with a boy whose love had twisted into something dangerous and suffocating. And as the door closed behind him, she was left with nothing but the chilling echo of his footsteps and the oppressive weight of his obsession.

Hours passed in the dim room, the silence broken only by Y/N's ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the building settling. She tugged at the ropes again, but they held firm, chafing her wrists and sending spikes of pain shooting up her arms. Desperation clawed at her insides as she tried to devise a plan. There had to be a way out.

The sound of a key turning in the lock jolted her from her thoughts. The door opened, and Bertolt stepped in, carrying a tray. He set it down on a small table and approached her, his expression softening when he saw the fear in her eyes.

"I brought you some food," he said quietly. "You must be hungry."

Y/N glared at him, defiance warring with her hunger. "I don't want anything from you," she spat.

Bertolt's shoulders sagged, but he didn't retaliate. Instead, he simply sat down beside her, his large frame making the room feel even smaller. "I know you're angry," he murmured. "I understand. But I'm doing this for us, Y/N. You have to believe that."

She turned her head away, tears of frustration blurring her vision. "You can't keep me here forever," she said, her voice breaking. "Someone will come looking for me."

He sighed, a pained look crossing his face. "I know. But by the time they find us, you'll understand. You'll see that we belong together."

Days turned into weeks, and despite her initial resistance, Y/N found herself growing weaker. Bertolt was always there, a constant presence, watching over her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness that made her skin crawl. He took care of her needs, bringing her food and water, but he never loosened her restraints.

One evening, as the sun set and bathed the room in a soft, golden light, Bertolt sat down beside her again. He looked different this time, more vulnerable, as if the weight of his actions was finally starting to wear on him.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" he asked quietly.

Y/N didn't respond, but her silence encouraged him to continue.

"It was at the training camp. You were struggling with your gear, and I offered to help you. You smiled at me, and in that moment, I knew I wanted to protect you. To keep you safe from everything."

She closed her eyes, the memory bittersweet. "I remember," she whispered. "But this isn't protection, Bertolt. This is imprisonment."

He reached out, gently taking her hand in his. "I know it seems that way now. But one day, you'll see that everything I've done was for you. For us."

As the days continued to pass, Y/N's hope began to wane. The reality of her situation settled over her like a suffocating blanket, and she realized that escape might be impossible. Bertolt's love had twisted into something dark and unrecognizable, and she was trapped in his web, with no way out.

One night, as she lay awake in the darkness, she heard Bertolt's soft, steady breathing beside her. For the first time, she allowed herself to really look at him. The boy she had once considered a friend was now a stranger, his face marked by the weight of his obsession.

In that moment, she made a silent vow. If there was any chance of escape, she would take it. She would find a way to break free from Bertolt's twisted love, no matter the cost.

But for now, she had to bide her time, waiting for the right moment. Because no matter how deep Bertolt's obsession ran, Y/N knew that her will to survive was stronger. And she would not let him control her fate

guys I’ve been thinking of changing my username to be more like my content. What do you guys think 🥲.

Pls forgive me 🥲

Hey guys, I know I’ve kinda been on a Hiatus since I haven’t uploaded but I am going to be on one officially. I know it’s really lazy for me to say this but I just can’t write in my current mood and situation but it’s nothing too serious so don’t worry! Hopefully I will be back soon and I do apologise pookie :(((

Late Night

A/N: kinda short :P

In the quiet sanctuary of their small apartment, Levi Ackerman and Y/N found a rare moment of peace. The sun had just begun to set, casting a soft, golden hue across the room. It was an unusual evening for Levi, who often worked late into the night, but today he had managed to carve out some time for the two of them.

Y/N was sprawled comfortably on the sofa, a book open in their lap, while Levi was seated across from them, meticulously sharpening his blades. The rhythmic sound of the sharpening stone against metal was soothing, blending with the gentle hum of the apartment’s ambiance.

Levi glanced up occasionally, his sharp eyes softening as they met Y/N’s gaze. There was a rare tenderness in his expression, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor. His attention to his work was as precise as ever, but there was a palpable sense of ease in his posture, an acknowledgment of the quiet comfort that Y/N’s presence brought him.

“You know,” Y/N began, breaking the silence, “most people would consider this a luxury. Spending a quiet evening at home.”

Levi looked up, his eyes reflecting a hint of amusement. “Luxury is relative. For me, it’s more about finding moments like these amidst the chaos.”

Y/N smiled, closing their book and setting it aside. “I’m glad you’re here. It feels... normal, in a way.”

Levi set down the blade and moved closer, sitting beside Y/N on the sofa. His presence was commanding yet comforting, a reassurance that, despite the tumult of the outside world, here, in this small space, there was a semblance of normalcy.

Levi’s hand found Y/N’s, his fingers intertwining with theirs in a gesture that spoke volumes. The touch was gentle, a stark contrast to his often harsh exterior. Y/N leaned into him, finding solace in the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“You know,” Y/N said softly, resting their head against his shoulder, “I sometimes forget how intense it must be out there for you. It’s easy to get caught up in our little bubble and lose sight of the reality.”

Levi’s grip tightened slightly on Y/N’s hand. “You make it easier. When I’m with you, it’s like everything else fades away, even if just for a while.”

Y/N looked up at him, their eyes meeting his with a depth of emotion that words could scarcely capture. There was a moment of stillness between them, a mutual understanding of the rare, fragile peace that they both cherished.

Levi’s expression softened even further, a rare sight that only Y/N had the privilege of witnessing. He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead. It was a simple gesture, yet it conveyed all the affection and gratitude he felt.

“Let’s make the most of this evening,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. “No missions, no threats. Just us.”

Y/N nodded, a content smile spreading across their face. The weight of the world outside seemed to melt away, leaving only the warmth of Levi’s presence and the simple joy of sharing this quiet moment together.

In the sanctuary of their home, the world outside was momentarily forgotten. For Levi Ackerman and Y/N, this was a rare and precious respite—a time to hold on to, to cherish, and to remember amidst the trials and tribulations of life.