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Yandere Hotline: 1/? | src | commissions: open
"Why did you touch that man's hand?"
Alexei, one of your most frequent callers, asked while strained voice. "I've warned you! Multiple times! How could you do this to me?"
You decided to mute the mic on your end while listening to his rant. For some reason, he's starting to act weird around the third time he asked for your service.
"Speak while I'm still being nice," he demanded as he call your name. Your real name—the one he's not supposed to know. "Stop ignoring me!"
You took a deep breath before unmuting your mic. "Alexei..." you said with shaky voice.
"Do. NOT. Use. That. Tone. On. Me." Anyone in their right mind would've shivered upon hearing his stern warning; unless of course you're a seasoned 'darling' from a shady company like yours.
You tried speaking up once again, but you suddenly hear another man's cry for help from the other line. "Please... have mercy... have mercy..."
Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. The other man's voice sounds familiar, but you can't tell where you've heard it before.
"Do you want to know what happens to stubborn darling like you, hm?" Alexei asked followed by other pained scream from the other man. "You'll cost them their lives."
You looked around, hoping that your immediate supervisor is available to support you at this point in time.
"Stop looking around."
You could almost hear your heart drop. Your company boast their 100% privacy rate. That they do not just value their clients but as well as their employees.
"How could you betray me like this? Why..." he let out an exasperated sigh. "Why are you trying to save this man so hard?"
"Alexei... what are you talking about? I've been following your instructions. Word by word."
You tried de-escalating the situation, hoping that it'll help you buy some time until your supervisor is near your area.
"I-I'm staying in my room, like you've instructed... I-I've no idea who—"
"—do you really think you can use that against me?" He cut-off your attempt to use the scenario he started during his second call.
He suddenly laughed before a loud bang echoed in the background. "You better watch your back, darling. If you don't want me to come and get you."
By the time your supervisor stood next to you, the call was already disconnected.
You asked for a one-on-one meeting to brief them about what happened during the phone call.
Your supervisor shook their head before spilling the beans that most people doesn't know.
None of the phone calls were recorded to ensure the privacy of the clients and the employees. But perhaps that rule only favors the clients.
Yandere Hotline
Open for commissions. Enjoy.
"The society doesn't understand people like us. They cannot understand our desire to provide for our beloved. They can never understand our need to protect them at all times. How we needed to keep an eye on them to keep them from harm."
He stared at the camera. Or perhaps at the person behind it.
"But after seeing one misery after another, I had a spark of inspiration. Since I have the means to do it, why don't I establish a company for people like me? Like us? A hotline meant for our deepest darkest desires. A place where our darlings are within arm's length."
Tears began to fall from the person behind the camera. Their bare body shivered while they take a step back from it.
The sound of metal clanking could be heard in the background. His head perked as he clenched his fist.
"I'm X... and we welcome you to Yandere Hotline."
Stories that are part of this series will be tagged after the cut:
call disconnected. | yandere alexei x reader
Dont fuckin care what the Rhys stans say, Tamlin willing to make deals with the one man who is more evil than the woman who had turned his whole life into a hellscape, just so he could save Feyre from the man who had tortured her is so fucking hot.
I found this sweet video on Tik Tok and I want you guys to feast your eyes on this:
Credits to LilyTea!! Her design for Tamlin is 🔥🔥
And the caption is real as fuck too.
I'M HOPING FOR A HEALING ARC FOR THIS GUY! Getting info from Hybern, fighting against Hybern soldiers to help the others, reviving Rhysand and telling Feyre to be happy is redemption in my eyes. He just needs to heal. To each their own though.
Tamlin getting a mate is fine to me but I want to see him loving himself, being happy with himself even though he doesn't have a lover, rebuilding his court, finding his own found family that could be a mix of faeries and humans (the faeries can be from different courts perhaps and having reasons why they left their original home behind and came to Spring), and being at peace.
One of the few times I see a good take on Tamlin's character on Tik Tok. Here's to one day getting this man to finally heal (and his court too)! 🥂🍻
how I walk around my house after reading beautiful books that restored my faith in romance and men
Feyre and Rhys - A Court of Thorns and Roses
Artist: @asayris
Do you know something, Clarke?
Me before you (2016)
EMILIA CLARKE — Me Before You, 2016 — costume design: Jill Taylor
feyre my pookie <3
Anderson should’ve been a writer instead. Man schemed a whole enemies to lovers story for his son just to torment him. And not to mention the LOVE TRIANGLE. Damn so much wasted potential. He could’ve been a succesful writer AND a baker. The readers would’ve loved him.
Paris Anderson: *has kids*
Those kids: *have friends*
Paris Anderson: Insta-love, love triangle, enemies to lovers, 554,000+ words, dystopian fiction, sibling rivalry.
about 2k words (yandere themes, nc kissing, kidnapping, restraints)
thinking about a yandere! superhero who falls for their rival supervillain (reader)- but he doesn't know it's her. he fell for the innocent bystander in all this.
Shit, he finally caught you.
This couldn’t be happening. How did he even find out about your secret identity? You did everything- everything. There shouldn’t have been any way for him to find out. There shouldn’t. So, how did this happen?
You tug carefully against the handcuffs keeping your wrists tied down, arms pinned behind you, attached to something on the wall. You couldn’t quite shift your body around to see what it was. The handcuffs were not affecting your power, you could feel that. It ran through your veins, ever constant, a low buzzing sensation. Energy. It felt alive; it was unstable. It always was when you were weak- it wanted to take over, to consume you. Energy refuses to be bound down, certainly not by flesh.
You wouldn’t get anywhere if you let it escape. Sure, maybe you’d be free from the cuffs, maybe you’d make it out the door, but your body wouldn’t be able to handle that. You’d collapse, and then what? He couldn’t be far away. You’d be helpless then, the toll the energy takes on you is far too great for your body.
So you closed your eyes, trying desperately to run through the meditations you were taught. Control it, calm it, and maybe, you could find a way out of here.
“You’re awake!” He calls, sounding startled. He doesn’t sound quite like himself- he’s not the bitter hero you’re used to fighting. You open your eyes, hands clenched into fists. You have to keep the energy at bay, keep yourself grounded. Whatever he tries, you can’t let it get to you. “I was so worried when I saw you.”
What..?
You frown at him. He’s knelt down in front of you, mask still on, of course. The mighty Flare. You’d never been this close to his face, not without the imminent fear of death, at least. You know he’s far too noble to kill you now, after your capture.
But, worried? What does he-
“You shouldn’t be out so late at night. It’s dangerous.”
What?
Your head is spinning. The energy is hard to contain when your mind is torn is two places. The fear, the incessant need to escape. You’re in danger. Run, run now. Use me. The voices whisper, surrounding you.
He frowns, you notice, seemingly bothered by something. His hands reach out to you, and you flinch. Weak.
He notices this, too, his hands holding both sides of your face firmly. “I won’t hurt you, don’t be scared.” His eyes shine with something you don’t recognise, something that scares you more than the voices. His hands turn your face to the side and you realise he’s inspecting it, for what, you’re not sure. Perhaps he’s just curious to see the face behind the mask after all this time. “What were you even doing out that late? And so close to the harbor?” He sighs, distressed, his hands falling away from your face to clutch his own, shaking his head. “You know, I nearly attacked you. I thought you were the Phantom.”
The voices are silenced, but your mind feels more torn than ever.
He doesn’t know.
He doesn't know, so, why are you here?
He sighs again, raising his gaze to meet yours. “I know it’s not public information, but most people know to stay away from the harbor anyway…You know it’s her base, right? God, when I saw you there you have no idea the thoughts that ran through my mind.” His hands are touching you again, grasping desperately. “I thought she’d found out about you, I thought she was going to hurt you- I….” A squeeze to your shoulders. “I’m so glad I found you. If she’d taken you, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”
You really don’t like the look in his eyes. It feels the same as the energy, the darkest energy dwelling within you. Unstable, unsafe.
You feel the need to divert his attention, anything to get that look to go away. “…Why am I here?”
He falters, flickers of a smile on his face. It’s a long time before he answers you. “I panicked. I mean, when I first saw you I thought she’d done something to you. Fuck, maybe she has. Maybe this is a trap, but, I don’t know, I couldn’t resist. All I could think is that you weren’t safe, how worried I was, and that I needed to take you somewhere safe.”
“You…” You say the words slowly, having trouble comprehending them yourself. For it doesn’t make sense. Not for him. Not for the city’s most noble hero. “You kidnapped me.”
“No!” He looks hurt. “I just-“ His hands grasp his face, clawing so desperately you think his mask is going to come off. “Don’t say that.”
“You could’ve dropped me home.” You point out.
He barks a laugh, “You were unconscious, not like you could’ve told me where your home is! And besides-“
“Why was I unconscious?” You have a sickening feeling. You don’t remember falling unconscious. In fact, you don’t remember anything to explain why you’re here. You remember locking up the base, securing everything and switching to your civilian clothes. Your sister had called, she was frantic. “Bella!”
You struggle against the handcuffs. “My sister, she was in trouble, you have to-“
“She’s fine!” He promises, holding your shoulders tight, holding you down. When you don’t look convinced, he adds, “There was an intruder, but she’s not hurt. Nothing was taken.”
“You’re sure?”
“I made sure myself. Installed new locks, too. You should’ve replaced those ages ago. I’ll know if anyone tries to get in again, and I’ll be right there. She’s safe, I promise.”
Got him. “Why didn’t you drop me off whilst you were doing that?”
Clearly, he knows you and your sister live together. He knew her address. And yet, he denied taking you home.
His voice is slow, calm. “I’d already brought you here by the time she called again.” He pauses, adding, “And she told me where to go.”
“She wouldn’t.” You glare at him. He knows he’s been caught here, so why keep up this farce? Why did he do this in the first place? It makes no sense to you. “She hates heroes. Why do you think she called me instead of the agency?” He doesn’t reply this time, so you keep pressing. “What are the cuffs for?”
He’s calm, but you can tell he’s hanging on by a thread. “I told you, I couldn’t be sure if this is a trap. Better to be safe.”
“It’s only a trap if you fall for it- if you just took me home-“
His hands are on your jaw, your neck, tugging you forwards. His lips are on yours, pressing everything he has into the kiss. He kisses like he’s trying to devour you, his hand on the back of your neck keeping you from backing away, his left on your jaw, holding your face still.
The energy is building, desperate to escape. To get you out of this, and you almost let it.
He pulls away, eyes alight with that same unstable fire.
He’s smiling.
“Fine.” He brushes the hair from your face, one hand still holding your jaw, fingertips dancing across your skin. You hate it. “I just couldn’t resist.” You tug away harder, and this time he lets you. “Can you blame me? It was too good an opportunity to just let slip by me. I mean, there you were, so cute, so innocent. I bet you didn’t have any idea where you’d even stumbled into!” Wrong. “I was so worried about you, I mean, how foolish can you be to go wandering around a place like that. I knew I had to get you out of there, but then…then I realised how easy it would be to just take you. No one would question another disappearance in a place like that. And I’d finally get to bring you home.”
“Home.” You parrot, sceptical. He’s brought you to a basement, clean enough, but clearly not a home.
He sighs dreamily. “Well, I hadn’t planned to take you just yet. Upstairs is…You were supposed to fall in love with me first.”
“I’ve never met you.”
“Not like this, no…”
For a minute, you think he knows. That’s he’s been tormenting you this whole time. But then you realise.
“We’ve met…Who are you?”
He looks thrilled, “You’re the only person I’d ever tell.” He’s got that look in his eye again. “Do you…want to see?” He reaches for his mask, and your eyes are wide. Is he really going to-
“Wait!” You stop him. He obliges, clearly confused. You are, too. Of course, you want to know who it is, who you’ve been fighting this whole time. You could destroy him then. You’d have the advantage to attack him when he thinks he’s safe. He doesn’t know your identity, not in full. And he says you’ve met in your civilian forms, it’d be so easy.
But the voices, for once, are right. If he shows you his identity, what are the chances he’ll let you go? After revealing a secret like that, there’s no way he’ll let you leave his side.
“What I want…” He hangs on your words, you can hear his breath quickening. “Is for you to let me go, take me home. Please.”
He narrows his eyes, “I can’t do that.”
“You can!” You plead, “No one will know about this, I don’t know anything about you, I promise I won’t say anything if you just let me go.”
“What a pain, sweetheart. If you’d seen my face, I would've had a reason to keep you here.” He smiles, “Why couldn’t you just fall for that?”
“I want to leave.”
“You’ll like it, I swear- my face. I know I’m your type. I think you’ll be pleased if you see it’s me.”
You falter, “If we are really friends, I could never forgive this.”
“You always forgive me.” He hums, “But fine, I’ll let you pretend you’re getting out of here for a little longer. Maybe if you tug really hard the cuffs will just unlock themselves?”
You wrench your face away from his touch. He smirks, using your new position, backed up against the wall to keep you in place. There’s nowhere for you to turn to now, nowhere to run. You need us, the energy sings.
His tongue is on your neck, his mouth against you. He sucks hard, his teeth scraping the skin. It hurts. Your body is frail, weak, and you’re powerless to stop him as he bites into your flesh. Your flesh is so weak, so fragile.
You repeat the meditations in your head, doing nothing to stop him. Trying to distance yourself from that moment, from reality. You need to be in control. If you unleash the energy, he’ll figure it out. He’ll know.
And who knows what he’ll do once he finds out it’s you he’s been fighting this whole time.
men just don’t men like men in books
Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours
JENNIFER'S BODY (2009) dir. Karyn Kusama
Yandere Boarding school thoughts... (Gender Neutral)
18+ Minors DNI
Warnings: Multiple yanderes, non-con touching, dub-con, perverted thoughts, obsession, bullying, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, general perversion, dry-humping, voyeurism, controlling behaviors, typical yandere stuff, breeding, drug usage, horny posting.
(AN: I have rizz-en from my grave to be horny once more. All of these guys are avaliable for requests, but will be listed under the materlist simply as Yan!Boarding School.)
Background: Thinking about a Headmasters child!Reader at a private boarding school. For a Fem!Reader, perhaps you're just visiting daddy for the season while he's running the school, or maybe you've been bad, and need more supervision. For a Masc!Reader, it could be the same case, however, with Blackmoore Academy being an all male school, this opens up the availability for reader to be attending.
Students and faculty scenarios and profile:
◇ Harrison Spence, star member of the swim steam, basketball player, and golden boy. Despite jock stereotypes, he's respectful and mature. He always looks out for others, and this lends to why your father suggests rooming with him. Plus... if anything were to happen, your father wouldn't hate to have him as a son in law. He's SOOO friendly when he meets you. Those big strong arms are perfectly suited to lug your bags upstairs to his room. Want help putting stuff away, sure! For a Fem!Reader, he's not suprised how awkward he is when he's unzipping your suitcase, only to be met with some thin lacy garments. He just coughs and backs off. For a Masc!Reader, he wears boxers too! So why does he still feel so hot. He should open a window.
He'll make sure you fit in around campus, mostly steering you in the direction of the athletics department. He'd love to see you at some of his games, cheering him on. You seem so nice, he could really seem himself with you long term, the more he thinks about crushing on you. Besides, you already share a living space. He feels awful about how his body reacts anytime you're too close. You left a jacket behind that smells just like you? He tries not to think about the consequences of fisting his cock into it. Late night out at one of his games? Who cares if you share a dorm and your bed is literally six feet away, it's too far of a walk. Slide into his bed, he's a gentleman. At least until he wakes up the next morning, mind foggy as he instinctively moves his cock up over the waist band, putting a leaky tip against your ass as he resists the urge to press his head into your neck, opting for a pillow instead. He's so, so sorry, but he's gott a deal with it, and you just feel so good. He rationalizes it by saying he's not just some horned up guy, no. You're his roommate, HIS. And what would the Headmasters think! No, he wants a future with you, romance, not just a warm hole to rut...
"Hey, roomie! Listen, practice is running kinda late tonight, so I'm gonna grab food on the way back. Why don't you text me your order, I can bring it back. We can make a whole thing out of it, no need to pay me back! I'm thinking burgers?"
◇ Carter Matthews, student body president, scholar, and in every AP class possible. Even some dumb ones. He doesn't pay much mind to you, you ate very attractive but so is he. If he felt the need for a relationship, he could get whomever he wanted. But he hates... hates how you make the other students, even some of the faculty act. He can't help but follow you around, making sure you obey curfew, and don't get into any trouble. He likes to keep order around here, and it bothers him to have to ignore his student body presidential duties to make sure some delinquent isn't trying to slip you a spiked drink, or some jock has you under the bleachers trying to get your mouth wrapped around their tips.
Eventually, he decides you could be helpful instead of a hinderance. He's busy, may need a form of stress relief, and given babysitting you when Harrison isn't around is one of the main sources of that stress, why shouldn't you help him out. Besides, you look so cute flustered. Maybe it starts small, he tells you your uniform bottoms aren't regulation, and while he tugs them down to 'fix' them, his hands wander a bit too much, grazing the soft skin of your ass. During random room inspections, he may let his hatred of the sports program taking up all the funding by mentioning how obvious it is your roommate wants to stick it in you. Harrison can't stand him, not trusting the cold creepy gaze of the prefect. He'll force you to come to student council meetings, under the guise of assisting him with preparing for a faculty dinner to appease your father, only to get you under his desk while he writes, trying to guide you with one stern hand. He doesn't like to go too deep, not one to enjoy gagging or unnecessary sound that would distract him from working.
"Keep it down." He scolds, cold eyes peering down through blonde bangs. With a sigh, his free hand strokes your cheek. "Just suckle, alright? There'll be plenty of time after I'm done for you to make sweet noises around my cock..."
◇ Evan Reed, CAPTAIN of the swim team, and student assistant PE coach. He's used to play basketball alongside Harrison, but got kicked out for being too violent. Shoving, pushing, and going as far as knocking teeth out. He's a fucking animal. He's handsome, of not a bit of a loner. He isn't popular or unpopular, people tend to leave him alone because of that bad boy attitude and his temper, but he's always welcome to party with the jocks, welcomed into parties and known as a keg-stand king. And boy do you catch his eyes, giving that your always hanging off Harrison, or being trailed by Carter. He's more than happy to accompany you to the pool or help you out in gym class, but it's obvious what he wants. He'll get up behind you in the pool, still smelling of cigarettes as he asks mundane questions while trying to pull your swimsuit to the side and get his hands on that sweet spot between your thighs. Or maybe he'll sit on the edge of the pool, congratulate you on how good your doing, legs spread as he pulls you between them, hoping you'll end up accidentally eyeing his cock. If you are a Masc!Reader, then there's definitely some internalized homophbia. He'll make sure you know these are just normal friend activities, even when he's got you bent over in the boys locker room, ass up. He doesn't EVER plan to be the one on the bottom.
He's a player, chasing tail outside of the school, hitting on peers sisters and mom's alike. But now, he plans to keep you around, not because he necessarily feels like he wants a romantic relationship with you, but because he loooooves how pissed it makes Harrison. He never liked the goody two-shoes, and half suspects he's one of the people who pushed to get him kicked out of basketball. He likes to pick on people, but Harrison sees himself as a knight in shining armor. So it gives Evan a major power boner to make you grind up against him on the dancefloor at some preppy party, while Harrison just has to stand by and not crush his beer can. Evan knows harrison will never, ever do anything to ruin your good guy image of him. Ever.
He's pissed, punching a locker as he let's out a growl. 4-0, what the fuck is wrong with his team? How could they get fucked over so bad after weeks of missing parties for shitty practices. Luckily for him, he sees you on the sidelines, probably waiting for Harrison to walk you back to your dorm. He takes this opportunity to slide up behind you, hands on your hips as you can feel his angry erection rutting up against your ass. "You. Me. Locker room, five minutes, stall three. Be ready, underwear off and bent over or I'll take you in front of the guys who are still changing? Got it?" He departs with a harsh smack on your rear.
◇ Joseph Mick, he's in the newspaper, but it's not like he's the head or anything. He just love photography, and he's the only guy at school to have really mastered the dark room. He's known to be a little... odd. He's the youngest in you and Harrisons class, with a petite stature and thin, lanky arms. He's pale, almost gaunt, but that could be a lack of sunlight given that he spends all his time in the dark room or toiling over photo arrangement mock-ups in the journalism room. People avoid him, but he's okay with that. He's more than happy to just watch from a distance, and photography is his real branch to the world. People only talk to him or react positively if he's taking photos for the paper or the school newsletter. He actually meets you at one of Evan's swim meets, he gets good seats for being student press, and you get good seats for just being Evan's new favorite piece of ass. Your aren't even sure why you were invited, you don't even know anything about how one wins a swimming competition. But Joseph does. He's been to enough of these, and you notice, so you lean over and start asking him questions. He's shocked someone is talking to him, and not about getting a bigger feature in the yearbook. He's more than happy to help point stuff out to you, even if he had to repeat himself or stutter his way through something. He's feeling his heart flutter and his hands shake so much so he can barely hold the camera. Soon, he's watching as you walk away, wishing he could grab onto you and hang you up on his wall to admire like one of his pictures. It's only made worse when he sees a pair of masculine arms dragging you into the boys locker room.
He's a stalker, but it's not his fault! For one, he's got no idea how to approach anyone, much less someone he likes as much as you. And since he's got that reputation as a creep, if he approached you in public, Harrison would be polite but firm at shooing him away, Carter would give him a look that makes him feel like a worm beneath his well polished shoes, and Evan would beat him to the brink of death, but then pass him over to his friends. But God, if he didn't think it was worth it sometimes to just be close to you. He can only get as close to you as his high-focus lens will allow. He's got hundreds of photos of you, some taken by him, some by campus security cams, and he treats each one like the piece that's gonna get him into a top art school. He almost feels bad taking risqué shots of you. He's always following you, and he sees the ways those... those pigs are treating you. If he could stand up to them, he would. He sees (from the cameras he's slipped into your bag) the boner Harrison is always sporting when he in your presence, he even caught a glance of Harrisons late night rendezvous with your pillow. He sees the way Carter leads you through the hallways like his little secretary, lithe fingers trying to get up your uniform bottoms. Worst of all is the way he sees Evan humping you in the pool like a dog in heat, with you obviously unsure about how you feel about this. He knows he'd treat you right, if you'd ever consider being with something like him. Notice he almost feels too bad to take risqué pictures. He can't help it if a picture or two from one of his hidden cams has a bit of an upskirt, or gets a little to zoomed in on your pecs. But know that as he drums humps the table in the dark room, those copies are only so he can keep one in his room and one on his person! He'd never, ever share your sexual exploits, not like Evan would, always bragging about what he does with, or more likely to you.
Being on the newspaper staff, he's got a pretty good idea of everyone's schedules. He's more than happy to try and squeak out some words to you if he knows your many admirers are preoccupied. Trust him, he knows A LOT of good spots to share a meal privately or maybe... maybe you'd like to see the dark room? He's even got a pillow in there, a cushion he can place on a soft stool in case you ever came to visit. He hopes he could get a private photoshoot in, maybe with some silly pictures of you, or even some lewd pics, he's just happy to see his collection expand. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he's more than happy to buy you as much cheap vending machine food as you want as long as you'll spend time with him.
"Oh, shi- hey! I didn't realize you'd be stopping by here. I'm just, uh, editing some photos for the paper." You don't notice as he slyly moves a tray of pics taken outside a dorm window that looks suspiciously like yours. He thanks whoever is out there in this moment that the dark room has a sink as he keeps his right hand out of sight.
◇ Tyler Mertz and Percy 'Pez' Goldberg, two outsiders, and self proclaimed 'dudes with bad tudes'. Put into the same headcanon spot because they aren't ever seen apart. Tyler and Pez got in on scholarship, and immediately bonded because they know they don't fit in among the rich kids at Ridgemoore. Tyler got in on a scholarship to pursue culinary excellence, because if he can do one thing, it's cook. Pez was awarded a scholarship by lottery two years ago, and even though he's barely passing most of his classes and is the biggest delinquent in school, he can't be kicked out. The school made too much of a big deal about his acceptance to create some good press, the faculty are planning to just wait the problem out. Repeating a year hasn't helped with that, though. Still, they are attached at the hip. Both struggle in classes, Pez because of a shitty social life and even shittier focus, and Tyler because he's just a little slow. Still, Tyler excels in cooking, and the faculty know he's trying. There's a few ways you might come across the pair. Maybe you decided to take culinary, and got paired up with a sweet, dopey guy who turns out to be a fucking MasterChef, or maybe your a brat!reader, like I mentioned earlier, and you meet Pez in detention, where he's glad to know the schools newest troublemaker is a looker too. Most likely, you come across them when either Evan makes you tag along to buy some weed and half-priced shitty beer for a post-game party, or Carter tells you he'll personally see to it that your father tethers you to him if he sees you talking to those 'deliquents'. Either way, they're probably some of the nicest guys in the school, even though Pez likes to fight. He's not a bad guy, but the school can't seem to recognize half of the shit he does is in retaliation to someone fucking with him or his friend.
Pez will like any kind of reader, any. If you're bratty!reader, he loves having someone to run around and bust shit up with. But he'll promise to leave the statue of your father alone, if that's what you want. If you're an innocent!reader, he can't deny he'd love to ruin that good guy/girl image you have going on. Smoke a little weed, sneak out a little, let him show you a good time. He promises he won't cross any lines or do something that would really scare or upset you. He's not a bad guy, he just wants to show you there's so much stuff out there to do. Unlike Joseph, he doesn't let the fact that others think he's a freak keep him from hanging with you. He wants them to see that you like him. HIM. He thinks your adorable no matter who you are, and frankly, snuggling up on the Headmasters kid is just another act of defiance he's happy to flaunt. Eventually, he might even open up to you about his shitty home life, and the fact he's only called Pez cause' when he's high that candy is all he wants to eat.
Tyler is a huge softie. He doesn't let the thing people say about him get to him, mostly because he's a bit dense in the moment to know he's being made fun of, but also because he's okay with being alone. He's happy with who he is, a nice guy. But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his best buddy, or mind adding you to there little group. It's just one more mouth to feed in his eyes. He'll walk you to all your classes, slinging his big arms around you and keeping you close to his side. Unlike Pez, he grew up with a pretty loving family, and they're what he misses most about being away at boarding school. Most of the money he makes selling weed with Pez goes back to his family, but they don't really know how he makes it. He comes to see you and Pez as his new little family.
With these two, there will be lots of late nights with bad movies and pizza made from scratch. Being on some rundown couch squished between to large bodies, at least one set of arms wrapped around your waist. I think they both are pretty open about telling each other about the crush they have on you, given that they are best buds. These idiots probably got super high one night, and Tyler let slip that he, quote, 'thinks he wants to put a baby in you', to which Pez replies he'd like to put something along those lines in you too. It wouldn't be hard for them to both come to terms with wanting to share you, they share everything else. They just hope you'd want both of them, Pez and Tyler can't stand the thought of making things awkward by you only wanting one of them, so they both subtly try to transition you into the roll of being their partner.
Pez would be fucking fuming when he starts realizing the things boys at school are doing to you. Whether he witnesses it himself, or you come to him and Tyler seeking comfort, he'll pound the shit out of anyone who tries to touch you like that. If you like someone else, Pez wouldn't wail on them to eliminate a rival like Evan would, but rather he hands it over to Tyler. Tyler would come up with some rumors, maybe a reason the guy isn't right for you, and why would Tyler lie? He doesn't feel great about lying, but thinking about the things guys at this school do to you, fills the sweet chefs stomach with a bitter bile.
They wouldn't outright pressure you into sex, but rather try and find ways to coerce you into requesting or initiating it. Pez has some weed laced with something, nothing too strong, but it'll make even a nun feel a little frisky. He'll lay back or rub your thigh, hoping the weed will relax you enough to come out and say what you want. Maybe an aphrodisiac or two gets slipped into a warm drink Tyler made for you. It gets you feeling all hot, but don't worry, you can stay in their room overnight and wear their clothes, so they can... make sure you're not sick or anything.
"Hey," you can feel a pair of arms wrap around you from your spot at the library table. You look up and see Pez, with Tyler now playfully laying his head on the table beside you. "Heard that shithead Evan's got an away game, so it looks like your freed up after all to spend a little time with your favorite guys." His lips are dangerously close to your ear, making you squirm. "Yeah, man, we've got a bunch of movies n' shit from the store, and I'll even make your favorite. Stay the night, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tommorow, and my beds so cold..." Tyler teases playfully, eyes wide and feigning sadness.
All these boys make it difficult to get any alone time at Ridgemoor, but the men certainly don't make it easier... (Taboo part two with the faculty coming soon, because I'm horny for Dilfs and old men with questionable dynamics with reader.)
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I read both haunting adeline and hunting adeline, and I have to say they were actually the worst books I've ever read in my life! Not only is the line-by-line writing clunky and bad (reminiscent of a 13 year old on wattpad), the whole thing portrays rape, stalking, and mental health issues in a deeply uncomfortable and problematic way. That on top of it being extremely thinly veiled qanon fanfic and I don't understand how it's a booktok fave!!
