@yanderenightmare / yanderenightmare.tumblr.com
Pinned
The seven days of the week as yanderes:
College boy struggles to acclimate to dorm life. Reader neighbour is not helping:
Poly yanderes with captive reader in apocolypse au:
Sideblog, for reblogs and trashposts: @yanderenightmare-reblogs
Backup blog, if this one gets terminated: @marie-krueger
Divider by @adornedwithlight
Mature content
There’s something very off about your roommate… something eerie that makes you keep your distance.
You can’t describe exactly what it was about the boy except that you felt it from the second you shook his hand. The way he introduced himself… you don’t know… you had this unshakable feeling as though he already knew you from somewhere.
It’s a weird thought to have of someone you’d only just met. You knew you were probably just being paranoid. It was your first time sharing your space with someone other than family, so it might very well just have been you being apprehensive.
Not that you’d ever let it show, though. You didn’t want things between the two of you to be awkward when you’d be living together for the next three years of getting your degree.
You just needed to get used to him, is what you told yourself.
So you laughed at his jokes and listened to his brags with a polite smile as though nothing was wrong, even when he continued being strange.
For starters, he had almost nothing to unpack – as though he only planned to stay about a month or two. Everything seemed newly bought as well – unused and sterile, like a movie set.
You don’t know… maybe he was a minimalist even though he didn’t seem the type.
It shouldn't really have made your skin crawl the way it did. But whether it made sense or not, you couldn’t shake the discomfort – walking around in a constant wariness of him.
This post may contain content not suitable for all audiences.
Were you the one that made that fic of Bakugo using reader’s hand to masturbate? And he was like pursing his lips in concentration?
could you mean this by @shorkbrian? can't remember writing something like that
making a seven deadly sins post kinda like my yandere days of the week
just wondering if i should post them individually or as a bundle
some of them are ready to post today, but others might still take a while
since u have a large following, i wanted to ask about the first few months when u started. How many followers in the first few months do u think is good for a blog that js started? Is it natural to not attract ad much as others?
I get demotivated when i see other people have big numbers in following while I only have a few 😅 ik i probably shouldn't be dumpin this in ur ask box but I think I need advice, so feel free to ignore tis if u don't wanna answer.
Anyway, love ur work SO MUCHHH
Hmm, well, you know, your following increases based on how often you post and what you post, so it's going to be very different for everyone.
But I'll explain what I've done, starting from the very beginning, and maybe it might give you some insight and help you out!
I’m new to posting to tumblr, how often do you think is a good posting schedule? Once or twice a week? Daily or every other day?
Good question!
Posting once or twice a week, you'll maintain regular activity and steadily increase your following. But for maximizing your activity, I'd say posting daily to every other day is the ultimate plan.
But that's not always realistic or possible. So I'd say just post as often as you can or simply when you have something ready.
On the other hand, I wouldn't recommend posting more than once a day, as the last post you post will sort of suck up all the attention from the former posts—at least in my experience—which is also why I steer away from empty blogging, by which I mean posting a bunch of random thoughts and stuff, though I understand that that's the appeal to many.
Monday is your strict boss.
He’s always breathing down your neck around the office, checking if you come in on time, laying into you when you’re anything but perfectly on the dot—not even allowing you to get settled into your cubicle before dumping a workload onto your desk on top of the one you already have, coming back with a fresh one right after lunch again.
You know you’re probably just being sensitive, but you feel as though he singles you out. Barking at you to redo things, even after you’d gone through the extra measure of running it by a coworker who’d given you the thumbs up. You don’t know, it sort of feels as if he has it out for you.
Being yelled at is already bad enough, not to mention how he’ll demand you work late to make up for the slack. And yet, that’s not even the worst part!
No, the absolute worst part is that he’ll insist on staying behind, too—to supervise you.
please give us more of the blogs you like<3
Alright then, since you asked so nicely, I'll put in the effort and just go through my entire following!
Keep in mind that some of these blogs may be inactive, but their old works are definitely worth taking a look at!
Not all of them are yandere, but they are satisfying nonetheless, so check them out!
Also, most of these blogs, and blogs in general, write for fanbases with specific characters. I follow mostly people who write either BNHA, JJK, or Haikyu!! So, if you like that, you'll probably like most of these.
Other than that, sorry, I won't be writing anything specific for each blog. I suggest just checking them out one by one. I'll make an exception to my delete later rule and leave this post up for good, so take your time, people!
Thinking about the poor college boy who’s struggling to get used to dorm life and his loud neighbor who isn’t making matters any better.
He has never been shy about telling someone off. People should have the common decency not to blast their infernal music so loud that the entire dorm shakes. And you, whoever you may be, are no exception—he thinks while pounding on your door with his fist. Fuck knows if you can even hear him over your speakers.
But lo and behold and despite all odds, you open up.
“Excuse me, can you turn it down?” His words might be polite, but his voice is anything but—glaring down at you… who quickly turned out to be a girl…
Yeah, definitely not the idiot ass-hat with the shitty body odor he was expecting. But a pretty girl in a short tank top without a bra and booty shorts so tight and short he would think you’d bought them ten years ago.
“It’s eight?” You raise your brow at him, face otherwise dull.
Okay, so you weren't what he was expecting. And sure, it might make his throat a little tight, among other things. But still, he not going to let it change anything.
Your ankle feels better after a little over a week.
The one initially against you staying has been giving you medical check-ups every day—something about wasteland toxins and underlying, possible contagious sicknesses he’d like to keep a weathered eye out for.
You hadn’t refused. After all, such precautions were only warranted.
When you first encountered them in the wasteland, they were both wearing hazmat suits and gas masks. And though you had already been put through the standard disinfection and the basic check—eyes, teeth, and tongue—before they’d even let you in, you can’t blame them for taking extra measures—no matter how meticulous the check-ups have been since, comprising of endless spit, blood, and urine samples.
Somehow, you actually appreciated the thoroughness. It was just one more thing that reminded you of the past. The way he sat there, behind the desk like a doctor, and you opposite, like a patient, waiting for your results.
You’d gotten more or less used to it now, so it didn’t feel as awkward anymore. And, if you were to say so yourself, you think he’s even warmed up to you a little bit too.
He’s a little reckless sometimes—not always paying attention to the feelings of those around him, but he means well, you’re sure of that.
He’s just a little high-strung, is all—doesn’t really have the time to think things through.
He’s always been like that—ready for just about anything and everything anyone would throw his way, and just sort of expecting everyone else to be onboard. He’s an Alpha, after all—it’s not in their nature to worry or look back.
All your life, he’s been the leader—all you others could do was chase after him and just hope on your life to keep up. And as an Omega, you were comfortable like that—with having someone to follow. It felt natural to you—safe and good and correct.
But when he started courting you, you admit being a bit skeptical—weren’t sure if it would work the same way, not sure if it even could. Being mates is different, after all. You’re supposed to be in tune with one another, and you weren’t sure if you’d be heard or just end up being bulldozed.
But you figured, since you weren’t too big on making decisions anyway, that you’d just go along with it, and it would be fine. You’d put your trust in him and follow his lead, and maybe that would be enough.
And it was. Everything worked out perfectly—for the most part. You married in the spring and moved into your new house the day after. He’s a good husband and nice man, deserving of the respect he garners, and he’s successful. A true Alpha. Perfect on all fronts.
What more could an Omega ask for?
