#Or you could go the more blatant yandere route

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Lesbian TobiIzu

Izuna, for her duty to the clan, needs to marry one of her clansmen and produce an heir. Even though she doesn't want that, she also doesn't like that every man the elders pick for her ends up dead.

Tobirama rationalizes it to herself in two ways:

Firstly, if they're good enough to be paired with Izuna, they're obviously an unrecognized threat to the Senju and must be eliminated.

Otherwise, Tobirama is just sparing the potential children of such a union from being born into the cycle of hatred. Clearly, she is just being responsible and making sure no more young lives are lost on the battlefield.

Things she likes to ignore are:

The fact that having Izuna off the battlefield for moths would lead to almost assured victory for the Senju in battles during that time period.

The fact that other people from both clans are already having children.

She only realizes her feelings when, during peacetime, she catches Izuna going over marriage prospects from both the Uchiha and other Konoha clans and finds herself plotting an assassination.

[gettinshiggywithit]

Can you do a fukuzawa, ranpo, kunikida, dazai, chuuya, (you can add more if you want :) except the kids though) x stalker reader (I'd like it to be slightly suggestive)

!The BSD Boys X A Stalker!Reader!

Scenario:- how I think the bsd boys would react to having a stalker (reader is a bit yandere-y and creepy?)

Pairing(s):- dazai x gn!reader | chuuya x gn!reader | ranpo x gn!reader | kunikida x gn!reader

Genre:- im not really sure...

Type:- headcanons

A/N:-Hi there! SO I know you said u wanted it to be suggestive,but truth be told I don’t really see them taking it lightly enough for it to become suggestive… Now I know that not all writers on here will think that but I try to make my interpretations of how they would react in certain situations as accurate as possible.so I truly would like to apologize in advance for it not being what you expected/wanted🤕. @thesimpupthesky id love to hear ur feedback even if it isn’t necessarily positive 😓!

Disclaimer:- There’s nothing even remotely romantic about this.#prepare for blatant rejection and uncomfortable scenarios if you wanna go forward

->Dazai

Honestly he found it amusing,how you sent letters and little things and he found it even more amusing how you thought he wouldn’t know who you were.

Dazai was a man of many talents and finding out information he wanted and needed was one of them.

So he decided he’d give you the chance to talk to him,or rather for him to talk to you.

The next day dazai left the agency building for a little walk,knowing full well you’d follow him.

Once he was about to pass an alley,he turned into it instead of just going straight.

This confused you.

You’d been studying his routes and his schedules and the only thing he visited around here other than the café was the convenience store that always seemed to have a deal on bandages,and even that was a few blocks away.

Nevertheless,you followed him into the alley,maybe you could talk to him? Finally hear his voice speaking to you..

But when you turned the corner the alley was empty

You walked in and looked around,how could he have vanished??

Just as you were about to give up and leave you felt someone’s presence behind you.

you turned around you were met with the object of your admirations.

The man himself

Osamu dazai

And suddenly you were nervous…

No words came out of your mouth when you tried to speak,so he decided to fill the awkward silence himself.

“so you’re the one who’s been stalking me,” he said with a  laugh. “I was honestly hoping for a more challenging opponent”

This snapped you out of your trance.

“opponent? I-I don’t want to be your opponent…”

“what do you want to be then?”he asked,the look in his eyes showed he knew the answer.

“i…I wanna be your partner;as in,in a romantic sense”

“so you want to date me? Well im sorry to disappoint,but im not interested”

“but-”you began and were immediately cut off

“I’d like to be with someone who would be willing to commit double suicide with me,and im guessing that you aren’t hmm?”

“i-”

“mhmm,”he said turning around to leave the alley,  “that’s what I thought”

“but I love you!”

He turned back to look at you before leaving the alley, “how tragic”

And with that he was gone

->Chuuya

Honestly it really pissed him off.

Everyday,his mail was filled with letters and little knick knacks you’d sent him and it was getting really really annoying,because you’d had the brilliant idea of making your letters look like official ones he actually needed to open.

He’d gotten pretty good at telling when it was one of your bs ones or his actual mail now.but he’d always end up goin thru the ones he’d sorted out too.

He couldnt risk missing anything important.

And while it did make Chuuya’s life a living hell,he didn’t think you were worth engaging.so he suffered in silence.

That is,until he received a rather unsavoury package.

“Unsavoury how op?”You must be asking!

Well lets say he knew it was a bs letter when he saw the package alone.

Because it was wet.

He grabbed a paper towel and used it to toss the package aside,looking through his actual letter pile to make sure nothing important had been soiled as a result of your annoying-ass shite.

Thankfully nothing had been ruined but when he had finished work that day,his curiosity got the best of him and he put on a pair of disposable gloves to open the package (AINT NO WAY IN HELL HES TOUCHIN THAT SHIT WITH HIS ACTUAL GLOVES! NAH UH!)

When he opened the envelope a set of undergarments fell out,and they were...nope he wasn’t gonna finish that thought!

This was the final straw!

This had gone on long enough and he was fed up.

Chuuya used the mafia’s resources and was able to find someone who could find out who tf you were

Once he had his answer he looked at your address and thought he’d give you about as much of a surprise you had him.

He picked open your lock and stood by your window all the photos and pictures of him you had tacked around, making his skin crawl.

just as you were coming in through the door you noticed a figure by your window and squeaked out loud in shock,dropping your bags.

“You-you’re-”

“The person you’ve been fkin inconveniencing,yeah” he said,taking a purposeful step towards you.

You took a step back,this wasnt how you’d envisioned your meeting! He wasn’t supposed to be mad...why was he mad??

“Inconvenience? I never meant to inconvenience you!” You squeaked out.

Chuuya didn’t even try to hide his disdain at that.but he also wanted to get out of there asap!

He looked you directly in the eye and said in the most intimidating voice you’d ever heard, “either you leave me the fxck alone,or ill send my subordinates to take out the trash.”

You were so shook by this that you fell over backwards and he took that as his cue to leave.

He held onto his hat and ducked back through the window.

this snapped you out of your train wreck of thoughts.

You reached out to him and shouted,clear as day and loud enough to be heard, “BUT I LOVE YOU!”

He looked back at you and the disgust that came over his sharp features managed to distort them in a surprisingly unattractive way

“Not my fuxkin problem!”

And with that he disappeared and your entire reality came crashing down as the fog cleared and you realised just what had happened.

->Ranpo

“Ooh mail!” He said as he went through the pile kunikida had brought up for him.

But nope. None of the snacks he’d ordered had come yet. And he knew better than to eat mystery candy from strangers,his dad boss fukuzawa had taught him better.

This was the fourth day too...

Ack he was sick of this!

Ranpo quickly deduced your location and asked dazai to take care of it.

He knew dazai’s past from the mafia and he really wasn’t bothered to go himself.

But he also knew dazai wouldn’t do anything unnecessary,so he was the perfect choice!

When dazai came back ranpo asked him how it went

“Oh,nothing special,just some poor soul stuck in a delusion”

To which ranpo nodded,commenting that it was finally over.

“Yeah about that,they said they loved you...sounded pretty convinced you loved em too.”

Ranpo knew this,but he asked dazai what his response had been nevertheless.

“Ah,” said Dazai, falling into the chair next to ranpo’s.

“I just told them that you had better things to do and better people to spend your time with.”

“ a bit harsh?”

“Mhm,but you know there wasnt any other way.”

Ranpo nodded once again and went back to his snack and cartoon.

The next days came and went and ranpo finally had his regular mail on schedule.

Now his pile was of boxes of sweet drinks,snacks and even more delights!

->Kunikida

This entire ordeal irked kunikida to his core

It neither made sense according to his ideals,nor did it make sense in general

Furthermore your letters and packages were becoming a nuisance

He had to end it.

Kunikida asked katai to find your location and when it was handed to him he took it and left.

Thirty minutes was all he allocated for this entire situation ,and he aimed to end it within his pre-set time frame.

He knocked on your door and when you answered it,you were obviously taken aback!

You struggled to find words so he filled in the silence.time was ticking after all...

“Good day,y/n. Im sure you know who i am but im here to tell you that i am not interested in you.you fail to meet all the criteria to fit into my spousal plan project and you have shown a severe lack of honorable ideals.therefore i would like you to leave me alone and allocate your time more constructively.thank you and good day.”

He bowed and turned to leave but you gripped his arm and with determination dripping from your every word said, “but i love you! We’re meant to be!”

He sharply shook off your hand and barely even looked at you as he said, “i wholeheartedly disagree.take care and goodbye.”

And then he left without even sparing you a glance.

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@bardic-feline replied:

The possibilities for this are ENDLESS. Like Makoto [is] absolutely the sort to forget weather reports and not bring an umbrella on the day it decides to rain like absolute downpour. But Nagito shows up just in time to lend him the spare umbrella he just so happened to br—-oh, oh no his own umbrella got blown out of his hand, well no worries you can still have the spare…what do you mean you insist we share?! I…I could never…

And he’s actually VERY diligent with all the other Future Foundation members, especially the survivors of the 78 class killing game who were allowed to join…but only if they ask him for something directly, or it’s a situation where if he does something for Makoto but not them, the favoritism would be a little TOO blatant. Can’t bring Makoto snacks and such in the middle of a meeting he wants to listen in on if he doesn’t at least do SOMETHING for everyone else in attendance…

YES, to all of this! The umbrella sharing definitely happens, and Nagito is thanking his luck the whole time. The huddling-for-warmth of it all. And when they arrive at the office, Nagito has a warm towel at the ready, for whatever got wet in the transfer from one umbrella to the other.

Hina likes him, because when he brings snacks it is generally Makoto's favorite food and also donuts.

Hiro thinks nothing in particular about him. He's chill with him like he is with most people, not especially trusting (again, like he is with most people).

Kyoko knows he's got ulterior motives where Makoto is concerned, but the world is pretty much full of people who are weird about Makoto at this point, so unless Makoto tells her "By the way, Komaeda broke into my suite to bring me my notes for yesterday's meeting," or she visits Makoto's suite and sees a white hair or a fiber from Komaeda's mitten caught on something, she probably wouldn't think much of it.

And I'm going to say Byakuya didn't see him when he was imprisoned in Towa, because (while I could say he just isn't in the same place as everyone else at this point in the timeline) I think the drama of him finding small things about Komaeda oddly familiar, in a bad way, is really fun. Meanwhile Nagito fully remembers sliding food into Byakuya's cell and hearing his demands to be released, and he just smiles in his face and acts like he wasn't the guy using him for leverage over Toko.

As far as his Junko hand, obviously that didn't stay under wraps for too long, but the response was just, "Wow, someone awful and twisted must have done this to you."

To which Nagito just agreed that it was someone awful and twisted. In fact, that doesn't go far enough; they're the scum of the earth!

Honestly, it might be cool, instead of these events replacing the Future Foundation finding out that the members of the 77th class are the Remnants, it all just happens in the time between recovering the 77th class and finding out they're the Remnants. It would be pretty great if they find out everything about the Remnants of Despair and now Makoto has to look back on Nagito's extremely affectionate treatment of him and the moments of profound chemistry they've probably shared by that point, through the lens of "He's a terrorist."

And yet, I also enjoy the idea of letting things escalate so that no one knows what's going on with Nagito until it's too late and, like, Munakata is dead and Sakakura is dead, etc. Yukizome is obviously on Nagito's side and vouching for him all the time.

Someone discovers Sakakura's body, and Nagito is just in Makoto's office, lovingly wiping a smudge of curry off his cheek.

(If one chooses to go a more yandere route with it.)

Kinda love the thought of Nagito becoming a Future Foundation intern. (Presumably in an AU where they did find the "survivors of Hope's Peak Academy" but didn't find out the truth about them, so they just have a bunch of very weird alumni crawling around. If Toko or Komaru ever lay eyes on Nagito, like for example he passes through the background of a video call, it's going to be SUCH DRAMA, but I'm getting ahead of myself.)

He told Munakata, with a straight face and an angelic smile, that he'll be very focused on his job, but once they let him in, he is singularly devoted to Makoto Naegi and does very little to hide it.

He quickly learns how Makoto likes his coffee, tea, snacks from the vending machine, and goes above and beyond to make sure his usual choices are ready by the time he makes it to the office in the morning. Makoto is the only one he does stuff for without being asked. Everyone else he will generally obey (unless doing so would interfere with taking care of Makoto), but Makoto rarely has to ask him for anything.

He overhears someone arguing with Makoto and "accidentally" spills something on them; Makoto gets to exit the conversation while Nagito is cleaning it off. That person is lucky that he found out there's a problem right then, in public. If he found out Makoto was having a problem with someone when he had time to plot a more aggressive (and, in his mind, effective) solution, he would be way more dangerous.

He invades Makoto's privacy, but in ways he can feasibly get away with, like Makoto forgets something at home and Nagito goes and gets it for him without telling him he's about to do it. Makoto is confused as to how Nagito got past his locks, but he's in too much of a hurry, and he's too busy feeling relieved that he has what he needs for the upcoming meeting, to really question it. If Nagito gets caught in Makoto's living quarters, he can legit make Makoto believe he asked him to be there, or at least make him believe that there was some perfectly reasonable misunderstanding where Nagito thought he was asking him to be there.

Makoto is kind of guilty about it, like, "Hey, Komaeda, do you think that...I'm your boss? Because I'm not..."

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: Devotion.

Pairing: Yandere!Diavolo x Lucifer (Obey Me).

Word Count: 2.0k.

Commissioned by the very lovely, very patient @99shadowcat99.

TW: Mentions of Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Sight Codependence, Obsessive Behavior, Manipulation.

{Part One} / {Part Two}

As he would slowly learn, Lucifer was not terribly good at devotion.

He’d never had to be, not after he’d sworn off such flagrant hero-worship entirely. His brothers required no devotion, no promises of loyalty or allegiance to come to him with their many, many mistakes, and he’d admired Diavolo, he’d been loyal to Diavolo, so devotion had been irrelevant, on his end, at least. He thought it’d be another habit, another talent to refine, an ability that he’d, in due time, adapt to and inevitably perfect. He assumed he’d get used to it. He’d adjust. He’d take the only escape route he had, the only possibly path out of the cozy dungeon he was locked inside of, and he’d exploit it, prod at it, widen it until he had enough room to claw himself out. It would be an act of desperation, but he’d come to terms with that.

He’d been desperate, before.

He just had to learn to be devoted, too.

It was difficult, to sit still and play helpless. It was hard not to pull back when Diavolo touched him, brushing a hand against his, stringing an arm around his waist, pulling him close, close, always so close, and to maintain his composure when his captor brought up vows and flowers and weddings, and to hold himself back whenever he was allowed to see the world outside – he’d long-since lost hope in doing anything more. From his current vantage point, one of the many balconies sprouting from Diavolo’s fortress-like estate, he could make out acres upon acres of barren soil, spotted with the craters and dark foliage characteristic of much of the Devildom’s outskirts. If there was a city in the distance, any life beyond himself and Diavolo and a few quiet, skittish servants, he couldn’t tell, but that was just as well.

He was limited, in his current state, in the form he’d been trapped in. He couldn’t fly, and his strength had been reduced to that of something lesser, something beneath him. He’d be a laughingstock, assuming he could actually make it to some form of civilization. He couldn't risk letting himself appear that weak, that vulnerable to so many--

“I never took you for much of naturist.”

Lucifer straightened his back, his grip on the low guard-rail tightening. It took more discipline than it should’ve not to let his frustration affect his voice, as he replied. “I thought I could use a new hobby. It’s not like I have anything better to do, here.”

That earned a laugh, barely a breath of chuckle, and he caught Diavolo in his peripheral, settling against the railing. His posture was relaxed, his shirt noticeably unbuttoned, and briefly, Lucifer let himself feel a pang of guilt, or something close to it, at least. This was the most relaxed he’d ever seen Diavolo, even if there was still a trace of tension in his shoulders, even if Lucifer could still catch him pacing, every now and then, gritting his teeth, worrying as if worrying would get Lucifer to love him any more. As his friend, it hurt to watch.

As his captive, it was more gratifying than words could express.

But, he wasn’t pacing now, nor did he have to force himself to smile as he met Lucifer’s blatant stare. “You can’t say I haven’t attempted to entertain you,” He started, his voice even, jovial. “I know this palace isn’t as elaborate as the castle, or as lively as the House of Lamentation, but I’ve done what I can to make it livable. There’s a library, and I know you haven’t visited the gardens, yet--”

“Your guards won’t let me go outside,” Lucifer cut in. The collar wouldn’t, either, but he was less than fond of admitting he couldn’t overcome a strip of metal and a few enchantments so casually. It was easier to blame people, tangible entities, demons with fangs and talons and weapons he didn’t have access to, right now. It was easier to hate those who willingly aided Diavolo, rather than the chains he’d crafted to keep Lucifer in place. “They think I’m powerless, now. They’ve forgotten how quickly I would’ve slit their throats, a few weeks ago.”

Diavolo hummed, contemplatively. “Is bloodlust one of your new hobbies, too?”

Lucifer refused to indulge him with a response.

He turned away, focusing more intently on the lifeless horizon, but Diavolo didn’t seem to mind. He felt fingertips brush against his neck, then the dip of his shoulder, catching the hem of his robe and toying with the thin silk. Lucifer was tempted to bat his hand away, to remove himself completely and run off to hide in some deep, dark part of the estate, but he’d tried that, before, tried tearing down tapestries, breaking furniture, burning anything that could burn, like Satan had during his first rebellious phase. He’d attempted to jump off a balcony, once, one of the lower ones. That was how he’d discovered the collar’s secondary purpose. Diavolo had found him, carried him back inside while Lucifer shook and clawed at his own neck, his teeth embedded in his tongue to stop himself from crying out. He could still taste the blood, if he tried to.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had to hurt himself. Before he’d met Diavolo, surely. Before he learned not to give himself away so carelessly.

“Be patient with them.” He’d almost forgotten Diavolo was still there, still touching him. He couldn’t fathom how. Diavolo rarely ever left his side, these days. “They’re adjusting. I am royalty, as often as you claim I’ve convinced myself otherwise, and they couldn’t have expected their prince to dredge up such old traditions. Or for one of their Avatars to be such a stubborn lover.”

Something rustled in the dark greenery below. Lucifer’s throat felt dry. “And my brothers? Are they adjusting as well?”

“Beautifully.” Lucifer didn’t have to look at him. He could hear the smile in Diavolo’s voice, too bright to be ignored so easily. “It took some time. Mammon didn’t know what to do with himself, and the twins still don’t seem to trust me, but they seemed to understand after I explained the reason for your disappearance. They’re happy for you. Or, happy to see you relax, at least.” Diavolo paused, his head lulling to the side, his gaze falling, focusing on some indistinguishable point between Lucifer’s jaw and his collarbone. “It helps that they've taken... inspiration, from my actions. At this rate, a certain transfer student might find themself in the same situation as you.”

Something cold ran down Lucifer’s spine. “Are they—”

“I’ve asked Barbatos to keep an eye on the situation,” Diavolo assured, shifting, moving just close enough to splay a hand over the small of Lucifer’s back. “So little faith, my love.”

Lucifer sighed, shaking his head. It was an act of disagreeance rather than one of disobedience, a gesture he wouldn’t have risked centuries ago, millennia ago, when he was trapped in difference palaces under different skies, but if Diavolo saw an issue, he didn’t feel the need to correct it. Why would he? Lucifer had always been a subservient pet, albeit rarely a docile one. Making a few attempts to pull at his leash wouldn’t do anything to influence that perception. “I’m going to have a mess to clean up, when I get back.”

“That’s why this is so wonderful.” It almost amazed Lucifer, how genuinely Diavolo seemed to believe what he was saying. As if there was a part of Lucifer that already loved him, that would be ready to be loved, in return, as soon as it was given the right excuse. As if Lucifer wouldn’t have thought to snuff such a desire out the moment it began to manifest. “You’re not going to return. It’s not your mess, anymore. They’re not your responsibility. I know I can’t stop you from worrying about them, but you’ll finally be able to keep your distance.”

“And that’s supposed to make me happy?” His voice sounded hollow. Not weak, not defeated, just hollow. Indifferent. “Treating my brothers like strangers? Acting as if I’ve been buying my time, waiting to get away from them?”

He could feel Diavolo’s chest against his back, a smile pressed into the dip of his shoulder. It made it hard to breathe, despite how gentle he was being, how lightly he actually held Lucifer. It made everything feel just a little smaller, and Lucifer was getting tired of feeling small. “It’s supposed to let you be with me. It’s supposed to let us be together. Isn’t that enough?”

Lucifer didn’t answer. Diavolo didn’t seem to mind.

“I do love you,” He said, softly, quietly, his breath warm against Lucifer’s skin. “I know you don’t believe me. I’ve seen the way you act. I know your pride, and your tenacity. I know how you think love is supposed to look, and I only want to show you that there are other ways. You don’t have to keep pretending to be so content on your own. I could take care of you, if you’d let me.”

Lucifer wasn’t a child. He didn’t need to be taken care of. He didn’t need to be watched over, or safeguarded, or whisked away to the corners of his domain to be coddled and cradled and lied to. He didn’t need to be repressed, sedated, cut down to a fraction of himself and kept that way, but he’d said that, already, screamed it until his voice went hoarse then muttered it, again and again, whenever Diavolo was dared to step within earshot.

Diavolo could be careless, reckless, but he wasn’t a fool, he’d never invested in anything that couldn’t be of benefit to him or his kingdom, even if his romantic endeavors had always seemed one-sided, from Lucifer’s perspective. If he was willing to pursue Lucifer to such extents, there had to be something more behind his actions than deluded determination. There had to be something more to his motivation than the simple belief that Lucifer would come around, eventually, as long as he was given enough time to come to terms with his new living arrangement.

Lucifer detested the idea. It was an insult to his pride. It was an insult to his intelligence. It was an insult to everything he’d done, to his escape from the Celestial Realm, to the centuries he’d spent making a home for his brothers in the Devildom. He shouldn’t stand for it. He wouldn’t have, a month ago, a week ago, when he still thought he could make it out of this with his dignity unblemished. He wouldn't let himself fall so far.

But, he was so tired of trying things he already knew wouldn’t work.

He leaned into Diavolo. Gingerly, at first, carefully, then with more trust as Diavolo welcomed the gesture, repositioning himself to better support Lucifer. He raised a hand, then hesitated, but Lucifer was quick to catch his wrist, pulling him closer, leaning into his palm. It wasn’t much. He’d done more with less incentive hundreds of times before, thousands, but he’d never done it sober, or entirely conscious, or after Diavolo made it clear he wouldn’t let little moments of intimacy pass without a fight. With anyone else, it might’ve been too little, too late, but Lucifer knew desperation, and he knew what it could do to even the most rational of demons. He’d pushed Diavolo far past the point of desperation, by now.

“There’s a piano, right?” Lucifer asked, letting his voice soften into something sweet, something docile. He received a nod, in return, short, almost surprised. He might’ve laughed, if he could find the strength to try. “It’s been decades since I played for anyone, aside from my brothers. If you think you could stand to listen, I—”

“You don't even have to ask.” There was a brief silence, a fleeting kiss to the side of his neck. Lucifer tried not to think about it. He tried not to think about anything at all. “I'd love to.”

He let himself smile, at that.

As he had slowly learned, Lucifer was not terribly good at devotion.

But, if it meant slipping away a day sooner, he could act as if he was.

[drxwsyni]

Willing ︱Yandere Dabi x f!Reader

@riarora asked: “Could you do yandere Dabi x reader where the reader is one of those people who reads yandere fanfic and knows almost everything, including how to get out, but she doesn’t want to, cause it’s weirdly her dream?”

a/n: ahh yes some good ol’ self awareness. thanks for the request bby, i really liked writing this!

warnings: violence, swearing, kidnapping, suggestive themes

(2.5k words)

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It wasn’t hard to tell where Dabi’s intentions lied.

You’d spent more than enough time indulging yourself in mindless scrolling, reading piece after piece pertaining to a certain genre. One that in reality wasn’t the healthiest, but my god was it ever alluring.

Maybe you were lonely, or just apathetic to the red flags that this behaviour presented. Either way, the developing relationship you had with the man was one that you were all too familiar with.

At first it wasn’t obvious―you disregarded his actions as him shamelessly flirting. Dabi had a habit of pushing your buttons, getting you flustered and squirming under his gaze. You could tell he was enjoying himself, seeing what his words did to you.

Once he got bored of the verbal sentiments it moved on to something much more physical. An arm lazily draped around your shoulder, a grip on your chin forcing you to look at him when you turned away in embarrassment. He seemed to enjoy the temporary fear he placed in you when he came up behind you only to wrap his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you firmly into his chest. Every time he did it took you a moment to register the guilty party, but one glance down at the semi-scarred arms and you knew exactly who had scooped you up. If that wasn’t enough, the hot breath against the shell of your ear as he greeted you would do the trick.

If you didn’t know any better you would’ve assumed it was just his personality. The teasing nicknames and lingering stares could be seen as endearing for the most part.

It was when certain attributes bled into the relationship were you able to pick up on the motivation behind his mannerisms.

He had a temper―that much was obvious.

It was never a problem until you idly mentioned in passing conversation that you were saving up money to move away for college. He just...stopped. You thought he didn’t hear you, but not a moment later and he was laughing at you.

“The fuck do you need college for doll? You know that shit is a fucking scam.”

To be fair you never thought he’d have such a strong opinion. As far as you knew you were just some side chick he’d like to mess with when he was bored.

“Well I can’t just keep a dead end job forever. I’d like to move on eventually―meet new people, make better money, y’know…”

The two of you were at his apartment, your back turned to him as you made something to drink in the kitchen. You jumped slightly as one arm wrapped around your waist, the other coming to rest atop the counter in front to you.

His frame leaned into yours, your hip bones digging into the countertop. “What, so you’re just gonna abandon me for some shitty frat boys and student debt?”

The idea almost made you laugh. He was partly correct―the piling debt wouldn’t be fun, but you would have to deal with it just like every other student. As for the college hookups, well it wasn’t something you had actually thought about. You were feeling bold tonight, thinking that perhaps he should get a taste of his own teasing medicine. “Aw, you're not jealous of a few college goers, are you Dabi?”

The hand that was placed on the countertop came to drift towards your face, moving a wayward strand of hair behind your ear. “No need to be jealous of people who I know I’m better than sweets. Just worried about a pretty little thing like you getting hurt is all.”

You smiled at his concern, “I’m sure I can fend for myself, thank you very much.”

The grip on your waist tightened ever so slightly. “Can you though?”

“I don’t―”

“You can barely fucking handle when I mess with you.”

You turned around at the statement, slightly offended, coming face to face with his cold scowl. “Well maybe they won’t be as rude to me.”

At that Dabi’s lips formed into a smirk. “Oh, you think I’m being rude? You’ve got no idea what those little shits might get up to.”

His gaze was piercing, something you could never look at for a long time. You dropped your head slightly and averted your eyes to something else in the room to distract you. “I’ll never know if I don’t go, not like there’s much holding me back here anyways.”

The sudden feeling of Dabi gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger was momentarily jarring. It forced you to look up at his as he spoke, his other arm still pulling you close into his chest. “So you’re gonna let a bunch of strangers put their filthy little hands all over you? Not sure I like the sound of that princess.”

The closeness flooded your senses with the smell of smoke and cologne. You tried to put some distance between the two of you, but the counter was still pressed firmly into your back leaving no room for escape. “I’m not saying that―I just don’t see myself having a future here. I’ve gotta move on eventually.”

He gave a laugh in response, but it was closer to an exasperated huff. “Nah, fuck that. College is a waste of time, and I’m all the goddamn company you need if that’s what you’re looking for.”

“Listen, as boring as sitting through lectures sounds, I'll take it over my lame ass job any day. And no offence but you do tend to give me headaches with all the shit you put me through.” You made an attempt to move out of his grasp, but you were only met with him pushing you back into the counter quite roughly.

“You’re not going to fucking college.” He was still smirking, but the look in his eyes that was normally vibrant seemed...empty.

Well this wasn’t the turn of events you were expecting.

You liked to think you were a strong person, but his persistence in the matter was unnerving to say the least. “That’s not your decision to make.”

He laughed at your attempt to sound confident, “I can do whatever the fuck I want princess.”

His cocky attitude could almost make you scoff, if it weren’t for the subtle feeling that maybe, just maybe you shouldn’t push him.

...But where’s the fun in that?

“Whatever, I’m sure you can find someone else to annoy.” You turned back around to keep working on the abandoned drink, leaving him to settle his hands on your waist.

“There is nobody else.”

That made you feel a little better, having assumed he only kept you around for entertainment purposes before moving on to something―someone―more serious. But at the same time it was concerning―what was so special about you to him? “Well that’s too bad, I’m not staying here because some asshole is lonely.”

Dabi appeared to be amused with your attitude, hearing the low chuckle from behind you. He went back to having his arms wrapped around you from behind, leaning the side of his head up against yours.. “Aw, you sure dollface? I’ve heard I can be very convincing, bet I could get you to stay somehow.”

You shook your head at his response, “Doubt it. You’d have to do something pretty big to keep me here.”

“Well, I do have my ways sweetheart. Just not so sure you’d agree with what I have in mind.”

Threatening, but not explicit.

“That’s comforting.” This time when you moved to escape his grasp he let you, drink in hand while heading towards the living room couch. You settled on to the worn out cushions, sending Dabi a glare as he used your lap as a footrest when he draped his body across the free expanse of the seating.

Without another word on the subject he chose a movie, letting the room fall into a peaceful absence of conversation.

_____

It was only in your nature to reflect on that encounter with the scarred man, given your expanse of knowledge in regards to the certain kind of behaviour he briefly held.

To be honest it was the first time he showed any real commitment to your questionable relationship. The first time he made it clear that you were his sole focus.

It was nice, but you couldn’t help but pick up on the red flags.

He was a villain. An extremely powerful one at that. He’d mercilessly slaughtered countless people―surely that had some effect on his psyche? If there was any evidence for that, it was this. Nobody with his history just implies something so vaguely ominous without being serious.

But you would never know how serious he was if you didn’t do a little more prodding on the subject.

Just to be on the safe side, you didn’t tempt him with anything that’d make him specifically pissed over one person. If he truly was the person you thought, then you’d have to avoid being the reason he killed someone.

Instead, you took the passive route.

By now you’d given him your phone number, or rather he forced you, saying he would stop teasing you if you did so. Of course he didn’t stop, but that was behind you now.

After that night he seemed a little more...insistent. Usually Dabi wasn’t very talkative, but now he’d taken a liking to keeping up with you through text.

Sometimes it was just idle conversation, but it always had something to do with what you were doing: where you were, who you were with. The talks were still short, but he made the point to ask nonetheless. It gave you the perfect opportunity to push his buttons.

You wouldn’t answer him right away, or you’d be vague with your responses to his interrogative questions. The endeavour to irritate him did little at first, but the more you persisted, the more he got attached to you, the demanding side of his personality started to bleed into your life.

He’d get angry with you for ignoring him. Dabi wouldn’t obsessively spam you with texts―no, he preferred the few he did send to simply disturb you into replying. Warning you that this wouldn’t end well for you. That he knew you were ignoring him. That he’d make you regret acting so stuck up.

Should you have heeded these blatant warning signs? Abso-fucking-lutely.

Yet as time passed and he only got worse, the more you wanted to see just how far he’d be willing to go.

In hindsight, the idea wasn’t the best. You really were going to move away for college, start a new life, maybe meet that special someone.

But Dabi had other plans.

As much as you thought you were being delicate with his temper, his destructive practices proved that everything you had done to avoid violence was in vain.

You should have seen it coming.

He could’ve killed you―should’ve killed you―but he knew this was what he needed. You were what he needed. And the prospect of watching you slip out of his grasp wasn’t something he was ready for. But you were ready for it, and that was the problem. 

So Dabi smoked you out of the only place you could call home, along with destroying anything that’d keep you living with any semblance of independence.

The putrid smell of burning materials and, what you prayed wasn’t searing flesh, was the first to hit your senses. You were awake at the ungodly nightly hour the menace chose to send your apartment complex up in flames. If it weren’t for that you were convinced you would have perished in the fire. But Dabi probably planned for that, much like he probably planned for you to be forced out of the only exit that wasn’t being slowly cremated.

Out of the back exit and right into his arms, all the while you were still choking on the air that was riddled with deadly smoke just a few seconds ago. But he didn’t care, not when he had to stifle your screams with his hand, his other arm wrapped around your lower half, pulling you away from the complex where emergency first responders wouldn’t find you.

He let you look at the building that was gradually succumbing to the devastating effects of his quirk. You knew why he was doing it, but it still scared you.

“You see baby, this is what happens when you don’t listen to me. Take a good look at it, cause you’re never fucking comin’ back here again.” His voice was devoid of empathy, but why would he care in the first place? If anything, he was having fun with the matter.

It was your fault, you’d forced his hand. He wanted to be patient with you. Let you come to him.

But no, you had to piss him off. You deserved this for how much you put him through.

Maybe it was the lingering effects of the smoke that was making you lightheaded. Or perhaps the constricting feeling of Dabi’s arm wrapped around your throat. Realistically, it didn’t matter which was the final nail in your coffin. Soon enough you were passed out, body limp and defenceless in his arms to do whatever he pleased.

And so, when you finally came to, your predicament did not come as a surprise.

A chain wrapped around your ankle, secured firmly into the floor. You laid haphazardly on a bed in what you already knew to be Dabi’s old, fairly run down apartment.

He didn’t bother to wait for you to wake up, just leave you alone in the cold room to figure out what had happened.

But you were very aware of the situation.

This is what you wanted, right?

You pushed him. And now he was pushing back.

Out of pure instinct you gravitated towards yanking at the chains, doing anything to loosen them. Only after a few minutes of doing so you remembered just how you’d done your hair that day. Nothing special, but adorned with a few bobby pins.

And yet, when you removed one to pick at the lock, you stopped. Out of curiosity you taught yourself how to use the makeshift key to open such a device, but what was the point?

He’d only track you down if you got out. And judging by his character he wouldn’t be against some less than comfortable forms of punishment. It was clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to burn down anyone or anything in his way either. 

And when you spent so much time tempting him to do exactly this, why would you ruin it?

It wasn’t healthy, but it proved how much you meant to him. In an equally disturbing and endearing way, he cared about you. More than anyone else had cared about you before. College plans be damned, you could settle for this at least for the time being.

So you put the pins back in your hair, laying back against the firm mattress.

You didn’t entirely know what Dabi had in store for you, but that made it only the more intoxicating.

Eventually you heard the telltale heavy footsteps approaching the locked bedroom door.

You should’ve been scared. You should’ve been fighting tooth and nail to escape your bindings. But as the sound got louder, and the locks on the door shifted open, you could only think of one thing.

It was dangerous, but you still wanted to know the extent of his pent up desires. And subsequently, how you had to play your cards to reveal these traits without getting yourself or anyone else killed.

But no matter what happened, you wanted this.

[selfdulgent-selfinsert]

Wasn't sure where to send requests so I thought I should do it here. Would you do a Mercy/Reader or a Widowmaker/Reader. But where they're a yandere for the reader.

I’m sorry this took so long but thank you for being so patient! I hope you don’t mind some headcanons as I couldn’t really write anything satisfying.

Methods of Indulgence

Yandere! Mercy:

-She loves to spend every second with you; even to thepoint where it consumes her and she is teetering on neglecting her own dutiesand career.

-Prefers if you keep a quiet sequestered role withinOverwatch, it reduces your risk of being hurt but it also reduces the amount oftime she has to share you with others around the base.

-Monitors your health obsessively, with frequentrequests for checkups and even seeking to dissuade you from seeking specialistsshould you need them. She is all you need.

-Refuses to leave anyone else alone with you, oftentrying to poison the well and will tell you terrible things about others inorder to keep you away from them.

-Will even speak poorly about you to others in an effortto direct their attentions elsewhere

-She treads a fine social line when manipulating yoursocial reputation, often pressuring you to remain silent by claiming no onewill listen to you besides her; keeping you in limbo between an excellentworker but socially distant.

-Pushes for physical contact in order to comfort you,forgoing explaining herself if she’s ever caught (she assures she rarely is)and choosing instead to drown you in affection.

-Insists on brushing your hair no matter how short itis and preforming other basic hygiene activities. How else will you be healthyif you don’t have the lovely doctor to make sure you do it right.

-She harps on your intelligence, even if you hold thesame credentials as her; you’re her love but there’s no way you could besmarter than her. It’s not possible in her mind. Her ability to manipulate youand everyone else is so blatant in her mind to the point where everyone must bemoronic to not see it.

-Keeping you all to herself and the more she is ableto manipulate your perceptions the bigger her ego grows.

-You are toxic to an extent as you unintentionallyfeed her underlying narcissistic personality disorder; unable to fully expressherself due to the social pressure Angela feels in her work, she is unable torelish in her ego for everything she’s accomplished professionally but you aredifferent. You are personal conquest which she fined remarkable stunning inevery way yet she is able to keep you all to herself. She can brag, she can beselfish.

-She relishes in holding her intellect over you in themost passive-aggressive ways; casually doubting your work until you no longertrust yourself and even to the point where you begin to seek her approval orconformation for everything.

-You prove to her that she is, in fact, a genius,someone who could be touted as a god to every extent. The fact she is soeasily able to manipulate you and the approval you constantly seek feeds herhidden ego.

Yandere! Widowmaker:

-What she feels for you is more a sick fascination ratherthan love

-An apathetic woman, she loves to indulge in youremotions. Often harassing you until they seep forth.

-Being so emotionally dead, she doesn’t really relateto boundaries anymore. Hers are virtually nonexistent after her indoctrinationso yours don’t exist either. She loves watching you panic when she quietlyslips into the shower behind you. Only to suddenly and harshly grab your warmtender flesh to hear you scream.

-She becomes like an addict, craving your emotionaloutbursts; they are her own by proxy. Pushing you into the emotions she nolonger has the ability to experience.

-She is open about her manipulation, often calling youher “little mirror” and going on about how she can almost feel something likedelight when she sees you suffering.

-She keeps you all to herself, hidden away deep withinher large estate. Though unrestrained the fear which she instills is oftenenough to keep you away from any route of exit.

-If fear doesn’t do the trick she’s very well acquaintedwith torture; though she tries to restrain its use. She can’t have you broken likeher now can she.

-A little torture is okay, as a treat.

-However, physical violence is not off the table; ifshe wants you to cry, she *will* make you cry.

-Will indulge in your passions, giving you outlets foremotions to consume the end product. It’s not as satisfying but it’s mucheasier to take with her all over the world then dragging you along where EVERYONECAN SEE YOU.

-Her most prized possession, you are the workaroundbetween her trauma and emotions. She couldn’t live without you but you won’t livewithout her.

-Her need for you is singular but complex. Completelyparasitic as she only takes from you.

-Sure she provides luxury as a necessity but it onlyhurts more when it’s ripped from you. Leaving you to rot in the frigid cellaris much harder after you’d previously had comfort.

[chigusaeyes]

Nobuyuki thought(s) that i had

fyi Buyan = No[Bu]yuki + [yan]dere ; as Nobu & Yuki are shorthands already in use

This isn’t so much of an attempt to explain or Rationalize of Buyan’s means of expressing his yandere - it’s really more like a thought or consideration on things tying TO it and potentially something that, were I to write fanfic from his POV or angled around him as a character, I might...include or note upon at an appropriate point.

Note: screenshots that are not mine will be sourced, otherwise all screenshots ARE in fact mine.

SO.

Buyan is the Sanada clan heir. He is utterly devoted to his clan and his duties as heir - that has never been in question; he is responsible, he is trusted implicitly (by the Sanada and from the looks of it, by those in Ueda/at least the city (town?)) around the castle, and honestly, he’s adored - again by his clan and the others mentioned. Saizo is an exception insofar as adoration/etc, but he does seem to trust in the fact (at least) that Nobuyuki IS wholly dedicated to the Sanada and the clan’s well-being/future/etc.

I do not know how much background is given in other Sanada-related LI routes, but for certain in Buyan’s, it goes into his history/growing up, etc. 

At least...partially, as Buyan himself only reveals so much - some of those details, imo, are important! But ever the mysterious angel-faced manipulator, he almost always smoothly glides the conversation back to MC herself. Leaving MC up to learning from everyone around her + Buyan to inform her and fill her in - even Masayuki himself!

But the overall gist is that Nobuyuki’s life is not his own. His life is for the Sanada, he must live for them - both figuratively AND literally. It’s part of the final confrontation in his route - he must live, no matter the cost, as he is the one who will ensure the Sanada’s survival (and potential rebuilding and/or expansion, even) regardless of what happens to Yukimura and Masayuki.

As such, his life is planned out more or less from the beginning. Now, due to his temperament (likely how he’s been raised helps too, I’m sure, but his temperament is DEFINITELY suited to his role as clan heir), he has accepted this - his role, his duties, his Purpose...there’s no plot point in his route for him trying to shuck the role nor does MC try to convince him to live for himself, etc. 

Again, being clan heir suits him - he is a natural charmer, manipulation requires some practice but he’s clearly already a Master, as well as a tactician and, well, he’s fucking smart. No if and or buts about it.

The closest to anything approaching a negative is the weight of having to stay behind, unknowing of his brother, his father - the people important to him - until he gets news of them/they arrive home. And that IS hard. Yukimura is a brilliant warrior but he’s not invincible and he is the Warrior between the two of them. Buyan can clearly hold his own in a fight, he’s still a samurai after all, but again. Heir, not the Warrior.

Which, again, is said a number of times in his route & I wouldn’t doubt more than once in Yukkins’s own route, take just this scene for example:

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All of this rambling leads me to my main thought regarding his behavior towards MC in his route/previous ES/etc featuring him + MC; Nobuyuki’s life, purpose, existence...is the Sanada clan’s. His childhood wasn’t even his because after his & Yuki’s mother died, atop being heir, he more or less took over raising + tending to Yukimura as well (and in his subtle ways, continues to do so SOBS).

And just as his life is his clan’s, the clan has placed the entirety of their trust in his hands (not simply bc he is heir, he is a DAMN sharp man and brilliant politician, truly) and his decisions, thus, are taken more or less at face value. And because of this trust placed in him, his father has thus allowed Buyan to actually choose his own wife, rather than numerous attempts at arranging marriages/etc. 

Very impressive indeed.

It is a duty, of course, but one that Masayuki (and the clan) trust him to fill & trusts in his choice of a bride with essentially little to no questioning. Even as Masayuki knows about his son’s...occasional “eccentric behavior” and his strict list of necessary Sanada Bride qualifications. Buyan is, apparently, allowed to be as picky as he chooses.

Regardless of his son’s eccentricities, I have little reason to doubt that Masayuki has been one if the biggest (as Nobuyuki was older than Yukimura when their mother died, so she would have had time to influence/leave impressions on him herself) factors in Nobuyuki’s education, in all his duties as heir, not to mention implementing values upon Buyan - especially IN regards to marriage and finding a wife. 

This brings up questions that I have little time for, as analyzing Masayuki is not the point of this post. 

Instead, I would like to point out this particular piece of advice from Nobuyuki’s route and how it rings true to me in regards to his relationship with MC, regardless of his dangerously subtle yandere mentality:

Nobuyuki wants to know everything there is about MC. As suited to his subtle yandere ways, he will manipulate her and ensure that she comes to him to more or less reaffirm (to him, in his mind) that she does, in fact, want him. And that she loves him. 

He doesn’t not force or coerce these affirmations (I call these as such bc yandere-types frequently tend to need Affirmations from their Beloved to appease their obsession/possessiveness/insecurities/etc etc etc and while not blatant in this way, Buyan does seem to have at least a Smidge - even if it’s mostly for his), but instead sets up a strategic stage (arguably something of a game) that instead ensures MC comes to him herself and  As demonstrated in his thoughts from his Draughts of Starlight ES:

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Of course, there’ve been times where Buyan is caught off guard by things MC does, be it unexpected demonstrations of kindness/affection, making him his favorite dessert without her even knowing it is his favorite, her resilience & matching his own force of will when directly confronting him, etc etc etc. 

His reactions tend towards being surprised and then shifting to fascination and either amusement & often at least a level of curiosity OR as we do get to see, strong urges of affection. And when he shows that affection, boy, it is like unleashing a tidal wave. His feelings are next level Intense and his expression of them is no different.

Holy fuck, this is probably just vague tangents vaguely related to the entire reason I started this post in the first place at this point. Let’s get TO what I could have said in fewer words.

THOUGH, a quick addendum - regardless of his choice in wife, since whoever he chooses as his wife will meet those requirements of his (some exceptions, like noble lineage, are excused like in the Draughts ES because MC is Perfect in Every Way otherwise, and I assume the same goes for MC in his own route), she will thus be ideal and him, being the gentle yandere he is, would not want to let her go. Or for her to escape. The classic most example in Yukimura’s...route? (I’m fairly sure this is) in response to Saizo calling [Nobuyuki] his [future] wife’s [prison] Warden:

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God, I love your beautiful face and fluffy hair, Buyan. 

Ahem, anyways.

ALL of these various...points...I’ve touched upon, IN MY OPINION, all point to a likely...thought process? behind Buyan’s attitude towards his MC. The MC, his bride...

And it is in your best interest to NOT forget that she is his. Even you, Yukkins, cannot afford to pose a threat to your beloved brother in this regard:

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His, as Nobuyuki is keen to remind, [future] wife...

A person who was to fulfill yet another duty of his to his clan, a theoretical woman that was - regardless of even being his ideal bride - ultimately, intrinsically, merely part of one of the numerous obligations that were expected of him as heir...Well, back to his ES again (I had more screenshots myself to use as well but I spilled coffee on my laptop and now it’s drying SOB) to let Buyan say it himself:

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...turns out to be what/who he regards as The Greatest Blessing of his life. 

And not just randomly or by chance either. HE chose her himself, for himself, of his own volition. Somehow, within the contract - as he refers to it - of his life, one of the few things he could, in fact, choose for himself...brings him utter satisfaction. He’s not pleased, he feels blessed by this choice he made - taking a chance with a young woman who captured his fascination and hit essentially all his switches. Risky? Certainly.

But a risk he was willing to take and the payoff was more than even this angel-faced mastermind could have anticipated.

This boils down to, essentially, the fucking thought I had in the first place in regards to some contemplative insight into Buyan’s POV/Buyan focused perspective regarding his route’s MC. Let’s do a quick summary:

Nobuyuki is the clan heir, he was born into it, bound by the obligation, and was settled into his role very neatly.

Nobuyuki is allowed to make decisions for the Sanada as he is trusted by his clan & family.

Nobuyuki is trusted with these decisions and has the clan’s trust because he has obviously proven over the years, after getting involved in the duties as clan heir and future clan head, that his choices are those that will most benefit the clan.

Nobuyuki’s choices will always most benefit the clan, they must, and so while he has access to a wide variety of means to accomplish what must be done and he is allowed to make any choice (often without any explanation of what he did, or why he did, required of him), he ultimately is bound by the duty + obligation that whichever choice he makes, it is always for the clan’s greatest benefit.

Thus he is allowed to choose his own wife, so long as she is a suitable addition to the Sanada clan...and she meets his Must Haves list.

MC doesn’t have wealth, isn’t of a noble lineage, nor does she bring in any sort of plentiful dowry...But that is 1 miss versus hitting every. other. requirement. on Nobyuki’s Wifey Must Haves list.

Even before meeting her, he’s already decided that - once he has all the information on her collected (I’ll give him credit, he DID initially think this “interesting new retainer” of Shingen’s was a Uesugi spy so it’s not like he was just...randomly choosing young women to look into) - her actions demonstrate her courage and she might be just what he needs. For a few things. Jinpachi may have well confirmed or denied this since he’s been keeping an eye on MC for Nobuyuki until he got there.

Once he’s made his decision, he will stick to it because it would be a waste of (multiple) opportunities.

He didn’t think, of course, that he might catch Feelings (his ES also shares this in common), but really, when does anyone?

Insert drama.

In the end, he is able to have/keep the woman he’d chosen and she loves him and accepts him for who he is. According to her. Granted she sees him as more mischevious than dangerous, BUT, when you love a yandere wholeheartedly and they love you, I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s the overall perception???

They’ll be married, soon, and according to Buyan, he wants to be married a-fucking-sap. Enthusiasm? Honestly, I’m sure he does feel that. Officially binding the two of them together? Most certainly plays a part, too.

And thus: Nobuyuki loves MC and she loves him. He will do anything & everything he can to make her happy regardless that his foremost obligation is to prioritize his clan above all else.

He will ensure that she is so happy, so enraptured, SO in love with him...that her thoughts will be saturated with little else BUT him (he goes so far as to label this desire of his as a need of his). MC will NOT end up dissatisfied with him, she will NOT feel neglected feeling due to his duties...and as for him?

His bride. His wife [to-be]. His MC (he does refer to MC as his [MC’s name] in the Divine end. Divine end epilogue? UGH IF ONLY I HAD MY SCREENSHOTS). The woman he chose to fulfill one of the (few) obligations that he had (arguably) the most control over...is everything he could have expected. Even, dare I say, hoped for. 

MC bypassed Nobuyuki’s Very High and Specific Requirements and captured his heart utterly. Just as he’s captured her and her heart.

Regardless of some short-term surprise on his clan/father’s behalf, they all accept his explanation that she is exactly what the Sanada clan needs. And his clan does, in fact, fall in love with her. His father approves of her, regardless of her common birth, and Yukimura is SO enthusiastic about the two of them and is so happy for his brother - for the both of them. 

MC, in turn, accepts and loves them as her own family & clan (because they are as such now). She has promised herself to him and has promised to be with him through those heart-gripping times of waiting and the unknown, to support him in any way she can, and to stand at his side always. She is determined to do all she can as a Sanada bride, as the heir’s wife. As Nobuyuki’s wife.

His. His wife. His choice. His his his his HIS.

The bride, the wife, the woman he specifically chose for himself. Likely one of the very few, if next to never, self-serving choices he’s made. All wrapped up in an honest boon to the clan. An excellent decision, one that is trusted and accepted, that isn’t countered.

In my perspective, this utter...obsessive devotion, this possessive love, is likely fueled by the fact that a selfish decision on his part worked for beyond the good he could have expected and now he is never going to let her go. And he’s never going to allow anyone to threaten their happiness, their relationship, ever. Her eyes might remain on him, and he wants them too, and while he rains affection on her, he’ll have those who so much as stare at her too long thoroughly understand the risks (and even consequences) of such poorly thought out actions.

Thx for coming to my Excessively, Unnecessarily Long TedTalk on some minor...analysis of a small portion of Nobuyuki’s yandere thought process in relation to his MC.

[violetosprey]

Danger Factors of Yanderes

Little notes for myself here while I construct my thoughts.

I love yanderes the most for the horror element and to watch them being a villain.  They’re not a good love interest to have in real life, or even in fiction actually.  I keep saying “for obvious reasons,” but I don’t think I actually went out of my way to list those reasons come to think of it.

There’s a romantic attraction to yanderes because some people love the idea of “a person being completely devoted to them alone.”  I’d be a hypocrite if I didn’t admit that I feel that way too sometimes.  But a yandere head over heels for someone comes with a price.  They come with either one, or both, of the following problems.

1) When they are a threat to anyone who is NOT their love interest

One blatant problem with most yanderes is a disregard for others.  A yandere could range anywhere from being a generally good person (who gets a nervous tick with anything regarding their obsession) to a complete sociopath most of the time.  So I think this depends on their personality how bad they can get.

They could act completely normal or loving to their love interest, but behind the scenes they will have an intense hatred or disregard for anyone they see as either a rival, or just an obstacle for their “love.”

The danger here is that neither the friends or family of the yandere’s love interest are safe.  So while it sounds charming to have someone so devoted to you that they’ll take out your enemies, it’s horrifying to see them do something awful to someone you actually care about.  To the yandere, they themselves and the object of their obsession are the only things that matter in the world.  And that disregard for others’ lives is where the line gets drawn.  A yandere could do anything from:

- Threatening friends/family members not to contact the yandere’s object of obsession anymore

- Injuring or abusing said friends and family

- Even outright killing said friends and family

2) When they are a threat to their own love interest

In an even more unfortunate case, the yandere might not actually be as against harming their love interest as you’d expect.  A yandere would often consider the object of their obsession “already theirs.”  So this depends on how controlling a yandere is, and how easily they’ll get irritated over their love interest’s either oblivious or resistant behavior to the yandere’s “show of affection.”

So their love interest is not responding how they want them to?  Well the yandere will just be sure to MAKE them act the way they want them to.  Which means a yandere like this could perform any of these actions:

- Cutting off their love interest’s contact with friends/family through threats or subtle manipulation

- Manipulating their love interest into “feeling bad” about not paying the yandere more attention

- Stalking the object of their affection

- Kidnapping the object of their affection

- Physically abusing and/or sexually assaulting their love interest

- Killing their love interest in a fit of rage when nothing seems to get through to them

It really depends on the yandere’s character if only one of these elements or both end up present.  The point here is that their “love” has made them psychotic, and SOMEONE is in danger of getting hurt by it.  Yanderes are scary because you can’t always predict how far they’ll go.

So I always see yanderes as much more interesting villains or horror characters to defeat.  You COULD try to redeem them by having them learn to either let go of their love interest, or start to love someone as their equal, rather than their possession.  To go that route though, the story teller has to be pretty careful about how many terrible things the yandere gets away with though.  There are some things an audience will deem unforgivable, so keeping a happy end for a yandere realistic is a tricky task.

[yandere-daydreams]

Todoroki shoto being a horny masochistic man-baby sounds very entertaining atm. the poor darling is so confused but she literally has no choice but to play along with his fantasy if she doesnt wanna get roasted alive (exaggeration™)

Is it, though? I like the idea of Todoroki being a serial-yandere, if that makes sense. He’d just burn through his Darlings so quickly… It almost hurts him more than it hurts them.

Title: Heat.

TW: Unhealthy Relationship, Possessiveness, and Delusional Mindsets. 

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Shoto’s presence came with a certain, undefinable heat.

It was worse now than it usually was. In the back of his valet’s car, one of his arms wrapped around your midriff, keeping you pressed against his side despite all the many seats that’d allow you more space to breathe, there was no way to escape it, no way to deny it. In his penthouse, you could position yourself near a window, a balcony, something that would supply you fresh air and a route of escape, if you were desperate enough to use one. At his parties, on your dates, there were other people, voices and faces that balanced out Shoto’s suffocating oppression with an unfamiliar levity you’d never known to appreciate. Here, the windows were shaded, denying you a view of the passing city, and the only other person was a driver hidden behind a plane Shoto would never willingly ask to lower. He said he preferred to be alone, most of the time. He claimed to like the tranquility of it.

More realistically, you knew he preferred you to be alone. It was a terrible thing to think of your boyfriend, but he’d done little to prove your wrong.

Without warning, his hold on your waist tightened, dragging you into his lap while its twin rose up to cup your thigh, guiding you to straddle his hips with more force than he needed to use. His grip was too tight, his touch too strict, but the smile soon stretched over his lips is nothing short of tender, warm, loving. Fond, but the sort of fondness a small child would have for his favorite toy. Only bordering on the affection a lover should show to their companion. You tried to return something more genuine, albeit still obviously manufactured. Shoto didn’t seem to mind, though, his eyes sparkling as he stared up at you.

He let a lengthy, quiet moment pass before he bothered to speak. It was a moment too long, and yet, you quickly found yourself wishing it went on for just a few seconds longer. “I missed you,” He whispered, his voice hushed, but not secretive. Meant to be heard, but only half-aware that it was going to be. “I missed you. It’s terrible - I thought I was never going to see you again.”

“I never left,” You laughed, cupping his cheeks and tilting his head back, brushing back his bangs away to hastily press a kiss into his forehead. It felt too rushed, too hurried, but you quickly reminded yourself that ‘impatient and eager’ was exactly what Shoto was looking for. He wanted to think that you were happy to dote on him, he wanted to think that you wanted this. You used to find joy in that, but now, it felt more like an obligation than a favor. “I’ve been with you all night, baby.” All night, all day. It would’ve been all morning, too, if you’d taken up one of his many offers to move in with him. He liked to monopolize your time, and you liked to refuse to let him. “You can’t miss me if I don’t leave. I was extra careful this time, too, kept track of how many people I talked to and everything.”

At that, he smiled, melting to your palm as his arms returned to your hips, drawing you closer despite the nonexistent distance between your chest and his. “It’s not the same,” He mumbled, simultaneous more coherent and less purposeful than he was, a minute ago. “I can’t focus on you, not while I know other people are around. I don’t like the idea of someone else looking at you like I do, and I don’t like it when you let them.” The words were passionate, but not aggressive. Something he felt strongly about, but nothing he held against you. “It’s distracting. They’re always staring at you like a pack of feral mutts… I feel like they’ll jump on you the moment I look away.”

He was being honest, unusually so. Most of the time, you looked forward to Shoto’s rare moments of vulnerability, but when he chose to so blatant about emotions so ugly, he wasn’t looking for your acceptance. He wanted reassurance. He wanted comfort. “That’s why I have to stay so close to you,” You tried, the sentiment lighthearted and non-commital. Devoted, but not nearly as devoted as he seemed to be. “If I have you to protect me, they can’t, and you’re always going to protect me, right?”

This time, he laughed. Rather than making the obvious promises and taking the excuse to hold you even closer, to cling to you even tighter, he opted to pull back, to slump against the leather bench and stare. Unblinkingly, unwaveringly, unforgivingly. You froze on reflex, attempting to remember anything you might’ve said the wrong way or let him misinterpret, but it didn’t take you long to realize Shoto wasn’t angry. If anything, he was pleased, grinning as he scanned over you, all teeth and sharp edges and awful, unspoken threats. His hands dropped to your thighs unceremoniously, and with even less pageantry, he caught your gaze, urging you to follow in suit. Urging you to try and pretend that you weren’t shaking at the thought.

“You’re so good to me,” He admitted, the confession breathy, more of a stray exhale than a proper declaration. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it and you doubted it would be the last, but he sounded satisfied, contented. As if he couldn’t think of anything more blissful than lying back and letting you shiver and tremble on his lap. “I want to take care of you. I’m going to take care of you. You’re going to let me, aren’t you?”

You nodded. You didn’t hesitate, nor did you try to keep your voice even enough to give a verbal response. Shoto didn’t mind, though, his grin only broadening. There was more space between the two of you now, and yet, your skin was starting to burn where it made contact with his. His might as well’ve wrapped his hands around your neck, thrown you into a bonfire on his own. That would’ve been kinder than dragging it out for so long.

“And that’s why I’m going to,” He went on, leaning forward. “Because you love me as much as I love you, and you’re not going to do anything to force my hand. I won’t have to hurt you, and you’re not going to hurt me.”

You flinched back, opening your mouth ask him what he meant, but his lips were on yours before you could, his fingers entangled in your hair and his free arm around your torso, rooting you in place, as uncaring as it was merciless. You knew you should pull away. You should shove him and kick and yell until he let you go, until he understood how fucked up he was and saw that you weren’t the submissive, simple-minded creature he thought of you as. You knew you should, you knew you could, and yet…

And yet, you strung your arms around his neck, kissing him back with the same ferocity he’d used, with the same ruthless flame. With the same urgency and neediness and desperation. It wasn’t hard to see why, either.

You never would’ve lasted this long if you didn’t like playing with fire.