#stalker!obanai fanfic

[sugoi-writes]

Stalker/Ghost Face! Obanai Drabble

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A/N: Soooo, don't at me or nothing, but I think Obanai and Ghost Face is a match made in heaven. So I put a twist in it that doesn't instantly lead down a dark path/end, and is more stalker-y. Sorry not sorry.

TW: Stalking, yandere vibes. Iguro is thirsty and makes comments about your appearance, and pokes fun at you. Generally will be an unnerving guy. Also this hasn't been overly proof read, so sorry in advance.

W/N- Wrong Name

You've been warned!

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You would be messing with your hair with one hand, lounging casually on the couch with your phone closeby. You were pretty annoyed, as you had gone through and blocked so many numbers, seemingly with no end; your nerves were on edge.

Just when you think you get a moment to yourself for a drink, your phone goes off again... An unknown, blocked number is calling... You sighed, deciding you would give the receiving end a piece of your mind.

But when you answered with the intention of trolling.... a genuine, soft masculine voice enters the line. As he clears his throat, his voice begins filling your thoughts with cloudy, less tame images.

"Hello... I'm sorry to trouble you so late at night. Is W/N on the line?" You swallow, wishing it were you, secretly.

"Oh, no, I'm afraid you have the wrong number...," you reply softly. You hear the man on the other end sigh, defeated.

"My apologies. Thank you for--"

"W-Wait!!! I uhm-- I mean while you do have the wrong number, I could... take a message for them? Maybe pass it along?"

Oh you idiot, that'd never work! you thought. Now this unknown number guy was about to slip out of your fingers....

You can practially feel the smirk through the phone, as the stranger replies," So you do want to talk to me, after all..."

You tried to picture way his face would look, his eyes... his voice left so many things to your imagination. You sputter, coming down from the daze.

"N-Not like that, just... trying to help a friend out. Anyways, you were saying...??" Whoever W/N was... they SURE were lucky.

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You'd be carrying on this way for quite sometime, pulling one set of your curtains closed. You threw your head back as the man made you laugh again, and you heard him uproar just as much. You hadn't noticed you'd been on the line for an hour now, chatting away like he was the best of friends.

"And just what were your plans the rest of this evening, dear?"

Your heart thumped in your chest, as the innocent pet name made your stomach flutter.

"I-I uhh-- I was actually planning on watching a movie, believe it or not." You could hear the man hum softly, grinning still.

"Ohh, and what kind of a movie? Maybe a... scary movie?"

You blink, a little surprised that he had guessed," Y-Yeah... a new slasher sequel came out, and I wanted to finally give it a try." The man hums again in approval, making you squirm.

"Ahh, not a bad choice, not bad... is it your favorite?"

You shake your head, chuckling," N-Nah... my friend was gonna come over and watch it with me, but they had something come up. But they told me to go ahead. And well, I didn't wear these pajamas for nothing!"

You hear a sultry chuckle through the receiver, and some shuffling," Hmm... tell me... since your friend isn't there, do you think you can handle a movie like that? A person like you may need some... company... during such a scary movie," the man teased.

You snort, shaking your head," Pffft, nah, this movie isn't that scary... not NEARLY as bad as others. If I can get through the first, I can get through this one."

The male on the other end is quick to reply, his voice deepening.

"So... it doesn't happen to make you nervous that you're in a similar predicament to the the first? A person, all alone in their living room... answering their phone to find some stranger talking back to them?" When you don't reply, he doubles down.

"I know my voice is quite alluring, but surely you feel a little... uneasy?"

You blink, chuckling slightly," H-Haha... very funny!" You kid, rolling your eyes," I don't even have the same name as the main character...," you boast proudly.

"And what is your name, dear?" The man suddenly asks, leaning into the receiver. You can hear his slightly labored breathing, sending a chill down your spine.

"I-Its uhh... it's not really--"

"Ohh, I'm sorry... I don't mean to be rude. I'd just like to know the name of the person I'm looking at."

You freeze in place, eyes widening exponentially," w...what...?"

The man doesn't let up, repeating himself," I said I'd like to know the name of the person I'm talking to..."

You stagger backward, clutching your shirt as you look around yourself," Th...That's not what you said just now," you try to reply calmly, your eyes wide in fear.

"Ahh, well it can't be helped... I guess for now, I'll be content with looking at your cute pajamas... a little on the shorter side, but your legs look so nice, I can hardly look away..."

You're practically shaking, his voice low as if it were right next to you,"... and how that shirt hugs you, hmm... You look so innocent and sweet from here... But for now..." You breathing picks up, as you go to check each lock on your windows, curtains violently being closed.

"Wh--who the fuck are you?!?"

"That's not important for now, as you said. We'll speak again very soon, Y/N."

Click

You crumple to the floor, grasping at your chest as the reality of your situation sinks in...

This was only JUST beginning... wasn't it?

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Meanwhile, Obanai's watchful eyes are seemingly obscured from your visage... for now. His heterochromatic eyes flutter, as he clutches his cellphone just a little tighter.

"Ahh... almost blew my cover. I suppose I'll have to switch to letters for now... anything for my dear, naive little Y/N."

Obanai, like a wild animal, slinks stealthily from his tree's perch and dusts himself off. As he walks away, he couldnt help but notice sirens in the distance.

"...ahh... 'guess I really do need to be careful around you." Obanai mutters, slinking away just in time for the troops to swarm your house. He chuckles wetting his lips," ...but no one likes winning the game without a little bit of risk involved... I think I quite like this game already."

He glances back to your house, so far away from where he stood now. In an instant, he crushes his phone effortlessly, thinking ahead to cover his tracks. He turns away, grinning as he throws his smashed burner phone into a nearby gutter. In the next, his disposable gloves.

"Take care for now, love..."

[nyctoaerah]

⋆♱⋆YOU REAP WHAT YOU SOW

WARNINGS: Yandere Behaviors, Drugging, Abuse in form of ‘Training’, Breaking bones.

PAIRINGS: Yandere Hashiras & Yandere Uppermoons x Reader

You’re a fanfic writer who always enjoyed writing deranged yandere bullshit, and a sadistic one at that — you’re always making sure to make your mc’s suffer just because it’s satisfying, and they were never spared from the torturous path you laid out for them.

Little did you know that your grisly storytelling would come back to haunt you, for you ended up getting isekai’d on one of your fanfics, because for some reasons, life decided to be an ass, and the the grim reaper’s scythe whisked you away to the realm of one of your fanfics — and the sensation of being isekai’d into your own creation was disorienting, to say the least.

After all, the very same fanfic that you got reincarnated into was the most disturbing of them all — your yandere kimetsu no yaiba fanfic.

The atrocious acts you've inflicted upon your protagonist are beyond twisted, like seriously fucked up. You didn't just stop at giving them a shitty backstory and psychological trauma — oh no, you cranked it up a notch by tossing in a goddamn harem of yandere nutjobs. These thirsty-as-hell psychos were so off their rockers that they veered straight into bonkers territory, their obsession reaching levels that would make even a deranged serial killer blush.

They were downright bat-shit crazy over the MC, like, borderline certifiable. It was as if the MC was their holy grail, their reason for living.

Not the cute and endearing kind of devotion either; we’re talking hardcore, stalker-level obsession.

The only one who were somewhat less psycho yandereish was Mitsuri... but then there was Obanai, who was a walking danger zone on steroids...

Every damn piece of that twisted fanfic you cooked up is a total shitshow.

Kyojuro went batshit crazy over the MC because they stood up for him against his dickhead of a father. Shinobu turned into a psycho stalker because she couldn't wipe her own ass without the MC's help, resorting to schemes like trying to paralyze and drug them just to keep them on a leash.

Tengen who thought that he could charm the pants off the MC until he got a taste of competition and spiraled into a possessive man..

And then there’s Sanemi who’s the most cray cray of them all... He practically broke the mc’s bones and beat them up into a pulp, all because he couldn't handle his jealous rage and tried to pass it off as some sick form of ‘training’

And the demons? They’re more worst than the hashiras.

And the worst part of it all?

You were now the reincarnation of the MC.

©𝐍𝐲𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡 || 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.♡

𝐀/𝐍: this is just the outline but i think that i’ll publish this one on my wattpad soon after i finished doll smitten, still debating on whether i should make this one a female or male tho^^ +++ this one’s gonna be a harem.