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ice-cream-writes-stuff · 2 years ago

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Observations of Obsession

"Loving you wasn't enough, your supposed to love me back!"

♡《Sans/Au/Sanses Au [Yandere?] x Yandere Reader》♡

Au idea where the reader, or (Y/N), [PLAYERoR], loved Classic Sans. A unaware, nobody, in a true pacifist timeline. Meeting the pun-loving skeleton and created a whirlwind romance together.

But... RESET comes in play. The FIRST RESET.

Soon, it became, five, then eleven, twenty, O̷̧̡̢̢̨̢̢̨̼̹͕̙̬̫̯͉̳̠̳̮̤̹̻̥̝̪̠̰̰̦̫̠̳̺̜̱̞͉̣̜̮̰̹̘̾̍͆̆̑̃͌̅͜͝͠N̵̨̟̱̦̼͔͕̭̞̭̭̥͙̼̟̝̣͕̰͚̗̳̳̘̙̟͇͉̲͐̄͋́̇͌ͅͅE̸̢͇͕̗͗͒́̋̃̀͋̓̃̈͗̉̏̄̀̀͊̽͒͋̈́̈̊̈́̋̍̎͒̿̿̀̋̑̕͘̚̕͝͠ ̶̧̛̋̎̾̏̈́̅̀̐̋̿̾͋̊̀̉̅͒̃̅̅͂̽͊̊̉̆̓̄̇͗̉͐̎̓̽͐͒̿̉̎̇̾̂̈́̂͘̕͠͝H̶̛̘͖̺̠͇̲̏͊̌̏͐̃̂͗́͋̈́̂͛̆̽̍̄̏͒͐͗̐͘͝ͅÙ̸̧̨̫͔͔̝̘͉̫͙̗̥̙̞̗̭̣̖̫̲̼̤̙̠̭̙͔̣͎̣͇̘̰͍̞̖̺̣̽̃̊̊̀̑̽̾̄͐̾͆̋̀̀̀͑͊͑̑́̍́̾̿̈́̕̚̚͝͠͝ͅN̴̢͎̦̱̦̦͚͕̂̐͆̑͌́͘ͅD̷̨̨̡͔͖̯͚̮͔̝͚̳͎̭̞͖̥͓͚͔͕̹̣̳͍̱̥̜̙̤̠͇̼̘͕̱̖̳̺̤̫̗͙̤̗̫̈́̿̿̋̿̔͌̓͋̋̈́̃͋̈́̈́̈̄̉̀̇͌̈́̑́͒̉͗̇͂͊̃̿̐̇̽̽̍͒̇̀́͂͘͘͠͝͝ͅṚ̷̡̨̛͓̫͍̳̪̯̦̫̖̻̟̗̝̦̟̱̗̜̰̜̇̀̾̒͌̎̓̿̏̅̏͛̈̉̈́̀͐̆̑̃́̍̑̉̚͜͝ͅḚ̴̡̧̢̡̞̤͓̫̬̝͍̥̭͍̲̪͕͔̥̤̱̟̌̿̋͆̎͛D̵̢̢̧̢̡̡̡̗̮̗͍͉̘͕̲͚͈̺̟̝̠̠̟̺̰̟̤͈̳̫̻̬̱̻̭̭̗̼̦̗́̈̋̿̇͌͂̓̂̉̈́̆̂͒̈́͂̈́͛̓̍̽̆̈́͐͌̆́̔͐̏̎̓͒̕͘̚̕͜͝͠͠͝

Each RESET it becomes harder to meet, to enjoy one another's company, love each other.

But.. You don't give up. You don't want to give up. Ṡ̶̨̢̘̫̥͚̻̦̲̝̹͚̻̺̀̽̆͘̚͝a̴̛̜̫̱̝̼͔̘̠͈̪͖̘̗̖͗̾̔̾̃̓͋̀̓̒̓̋̋͝n̴͔̪̓̓͊̇̉̀̾̇͝ş̷̦͇͖̭̊͝ ̸̨̣͓̤̙̹̱̤̜̬̮͎̼̼̻́͌̋͛̈́̋́̈̆̊̌̕͝d̸̨̺̼̹͉̤̱͉͗̈́̋͌̏̽͛̅́̋͐͠͝i̶̡̢͇̠̼͕̮͗̇͆̓̊̐̈́͠d̴̢̠̞̉̂͑̉̃́ ̷̛̯̲̖͔̳̟̞͈̟̥̼̝̣̈́͊̀̀̈́̎̈̆͝t̶̖̭̼̜͙̋͌̀̃̽̈́̊͆́̊̅̉̒̕h̶̨̨͍̼͈̗͂͂̒̕͝o̴͓͐̂͊̀͊̄͌̍̕͘͘͠͝ư̶̧̢̲̗̭̺̽͒͌̈͗̚͝g̸̡̢̹̰͉͔̺̺͖̻̱̓̐̾͂̈͆̄h̸̢̨̤͖̜͓͔͍̰͈͛̀.̸͔̝̻͛͌̆̌̉̓̄

You put on a smile each time, happy to fall in love again.

It wasn't enough.

Filed with HEARTBREAK, you pray, beg, for the timeline to RESET. Wanting things to go back to "normal". To have the swest skele that shared you pain of Remembrance, in a world that would play on loop until it's unenviable END.

It's difficult. You could feel your sanity slipping away each time you see Sans and his everlasting grin.

To the point where you think it's mocking you each time he finds someone that interests him that isn't YOU.

This time. It's different. Please be different.

"That.. Can't be him? Is it?"

Watching closely, a skeleton, unlike the one you ADORED, sat happily on a park bench. Sketching out a picture on a small canvas. He hums a tune unfamiliar to you, completely absorbed in his art.

Occasionally looking up for reference for what caught his eye. Even muttering to a giant paint

Clutching your chest, you could feel your insides becoming cold.

'That. Is...'

N̷̨̨͙̰̜̜̥̣̖̠̭̦͕̬̙̹̹̝̿̈̾͊ơ̴̢̡̧̛̩̟̳̫͖̬͔̭͖̳̦̦̞̳͉̬͈̘͇͉̻̟̪̈̊͆͌́͒̑̈́̔̏̄̓̊̌̏͛͋̀̽̌́̓̂͛̉̑̋̃̒̎̚͘̕̚̚͠ͅͅt̴͓͔̤̰͇̙̒̓̈̊̂͋̍͗́̀̈̀̔̀͂́͘͘͘̕͝͝h̴̡̡̨̡͇͖͔͍̞̙͍͕̹̮̜̝͓̝̅̌̿͗͛̊̊́̿̀̂̄̆̌́̈́̉̚̚͜͜͝��̨̢̡̲̮̝̜̯͓̙̜̘̫̱͔͇̬̹̙̰̟̫ͅi̶̢͍̗̲̞͂̀̃͑̎̈́̾̉̑̅̀̑̌m̴̢̨̡̦̠͚̥̺͈̩̮̟̬͕̫̤̜̃́̐̎n̵̛̛̬̩̰͓̬͓̎̐̓̈́͑̐̎̈́̀͌̈̃̓̀̿͋ơ̴̲̗͍͈̬͈͈̙̖̰̏̄̌̽͊͗͋̓̅̇̏̈́̐̍̾̇̿̒̄͛̂̓͐́̚͘͠t̴̨̨̛̻̻̝̮̃̊̀̄̔̎̃̀̈̓̿͋͌͐͌͂̄̅̂̈́͂̈́́̚͘͝h̸̢̛͙̘̰̤͓̬̦͎͕̖̫̥͉̰͈̲͇̮̓̑̐͌̈́̂̿̊̏̒̋̃͌̾̍̑̓́͋̒͐̄̓̔͘̕͘̚͝͠Y̶̧̧̡̧̡̭͔̥͕͖̜̺͙̪̞̰̱̙̰̞̗͎͚̭͍͙͉̗̗͈͚͍̩͚̱̜͖̞̝̳͓̙̩͕̌̋͋̍̾̒̾͋͌̉̄̄͛̊͊͂͊̈́̀͂̐̓̔͌̂̊́̏̑̎̿̈́̏̊̇̔̓̍̔̈́͌̈́̈́͌̾̊̚͜͝ͅỚ̸̢̡̛̱̮̬͚̭̘̖̠̤̟̳͚̲̖̯͇̜͔̮͎̲̬͈͔̂̐͂̏̃̈́̿̊̅̃̽͊̍̂̎̌͗͑̋̊̃̽̂̑̅̓͂͂̓͑͊̈̆̈̍͝ͅY̴̨̡̨̧̧̛͙̬͈̟̱͎̫̰̳̜̦̠̪͕͍͖̹̬̹̬̫̻̞͓̫͈̹̣̺͓̜̼̩͖͊͋́̑̈́̋͂͑̈́̍̆̆́̿̃͑̇͗̋̿͌̃͒͗̈̋͐̓̌͌̚͜͝ͅR̷̡̨̢̢̧̢̛̬̥̫̖̠̯͈̖̣͕̮̹̝̩̝̟̼̱͎̬̼̲̥̟͇̲̲̲͈̞̻̲̻͌̉̈́̇̆͗̀͗̒̓̾͂̽̍̽̇̐̋̾͘̚͝ͅN̸̬̓̿̀̉̎͂͒̆̽̉͐̄Ơ̷̛̮̗̯̗̗̬̰̱̍̓̏̈́́̆̔͆̍̍̌̾̄̉̿̈́́͘̕͘͘̕͝͝T̸̨̀̆̎̏̈͋̈́͐̈́̅͐͂͐̈́̈́͊̈́̌̋̈́͝͝͝͝H̵̢̡̧̧̨̢̨̧̤̺̘̟̫̳͈̦̖͎̼̖̻̯̩͖̲̗̙̯̜̮̯͕̙̣̝͈̮̩̙̺̥̝̠̬̼̼͓̙̼̖͂̈̔̐̀͗̀̒͒̅̒̓̇͑̓̽͂̀̿̄̊͋͠͝͝͝͝͠Į̷̧̧̡̧̱̲͍͕̰̘̤͎͓̳̜̪̗̰͇̲̰̬̰͖̯̠͕̫̰͈̥̞̮̣̲̠̝̳̭͛̌̈́̀͛́̆̈́̅̽́͗̉̽̑͒̎͆̀̉̑̅̅̀͒́͛̆̉̀̏̇̿͌̓̓̽̑̈́̑̈̌͑́͜͜͝͝͝M̶̧̲͇̼̱̗̞͉̺̦͙̬͓̲̆̑͊̇̽̊̎͂̉̏̈́͘̕

'Odd.'

I̶̧̨̨̢̛̟̯̱̬͉̭͖͙̻͔̝̯̘̬͈͕̙̭͕̬̩̞͖̖̻͙͓̬̱̰̩̳͚̮̻͚̽͒͆͐̉͆͌̃͐̅̊͜͜͜͜͝ͅͅͅT̶̡̢̢̻̬͈͈̹̜̳̝̫̪͉͔̩̲̙̱̞̤̭̬͎̣̭̱̗̻͚̙̰̤̤̘̈́̏̈͋̇̏̈́̋́̈̀͒͊͑̏̓͊̐̽͛͊̂̾̓͜͜͜ͅͅŜ̵̛̫̞͍̍̄͋̅̓̆͆̅̿̏̍͐̍́͆̿̓̂̅̑̏̈́͌̑͒̒̄̇͛̑̀̉̀̊̔̚̕̚͜͜͝͝͝Y̵̡̧̧̯̺͚̟̹̮̟͖̗̫̗͙̟͎̹͔͇̗̭̮̰͍̫͎̲̰̹̠̖͉̪̗̗̠̞̟̱͚̯̗͇̫̅͠Ơ̴̡̡̡̬͍̦̺̦̼̤̯̝̙͉͈̤͕͕̩̞͉̜̰̗̝̞͓͖͈̟̞͓̦̱̖͚͈̤̜̼̗͚̥̂̑̐̀͂̋̀͗̾̓̐̎̈̋̈̑͗̆̿͗̃̋̽̌͛̑͒̒͌͋̕͜͜͜͜͠ͅƯ̶̰̯̯̫̫̙͚̪̯̭͉̜̟͈̼̦͍̣̒̈́̓͂̒̽̅̊͑̌̇̆͗͊̏͌͐̀̈̈̋͛͂̇̿̆̾̊̄̃̇̋̄́̃̏̓͋̅́̚̕͘͝͝��I̷̢̘̳̲͚͎̣͈̠̬͇̦̖̼̬̭̺͔͖̻̤̦̤̱̱̘̥̋̇̆̏͒͒͒̈̀̑͑͒́̀̈́̀́̓͗̏̕͠͝T̵̢̤̦͉̯͚̗̱̭̫̝̘͈͑̐̒̓̀̈́͊́̈́̂̾̔̽̓̒̽̊̚̚̚͜͜͠ͅŠ̵̢̧̛͕̪̝̤̜̣̩̠̩̗̭̘̲̯̠͚̗͖̹͖̠̜̯̳͚̳͕͓͔̟͕̬̫̯̮͕͍͍̤͓̞̻̻̰͗̾̾̈́͜R̴̡̧̢̪̬̟͚̜̣̹̼̮͔̟̪̭̗̰͙̦̟̮̙͍̲͓̦͎͇̜̳̣͙͉̭̥͎̪̝͓̒̏̌̆̽̌͊̎̾̾̀̈̾̅́̋̒̉͑̌̿͊̔̾̕̚͘̚͘͜͜͝ͅE̴̡̨̢̧̢̨̡̛̛̛͕̝͔̪̝͚̗͍͈̦͚̥͓͕̰̥̺̪͕̱͚̯̦͖̩̣̭͍̥͇͓̥̹͚̬̫̳̤͊̾̆̓̽̑͊́͂̽̽̇̍̔̃̇̅͛͛̋̽̈́͘̚͜͝ͅͅA̵̟̮̪̰͍̘̤̬̜̩̗̠͑̐̔͊̈̉́̈́̀́̆̐̈̄͆̓̑͑͜͠Ļ̵̢̢̛̛͉͍̫͉̬̮͎͇̠͙̤̣͕̮̻̈́̀̇͛̈́̊̀͒̉̋̍͆̑͆̓͗͌́̅͐̃̄̏̎̍̕̚͘͜͝ͅL̶̫̩̲̙̳̗̞͓͓̮̹̾Y̵̡͉̪̳̐Y̶̨̢̢̧̛͓̬̬̘̭̦̻͕͎̭̠̻̱͚̯̹͖͈̾̀̉͗̔̀̓̽͛͛̂̂́̀̑͐͊̉͂̑͌̀̀̂̒̎͒̋̈͛̀̈́̚͘͘̕̚͜͠Ơ̵̡̢̹͕̘͉̟̯͉̞̭͉͇̦͍̥̱̗̹̩̱͚̜͉̻̮̯̭̗̱̱̫͉̊̃̀͆̑͆͒̀̊̔͗͊̌̒̇̆̅͝Ư̷̡̢̬̱͚̜̬͖̣̰̞̫͍͇̹̲̻̻̠̙̟̗̳̠̱͈̟̇̿́̃̐̾̊͛̕̚͜ͅ

Creeping closer, you do your best to look approachable and casual. Face contorting into one of passiveness, trying to hold in your grin as the stranger looks up.

"Wow.."

He mumbles to himself.

Your steps become a bit slower, trying to listen in on his quiet conversation with his paint brush.

"Broomy, you think.. Yeah.. Impressions are needed!"

While your back was turn, he opens up a pink vial, then a yellow one, chugging them down quickly as he stands up from his spot Urgently packing his items and grabbing his Broomy, calling out to you loudly.

"Hey!"

You stop, turning around, ablit suprised that he was running after you and wanting your attention.

You couldn't let a chance like this slip.

"Hi! I'm Ink! What's your name, pal~!" He stated cheerily, eye-lights a shapped differently from the white ones you were used to seeing.

His right socket held a yellow question marked eye-light. The other was a heart, pink fading in yellow with a hint of red.

A smile, a big, giant smile is what you gave him.

"I'm-"

It's the start of something new. Something horrible.

Ink introduces you world's you couldn't even fathom.

You were... Happy. So happy.

You realized that, in some instances in other worlds. Sans, whether or not. Was unhappy.

It made you sick.

Something inside you clicked B̷̢̼̙͇͓̞̠̭̜͉̖̪͖̱̭̹̼͔̮̹͈͉̘̲̘̝̰͖͙̭̲̺̬̮̙̞̫̤̰̌̐́̏͊͒̐̈̍̈́̄̕͜͜͜͝ͅŗ̶̧̧̢̧̢̛͎͖̟͎͖͉͎̮̲͇̦̝̰̯͍̹͈̬̘͉͈̤̦̠̲̖̮̗̠̝͔̠͈̻̙͈͗̅̽̓̊̿͆́̓͋̎͌̾̾͌̑̔̐̋̆̉́̕͜͠ͅO̴̖͍͔̪͔͚̭̜̘͇͍̣͖̱̜̘͓̠̖̖̻͑̑́̏̈́̂̿̈́̾̔̄̑̓̀͆͋͌̄͑̃͆̎̂͛̾̀̎͐́͋͆͘̚͘͝ͅĶ̸̡̨̛͈͙͍̭̲͍̭̩̝̳̤̮̜͔͈̳̣͕̻̭͈͇̻̩͕͎̦̣̙͎̺̫̲̺́̓̓̀͛́͗̽̄́͋̎͂̅̆̾̀̚̕͜͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅȩ̵̨̨̡̨̧̛̮̞̻̼̯̰͈̮̳̼͉̭̮̗̥͓͇̠̻͕̻̭͓̝̜̤̳̼̪̣̞͉͍̺̼̘̤͎͖̮̒̍̃̎̀͗̊͆̎̄̒̄̍̓̈̉̊͌́̈́̏͋͌̐̓̑̈̌͂̚̚̕̚͜͜͠͝͠͝͝

You want love, you a whirlwind romance, you want SANS.

And you'll do anything for that feeling, ̢̨̢̨̪̟̤͎̲̪̫̱͉̪̯͚̤̜̳͚̘̗̖̯̠̦̖̥̭̱̼͓L̶̢̢̢̨̢̨̛͖̠̝̹̫̬̠̯͉̺͖̣͔̩̪̟̤͎̲̪̫̱͉̪̯͚̤̜̳͚̘̗̖̯̠̦̖̥̭̱̼͓̳̎̊̈̇͐̒̇͊̈́̆̆̈̎̇̑̋͛̇͆͌̐̀̑̓͌͋̈͒͘͠͠ͅoV̵̛͙̲͉̫̼̻̫̈̍̑̍͑̐̄̾̐̀͒̑̒̾̏͛̉̿̾͐̂͂̋̔͆̃́̓̈͒͗̿́́́͒̉̋̕̚̚͝͠͝e.

So willTHEY.

[I got bit by the Undertale bug, again, ]

[Whoo-boy, okay, this idea came to me when I was looking over my old au sans x reader one-shot book on wattpad. Then Underverse happend then.. Yeah. Asks for this Au are appreciated so much!]

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envillenx · 1 year ago

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Hey, it’s been a while

I’ve been really busy with school and other stuff, I mean I’m still gonna post sometimes but idk.

Anyway here’s a yan sans

#yandere #yandere sans #yandere classic sans #classic sans #yandere art

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cherubmm · 14 days ago

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Classic classic classic! Can I have a hug from my lovely skeleton monster now?

Yes! Yes! You can!!! Definitely!!!

Sorry⎯

I got silly when I draw him 👉👈

#₊·꒰ა 👁️‍🗨️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ cheru's arts #sans x reader #sans x y/n #classic sans #₊·꒰ა 👁️‍🗨️ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ «not» yandere

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susartwork · 2 years ago

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It wiz and underwizerd wiz was in jail

Why and what for

And who put them in jail?

Both classic Wiz and HT!Wiz went to jail for things like a bar fight, using magic outside of friendly combat (with intent to hurt), and breaking into buildings.

Classic Wiz will claim to have done worse in his life but has not been punished.

He never hurt anyone though, he's weak o-o

Differently from him HT!Wiz that... once ended in jail for murder.

Royal Guards put them in jail. Even Undyne and Papyrus :)

Plz if anyone has any theories on this, gimme them

#ask answered #ask-yandere-sci #underwizard #uw!sans #uw alternative timeline #uw hopeless timeline #hopeless uw!sans #the roleplayed timeline #You probably know who he murdered if you saw one of my old posts.#The reaction of Fell and Sci to Wiz in jail is somewhat funny.#Really nobody expected it?#Even classic Wiz is a criminal.#Also ye Idk if anyone has theories about my AU #If someone does I'd like to read them 👉👈

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izmaddieyt · 1 year ago

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I did it- the 4 extra photos are for SBnightmares,errors,asys,and VHS since theres are to blurry to see what they say! This took way to long:') i cant even fit all the tags- they remind me of these things:)

If you had to come up with one small thing that you associated with each of the Sanses, what would those things be?

They can be anything, whether it's a food, a piece of clothing, a logo, a shape, a random object, etc.

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s-aint-elmo · 2 months ago

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*twirling my hair* do you have some good yuri manga recs?

(lying on my stomach and kicking my feet) i'm SO glad you asked!

to preface this i'll be excluding better-known yuri or yuri that's recently gotten its flowers (whether thru virality or adaptations) (e.g. in love with the villainess, love bullet, bloom into you, etc. etc.) and will instead be recc'ing works i don't often encounter in the wild. some will be more well-known than others, but all of these i've enjoyed and would encourage others to check out! under the cut because. this got. so long. i heart yuri <3

multi-chapter

the princess of sylph (ongoing; self-publishing): plot-heavy fantasy yuri between a bereaved princess with the aura of a thousand sad hamsters and a persistent nun whose silliness conceals a deep well of trauma. gushed about it plenty here. i recommend starting with the serialized version, the proceeding to the twitter version + extras. cw: blood, violence, dismemberment (nothing too graphic, more standard monster-fighting fare).

i love amy (completed): school loner strikes an unlikely friendship with the girl known (and feared) for her violent tendencies and single-minded obsession with the school prince. cute but striking and skilled art with a surprisingly nuanced handling of trauma and neurodivergence. cw: attempted child murder, animal death (non-graphic). there are also depictions of standard yandere fare (kidnapping, torture basements) but they're always presented comedically.

i see you, aizawa-san! (ongoing): girl who steadfastly pretends not to see ghosts meets one she just can't seem to ignore: a deceased classmate and former j-pop idol, who has taken to haunting their classroom. ft. art that harkens back to classic shoujo and a supernatural mystery centred on the relationship between the two leads--that one of them can't seem to remember. cw: blood, body horror.

school zone girls (on hiatus): slice of life yuri comedy ft. a massive interconnected web of girls spanning at least three schools. it juggles gut-busting comedy with genuine heartfelt moments of character growth and connection and expresses it all through a solid, dynamic art style. the sprawling cast also makes for incredible outsider pov moments that lets us really appreciate how far some characters have gotten. this genuinely motivated me to revamp how i approached ensemble casts for my ocs.

brides of iberis (completed): wedding planner unenthusiastic about her engagement falls in love with a bride she's taken as a client. bittersweet but deeply loving; and so compassionate to each and every character, even the men the female leads have relationships with. cw: infidelity.

destroy it all and love me in hell! (ongoing): model student finds her miserable, tightly controlled life unraveling after being blackmailed by the class truant into indulging her ugliest impulses. toxic yuri extravaganza eleganza between two girls desperate for escape and the catharsis of fucking! shit! up!!! also hits that sweet sweet "love triangle as a conflict of ideals" beat. cw: blackmail, coercion, bullying, violence, emotional abuse, physical abuse, verbal abuse, adult/minor relationship.

yuri is forbidden for the yuri otaku (completed): passionate himejoshi enrolls in an all-girls private school to observe class s yuri in action, but never to engage in it herself--at least, until a misunderstanding wins her the resident gyaru's heart. a surprisingly poignant exploration of being queer in a repressive society and experiencing your queerness through the safety of unobtainable fantasy.

the superstar idol crushes on me today too (ongoing): failed idol-slash-middling radio personality finds an unwanted superfan in the country's biggest superstar. explores the merit of pursuing your artistic passions in the face of repeated failure, and what makes an emotional anchor in the fraught seas of showbiz. they are also just so so funny. what if i emphatically declare you my rival in show business but you've been in love with me since you saw me in a cooking show as a child actor and you take any excuse to spend time with me and have my attention with blinding enthusiasm

normality and monsters (ongoing): outcast weirdo witnesses the class idol devour their homeroom teacher in one bite and begs to be trained in the art of appearing normal. the art is snappy and charismatic, the monster design is properly grotesque, and the friendship of convenience between the two leads teeters between overcoming the monster's nature and just being a prelude to the monster acquiring a new meatsuit. cw: blood, gore, death, body horror.

a monster wants to eat me (ongoing): suicidal girl meets carnivore mermaid who promises to eat her if she develops a desire to live. it's been a while since i read this one, but the monster designs are once again sick as fuck and the drama of being cared for by a creature that finds you tantalizing is sooo juicy. cw: suicidal ideation, blood, gore, violence, body horror.

liar satsuki can see death (completed): high schooler who can see corpses before the death occurs strives to save as many lives as possible despite being branded a liar by the entire student body. this and ryouko's other manga, a walk to death, are pretty banging declarations on the value of living ironically (or maybe aptly) wrapped in so much death. blanket cw for blood, gore and death bc i tell you every mini-arc somebody dies in a fun new way and we'd be here all day if we listed them out.

anthology:

i'm the villainess but i'm being captured by the heroine?!: an anthology featuring heroines of otome games swerving hard and sweeping the villainess off her feet. i am such a sucker for villainess yuri. mean women forever. my favourite chapters are vol. 1 ch.1 and vol. 2 chs. 1 and 4.

honourable mentions:

my idol sits the next desk over! (completed): loner idol otaku ends up deskmates with her oshi and between jealous sabotage from a rival stan and the herculean task of acting normal around your fave, lands herself in the first and closest friend group of her life. one girl does explicitly have romantic feelings for another girl, but i bumped it down here because it isn't explored to the extent it could have been. it felt like it was setting up a slow burn only to end abruptly. do not recommend if you want a love story, do recommend if you want lonely people forging deep and enduring bonds of friendship.

the one within the villainess (ongoing): the villainess of an otome game reawakens for her condemnation and sets off on a path of vengeance for the sake of the beloved transmigrator who's occupied her body for years. it's ostensibly het, but to hear the way that the villainess speaks of her transmigrator, the first person to love her wholeheartedly and wish for her happiness and so inadvertently prevent her from becoming the hollow bitter woman she originally grew into...... like. that is yuri. like what if i knew your life in its entirety and loved you for it and i found myself in the position to give you the happiness i always wished for you to have. what if we wrote fix-it fic for each other on the fabric of the universe. what if we never even had a conversation but we knew each other the best and loved each other most. and we were both girls. do you understand why i'm insane about them. cw: blood, gore, violence.

#asks #manga #manga recommendations #yuri #please feel free to tell me if i missed any cws since i'm not usually someone who needs them #the superstar idol is like mayakuro if the rivalry was one-sided and maya was twice as open abt her claudine obsession #as i'm answering this i realize quite a bit has piled up in my inbox. i will. get to that #i waffled abt adding otherside picnic but i figured it's got a decent presence. but if u haven't heard of it and u like supernatural yuri #others i didn't add are: office romance ayaka loves hiroko; highschool makeover romance useless princesses (too long since i read it);#genderbender boyfriend sometimes girlfriend (too few chs out to judge how it handles gender n sexuality but rlly cute getting together);#highschool makeover romance 2 i was confessed to by my beautiful oshi #please tell me if you read any of these n what you think! i'd love to chat n i can't keep bombarding my one friend who'll listen #mine

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uwukillmenowowo · 7 months ago

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Hello I have a request can you do a various Yandere MHA x Reader (like class 1a vs class 1b type of stuff) if that's comfortable with you!

WOOOOO!! I don’t mind at all :D

Haha I hope this is good- This is rlly my first time writing a Yandere Varius X Reader soooo......

HHHHHNNNNNGGGGG

COMPETITION

(Yandere BNHA X F!Reader!)

Notes:

Reader/ [Y/n] will be female for the sake of ✨Cliche writing~!✨

[Y/n]'s quirk allows her to manipulate water Juvia Lockser style [I chose water because it goes well with a lot of the class's quirks]

[Y/n]'s personality is the classic "Naive, innocent, strawberry milk sweetheart"

I may have left out something but I forgot what it was... :(

I hope it's still good tho :)

Lately all your friends have been acting weird. They want to do stuff like hanging out with you more, have a spar, have a snack, study, stuff like that. At first you found it cute and spent time with whoever asked first... but now... things have become... rough.

{Your POV}

~~~~~

"[Y/n]-Chaann~!" I yelped as I suddenly got hugged from behind. "Mina..?" I questioned. I heard her laugh and when I turned around, I saw the whole Bakusquad there. "What's up guys?" I asked as I tilted my head.

"Oh! We were planning to hit up the arcade. You wanna join?" Kriishima asked as he slung his arm around Kaminari. I groaned and rubbed my arm. "Sorry guys, I have something going on." They looked dissappointed but Bakugo just seemed pissed. More so than usual. "AH?! What could be more important? You're already hella smart and your quirk is kick ass!" I chuckled and blushed at the praise. "Yeah... True... It is only grocery shopping...but-"

"Then we can go to the arcade and then we can walk with you to the store."Kaminari suggested. "O-Oh! You don't have to! I mean- I still have-" Before I was able to finish my sentence, the door to the class opened and I saw Tetsutetsu, Kuroiro, Shiozaki, and Kendo. "Good afternoon. Is [Y/n]-San here?" I smiled and told the people in front of me goodbye before I jogged to the door. "Sorry! Just saying my goodbyes. We can go now." I told Kendo.

She smiled at me and in return, Tetsutetsu linked our arms and dragged me and the 1-B students away.

{Third POV}

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It was silence for a while as class 1-A stared at the door that was left open. "WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY IS SHE HANGING OUT WITH THOSE CLASS B NOBODIES?!?" Screamed the blonde haired boy as he activated his quirk. "*hmph* Bakugo, calm down, we all agreed that we wouldn't act against each other until [Y/n] gave an answer." A black haired male ran into front of Bakugo to stop his quirk. "*Tch*... Dammit four eyes-" Bakugo glared at the class president before groaning and exited the class.

"Bakugo? Where are you going?!" Yaoyorozu asked, worried that [Y/n] might see all their true colours. "MAKING SURE THOSE EXTRAS DON'T DO STUPID SHIT!"

Everyone else in the class sighed. They also wanted to do the same but they know it will be suspicious.

{Your POV}

~~~~~

I thanked Shiozaki as she bought us all ice cream. "You really didn't have to buy these..." I smiled and licked my [Fav. Flavor] ice cream. "And Tetsutetsu, you don't have to hold my grocery bags." But Tetsutetsu and Shiozaki just looked more proud and happy with themselves. "We can walk you home too is you want?" Kendo asked as she stood behind me.

I sweatdropped. "Oh! That's too much! It's getting dark so I can't! You guys need to get home too so-" "I'm sure it'll be fine. We live in the same area anyways." Kuroiro said, looking at the others. "Are you sre? If it gets too late than you guys can stay over for the night..." That made the four of them smile. "Oh we won't take long, I'm sure" I smiled back and sighed. "Okay, fine. Let's go."

{Third POV}

~~~~~

"SHE'S GONNA- *MMPHHH*" Bakugo flailed around as the other grabbed him, covering his mouth and pulled him back into their hiding space. "Shhhhuuu! Bakubro she's gonna hear you!" Kirishima whispered and he used his quirk and hugged Bakugo to trap him. "Ahh! What should we do?!" Ashido asked as she gripped her hair.

"Don't worry. I texted the chat." "YOU DID WHAT?!?" The Bakusquad all glared at Kaminari. "Huh? What was that?" The Bakusquad all ducked into the alleyway, tightly holding onto the explosive Pomeranian. "[Y/n]... We should go. They could be a thief, or a villain." They heard a member of Class B suggest. "Hmm... Okay. Let's hurry."

They heard the group that they were tailing start to jog and they all shared their annoyance. "*Tch* It's no use. They're all at [Y/n]'s home so there's no point in tailing them anymore." Sero groaned and facepalmed. "That sucks. 'Cause Midoriya, Todoroki, and Iida are already on their way. So are Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Jiro." The Bakusquad grit their teeth while Bakugo activated his quirk, letting out muffled yells. "This stupid idiot-" Sero sighed and smacked the back of Kaminari's head. "Hey!"

But before Kaminari could respond, the three boys he mentioned earlier just arrived, along with Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, and Jiro arrived. "Where are they?!" Midoriya asked as he kept a straight face.

"Simple~ Anywhere where no class 1-A morons are!" Out came a voice that 1-A was all too familiar with. "OF COURSE IT'S YOU, COPYCAT!" Bakugo yelled, getting out of Kirishima's grip. The "Copycat" just laughed and from both side of the ally, came more students from class 1-B. "An ambush?! So you knew?" Yaoyorozu stated firmly, reaching for her stomach and pulled out a spear while the other class 1-A activated their quirks.

"Whoa... Whoa... Settle down! You wouldn't want dearest to find out about this little thing do you~?" Kaibara chuckled as he pulled out his phone with a video that the 1-A students knew all too much about. A video of... a certain person who... let's just say tried to do bad stuff to our dear reader. "How?" Iida demanded, getting into a fighting position.

Monoma stepped forwards. "Relax~ We won't actually do anything yet." He laughed as he clapped twice. At the signal, Class 1-B all charged at 1-A. Because of the small allyway they were in, class 1-A had trouble controlling their quirks. I mean, sure they have control but their anger of being blackmailed messed with them.

"You tell her and I swear on All Might's name I will completely mmmmmmhh- frick you up." Uraraka exclaimed, pouting. "Ohhhh no~ We're so scared" Kodai responded with sarcasm. After a great stare off, they all launched their attacks both sides determined to beat the other to prove the strength of their love.

[Request for Pt.2]

AAAHHHHH!!! THIS WAS BAD IT HAD MORE RIVALRY THAN... STUFF

THIS WAS HONESTLY MY FIRST TIME WRITING A YANDERE x READER- SOOOOOO I HAD NO CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH THE PLOT MY MIND JUST WENT. "Okay, fight, love, hate, fight, kill, blood, love, jelly jelly, tsun tsun, fight, jelly, hate, love, blood, tsun tsun, blood, fight, kill, jelly jelly."

#Yandere BNHA #class 1 a #class 1 b #Yandere #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #requested

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lunardragon00 · 6 months ago

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The Diner (San x Reader)

Student!Choi San x Teacher!Reader

Summary: San, a college student, falls into a dangerous obsession with his professor. Driven by delusions and a warped sense of connection, boundaries are crossed.

Warnings: obsessive behavior // unhealthy mindset // tame yandere behavior

Word Count: 5,394

The first day of the fall semester at South Seoul University was always bustling with excitement and anticipation. Choi San, a junior majoring in psychology, navigated the crowded campus with practiced ease. Tall, with a disarming smile and an effortless charm, he was well-liked by both his peers and professors.

He entered the lecture hall for his new elective, "Advanced Literature and Human Behavior, where Professor L/N stood at the front of the room, her presence commanding and serene. She was known for her intelligence, her eloquent speech, and the way she could hold a room captive with her lectures. Today, she wore a simple yet elegant outfit that exuded confidence. San took a seat near the back, his eyes fixated on her as she began to speak.

"Good morning, class. I am Professor L/N. In this course, we will explore the intricate relationship between literature and the human psyche. Through various texts, we will examine how characters are driven by their desires, fears, and obsessions."

San's interest was piqued. As she spoke, he found himself drawn not just to her words, but to the way she carried herself, the subtle expressions that played across her face, and the melodic cadence of her voice. Each moment seemed to pull him deeper into a fascination that was quickly becoming an obsession.

Over the weeks, San's attendance became flawless. He sat closer to the front, his eyes never leaving her. He began to notice little things—how she sipped her coffee, the delicate way she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, the light perfume she wore. Every detail became a cherished part of his growing fixation.

San's friends noticed his change in behavior. He was quieter, more withdrawn, and always seemed to be lost in thought. He spent hours outside of class researching Y/N—her publications, her background, anything that could bring him closer to understanding her. He convinced himself that he was not just another student to her, but someone special. He saw meaning in every smile she directed at the class, every piece of feedback on his assignments.

It was now a random day during the semester, students had become antsy and stressed due to Mid-Terms being right around the corner. Sitting in lecture, San found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything other than Y/N. His notebook lay open in front of him, pages filled with detailed notes from her lectures, but his pen hovered idly above the paper.

Professor L/N was discussing the psychological underpinnings of classic literature, her voice steady and engaging despite the palpable tension in the room. "In many of these stories, characters are driven by their desires, sometimes to the point of obsession. It's important to consider how these intense emotions can cloud judgment and lead to irrational behavior."

San's heart raced at her words. It felt as if she were speaking directly to him, acknowledging the turmoil within his own mind. He shifted in his seat, trying to catch her eye. She continued, oblivious to the thoughts spiraling in San's head.

After class, San lingered in the hallway, pretending to review his notes. He watched as students filed out, chatting animatedly about the upcoming exams. Finally, Y/N stepped out of the lecture hall, her expression tired but composed. San took a deep breath and approached her, his palms sweating.

"Professor L/N," he called, his voice wavering slightly. She turned to face him, a polite smile on her lips.

"Yes, San? How can I help you?"

"I was hoping to get some clarification on today's lecture," he said, his voice steadier now. "The part about obsession and how it influences behavior... I found it really fascinating."

Y/N's smile widened, and she nodded. "Of course, San. I'm glad you found it interesting. Obsession can be a powerful force, often leading people to act in ways they wouldn't normally consider. It's a topic that resonates with many students, especially given the pressures of academic life."

San's heart swelled at her words. He imagined that there was a hidden message in her response, a recognition of his feelings. "I'd love to discuss it more in depth sometime," he blurted out. "Maybe over coffee?"

Y/N hesitated, a flicker of concern crossing her face. "I'm quite busy with midterms coming up, but perhaps we can find some time during my office hours," she suggested diplomatically.

San's smile faltered, but he nodded quickly. "Of course, I understand. I'll check your schedule."

As his teacher walked away, San's mind raced. He was certain she was just being cautious due to her position. He convinced himself that once midterms were over, she would be more open to spending time with him outside of the academic setting.

The week of midterms arrived, and the campus was abuzz with a mix of anxiety and determination. San's focus was divided between his studies and his fixation on Y/N. He spent countless hours in the library, surrounded by textbooks and notes, but his thoughts constantly drifted to her.

One evening, as he poured over his psychology textbook, his phone buzzed with a notification. It was a reminder for Y/N's office hours the next day. San's heart leapt. He saw this as his chance to finally break through the professional barrier that separated them.

The next afternoon, San arrived at Y/N's office with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He knocked lightly on the door, and her voice called out, "Come in."

He stepped inside, finding her seated at her desk, papers strewn about. She looked up and smiled warmly. "Oh, San come in. How can I help you today?"

San sat down, clutching his notebook. "I wanted to talk more about the lecture on obsession," he began. "I've been thinking about it a lot, and I feel like it's something I can relate to on a personal level."

Y/N nodded, her expression attentive. "It's a common experience, especially in intense environments like university. It's important to recognize when these feelings start to impact your well-being and behavior."

San leaned forward, his eyes intense. "What if the obsession isn't harmful? What if it's just a deep admiration for someone who inspires you?"

Y/N's gaze softened, but there was a hint of caution. "Admiration is natural, San, but it's crucial to maintain healthy boundaries. It's easy for admiration to tip into obsession, which can become overwhelming for both the admirer and the object of their affection."

San's heart pounded in his chest. He wanted to tell her everything—to confess his feelings, to explain how every moment with her in class was a lifeline. But he knew he had to be careful, to not scare her away.

"I understand," he said finally, forcing a smile.

"Good. Well, if that was all the questions you had, you are more than welcome to go about your day, Mr. Choi." She offered him a kind smile, one that always made his heart race and thoughts run wild.

For San, this smile was an invitation. He saw it as her wanting to spend more time with him. Being the obsessed person he was, he decided to take full advantage of that.

"Actually," he said, not getting up, "I was wondering if you had any additional reading recommendations related to the lecture? I find the topic so fascinating, and I want to explore it further."

Y/N seemed pleased by his eagerness to learn. "Of course, San. Let me write down a few titles for you." She turned to her bookshelf and began to jot down a list of books.

As she wrote, San's eyes roved over her office, noting the personal touches—a framed photo of her family, a vase of fresh flowers, a mug that read "World's Best Professor." These details made him feel closer to her, as if he were getting a glimpse into her private world.

Y/N handed him the list. "These should give you a deeper understanding of the psychological aspects of obsession and admiration."

"Thank you, Professor Y/N," San said, taking the paper from her. He lingered for a moment longer, searching for another reason to stay.

"Is there anything else, San?" she asked, her tone still polite but with a hint of impatience.

"No, that's all for now," he replied, standing up reluctantly. "Thank you for your time."

As he left her office, San felt a mix of triumph and frustration. He had managed to spend a little more time with her, but it wasn't enough. It was never enough. His mind churned with thoughts of their next encounter and how he could deepen their connection.

As the days went by, San's obsession intensified. He found himself thinking about Y/N constantly, his thoughts consumed by her smile, her voice, her presence. He started to follow her routine more closely, noting the times she left her office, the paths she took around campus, and the places she frequented.

One evening, San decided to take things a step further. He waited outside the café where he knew she liked to unwind after a long day. He positioned himself at a table near the back, hidden from immediate view but with a clear sightline to her usual spot by the window.

When Y/N arrived, San's heart skipped a beat. She ordered her usual drink and settled down with a book. He watched her intently, imagining what it would be like to sit across from her, to share in her quiet moments.

After a while, Y/N glanced up and saw San. Her expression registered surprise, and she gave him a polite nod. San took this as a sign. He stood up and walked over to her table, trying to appear casual.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor Y/N," he said with a smile.

Y/N looked up, clearly caught off guard. "San, what a surprise. Do you come here often?"

"Sometimes," he lied, "when I need a break from studying. Do you mind if I join you?"

Y/N hesitated for a fraction of a second before nodding. "Sure, have a seat."

San's heart soared as he sat down. They talked about mundane things—classes, upcoming exams, favorite books. San soaked up every word, every gesture, feeling an intoxicating closeness to her.

As the evening wore on, Y/N glanced at her watch. "I should get going. It was nice chatting with you, San."

"Likewise, Professor," he said, standing up as she did. "Maybe we can do this again sometime?"

Y/N smiled politely. "Perhaps. Goodnight, San."

San watched her leave, his mind already planning their next encounter. He was convinced that she was starting to see him in a different light, that their relationship was progressing just as he had hoped. The line between admiration and obsession had long since blurred, and San was unable to see the reality of his actions.

San made sure to keep a safe distance, his footsteps light and deliberate. The evening was cool, the streets dimly lit by streetlights. His heart pounded with a mixture of excitement and anxiety. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but his obsession with Y/N had clouded his judgment.

San's mind raced with thoughts, he imagined her looking out the window of her room and seeing him, a moment of recognition where she understood his devotion. He was always there for her, always watching, always waiting.

As Y/N walked through the quiet streets, San followed closely, hiding in the shadows. She was completely oblivious to his presence, her mind likely occupied with the day's events and the tasks awaiting her at home. San's eyes were fixed on her, every step bringing him closer to the culmination of his fantasies.

When Y/N finally reached her apartment building, she fumbled with her keys before disappearing inside. San lingered across the street, his gaze locked on her window. San pictured their life together—a life where he could take care of her, love her, and be the one she turned to every night. He imagined them having arguments, as all couples do, but he would always yield, always let her win. And in the end, she would kiss him goodnight, a gesture of their unbreakable bond.

He stood there for what felt like hours, waiting for a glimpse of her through the window. The anticipation gnawed at him, feeding his delusions. He wanted to believe that his persistence would eventually be rewarded, that she would see him as the devoted lover he was convinced he could be.

As the night grew colder, San's resolve only strengthened. He would wait for as long as it took, convinced that his unwavering dedication would break through any barriers between them. He knew he had to be careful, to not get caught, but the risk only added to the thrill. His obsession had taken root deep within him, and there was no turning back.

This had now become a tradition for him, every day he would follow her to the cafe and then follow her home and keep on eye on her window, taking note of her nightly routine. However, this night was different. Instead of Y/N being in her home office for an hour or two, she quickly disappeared to where her bathroom was. San watched as she walked around her bedroom, gathering clothes and then disappearing to her bathroom again. She was going out, she had to have been. Every time she reappeared, something about her was different. She walked out once in her robe, another time she was wearing different clothes, and the last time she had her hair and he assumes her makeup done as well.

San's heart raced with anticipation. He needed to know where she was going. The idea of her being out without him, possibly meeting someone else, gnawed at his mind. He needed to be closer, to be a part of her world in a more intimate way.

San's eyes remained glued to her apartment as he saw a Y/N leave. He waited patiently on the corner, hiding in the shadows. It was easy to slip across the street and into the building. He had watched her routine long enough to know when the coast was clear. Landing on his feet, he moved with a practiced ease.

He entered the building through the back, navigating the hallways silently until he reached her door. With a few deft movements, he picked the lock and slipped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. The thrill of being in her space, surrounded by her scent and belongings, was intoxicating.

San moved through the kitchen, looking for something to eat, not because he was hungry, but because it made him feel more connected to her. He opened the refrigerator and grabbed an apple, taking a bite as he wandered through her apartment. He examined everything closely, memorizing the details he hadn’t been able to see from outside.

As he walked into her bedroom, he saw the clothes she had been trying on earlier strewn across the bed. He reached out and touched them, feeling the fabric between his fingers. His gaze then fell on her vanity, where her makeup and perfume bottles were neatly arranged. He picked up a bottle of her favorite perfume, inhaling deeply, the scent filling his senses and further fueling his obsession.

San knew he needed to leave something behind, a small token that would let her know he had been there, without causing her too much alarm. He scanned the room, looking for the perfect item. His eyes settled on a small photo frame on her bedside table. It was a picture of her with a group of friends, laughing and happy. He carefully placed it on her pillow, making sure it was slightly tilted, just enough for her to notice.

Before leaving, San walked through the living room, his eyes landing on a book she had been reading. He picked it up, flipping through the pages, and then set it back down, slightly askew. He wanted her to know he had been there, to feel his presence even when she couldn't see him.

He left her apartment the same way he had come in, making sure everything was as he had found it, except for the small changes he had made. When Y/N returned home late that night, tired but content from her evening out, she immediately sensed something was off. She noticed the photo frame on her pillow, the book slightly out of place. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized someone had been in her home.

Her first instinct was to call the police, but then she saw the small changes—so personal, almost intimate. It was as if someone wanted to leave a message. She felt a chill run down her spine, wondering who it could be and why they had chosen to invade her personal space.

She picked up the photo frame from her pillow, staring at it with a mix of confusion and fear. The feeling of being watched, of someone knowing her routine so well, was deeply unsettling. She looked around her apartment, trying to see if anything else was out of place.

Y/N decided to change her locks the next day and maybe even install a security system. She couldn't shake the feeling that whoever had been here would come back.

As his obsession deepened, San's grades and social life began to suffer. He stopped spending time with his friends, opting instead to follow Y/N's every move and decipher the "messages" she was sending him. His coursework in other classes slipped, and even in Y/N’s class, he started falling behind, too absorbed in his fantasies to focus on the actual material.

Y/N, concerned about San's sudden decline in performance, decided to have a one-on-one session with him. She hoped to understand what was going on and help him get back on track, unaware that this interaction would only add fuel to the fire of his obsession.

San walked into Y/N's office, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. This was what he had been waiting for—a chance to be alone with her, to feel her undivided attention. Y/N greeted him with a warm smile, gesturing for him to take a seat.

"San, I've noticed your grades have been slipping recently," she began, her tone gentle yet firm. "You're one of my brightest students, and it concerns me to see you struggling. Is everything okay?"

San's eyes lit up at her concern, interpreting it as a sign of her deepening affection for him. "I'm sorry, Professor L/N," he said softly. "I've just had a lot on my mind lately."

Y/N nodded, leaning forward slightly. "I understand that college can be overwhelming. If there's anything specific troubling you, I'm here to help."

San took a deep breath, his heart racing. He wanted to pour out his feelings, to tell her everything, but he knew he had to be careful. "It's just...sometimes I feel like I can't concentrate on anything."

Y/N's expression shifted to one of concern. "That sounds really tough. You know, It's important to find a balance. Is there anything specific that's been distracting you?"

San hesitated, his mind racing. He knew he couldn’t tell her the truth, not directly. “It’s just… personal stuff,” he said vaguely. “But it’s like, in your class, I feel a connection. Like, I can really understand what you’re teaching because you make it so interesting.”

Y/N offered a sympathetic smile. “I’m glad you find the class engaging, but it’s important to make sure your focus isn’t solely on one thing. Have you considered talking to a counselor? They might be able to help you manage your stress and find ways to balance everything better.”

San shook his head, feeling a pang of frustration. He didn’t need a counselor; he needed her to understand. “I don’t think a counselor can help. It’s more than just stress. It’s like… I feel like you’re the only one who really gets me.”

Y/N’s concern deepened, but she kept her voice calm. “San, it’s great that you feel a connection in class, but it’s important to have support from multiple sources. Have you talked to your friends about how you’re feeling?”

San’s expression darkened. “My friends don’t understand. They think I’m just being weird.”

Y/N took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “Well, It’s important for you to build a support network outside of academic relationships. I would recommend taking this weekend to spend some time with them. Holidays are around the corner too, maybe try connecting with your family. I know you've mentioned in the past how close you are to your grandparents, why not give them a call? ”

San’s heart sank, but he forced a smile. “I understand. I’ll try to focus more on my other classes and talk to my friends.”

Y/N nodded, relief evident in her eyes. “That’s good to hear. Remember, my office hours are always open if you need help with class-related issues, but for personal matters, it’s best to seek out a counselor or talk to those close to you.”

As San left her office, his mind was a whirlwind of emotions. Her words had been clear, yet he twisted them in his mind, convinced that she was simply being cautious because of their roles. He saw her concern as further proof of her feelings for him, believing that she was trying to protect him in her own way. To San, this was her way of saying that their connection was too special to be publicly acknowledged.

San started writing lengthy, impassioned letters to Y/N, which he never sent but kept hidden in his room. He recorded her lectures, playing them back repeatedly to catch any nuances he might have missed. Each lecture was analyzed for hidden meanings, every smile or comment dissected and interpreted as a message meant for him.

His friends, noticing his drastic change, tried to intervene. "San, you're scaring us," one of them said during a rare group meeting. "You need to get help. This isn't healthy." But San brushed them off, convinced that they didn't understand the depth of his connection with Y/N. He stopped attending social gatherings altogether, isolating himself in his obsession.

One evening, as he was listening to a recording of Y/N's latest lecture, he heard what he believed to be a hidden message. "Sometimes, the things we desire most are right in front of us, but we have to be careful not to let our desires consume us," she had said.

To San, this was a clear sign. She was acknowledging their connection, warning him to be patient. But his patience was wearing thin. He needed to act, to show her that he understood her signals and was ready to take their relationship to the next level.

That night, driven by his delusions, San decided to visit Y/N's apartment once more. He had convinced himself that he needed to see her, to prove his devotion. He waited outside her building, his heart racing as he watched the lights go out one by one.

When he was sure she was alone, he approached the building, slipping inside as someone exited. San's heart pounded in his chest as he approached Y/N's apartment door. He had been so sure that tonight was the night to act, to prove his devotion and show her that he understood the secret messages she was sending him. But as he stood outside her door, ready to knock, he heard voices inside.

One voice was unmistakably Y/N's, but the other was an unknown male. San's stomach twisted with a mixture of jealousy and rage. Who could she be with at this hour? What did this mean for their supposed connection?

He pressed his ear against the door, straining to hear their conversation. The male voice was deep and unfamiliar, and they seemed to be discussing something mundane—work, perhaps. The rational part of San's mind tried to reason that it could be a colleague or a friend, but the obsessive part of him latched onto the idea that this man was a threat to his relationship with Y/N.

San felt a surge of desperation. He had to know who this man was, and more importantly, what he meant to Y/N. His mind raced with paranoid thoughts, each one feeding his growing delusion. Maybe this was a test, he thought. Maybe Y/N wanted to see how much he cared, how far he was willing to go for her.

Driven by this twisted logic, San decided to wait. He moved to a shadowed corner of the hallway, where he could see the door but remain hidden. He would wait for the man to leave, and then he would confront Y/N. He would make her understand that they were meant to be together.

As the minutes ticked by, San's mind churned with increasingly frantic thoughts. He replayed every interaction he had ever had with Y/N, looking for clues and signs. He convinced himself that this man was a temporary obstacle, someone Y/N was using to test his devotion.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the door opened. San held his breath as the man stepped out. He was tall, well-dressed, and completely unfamiliar. The man said something to Y/N, who crossed through the doorway, and she laughed—a sound that sent a pang of jealousy through San.

San watched as they both walked down the hallway and disappeared around the corner. Waiting a few moments to ensure they were gone, San moved swiftly and silently to Y/N's apartment door. His heart pounded in his chest as he tried the handle, finding it unlocked. With a mixture of excitement and guilt, he slipped inside, closing the door softly behind him.

The apartment was dimly lit, and everything was eerily quiet. San's senses heightened as he moved through the familiar space, searching for anything that would deepen his understanding of Y/N and their supposed bond.

He started in the bedroom, where he knew Y/N kept personal items. He rifled through drawers and shelves, looking for something that spoke of her private life. His hands trembled as he found a small box hidden under her bed. Opening it cautiously, he discovered a wallet-sized picture of Y/N with her family—a snapshot of happiness frozen in time.

San's heart swelled with possessiveness as he slipped the picture into his pocket. He continued his search, finding a strip of photos from a photobooth, tucked away in another compartment of the box. These glimpses into Y/N's personal life fueled his delusion, convincing him that he was meant to be a part of her world.

In his relentless quest for more, San stumbled upon a notebook on Y/N's desk. Flipping through its pages, he found scribbled notes and reminders, but what caught his eye was her phone number written on a post-it note stuck to the inside cover.

A rush of triumph surged through him as he carefully peeled off the post-it note and pocketed it, feeling a sense of power knowing he now possessed a direct connection to Y/N.

But underneath the thrill, a nagging doubt tugged at San's mind. Was this really the right thing to do? He pushed aside the guilt, justifying his actions with the belief that he was simply proving his commitment to Y/N, showing her that he understood her on a level no one else could.

Leaving Y/N's apartment with his newfound treasures, San felt a mixture of exhilaration and fear. He knew he was crossing a line, but his obsession had clouded his judgment. Little did he realize, his actions were pushing him further away from the connection he so desperately craved, instead solidifying his descent into a dangerous obsession.

As San left Y/N's apartment, his mind raced with a mixture of emotions. The thrill of finding personal mementos and tangible connections to Y/N clashed with a growing sense of guilt and unease. He couldn't shake the feeling that what he had done was wrong, that he had violated Y/N's privacy in the most intimate way possible.

Outside, the night air felt cold against his skin, matching the chill that had settled in his heart. He walked quickly, the stolen items burning in his pockets like weights dragging him down. Every step seemed heavier than the last, each one a reminder of how far he had strayed from reality.

As he approached his own apartment building, San's thoughts spiraled. He pulled out the wallet-sized photo of Y/N with her family and stared at it, feeling a pang of longing mixed with possessiveness. He had wanted to feel closer to her, to understand her better, but now he felt farther away than ever.

Entering his apartment, San locked the door behind him and sank onto the couch. The weight of what he had done pressed down on him, suffocating him with guilt. He laid out the stolen items on the coffee table—the photo, the strip of photobooth pictures, and the post-it note with Y/N's phone number.

Looking at them now, they seemed more than just objects. They were symbols of his obsession, of his misguided belief that he could possess Y/N's affection through sheer determination. But instead of feeling closer to her, he felt further away. He had crossed a line he couldn't uncross, and now he was alone with the consequences.

San's phone buzzed, startling him out of his reverie. It was a message from one of his friends, asking where he had been and if everything was okay. He hesitated, fingers hovering over the keys. How could he explain what he had done? How could he tell them about the darkness that had consumed him, driving him to such desperate measures?

Instead of replying, San turned off his phone and buried his face in his hands. Shame and regret washed over him in waves. He knew he had to confront what he had done, to face the reality of his actions. But the fear of losing Y/N, of losing the fantasy he had built around her, kept him paralyzed.

Hours passed as San sat alone in the dimly lit apartment, lost in his thoughts. The stolen items lay abandoned on the table, accusing him silently. Finally, exhaustion overtook him, and he drifted into an uneasy sleep, haunted by dreams of Y/N's disappointment and rejection.

In the days that followed, San wrestled with his conscience. He avoided Y/N's classes, unable to face her knowing what he had done. His grades continued to suffer, and he withdrew further into isolation. His friends grew increasingly worried, but he pushed them away, unable to explain the turmoil raging inside him.

Y/N, unaware of the intrusion into her life, continued with her routines. Yet a lingering unease settled over her, a sense that something was amiss. She couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, of a presence hovering at the edges of her life.

Meanwhile, San's obsession with Y/N only intensified. The stolen items became talismans, symbols of his unrequited love and the lengths he was willing to go to prove himself worthy of her. He spent hours staring at the photo of her family, imagining himself as part of their world. He dialed her number repeatedly, but never had the courage to press call.

Deep down, San knew he was spiraling out of control. His obsession had consumed him, distorting his sense of reality and driving him to dangerous extremes. Yet he couldn't stop himself. He was trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to break free.

Finals had just been completed, and grades had been finalized for the semester. With all the important tasks completed, Y/N could finally relax. With the day off, Y/N decided to sleep in. The past few months had been stressful, with students having finals or failing grades, and then the incidences of break in's to her apartment had been a lot for her. Though recently, she hadn't felt uneasy, at night she hasn't felt eyes watching her every move.

Deciding not to think too much about it, she starts getting ready for the day. Seeing the weather was nice outside, she put on a pair of sweatpants and hoodie so she could go for a small walk. When she steps outside her apartment door, her feet stop in their tracks after seeing a small box laying in front of it. She picks it up and brings it inside and opens it, thinking it was an online purchase she simply forgot about. Once opened though, Y/N's heart drops. Inside were photos of her and her current boyfriend.

Some of them were of when they were at dinner, some were when they were in his car about to leave somewhere, and some were of them in her apartment. Along with the photos was a note.

I memorized your number, now I'll call you when I please. I tried to end it all, but now I'm back up on my feet. I saw you in the car with someone else and couldn't sleep. If something happens to him, you can bet that it was me.

Thanks for reading!! I started listening to the new Billie Eilish song and one of the songs called 'The Diner' really intrigued me. I liked how she made it from the stalkers perspective instead of the other way around like most artists do so that's how this was born. If you like this story please check out my Eternal Sunshine series as well to see my other work.

#ateez #ateez imagine #choi san #ateez x reader #ateez x you #choi san x reader #san x reader #angst #yandere #creepy #hit me hard and soft #the diner #work #ateez work #ateez golden hour #golden hour

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serxinns · 5 months ago

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Hello! :3 so I have yandere platonic another sibling request so how about Izuku having a older sister who is protective I mean protective of him and would always glare at anyone who is mean to him and plus she is a platonic yandere, so when she learn about students who make fun of him in junior school let’s just say those students got put in the hospital for bad burns, and Izuku’s older sister would be friendly to class 1-a and kinda friendly to bakugou because she almost burned him after she hear that he was bullying Izuku, also here’s a scenario so her and Izuku and he accidentally talked about the training island arc and how there was no teachers on the island and when she heard that she went to nezu office and started screaming at him and almost burned his office if it wasn’t for class 1-a holding her back, so if you want to add any another reader oc maybe Izuku’s cousin?

Ok!

You were always protective of Izuku, ever since you found out Izuku was quirkless you swore that you would protect him no matter what, whenever bakugo tried to mess up and tease Izuku about not being quirkless you would call off his bluff and you ended up turning and into a yelling match between the two of you, if it wasn't for izuku excusing "kaccha's" words saying he was just teasing him the two of you would've been in the hospital

Izuku admired his older sibling ever since then he thought that you were all might 2.0! He would glare at any student who dared to talk to his sibling or drag you away making excuses saying he needed help with some of his homework or wanted to show off his new all might figure as the years grew izuku grew more attached to you way too attached to the point where you can't even be alone with him but you brushed it off as it was your job as the older sibling to protect plus you even admired how he was protecting his younger cousin Izumi!

But ever since he suddenly got this Powerful quirk and went to Ua your stress levels and protective levels went to the chain, giving you a heart attack every time a new scar was on his or Izumi's body, your mom crying finding out about The USJ incident and the and endless hospital trips was giving you a gray hair you even begged for your mother to just pull him and Izumi put of UA already 😭

You just wanted your little brother and cousin to be safe why can't they realized it yet!?

One day when you izuku and Izumi were talking to One another izuku accidentally mentioned the camp and you went BALLISTIC pressuring both of them to tell what happened Izumi spat out everything every single detail while Izuku was sweating bullets from seeking your frown turned into a deadly glare

Nezu was busy doing some school paperwork it was 5 pm he was happily drinking his tea and humming to some sweet classical music until he heard a bang and some yelling "Y/N SAN PLEASE!!" "NO WHAT WERE THEY THINKING THOSE BASTARDS" He heard him turn down his music a bit to listen to Cleary of what the commotion was about not even a 1 min later he saw a raging h/c you fire coming out of your mouth and with what seems to be ripped tape around their body like someone was trying to restraint them and izuku and Izumi and other of his classmates trying to hold you down

"Y/N MIDORIYA THIS IS NOT A APPROPRIATE BEHAVIOR AS CLASS REP I ORDER YOU TO STOP THIS AT ONCE" Iida yelled while grabbing into one of your arms while Kirishima held the other "Wow Izuku I didn't know your sibling was that strong" Kirishima said as he tried to pinned the other arm "Y/N PLEASE THEY ALREADY HANDLED IT I SWEAR IM FIN-" "BULLSHIT THIS WOULDNT HAD HAPPEN IF THIEE TEACHERS DIDNT DO THEIR FUCKING JOB" you said shaking and squirming around trying to get iida and kirishima off you so you can kill the rat

While all this is happening next looks so done just sipping his tea with a "😐" face and signs "4th destroying office incident this week" he thought as he sipped his tea once again and decided it was enough watching this tomfoolery "Right everyone let's y/n go I'll have a private chat with them" everyone including izuku and Izumi hesitated but let go praying you wouldn't kill the principal

After the whole conversation, you both agreed that the staff and teachers would be extra careful with you and make sure to watch out for Izuku and Izumi more (especially Izuku) in the condition that you get a week of house arrest cause you interfere with his quiet time and ruined almost half of his paperwork lol

#yandere bnha #yandere ua #tw yandere #yandere x reader #tw obsessive behavior #yandere class 1a #yandere mha #platonic yandere #chaos #yayyyyy

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yanderes-galore · 11 months ago

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Underfell AU Sans romantic concept please?

Sure! I tried to keep him as close to canon as possible while also putting in some of my HCs. He's actually really fun to write :) I hope you like my take... sorry if you don't. There's a gap in the middle due to Tumblr's formatting.

Yandere! Underfell! Sans Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Violence, Overprotective behavior, Violence, Anxiety, I wanted to make him more possessive (I might in the future but I never thought of it until now), Denial, Kidnapping, Mentioned possible mind break/Murder, Isolation, Stalking, Some jealousy mentioned near the end, Some manipulation, Forced companion/relationship.

I feel Fell! Sans has the possibility of being a terrifying yandere.

He's one of the strongest monsters in the AU and his powers tend to fluctuate due to his emotions.

He's also incredibly stressed all the time from what I've read.

Fell! Sans cares for his brother, they both care for each other actually.

They both want to portray themselves as cool to one another and others.

Fell! Sans is still lazy but also sarcastic.

I know Fell! Papyrus doesn't enjoy killing humans but does it for "sport" to help the guilt, he also does it due to being part of the Royal Guard to protect Sans from Asgore.

However I'm unsure how Sans feels about killing humans according to canon.

I'd assume he'd be indifferent but supports it as it's the law of the land and the job Papyrus is given.

Sans’ obsession was meant to be kept vague however I feel with a human it feels more natural to me?

Maybe you take the role of Frisk or simply aid them.

Either way I'm defaulting Darling to human.

Of course, naturally as the world goes, you end up having to defend yourself against Sans and Papyrus.

Primarily against Papyrus as Sans probably doesn't bother fighting.

Although… you can tell there's some strength there.

Due to what I've read, he radiates power due to his stress.

It's supposedly seen in his jacket at times.

So you have an idea that Sans could easily kill, but are thankful he just chooses not to.

Fell! Sans certainly has an obvious edge in appearance and personality.

He's very sarcastic with you but in a way you can tell he means well when you befriend him and his brother.

In fact when he forms an attachment he may even show some anxiety about you meeting the other monsters.

You are aware of how easily you could just… die, right?

Even with a flower to guide you, he hopes you can defend yourself and not just talk things out.

Although he is thankful you managed to appeal to his brother enough to spare him.

He definitely tries to act calm in general, especially around you, although there's times he slips.

I imagine Fell! Sans fidgets due to… well… the sheer amount of stress he's under.

Really, who isn't in the Underground?

With Asgore in charge there's strict rules.

Rules that could easily end you as a human.

Sans tries to tell himself to not get attached to you.

He'd be in denial about his obsession.

It's all because he's scared to lose you.

Part of him wants to protect you, yet the other part suggests just letting you go.

The ideas he has tears him apart internally, which Papyrus can definitely tell.

Sans keeps fidgeting and his powers keep fluctuating when he thinks about how he can lose you.

Fanon tends to depict Sans as overly sadistic, while I agree he has aggressive tendencies like everyone in this AU, I don't think he's over the top.

I feel Fell! Sans is more like an anxious and stressed mess more than anything.

Which for him can make him volatile as his powers can be controlled, but are emotion based.

His pent up emotions no doubt drives his obsession.

While Papyrus protects Sans from Asgore, Sans feels like he has to protect you from not only Asgore… but everyone not him or his brother.

While you continue your journey, Sans isn't far behind.

He still has similar powers to his classic counterpart, which means teleportation.

Every area you enter, he's somewhere there.

I never mentioned this in the original draft but I do feel Sans would get possessive/jealous.

It's just not mentioned much in this concept since he's more consumed by anxiety than anything.

But in a way he does feel you two belong together, one way or another.

He would definitely murder, but he has to hold himself back due to his powers.

Which, yes, I assume would mean if he's jealous or enraged enough with you talking to others... his powers may flare.

Papyrus is against this but this human clearly means a lot to Sans.

Admittedly… Papyrus would miss you if you died too.

So he understands where Sans is coming from, it mirrors the care Papyrus has for Sans.

But Sans seems more… intense?

Sans could just feel something akin to close friendship or something more.

Honestly, if a monster nearly killed you, he'd probably snap and use his powers.

Which is why he prefers to just… stick around you everywhere.

Admittedly Sans likes it when you laugh.

He tries not to show it but you mean a lot to him.

The reason he tries to hide it as it shows vulnerability.

But you seem to enjoy his Knock Knock jokes and his company….

You like it because he's more “friendly” than the others.

Honestly, that gives him a bit of pride while also striking vulnerability in him.

Sans really keeps trying to tell himself his obsession is a vulnerability.

He shouldn't be this attached to you.

Yet now he really can't just let you go.

As a result I imagine he'd prevent you from meeting Asgore.

Sure, okay, you may have befriended most of the monsters here…

But not him…

Please not him…

He'll kill you and Sans will snap.

Scared of this he gets more fidgety.

You can probably tell even though he acts collected, he has an aura that scares you.

Sans doesn't know how to explain to you he cares about you.

He just doesn't want to lose you.

So Sans may try to manipulate you into staying with him more to avoid Asgore.

Isn't staying in Snowdin better?

Well… Papyrus may want to see you again!

Y'know… it's futile to go against Asgore, right?

Just… stay with him.

If he has to, he'll use some of his power to lock you away in his home/room.

Look, you don't get it.

Asgore nearly killed Sans before… he could and will do the same to you!

It's behind closed doors that Sans’ facade breaks.

He pulls you closer and mumbles about his fears.

He plans to keep you right here… if you try to leave, he'll know.

At this point he'll kill any monster who tries to hurt you or even goes near you.

Sans curses himself for getting so attached to a human.

However, he's given in now.

He'll keep you away from all the danger.

He'll keep you to himself.

Even if it requires others, including him, to get hurt due to his powers and rage.

#yandere undertale aus #yandere underfell #yandere sans #yandere underfell sans #yandere fell sans

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