#yandere free! dive to the future

[bluemoonzeph]

hiyori gave me big yandere vibes, for obvious reasons.

[kitsuvio]

· ୨୧ · · Yan!hybrid octopus

W/c : 720

A/N ┊ HI! It's my first thingy here auahauah I hope you like my fic. By the way the octopus is a human on top and octopus at the bottom (；´_ゝ`) don't think I made him all octopus. By the wayyy this is heavily based off of the little mermaid ！！(゜ロ゜ノ)ノ NYAHAHAHA also kisses from kitsuvio

PAIRING ┊ Yan!hybrid octopus x you (afab)

TW ┊ Kidnapping, mentions of kids, yandere content!

You were just a little mermaid who was fascinated by the land above. You saw countless ships pass by, and you'd see sailors, buccaneers, and pirates all having fun and drinking their rum. You pondered on how the land above would feel…

While you were in your little reverie about how the land would be; Then you saw a dark and smoky cloud above the water, feeling curious you swam up to the surface to see a burning ship despite the flames, the frigid air from the night made you shiver. The crackling fire raged throughout the ship as it spread quickly. You saw a man struggling to get off the boat as it soon got engulfed in flames… Throughout the wrecked ship and smoke, you managed to save the man who fell from the ship. You brought him up to the surface, far away from the rubble.

Once you had successfully dragged him onto the shore, his body was lying down on the sand. A small flutter invaded your heart and you soon came to grow fond of the man; before you didn't know the consequences you'd face for this silly crush, you had a miniature understanding of the land above and how love worked. When he started to wake up, you dived back into the water, not wanting to be seen by him yet.

Many moons had passed then; your heart still aches for the man. Yearning to be with him on the shore and profess your love. So you desperately tried seeking help, someone who could bring your wildest dream come true you came across a well-known wizard of the sea. With desperation, you visited the mysterious cave where this supposed wizard resided. With hesitation, you swam through the cave; as the light became evanescence to you, it got even more eerie.

This octopus wizard coupled himself up inside his art gallery and painted mosaics and murals whenever he had free time. But he was most known for his potionology and spells…

“H-hello? Is anyone here?”

Your voice echoed throughout the cave; this might've just been a scam, or perhaps whoever was living here didn't want your presence. Then, a large tentacle poked out from a small room in the cave. Suddenly, the cave illuminated. It no longer felt so eerie but majestic in a way.

Unlike the other merfolk, he was a monstrous octopus. Cursed with having eight tentacles instead of a beautiful tail. But when he saw you just swim in here and not even freak out about his tentacles, it made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“mmh… w-whaddya want?” Internally, he was quite shy but tried to be professional since you were still a customer.

He was heartbroken and devastated once he figured out you were trying to get on land so you could have your happily ever after with a man. He gave you what you sought, a pair of nice legs. In exchange, you had to give up your voice. It was a hefty price to pay, but he wanted to make this challenge impossible… So he added something else, you must marry the man before sundown then you'd be rewarded with legs forever and retrieve your voice.

He wasn't going to let you succeed, no way! The little octopus brewed up a plan and watched you from afar as you tried mingling with the prince. He tried not to look as much because it made him act out. That scum didn't deserve you… oh how desperate he was to have your scales; if he couldn't have them, perhaps his future children would. They'd be a sort of hybrid of a mermaid and octopus.

As expected, you were going to fail. He tried to deceive your crush into liking someone else. A lighthouse girl, the man was completely convinced that she saved him that day, which left you as a heartbroken mermaid.

The sly octopus observed as you were left in defeat, watching your lover marry another maiden; it had already been a week, and the sun had set. Without a voice to call for help the, the octopus saw an opportunity and took you back into the ocean with his slimy tentacle while making sure to let you breathe. He was already planning his honeymoon with you, maybe beside the beach with a few mer-kids running around or two.

@kitsuvio

[lleldey]

the broken vow is so overwhelming and mindblowing, i cried while reading it idek why 😭😭😭 you’ve a great job creating this masterpiece! 🔥 but i have few questions lingering in my mind, 1. what is the backstory behind their divorce? (might missed it bc tears got my eyes blurry lol) 2. what happened to tae afterwards? 🥺 3. will y/n love jk as much as before after what he had done? (not gonna ask about jk since he’s the yandere here so the answer is obvious lmao)

Hi! Yeah, you weren’t the only one who was crying over the story - the first scene I wrote was of him crying in the apartment. Somehow his backstory really affected me, and one thing led to another - I was crying for his character.

But! I should disclose that my sympathy was so prominent simply because I can’t imagine the pain of your closest person leaving you (we do not support his yandere actions). Even more so, if you wake up from coma, and are expected to simply deal with it - I don’t think I would be able to cope with that. So, my heart really cried out for him.

And for your questions!

1. I never disclosed it word-for-word, rather mentioned it every once in a while, so no worries! The idea is, that JK got into a motorcycle accident after which his body went into a coma-like state. He was like that for almost 8 years, and in that time MC met Tae. She decided to move on with her life after doctors said there’s basically no hope left for him to ever wake up. And after waiting 5 years for him, she went ahead with the divorce.

I actually went into a deep-dive of how divorces happen if one of the parties is in coma, and turns out you have to present hard evidence that the person is to never wake up. That ties into the last plot - fraud documents. JK pressurised the doctors to testify that they never gave out these documents to MC, and so the story arch with court/annulled divorce begins. (The last part is completely made up, so I hope that none of my readers study/work within law departments 🙈)

2. The annulled divorce leads to MC’s and Tae’s marriage to be invalid. But at the end of the story we see, that MC succumbs to JK’s scheme, and decides to stay with him. Therefore, Tae is let free of JK’s wrath (although, there will always be distaste between both of them).

Except for JK’s yandere tendencies, he has very gentle characteristics; MC for sure made JK pull some strings so that his farm is back in business.

But aside from business factors, he’s heart broken. They had been married for 2 years at that point, so he had clear vision of his future (that being side by side with MC). And now that it’s torn apart, he has to learn how to be alone again.

3. It’s hard to measure how much you love someone. JK will always hold a dear place in her heart - at the end of the day, they are each others first love. Love has always tied them together, and it will continue to do so.

I’m rather thinking of how their every day life looks like - MC is definitely more conscious around him; JK displayed his power over her, and that left her extremely restless. A bigger factor tho would be the one I only lightly touched upon - we know that coma influenced JK’s mental and physical health, but we looked over how it influenced MC’s. She was by his bedside for 5 years almost every day. And now the poor woman is unable to do so much as to even watch him sleep. Wouldn’t be surprised if JK woke up with an empty bed space, only to find her sleeping in the living room 🤷🏼‍♀️

Also, I saw you recommending LIAG, thank you so much, remote embraces wherever you are!

Thank you for the ask, hope this helped! ☺️

[melodygatesauthor]

the act of altruism aided by your soft spot for the pilot.

All my spots are soft for the pilot 🤤

You shove him again, wriggling quickly to take up the free area you managed to push him out of so you could lay comfortably. 

This is such a good visual because if you've EVER shared the bed with a bedhog...this is how it be.

Instead he mumbles something intelligible and flops his arm over your stomach and snuggles close.

Fen my heart can't take this this morning. I'm feeling soft and I'm yearning.

A quiet muffled whisper of your name murmured into your neck sent a sharp thrill of sensation down your spine.

I don't have any thoughts, only 🥺🥺🥺

His breath hitches. “Is that good?” He murmured, pressing his thigh against you again and rocking it back and forward slightly.

HE'S SUCH A SLUT. "Is ThAt GoOd?" as if that motherfucker doesn't know. Give me a damn break.

“I can stop, I’m sorry, I don’t-”

I write so much non-con and yandere that I immediately read that as "I can't stop" and I was lookin at you like 👀 did I convert you to the dark side what is this?

he growls

Truly the quickest way to get the lower half of my body acting foolish.

He kissed you sloppily, biting at your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth, as he moved.

Me thinking about the way Oscar always kisses, diving in tongue first. The whore. You painted this perfectly with your words.

He moaned as he pressed his cock against your clothed heat, echoing your cry of pleasure. 

Jokes aside, I love the prose here and admire the way you described both of them moaning at the same time so efficiently. I tend to do a lot of "you groaned, and so did he" or whatever, so I might borrow this in the future 👀

He presses his left forearm against the inside of your thigh, spreading his hand out across your stomach and pinning you down as he devours you. 

Hear that? It's me screaming from the other side of the world. Fen I... hrrrrrngggggggg 🫠🫠🫠

“You been walking around the base just desperate for me? Just needing me to take care of you?” 

Only a gif can describe my emotion

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, the dark seductive tone faltering at your confession.

Okay laughing now lol! He didn't expect us to answer hahahaha

He stops himself, stumbling over the words he wants to say, that every fibre of his being demands he says.

DON'T YOU DARE MIX SOME ANGST INTO MY PORN (as if I don't do that on the daily with my writing)

“Baby,” he gasps, so close and needing more, needing you to overwhelm him, to-

This is so soft and hot I can't.

FINISHED READING

FEN I'm losing my mind over here this was AMAZING. I know I don't get around to reading as much as I'd like but HOLY SHIT. My breath was in my throat while reading. You've captured the very essence of Poe and brought him to life. So fucking good, please give yourself a pat on the back from me.

Move Over

Poe Dameron X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info

Summary: You let Poe share your bed when he's too drunk to go back to his own room. He, however, can't seem to stop himself from taking up all the space humanly possible.

A/N: A little something for @campingwiththecharmings, I hope you're feeling better 💚

Warnings: sharing a bed, Feelings TM, fingering, oral (f receiving), sleepy sex, p in v sex, typos, overuse of italics, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 1980

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You shift in your small bed, trying to find a position that is vaguely comfortable. Though it seems more likely that the First Order will just give up and surrender tomorrow, with the way Poe is taking up all the space possible. 

You shove him a little and grumble, too tired to be polite about it. It wasn’t even his bed anyway, or his room. And it was his own fault for getting so drunk on cheap Rorian rum. 

One of the most exciting things about The Resistance using this moon as a new base was the preexisting structures that included personal rooms. Even though they were small, and you didn’t really mind sharing with others, it was nice to have your own space. Was nice. 

Emphasis on the was. 

Poe had basically collapsed in your room, far too out of it to make it back to his own after the celebration night at the cantina. You had kindly given up half of your tiny bed, the act of altruism aided by your soft spot for the pilot. (More than a soft spot if you were being honest.) 

But that was hours ago, when you were more awake and the unspoken deal had been for half of your space. Not the current 95% Poe was laying all over. 

You shove him again, wriggling quickly to take up the free area you managed to push him out of so you could lay comfortably. 

Poe let’s out a soft moan of confusion, but doesn’t open his eyes. 

You settle, satisfied with your well earned extra room. But it’s less than a minute before he’s shifting closer again, trying to encroach on your side. 

That’s it. 

“Poe.” You say harshly, pushing back on him. 

You expect him to wake up groggily, or at least turn over onto his other side facing away from you. 

Instead he mumbles something intelligible and flops his arm over your stomach and snuggles close. He presses his face to your neck, his soft breath hitting your skin. 

Heat rises to your face. This definitely wasn’t what you’d intended. 

“Poe.” You whisper, your previous annoyance burned up with embarrassment. You try to push on his arm, move it back over. But your movements only cause him to grumble and hold you tighter, curling his body into yours. 

You breathe in deeply. At least you had some space, right?

Eventually you drift off to sleep again. And even though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something comforting about Poe’s warmth and tight hug. 

But of course his close proximity made you dream of him. 

It was hazy, and not quite tangible. Part of you was vaguely aware that you were dreaming, the edges were too soft, too liquid and not quite in focus.

Except it felt real. 

There was an ache between your legs that was being teased by a constant pressure. You squirmed against it, trying to find some semblance of relief. 

A faint sigh pulled you further from sleep. A quiet muffled whisper of your name murmured into your neck sent a sharp thrill of sensation down your spine.

“Poe?” Your voice was heavy, saturated with sleep as you shifted slightly, moving and- oh.

He moans softly against your skin as your hip brushes against his hard cock, his fingers digging into your ribs as he holds you close, silently begging you to repeat the motion. 

“‘m sorry,” he mumbled, obviously just fully waking himself. “I didn’t, I didn’t mean to,” this time he shifts slightly, raising his legs and you gasp, unable to stop the sound from spilling out of your mouth. His thigh rubs against your centre, pressing your soaked through pyjama bottoms against you.

You grip hold of his shoulder, your other hand fisting the curls at the nape of his neck as you pull him against you, needing him closer. 

His breath hitches. “Is that good?” He murmured, pressing his thigh against you again and rocking it back and forward slightly.

You bite your lip and nod desperately, your eyes screwed shut. 

He watches you, enraptured for a second, before he slowly leans back to your neck and places a light kiss against your skin. 

You whine at the caress, rubbing your aching clit back and forth against the strong muscle of his thigh. 

Poe briefly mistakes the small sound as distress, all his senses on high alert. “I can stop, I’m sorry, I don’t-”

“Please don’t stop,” you beg, your voice breaking, sounding needy and pathetic and so, so wrecked. “Feels good, please, Poe, please, I-” you moan loudly, giving up any pretence of trying to hide your feelings as he latches back onto your neck, sucking hard, and grabs hold of your hips, fucking you against his leg. 

“Poe,” you whine, dragging out his name. Not sure for a moment if this is real or if you’re still dreaming. 

“Fuck baby, yes,” he growls, biting at your skin before licking a stripe up your neck. “Keep moaning my name like that, keep doing it.” 

He kissed you sloppily, biting at your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth, as he moved. Before climbing on top of you and hooking his hands under your knees so that he could move your legs apart and settle between him. 

He moaned as he pressed his cock against your clothed heat, echoing your cry of pleasure. 

“Poe,” you whimpered between kisses, so desperate for every touch and caress. 

“Wanted you for so long,” he kissed you hard, trailing his lips down your jaw and neck while he ran his hands over your breasts and waist. “Always imagined what you’d sound like, feel like, taste like.”

He kisses down your chest, biting softly at your breast through the material of your top and moaning when you gasp and buck up against him. 

“Always want you to make that noise,” he groans as he keeps trailing his lips downwards, dragging his fingertips lower until he can slip them under the waistband of your trousers. 

You yelp in surprise as he pulls them off in one fluid motion, partially lifting you off the mattress in the process. The cool night air hits your feverish skin, but you barely have a moment to shiver before he’s pulling your legs back open. His fingers digging into your thighs and leaving bruises in his hast, not that you care. 

When his tongue touches your clit it feels like heaven. You gasp and moan loudly, crying out his name as he sucks. His own groan of pleasure vibrating through you.

He presses his left forearm against the inside of your thigh, spreading his hand out across your stomach and pinning you down as he devours you. 

Instinctively you grind up against him as your claw at the bedsheets. He sucks at your nub, alternating between kitten licks and rolling circles, driving you completely mad as he purposefully ignores your aching centre.  Poe growls low in his throat happily as you moan and writhe under him. 

“Poe, please!” You never imagined it would be like this, never dared to hope that he would want to touch you like this, and now he had pushed all rational thinking completely out of your mind, filled you utterly to the brim with only thoughts of him. 

He moans again, bucking against the mattress to give himself some slight relief. “You’re so wet,” he runs his nose through your folds, following it with broad licks of his tongue. He teases your entrance, just slipping inside for a smallest moment, and chuckling when you whine and try to thrust up against him. 

“How long have you been this wet, hmm?” He nips at your thigh, bringing his right hand up to trace the outline of your pussy while he keeps you pressed against the bed with his left.

“You been walking around the base just desperate for me? Just needing me to take care of you?” 

“Yes,” you sobbed, your skin burning with embarrassment as you admitted it. 

“Oh, fuck,” he whimpers, the dark seductive tone faltering at your confession. He buried his face into your thigh, sucking a love bite into your skin. 

Poe presses two fingers into you easily, slowly sliding them in and out and moaning as he feels your walls contract around him. 

Your back arches, toes curling as he gently readjusts the angle, searching for the spot to make you see stars. 

“Poe,” you breathe, so overcome with the sensation of his thick fingers. 

He reaches up with his left hand and grabs yours, squeezing tightly. “That’s it baby, that’s it, fuck,” he bites his lip, watching your face intently. 

The ache in his dick is maddening, all consuming, he’s so hard he’s sure he could cum just from watching you. 

“Always need you,” he mutters, unable to stop himself as he continues to fuck you deep with his fingers. “Always so desperate for you, just want you all the time, I-” He stops himself, stumbling over the words he wants to say, that every fibre of his being demands he says.

He can’t speak those words, can’t admit them when every day is just another chance for the universe to tear you apart. 

“Poe,” you grab hold of him, pulling his lips to yours and kissing him deeply before you yank off your top and tug at his trousers. “I need you too.” 

He groans and kisses you back, almost completely swallowing your words. But thankfully he gets the message and helps you to tug down his trousers to his knees before he leans forward and thrusts into you. 

You both cry out, moaning loud enough to wake the whole base, still just for a moment to truly feel each other before Poe starts to move. 

He rocks his hips against you, thrusting in and out with long lazy strokes as he bites his lip hard enough to bleed. His features pinched together in deep concentration as he tries so hard not to cum. 

“I’m not gonna… I’m not gonna last long,” he moans as you clench around him, at how tightly you grip him and how your muscles tense as you arch up to meet his every movement. 

“Me neither.” You pant, every nerve feels like it’s on fire, ignited by every touch. 

He presses his forefinger against your clit, rubbing soft circles around the nerve and gasping when you twitch and clamp down on him. 

“Poe,” you barely get the word out, pleasure twisting in your stomach and chest and drowning your lungs. 

The slow rock is driving you insane, a gentle push and pull, give and take. It would be so much easier, so much simpler if it was hard and fast and meaningless and wasn’t… wasn’t…

“Baby,” he gasps, so close and needing more, needing you to overwhelm him, to-

You cry out as you cum, throwing your head back and squeezing him hard. He sobs as he follows, thrusting once more and stays deep as he cums inside. 

The sound of both of your breathing fills the room as your heartbeats return to normal.

There’s the smallest fraction of a second where insecurity raises its ugly head, starts to whisper in your ear. 

But it’s almost as if Poe can hear it too. He pushes himself up to look into your eyes before kissing you softly and holding you tight. 

You chuckle as he nuzzles your cheek. 

“I’ve still got my shirt on.” He mutters and you laugh. 

He grins and snuggles into your neck for a moment before he fumbles with the blanket, mostly managing to pull it over you both. “I’ll clean us up in a second, I just wanna…” He yawns and you smile. 

“Me too.” You kiss his cheek and hug him close. He sighs happily and holds you tight.

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[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

Lovesick Log (A Yandere Social Media Platform)

I got this idea from seeing someone with their own take on Yanderes using a website like they would social media, except of course it is a social media platform for Yanderes. This is my take on that!

[Warnings: Implications of Non-con, stalking, unhealthy behavior, toxic behavior, murder mentions]

Lovesick Log

You always checked your social media, sure most of the time it was to see which friend tagged you in what picture, chat in shared group messaging, and speak to them one on one. But there was one website that you always looked into, it was never out of getting involved with the people behind the posted profile pictures, or browsing through what was posted on the featured timelines. It was a necessity to you if you wanted to stay out of someone’s crosshairs.

“Lovesick Log” is what the site was called. It’s where they gathered. They could be anyone really, a friend, a relative. That annoying asshole in the front of the class that was obnoxiously loud, the quiet one that minded their own business but occasionally looked up every now and again to stare at something, someone. A stranger, a neighbor, a community worker, a store owner, all of them were to be weary of.

In the end, when they were alone or had zero chances of being disturbed, they went on that site. Whether it was to share or show off, it was all gut churning and sickening to see. 

Posts showing off people dressed nicely like a toy tied and gagged on plush beds and silk sheets, others showing how unaware an individual was when they went about their lives, or even showing what they do behind the closed doors of their home, their supposed safe space. There were times when you ran into the occasional gruesome post of an unfortunate person who just so happened to get involved with a freak’s person of interest. 

You always hated seeing newcomers arrive at the site, asking questions on how to get rid of evidence, or how to kidnap their person of interest without raising suspicion. Because despite the fact that you knew they were sick, some naive part of you wanted to believe that someone else would come to stop them in their tracks and do the right thing, but instead there are others that lend help and advice, feeding into each other's sick twisted mind sets.

The people that they stalked, harassed, and “marked” were unanimously called their “Darlings”, a name that was often shared by lovers as a term of affection now twisted and degraded at it’s new usage to call someone they “love”.   

You couldn’t take back the ignorance you had before you found this hell site, it was both a blessing and a curse to know of it’s very existence. You can reluctantly admit that the thing gave you some knowledge as to how to keep your head down and not get killed, it also helped keep unwanted attention away from yourself.

You hated it, you always felt as if you were dirtying yourself even further every time you logged on, every time you saw post after post of someone kidnaping another, killing an unfortunate, stalking their “darling”, making living arrangements for their “lover”. It all made you sick with every new hashtag popping up left and right; #darling❤, #s/t/he/y’re mine, #another kill, #new gift, #borrowing darlings things again, ect.

But a small part of you felt guilty, because while you were aware of this place there were others that didn’t, forever oblivious to the piercing eyes that stared at them with various intentions, none of them good. The first time you came across a familiar face on Lovesick Log, was the first time that the realization of this site being real and not some meme page really slapped you hard. Fear tore through the entirety of your being, your throat was dry as the palms of your hands got sweaty, you didn’t realize you dropped your phone when you saw the picture.

You saw them in the photo, tied up, blind folded, and gagged inside a cage ment for a dog. From their reddened cheeks anyone could tell that they’ve been crying, you don’t even want to think for how long, and they were dressed down to their underwear. The photo was enough to let fear settle in you, but it was the text at the bottom that made you terrified;

“Finally was able to lure my precious darling down here in their new home!~❤ I can’t wait to have some fun with them tonight~ Hopefully, they’ll remember who they belong to by then😙🤗😘  All that persistence finally paid off!😆😁”

They weren’t popular, but they weren’t looked down upon either, you didn’t interact with them much but you knew them just enough to be a rather well acquainted desk mate. To see them in that state they were in, in that photo, you just couldn’t hold it in anymore when you made a dash for the bathroom and threw up whatever contents you ate that day.

Since then you used the site to keep yourself and those close to you away from any potential sick freak that could be hiding, it did wonders but you feared for whatever time you had left before it ran out.

After a particular day from going to school and work, you were reminded of visiting the site when you saw it’s pink and black icon that showed up on your notifications tab before immediately blinking out of sight. With a sigh you reminded yourself that it would be best to cheek in case there was something that you wanted to keep an eye out for. With little to no hesitation left you opened your phone and went to the main page.

Everything felt like it froze when you stared at the screen with terrified eyes at the first post you saw.

It was you, this morning sitting at your desk as you drank your morning beverage while you typed away at your computer, and from where the photo was taken it confirmed that they were outside, watching you.

The text read…

“This is (Y/n) (L/n), I need some tips…”.

[nana-is-loading]

ummmmm may i request a yandere makoto tachibana x reader hcs? gender-neutral if that’s okay

of course! i’m such a huge simp for Makoto, he’s adorable! i had such a fun time writing this

Yandere Makoto x Reader hcs

Makoto Tachibana, a familiar name. Where have you heard that before? oh right! You guys were in the same classes. Despite not knowing much about him, he had kept a few tabs on you.

As far as pet names go, he likes to call you “my love” or “darling”

He would never hurt you. It wouldn’t even cross his mind. If Makoto layed a hand on you, he wouldn’t be able to forgive or live with himself.

Makoto wouldn’t hurt innocent people. Some examples are a person you had a crush on (if they aren’t a horrible person), your sweet and caring friends, and maybe your family. It all really depends

He can’t bring himself to get his hands dirty. He’d ask other people to do the work for him. What can i say, the boy has a weak stomach

He sticks to stalking you because he doesn’t really have to hurt anyone.

Makoto would love to sneak into your room while you’re asleep so he can get a “front row seat”, but he doesn’t wanna risk getting caught so watching from the window will have to do

He would kidnap you 100%. He would teach you what he learned in school that day though, just so you could still get an education.

Makoto also doesn’t like to treat what he’s doing like a crime and sugarcoats things a lot

As he shushed you while you yelled and screamed for help.“Kidnapped..... is such a dirty and cruel word, my love”

In all honestly, he really just felt like what he did would keep you safe. He wouldn’t ever force you to do something you wouldn’t wanna do

Makoto genuinely cares about and loves you, he just.......didn’t choose the right way to show it whatsoever

[rinmatsuokatrash]

How do we not have a Yandere! Haru fanfic yet? Like I’ve read about Rin being a stalker but we don’t have Yandere Haru yet? I feel like there’s so much potential for it...

[ladyseara]

While I was rewatching Free dttf, I’ve noticed that both Ikuya and Hiyori are thinking about themselves as a Little Mermaid. We all know what Hiyori gave up - his own happiness. He acted as a villain to protect Ikuya, took care of him and stood beside him. But I wonder - does Ikuya really know what he is giving up? He is focused on his past and Haru and - as Little Mermaid lost her voice for legs - Ikuya is giving up his friendship with Hiyori over the grief from the past. What is even sadder - he doesn’t notice it. When he is thinking about loosing his friends, he doesn’t even remember about Hiyori. Well - he might be sure that Hiyori will always be with him. And this makes him cruel - using Hiyori, saying mean things, ignoring his feelings. I’m not even surprised anymore that Hiyori doesn’t like Haru. It doesn’t have anything with the swimming, but more about being replaced. Imagine yourself in this situation. You’re doing everything for your best friend, you even save his life, take care about his health, try to cheer him up, and yet he still prefers someone from the past? He is focused on him so much, that he calls his name instead of yours? And yet Hiyori doesn’t want Ikuya to know. He is fine with being the shadow of someone. He is so, so lonely, because while he is with Ikuya, Ikuya isn’t with him at all. Another thing. Why people still talk about Hiyori stopping Ikuya from meeting Haru and the others? In 4th episode Ikuya says that he saw them. If he really wanted to talk with them, he could do it. But he didn’t. Instead he let Hiyori deal with them (again!). Hiyori doesn’t deserve this. He is giving up much, much more than Ikuya.

[hiyoritonofree]

Free! Dive to the future Hiyori appreciation episode 4 part 10

[memysqui]

Hiyori is the Yandere!Makoto y’all wished fooooooooooor

[tourmalinedreams]

Hiyori. HIYORI.

CHILL.

[reasonreblogs]

[nozakis]

y’all i don’t trust hiyori; like his tone lowkey annoyed me - also he seems way too obsessed with ikuya wtf

[captaindarkchocolatesstuff]

Day 18: The Kelpie [Hyori Tono]

Kelpies always frightened you when you were a child, and it was one of the reasons why you grew to be very wary of horses. You couldn’t help it really, some were even huge in build that intimidates you away from seeing them.

Then you came across him, Hyori Tono.

At least that is what he called himself when he was human, despite his seemingly kind profile you always made sure to keep your guard up when around him specifically. Yet he was so persistent when it came to you, he almost followed you around like a lost puppy, a puppy is what they called him but you saw him as a shadow. One that could leap at you at any moment, and drag you into the deep darkness of the abyss.

You can still remember the day he found you near the horses, the first time he saw your vulnerability.

“What are you so afraid of? They’re practically gentle giants”, he smiled as he gave a kind laugh.

You could only frown as you asked, “Have you heard of Kelpies?”.

Your question drew his interest, you don’t know why you asked at the time, but perhaps it was because somewhere deep inside some part of you knew he wasn’t entirely human. Maybe the real reason you asked him such a question was to draw something out of him.

You can still remember the way he shuffled his feet for a moment before leaning on the fence, he looked so relaxed and his mask of interest truly fooled you at the time.

“Aren't they water spirits in the shape of horses?”, he asked so convincingly. 

“They are also said to lure people to their deaths, you see, ever since I heard the tale of the Kelpie I can’t help but be scared of horses, even if they are said to be gentle”, you said as you walked away from him.

Perhaps that was why you went to him after the disappearance of several colleges, news went about their disappearance, and when the search party was conducted you did care who you were set with. Admittedly that was your mistake, but one of the missing persons was dear to your friend who was part of the family, so with little regard for your own being you went with him.

No one could really blame you though once he lured you close to the waters, he had you cornered as he made you an “offer”, if you could call it that. He’d return everyone back, so long as you went with him, a selfish part of you didn’t want to, you were absolutely terrified of what he would do to you. Yet you thought back to your friend, maybe if you were a little more self centered you would’ve ran away to call off the offer he oh so graciously made you.

But you weren’t, which is why the moment he dragged you in the water, you thought that this was the way you were going to die. It surprised you that you were even alive when you woke up, but it was unfortunate that Hyori held you close.   

Even still though, you were scared of him.

He was a kelpie after all, the thing you feared since you were a child.

[hetaczechia]

[hechano]

Can't believe people are really out there confusing Hiyori with Natsuya...,,,, y u gotta do Natsuya dirty like that............