#yandere fugo pannaccotta x reader

[ddarker-dreams]

Prodigal Return. Yan Fugo x Reader

tw: emotional manipulation, implied isolation, unhealthy relationships and degrading language

word count: 2k

You wouldn��t call yourself a coward.

Not in the traditional sense of the word, you’ve proven yourself. When faced with a trying problem, you roll your sleeves up and set to work. Some issues will only grow worse when left unattended, spreading their roots so deeply into the ground and corrupting everything around it in the process. Killing off any forms of life in the blink of an eye, too late and entrenched to remove. This is how you’d describe your relationship with him.

You’ve put in the effort to earn your say, having poured hours into improving what you can. This is the conclusion you’ve come to, standing here in three inch heels at four in the morning, life falling apart by the seams. No matter what he might say, you know that you’ve done every reasonable possibility. Caving into more of Fugo’s absurd demands is where you draw a line in the sand, and what led to an explosive argument earlier this night. 

To be fair, venomous words were spat from both of you, though yours were justified. Fugo’s chilling indifference when speaking down to you is a memory that brings a fresh set of goosebumps, haunting you when you close your eyes. He spoke with an air of indifference, belittling your friends and you by extension. Concocting ridiculous lies about how they ogle over you, or only want to take advantage of you. 

“It’s for your own good,” he had told you. “You obviously can’t be expected to take care of yourself.”

What an asshole, is all you can think. The sheer audacity had been enough to still your tongue, words escaping you as your vision went red. It’s what led you to yell vulgarities at him, taking your phone and calling a friend to pick you up for the night. It wasn’t the first time Fugo planted seeds of doubt in your mind, cultivating it with every snide comment about your choices. Storming out gave you the perspective you desperately needed.

Anyone that didn’t earn his approval was spoken of in a condescending way. When Fugo disliked a person he’d put no effort into hiding it, even around the person in question. Almost no one reached his ideal way of thinking -- not even you at times -- so it’s a common occurrence. One that you would no longer stand for. Too many tear stained nights and crushed spirits piled up. 

The conviction born from pep talks with your friends begins to wane, now that you’re on your own. They cheered on your new decision. Dressing you up in a short evening dress, and giving you a night on the town, to celebrate “dumping that insensitive prick”. Your phone was plucked from your hands and turned off at their behest, they said checking it would go against what you earned. You agreed, knowing that Fugo would be texting and calling you all evening. 

After a full, exhausting night of club hopping, you’re standing in front of your shared apartment. What little alcohol you limited yourself to is kicking it, your body swaying even when you stand still. In the whirl of the earlier events, you forgot your wallet at home. When you lamented about forgetting it, they encouraged you to pick it up before taking you back. 

That leads you to now. You silently pray that he’s asleep, imposing threat not lost on you. There’s no telling what would happen if he sees you like this, wearing revealing clothing that hugs your curves. The thought alone makes you bite your lip, already picturing the slander that’d be flung your way. 

Throwing caution out the window, you finally work up the courage to unlock the door. It’s pitch black inside your apartment, adding to your unease. Your purse should be on the dining room table, all you need to do is sneak in and get it. It’s deadly quiet in the familiar territory, but not enough to make you lower your guard. Slipping off your heels to avoid making unnecessary noise, your pulse quickens as you saunter closer to your goal. 

After this you’ll never see him again. The thought bubbles up hope within your chest, plans for the future fresh and exciting. Newfound zest motivates you to improve yourself, now that the opportunity to reclaim what you’ve lost is within reach. For now, these thoughts will go on the back burner, your mission taking the utmost priority. 

It feels suspiciously empty, devoid of any signs of life other than you. Did Fugo decide to crash at his friend’s place? You can’t imagine him doing that, not after how much he complained about their untidiness. Not that it matters, as long as you can sneak in and out. Feeling around in the dark, adrenaline pumps through your veins when your hand comes into contact with the corner of the table. 

Letting out a silent sigh of relief, you start to walk forward. It’s been a long day. You’ve earned a nice day off after this stressful breakup, internally making plans of going out for breakfast. This is the key to opening up your future, that has been stolen from you. Feeling around for the leather purse, you frown at how long it’s taking. Surely, it’s somewhere around here...? 

That’s when a low, menacing growl makes you freeze in place, your heart dropping. Survival instincts kick in, hair standing up on the back of your neck. This is a noise you know, an unspoken threat. 

With a dreadful click, light illuminates the room in an instant. Your cover is forced away, leaving you painfully vulnerable and afraid, like a deer in headlights. Now’s not the time to complain, an immediate problem making itself known. You recognize the sight in front of you, hunched over and drool leaking from its mouth. Purple Haze is breathing heavily, staring you down with deeply hurt eyes. Out of reflex, you back up and into the table, horror setting in at the unfolding situation. 

“I was wondering what Purple Haze was upset about.” 

At the sound of Fugo’s voice, you whip your head around. He pulls back from the light switch on the wall, leaning against the door frame of your bedroom. You take note of the tell way his jaw clenches, posture rigid and arms set across his chest. Knowing Fugo’s intelligence, all it takes is one look at you to guess what you’ve been doing. 

He gives you a once over, sneering as you expect him to. An onslaught of demeaning words forms on his tongue, clearly betrayed by your unsightly actions. 

“Already whoring yourself out for others? It seems I was right about you.” 

Your cheeks flush, indignant at his snide tone and equally cruel words. The hazard Purple Haze holds is all but forgotten as you consider Fugo, eyes narrowing to match his own infuriated countenance. “I’ll have you know I did no such thing. I simply went out and had fun with my friends, that’s it.” 

“Not that it’s any of your business anymore, Fugo.” you add for extra measure, showcasing your intent on leaving him. He doesn’t acknowledge your last comment, instead unpacking your first comeback. 

He rolls his violet eyes, clicking his tongue. “Oh, I’m sure you enjoyed yourself. They must’ve been tripping over themselves to get in between your legs.” 

Memories of a similar conversation from earlier resurface. Fugo’s hellbent on the concept that everyone around you is a negative influence, stopping at nothing to force you to think the same. Remembering how they banded together to comfort you in your time of need throws gasoline onto the already roaring fire, tears stinging your eyes.

“Again with that...! I have no clue where you’ve gotten any of these stupid ideas from. They’ve been nothing but welcoming to you, Fugo,” you wipe at your eyes with the back of your hand, not caring how it smudges your mascara. “Whatever, I’m not here to deal with this. I’m leaving.” 

Pivoting on your heels, you return to your previous task. Your purse now in your possession, you intend on getting out of this situation before it grows worse than it already is. Purple Haze blocks your path of escape, the Stand alternating between looking at you and Fugo. Breath hitching at the new obstacles in front of you, options swirl within your mind. Purple Haze has never once been violent towards you, but would that change after your argument with Fugo? 

It’s a possibility you don’t want to test. You’ve seen the capabilities of the virus with your own eyes, how it eats at people from the inside. It’s a fittingly menacing ability for him, you suppose. 

Fugo doesn’t comment as you walk towards his Stand, instead glaring at the back of your head. Purple Haze regards you with wide, doe like eyes, adoration for you clear as day. In the moment the fact that he represents Fugo’s soul escapes you, the stark contrast between the two making it difficult to tell. 

It’s oddly painful to see him clearly upset, the Stand has always been fond of you, to the point where even Fugo finds it embarrassing. By the look of things it wouldn’t be in your best interest to test it any further. Unhinged is how you describe Purple Haze, ready to pummel anything that upsets it. You were too hung up on what actions to take to notice Fugo shutting the front door, effectively trapping you in here. The damning noise brings you out of your thoughts. 

This is the last thing you wanted, the worst possible outcome to be tortured with. 

Words aren’t a necessary evil to hold you in place, not anymore. A virus wielding creature is capable of doing that with far more effectiveness, guttural snarls leaving its lips whenever you so much as move a hair. All you can do is stay locked in place as Fugo peeks out the blinds, a heavy sigh leaving his lips at what he sees. He doesn’t bother hiding how upset he is from you, fists clenching until the skin of his knuckles go white. 

“Text him to leave.” 

You put together what he means, thinking back to your friend waiting for you outside. When Fugo senses your hesitation, he speaks up again to silence your unspoken doubts. “I’ll go out and tell him myself if you don’t.” 

Swallowing thickly, you unlock your phone and speedily send off a poor excuse to your friend. The air is thick with unspoken tension, your eyes closing and shoulders slumping in defeat. Navigating the minefield that is Fugo is an exhausting waltz, one that you’ve never pulled off. He doesn’t utter a single word, the sound of a car turning on and speeding off sealing your fate. 

Seemingly pleased with the fact you’re staying, Purple Haze’s expression returns to a familiarly enthusiastic one. The Stand practically clings to your side, and you’re too exhausted and defeated to shoo it off. Tonight returned you to a world of nightmares, darkness surrounding and consuming you. 

“I’ll start a bath,” Fugo calls over, beckoning you towards your shared bathroom. “We need to get you cleaned up.” 

Body aching and head pounding, there’s no resistance to offer. He knows he’s won, switching back into a disgustingly domestic behavior in the blink of an eye. Fugo never admits it, but he takes pleasure in doting over you; molding you into a perfect yet unrecognizable version of yourself. It’s been this way for far too long, a loop you can’t escape.

It’s easy to blame yourself for returning -- it’s what lead to this outcome -- yet you know better. Had you avoided to the best of your ability, it’d still end like this. Fugo’s connections within Passione are unlimited, fully capable of pulling the strings to bring you back to his side. 

There’s nothing for you to do, pits of despair opening to swallow you in your entirety. You bend to his cruel whims, following him to your personal circle of hell; one that he creates special for you.

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yandere BUCCELLATI, GIOVANNA, FUGO / reader

@cobaltink​​​ asked: “Hi. :) Wanted to say that I quite enjoy your work and appreciate the amount of effort and detail you put into everything. I wanted to request some yandere Bruno, Giorno, and Fugo. How would each person go about attempting to get more sexually intimate with their darling? You can decide whether or not the darling is aware of their yandere side or not...Whether or not you have a chance to do this, thanks anyway! :)”

ahhh thank you so much!! i appreciate the message and i’d love to write your request!! thanks again :)) each scenario is gonna be the reader not exactly knowing the full extent of their obsession. happy holidays!!

bruno buccellati

bruno will want to take the relationship to the next level in the very beginning of you two becoming an item.

i believe that regardless of whether or not this is yandereverse, he’s almost immediately attempting to get her undressed. 

he’s a very romantic man so it’s only natural he’ll want to show his love physically.

but in yandereverse, if his beloved shows any hesitance or just flat out denies him, expect immediate gaslighting.

“why do you continue to tease me? this is what people do in a relationship. what? are you not attracted to me?”

one of the first red signs his darling should notice. every night, he’ll attempt to make a move. it’s almost terrifying just how persistent he is.

eventually, she’ll succumb. it’s far too annoying to continue denying him so it’d be a lot easier just to let him do whatever he pleased.

unfortunately, their first time together just makes the situation worse.

multiple times in the day, he’ll pounce on her. he’s a very perverse and sexual lover.

giorno giovanna

giorno is the most obsessive out of the three. he keeps tabs on his little flower and knows almost everyone she’s in communication with.

he’s also the most likely out of the three to abduct her without much provocation, but for the purpose of this list, i’ll just say he hasn’t reached that point yet.

at this point, she would probably know his position in the mafia so she would listen to all his advice. ‘don’t talk to those people anymore.’ or ‘i want you to go home straight after work. you cannot go out tonight.’

but surprisingly, he’s not very controlling of this aspect of the “relationship.”

it’d also take quite a bit of time for giorno to act on his more carnal desires. i hc that he’s just not a very physical person(at least when it comes to sex) and with something as mental as a yandere obsession, i’m sure he can acknowledge her beauty but he doesn’t act on it.

honestly, darling would have to be the first one to somewhat show interest. maybe a kiss that lasts too long? or her hands become explorative? all of the sudden, he’s too aroused to ignore her.

probably the most normal interaction out of the three? idk how else to describe it lmao. giorno is just a gentleman and will wait until she’s ready.

pannacotta fugo

honestly, never really thought of this for fugo haha.

i think that fugo could go to either extreme and that accompanies his almost unpredictable nature around his beloved.

i could see him not at all interested in sex -- maybe thinking he was already too obsessed. she didn’t deserve to have his body along with his mind. in this situation, she would have to initiate and encourage him.

then i could also see him being obsessed with the idea. he wanted all of her, including her body. fugo deserved her. he wouldn’t be as quick as bruno, but once the two were somewhat comfortable, he would suddenly start attempting to come onto her.

it would just depend on one, the reader, and two, the state of the relationship.

regardless of the start of the more physical part of the relationship, fugo’s unpredictability will be apparent.

if she’s interested in him for the night, fugo has to be one-hundred percent aroused or in the mood. if he’s not, immediate insulting and ridicule.