#yandere kun imagines

[callie-the-creator]

ayato aishi dating a yandere!reader hcs

sfw. warnings: yandere & obsessive behavior, jealousy, mentions of elimination of rivals, etc.

author’s note: this was also posted on my wattpad, just wanted to tell you all that beforehand, so no need to worry!

• when he realized that you were the same as him, ayato turned into the surprised pikachu meme, just looking at you all like: (ʘᗩʘ')

• but how did ayato find out, exactly? well...it took him a good few days to connect the dots fully. he didn't suspect you to be a yandere until well into dating you, that's when he started noticing things. a few of his shirts and other garments were missing— which is to be expected— but when he asked you about them, you pretended like you had no clue what happened to them which further deepened his curiosity. next, ayato began to pick up on things like whenever he wouldn't be hanging out with you and would be out doing whatever, he'd miraculously bump into you. quite the coincidence, isn't it? that's what ayato tried to chalk it up to at first but soon found out that you were following him around.

• soooo, one day when you were out of your house with your family, ayato took it upon himself to snoop

— he climbed into the window leading into your bedroom and practically turned the place upside down. of course, he was careful. he didn't want to give off the impression to you, along with your family, that he was ever here. ayato started by going through your drawers and found some of his clothes stashed inside (which he may or may not have stolen back) before opening your closet where he came face to face with a shrine dedicated to him.

— it was nothing compared to his, sure, but it was still impressive. not only that, but you had printed out some photos of him and littered them around the shrine.

• after he was looking through things, he left with his stolen clothes in tow but when you got back home and returned to your room, you felt something was off because of one thing that caught your attention: the window was open, something you definitely weren't responsible for. afraid that one of your parents was in your room or worse, you began looking around only to find that ayato's shirts and boxers that you had taken a while back had disappeared. scoffing, you pulled out your phone and texted him: "were you in my room??"

— ayato, as expected, tried to deny this but you easily saw through this act of his because you were well aware of the fact that before you agreed to be his girlfriend, he was stalking you. what followed was a conversation where both of you just let things hang out and confessed to a slew of things, you more so than ayato but luckily, you two continued to date after this (but it's not like either one of you would let the other leave willingly).

• you and ayato constantly vie for each other's attention, engaging in elaborate schemes to outdo one another in displays of affection; from leaving love notes hidden in unexpected places to planning extravagant surprises.

• you two are fiercely protective of each other, to the point where you may occasionally clash with anyone they perceive as a threat to your relationship

— ayato is more physical about it though. there will be times when he'll show up at your doorstep all bruised and bloody. he loves how worried you look when you help clean him up! even more when you pout, thinking he was the one who got hurt, and embrace him in a hug as you play with his hair

— when you get jealous over someone, it's the complete opposite. you're vocal about it, maybe not to ayato, but to the person you view as a rival. so, when you find them the next day at school, you'll outright tell them that ayato is your boyfriend. if they continue to be a problem, that's when you'll take things to the next level and eliminate them.

• both of you are skilled manipulators, adept at bending others to their will, testing each other's boundaries, and pushing the limits of control but they would only do the latter to their partner. though, there is really a 50/50 chance that their manipulation and gaslighting would work on another.

• anyway, good luck dating each other because you can't leave haha 🫡

[domxmarvel]

A

Ayano/Ayato Aishi

Notes

Masterlist

Pairing: Ayato Aishi x Female!Reader

Day after day there were notes in your locker,poems,love notes and small gifts. Earrings,a necklace and some other small things. But there was never a name,you never saw anyone put anything into your locker even when you spent hours watching and waiting. It was time for class,but as you picked up your books you saw a note on it. ‘Waiting for me,darling. Don��t worry you’ll see me soon’ You looked around,but you were completely alone. Later that day you were watching your locker again,this time being sneakier but you still hadn’t seen anyone. The bell rang and you made your way to class,finding another note on your desk. ‘You’ll have to be sneakier than that if you wanna catch me’

***

You were walking to your locker when you bumped into someone,they fell to the ground. It was Ayato,he was in the class below you and you remembered bumping into him the first day of school. In fact the whole scene felt like deja vu. 

“Sorry,here let me help you” Reaching your hand down to help him up. 

“Thank you” his hand lingered in yours for a moment before he let go. As he walked away,you thought of something: was he the one sending the notes. Ayato seemed shy and never spoke much to anyone,he also seemed to avoid you in particular. Although you couldn't figure out why. To figure this out you'd need to find out if his handwriting matched the notes.

It was Friday morning and there was another note,this one however was unlike any other one. It wasn't the same paper,handwriting or style as the other ones. It simply said ‘meet me at the cherry blossom tree behind the school’. You knew what it meant,someone was looking to confess their feelings for you.

But after waiting for an hour,no one showed up and had enough. As you went to change your shoes you saw Ayato waiting there.

“Why are you here so late?”

“I had something that I needed to finish,and lost track of time. Since you're here,I could walk you home” His tone was confident,the exact opposite of what you expect. Like he was sure you'd let him walk you back. As you were walking you realized something,you never told him what direction to go. He knew the way and didn't even second guess or look around. He knew where he was going like he walked this path his whole life. You were getting an uneasy feeling about him,thankfully you soon reached your house. “Thank you for walking me back,I'll see you tomorrow” you quickly headed inside,peeking through the curtains to look at him. He just stood there,looking for a while before he left. There was something going on with him,he was definitely leaving the notes. It was very clear that he had some kind of crush on you. But was trying to build up the courage to tell you. That was it surely,he was probably just shy. You might have been too paranoid about the notes,but now they didn't seem to be a big deal. 

[hana-no-seiiki]

CHILD(LIKE)! READER: GRANPAPA, MARKUS KEEPS BULLYING ME! (he totally wasn’t bullying you)

PLATONIC YANDERE GRANDPA: Not to worry, dear child.

PLATONIC YANDERE GRANDPA: *takes one long look at the child’s parents*

MARKUS’S PARENTS (who knows markus did nothing) : *sees their life flashing in front of their eyes, memories of your younger grandpa commanding them flooding back*

MARKUS’S PARENTS: MARKUS YOU GODDAMN FAILURE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE AGAIN-?!

[fruitsaladgame]

in this world, there's only one god

[yandere-wishes]

Keep going back and re-reading this from time to time🥰😘💕

Death Wish | Yandere! Pre-Ghost! Yugi Tsukasa x Gender Neutral! Reader

Chapter One - Playdate Paradox

Word Count: 12.6k.

TW: Animal death, light gore, emotional manipulation, mentions of physical & emotional child abuse, mentions of alcoholism & drug use, implied adultery/infidelity/cheating, vomiting, attempted non-consensual kissing, unhealthy/toxic/abusive relationships & mindsets.

This story takes place in the 1960s.

As there is currently little source material regarding this time period, much of this story’s plot and many of its elements are based on my own personal headcanons and ideas. Therefore, it’s an AU and not canon.

(Y/n) = Your name, (L/n) = Last name.

The aforementioned behaviour featured in this story is in no way advocated or condoned in real life.

Thank you for being awesome, @yandere-wishes.

Summary: What do you get when you take one pinch of parental neglect, a cup of creepy fluff, a dab of domestic violence, a splash of ironic innocence, and a wheelbarrow full of dark subtext?

(Artwork by AidaIro)

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[narumi-gens]

I would propose this very instant if you brought back the yakuza kita fic.

this has been floating around in my mind and will somehow find its way into an eventual yakuza!kita follow-up.

ink | yakuza!kita shinsuke x f!reader

note: mini follow-up to traditional values (but can prob be read on its own) warnings: yakuza au, arranged marriage, hint of yandere, mentions of masturbation and orgasm control, reader is a brat lol

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"I want a reward."

Kita has only just closed the front door with a mild "tadaima" when you plant yourself firmly in front of the genkan. He hasn't even had time to slip off his shoes.

"Do ya deserve one?" he asks simply, seemingly unperturbed by being so suddenly confronted by you.

"I haven't gotten into any trouble. I've played nice with everyone. I've stayed here in the boring countryside with only my phone and the TV for entertainment. I've been good," you whine with a pout.

You've been in Hyogo for almost two weeks by this point -- at Kita's insistence of course. He said a visit was important to help you acclimate to what your life would look like after you were officially married. However, you have doubts about this "visit" considering you have yet to hear when you'll be returning to Tokyo.

"What kinda reward do ya think you've earned?" His tone and expression are both calm and your hopes begin to rise.

"A night out in Osaka." A quick flash of danger passes in his eyes and your hopes come crashing back down.

"No." With just a single word, you feel like you've had the back of your hand slapped away when trying to reach for something you shouldn't have.

"But Shin-kun, I've done everything you've asked and we're not even married yet! I've been good! It's not fair!" You can't help the way your arms fold across your chest or your pout deepens. You do manage to keep from childishly stomping your foot.

"If ya keep behavin' like this, ya won't be getting any reward." As usual, he doesn't need to raise his voice for you to know that you're toeing a line that it would be in your best interest not to cross. You relent with a huff.

"Fine. Then there's something else I want," you say and he gives you a flat look.

"I already told ya yer not coming until we're married."

You roll your eyes. You've heard that enough by this point in your engagement to know that it's an exercise in futility to even bother pleading asking.

"No. Something else."

He raises an eyebrow and it's all the permission you need to continue. Your posture straightens and your arms unfold to hang down at your sides.

"I want to see your tattoos." Although his expression doesn't change, there's a momentary hint of surprise in his eyes, clearly not having expected such a request.

You wonder if your own expression betrays your eagerness. While you've seen his tattooed forearms from afar when he's rolled up his shirtsleeves, it's only ever been a small taste of what's etched upon his skin and hidden beneath fabric.

Lately, when you've found yourself in bed with your fingers buried in your pussy, your walls clenching around them and your clit swollen the overwhelming and months-long need to come, all you can imagine is what he's chosen for the centerpiece tattoo that dominates his back.

Nothing you envision ever seems to fit the strict and traditional image of the Inarizaki's kumicho. A dragon seems too cliché. A tiger seems too egotistic. A samurai is too aggressive and an oni too vulgar.

So, when the corner of Kita's lip twitches briefly upward, your breath catches with excitement. Wordlessly, he steps closer to where you stand on the edge of the genkan. With the height advantage of the step, you're almost able to directly meet his gaze without looking up.

When he slips off his black jacket and hands it to you, you carefully fold it over your arms. You can tell that something in the gesture pleases him -- whether it's the submissiveness or domesticity, you're not sure. You're not inclined to offer any protest as he begins to unbutton his white dress shirt with nimble fingers.

With every inch of skin that's slowly revealed, you can feel yourself growing wetter, the fabric of your underwear beginning to cling uncomfortably to your slick folds. When the final button comes undone, you clench your thighs together, pitifully acknowledging it's the only taste of satisfaction that you'll see.

As the shirt slides down his arms, he passes it for you to take and you mindlessly hang it over the jacket already on your arm. Your eyes greedily drink in the expansive swaths of color that cover almost every inch of his skin.

Aside from an inch-wide strip of unmarred skin extending from his neck past the waist of his pants, his entire upper body is etched with traditional yakuza imagery of swirling black clouds and blossoming flowers. You don't miss the rice stalks interspersed throughout the designs.

You find yourself entranced by the design of the fox that stretches from over his left shoulder to cover his heart. It mirrors the traditional ukiyo-e style, only it remains uncolored and you instantly know it's meant to portray the divine white kitsune. Your gaze follows its form back up to his shoulder where it disappears from your sight.

When you finally lift your eyes to meet his, the hunger that you see in them is almost enough to make you moan aloud. Your thighs clench together again in a pathetic search for what little relief you can find.

"I want to see the back," you eventually tell him, your voice breathless.

"Do ya deserve a second reward?" His own voice sounds deeper to your ears and you wonder how many nights he's denied himself pleasure between your thighs in service of controlling yours.

The implied threat that he may put his shirt back on and deny you the chance to see the centerpiece of his tattooed body is almost as bad as his denial of your orgasms. Your desperation drives you to your knees and you fold your legs beneath you in a traditional seiza.

"Please, Shin-kun," you beg as you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. "I've been good!"

A hint of affection briefly crosses his face and he leans down to give the top of your head a gentle kiss. His hand then grabs your jaw and he firmly guides you back to your feet.

"Yeah, ya have been good, ain't ya?" he hums thoughtfully and something almost nearing amusement tugs at his lips when you nod your head eagerly in his hand in response.

Deciding to placate you, he slowly drags a thumb across your plush bottom lip, letting the tip of it dip into your mouth and brush against your tongue before he drops his hand altogether.

And finally, finally, he turns around so that you can see what he's chosen to have permanently inked across the skin of his broad back.

When you see the artwork, you can't help the grin that grows on your face at your own foolishness. How stupid you are to have ever thought it could be anything else.

Painted in shades of black, green, yellow, blue, and red is the figure of a woman with two uncolored foxes at her feet standing in a lush field of rice that's ready to be harvested.

Of course traditional Kita Shinsuke, head of Kansai's most powerful yakuza group, who comes from a long line of rice farmers, and shuns the city to spend his evenings in the Hyogo countryside, has a tattoo of Inari Ōkami -- the kami of foxes and rice.

[delulustateofmind]

I love your yandere fics so much!! You write them so well like how imagined them to be! Can i request a yandere!gojo with celebrity reader. Gojo is a smitten fanboy (he finally found his match a beauty that can be on par or surpass his looks) who then kidnaps reader and with somno and mindblowing smut (he is intimate and makes love, very sensual — but sometimes can be cruel when reader is not cooperative), very obsessive and possesive behavior, where reader eventually falls into a stockholm syndrome when she realizes he is the only one who can lover her like that.

Ah, anon, fanboy gojo is a horrifying gojo. I couldn't fit the somno in there my bad but I did let em get frisky. Yan!Gojo x Idol! Reader TW: Yandere Behaviors (Heavy in obsession & manipulation, stalking, trapping), Non Curse AU, Noncon / Dubcon, Stockholm Syndrome, Unbalanced power dynamic, Lifesize Doll, Gojo is just a fucking creep in this one. Reader has bad ending and is going through it. MDNI A/n: There's something absolutely horrifying about just anyone with too much money. Also, this one gave me an icky feeling, like really icky to the point where I had to go play some wii sports for some serotonin . So just fair warning on that everyone.

So this would definitely take place in a non-curse AU where the Gojo family reigns supreme over an empire of companies, including your idol agency. Satoru’s obsession with you began long before his parents handed him the keys to your career as a "gift" for his 21st birthday. By then, he already had an entire shrine dedicated to you—a collage of your debut album covers, grainy videos from your first audition, and meticulously preserved cut-outs of you in your signature frilly stage outfits.

He even went as far as purchasing your stockings and, disturbingly, a vial of your sweat from an online auction. Because when it came to you, no price was too steep, no boundary too sacred.

Satoru had been such a good boy, after all. He kept his record spotless, avoided any scandals, and played the part of the dutiful heir to perfection. So, for his birthday, the Gojo family rewarded him in the grandest way possible: a private concert (in their household theatre)  featuring none other than his favorite obsession.

Lucky you.

"Why do I always end up with the creeps?" you muttered under your breath backstage, steeling yourself for what was to come. You’d been expecting a small, exclusive audience—maybe a handful of elite guests alongside the infamous Gojo Satoru. Instead, the venue was eerily empty, save for one man sitting dead center in the front row.

Of course, it was him.

Satoru lounged in his seat, his long legs spread comfortably and his unrelenting gaze fixed on the stage. Those icy blue eyes shimmered with a kind of deranged excitement.

Still, you plastered on your most radiant smile, the same one that had been drilled into you since your debut, and stepped onto the stage. "Satoru-kun!" you called sweetly, your voice dripping with feigned delight.

That simple acknowledgment sent him into a visible frenzy. He straightened immediately, his grin stretching impossibly wide, the edges almost unhinged. His hands clutched the armrests of his chair as if holding himself back from leaping onto the stage.

"Satoru-kun," you repeated, your tone syrupy enough to mask the bitterness in your throat. The way his eyes sparkled, as though you’d just handed him the universe, made your skin crawl.

Why did he have to smile like that? Why did it feel like this wasn’t just a concert, but some kind of trap?

You swallowed hard and launched into your first song, your voice steady even as your heart raced. Through it all, his gaze never wavered, and you could swear that he wasn’t just listening—he was memorizing every note, every movement, every glance in his direction.

The worst part? You could feel that manic, suffocating grin even with your eyes closed.

The final note faded, and you lowered the mic with a practiced flourish, painting on a dazzling smile despite the tight knot in your stomach. Applause didn’t erupt—just a slow, deliberate clap from the lone figure seated in the otherwise empty venue. Each measured beat sent an icy shiver down your spine.

"Bravo! Amazing, as always," Satoru called, his voice laced with the kind of excitement that made your skin crawl. His bright grin stretched wider, his icy blue eyes fixed on you like a predator watching its prize.

Suppressing the urge to grimace, you clasped your hands in front of you and tilted your head, letting out a bubbly laugh. “Aww, Satoru-kun, you’re too sweet! You always know how to make a girl feel special!” Your voice was light, airy, laced with the charm your agency had drilled into you since day one.

His grin widened, if that was even possible, and he leaned forward in his seat, resting his chin in his palm. “Only because you are special, [Y/N]-chan.”

You swallowed back the bile creeping up your throat and gave a coy wave, bowing deeply. “Thank you so much! I’m so glad you enjoyed the show!”

The second you turned and stepped offstage, the smile dropped from your face like a mask sliding off. Your jaw clenched as you made your way backstage, your mind racing. What is wrong with this guy?

Inside the dressing room, you immediately set to work peeling off your stage outfit and shoving your things into your bag. The faint hum of the mirror bulbs was the only sound as you yanked off your heels, wincing at the ache in your feet. “Just a few more minutes,” you muttered to yourself, your tone dark and venomous, “and I’m out of here.”

A sharp knock at the door shattered the momentary quiet. Your heart sank. “Just a minute!” you chirped, forcing the syrupy sweetness back into your voice. But your hands trembled as you zipped up your bag. He wouldn’t come backstage, would he?

The door creaked open without waiting for a response, and your worst fears were realized.

Satoru stepped in as though he owned the place—which, you supposed, he technically did—and shut the door behind him with a soft click. The sound of the lock sliding into place sent a chill racing down your spine.

You plastered on another sunny smile, turning to face him. “Satoru-kun! What a surprise! Did you come to say goodbye?” Your voice was an octave higher than usual, chipper and fake as it could get, but he didn’t seem to notice. If anything, it only made his smile softer, more adoring.

“Goodbye?” he repeated, tilting his head as if the very idea was foreign to him. “Oh, no, [Y/N]-chan. The night’s just getting started. I thought we could spend some time together. Just the two of us.”

You laughed, the sound forced and overly bright. “Oh, Satoru-kun, you’re so funny! I’m sure you’re busy, though, and I wouldn’t want to keep you—”

He interrupted by stepping closer, and you instinctively took a step back, your spine hitting the edge of the dressing table. His eyes gleamed with something dangerous now, something far too intense.

“I made sure I wouldn’t be busy,” he said softly, his voice unnervingly calm. “This is a special night, after all.”

Your hands tightened around the strap of your bag, but your bubbly mask stayed firmly in place. “You’re so thoughtful, Satoru-kun! But really, I’m just so exhausted from performing—I don’t want to ruin your night by being a boring old workaholic!”

His smile faltered, just for a second. The glint in his eyes shifted to something colder.

“Ruining my night?” he echoed, his voice dropping a pitch. He stepped even closer, his long fingers brushing against the edge of your bag. “Oh, [Y/N]-chan, you could never ruin anything for me. You’re perfect. That’s why I waited so long for this.”

The room suddenly felt too small, the air too thin. Still, you kept the mask on, even as your pulse thundered in your ears. “Satoru-kun, you’re such a charmer!” you said with a giggle, though the sound nearly cracked under the weight of your fear. “But really, I—”

“Enough.” His voice was soft but firm, and it froze you in place. The playful tone was gone, replaced by something sharper. His hands found your hips, firm but not painful—yet. “You don’t have to pretend with me, [Y/N]-chan. I know what you really need. What you deserve.”

For a split second, the mask cracked. Your smile faltered, your eyes betraying the panic clawing at your chest. But you quickly forced it back into place, stretching your lips into something resembling a cheerful grin. This wasn’t just any creep—this was the owner of your agency. The man who could ruin your career with a single word. Rejecting him wasn’t an option.

“Oh, Satoru-kun!” you said with a bright laugh that sounded hollow even to your own ears. “You’re too kind, really!”

His expression softened at your attempt, though the unsettling hunger in his eyes never wavered. “I want to show you something,” he murmured, his voice low and syrupy as he stepped closer.

Before you could react, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. The sharp scent of his cologne—overly expensive and cloyingly strong—invaded your senses, making your head spin. You froze as you heard him inhale deeply, the sound sending an involuntary shudder down your spine.

“That’s it,” he sighed, as if your discomfort was the most intoxicating thing in the world.

You swallowed hard, suppressing the wave of revulsion rising in your chest. “Y-Yeah, sure. Anything you want,” you said, forcing another fake giggle. The bile was starting to creep up your throat, but you choked it back.

Satoru straightened, beaming like you’d just granted him his deepest wish. Without another word, he grabbed your hand and tugged you along, his grip firm but not painful. His long strides made it hard to keep up, and you stumbled slightly as he led you down a long, opulent hallway.

“This way,” he said brightly, his excitement bubbling over as he opened a door at the end of the hall. “I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to show you this.”

The room you stepped into wasn’t just a bedroom—it was a shrine.

Your face froze in a practiced smile, but your stomach churned violently. Every inch of the walls was covered with photos of you, from professional headshots to candid moments you didn’t even know had been captured. A glass case in the corner held memorabilia from your career: props from music videos, outfits you’d worn onstage, and even a pair of shoes you’d discarded years ago. The bed, an enormous thing with crisp white sheets, was adorned with pillows printed with your image.

And in the center of it all, on a pedestal near the window, was a life-sized figure. You.

Your knees nearly buckled at the sight. It was a doll replica, eerily accurate down to the smallest details. The same smile you forced onstage, the same sparkle in your eyes. But the longer you stared, the more disturbing it became.

“Oh, this isn’t even the best part!” Satoru chirped, oblivious—or perhaps delighting in—your horror. He dropped your hand and strode over to the pedestal, gesturing at the figure like a proud artist showing off their masterpiece. “It’s perfect, don’t you think? Just like the real thing.”

You swallowed hard, your hands trembling as you clutched your bag to your chest. “I-I don’t even know what to say, Satoru-kun,” you managed, your voice strained despite your best efforts to sound enthusiastic.

His gaze snapped to you, a flicker of something dangerous crossing his face. “Say you love it,” he demanded, his tone sharp enough to cut through the air.

“I love it,” you echoed immediately, the words leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. You felt like you might vomit right there on the pristine floor.

Satoru’s grin returned, softening into something almost tender. “I knew you would,” he said, stepping closer until he was mere inches away. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair from your face with a touch that made your skin crawl. “It’s because it’s all for you, [Y/N]-chan. All of it. Everything I do is for you.”

Your smile wavered as you nodded, the muscles in your face aching from the effort to keep it in place. Inside, you screamed.

He began to ramble, his voice drifting into an almost giddy monologue as he circled the room. “The doll is great, don’t get me wrong,” he said, gesturing at the figure with a flourish. “But it’s not you. It doesn’t feel like you.” His words trailed off into something quieter, almost wistful. “At least… not yet.”

You didn’t want to know what he meant by that, and you weren’t about to ask. Instead, you kept your fake smile plastered on and nodded along, praying he’d lose interest and let you leave.

“But…” He stopped mid-sentence, turning to face you with that same soft, disarming smile that would’ve melted hearts if it weren’t attached to someone so terrifying. He stepped closer, and you instinctively backed up, only to find the edge of the bed pressing into the backs of your knees.

“You can be the real thing for me, right?” he asked, his tone almost teasing, as if this were some innocent joke between friends. His hands came to rest on your shoulders, deceptively gentle as he guided you to sit down.

“Satoru-kun…” you began, your voice high and airy with forced politeness. “I-I’m not sure what you mean—”

“Oh, come on.” He crouched down to your level, his face just inches from yours now. The smile on his lips didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t play dumb, [Y/N]-chan. I mean… heh…” His laugh was soft, almost self-deprecating, but the threat behind it was crystal clear. “Imagine if the media found out we did something together? Your career would be over, wouldn’t it?”

Your blood ran cold. The bile that had been simmering in your throat threatened to rise, but you swallowed it down, forcing another laugh. “Satoru-kun, you’re so funny! You know I’d never want to disappoint you, but—”

“You wouldn’t disappoint me.” His interruption was immediate, his voice firm but still unnervingly calm. He tilted his head, studying you like a puzzle he was eager to solve. “You’d make me the happiest man in the world, [Y/N]-chan. That’s all I want.”

The weight of his hands on your shoulders grew heavier, and for the first time, the mask you wore faltered completely. You could feel the edges of your resolve cracking as panic clawed at your chest.

“I—I think I should go,” you stammered, your voice trembling now. “It’s been such a long night, and I’m so tired—”

“Shhh.” His finger pressed lightly against your lips, silencing you. “No need to rush. You’re home now. With me.”

The words hung in the air, suffocating, as he gently pushed you back onto the bed.

You felt caged, trapped beneath him as he leaned down and kissed you with a fervent passion that left no room for doubt. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that sent heat spiraling through your body, surprising you with how skilled he was. How is he this good? you wondered, a flicker of reluctant curiosity slipping into your thoughts. For someone with a room like this, you didn’t expect him to know his way around intimacy so well.

When his kisses trailed down your neck, you couldn’t suppress the small sounds that escaped your lips—tiny, breathy moans that only encouraged him. You hated how natural it felt, how easy it was to let yourself melt just a little under his touch.

His hands moved with practiced ease, unbuttoning your soft frilly blouse and sliding it down your arms. The fabric fell away without ceremony, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air. He unhooked your bra without even looking, his attention fixed on you as if you were the only thing in the universe.

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of your collarbone. “So beautiful. I can’t believe you’re real.” His voice was thick with awe, the kind of adoration that would have been flattering in another context. Here, it only added to the strange, heady mix of fear and something else stirring in your chest.

You didn’t stop him.

Instead, you found yourself leaning into his touch, your mind a blur of conflicting emotions. Part of you screamed to push him away, to escape this madness before it consumed you. But another part—a quieter, insidious part—was starting to crave the way he made you feel. The way he looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

When he pulled out a condom, your breath hitched. He held it up with a playful smirk, his icy blue eyes glinting with mischief. “Can’t have my favorite girl off the stage because of a baby,” he teased, the words delivered so casually it made your head spin.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stared at him, your body caught between tension and reluctant desire. “S-Satoru-kun…” you murmured, your voice softer now, less forced. You weren’t sure what you were trying to say—if you were trying to stop him or if you were giving in.

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “Don’t worry, [Y/N]-chan. I’ll take care of everything. Just trust me.”

And for some reason, at that moment, you did.

His actions surprised you. For all the unsettling obsession and the manic energy that seemed to define him, he was unexpectedly gentle. Every hitch of your breath, every flinch, had him pausing immediately, his hands soothing against your skin. He pressed soft kisses to your cheeks, your lips, your jawline, as if trying to reassure you, as if trying to prove that this was about more than just possession.

Each movement was careful, each thrust deliberate, his pace slow and measured, as though he was determined not to hurt you. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but notice how his body seemed to move in perfect rhythm with yours, how his touch sent shivers coursing down your spine—not from fear, but from how good it felt. It felt almost too wrong for it to feel this good. 

“You’re so perfect,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick with emotion. “So much better than I ever imagined. So much better than… than her.”

You knew exactly what he meant by her—that unsettling doll that resembled you sitting in the room. But there was no malice in his tone, no frustration, only unbridled awe. “I knew you’d feel like this,” he continued, his words tumbling out in a breathless babble. “So warm, so soft… so real.”

His hands caressed your sides, trailing down to grip your hips with a reverence that made your chest tighten. “You don’t understand, [Y/N]-chan. I’ve waited for this. For you. I’ve dreamed of having you here, like this, for so long.” His lips found yours again, and this time, you kissed him back. Perhaps out of fear, perhaps out of obligation—or perhaps something else entirely, something you weren’t ready to confront.

“I’m so happy,” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours, his breath warm and steady against your skin. His hips ground against yours with a practiced ease that sent shivers through your body, small, involuntary moans slipping from your lips. You weren’t even sure anymore if they were fake.

His icy blue eyes softened, a vulnerability shining through that you hadn’t expected, a strange mix of desperation and adoration. “So happy you’re finally here with me. You belong here. With me.”

The words sent a wave of unease crashing over you, yet his touch—so deliberate, so intimate—made it harder to hold on to that feeling. His pace quickened, his rhythm building into something that pulled soft cries from your throat, cries you weren’t sure belonged to the person you thought you were.

And then it was over, leaving you breathless, your heart pounding in your ears. You stared blankly at the ceiling, the tension in your body refusing to dissipate even as the room fell silent.

Silently thankful for that condom.

Satoru, however, seemed perfectly at ease. He snuggled into you with a satisfied sigh, his face pressed against your chest, his arms wrapping around you like he was afraid you’d disappear. 

His white hair tickled your skin, and without thinking, your fingers found their way into it, absently threading through the soft strands. The motion felt automatic, like muscle memory from a life you weren’t supposed to be living. Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts, questions you didn’t have answers to. Yet, as he murmured something incoherent against your skin, his voice content and heavy with sleep, you found yourself continuing the motion, stroking his hair in a way that felt far too natural.

Because even if it’s love from some creep, maybe that’s the kind of love you crave.

The thought sat heavy in your chest, an unwelcome truth that made your stomach twist. You’d never had someone hold you like this, never had someone look at you the way he did—as if you were the entire world, as if you were the answer to every question he’d ever asked. It was overwhelming, suffocating, and yet…

It was something.

Your fingers paused in his hair for a moment, hovering as if they’d been burned by the thought. But then his arms tightened around you, his face nuzzling deeper into your chest, and a soft, contented sigh escaped his lips. You couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

Maybe you didn’t deserve something better. Maybe this was all there was.

So, you let him hold you. You let your fingers tangle in his hair again, let yourself relax just enough to make it through the moment. Because even if it was wrong, even if it wasn’t the love you’d dreamed of, at least it was real. At least it was something.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male oneshots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 2.3k┆warnings: dazai behavior, death, forced touches (kinda), manipulation, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, suicide, yandere themes┆a/n: the plot for this one-shot was actually the plot I had for a hanako-kun x reader fic that I never got to finish. (btw “bella” means “beautiful” and “belladonna” means “beautiful lady.” It is also the name of a flower) kinda rushed ending I think

𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀

yandere!osamu d. x fem!reader

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

my elegant flower…” Dazai breathily muttered into your ear, his right hand traveling down your body to secure itself onto your waist. The other lightly sliding down your arm until it met with yours, your hands mending together almost perfectly.

He began taking slow, steady steps with you in his firm, yet ever so delicate, arms. You hated the way he made you feel; and the heat rising to your cheeks didn’t make it any better.

The way his hands held onto you like nothing else in the world mattered made you sick. Like he was so deeply in love with you, that he never, ever wanted to let you go.

And this this hell felt like heaven for him.

So much like heaven, that he’s made you forget how and why you’re even in this concerning situation.

You and Dazai danced together as if you both were lovers, destined to always find each other in whatever universe God puts you in.

But it was quite the opposite.

Take where you are for example, atop the roof of an abandoned 5 story building at the dead of night.

Why are you even here, you ask? Well let’s go back to the beginning.

You and Dazai are coworkers at the Armed Detective Agency (ADA), and have been for the past few years. And because of that, you’re practically around the man 24/7.

But what’s so wrong with Dazai? Well, not only is he extremely irritating and obsessed with suicide, but it’s so painfully obvious that he’s obsessed with you as well!!

He’s overwhelmingly clingy and flirtatious, not to mention his constant attempts at suicide and begging for you to join him in a double suicide drive you mad. He can also be a tad bit controlling and manipulative when it comes to spending time with others.

“Oh, bella…” Dazai sang as he kneeled in front of you while you sat in your desk chair, his hands keeping a firm grip on yours. “…I can just imagine how beautiful your hands would look around my neck, finally granting me the sweet gift of death I crave so muc—“

“-Quit flirting with L/n, Dazai! Get back to work!!” Kunikida shouted at the suicidal brunet before dragging him away from you by his shirt collar.

You sighed at the scene before you, quickly turning back towards your desk and returning to your job. But your peace and quiet didn’t last very long until you were assigned the job to check out an old, abandoned, warehouse that is suspected to be the hideout for an unknown organization kidnapping certain people around the area of Yokohama.

Of course, you agree to the job and the partner assigned to you… but you declined the last part. You insisted that you did not need anyone’s assistance in this job, mainly because you didn’t want a certain bandage-waster recommending himself as the perfect candidate for the position.

You left the ADA building, ready to save the captives and go home and sleep. But someone had ulterior motives…

Once arriving at the warehouse, you pulled out your gun and hid in a blind spot from anyone inside the abandoned building.

Your eyes scanned the perimeter and the entrance it’s self and… “Is no one in there?” You quietly muttered to yourself; there was absolutely no sign of life anywhere.

What the fuck? You thought.

You were about to walk over there before you were stopped by your gun being snatched right out of your grasp.

“I doubt you’ll be needing that, bella.”

Gasping in shock, you spun around on your heel, meeting eyes with… him. “Wha… what are you doing here, Dazai!?”

“Call me Osamu,” he added rather quickly, “and what’s so wrong with a fellow member of the agency taking the time out of their evening to assist their dear colleague?”

You angrily glared at him but he seemed to not care. It’s almost like he loves getting a reaction out of people, especially you.

“I thought I told you I liked working alone…“ what made you trail off of your sentence short was Dazai reaching for your hand and gently holding it in his.

He didn’t dare to break eye contact as he kissed your knuckles. You grimaced at the feeling, cursing yourself for not snatching your hand away and shoving him away from you.

“I could be trying out a new method of suicide right now, but I decided to spend my time with you.” He added with a small pout.

You rolled your eyes at him, “Wow, how selfless…! Now leave, I’m trying to do my job here!! Now give me my gun back!!!”

You jumped to reach the black weapon but he held it over your head, “Ah, ah, ah! I told you that you won’t need this, haven’t I, my dear belladonna?”

You tightly pressed your lips together, already knowing that Dazai won’t give in that easily. Shit, he probably won’t even give in at all!

“You know, I might reconsider that offer of strangling you to death right about now…” you muttered under your breath.

“Oh really?” He leaned over towards you a bit, you didn’t exactly expect him to hear you. “Sorry, but I prefer my deaths to be painless and knowing you, that probably won’t happen.”

Sighing, you reached out your open hand in front of him, “My gun.”

“Well that’s not a complete sentence now is it, Belladonna?” Laughing softly to himself Dazai, sat up straight. “I’m getting sick of this back and forth banter, let’s just go inside the place already.”

Dazai threw his hands back, the gun flying back even further. You watched in horror as it disappeared into the overgrown vegetation.

“You fucking—“

The bandaged brunet grabbed onto your wrist and forced you into the warehouse.

The second you both ran through the door, you pried your wrist off of his hand, “What the hell’s wrong with you, Osamu!? There could’ve been a bunch of armed men in here trying to kill us!!”

“But there wasn’t.” He stated bluntly, not even wanting to touch on the fact that you have just referred to him as “Osamu.”

Seething, you tore your gaze away from him and looked around the empty space around you. No one’s here either.

“You’re right. There… isn’t…” You looked around for a good 5 seconds before a loud gasp echoed through the room.

“What? You… you lied about the- the everything didn’t you!? The kidnappers and—”

“-I didn’t lie, okay.” He raises his hands up In defense. “All I did was tell you the wrong address, the kidnappers are somewhere on the other side of Yokohama but who cares!!” He laughed uncaringly at the situation.

“You cannot be fucking for real right now…” you rubbed your temple at the mere thought of this. It was absolutely unbelievable.

You and everyone at the ADA might know this already, but it’s becoming more and more evident as the days go by: Dazai is fucking insane.

“Come on, Y/n!! Don’t tell me you’re scared of heights!!” You must’ve zoned out for a moment because now Dazai is climbing the stairs up to the next floor as he urges you on to follow him.

Already mentally drained, you wanted to turn around and go home, but something about this intrigued you so you went along with it.

That was your first mistake.

This went on for another twenty or so minutes until you both have reached the roof. Quite frankly, you were tired and out of breath. Panting as if you had just ran a fucking marathon.

“You made it!” He claps his hands together, “Barely…” he adds on under his breath, loud enough for you to hear.

“Why… did you bring me here…?” You said as you finally got a hold of your breath, noticing that it is already dark outside. The only light source being the bright, half-moon in the sky.

“Bring you here…?” Dazai slowly stepped closer to you, chuckling darkly to himself, “What do you mean? You followed me all by yourself. You could’ve turned around and went home whenever you wanted.” As if he’d even let you do that in the first place.

“Uh- well…” you stuttered, “Whatever.” Crossing your arms you, turned away from him.

The bandaged brunet stepped closer to you, “C’mon, bella…“ He whined, shoving his hands into his pockets; a strange smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What’s the matter? Are you mad because I lied to you?” He teased you in a mock baby voice, desperately trying to get a reaction out of you.

You turned around, ready to give him a piece of your mind, but his brown eyes looking right through your soul silenced you. There was a look on his face that you couldn’t make out. Was he frustrated? Maybe amused?

Whatever it was, you didn’t want any parts of it.

“I don’t even know why I followed you up here. I’m leaving.” You swiftly turned around again, and began walking away. But a firm grip on your forearm stopped you right in your tracks.

“Hey, what are you-“

He didn’t respond. He only yanked you into his arms. His, that you won’t admit, warm and loving arms. His arm was tightly around your waist while the other gently rested on top of your head.

“Dazai,” you paused, horribly frustrated with yourself for finding somewhat enjoying his embrace, “what are you doing?”

“Y/n, you know how I just love the idea of committing a double suicide with the beautiful lady I fall in love with?” He whispered to you, his arms securely around your waist.

“Uhm, yeah? I guess? What does any of this have to do with…?”

“I have another question,” he continued, “You do know I’m in love with you, right?”

“You what!?—“

Suddenly, Dazai released you from his embrace, you would’ve lost balance if he didn’t secure his grip on your waist.

“Oh, my elegant flower…!” he breathily whispered into your ear as his hand firmly grasped onto yours. You looked into his brown eyes that sparkled like stars in the beautiful moonlight. You hated the way he looked at you. You just hated absolutely everything about him. Why did he of all people have to fall in love with you?

At this point, you have no idea what the fuck is going on. Feeling weird by not doing anything with your free hand, you awkwardly placed your free hand on his shoulder.

You’ve never slow danced with a man before, but this what they do on movies, right? This is good enough.

He began taking slow, steady steps with you in his firm yet ever so delicate arms. You couldn't help but divert your gaze away from him whilst your face flushed a soft red color. Why am I blushing like crazy right now? Why won’t it stop!?

“Did you not hear me?” He continued the previous conversation, momentarily stopping his movements, “I said that I’m in love with you.”

“You’re… in… in love?” You felt so stupid at this moment. Has it not been obvious since the beginning? He constantly compliments you on a daily. He’s even expressed his interest in committing a double suicide with his lover, and you just happen to be the person he bothers with the question the most. I’d have to be stupid to never realize it, shit.

“No, that’s not true…” his grip around your waist now becoming hellishly tight. A gasp escaped your lips but it was quickly overrun by his words, “I’m obsessed with you. Why else would I lie about your current mission? I just needed this alone time with you. There’s something really important I needed to tell you.”

“I- are you crazy!?” You shrieked, your last pieces of sympathy for him instantly shattering into oblivion.

“Only crazy for you, my beautiful flower.”

“Dazai, are you seriou-“

Before you could get a word out, Dazai pressed his soft lips against yours. The kiss was only a few seconds, but for you, it felt like an eternity.

Once he finally pulled away, you caught your breath. In a melodramatic manner, nonetheless.

An amused smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he stared straight into your eyes, “I doubt it was that bad, Y/n.” He chuckled softly.

“You can’t hate me that much, my dear bella.”

You didn’t respond to him, only diverting your gaze away from him. “I do, I really do…”

He laughed quietly before beginning to take a few steps with you. You became more and more embarrassed each time you slipped up and stepped on his feet but still not feeling obligated to mutter a quiet apology.

But then, there was a sudden stop. You could feel Dazai’s heart pounding faster than usual. He redirected his gaze and bit his lip nervously before looking straight at you.

He placed a soft kiss against your forehead, and muttered a quiet declaration of love before hugging you tightly. Embracing you with all of his might.

And leaning forward. At first, you thought that he was passed out or something and that you both were stumbling to the ground, but that wasn’t the case. It was quite the opposite, as a matter of fact.

Now it all makes sense. Why he stopped dancing; Because you were on the edge of the roof, perhaps?

Why he grabbed onto you; So you wouldn’t fight against him, maybe?

His decoration of love… he was going to kill himself.

And bring you along with him.

Tears ran down your face as sobs ripped through your throat. You couldn’t believe it, despite how surprising that sounds. It just feels like some kind of act of betrayal to you, even if he is dying as well.

The moment before you and Osamu hit the rock-hard pavement, he let go of you and muttered a phrase you may never forget, even in the afterlife:

“Thank you.”

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[thequietkid-moonie]

Can you make some headcanons about Yandere Teru and Akane(Tbhk) sharing a darling?

Sharing a darling

[ YANDERE HEADCANONS ] [ Teru & Akane ]

[ Toilet Bound Hanako-kun / Jibaku Shounen Hanako-kun ]

Interestiiiing ~ I like your idea and I will made it as violent as posible! I dont regret it, I liked writing it that way! it may have some angst, just a little silly warning

Teru and Akane doesn't really get along at all, they both are close to each other just because the threat the other represents, non really like the other for what having and actually sharing their beloved darling is only the last resource

The one who would fall in love first is the one who is closest to you, the other one end up falling in love after getting to meet you accidentally thanks to the other for what non would be happy. Both, Teru and Akane, love deeply and with burning passion, for both you are like a ray of hope, someone who must be protected but at the same time both are incredibly possesive and thinks they are doing the best for you, and the best is definetly not with the other

Teru realice Akane's feeling almost imediatly and he grows not only angry but also paranoid, he already fears for your safety due all his experiences in his job but a supernatural loving his darling is even offensive! Teru is so close to actually finish Akane's life for even just looking at you but he is holding back himself to don't get troubles that could get in his and yours way (but the closer you two grow the more dificult it is for him to hold back)

Akane simply doesn’t like that you even interact with Teru but still it would take him a while to notice Teru's feelings for you, it take a slip on his act for him to wonder whats going on with him to realice that he is interested on you, and, unlike Teru, he imediatly jumps into the confrontation

It end up being thanks to Akane that the topic is settle on the table, making clear his love and that he won't give up on you, let alone for someone like Teru Minamoto, making him answer with a passive agressive attitude and imediatly declaring a war between both, non of them are planing to give up on you nor lose against the other so they will be stuck in their fight

The fight both have is far from being fair and pacific, both are trying to monopolize your time and attention even from other students because both are desperate for being the winner, Akane is following you around like a puppy, always trying to chat with you about anything you want and staying as physicaly close as posible, he can even become overwhelming since he is so close to just hold you close to ask you to don't leave him alone, while Teru is more discreet and yet demanding, he uses his position not only on the student council but also with his imagine as the prince of the school to be able to make you only look at him, purpousely making indirect moves on you so the rumor about the posibility of you two being togheter spreds across the school in an attempt to leave clear that you are his

As time pass and both manage to get closer to you both start to play even more dirty, whenever any of them had even the smallest moment alone with you they make sure to tarnish the image you have of the other, Teru shameless tell you Akane's secret of being half supernatural while Akane tell you the real attitude of Teru, calling him sadistic and merciless, both try to make you see the other like a monster while they are the safest option, how they are the one capable of keeping you safe!

Both are so focus on destroying every chance the other has with you that they will not notice how you are the only real victim of their fight, it is until they notice the fear or even the anger on your expression when they will finally stop to look back at what they have done, not only insolated you from the rest of the students but also while trying to ruin the other reputation they have pushed you to the point where you don't feel comfortable or even safe at the side of any of them, after all they have done nothing but tell the worst things of the other

At the end, accepting to share you and make it up for you together is the only option left for them, they agreed to share you just to protect your own mental health, both will apologize together and try to explain that both have being blinded by their own selfishness, Teru and Akane swears on their life that they will not fight again and will make it up for you but the reality is that when you finally trust them again and start to calm down they would be fighting behind you back once more, after all both are way too possesive to share you, let alone with the person they hate and blame for how you felt

[merakiui]

MERA MERA MERAAAAAA!!!!!!!!😭😭😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

YANDERE NEIGE!! YANDERE NEIGE!! YANDERE NEIGE!!

*intense Satanistic rituals*

Imagine a yandere Neige who manipulates reader into hating Vil who has a crush on them??? OMiGOSSSSHHHHH😭😭😭

Or or or or or even a Yandere Neige LeBlanche who is blackmailing reader 😲.............

Anyway I LOVE YOU MERAA!! 😻😻😽😽❤️‍🩹❤️💓💖💝💞💞💕💕🩷🩷🎀🎀🎀🌹🌹🌹🌹

👁 👁 the manipulation and the blackmailing?!??!?!?! YES YES AAAAAAA YOU HAD ME AT YANDERE NEIGE!!!! In my mind, Neige is just crazy enough to pull a Secret Alliance in order to get closer to you,,, or maybe he'd pretend not to be interested in your gender so he can get away with being extremely touchy and affectionate with you (all under the guise of platonic friendship, so there's no worry of him ever falling in love!) and you let it happen because he's your bestie. But truthfully he's just terrible,,, such a pervert. >_<

I like to imagine he sometimes lets the most yandere lines slip and then he'll play it off with a giggle. Something something "Oh, you were with Vi-kun today? Aaah, wouldn't it be great if he could just go to sleep forever and never wake up?" Cue his cute laughter and the addition of, "That would make him a real sleeping beauty, wouldn't it!" :D just,,,, completely unnerving and it doesn't even seem like a joke sometimes. ^^;;; in my mind, Neige is jealous of Vil just as Vil was once jealous of him. >:D their dynamic is so fascinating to me. Vil/Neige rivalry...........

I just adore the sweet, bubbly Neige who always smiles and is just so kind and polite, but then there's a very scary darkness that dims his eyes when he sees you spending more time with someone who isn't him. Maybe he's just a little spoiled... of course he's still very humble because he came from humble beginnings himself, but being such a widely beloved celebrity has made it easy for him to get certain things. He's handed opportunities left and right, so maybe the twisted logic is that,,, shouldn't he have you, too? :) just a touch greedy.

Neige who knows very well Vil tried to poison him that day before the VDC and so he uses that to gain your sympathy and trust. He was so scared and hurt, you know? :< oh, but please don't be angry with Vi-kun!!! Neige doesn't blame him, but even so he wants you to be careful around him. He's one of those celebrities, you know? The secretly unstable kind that hides everything beneath carefully crafted glamour. Actors are good at that, aren't they? Just be careful around him. <3

[callie-the-creator]

ayato aishi being in love with an idol!reader would include...

sfw. warnings: yandere and obsessive behavior but that’s about it.

author’s note: this was also posted on my wattpad account, just wanted to share it here!

• the only reason ayato knew of your existence was because he heard your name a few times brought up at school. at first, he thought you were a student at akademi but something in the back of his mind told him that he had the wrong idea. he ended up shrugging it off. that is, until he saw a 3d billboard of you in tokyo, telling the watchers below to buy tickets for your upcoming concert.

• this whole time, y/n was an idol? ayato felt like a complete idiot when he realized this and spent the next few minutes, just standing there on the sidewalk, watching the same billboard cycle through other things until you popped up again. when you did, ayato took his time admiring your features. it's no wonder you were so popular at school...you're gorgeous.

• with that, ayato hurried to his house whilst he looked up everything about you and once he was in his house, he listened to every single song that you have ever sung. unreleased, popular, underrated, instrumental, acapella, you name it. you just so happened to have over 45 songs! for someone who was in the music scene for such a short amount of time, you did have a lot of albums...but that's alright!

— while it wasn't ayato's usual taste in music, he was willing to make an exception for you and only you.

• ayato is the type of guy to see someone wearing a piece of your merchandise, walk up to them, and say, "oh, you like y/n l/n? name 5 songs."

— insufferable, yes, but he had to assert dominance and show every single follower that he was your number #1 fan! if someone claims to be it, they're dead wrong. literally.

• he hates how some of the guys at his school also knew who you were and thought you were attractive. ayato knows that realistically, it was bound to happen but he still hates having to deal with it and it's not like he could do anything about it too, just suck it up.

• if you're the type of idol to dye your hair differently with every single album debut, ayato carefully tracks for any leaks on what color it would be because he's been debating on matching with you. he's lucky that akademi high school isn't strict when it comes to uniquely colored hair (as some schools force students to dye their hair black, even if a person's natural hair color is brown). of course, he would stick out more but he didn't care. it's a way he can show his support for you and there's nothing wrong with that. 

• has only been to one of your concerts since, he won't lie, the tickets are a bit pricey and his part-time job could hardly cover it. the concert was really cool to experience— especially since ayato doesn't get out much— and he loved seeing you in person, but some annoying fans in front of him wouldn't stop holding their signs up in the air blocking his view but still tried to have a good thing by waving his light-stick and chanting in perfect harmony with the other fans.

— he would've gone a vip pass instead, but if he did that, ayato would have become flat-broke and that would in turn make him receive an angry lecture from his parents about finances.

• ayato has sent you loads of fan mail, some by name, others anonymously. he's sure that you get thousands by the hour but if there is even the slightest chance that you might read at least one of his, he'll take that opportunity

• whenever you describe your ideal type in a man in interviews, ayato makes it his duty to meet the criteria. you want someone with a little bit of muscle? he can work out more. you want a man who can cook? looks like ayato will be joining the cooking club at school. trust me, he will do anything to be viewed perfect in your eyes

• although his first-ever time seeing you in person was pretty much a bust, ayato made up for it by teaming up with info-kun to see where you would be in japan and finding your location by fan sightings. it was from there that ayato was able to find you in shibuya but it wasn't good news, actually. you were mad at the paparazzi trying to take scandalous photos of you and when ayato realized this, his head began to spin and he, too, started shouting at them to give you some space and to back off.

— when you realized this, you turned over to see just who was coming to help you since you weren't expecting it and mouthed a small 'thank you' which sent ayato's heart soaring.

• ayato has purchased an ungodly amount of merch from you, whether that be shirts, water bottles, limited-time ramen, or soda cans, he's even ripped off pages in magazines solely because your face was on it.

• alas, he still needs to find a way to worm into your personal life. it's a little hard to do that with just how many bodyguards you have and have lots of cameras in your house, too many for him to be able to capture you without any issues...

[neobomb]

give into things i (dont) want to [lee haechan]

bully! (yandere) stalker! Haechan x innocent! church girl!reader Part of the give into things i (dont) want to series. Word Count: 1.2k Inspired by this drabble made by @neocentral Warnings: mature themes, toxic/inappropriate behaviour, stalking, forcing??, slut shaming, masterbation, choking & breathplay?, hair pulling, manhandling, MDNI, there will be smut in part 2 [Pt.1] [Pt.2] Summery: bully!Haechan is secretly in love with you and loves pulling your hair as it feeds into his perverted fantasies. btw, donghyuk is haechan's real name © 2023 @neobomb. Unauthorized copying, translation, manipulation, or alteration of this work is strictly prohibited. All rights reserved.

Haechan is hopelessly in love with you, a secret he vowed to take to his grave. However, his misguided attempts to gain your attention had spiraled out of control. What began as innocent teasing morphed into malicious intent. He has gone too far now. There is no going back. Over the years, he subjected you to relentless bullying: mocking you with derogatory names, spreading false rumors, and cornering you against his locker to threaten you. For as long as he had known you, he couldn't recall a single moment when he had treated you kindly.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to..” he loves hearing you plead for forgiveness. Tears welled in your eyes as he pulled your long luscious hair, your eyes looking up at him with an innocence he couldn't ignore. 

“A slut like you should know when to keep their dirty mouth shut.” he says, looking down on you. You looked like a mess. A hot mess. You’re on the floor, tears running down your face as heavy breaths left your lungs after the assault. When he goes home, he would picture this exact image of you in his head while mercilessly stroking his dick. He would imagine ramming his dick into you while pulling your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. It was the primary reason he enjoyed pulling your hair during confrontations.

Everyday, he would follow you home after school. It didn't appear unusual since his house was only a few blocks away from yours. You never thought much of it. Each time you entered the safety of your home, you assumed he would just keep going until he reached his own. But oh…how you were wrong. 

Haechan would always linger around you at a close proximity. Your bedroom is on the first floor, facing a large oak tree, his favorite hiding spot. Peeking through the leaves, he watches you through your bedroom window. You’re sitting on your bed, reading a book. You look so peaceful. So beautiful. Whenever your hair gets in the way, you tug the strands behind your ears, revealing more of your neckline each time. Occasionally, he would take photographs of you as you undress, showing it to his friends as "evidence" of your supposed slutty behavior, but primarily keeping them for his own twisted satisfaction later on.

Haechan knows better than everyone that you’re anything but a slut. He doesn't even think that you have had your first kiss yet. Over the past year, he's spread rumors about you sleeping with countless older men, intending to dissuade other boys from showing interest in you. In truth, you're a devout church-goer with a deep love for immersing yourself in books and fiction. But still, he loves calling you a slut. The humiliation that marks your face each time he calls you those names does wonders to him. 

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An intense heatwave has gripped the town. The scorching sun felt like it was searing your skin as you used a book to fan yourself. This summer break, aside from working at your cousin Kun's restaurant, you hadn't accomplished much. During your shifts, Haechan would consistently appear, each time accompanied by a different girl. What a manwhore, you thought to yourself. 

“If you feel as though he is bothering you, I can take his table. Just slice the salmon for me and keep an eye on the fryer.” Jaehyun offers, extending his knife to you. As your fingers lightly touch, a swarm of butterflies stirs in your stomach. You've harbored feelings for Jaehyun for some time. He's tall, amiable, strikingly handsome, and an exceptional chef. He embodied everything you desired in a boyfriend. Though only a few years older, he appeared to have everything figured out. 

From a distance, Haechan observed your exchanges with Jaehyun. Not paying any attention to the girl he was on a date with. He took note of your hearty laughter at Jaehyun's jokes and the way your face flushed crimson with every compliment he paid you. Saying Haechan was jealous would be a severe understatement; he was profoundly possessive over you. 

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The community you live in organized a grand gathering, and by chance, your parents had offered to host the entire event in your backyard. Such events were never to your liking as you would panic at the social interactions. Worst of all, lee donghyuk was present at the event. You seek refuge in your room, after hours on end, having to endure awkward conversations. 

“Why did you cut your hair, Y/N?” Haechan stands in front of your bedroom door. He stared at you intensely, noticing how your hair falls right at your shoulder, revealing your pronounced collarbones. He suspected you might have cut your hair based on the conversation he had overheard between you and Jaehyun a few days ago, where Jaehyun expressed his preference for girls with shoulder length hair. It seemed evident to him that you were attempting to align with Jaehyun's preferences, which angered him greatly. “Yes, why do you care?” 

“Is it because you can’t just grab onto it as easily anymore?” The words you just uttered struck him with the realization that you might have uncovered his dirty little secret. He restrained himself from showing any emotion. Keep it cool. Keep it cool. You’re probably just being paranoid, he tells himself “Huh, What a big mouth. Why would you say that?”

“You obviously have something against me. I mean, every day at school, you pull my hair and shove me against your locker," you state, setting your book on the surface of your nightstand. He steps into your room, wearing a deeply unsettling grin, and closes the door behind him.

"Why do you think you can just come into my room, DongHyuck?" You ask sharply, rising swiftly from your bed. You urgently sought an escape from the situation, but Haechan's imposing stature blocked your exit.

“You’re not going anywhere, Y/N.” He gets a rough grip around your neck, pushing you into your bookshelf. Once again, he noticed the familiar panic in your eyes, a sight he disturbingly loves.

“You think I won’t be able to man-handle you just because you cut your hair short. Well, think again.” His grip around your neck gets tighter and tighter. You were no longer registering his words. His words became a distant echo as your mind retreated to a different realm. He has never grabbed onto your neck before. It was certainly a new sight for him, a sight he was going crazy for. The way your hands grab onto his wrist, desperately trying to ease his grip, and the way your eyes almost fall shut by the intensity of the situation. It all turned him on so much. 

He gradually loosened his hold on your neck, observing as you gasped for air and color that returned to your face. As you caught your breath, Haechan abruptly pressed his lips against yours. The fervor of the kiss was overwhelming. He bit down on your lips with force, leaving a faint metallic taste behind. His patience has ultimately run out.

[livmadart]

Between all of your au' s, I had fallen really hard for the phantom twins one ♡ Especially how feral Shinichi looks! He almost reminds me of a yandere (I love yanderes) (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) And the idea that Kaito is always blamed for Shinichi's pranks is just hilarious ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ Imagine Aoko just getting pranked and be like "Bakaito! Just stop it!" and Kaito pointing at Shinichi "It's not me this time, it's him!" "As if Shinichi-kun could do something like that, Bakaito!"

oh yeah she would totally blame Kaito for Shinichi’s pranks lol

[josnhoes]

Fandom: Welcome to demon school Iruma-kun

Femine reader, reader is referred to as mom, but no genitalia or direct pronouns used

Content warning Canon compliant abuse of a child, yandere platonic

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Imagine being Iruma's work mom. Just like him you bounce from job to job. Though this was your choice, Iruma didn't have that luxury. Each job was dangerous and Iruma was so small so you took it on yourself to look after him.

When the time comes and Iruma is spirited away, you get dragged with him. In his excitement Sullivan didn't notice you had been touching Iruma as he grabbed him. You had been trying to save him from the falling equipment and fish. Logically you knew he could dodge but still....

Things proceed as normal until Sullivan notices you. When he was preparing to send you off Iruma's call of "Mom no!" Triggers something in the demon, the tantalizing idea taking hold, "Iget a child and a grandson double the family for the price of one!

Next thing you know the demon is telling you to call him Dad and planning family portraits. He proposes a question to strike a deal: your safety and being cared for like Iruma, in exchange you call him father and act as his child. Your other option? Being fed to the demon's. You agree sealing your fate. It's not a bad fate, you never need to work, and you are offical Iruma's mom. So it wasn't too bad.

Infact it starts off great, Sullivan spoils you and Iruma, anything you want was yours. Sullivan was an affectionate father. It was nice to be loved and accepted. But as time passes you notice things. Sullivan was always worried about your safety. Slowly stopping you from going out with out him or Opera. Murmurs from his office between himself and the cat planning something, catching your name in Opera's voice but just barely.

Speaking of the cat, they were everywhere. How they managed to do their duties and be by you constantly was mind boggling. But unlike Sullivan who was a soft touch Opera was strict and not above reminding you what would happen if a demon found out you were human. And as much as you knew it was an intimidation tactic it was still true; keeping you mostly obedient and staying inside.

The only time you got to socialize with anyone outside of the family it was Iruma's friends, teachers, or his friend's parents. You could never ask for help either, since Opera was always about. Plus for some reason Iruma was making excuses for them making you slowly question if those red flags were actually red.

[rosyl12620]

Yandere Kise Ryota x reader

(Imagine he’s in his 3rd year of high school)

You walked through the gates of Kaijou High School. Tugging at your mostly grey uniform, you tried to navigate your way to the front office.

It was your first day at Kaijou and you were already lost. You looked around for someone who could help you. Suddenly, a group of screamed girls ran past you, knocking you down as they ran. You hit the ground, confused.

The blonde guy the girls were swarming around noticed you had fallen. He started to walk towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asks in genuine concern.

You stand up and brush off some dust from your skirt.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you reply.

“That’s good,” he exclaims cheerfully.

“Excuse me, but do you mind telling me where the office is? I’m supposed to go to the front desk to get my schedule since I’m new,” you explain to him.

He smiled brightly, “I don’t mind taking you there. If you don’t mind me tagging along.”

“That’d be even better. I was starting to get scared I’d misunderstand your directions,” you laughed awkwardly to fill the silence.

“My name’s Kise Ryouta, by the way,” the blonde guy, ‘Kise’, introduces himself.

“I’m L/N Y/N,” you respond, “Nice to meet you, Kise-san.”

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After helping you on your first day, Kise still decided to hang out with you on a daily basis. Not that you were complaining, it was nice having a friend around.

You were also surprised when he told you that he was a model. He even showed you some of the magazines he had been in.

Though surprised as you were, you would never like him solely for being a popular model and basketball player. Kise himself seemed surprised someone didn’t immediately like him for his looks.

“It’s quite refreshing,” he had commented.

It had been a few months since you’d met him.

“Hey Y/N-cchi!” a familiar voice called to you just as you were walking out the gates of Kaijou.

You spun around to find Kise running to catch up with you.

“Do you wanna hang out at my place?” Kise asked.

“Sure. We could drop by the convenience store on the way there,” you suggested.

Kise nodded excitedly. Before you could take a step though, another voice called out to you.

“L/N-san!” one of your male classmates called to you.

“What’s up, M/N-san?” you asked him.

“I overheard you say you’re going to the convenience store. Not that I’m stalking you or anything. But maybe we could spend some time together afterwards,” he said.

“I’m sorry, but I already told Kise-kun I’d go to his place after,” you explained to your classmate.

You didn’t notice the glare Kise was giving M/N.

After M/N ran off apologizing you turned to Kise.

“That was weird,” you stated, “Why’d he run off like that?”

Kise shrugged.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, hurrying you off, “I don’t want you hanging out with him anymore.”

“Why?” you asked, “He’s my friend.”

“He might hurt you, Y/N-cchi,” Kise explained.

“I can protect myself,” you protested.

Kise only sighed as he led you to the convenience store despite your protests for an explanation of his behaviour.

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When you got to school the next day, an envelope of pictures was slid into your locker. You curiously opened it. The pictures were of M/N in the hospital, his clothes were tattered with blood. You were horrified.

There was also a note attached.

“You should’ve just agreed to stop hanging out with him, Y/N-cchi.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Kise. He attempted and probably succeeded killing M/N. And speak of the devil.

“Y/N-cchi! Did you see the little note I left for you?” Kise asked as if it were just another homework cheat sheet.

You were trembling from shock, “How could you?”

Kise’s gaze softened, “I know your mad but it was for your own good. He could’ve hurt you, and what if I wasn’t there to protect you?”

“That’s such a pathetic excuse,” you retorted.

Pushing past Kise you ran to the nearest washroom, careful not to let the tears spill from your eyes.

“Y/N-cchi...”

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You stepped out of class as the last bell rang and school was dismissed only to see Kise waiting for you.

He grabbed your wrist, “Come on, Y/N-cchi! Let’s go shopping! It’s cheer you up!”

“I have plans with a friend,” you said, pulling your hand away.

“Then you’ll just have to cancel,” he pulled you closer and whispered into your ear, “You wouldn’t want them to have the same fate as M/N, now would you?”

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed.

Kise’s smile widened. Mentally, you couldn’t help but wonder how Kise was capable of murdering someone and acting like a complete sunshine the rest of the time.

Once you both had arrived at the mall, Kise immediately dragged you into one of the designer stores.

“Uhm, Kise-kun? I can’t afford that,” you hesitantly told him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N-cchi. I modelled for this brand once and they gave me an $100 gift card. You can use it,” he reassured you.

“But it’s yours,” you protested.

“I don’t mind. Besides, if it makes you happy I’m willing to give it to you,” he said.

You decided not to protest. Deep down, you were terrified of what ‘injuries’ you’d be getting if you refused to comply with him. Besides, what’s a piece of designer clothing gonna do to you?

Kise helped you pick out a cute yellow dress and payed for it using the gift card and a few extra dollars. It genuinely didn’t look bad on you so you accepted.

Afterwards, he took you to get food and something to drink. Then the arcade where he won you a bear plush from the claw machine that you wanted.

Kise had wanted to make you happy and it seemed like his plan had worked.

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Graduation was coming soon. You and Kise were going to study different at different universities.

You were relieved knowing that you didn’t have to live in fear of triggering him to kill another person.

But all those thoughts came crashing down one night.

You were at Kise’s house on a Saturday night. He was leading you to his basement to show you something.

You were surprised when you stepped into the basement to see it was arranged like a bedroom. All the things he had gifted you were also there. No wonder you felt like you were missing a few items.

“Look Y/N-cchi!” Kise said excitedly, “You don’t have to go to a different university as me anymore. You don’t even need to go to a university.”

You tried to head back upstairs but Kise stepped behind you and locked the door. When running away wasn’t an option anymore you tried to protest and argue.

“But what about my family? And everything else I have in my life?” you asked desperately.

Kise lifted you up to carry you bridal style. He laid you softly on the bed.

“Your family will be taken care of. We’ll be moving out of this house soon anyways. As for your life, you don’t need it anymore, Y/N-cchi. All you need is to be here with me,” Kise said.

“But-“

“Shh, shh,” Kise said lovingly.

His hand reached up to softly stroke your hair in a soothing gesture. Oddly enough it did calm you.

“I don’t want you crying,” he wiped your tears off your cheeks. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

“Don’t worry Y/N-cchi. I’ll take care of you. I’ll even dress you and do your makeup and hair,” Kise smiled brightly, “Not that you need makeup. You’re already so beautiful.”

It took all your strength to force a fake smile.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing the new clothes Kise had given you.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N-cchi!” Kise exclaimed happily when he saw you.

For the past year, your life had been controlled by Kise. From what you ate, to what you wore, and especially where you went. You had even started to accept it. It wasn’t as though he did anything to hurt you.

“I was waiting for the day you could go to these events with me,” Kise said.

‘These events’ meaning his fancy modelling parties that you hadn’t be able to attend with him till now because he didn’t trust you enough yet.

Kise frowned, “You seem more quite than usual.”

“I’m fine, Ryouta,” you assured him.

“Alright,” he replied to you.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before following Kise to his car.

“I love you Y/N-cchi. I knew you’d make me happy since the moment I met you,” he said as you stepped out the front door of his house for the first time in a year.

[thepenguinweeb]

Helloooo! I was wondering if we could get some yandere Josuke crumbs? He’s my favorite jojo and I love your writing sm 😭 Thank you for keeping this fandom alive and enjoy your p4 rewatch!! 🤍

`` By your side. ``

[ ♡ Yandere!Josuke X reader ]

[ ♡ Josuke didn't mean for this to happen.. he didn't think he could ever feel this way. But you. He can't control his feelings for you. ]

[ ♡ Requested by : anon !! <3 ]

[ ♡ A/N : ahh tysm anon !! I'm definitely enjoying it so far, I forgot just how much I loved part 4 😭 I'd be happy to deliver you some yandere Josuke !! ]

[ ♡ Word count : 1.4k ]

Divider by @/cafekitsune !! :D

Josuke was always popular with the ladies. His usually laid-back demeanor was something many people liked about him.

But he never reciprocated anyone's feelings. None of the people who liked him were the kind he was looking for..

Until he found you.

You became friends with Josuke and Koichi on your first day, having been put in the same class. Coincidentally, you also happened to live next door to Josuke, which allowed the two of you to hang out with each other a lot more often.

At first, all seemed well. It didn't take long, however, for Josuke to catch feelings.

His love for you was something he found frightening, honestly. When he imagined being in love in the past, it felt nice and warm. But this was.. different.

His constant urges to be by your side. To hold you. To protect you. To kiss you.

He wanted you all to himself.

And it was terrifying.

He'd tried to ask for advice from his friends, but he didn't get much that he could use.

"Don't worry so much, Josuke-kun. Just keep being yourself, I'm sure Y/N will appreciate it!"

"Ya like someone? Like, for real? Dude.. uh, I dunno, take 'em out on a date. Get ice cream with them, or somethin'."

So, he had to turn to his last resort.

"Right.. what's this about, Josuke?"

Yukako twirled her long, dark hair between her fingers as she stared at her classmate. Her already sharp features were emphasized by the way she looked at him.

Josuke didn't want to do this. He didn't want to go and ask Yukako, of all people, for advice. But.. she actually had a boyfriend, and it looked as though she understood romance well enough.

And, in the back of his mind, he had to admit that the two of them were now more similar than he initially thought..

Thus, he swallowed his pride, took a deep breath and began.

"Yukako! I really need your help with something!" He clapped his hands together. "You're good with this.. romance thing, right?"

The girl raised an eyebrow at that. "Are you.. asking me for romantic advice?"

"Well.." he let out a sigh and rubbed the back of his neck in a sheepish manner. "Yeah, I am. I just.. there's someone that I like. But these feelings, they just feel so.. overwhelming and strong." He looked up at Yukako, his expression uncharacteristically pleading.

"That's only natural," she told him. "It's just the feeling of true love."

He had to admit, the confidence in her tone did convince him a tad.

"But.. are you sure? I mean-" he ran a hand trough his perfectly combed hair. "I get a little jealous whenever they're talking to anyone else. I know it's wrong, but.. I want them to be with me. Only me." He paused. "Do you have any idea how I could do that? Yknow.. preferably skipping the kidnapping part."

Yukako tapped her finger against the table. She let out a humming sound as she thought about it for a bit.

"You're good friends with this person, aren't you," She told him, more of a statement than a question. "You should start giving some clearer signs. They'll never get the hint if all you do is hang out with them, and make lingering eye contact or whatever."

Yukako had a point, he thought. If he wanted you, he needed to be the one to initiate.

"Right.. thanks, Yukako!" He exclaimed, his expression now back to the same upbeat one he usually had.

Yukako seemed satisfied. Though, before her conversation partner could leave, she grabbed his wrist. "Just remember this, Josuke," she said, "The more they depend on you, the better."

The sun was going down in the horizon. It cast a warm glow on the group of teenagers who walked trough Morioh's streets, in the midst of ending their little weekend hangout.

"...just like I said. Ya can't tell me I was wrong!"

Okuyasu had just finished another rant, which you and the others were obligated to listen to.

"Yeah, Okuyasu, you're so right!" Josuke exclaimed, at which point you weren't sure if he was just saying that to boost his friend, or if he even listened at all.

"Uh-huh," Koichi chimed in. "Anyway.. I'll turn the corner here, guys. See you tomorrow!" He waved at the three of you, pausing for a moment. "Oh, and thank you for the donuts, Y/N!"

"Don't mention it." You smiled at the short boy. "See you tomorrow."

You just barely caught the angry look Josuke had for a split moment.

Once each of you said your goodbyes, you continued on, just the three of you, until you passed by Okuyasu's house, where he left.

Just you and Josuke now.

You and the Josuke who'd been acting different around you all day, who didn't leave your side or let you out of his sight for even a moment, who's gaze seemed to linger on you more than anything else.

You cleared your throat. "Soo.." you tried to start a conversation to fill the silence between the two of you. "How's Tomoko?"

"She's doing fine, don't worry," he replied.

"That's good. Just wanted to make sure, since, you know.. the whole Kira scare."

The boy let out a sigh and his eyes darkened slightly at your mention of Kira. "Yeah..." was all he said in response.

More silence. Only the sound of the breeze and your own footsteps could be heard over the ambience of Morioh.

Then, you felt Josuke's hand grabbing your own. When you looked back at his face, he seemed nonchalant about it. So, you didn't think too much of it.

"You know.." he broke the silence, his voice more serious now. "I was pretty worried about you while Kira was alive and loose. I mean- I know I could heal you with Crazy Diamond, but.." he sighed. "I still couldn't bear to see you get hurt."

He squeezed your hand. Your expression became more gentle upon hearing his words. "Oh, Josuke.." you murmured. "You shouldn't be worried about me. I'll be fine. You're by my side, after all."

He looked at you with a soft smile. "Yeah. By your side, always."

You stopped in your tracks, both of you having arrived to your houses.

"Well.. thanks for today, Josuke." You smiled. "See you tomorrow."

"Mhm." He reluctantly let go of your hand. "I'll be looking forward to it!"

You went your separate ways.

And, despite it seeming odd at first, Josuke's sudden insistance on being close to you didn't seem all that bad.

This is bad.

Josuke tossed and turned that night, but he couldn't fall asleep. He couldn't get you out of his mind.

You occupied all his thoughts, which he both loved and hated.

He loved you.

He couldn't deny anything anymore.

If he didn't confess soon, he would lose his mind.

So, he crawled out of bed as quick as possible, and without making too much noise in order not to wake his mother, snuck out.

It was very convenient for him that you were his neighbour aswell.

He made his way to your bedroom window. Just as he thought, you'd gone to sleep by now.

In the most silent way possible, he opened the window and slipped inside.

There you were, sleeping so peacefully in your bed. Like an angel.

His initial plan was to make this as quick as possible, then leave. But.. he had such a hard time leaving you.

He just stood there, watching over your figure. Getting lost in his imagination. He hoped that one day he could share a bed with you, and hold you all night until both of you were fast asleep.

But he couldn't do any of that yet.

Eventually, he decided that he needed to leave before you woke up. But not without taking something first.

He opened your closet as quietly as possible, and, without putting much thought into his actions, took the nearest piece of clothing.

A hoodie. Your hoodie. With your smell on it.

He let out a content sigh at that. He'd return it, of course.. probably.

Now, only one last thing to do before leaving.

He slipped a note onto your bedside table. Then, with some hesitation, he went back the same way he came.

The morning light of the sun seeped in trough your window. You opened your eyes, begrudgingly getting out of bed and going to make yourself some coffee.

The caffeine certainly helped. And now that you felt more refreshed, you noticed the small piece of paper waiting for you on your bedside table.

You picked it up to see it.

" Meet me at Tonio's at 9. Please don't be late. " - ♡