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MOTHERLY READER HCS (FT. SIYUN BAEK)
Synopsis: Siyun Baek growing up with a motherly "obsession". ♡
Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader
Format: Headcanons
WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers
Word Count: 1.7k
IN MIDDLE SCHOOL, the two of you were very popular amongst your peers. Siyun for his good looks and charisma; and you for your kind, nurturing attitude that could make anyone swoon. Siyun was no exception.
Your kindness drew him in like a bee, mindlessly chasing sweet nectar constantly, persistently even. Oh dear, can you blame him? It was a thing he was so selfishly robbed of by his own “loving” parents. Something you seemed to have a lot of for even those who don’t deserve it.
It was Love.
Only his closest friends knew of his slight “crush” on you and it came as no surprise. You were loved unconditionally by those in your year, platonically and romantically. You were sweet, and optimistic, and wore your heart on your sleeve for anyone to see. What wasn’t there to like?
Alas, getting close to you was the issue. When you weren’t crowded by students, he was. When you were by yourself and peaceful, he wasn’t. When he finally had free time his nerves were practically eating him alive, causing him to shy away from any attempt to speak with you.
However, giving up wasn’t an option. He wouldn’t allow it.
Naturally, you were chosen as class rep, leaving you to tend to all classroom affairs. Which was quite laborious for just one person. Your teacher, taking note of your troubles, finally gave you a hand. (By making one of your classmates help you.)
“Baek Siyun, help {Name} deliver these to the faculty office.”
You snorted. Not what I had in mind but I'm not complaining.
The walk from homeroom to the facility office was a lengthy difference away. Finding the tense silence to be a bit uncomfortable, you decide to make conversation with your popular senior.
“It's been a while since we've spoken, Baek Siyun; how are you?” You smiled, gazing fondly at your classmate. “You're much quieter than usual, are you sure you're eating properly?”
It was true that you’d never had an actual conversation with the boy, but nonetheless, you remembered his name. It was impossible to forget when everyone in your year was practically enamored with him, though you could clearly see why. So as one does, you strike up a conversation with him.
However, you had not expected that to kickstart such a wonderful beginning.
TWO MONTHS LATER...he asked you out in front of the school at that. In his hand was a bouquet of colorful peonies wrapped in fluorescent papers, with a gigantic teddy bear hooked safely beneath his unoccupied arm. A soft pink painted his skin as he patiently awaited your response. He looked so bashful and sweet that it was almost adorable.
How the fuck could you ever reject that?
Siyun had never been one to stay in one place, in his unloving home nonetheless. Most of his nights were spent at your house, with no call or even a text from his parents on a normal day. Fortunately, your parents were wealthy enough to host the two of you on most days.
You pat his head, motioning towards the clock, flashing [18:27]. Much too late for him to be here, in your house, suffocating you. His childish whines interrupted your thoughts, tickling your skin as he made no real effort to move. He peered at you through thick lashes and you swore you could see hearts in his pale eyes. You sighed, “Figures.”
You were aware of his situation but you never expected him to run away, without contacting you at that. You were devastated, searching every perimeter of his neighborhood. Up, Down, Over, and Under: No matter where you looked, Siyun was nowhere in sight.
Exact at the park down the street from your goddamn house.
“Hey, Siyoon-Ah, where have you been?” You huffed, resting your hands amidst the tempting curve of your hips. You looked as if you wanted to scold him. Yell at the top of your lungs until your throat grows raw, harsh breaths wracking your body. Unbeknownst to you, that's exactly what he wanted.
IN HIGHSCHOOL...you decided to keep your relationship a secret to Siyun’s dismay, but only to maintain his career! It's not like you wanted him to be surrounded by so many girls, vying for his attention. You hated it! Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to tell him that.
“Baby, why are you ignoring me~?” Siyun whined into your chest, his sharp eyes peeking at you through heavily tinted sunglasses.
He had grown much clingier in the time you spent together but given his situation you expected nothing less.
“Was I? I’m sorry, I was just thinking…That’s all.” You weren’t lying but something about your actions gave it away. You had been staring at a random group of girls who you’d recognized from your class, watching them with a bitter expression.
“As much as I enjoy your jealousy, I’d rather see you smile.” He cooed, gently kissing your lips. “I’ll quit being an idol if that’s what you want. I don't mind us being public.”
“Siyun, no!”
In public he never referred to you formally, however, you did. You wished to keep this act up when he could give two fucks about it. Hearing you refer to him in polite speech made him was to bite you, (the fuck) considering you were already past that stage already.
But considering the two of you were attached at the hip, some of your peers had begun to suspect some things; (insert names), specifically. (insert name) had been vying for your attention since you first arrived at that school and you weren’t having it. Seeing the way he treated his fans made you a bit uncomfortable; his arrogance didn't excite you.
He was a polar opposite of your boyfriend and you weren't very interested in speaking with him.
“Sorry Kang Na-Hyuk Sunbae, but I'm already interested in someone. I cannot return your feelings.”
You give him a strained smile, lightly swaying on the balls of your feet. You watch his hand coil into tight fists
“Who is it—?”
“[Name]!” You visibly perk up at the sound of your name, turning to the direction of the culprit.
“Baek Siyun, hi!” Before you knew it you were at his side, ignoring how the idol's gaze lingered on the man just a distance away.
That's when it clicked.
You were romantically involved with Siyun Baek.
Then the rumors started, spreading around the school like a wildfire, tearing down. His reputation in a matter of seconds. It made you sick, being subjected to appalling rumors about your lover, behind his back nevertheless. Watching everyone turn their back on their favorite idol over a few lies.
But you stayed by his side.
“Look at [Last Name], she's too sweet for her own good, hanging out with someone like him.”
“Right, hasn't she heard that he's violent? Poor girl.”
“Maybe we should talk her out of this, it's too dangerous!”
You payed them no mind as though they slipped in one ear and out the other.
The idol world was a very shady place filled with assholes and weirdos all around it. Your mind had led you to believe this was the doing of a certain brunette, and you weren't too far off.
Despite how calm he looked on the outside, his facade was crumbling. Siyun had lost his temper countless times, fueling the pointless drama swarming the media. Yet, you didn't turn on him. You comforted him as you always did.
Siyun had begun to cave into your affection. He craved you, his only real source of support. Even when those around him looked down upon him, you had not. You gently stroked his ashen locs, hugging him close in a secluded area of the school.
All he needed was you.
HIS ACCIDENT left you heartbroken and you could hardly contain yourself at word of it. Your feet carried you long and far to the hospital that had been hosting him, as you drowned out the faint shouts of your parents behind you.
You knew what Kang Na-Hyuk had done and you couldn't help but think you were at fault. Were you not careful enough with your actions? Did your rejection have something to do with this? How badly was he hurt?
Regardless, you couldn't help but blame yourself. One of the sweetest (and craziest) boys you've ever met was in the hospital and you couldn't do anything to stop it.
“Please show me Baek Siyun's room!” A soft pink dusted your cheekbones at your volume, but you did your best to ignore it.
Your feet carried you down the cold hallways, aching and fatigued. You could hardly remember the last time you ran so fast. You burst through the door, halting the conversation being held within it.
“Out!” You huffed, leaning on the door. “Get the fuck out, all of you!”
Siyun sat there wide-eyed at your outburst, you were never one to curse but you could hardly help yourself. You approached his bed, gently grazing his chilled skin with sorrowful eyes. Even then all you could do was apologize, apologies for something you took no part in.
“How cute~ What are you apologizing for? You didn't do this to me.” A warm feeling bloomed in his chest at your arrival. He never realized just how much he missed you.
“Well...I—Hey!” You shouted, “Siyun-Ah, what're you—?!”
You were so sweet he swore he could just eat you up!
Siyun buried his head between your breasts. His slim fingers grip your sides, leaving deep crescent moons in his wake. He bit his lip, nearly enough to draw blood as he refused to meet your curious gaze. The sporadic drumming in his chest left him flushed, huffing out rushed breaths every second.
He smiled, Maybe this isn't all that bad.
Sure having his idol friends was fun. He wanted them by his side. But eh what's the point? Having his girlfriend coddle him was way more up his alley anyways. You were much more enjoyable to be around than all of them combined.
And at least you'll be here forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and EVeR and EvEr and EveR and EVER!
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere scenarios#yancore#yandere male#male yandere#siyoon baek#siyun baek#baek siyun#dreaming freedom#dreaming freedom x reader#siyun baek x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere hedacanons#yandere manwha#manwha headcanons#manwha x reader
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Fixing His Darling (Headcanons) Yandere Heisenberg X Handicap Reader (Resident Evil Village)
#Yandere #YandereHeisenberg #YandereResidentEvil8 #YandereResidentEvilVillage #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #ResidentEvilVillage #ResidentEvil8 #ResidentEvil #Heisenberg #KarlHeisenberg #HeisebergXReader #Reader #HandicapReader
[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! This request is almost a year old, if not older! It is one of many I am going to try and catch up on. This one is Yandere Karl Heisenberg X Reader with Prosetitics. Anyways I hope you all enjoy this!]
(Disclaimer: Karl Heisenberg is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters is fine. Just do not be gross or illegal about it. Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life. Also, Heisenberg is not the best person either.)
[Again, enjoy this!]
-Yandere Hedacanons with Heisenberg X Handicap (Lost Limb) Reader-
.He did not leave his factory often, if ever.
.The first time in a long time, he met you. A Beautiful person who was tinkering with a piece of crap.
.He learned that piece of crap was your right leg.
.You lost it to one of his lycans.
.Which of course he was not going to tell you.
.He was smitten with you right away talking about how to improve your leg.
.He got your name and went back home.
.But of course, he could not get you out of his head.
.You were all he dreamt about for days.
.You distracted him so much that he could not even work at this point.
.He quickly becomes obsessed with you and begins to stalk you.
.He notices how others treat you and he hates it.
.You were a delicate little thing that needs to be protected and he was going to be the one to protect you.
.He offers you a job that you did not turn down.
.Cleaning his home.
.He will keep you close, only letting you out of the factory with him.
.BUT YOU ARE TO NEVER GO DOWN TO THE WORKSHOP
.He has a soft spot for you and is very protective
.No one was going to hurt you on his watch
.His yandere side shows how controlling he is of you.
.Where you go, who you talk to, anything and everything. He has to know it to make sure you are safe.
.He also would be secretly working on upgrades for you.
.Testing them out on poor villagers who ended up in the factory.
.Evetuanlly he will knock you out and make the upgrades.
.A New limb built into your very flesh.
.He also loves that he has full control over it.
.So he can stop you from leaving him.
.If you misbehave he is not afraid to lock it up and keep you in bed.
.He would deal with rivals by turning them into test subjects.
.Or sending them down to play with Strum.
.Where they would not last long not at all.
.He would confess to you, and no he does not care if you say no.
.You are his you are to stay in his factory and be his sweet little Spouse.
.That is until he defeats Mother Miranda and makes you his majesty and co-ruler.
.You are his conquest in the end. You better just get used to it!
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Finally got another chapter done! I hope that you all enjoyed this, and stay sexy, all of my sexy muffins!]
#Yandere#yandere heisenberg#yandere karl heisenberg#yandere resident evil#yandere resident evil village#yandere resident evil 8#yandere headcanons#headcanons#resident evil 8#resident evil village#resident evil#resident evil heisenberg#Karl Heisenberg#heisenberg#heisenberg x reader#reader#handicap reader
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Relationship hedacanons for Carrot, Hancock and Perona?
I loveeee when I get lady requests! Hope you enjoy these darling 💖
Relationship HCs: Carrot, Hancock, Perona
Carrot
- Carrot is a total hopeless romantic who falls in love super easy
- that being said, when she falls in love, she falls HARD and she is deeply loyal and committed to her s/o!
- she’s hardly ever shy around them and she’s never ashamed to smother them with cheek rubs and licks no matter who’s around
- she gets a lil blushy when they rub or kiss her back, but she accepts their affections graciously; she and her s/o can get a lil overboard with PDA sometimes lol
- a complete sucker for head pats omg that’s the easiest way to make her day
- Carrot is completely enamored by everything her s/o does and she constantly cheers them on like their biggest fan
- being in a relationship with Carrot is like constantly being in the honeymoon phase
- she is extremely protective of her s/o (whether they can protect themselves or not) and will electrocute anyone who dares to even look at her them the wrong way
- she can go from super cute to murder bunny to super cute again in like 0.3 seconds, don’t ever threaten her love, she will end you without batting an eye
- she’s also very clingy and loves to be around her s/o at all times, you can pretty much always find her glued to their hip
- Carrot will deny it to her grave, but she has a bit of jealousy in her
- she gets very pouty when someone else has her lover’s attention and only pouts more when her s/o points this out
- she craves physical connection, so she is naturally very touchy towards her s/o and expects them to be the same way or at least to accept her affections comfortably; she couldn’t be with someone who denies her touchiness
- lots of garchus in their every day lives 💖 she just wants to let them know that she loves them!
- a relationship with Carrot is super fun, childlike, and requires looots of affection both giving and receiving!
Hancock
- another one that becomes obsessed with her s/o once in a relationship (possible borderline yandere??)
- she acts a bit cold to them at first, wondering if maybe they’re just in love with her because of her powers
- but once they prove themselves and show that they love her for who she truly is, oh my goodness she is smitten
- she is such a giving partner, and you would expect the exact opposite, but she’s been spoiled her whole life (as queen) so she’s ready to spoil the one she truly loves
- not to say she doesn’t love being spoiled of course, but her s/o better expect to be spoiled 10x over!
- it’s very obvious to everyone when she is love struck because she is like a lil puppy following its owner around!
- she can definitely be clingy, and even mere thoughts of her lover can keep her distracted from work, so Gloriosa usually has to force her to focus; denying any visitations between the two love birds lol
- Hancock needs someone that proves to her how much they love her; she’s used to gifts, she’s used to being flattered with words, and lord knows everyone wants to touch her, so she needs someone to do things for her (acts of service)
- helping her with work, fixing things around the village, cooking her dinner, etc. things that she never has to tell them to do but they do it anyway mean so much to her
- right after acts of service though, Hancock is heavy into physical touch and she can’t keep her hands off of her lover
- though she is a sass queen, she really adores when her s/o puts her in her place (*ahem* a slight turn on) cause lord knows she needs it sometimes; and she can never stay mad at her s/o for long!
- will. murder. anyone. who hurts her s/o; no questions and no remorse
- Hancock also really enjoys personal time with her lover, since she’s constantly busy with queen work and Gloriosa is always trying to keep them away from each other, she truly treasures the moments that she gets to spend with them one on one
- they don’t have to be doing anything special for it to mean everything to her, just being with her lover is all she could ever ask
- wants to get married immediately lmao
Perona
- will only date you if you’re cute, sorry
- Perona is textbook definition tsundere
- she acts extremely callous towards her crush when she realizes she has feelings for them; it is very hard for Perona to face her feelings
- it takes some time for her to soften up a bit towards them once in a relationship
- when she does, she is completely whipped for them but will deny it forever
- but even still, there are plenty of times where one minute she acts all lovey dovey and the next minute call them an idiot lol her lover just has to accept her nature
- much like Carrot, when she falls in love she falls hard and suddenly her whole world revolves around her s/o
- Perona isn’t big on PDA because that’s not very cute but mostly because she’s a blushing mess whenever her s/o touches her intimately
- the most she can do is hold their hand but even then she feels on the verge of explosion for touching them so closely
- Perona loves to be spoiled so she needs someone who will cater to her needs and be willing to go the lengths to make her happy
- she loves to spoil her s/o in return with very off the wall gifts and gestures but hey it’s the thought that counts!
- can be clingy to a certain extent, but she also needs some independent time
- sometimes being around her lover causes her head to get dizzy from all the love and affection; and she doesn’t want to be around them all the time or anything...baka
- she does not like a super childish partner, but she also doesn’t like mature people who try to tell her what to do or berate her for her behavior
- likes to dress her s/o in cute clothes (she loves to shop for them) and go for a stroll with them to show them off!
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You wanted requests, right? So what if it was the other way around? Yandere Siyun Baek having to take care of his girlfriend that got sick?
(I hope this requests isn't too boring, love your blog btw ❤❤)
SIYUN BAEK WITH A SICK S/O
Manhwa: “Dreaming Freedom” ~~~~!
Note: Its perfect! Thank you for requesting! Also thank you for reading, you made my day. ♡
Pairing: Siyun Baek x female! reader
Format: Headcanons; 2nd person
WARNING(S): Yandere themes, obsession, mild spoilers
Word Count: ???
It's ALLERGY and/or FLU SEASON, and unfortunately, you've fallen very ill. Best case scenario you'll have a cold and nothing more; a high fever at the worst. But either way, Siyun isn't complaining.
You can't go anywhere? Great! You feel like absolute shit and can barely move from your bed? Oh my, even better! Besides working out, Siyun doesn't have much to pass his time with. He's lonely without you, often finding himself watching the clock, counting the minutes — seconds before you return to him.
But seeing you tucked tightly beneath the pastel duvet, wrapped in a small cocoon. Your cheeks lightly flushed a rather feverish hue, as ragged breaths slipped past your dry lips. Call him crazy but you're absolutely adorable. He could hardly keep his hands to himself!
“Y'know, you look really cute like this {Name}.”
You huffed, “You almost look happy that I'm in this situation.” With a light shove, you pushed his face away from your own for what felt like the thousandth time. Finally ditching the thick sheets, you turn away from him, welcoming the chilled puffs of air to your warm skin.
“Would you be mad if I said I was?” Siyun asked, snaking his arms around your waist, pressing his cheek into the tender skin of your own. “God, you're adorable...”
“Yes. Now, let go; I'm burning up.”
Siyun is CLINGY as it is. Therefore, you being bedridden to some degree is right up his alley. Personal space has never been a thing in your relationship, and he's not going to let a little flu stop him. Embracing you, suffocating you with his body; it's all too easy! Pressing sweet, chaste kisses along the warm skin of your neck. Sneakily, dragging his slender fingers beneath the flimsy silk of your pajamas.
In all honesty, he'd rather have you stay at his house until you feel well again. It works pretty well, convenience-wise. It stops him from wrenching your door open, occupying your home with the crying of loud unwavering hinges. Or perhaps even sneaking through your window.
You being so vulnerable excites him in more ways than he'd care to admit. He truly is a pervert. Chewing on his pink lips, even digging his nails into his milky skin, no longer seems to be enough. Though his desires are anything but malicious, Siyun can't help the wandering of his young mind to many, many impure places.
Your parents already adore him, let's be honest! Thus, convincing them to let you stay the night or week should be a piece of cake. It's almost scary, the way he speaks to your parents; so polite and dare I say perfect. It's truly no surprise that he was a former idol, a famous one at that. How could your adoring mother and father not allow such a kind man to nurture and care for your well-being?
Siyun brings your head to his chest, relishing in the heat you radiate. His hands had fallen past your waist, toying with the thin band of your thin shorts. You give his chest a weak push, as a pitiful attempt to distance yourself. But it was no use, he merely pulled you closer, much to your dismay.
“Siyun...” You breathed out, weakly clawing at his slender hands. “Stop this, you're going to get sick.”
He hummed, “Is that so?” Though his hands showed no sign of leaving your waist. Instead, they tugged you flush against his chest with a low chuckle. Warm breath tickled the back of your neck, making you tense in anticipation.
“Then I guess we're just gonna have to be sick together~!” ♡
Let's say you're a STUDENT; high school or college, it's your choice. And due to your abrupt sickness, you're bound to miss at least a handful of classes. But fret not my dear, your classmates are itching to help you out. I mean, you're dating the Siyun Baek after all, just a glance at him could send anything girl into a frenzy!
Thankfully, your teacher settled for your seatmate. A kind, extroverted guy who you got along with quite well. He had managed to get your number due to a recent project and was quick to alert you of his unexpected arrival.
[CHOI BYUNG-CHUL]
➤ Heya [Last Name], the teacher asked me to bring sum missin assignments to ur place. Is that okey with u?
SENT; 17:23
You snort at the scrambled characters, finding some charm amongst the male's easy mistakes. It wasn't something unusual as he was an infamous clutz in your class. So he was likely texting while typing, again. Your fingers hover over the luminous keyboard, before eventually sending him a simple response.
[YOU]
➤ Yeah, it's fine lol. But I'm not home so come to this address “XX XXXX Avenue/Drive/Street”
SENT; 17:25
➤ Have a safe trip. :)
SENT; 17:25
While immersed in your phone, you had yet to notice a certain someone looming over you in displeasure. From lack of attention, perhaps. But you had never been one to allow technology to soak up your time, nonetheless when you're ill. So who could possibly be taking up your time? He pondered, glaring hard at the device resting on your hand.
Pulling back the covers, Siyun moved to join you beneath the spotless sheets of the mattress. The dipping of the bed didn't bother you, let alone pull you from the flashing screen of your phone. The ex-idol sighed loudly, shifting to take the pesky item from your protective grip. Only to be brushed off by a bored, dismissive hand.
He. Was. Livid.
“Babe~!” Siyun cooed, though his tone lacked even an ounce of playfulness. “What on your phone could possibly be so damn interestin—” DING DONG!
Whew! Saved by the bell.
“I'll get it.” He murmured under his breath, tossing the thick duvet to the side. The man was quick to leave in long, haste strides, but not before his eyes flicked to your stunned form one last time.
Now, Siyun had expected a lot of things, but this surely wasn't one of them. A shorter male, about five feet seven inches, no older than nineteen was at his door. His mousy brown hair was a mess, and he had a lightly tinted folder tucked tightly beneath his arm.
“H-hi, I'm one of [Last Name]'s classmates and I brought some papers to her.” Byung-Chul commenced, frantically unzipping the top of his backpack. “She — uhm, texted me this address.”
Oh, now it all made sense. The persistent flashing of your phone, snatching your attention right from his grasp. The lighthearted giggles that'd leave your mouth ever so often. Friendly, that they were. Giggles that held no sense of love; merely admiration and glee. Even so, it wasn't good enough.
One could say the latter is quite bitter. And if If looks could kill, your friend would be six — no, ten feet under! And that's being generous. But Siyun knows better than to let his bad side show. Heh, who am I kidding?
A faux smile tugged at the corner of his lips, one he was all too familiar with using. “Ah, I see. Thanks for coming...?”
“Choi Byung-Chul!” He chirped, handing the papers to the former idols' outstretched hand.
“Heh, right,” Siyun scoffs, disinterested. He lazily takes the folder from the male, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. “Since you're already here, I have a little favor for you. If you're up for it.”
“I...um — yeah, sure,” Byung-Chul stammered, looking over the time blaring from the smartwatch adorning his wrist. “I can spare a few minutes. What's up—?”
A sharp pain shot through the poor man's abdomen in mere seconds, sending him crumbling to his knees. Siyun loosely shook his wrist in the air, allowing the gentle breeze to cool the slight stinting of his knuckles. A cold, lifeless expression grazed the face of the once-beloved idol as he watched the man wither beneath his gaze.
“Stay away from [Name]. I wouldn't want anyth ing bad to happen to you~!”
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LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!
Synopsis: The return of a famous model's lover who's a bit too infatuated with them.
Pairing: yandere "oc" x gender neutral model! reader
Word Count: 637
WARNING(S): yandere themes, obsessive behavior
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“Okay Okay! Give me a sad face!” A stern voice called out.
Camera shutters blinded you for what seemed to be the thousandth time. You were exhausted. Smooth body oils were smeared along your bare skin, just the tiniest bit of makeup enhancing your natural beauty. Tears trail down your cheeks, catching the light of the flashes, the loud cheers and words of encouragement were tuned out as your heart weighed down your body. Little did they know your emotions were nothing short of sincere.
“Awesome, now move a little more to the left!”
Break soon came as your head went fuzzy, the motivation you had was hardly there while your makeup artist dabbed the tears from under your eyes. The flawless smile pulling at your lips began to falter as you conversed with the artist, you could finally let loose a bit. No more faking. No more stress.
This break, however, was short-lived as you were called back to the set a mere ten minutes later. You sigh, waiting for a wave of exhaustion to hit you once more as you stepped onto the glimmering stage.
But it never came.
“Oh! Sir, it’s nice of you to stop in!” The director shouts, shaking the hand of a strikingly familiar man. He was tall, dressed in a suit hugging him in all the right places with a camera tucked securely beneath his arm. Their interaction was cut short as he began to approach you in long, confident strides.
A dazzling smile graced your lips at his arrival. This was no regular man but the one you arguably loved the most. Your FIANCÉ, the one and only. Oh, how you missed him.
He set the camera aside, stepping onto the set with you, crouching so he was at eye level with you. “They had you wearing this flimsy thing?” He chuckled, toying with the hem of your shirt, broad shoulders shielding you from prying eyes. “Don't worry, you look stunning...Is this what I would've seen at home?”
His tone was light and playful, as expected of him; yet there was some bitterness lingering in his words. Ignoring it, you hum contently at his words, whilst the sporadic drumming of your heart reached your ears.
His one hand wrapped around the small of your back, engulfing you in an addicting embrace. His sugary sweet aroma dominated your senses, evoking a feeling of joy at its smell. The little mind he gave to those around him made you flush in embarrassment. Just what had come over him?
“This is a photoshoot, what are you doing?” You laughed into his shoulder, though showing no signs of pulling away. “We're on a timed schedule.”
“I know,” He smiled, gently kissing the curve of your neck. “I was the one who made it, remember?”
You did remember, though it had almost slipped your mind. Your lover was a very successful filmmaker and writer with opportunities flying at him from all directions. He was gone for countless weeks on end, leaving you to your lush manor all by your lonesome. All with anything you could desire but him, but his prescence.
That must’ve been too good for you since he was giving it to other people. You thought bitterly.
The lack of response from you made his eyes narrow. What was on your mind - or rather, who? After being sent off, slaving away so he could come back to you and bathe in the warmth he had longed for since his departure. Yet you were silent, gazing at him intently with soft doe eyes. This simply won't do! He must have you all to himself~!
“Frankly, I don't think I can hold myself back much longer.” The man cupped your cheek. “Why don't we turn this into a private session?”
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Wait you write for Kamisama kiss??? OMG Tomoe's been my crush for years 😭 omg if it's okay with you then can I have general yandere headcannons about everyone's favourite fox boy?? 🌕 Anon
YANDERE TOMOE HEADCANONS
Note: I also love Tomoe. Btw this might suck because I'm bad at general anything.
Pronouns used: feminine, she/her (for convenience)
WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive
YOKAI
Possessive, Manipulative, Violent (to others)
AS A ROUGUE YOKAI, pledging his loyalty to others never truly appealed to him; to a woman nonetheless. Being a formidable demon never called for such requirements.
You were feisty, pointing the round end of your broom in his direction. You knew not of who was there, yokai or human but you feigned confidence. The trembling of your hands gave it away, you were scared as one would be. “Who's there?”
The pale moonlight peeked through the few windows lining the walls, carefully calling attention to your features. You were easy on the eyes and yet so hard to look at. Your eyes were glassy and narrowed into thin slits. Your legs shook violently in anticipation for him to reveal himself as you hugged the broom flush against your chest. Such a look didn't suit you.
Having mercy on you, he decided to cut his fun a little short.
As one does, Tomoe made his way to a brothel which he was fairly acquainted with. All in a pitiful attempt to find solace amongst the predatory gazes of the women occupying it. But alas, he could not. With every look upon their faces twisted into one that mimicked your own. Captivating and seemingly kind, tempting him to reach out and touch it.
Tomoe is no fool. His emotions are evident, terribly so. He longs for a human woman and there's no need to deny it. Your image has been engraved in his memory down to every last detail. Women who were not you could no longer soothe his mind as they appeared lackluster in comparison.
Thus, he sought after you. In the middle of the night, he was whisked away by the chilly wind in search of the woman. Your scent was heavy on his mind, leading him back to the small cabin you resided in. His footsteps were night, almost silent as he entered your home, searching for you.
To his luck, there you were. Rolled up in a cotton futon, lulled by the chirps of noisy crickets. Yes, he's decided; You are his and no one else's. Tomoe isn't one for sharing and he'll make sure you're aware.
Akura-ou was quick to find out about your existence, which was a pain within itself. He would toy with you just to get under Tomoe's skin. It's not every day you get to see your moody "counterpart" fall so hard for someone, let alone a human. Anyhow, those who've tormented you weren't as fortunate as Akura-ou, serving a far more unpleasant demise for their actions.
If not for you, Tomoe wouldn't hesitate to massacre every man who looks your way. Having good-looking women by his side is nothing he isn't used to, yet, you are different. As his woman, he wouldn't want someone to so much as breathe the same air as you. The mere thought renders him ill.
Although, if you ask him not to he'll try his best to listen to your wishes. Keyword: try. He would never want to upset you, oh not at all! However he's only "human", even he has his limits.
No matter how he may terrify you, running is NOT an option. You will never be too far from his grasp. As long as his heart is beating, no one will ever have his heart. The fox demon is a bit too eager to show how he got his reputation in the Yokai world. As his other half, why don't you sit down and watch for a while?
“Foolish girl, when will you finally understand that your efforts are futile? Your cries may pain me but if I must tie you down to keep you. Then I shall.”
FAMILIAR
Loyal, Overprotective, Posessive
BEFORE HE MET YOU HE WAS A YOKAI, drowning in a pit of endless grief. Though not a powerful God, you held enough power to help the lost kitsune. You, determined to save him, kissed him and made Tomoe you familiar. For that, he was forever grateful.
Sure his bloodlust has been soothed over the decades, but it doesn't cease to exist. However, betrayal has never crossed his mind. His loyalty to you runs deeper than the blood that courses through veins. He is bound to you for life and he will serve you until greeted by death's embrace
He still finds you to be a subpar God in nearly every aspect. You were so uncool and lame as you lacked elegance, lazy in comparison to many, and awfully forgetful. But it made you even more charming. Tomoe found himself growing fond of your minor habits, though still trying to push healthier ones upon you, they were sweet, or even cute dare he say.
If you so choose, you can touch his ears. What can I say, the thought has plagued his mind more times than he cares to admit. Intimacy with you is not exactly scarce, you dot on the fox quite a bit, however, he yearns for more of your attention, your time. Being your familiar for some years has honestly built up his confidence. (There was no way in hell he'd ask you that and earlier than now.)
You cannot have another familiar, not a chance. Tomoe will burn them to the ground if they even try to kiss you. If you've had familiars before him, fuck them. They can die for all he cares. All you have to do is ask and he will gladly do the honors. (He knows you won't, unfortunately)
No male familiars are permitted to sleep by your side, except him of course. He must retain his superiority somehow. Allowing them to see you so vulnerable is not an option.
For you, he'd do an ything if it's within his power. As long as it doesn't put you or your reputation in danger that is.
“You reek of that wretched Tengu, must you always converse with such lowlives, mistress? If my company is not to your liking please allow me to fix myself. I am your loyal familiar and you should know I'm also the best.”
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How about platonic yandere tomoe any ideas
PLATONIC YANDERE TOMOE
WARNINGS: yandere themes
YOKAI
Human or not, the infamous fox demon had found himself growing quite fond of you. To him, you acted similar to a mouse, frolicking around in what is said to be a world of lions — Or rather, yokai. Poor thing!
In the beginning, Tomoe was not a willing companion. Brushing off your presence as though you were nothing but a mere speck of dust in his sight. He swore your voice brought him ineffable migraines that could send anyone plummeting to their demise. That you hindered him on nights he’d decided to partake in several late-night rendezvous.
Killing you was certainly an option. He had nearly succumbed to such selfish wishes plenty of times, as he could not fathom living with a shadow that was not his own. Yet, he could not.
There was some innocent charm behind your admiration for him, Though annoying, it intrigued him more than he could ever imagine.
Sure he was awfully dismissive at first: roughly pushing past you, and even ignoring you when you spoke. But it was just a phase!
“Where is that troublesome child...?” A rhetorical question as the yokai sat quietly on a still branch. Narrow eyes scanned the forest floor, restless and annoyed beyond belief.
It was true that he'd enjoyed your presence much more than he let on. So much so that he found himself, anxiously awaiting your return. The two of you often met under a bustling jade tree, merely five minutes away from your village. It stood out thanks to its towering height.
Poor Tomoe, scared out of his mind! He was so excited to see his favorite human that he came much earlier than usual. Silly fox, thinking you'd so carelessly abandon him. It's hilarious, truly. Now, run along, we wouldn't want him to massacre your village due to a little misunderstanding now would we?
The fox demon reached out, swiftly taking hold of the collar of your vivid kimono. His ears twitched at the shrill cry that tore from your throat in displeasure. His lips twisted into a tight scowl as his eyes lingered over your shocked expression. Tomoe sighed, “You're late.” before releasing his hold.
You roll your eyes, pulling your lips into a taut line. “Yeah, I was held up with chores.” Tomoe watched you in what you thought to be disbelief, but you merely ignored it. “I'm surprised you waited on me, what's the occasion?”
Golden eyes shift to catch you gaze, but only for a moment. “Don't worry your about such minor things.” He said, lightly flicking the center of your forehead with a gentle hand. “Now, let's go.”
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PERFORM, FOR US.
word count: 1.9k
WARNING(S): slight yandere themes, suggestive behavior
Yandere! Ice Skater x Pianist! Reader ❄
It's freezing, both outside and in. But it's winter so that’s to be expected. While a smooth, chilling breeze nipped at the skin of many, warm blankets shielded the bodies of many more. And before they knew it, the Winter Olympics were just around the corner.
Your fingers twitched above the monochrome keys, itching to play whatever dared enter your mind. A faint hum had just barely buzzed past your sealed lips, reaching the curious ears of the man sitting before you.
This year’s theme: Soft Wonderland
It was strange, you thought so too. But that didn’t stop you from giving it your all. The way you played piano was something otherworldly, and you were just as lucky to have such a skilled skater performing it.
The skater in question was seated directly to your right.
You reached out and lightly flicked his exposed forehead. “What’s with that look; is there something on my face?” Your question was rhetorical, even dripping with a hint of sarcasm; yet it flustered him all the same.
VINCENT hastily shook his head, placing a pale hand on his reddened skin.
You opted to ignore the look of admiration that had painted his sharp features. It didn’t suit him. Not at all. On television, he was a blessing to the eye. Gifted a cold exterior and a face to match. Most of his fans viewed him as the reserved, prince-boyfriend type, who’s protective and well-composed no matter the circumstance. If not for his previous interviews, you could even say he seemed unapproachable.
Ugh, they couldn’t be more wrong.
Vincent Yves Beaumont is a star in the making. Thief of Hearts and Trophies galore. A real gentleman, who's real easy on the eyes. A prodigy, successfully obtaining more than a handful of awards at the young age of twenty-two. Born in France; raised in Belgium, fluent in at least three languages. That in which has gained him quite the fanbase.
He was amazing, in the eyes of the public. Made to be something phenomenal — a star. Vincent was…he was…
A big fucking baby.
Even now, he rubbed gentle circles into your thigh with the smooth pads of his thumbs. His arm was propped against the edge of the piano-polished frame while his chin rested upon the base of his free hand. He was close, incredibly close. So close that you swore you felt the richness of his cologne tickling your nose: Cinnamon with a hint of pine. The faint remnants of mint mingled within his scent subtly. It was pleasant, but you distanced yourself anyway.
A quick glance at the clock was enough to send your heart spiraling. You only had an hour, sixty fucking minutes, to record all the edits you made on the sheet music before Vincent’s big performance. Although after having an inner monologue, mid-session at that, you truly anticipated nothing less.
“Se concentrer! Nous avons peu de temps.” You scolded.
'Focus! We don’t have much time.' Those were your exact words, in French at that. Despite it being your first (and his), you only used it when he managed to annoy you. Unfortunately, that was arguably his favorite pastime.
Why did this irk you so? One might ask. And luckily, there’s a simple answer to this unbelievably idiotic question. It’s the Olympics for crying out loud and this childish fucker was going to be representing you! Sure, you didn’t doubt his abilities; he had quite the talent. But still, you never worked well under pressure. You have a whole reputation to uphold!
You were a composer, after all. A damn good one at that. For only being twenty-six, you easily retained the talent of someone well into their sixties. You spent most of your early twenties frolicking alongside plenty of well-renowned figure skaters; Vincent being one of them. You had won a handful of awards along the way, along with plenty of generous deals.
Meaning, that everyone had high expectations for you.
A soft chuckle breezed by your ears. It was deep but just the right amount. If you hadn’t known better, then you’d say your viable hysteria amused him. Hmph, What a sadist.
“I am,” He grins earnestly. “I promise.”
Maybe you’d believe him, just this once. You were even tempted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But when he snaked his arm around your waist, all your hope when flying out the window. Then again, you didn’t have much of it anyway. “Vincent, get off of me you pervert.”
“Noo, You’re my lucky charm, I need you in order to perform well tonight.” The brunette whined into the crook of your neck, his nimble fingers toying with the fabric of your wool sweater.
Vincent shifted practically all his weight on you, causing you to go tumbling off the side of the wooden piano stool. You wrap your arms around him for support, refusing to acknowledge the sinful sound that slipped past his rosy lips. For fucks sake, he acts like a virgin.
Then, as if he couldn’t get any closer, leaned in and gently ran his tongue along the shell of your ear - like a cat in heat. Vincent’s pretty lips tug into a subtle smirk, purring, “If I win first place, will you reward me, Mon cœur?”
Never mind, definitely not a virgin!
Your heart was drumming against your chest, cheeks flushing at the man’s proximity. Fuck! Fuck!! Fuck!!! What were you supposed to do? He’s getting far too close for this to even possibly be appropriate, not to mention he called you “his love”.
You shrug him away weakly, just barely maintaining your composure. Vincent slightly loosened his hold on you, only to meet your gaze. Half-lidded eyes, blessed with long and full lashes. His chin rested on your chest, his hair tickling your exposed clavicles. His cheeks adorned a deeper shade of red, as though just the sight of you was managing to rile him up. This alone was euphoric.
“Please, [Name].”
God, he looked shameful. What a perv.
Using all of your strength, you push him out of the room, slamming the door right in his face. “Go get dressed, damn it!” You managed to scream through rigid breaths. This was no longer your problem — Vincent was no longer your problem. This was an issue for Hualing — his makeup artist; or Enlai — his stylist.
For that fact, you were grateful.
“Fuck, I only have thirty minutes left!”
After dropping the CD, you hailed a cab to take you back. Your lungs were screaming for air; your back practically collapsing in on itself. At this point, you were positive that the only thing keeping you from quitting it all was a shit ton of stress and adrenaline. But just as you were about to unlock the door, a loud DING echoed through the hotel's vacant halls.
Hesitantly, you opened it.
MR. ALWAYS ON TIME (VINCENT’S COACH):
Hey, [Name]! Just so you know, Beaumont won’t be the first performer today….
▷ delivered 19:34
To your delight (and vexation), Vincent would be the third performer of the night. “Gee, thanks,” You replied. That definitely would’ve been great to know earlier.
That evening, you were able to put those extra minutes to good use. You’d cleaned up rather nicely, compelling those around you to compliment your attire. They’d never guess you were an absolute wreck not even forty-five minutes ago.
You greeted his coach with a curt nod, before sitting a few seats down from him. Due to your reputation, others were quick to offer you seats closer to the front. And there was no chance in hell you were going to decline.
You learn back in your cushioned seat, blasting soft classical music over the booming voices of those around you. From what you knew, Vincent should be on any minute now and ready to—
“AHHH!!!”
You sigh, “I spoke too soon.”
Squeals that mimicked pigs and spoiled children tore through your ears (and sanity). It was loud, so loud that not even your headphones could withstand its volume. You reach to massage your temples, peeling your eyes open to try to focus on the man before you.
Once on stage, he bowed to the judges before adjusting his posture, allowing the bright stage lights to catch the purple shimmers decorating his uniform. His smile commanded the audience’s attention; seemingly genuine with deep dimples pooling at its sides. Full, ebony strands parted and combed out his eyes.
Cat-like, hazel eyes flicker over the vast audience; left to right, side to side. In search of something - or rather someone. The star was quick to find you, watching him with a certain regard that made his heart flutter. He felt light, under your gaze. It burned him, like a flame nipping away at frostbitten fingers. Hungry, craving more than what should suffice.
A feverish smile tugged at the corners of his rosy lips, one he didn’t bother to hide from the public. Vincent still acted like a young schoolgirl in your presence. Despite meeting you all those years ago. Despite being your fan as long as he can remember.
“Now for the star you’ve been waiting for, the heartthrob of a century…Vincent Yves Beaumont! ”
Gliding along the sleek ice like a Blue Jay spreading its feathered wings. Vincent’s movements showed a feeling of contentment and even bliss. Each quad looked like mere child’s play as he landed them, perfect without the tiniest flaw. Each turn was perfect as though he was programmed to perfection. Each and every axel he executed pulled a series of silent cheers from the crowd.
The skater nearly rolled his eyes, for he couldn’t finish his choreo fast enough. He didn’t want to pretend like he enjoyed being down here, at least a hundred feet away. He didn’t want to compete for something as insignificant as a medal when he could have your love as a prize instead. But he did it in a heartbeat…for you.
Nothing mattered if it wasn’t for you.
If not for you, this career meant nothing.
The fame didn’t matter if you weren’t experiencing it with him.
He wanted you - No, needed you.
And he’d fucking have you too.
You hum in realization as the last three lines of your song carried through the wind. Vincent’s performance was coming to an end. Landing his final quad loop, smoothly transitioning into a back-counter triple counter. His choreo had ended, and with it your song. He bowed once more, drowning in a sea of applause that engulfed the stadium.
Roses, Peonies, whatever you could think of was thrown in the ring. Yet, Vincent didn’t bother to acknowledge one. His eyes were locked on you, yours on him. You gave him a friendly wave, and to your surprise, he did not reciprocate it. That in itself was weird.
Now, you may not be a genius but the look in his eyes was far from normal. Everyone’s precious star, Vincent, was staring at you like a lion watching its prey. If you hadn’t known any better you thought he’d be already trying to pounce on you at that very moment. Hah, and you’re not wrong! He could hardly strain the animalistic urge to take you home and finally make you his.
That’s when it hit you, you’ve never seen him lose a competition. So that “deal” you made earlier was getting closer and closer to becoming reality. And something told you he wasn’t going to let you go~!
“Fuck me, bro.”
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hello:)) could you maybe do a yandere kaname kuran with another pure blood girl? the girl could be a pretty inexperienced vampire, maybe she was kept as a human for safety kinda like yuki.. change around as you like!! thank you☺️☺️
if possible maybe even a little spicy 😏😏
YANDERE! KANAME W/ A PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸
Pairing: Yandere! Kaname Kuran x new pureblood! reader
Note: Yesss, ofc!
Format: Headcanons; 2nd person
WARNING(S): yandere themes, slightly suggestive (bad)
THE COLLAPSE OF many pureblood families had unfortunately not been uncommon. Yours, my dear, happened to be the unfortunate choice. And with their destruction went your title. You had been forced to live as a human, without a memory to your name. All for the sake of your being, a new bloodline. It felt surreal, like a dream. A dream you had no choice but to come to terms with.
Luckily (or not) for you, a certain Kuran was determined to revive your former self. The real one he had come to adore. Hah, it's safe to say you have a very extensive past with each other.
Though he admits, your parents did quite an extraordinary job at hiding your whereabouts. Not even your average pure blood was guaranteed success in their searches for you. However, Kaname is no ordinary pure blood; oh heavens no! He is the Kaname Kuran, a rather selfish and greedy man when it comes to those he holds dear to him.
You happen to be one of the few. How lovely~!
Kaname reaches out and cups your cheeks in his palms. He savored the warmth of your skin, for it was the last time he would feel it. The gentle flushing of your cheeks had gnawed away at his last ounce of composure. Truthfully, it wasn't in his best interest to ravish you, though it was tempting. It would simply have to wait.
He almost felt guilty for snatching it all away from you. The subtle beauty of being a human, living your life as anything bus immortal, passing on with those you held close. Ahem — almost.
“[Name],” The man cooed. “Do you trust me?”
You blinked, resisting the urge to squirm under his watchful gaze. He was a patient man, though not when it came to you.
Even having you beneath him for hours on end had not been enough to quench his thirst. Even now, he awaited your answer like a loyal dog, itching for your affections.
“Y...yes.”
Your hesitancy didn't go unnoticed, not that it mattered anyways. Your skin went soft against the chill of his lips, it was definitely something you had to get used to. Kaname slowly nipped at your skin, lavishing it in wet, hot kisses.
He held your hand tight in one hand, fingers interlocked into one; whilst the other tucked loose strands from your sight. Gently stripping you of the silks that concealed your skin, allowing your blood to bleed through its sheer fabric.
“Let me know if it hurts, [Name].”
HE WAS QUICK to wed you after your transformation.
However, he’ll keep it a secret if you happen to attend the academy. There's no doubt that you’ll be transferred to the night class to live alongside him and the others. Though he tries so hard to hide it, he’s a possessive man at heart. Kaname in no way views you as an object, and yet he wishes to own your entire being.
Under no circumstances will you take blood from another man - or anyone for that matter. If you do, he’s quick to wipe them from your sight. You should never have to rely on someone who isn't him. Just the thought drives him insane.
Isolated and subjected to hours of needles, torturous thoughts of the world around you. The world you had once embraced in your mortal body. It's a shame what love does to a person. It's laughable, truly. You just happened to be one of the lucky ones to get to finally understand what hell feels like...
Im intrigued; wont you tell me a little, dear~?
Soft tears spilled from your puffy eyes for what seemed to be endless. They were warm, something your skin no longer was. You had tried not to let your sorrows consume you, but today, they’d bested you. Hugging your knees to your chest, you peer out one of the many windows that stretched along the Kuran manor. Well, your manor. And yet it provided you little comfort.
“What’s bothering you so much, dear?”
Instinctively, you reach out, allowing the man to scoop you into his lean arms. You were a fool, your mother would scold you. How could you ever allow a Kuran to woo you so; to take away the mortal life you were gifted? But you couldn’t help it, he was all you had. Kaname was the only one who kept you warm at night.
Kaname was the only reminder of your old life.
Kaname was the only one you could trust.
Kaname —
“I’m sorry…” Kaname murmurs, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head. “I truly am {Name}. Please, dry your tears.”
Sorry? Yes, that he was. Although not for the reasons you’re thinking dearest. He’s a Kuran after all; the man is bound to be selfish! Kaname is so, oh so very sorry. He hates seeing you cry…but, he hates the thought of losing you much more.
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Alright no problem.
A category I would like is the upper rank demons. Thank you.
MODERN AU! YANDERE UPPER MOONS (some)
REQUEST: Upper Moons s/o grows distant from them. Then they start talking to someone new via their phone. It's implied or shown that they're gaining feelings for the person in the phone. Later, the yandere finds out.
Includes: Akaza, Douma, Gyutaro, Koukushibo
WARNING(S): Yandere themes, weird ass writing
AKAZA
Akaza has watched you enter your password thousands of times, so, of course, he knows it by heart. However, he never felt a need to go through your phone despite how viciously his curiosity gnawed at his restraint. He trusted you undoubtedly though it was foolish to do so.
The poor soul; betrayal is truly a curse. A brisk gleam had piqued his interest and he wish it hadn't. He wants so badly to not believe his eyes, praying for a means of deception or even a facade. All the lies about who you were texting, and who you were with had to be true! He could not fathom you doing such a thing, slicing him so deeply with what felt like the sharp-edged end of a blade.
His actions after were merely on impulse — on rage and desire even. Yet he did not feel an ounce of remorse. He was unable to sympathize with the person who tore you away, and instead dwelled in the satisfaction their death had brought him.
⠀⠀WORK HAD BEEN especially tiring that evening. Fatigue had wracked your body like a dangerous drug, rendering you with little desire to move. Alas, you had to make it home. Your phone had died, leaving you no source of contact with the one who had slowly captured your heart.
⠀⠀Once you got home you were greeted with a comfortable silence. It wasn't all that strange seeing how Akaza enjoyed working well into the night, and getting off earlier left you a few hours at your disposal. You were quick to dive into the white duvet of your mattress, relishing in its warmth. A nap had followed suit with your phone set securely at your bedside, powered off, as you gleefully waltzed into a land of undiscovered dreams.
⠀WHAM!
⠀⠀You jumped at the abrupt sound. It was loud and left you quite concerned for the condition of your door's hinges. Nonetheless, you hastily descended down the short flight of steps as your bewildered hues were quick to meet his own only a mere inch from the entrance.
⠀⠀“You're home?” A rhetorical question. “Where were you out so late?”
⠀⠀Your inquiry was more off instinct rather than anything else, but the quick flashing of the clock had proved you right. It read, “3:00 am”; four hours past his usual time of arrival. It hadn't bothered you too much, though it was very unlike him.
⠀⠀You sighed at his lack of response. Another thing that was out of character. You approached him in calm yet confident strides. However, the closer you drew, a familiar scent wafted at your nose; metallic like pure polished iron. It made you sick. Your brows furrowed in mild concern as his current state struck you with great worry.
⠀⠀There wasn't any blood that you could see. But the scent was pungent, so much so that it had begun to cloud your senses.
⠀⠀“Hey, Akaza, are you okay—”
⠀⠀“Are they...better than me?” He was quick to cut you off with a biting tone. It brought a shiver down your spine as it was the coldest you'd heard from him. “Answer me.”
⠀⠀Choking on your words you stutter out a response, “Wha...what do you m-mean?”
⠀⠀His sharp eyes narrowed into slits, nearly lacerating you into two. “I saw them.” He continued. “The messages.”
⠀⠀As though it were second nature, your hand ghosted over your pocket in slight desperation, feeling for your phone. But it wasn't there. You were sure you grabbed it and the thought of losing it had instantly soured your mood. Patting, digging, tugging on your pockets but to no avail. It was gone and you had no clue as to where it could be.
⠀⠀“W...here...”
⠀⠀Looking up at Akaza he wasn't the slightest bit impressed. He reached into his pocket, taking the device in his hand. The device you'd recognized as your own. “Looking for this thing?”
⠀⠀A sickening CRUNCH! resonated through your shared apartment; loud and wretched to your ears. Your phone had clattered to the floor and with it the contents it had once held. You struggled to swallow the bile crawling up your throat, plunging to your knees with a harsh thud.
⠀⠀“You won't be needing that anymore. I have a feeling that ‘friend’ of yours is no longer with us.”
DOUMA
Indeed, he is quite favored amongst nearly every person he's come across. Darling, look at him. Even so, his attention remained on you from the beginning to the very end. Thus he's rather confused; why are you going behind his back?
Surely you must know Douma is no fool, for he knew about your little conversation from the start. Yet it fascinated him. This searing pain in his chest, bubbling and boiling with an unrecognizable emotion — could it be agitation? He asked himself. Nonetheless, it was only welcomed for such a short time before he no longer desired its presence.
Jealousy is such a pain; but he's not heartless, darling! I jest — he absolutely is! It'd be best to listen to him while he's playing nice because knowing him, he'd much rather give you an ultimatum than simply mutilate your little mistress or maistre. However, you can never be too sure.
⠀⠀THAT EVENING Douma had dragged you to the basement of your shared home, much to your dismay, claiming there was a surprise awaiting you. You'd thought nothing of it as he was always quick to shower you with anything you could ever ask for. But if given the opportunity you'd run like your life depends on it. Not for any particularly reason.
⠀⠀Though this time it was different. He had a strange skip in his step that made your heart quiver. Not many things in this life made his heart squeal with joy, or even jump for the matter, so what could've possibly done it now? The sheer thought of finding out made you all the more uneasy.
⠀⠀Something wasn't right.
⠀⠀Squeaky hinges were quick to interrupt your peace as they cried out under the weight of Douma's hand. Upon opening, a foul scent hit you like a harsh slap in the face, nearly causing you to gag at its intensity. Instinctively, your hand shot from your side and to your nose, but it did very little to ease its pungency.
⠀⠀You glance to your side and shockingly enough, Douma wasn't fazed in the slightest. He looked bored rather, as he silently waited for you to collect yourself. Though not for long.
“Ah~, it's a shame. You don't like it do you?” Douma whined. “Getting my hands dirty is no fun, even when it's for you, yknow!”
⠀⠀The sight of the mutilated corpse made your heart stammer. It was subtly rotting, suggesting its time in this place. The features adorning it were all too familiar. The realization had dawned on you far too late. The one who made you happy. Who comforted you on endless occasions. Who loved you He killed him.
⠀⠀Douma twirled the man's phone between his fingers before huffing loudly, successfully acquiring your attention. “You've been texting me for the past week and my, my, I wasn't expecting that behavior from you in the slightest~!”
⠀⠀Why hadn't you noticed it before?
⠀⠀That week his (not Douma's) responses struck you as somewhat abnormal but you'd merely presumed it was a figment of your imagination. The increasingly flirty texts that you so foolishly played along with would soon become your downfall.
⠀⠀“Don't cry now, dear,” Nimble fingers dig themselves into the softness of your cheeks, making you pucker up like a fish. “I'm sure you never thought about how I felt seeing you go behind my back so often.”
⠀⠀“So don't be so selfish.”
KOUKUSHIBO
Kokushibo, more formally known as Michikatsu, has never been a confrontational man. Yes, he indeed found your strange actions to be interesting. His strong infatuation proved such.
Being the attentive man he is, Kokushibo was quick to notice your peculiar actions regarding that phone. The field of giggles that would often slip past them. The long nights you spent staring at its flashing screen instead of attending to him who was at your side. The times you sneak out with no regards
Kokushibo had followed you, for his curiosity had truly bested him. He's always been number one no matter where he went. Thus he can no longer feign maturity. He had grown desperate for your attention and time. The demon could no longer lay restless at night, dreaming of you being held in another man's arms.
⠀⠀THE TRUTH was on the tip of your tongue just waiting to be told. His stare shook you to the core, leaving you fearful and uneasy. You shifted on the balls of your feet in anticipation, hurriedly waiting for him to break the silence.
⠀⠀You had gotten all dolled up for your scheduled night of rendezvous, expecting to slip into the night like a ghost as you always did. But of course that wasn't an option, not today. For a man who you once called your lover was seated on the couch with a thick book tucked beneath his fingertips, as waited for you to make an appearance.
⠀⠀And you did not disappoint.
⠀⠀“What've you been up to?” He had asked, a simple question that required a simple answer. You were an adult so it couldn't have been a problem, right?
⠀⠀Right?
⠀ WRONG.
⠀⠀“I...I was just...” You cursed under your breath at your useless stammering, opting to grip the end of your shirt to provide some solace. “Going out...I was just going out...”
⠀⠀“Where?”
⠀⠀Your knees trembled, ready to give out under your weight any moment now. Something about his gaze made your stomach churn. It was so kind and yet very knowing, as though he was well aware of the late-night endeavors you partook in. And yet he could not look at you with anything more than love and true understanding. You felt guilty.
⠀⠀You had caved and crumbled to your knees, begging him for forgiveness. You'd never felt so weak. So stupid. Deceiving such a kind man who would never do anything to hurt you or those around you (that's not true). He even feigned obliviousness to your terrible actions when he had the choice not to.
⠀⠀Kokushibo swept you into his arms, carefully rubbing smooth circles into your back. Your nails dug into the soft fabric of his kimono, searching for comfort within his arms. A faint smirk grazed his lips. You truly were perfect, always making his job easy for him. He hardly had to lift a finger!
⠀⠀Nothing ever gets past him. No one will ever take you away.
⠀⠀“Forgive me for what I've done, but it'd be best that you do not contact that person any longer.” He presses his lips to the shell of your ear . “They're gone.”
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere scenarios#diabolik lovers headcanons#yandere hedacanons#kimetsu no yaiba imagines#kny imagines#kny headcanons#kny x y/n#kny x reader#kny x you#yandere demon slayer#demon slayer headcanons#demon slayer imagines#yandere upper moons#yandere upper moons x reader#akaza headcanons#akaza x reader#yandere akaza#yandere douma#douma x reader#koukushibo#kokushibo headcanons#kokushibo x reader#kokushibo x y/n
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ok so you just made a platonic yandere vampire knights post and that made me excited a d I had an idea. So you know how the Kurans are the highest rank in vampire society but what if there was one family higher than them who had a daughter that is maybe Yuki's age and Kaname was platonic yandere for her. Cuz I like to see how would Kaname treat someone of a higher rank than them. Thx❤️
PLATONIC! YAN. KANAME WITH A HIGHER RANKED PUREBLOOD READER — 🩸
Includes: Yandere platonic! Kaname Kuran from “Vampire knight”
Note: I got a little carried away. btw...FEM READER.
Format: Headcanons; 2nd person
WARNING(S): platonic yandere
Kaname had met you at a huge ball thrown in your honor. Every vampire in the land was required to attend as the [Last Name] family hardly graced the world with their presence. Seeing as the Kurans are second in command of the vampire world, how could they possibly ignore such an extraordinary invitation from their lovely superiors?
Kaname had only met your parents once, hundreds of years ago, long before you were conceived. They were terribly polite and well-conversed, too much so. Speaking with them felt artificial — lifeless even. He'd hardly thought they were capable of raising a child in any way.
He could not be any more wrong.
To his surprise, you were the exact opposite of them. You held a childlike joy brighter than the stars littering the night sky. A fancy dress was tightly tied around your small frame with ruffles and subtle ribbons sewn to its fabric. He admired your personality and the rawness of it. You reminded him of a human with how much emotion you displayed. It was charming!
“Hello there, are you perhaps Lady [Name]?”
A man with almost shoulder-length, well-groomed chocolate strands had approached you. He looked to be no older than sixteen yet he was older than you. But as your mother always told you, ‘With vampires, looks can be deceiving. Thus, do not make assumptions.’
“Oh, yes...hello there.” You bowed rather awkwardly, having little time to fully master your etiquette for such a large event.
He rested a gloved hand over his mouth in a pitiful attempt to stifle his laughter. You're adorable. Bowing to someone below you was such a simple yet, humorous mistake.
You tilted your head, folding your arms tightly over your chest. An angry huff flew past your lips, much faster than you could've stopped it. Remembering your mothers' words, you were quick to adjust your posture and unfold your arms. “S-sorry.”
Kaname chucked outwardly. Another apology? Just how cute can you be! “It's quite alright. There's no need to apologize, honestly.”
Kanme finds himself spending much more time at your manor, in hopes of seeing you. Perhaps. Though if that were the case it surely wouldn't surprise the King and Queen of the vampire world. The boy made it painfully obvious in their eyes, and they were more than willing to allow him such a wish.
As funny as it may seem, Kaname treats you like a princess, which you technically are. From birth, he was taught to show the utmost respect to your family. Rightfully so, as they held an immense amount of influence in the supernatural world and you would do the same.
Despite how dearly he held you, there was a line he was not willing to cross. Reprehending you or going against your wishes left a bitter taste on his tongue; unpleasant and hard to swallow. In his eyes, you could do no wrong
Kaname cares for you ineffably, and by the age of ten, you were well aware of it. You knew he had a sister as he very seldomly spoke of her, and frankly, you were curious about her — who she was.
Lying to you didn't make him feel the slightest bit at ease. Twisting the truth to such a sweet girl was a sin like no other, yet he felt as though it was necessary. The possibility of you growing close to Yuki was far too strong. The thought alone made him ill.
“Kaname~! When can I meet Yuki?” You whined, giving the end of his coat a soft tug. “You make her sound like an angel the way you talk about her.”
“You are the angel, Lady [Name],” He smiled, gently taking your hands in his own. You giggled, seeing as his hand nearly engulfed your much smaller ones. “I'm afraid I don't know when you'll have the opportunity to see Yuki.”
It seems that Kaname is the perfect person to stand by your side. Your parents thought so too, seeing as the Kurans were second in command in the vampire world, and his pureblood abilities would deem useful.
On that note, upon your exposure to the world, meetings were something you were required to attend; with or without your parents. Kaname is more than happy to stick by your side, as he fears for your safety when left alone with such atrocious men.
You'd always found it strange how distant some aristocrats appeared. It'd soured your mood on more than one occasion. Truth be told, Kaname took it upon himself to remove their horrid influence on you; well, the possibility of it. Not just anyone was allowed to speak with you.
Times like these make Kaname quite thankful for his authoritative power in the world. He'd hate to dirty his hands with the foul blood of those old cretins, in front of you nonetheless. But my dear they were a few unlucky ones. (Hanabusa watch your back).
Without knowing it you would grow fairly attached to the Kuran. Unfortunately, that was his plan. Once you've fully grown dependent on him, he will finally be able to ensure your safety. It's only a matter of time before you mature and rule in your parents' place. Sure, loyalty wouldn't be difficult to come by, for it comes naturally to your family. Yet the thought pains him so terribly.
No matter how long your ruling may be. The struggles you come across. Kaname will be there to coddle you and fix them as he always does. You wouldn't have to lift so much as a finger!
Kaname will forever serve you. No matter the choices you make or the emotions you feel. You will always be his little vampire princess.
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere x y/n#yandere hedacanons#vampire knight headcanons#vampire knight#kaname kuran x reader#kaname kuran
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Since requests are open, would you be willing to write something for Mizuki (Kamisama Kiss) with a goddess darling that one day just disappeared like Mikage did on Tomoe?
Welcome back, btw❣️
WHY MUST YOU LEAVE ME?
Note: Hey! I'd actually be more than willing to write this. Also, I'm happy to be back. ♡
—sorry this is so short. I'll edit it later.
Format: Headcanons
Featuring: Mizuki from "Kamisama Kiss"
WARNING(S): Yandere themes, unhealthy dependency
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀「お嬢様、どうして僕を置いていったの?」
The whole thing felt like a fever dream. A painful dream — fueled by his desire for your return. Mizuki had served you for years on end, and not once has his loyalty wavered. Oh dear, he could never imagine a day that it would. After all the effort the poor thing’s put into ridding you of all those pests, who so foolishly tried to take his place; how could he ever betray you?
Many say that hate is a strong word. And perhas it is, for a familiar especially. Even after your abandonment, Mizuki could not harbor such feelings towards you. He held you far too dear. He poured his heart and soul into your entire being, simply to please you. If not for you, he'd have no purpose in this wretched world. How unfortunate.
Your shrine felt like an eternal home. Seeing how the poor thing could hardly find the courage to travel even s few inches past it's garden. As it was the last thing he had that reminded him of you.
The silk of your kimonos felt cold against his skin without your warmth to adorn them. Your scent remained rich in it's fabric, as though you had worn it mere days ago. His nose was buried deep within its silks, swallowing it's tantalizing scent. If you were here to see it, you'd surely scold him.
“Lady [Name],” He breathed into its fine silks. “I miss you so very much.”
Nanami had found him, moping around at the entrance of a beautifully kept shrine. You'd never even guess that its been vacant for nearly a decade. Reality began to weigh in on him like a heavy stream — you weren't coming back.
His light had dimmed significantly, though he tried to hide it. And somehow, the poor thing mustered up a large grin to the teenage girl. Mizuki appreciated her generosity, truly. The familiar even tried to pursue the Land God in hopes of mending the hole in his heart. However, thoughts of you consumed his every being.
Mizuki wouldn't miss an opportunity to brag about his otherworldly mistress. You were absolute perfection and nothin less. But even so, not even his feeble words could convey his utter admiration with your being. It almost felt shameful to speak of you to such lowly creatures who would never have a chance at experiencing your presence — your kindness.
Then again, he's not complaining~! (Too much)
The harder he tried to forget you, the louder his heart wailed. Thoughts of you had clouded his head, day after day and he could do nothing about it. No woman nor man interested him. Prizes and jewels were feeble to say the least. Even his new mistress, Nanami, could not hold his attention for more than a moment.
A gentle breeze tousled his pale strands. It was soothing, much like the hand you had once caressed him with.Though, even then, it lacked your tenderness. Nights like these were frequent. Days filled with longing and sorrow.
But who's to say he won't look for you? It's very likely that he would. This is the same lovestruck fool whom you had at your beck and call for decades on end, or perhaps even a century. His new job as the Land God's loyal familiar does little to determine him from his real goal: Finding you.
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere x y/n#yandere hedacanons#kamisama hajimemashita headcanons#kamisama kiss headcanons#kamisama kiss#kamisama hajimemashita
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Yandere Alphabet
Note: There is no real limit, this is fine. I assumed you wanted the yandere alphabet. Also sorry this is so late!
Pairing: Hachiro Furukawa (OC) x Gn! reader
Format: Headcanons
Contains: W, T, Q, M, J
Request: Hi, I hope you're having a good day💖 If it's alright with you, can I ask for W, T, Q, M, J, and A with Furukawa? Sorry if I asked for too many I don't know about the limit 😖. You can do as many as you'd like from these
JEALOUSY: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
This isn't something terribly evident in your marriage, and perhaps that's for the best. HACHIRO is more likely to find a way to cope, though not always in a level-headed manner. Whether he's locked away in his office, buried in his work. Comforted by the raw scent of ink etched into each sheet. Or busying himself with more trivial matters. For business, I'm afraid not. Whilst something, or rather someone has piqued his interest as of late. Can you guess who it is?
MASK: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
No, it is expected of him to dote on his spouse yet his exterior remains unchanged. To an onlooker, your marriage may appear somber or rather arranged by those above you. But they could not be farther from the truth. HACHIRO is beyond enamored with you and everything you do. There’s no need to impress another but the one he is betrothed to, the person who wears the precious bands he has gifted them. Tentatively idle away in your care. For the opinions of others mean nothing.
QUIT: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Hah, not a chance! The sheer thought of another renders him ill, nearly diminishing all he has left to offer. “Love” is an understatement, a word that couldn’t truly embody his pitiful feelings for you. A disgrace to all he would give to have you back once more. Hachiro’s heart beats for you, and all that brings you joy. For that, he will search for you until he is graced with death's painful kiss.
TEARS: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
Minor inconveniences, tantrums, that is all they are to him. He will not so much as flinch at the sight. Having no intention of coddling you at such a time. His finger curls under your chin, whisking the troublesome tears that stained your cheeks. His touch felt like ice. Bitter to the touch, cold and so unforgiving. And yet filled with so much admiration.
WIT'S END: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Not physically, it would do him little good. Hachiro has no desire to harm a single hair on your head, my dear. But manipulation is an acquaintance of his, one he refers to quite often. With a voice no higher than a whisper he will reel you in once more. Offering compassion, and a sense of security through his words, not a foul intention insight. This is a skill HACHIRO is certainly self-assured in as a renowned businessman. And I suppose he’s putting it to very “good” use.
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere x reader#yandere scenarios#yandere shorts#yandere x y/n#yandere#yandere male#male yandere#yandere oc x reader#yandere ocs#yandere oc#male oc x reader#yandere hedacanons#oc x reader
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How would yanderes Naruto, Gaara and Itachi(Separate) react to the reader crying after she got kidnapped, fearing that he’ll kill her?
Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping
Pairing: Yandere Naruto x reader, Yandere Gaara x reader, Yandere Itachi x reader
Format: Headcanons
Synopsis: Reader crying in fear of them hurting them.
NARUTO UZUMAKI
🍜 Why do you cry? Bawl your eyes out like a child, a helpless infant. He assumed you were hurt, though he could not find a scratch on your body. Not a hair on your head had been harmed so, why are you weeping? Naruto would try to comfort you, he was in a frenzy much like yourself. His heart swelling painfully tight at your tears. He wanted to hold you, wipe your tears away. But alas, you wouldn’t allow it.
🍜 Somewhere in between, he began crying himself. Not with the hope for pity, no, not at all. But genuine grief for you, his beloved. Your tears had been long forgotten about as you found yourself consoling the hopeless man. Holding his shoulders in a firm grip as unruly sobs shook him, fled his lips like an uninhabited stream. Only then did you realize your mistake, how he somehow ensure your safety in mere seconds.
🍜 “Don’t hate me, {Name}-chan, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” What a pity. He wouldn’t even harm a fly, the poor boy. “Say you’ll forgive me!” He buried his head deep into your lap, wet tears damping the thin fabric. The fox’s grip was exceedingly tight as you could feel his nails chewing at your thighs. Now, what will you do?
GAARA
🏜 He did not know how to react. Gut-wrenching sobs tore through the air, you could do little to hold them back. They left in waves, just like the very seas you had once admired. Gaara was at a loss for words. His chest pinching painfully tight prepared to suffocate him in any waking moment. He had not wished to make you cry, oh god no.
🏜 The man knew little about the concept of “comfort”, let alone how to give it to someone. So rather than that he provides you reassurance. Heeding the hysterics pouring past your lips, each more inaudible than the last. The man simply could not fathom your anguish, nor did he desire to. All that mattered was stopping the pesky tears plaguing your being, ruining your pretty skin.
🏜 He rested his hand upon your head. Weaving through the troublesome tresses that resist him. His touch was warm and tender, almost comforting. Gaara felt terrible for not knowing what caused your tears. The faint trembling of his hands showed as such. "{Name}," His voice was hushed, no more than a whisper. "Now, take a deep breath, and tell me what's troubling you." Now, what will you do?
ITACHI UCHIHA
🍡 A sight that would break his heart. The seemingly resistant surface shattered with just one whimper. He was quick to comfort you. Lying a light hand on the top of your head. There wasn’t so much as a twitch of his lips nor a softening of his eyes, almost as though he was negligent to your cries. As though he cared not for the sorrow devouring your joy. Oh, how he wishes it were true, yet his heart deceives him.
🍡 The Uchiha heaved you into his arms, careful not to startle you. Bitter tears swept from the corners of your eyes. You were cradled like a small child, slowly rocked back and forth to the sweet murmurs of his heart. He sought our warmth somewhere in your coldness, some form of acceptance…understanding of his selfish actions.
🍡 “I wouldn’t think of harming you {Name},” Itachi murmurs, his words nearly missing your ears. “So please, wipe your tears; Don’t cry anymore.” Now, what will you do?
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yandere kakashi and itachi (separate) with an unrelentingly kind darling. like someone sweet lol
KAKASHI HATAKE
📚 God he can't stand it. Stop being so damn cute! You're like candy, the sweetest kind. The one that a little kid could get addicted to from just the first bite. That could give him a toothache from how much sugar it contains. That's exactly how the Jounin would describe you.
📚 Despises the simple sight of you smiling in another man's direction. Letting them have a taste of that sugary sweet smile, those soft eyes. Though concealing it is no more than a chore, Kakashi had yet to succumb to his desires.
📚 Overall, he'd enjoy it. Kakashi would click best with someone as kind-spirited as he is. Someone who can look after others and put their trust in him. Knowing that he would never allow harm to come your way, even so much as graze a hair on your body. Your kindness is addicting and he'll be the only one to truly taste it in its entirety.
ITACHI UCHIHA
🍡 The perfect person for him. His one and only. His light in the darkness of the night. His light that wouldn't allow the darkness to consume them; To drown them. Seemingly causing everything they touched to flourish, growing to its full extent. A touch that could turn even the vulgar things pure. He needed that.
🍡 Dreads the idea of someone taking advantage of your kindness. Thus he's grown quite protective over you. Monitoring your interactions, or just who you hang out with on a daily. Often without your acknowledgment for he knows his actions are far from normal, much too overbearing for an individual like yourself.
🍡 In conclusion, you're stuck with an overprotective Uchiha. His internal anxiety pushing him to worry over your safety. Itachi's intentions are nothing but pure, though his execution is particularly flawed. For a man of such intelligence that may come as a shock, or not, but you would do it too if you were so sickly in love.
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere hedacanons#yandere#yandere kakashi x reader#yandere kakashi#kakashi x y/n#kakashi headcanons#kakashi x reader#yandere itachi x reader#yandere itachi#itachi x y/n#itachi x you#itachi x reader#yandere naruto headcanons#naruto headcanons#yandere naruto imagines#naruto imagines#naruto shippuden imagines#naruto shippuden headcanons
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What would happen if reader ended their relationship with Hachiro after high school? They just don’t see themselves in his future anymore
Note: Hachiro and other ocs located: here!
Pairing: Hachiro Furukawa x gn! reader
Warnings: None
Format: Headcanons
REGULAR
Denial; the first stage of grief some might say. "Let's break up," Three words that left him speechless, unable to murmur even the slightest word. He couldn't possibly fathom the idea of you leaving him, perhaps he didn't want to. Contemplating where he went wrong, what mistakes were made. The thought weighed on his mind for hours on end.
Hachiro will make an effort to remain friends, though that's far from what he desires. Always managing to find an excuse to have you to himself, whether it be when the sun falls or the moon reaches its peak. The choice is yours, sometimes. Nonetheless, he wishes for some kind of connection with you, a way to keep in touch, to snoop on you without coming off the wrong way.
If his efforts fail, he'll be heartbroken. His stone-cold exterior visibly shattered at your answer. Rejection is a foreign concept to him. Though that's to be expected when you grew up sucking on a silver spoon. Having everything you could ask for at your beck and call; besides you, it seems. That alone is unacceptable, I doubt Hachiro could love another after you deary!
"Ahem — Alright, that is your choice, correct?" He adjusts his tie. "Then so be it, I hope you meet someone of your status. Any less than perfect isn't worth your time."
YANDERE
Silence occupied the capacious office. The tension thick, nearly suffocating as you were sure you could cut it. You felt like a deer in headlights under his gaze. Such judging eyes, cold to the touch, border circling within them. A lump formed in your throat as you begin to crack, fidgeting with your shirt, peeking at him through long lashes. He sighed, "Why should I let you leave?"
"We should break up." Believes someone must be driving your delusions. Shifting your way of thinking for some twisted plan against him, to betray him. He could only mollify your anxiety so much, telling little white lies behind a clenched jaw, spiteful eyes. Hachiro is in denial more so, choosing to look beyond reality though it proceeds to knock at his door. There's no way in hell he'd let you go.
Proving himself? There's no such thing, you are soulmates there's no need. Considering you asked him out first my dear, it was only a matter of time before you had him wrapped around your finger. That seems to be a skill of yours. His obsession is no minor...inconvenience, it should not be taken lightly. One wrong move and you could possibly end your life!
"I'm assuming this is some sick joke, yet I cannot seem to find the humor in it. No matter," He sighed. "I have work to attend to, though I doubt you'll be able to reenact your little prank tied up like that."
#—🍁#x reader#yandere x darling#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere shorts#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x y/n#yandere hedacanons#yandere oc x reader#yandere ocs#yandere x you#yandere male#yandere male x reader#oc x reader#oc x y/n#oc x you#oc headcanons#yancore#male yandere#yanderecore
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