#yandere diego

[tht0nesimp]

indulgent Drabble…

Idea: so have any of you guys seen those AU things where it’s like being a Yandere is a normal thing, so if you’ve seen season four you know about the wrong timeline things so like what if they ended up in one of those or this was one or something, this is probably not very well written…

tw: spoilers but not like specific instances just like information,Yandere bcs…it’s my blog, kidnapping, non consensual…everything?, normalized stuff idefk , Five is inspired by a Yandere five fic I read once I won’t even lie

thinking of them all having their little darlings and how they treat them >.<

Luther’s darling is getting it probably some of the best, he pays, and he really wants them to love him! Really! He just…don’t get mad when he breaks all your stuff, he knows that you had an ex and that the object was important, but you can’t be mad! People see you two and are probably a little off put because likely you are dwarfed by him unless your a body builder or something, he doesn’t mind, just please don’t make him do anything….:(

Diego and a little spitfire, they’re likely someone Hellbent on fighting it, clawing and biting. Hair frazzled, likely to have a hole or tear in they're clothes—he doesn’t really mind, even when he has to drag you into the mansion, the others having some level of understanding of what he’s going through because…they’ve all done it, to varying degrees of lengths and extremities. He never felt healthy love before and it’s damn sure his dad don’t love ‘em so he truly doesn’t understand why you can’t just accept love?

Allison who makes sure her precious little mannequin is well known as hers, people envy you, an amazing actor with enough money to last a lifetime?! You might be able to run off and find a closet to huddle up in at home, but she won’t be patient with misbehavior in front of the media, you will find yourself on the wrong side of a chain if you try anything. Probably not a big fan of introducing you to people personally, she loves the flashy couples stuff; at least 2 dozen roses might make up for it? Right?

Klaus is barely making it, his other siblings likely pay for and/or babysit for him. He doesn’t snap very often like his siblings, he sees you as an angel! But, not a person. Truly, I think not only would the being forced to be around a very active addict but he won’t let you do anything outside of a hobby or two! He rarely leaves you alone, and to be honest he probably uses a chain or restraints all the time because even if he can come back, he’s not physically the strongest guy—but past that, he’s always eager to help you with bathing or eating or baking or drawing or writing or drinking or meditating or relaxing or sleeping or making the bed or cleaning up or driving or going outside(ofc with him, can’t have his little martyr running around! What if someone recognizes you as his and and and the debt collectors collect you!?) or any possible task, he’ll learn to cook or bake so you don’t have to! Just ignore the small white grains on his credit card….please! He won’t get angry commonly, if ever, but in the very rare chance he gets angry it’s best to just shut up and try not to make the voice begging him to tie you back up any louder.

Five and the little doll he carries around, always looking lost and glazed over, or maybe a girl who is eerily like him, either way, he’s dressing them up in whatever he wants. He likely drugs them pretty consistently, it makes him feel good to have someone who will thank him when he takes care of them, even if they don’t know what’s going on whatsoever. His siblings are surprised at the ice cream dates and picnics he sets up, people smile at him when he goes to get you a milkshake, the guy behind the bar laughing when five pours a little packet of powder into your drink and stirs it—happily accepting the man’s offer to top up your whipped cream, so you don’t get distressed about it—all in all, atleast his darling will never have to do anything for themselves…ever again

Viktor happily plays instruments for you, learning your favorites so he can serenade and impress you. He tries to be as accommodating as possible, so patient and okay with your panic that he succeeds in comforting you. He’ll even let you help him at the bar once you get settled in, people find it adorable when you and him work together you don’t really do anything

They probably don’t have playdates very often, but the most to least well behaved would probably go

Viktors darling—Viktors humanity pays off, and his darling likely comes to terms pretty quickly, asking him nicely for things and even letting him touch them willingly!

Luther’s darling—All in all, they probably don’t have all too much to complain about. They’re awkward, but the darling isn’t clawing at him or anything

Allison’s darling—no cameras? Her darling is probably playing a Nintendo switch on a couch somewhere in the mansion, avoiding the wackos

fives darling—He’s trying, and so are they, but they’re a little out of it most of the time. I won’t give them credit for behaving because they don’t even know they’re doing something good by clinging to torso they wake up on every morning or by not biting the hand that feeds them dinner every night

Klaus Darling—Trying to run like all hell, but klaus just pulls them into whatever room has been set up for the meetup and wraps a friendly arm around them for the rest of the event

Diego’s darling—Biting at him, breaking things, all hell will break loose and he will be chuckling at his siblings as his darling tries to stab him with a fork

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Maybe I should write more in depth personal series about it??? Who would yall wanna see first??? All of them?? SEASON 4 IS STUPID AND I HATE IT >:(

[bayfuzzball7050]

A true yandere sim fan always speaks ill of yandere dev

[ceeesxy-blog]

LOOKISM'S TIMELINE (WITH EDIT DOWN BELOW)

Hello, my fellow Lookism readers! I made a Lookism timeline based on my understanding of the plot, as I struggle to go through it in my head over and over again because it gets confusing as the story goes on.

I write a fanfiction based on Lookism, and I wanted to get the timeline as accurate as possible, so if you're going to add/ correct me in some details, I'll happily accept it!

I am posting it to get help because my brain cells couldn't handle fixing the timeline based on the backstories of the characters anymore. (I haven't re-read Lookism in so long, and the backstories are jumbled. That's why it was harder to do this because fixing the timeline is messing with my head.)

Here's what I made:

(I hope you can see it clearly hahahaha)

Please tell me if there's any correction or if I forgot to add something. Thank you! o((>ω< ))o

Note:

Main Cast: Daniel, Allied, and his friends from J High are 17 years old as first-year high school students. Gun and Goo are a year older together with Samuel and Jake (16 when the 4MC is formed). James Lee is older than Gun and Goo (21-22). The first generation kings are a bit older than James (23 or above).

EDIT (250421): COLORED TEXTS ARE THE ONES CHANGED/ADDED

Hi guys! I'm here to correct a mistake I made! So I went back to Ep. 497: Cheonliang (16) and realized Jichang's fall and James attacking the Kings happened at the same time.

Also, Vin Jin might be (14-15— I'm just clarifying this because I just decisively said 15 on the first box. I just don't think he could be 15 by that time because shortly after, Jichang fought the 22-year-old Gitae Kim, who was 7 years older than Jake Kim, and that makes Jake 15 y/o when Jichang and Gitae fought. Take note that Jake Kim is a year older than Daniel and the others.)

Here's the correct events: (From: Third Box, 1st Row above)

In Ep. 496: Cheonliang (15), Gun's statement implies that James Lee has already killed Gapryong by this time (by his appearance in Cheonliang, Gapryong is already dead).

James Lee entered his training arc. (This is from the fifth box on the first row, but is moved to the fourth.)

James Lee sends Gitae Kim to overthrow Jichang Kwak as the King of Seoul while simultaneously attacking the King of Ansan, Taesoo Ma. (Attacks on KOS and KOA happened at the same time— proven in Ep. 497 where Gitae calls James to say he was finished.)

Gitae Kim goes back to Mexico, with James being the one to get him his plane tickets.

Jichang Kwak gets banished to Chungcheong Province after being dethroned from his position.

James then proceeds to go after the other 1st Generation Kings, entering a new era.

THAT'S IT FOR NOW! Sorry I noticed it too late (I just read the chapter again). I apologize for the confusion this might've caused. 😭

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

When They Get Jealous

Summary: What happens when they someone flirting with you and they get jealous? Characters: Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves & Lila Pitts, Allison Hargreeves, Klaus Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Viktor Hargreeves, Marcus Hargreeves, Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves, Fei Hargreeves, Sloane Hargreeves, Jayme Hargreeves Tw: Violence, Emotional Manipulation, Su!c!dal indications

Luther Hargreeves

Kind of insecure

He's also angry and crushes whatever he's holding in his hands

He's surprised when looking down at the crushed item

Then he becomes annoyed

He'll go to the bathroom to clean up and you'll quickly follow him

"Are you okay?"

He's surprised by your presence and the fact that you followed him

He'll then feel bad about his feelings before

You would never hurt him and he knows that, so why would he even feel that way? You've never done anything to justify that feeling

"Um... Nothing, I accidently- uh, crushed this thing- You know... Strength issues..."

You'll help him clean up/patch up and it makes Luther guilty and he momentarily forgets about the previous feeling... At least until next time

Deigo Hargreeves & Lila Pitts

What a duo

Lila definitely filled Diego's head with delusions and will convince him to do something stupid [Like kill the person flirting w/ you] while she hides the body

Lila takes it better, but inside she's more pissed than Diego

Diego is mad at you and won't talk to you. You'll have to profusely apologize and prove to him you care, otherwise he won't speak to you. Trust, he can hold a grudge

Lila, on the other hand, is very extroverted and will go over to where you are and talk to the person who was flirting with you

There's is definitely tension in the air, even though it doesn't show on her face

She's all smiles and happy, but it doesn't show in her eyes

Deigo is mad, but Lila sees it as an opportunity to manipulate you [She also wants a reason to kill somone]

You try and talk back and she'll bring up how sad it makes them when people flirt with you and she'll emotionally manipulate into feeling bad

You didn't like the person but... maybe she's right? I mean- you didn't exactly tell the person no or that you were taken, but you had asked them to stop.... Was that enough?

Allison Hargreeves

Oh, no no no nononononono

She is NOT letting that happen

The person who's flirting with you must have a death wish

She doesn't want to use her powers, but...

Well, she really has to fight the urge

She looks very sweet and kind, so she can just come into the conversation and play nice girl

She'll drag you off, talking about needing your help or something, while apologizing for taking you away [But she doesn't really mean it]

You won't even notice she's mad until you're alone

She'll accuse you of cheating or trying to leave her

You're taken by surprise, but don't even try and fight her, because she's in a very low/depressive state, so she'd be easy to push into doing something drastic

So, you'll have to wait until she feels better to confront her

Klaus Hargreeves

They already assume you don't love them, so this just fills this delusion they have

It really bums them out and they get super depressed

They get extra clingy whenever they get you alone

They're usually pretty clingy, so you don't think about it to much

Until, they start whining about the guy at the bar

They'll ask you if you like them [Flirter] more than them [Klaus]

You'll tell them no, but they don't believe you

They'll emotion manipulate you saying that you probably hate them and if you ever leave them, they'll kill themselves

Five Hargreeves

Someone flirting with you? Do they have a death wish??

Not afraid to kill a man or women. He doesn't care

The only issue is he'd never admit his jealousy. You have to confront him and at first he'll deny it, but if you keep pushing he'll get pissed and yell 'You know what- I am jealous! So what!?!'

You're surprised he admitted it, but that's the only time you're getting it

He'll deny saying it and gaslight you into thinking it never happened

He will kill them, he just needs a little time, which he has plenty of

It is bloody, gory and gruesome

No one will find the body, but he'll make sure you know the person is dead and it's all your fault

He'll make sure you never do it again because he hates this feeling and it bothers the hell out of him

Ben Hargreeves

He wasn't really having fun at the party, so when seeing someone hit on you, it just made his night worse

He's scared you'll realize that he's not good enough

He hates the icky feeling in his stomach and it only continues to grow

Though it does make the feeling subside when seeing you roll your eyes and push the person out of the way before heading towards him

It makes him giddy and smile; Like a school boy

The fact that you'd chose him over everyone else really fuels his obsession, so be warned

When you get to him, you complain about the person

"Did you see them?"

He'll pretend that he wasn't paying attention and you gasp, before sitting down and ranting about how stupid that person was

He practically has hearts in his eyes and he looks at you like you're the only person in the world, which to him you are

Viktor Hargreeves

He's annoyed, but he's not going to do anything drastic [Or at least he tries]

He wants to do something, but he doesn't really know what to do, because he's never had like a good relationship

He watches sadden from afar before wallowing in his own self pity

Though, after everything that has happened, he is a little bit more confident it just takes some working up before he can go over to you

He'll debate about it for a few though. Like he'll sit up, but quickly sit back down and do it over again until he finally gathers the courage to approach you

He'll finally approach you, thinking of what he's going to do as he approaches you, but when he finally approaches you he's still lost on what to do

He'll just act and kiss you infront of the person, which takes the flirter by surprise

The flirter will apologize and end up leaving you alone

You're surprised by Viktor's brazen behavior, but it's also kind of a turn on and he'll kiss you again before you can comment on it

Marcus Hargreeves

He doesn't get 'jealous'

That word isn't even in his dictionary

Well, that was until he saw a guy flirting with you

What is this feeling???

It's an icky feeling that he doesn't like it

He'll put an end to it quickly [Both the flirting and the feeling]

You're kind of taken aback when Marcus comes up to you and pulls you away from the conversation

He would have folded his way into the conversation, but he would have been passive aggressive

You try and ask him what's wrong, but he's quick to deflect the conversation

He'll push the feeling deep down and it'll come up when you both get into a fight

Sparrow! Ben Hargreeves

He's furious

If he wasn't busy nursing his drink, he probably would have knocked the guy out. Thankfully he's drunk and not sober

Though he can't help the thoughts in his mind... Violent thoughts

The thoughts will become a lot and he has to leave

He's mad at the person, but then he starts thinking and he suddenly becomes mad at you

How come you didn't tell them to back off????

He becomes slightly insecure but he fights that feeling and it becomes overcome with anger

He'll end up leaving without you, because he needs time to be alone and think

Though, this just makes his feelings worse. While he's drunk he's sad and depressed, but when he becomes sober, his emotions quickly turn to anger and he wants to confront you

So, when he sees you again he's anger has already been bubbling up and he blows up

You're taken aback and kind of scared because he's so mad and he's yelling and you can't even decipher what he's talking about

He needs some time to cool off, but he can't be alone, because his feelings will cool off

You'll go to another room while he cools off, so that he knows you're still around, but you're not alone together

He will eventually calm down and apologize for his behavior, but not with words, but like subtle actions, gifts, and such

Fei Hargreeves

You don't even know she's jealous, because she hides it so well

She's kind of scary looking, so no-one has approached her

She takes her jealousy pretty well and doesn't let it bother her

It just kind of rolls off her back

She's confident and knows who she is and what she wants, so she's not threatened by some nobody trying to hit on you

Though, if she sees you getting uncomfortable, she will step in

Thanks to her looks, they back off rather quickly

It's rather silly to her and she finds the whole thing stupid

She takes it the best and doesn't let it bother her

10/10 best girlfriend <3

Sloane Hargreeves

She's a sweet girl and doesn't deserve to be sad

She's a hopeless romantic, so when she sees people flirting and being cute, she instantly is like 'Awww' until she realizes it's you

Then she's mad and her mind races with multiple different scenario

What if you leave her?

Oh god, what if you don't love her anymore?

What if you click with them so well that you think they're you're soul mate and you leave he-

She shakes her head, before standing up

She fixes her hair, before putting on her brightest smile and approaching you

She's very beautiful, so they person who was hitting on you will turn and flirt with her too

She'll become annoyed, because they were just hitting on you and now they're hitting on her? Were you not good enough for them???

Who did they think they were?

Instead of being mad that they were flirting with you, she's mad they STOPPED flirting with you to flirt with her

You're incredible, so she's confused why they don't realize that

She calls them on it and you're really flattered, but you have to drag her away, so she doesn't get to carried away

Jayme Hargreeves

It's more of an annoyance

She doesn't think about it to much

She's probably the only one who WILL come up to you and interrupt your conversation in a rude way

If the flirter is rude to her she'll use her powers and pull you away from them

It all happens so fast, you don't even process it until you're back at the house

"What the hell was that???"

She doesn't even turn to you, but you do here her make a sound of confusion

Your brows frown, and you groan, "Why did you use your powers on that person"

"Why were you flirting with them?" Still she hasn't turned towards you

"I wasn't flirting with them!"

She keeps her cool, making brash accusations, which causes you to get angry and by the end of it she makes it seem like YOU are the crazy one

[chosaraki]

The threatening phone call.

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James Lee x R.femele.

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The phone vibrated on the table, and his name shone on the screen. You hesitated for a moment before answering, already feeling a chill run down your spine.

- Where are you? - James' voice sounded deep and controlled on the other side of the line, but there was something gloomy behind the calm.

- I... just went out a little. - His voice came out weaker than he wanted.

He was silent for a moment. Then, he let out a low laugh, a sound loaded with promise and warning.

- You always come out in my dreams, but that doesn't mean you can do the same in real life without telling me. - His voice became slower, each word dripping with contained danger.

You swallowed hard.

- James...

- No. Listen. - He interrupted you, and you knew that now there was no way out. - I'll get to know you properly when I get home. Every touch, every slap on your ass, every mark I'm going to leave... I want you to think about it while you wait.

His body suddenly got hot, his hands squeezing the phone harder. He knew exactly how to mess with you, how to provoke and dominate without even having to be present.

- Are you nervous? - He asked, amused.

You didn't answer. He laughed, a sound that made his heart race.

- Great. Keep it up. - Your voice got lower, more loaded. - And stay exactly where you are. When I arrive, you will understand what happens when you challenge me.

The call dropped. You stood there, with your breath held, feeling the weight of each word of his settle in your mind. And now, all that was left was to wait.

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[onmyyan]

Diego Dumas, age 24, born and raised in San Francisco, can shotgun a beer in under five seconds, has gotten into fist fights about his favorite TV shows (New girl) and he is absolutely, definitely not a werewolf. Nope. What do you mean you saw a tail? Wydm you caught him inhaling your shirt like a fiend? Wdym he likes to mark you with his weirdly long canines?? Babes you tripping fr 😩🤚🏼

Unless 👁️👄👁️

[ninjiinyii]

Open orders!

- I want to hear you say.

[princelylove]

Yanderes that self-mutilate. Yanderes that harm themselves in nonconventional ways.

Yanderes that have their own mental health problems, aside from erotomania.

More than a few- really, all of my interpretations have something wrong with them. So, are there yanderes that self harm? Of course there are, it's just not always in the traditional idea of self-harming.

Quite a few of my interpretations smoke, and drink, significantly more than they should- but I think I'm more so talking about niche self harm. Self harm most wouldn't consider to be self harm.

To get it out of the way, Leone cuts. This is the most obvious, and also my most talked about, probably. It gets boring, yeah yeah, Leone takes a pretty kitchen knife to his arm until Guido knocks on the bathroom door and asks why he's taking so long in there, been three hours dude. We gotta go to the hospital again or what?

But, probably more interestingly, Leone replays his worst moments, over, and over, and over, and over. It's not just him using Moody Blues, it's him looking at old text messages, him playing songs his darling loves, him scrolling through his darling's social media or spotify account, so on and so forth. He digs and stalks digitally to hurt himself. Look, she's so much better without him, she's so much happier with someone else.

Leone.... has a really hard time letting go. He's a physical media collector for a reason, it's both about preservation and, well, possession. As long as he can have some aspect of his darling, maintain a semblance of them, Leone can survive through the night. He'd rather he stays in his darling's life at least somewhat should there ever be a falling out, but... he can make do with the past, and instagram stories with a song on it. That massive CD collection is good for something, sometimes. So is the speaker system in the living room, it's great for playing songs obnoxiously loud, over, and over, and over, and over again.

Gwess doesn't eat enough. She has about a thousand failed diet plans written down in the papers that are under her bunk. Because she intentionally doesn't eat for many, many hours, she's often irrational and, well, irritable. Not every single person that fasts for so long gets irritable, or mean, or even cruel, but it's Gwess. Being mean is always at the forefront of her pretty little malnourished brain, she's just... usually in a better mood right after she eats. She hasn't connected the dots.

Gwess being averse to eating is usually her darling's problem. Her temper, her violent outbursts, her breaking down sobbing because her period is late despite there being no chance she's pregnant, those are all YOUR fault. What a woman.

She's the type to fast for too long, binge once she gets around any food in the middle of the night, and then purge. Which, is extremely gross to do when you're in a jail cell and the toilet is right next to somebody else's bed. You're not allowed to look at her, listen to her, comment on it, anything. Either pretend you're not there to witness it or hold her hair back.

Purposely sexualizing yourself is something that, really, all three of my pseudo-brando interpretations do to gain power. DIO, Giorno, and Diego all use their sexuality to use people- but do they enjoy it? Depends on the Brando.

Diego hates himself for relying on the fact that he's handsome. Marrying a rich older woman for money? Fine, fine. There's no touching there. People looking at him like they actually have a chance, it disgusts him. He hates when he has to smile, and play nice, and humor some pigeon trying to touch his arm or- God forbid- his face. To be entirely honest, it keeps him up at night. Of course he's going to use the fact that he's handsome to win over his darling, but something in the back of his head tells him his behavior is attention seeking and below him. Something that sounds like his sense of pride. ... And his mother.

Giorno is.... quite afraid of other people, really. Constantly thinking everyone is going to harm you, and using your body for some control- it's damaging to your psyche. Giorno does not trust others, yet he flirts and teases and leads extremely dangerous people on. Why? Well, it's a control thing, but it's also another route victims of sexual abuse take to cope. Does it always feel good? Not really. Does it keep happening? Well, I'm writing about it.

I think DIO gets bored with sex very easily. He doesn't really fit into the self harm category for this one, but... he's also been "known" to purposely leave things vague for a reason or two. If his darling wants sex, certainly, but it's not really his main point of relationship satisfaction.

[thornybubbles]

JJBA Yandere Scenario: Jealousy (The Jo-Foes) Diego (with Outlaw Reader)

**Note: Been a while I know. I’m not sure I have a great grasp on Diego’s character here, but I tried. If this seems rushed and jumbled I’m sorry. This particular story was cobbled together from two different ideas and it might seem a little weird. Sorry this took so long to get out, too. I’ve been occupied with other things lately. I also didn’t do much in the way of proofreading this, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mishaps. I’ll fix any that I find later. I just wanted to get this one out there as I was overdue for another fic. The next chapter of “Kinder Than Love” will be out soon for those of you that follow that story. **

Diego wasn’t too proud to admit to himself that he adored you. He should be angry at allowing himself to catch feelings when he had more important things to worry about. He had hired you in secret to keep tabs on Valentine and make sure that the underhanded politician kept his side of their bargain and didn’t do anything shady behind his back. He didn’t trust that frilly fop any more than he was willing to let Johnny Joestar win the race. Naturally, he couldn’t take part in the race while also keeping an eye on Valentine. You were also meant to spy on Joestar and Gyro and let him know what they were up to. Having you around had already made his life much easier... and a lot more fun.

Diego hired you due to your strange ability to hide in plain sight. You had no Stand that he was aware of, but you had an uncanny, almost supernatural ability to blend  into your surroundings in such a way that you could be standing right beside someone and they would never notice that you were there. Diego thought that you would make a wonderful assassin. Unfortunately you had no interest in such things. It was a shame. There were quite a few people on Diego’s “to be eliminated” list. Ah well. It was far better to handle one’s enemies on one’s own terms anyway. 

Diego admired your survivalist spirit. You were practically one with nature and exemplified the notion of “kill or be killed”. But you were willing to take a life only if it was absolutely necessary. It was the one flaw Diego saw in your otherwise perfect design. There were other little things that you did that drew him to you but the main thing about you that he loved was… a little bit twisted. 

He loved the fact that he had you trapped. You didn’t know it yet, but he had you in a deceitful snare that you would never, ever be able to escape from. You would not know the nature of that snare until many months into the race, when an unforeseen change in the weather and damage to the area due to the resulting storms caused the race to be postponed for a few days. 

It was then that you met the strange, but sweet soul who you came to know as Mr. Le Mans. While you prided yourself on your ability to be unnoticeable even in a crowd, Le Mans noticed you when no one else did. Every time he stepped into the saloon where you were having your meals, his eyes would zero in on you. He would come over to your little corner where you hid to have your meals, and the two of you would talk. 

At first it made you very uncomfortable. Diego had made it expressly clear that he didn’t want you talking to anyone. You were supposed to remain as a living shadow, moving through the crowds, blending in, and never doing anything to call attention to yourself. Not only that, but due to certain unpleasantness from your past, you couldn’t afford to have anyone get too close to you. You tried to get away from him a few times but, you found yourself beginning to crave the attention he gave you. 

It had been ages since anyone had a real conversation with you (that didn’t involve something shady). You found that you rather enjoyed talking about mundane things like the weather, food, and local landmarks. After years of living on the outskirts of society, never allowing yourself to mingle with others, and becoming something like a living ghost while surrounded by people, it felt nice to have someone do something as simple as notice that you were there. 

You didn’t realize how lonely you were until Le Mans entered your life. You’d only known him for a few days and already you were beginning to feel attached to him somehow. Diego was less than pleased. He walked into the saloon one day, spotted you and Le Mans sitting and chatting together, and gave you such a scathing look that you felt as if you'd actually been slapped. That night, he found you at your usual camping spot outside of town, and verbally ripped into you. 

“What the hell are you thinking?!” he hissed. “You’re supposed to be laying low, not getting chummy with the locals! If anyone realizes that you’re working with me, it could put all of my plans in jeopardy! You stay the hell away from the dandy or you’ll find yourself out of a job!” 

That’s what led to you meeting Le Mans in secret. What Diego didn’t know wouldn’t hurt you. Unfortunately for you, Diego did know. He knew all about you and Le Mans and your secret rendezvous. He also knew about how Le Mans pressed an adoring kiss to your lips at the end of each of your meetings. The thought of someone else kissing you caused him to go absolutely feral. The image of Le Mans’ filthy mouth tainting your precious lips played over and over again in his mind until his vision blurred and he could feel his teeth lengthening inside of his mouth. Even as he lurched into the wilderness, hunched over like a beast on the hunt, he couldn’t erase the image of your flustered face from his mind. 

They found what was left of Le Mans a day later. A bear got to him, so they said. You were stunned. Just as soon as you found the slightest spark of joy, life came along and snuffed it out completely. It was karma, you supposed. You didn’t deserve any joy really. Not after the things you’d done. Though, Le Mans didn’t deserve to die in such a way; partially eaten by some wild animal…. What a horrible way to go. You spent the next few days sobbing in your dark corner of the saloon. No one came to comfort you. No one even looked your way. It was like nothing changed. People passed you by as if you weren’t even there. You’d gone back to being unnoticed and overlooked. It didn’t bring you the feeling of safety that it used to. Now, you just felt miserable and more lonely than you ever thought possible.

The damage from the storms had finally been cleared and the Steel Ball Run race was no longer being delayed. Diego would be leaving the little town along with the other racers, and you would be expected to follow after him. And so you did. Your half blind mule was nowhere near as fast and agile as some of the race horses, but he made up for it with his ability to sniff out shortcuts through rougher terrain and his sure-footedness. If anyone spotted you they would assume that you were just some wandering vagrant and nothing more. They wouldn’t suspect you to be a spy or have anything to do with the Steel Ball Run race. They wouldn’t even bother to approach you, much less think to question you. 

It had been at least three days since you’d been back on the trail. Your mule managed to find a nice spot that overlooked the Joestar group’s camp and was situated in a way that prevented them from seeing your own campfire. From your vantage point, you could use your binoculars to watch what they were doing. While you were too far away to hear them, you could read their lips. So far Joestar was being sarcastic and the Zeppelli fellow was making jokes about his steel balls. So nothing special. You sighed, lowered your binoculars, and leaned back against a rock. You looked up into the starry sky and thought about Le Mans for the hundredth time that day. You’d been thinking about him alot lately. You’d only known him briefly, but got so attached to him in that short amount of time. You sighed again, closed your eyes for a moment, and did your best to choke back the tears. You wouldn’t cry again. It took so much out of you when you did. You missed Le Mans. You missed him very badly. You glanced back down at the Joestar group only to see that they had gone to sleep for the night. You may as well do the same. 

The sound of your campfire being stirred startled you. You turned to look to your right only to get startled again to see that Diego was sitting next to you, poking your fire with a stick. 

“M-Mr. Brando!!” You cried and he chuckled at your shocked expression. 

“Some spy you are.” he teased. “You let me sneak right up on you. Not only that, but you were letting your fire go out. You must be awfully distracted tonight if you’re that unaware of your surroundings.” 

He snapped the stick he was using to poke the fire in half and tossed it into the flames. Then he turned to you with a smirk. 

“Tell me what it is that has you so preoccupied.” he said, leaning towards you. 

You scooted back from him, feeling very uncomfortable. You didn’t know what it was but Diego’s presence had you on edge. He often visited your camp to hear what you had to say about either Valentine or Johnny Joestar, so it wasn’t as if his arrival was unusual… but something about him felt different tonight. He always seemed to have an air of danger around him, but tonight that air of danger felt downright deadly. You looked away from him, not willing to spill your personal thoughts to him. 

“I don’t have any information for you, tonight.” you said, attempting to change the subject. “Joestar and Zeppelli haven’t done anything out of the ordinary lately…” 

Diego interrupted you. 

“I didn’t come here to talk business. Not tonight.” he said. 

He moved around you so that he was once again in your line of vision. He was smiling in a way that made your stomach knot up. 

“W-what did you c-come to talk about then?” you asked, dreading the answer. 

“About us,” he answered. “About you and me…” 

You looked up at him in confusion. 

“About us? What about us?” You asked. 

“First let’s talk about you. I bet I can guess as to what you were thinking about before I snuck up on you…” 

And he was back on that topic again. You took a deep breath and tried to calm yourself. 

“I don’t really want to talk about that.” you said. 

He ignored you completely. 

“You were thinking about that dandy boy again, weren’t you. What was his name again? Leemen? Layman?” 

“Le Mans,” you corrected. “Please, I really don’t want to talk about…” 

He cut you off again. 

“I know it must be hard losing someone like that. Especially, when you seemed so fond of him…” 

Your irritation flared and you stomped your booted foot on the ground. 

“Mr. Brando! I said I didn’t want to talk about it!” you shouted. 

“Shhhhhh,” he shushed you and suddenly he was holding your hands in his gloved ones, gently rubbing his thumbs against your knuckles. 

The action startled you and your anger was forgotten. His eyes had taken on a soft look that caught you off guard and shocked you into silence. Never since you’d known him had Diego Brando appeared soft or comforting in any way. He was either cold and calculating or a beacon of hate and rage. This was a side of him you’d never guessed existed. You made a slight attempt at pulling your hands out of his, but he used the opportunity to pull you closer to him. You found himself staring into his eyes for a moment. Finding the situation far too intimate, you turned away from him, staring at the ground instead. 

“Listen to me,” he began. “I understand. I do.” 

You looked back up at him. 

“Understand?” you questioned. 

He offered you a gentle smile.

“Yes. I understand what it means to lose someone, believe me.” he said and his eyes grew distant for a moment. 

“It’s not easy is it?” he said. 

“Mr. Brando… what are you getting at?” you asked. 

“You’re lonely, that’s what I’m getting at.” he said. 

You pulled yourself out of his grasp feeling that the situation was becoming a bit too intimate for your tastes. 

“Come now, don’t be that way.” he said with a light chuckle. 

He moved closer to you and you shied a little further away from him. 

“Fine, be the shrinking violet if you want, but hear me out.” he said, growing slightly annoyed with your standoffishness. 

“I know it’s been hard for you and I can’t imagine how it feels to have to skirt around on the outside of civilization unable to connect with anyone. You must feel like some kind of outcast. I can’t imagine how lonely it gets…” 

He took a single step closer to you and you froze. You understood now. You knew exactly what he was trying to say. In the time that you’d been working for him, Diego had become more and more “friendly” with you. Then came the complements, the gifts of supplies and equipment… it was Diego that bought you the binoculars that you’d been using. At the time you thought he was just giving you a means to better do your job, but when you thought back to some of his other behaviors, (how close he sat to you when he came to hear your reports, the pet names and out-of-nowhere complements, and the nasty looks he gave you when he saw you with Le Mans) you realized that there was far more to it than that. 

Diego was crushing on you. Very badly.

He suddenly had his arms around you and was pressing you into his chest. Panic rose into your chest and you tried to push away, but he tightened his hold on you. 

“If you stay by my side, you’ll never have to be lonely again.” he whispered into your ear. 

You managed to rip yourself out of his arms. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Brando,” you said, straightening yourself out and trying to quell the panic that was swelling up in your heart. “I just don’t have those kinds of feelings for you.” 

Diego's reaction was not what you expected. 

He stared at you with a blank expression for a moment before his lips stretched into a wicked grin. Then he laughed. He laughed and laughed until you started to become even more uncomfortable than you already were. After a few minutes of this, you couldn’t take it anymore. 

“What’s so funny?!” you demanded.  

Diego managed to reign in his laughter long enough to answer you.

“It’s funny…” he started, wiping tears from his eyes. “It’s funny because you think you actually have the right to refuse me.” 

You raised your eyebrows, stunned at the audacity of the statement. 

“Excuse me?” you said with disgust in your voice. Your panic was very quickly turning into anger. “Did you just say that I don’t have the right to refuse you?” 

Diego merely grinned at you. 

“I most certainly do have the right to refuse you! What makes you think YOU have the right to tell ME who I can and can’t refuse?” 

Diego’s grin seemed to stretch to the far reaches of his face for a split second and there was a flash of something utterly inhuman in his eyes. It shocked you right out of your tantrum. Your anger dissipated and slowly went back to panic. When Diego spoke again, your panic turned into pure horror. 

“No, you don’t have the right to refuse me, sweetheart.” he said in a mockingly soft tone. “You can’t refuse me, because if you do, a certain event from your past is going to make national news.” 

Event from your past? He couldn’t mean… Oh no. 

“Go on,” he said with a chuckle. “Ask me what I’m talking about.” 

No, no, he couldn’t be talking about that, you tried to reassure yourself. I’ll play dumb. I’m not going to let him know he’s affecting me…

“What ARE you talking about?” you asked, trying to keep your voice from shaking. 

“Oh nothing much.” he said. “Just a little bank robbery that happened a few years back… a bank robbery that you were involved in… a bank robbery that cost a little boy his life. Ring any bells?” 

No.

NO!

He knew! 

He KNEW!!!

Eight years ago, before you got involved with Diego, you had been a part of a gang of criminals that terrorized the state. You left them after an incident that made you question everything that you’d done up to that point. It was just supposed to be a bank heist. You were supposed to go into the bank, wave some guns around, demand the money, and leave. You hadn’t expected the sheriff and a posse of deputized locals to show up and try to stop you. There had been a shootout in the streets. A child ran into the crossfire in a panic, trying to get to his mother. He was killed. Shot in the head… by you. You killed that child right in front of his mother. You panicked and fled, leaving your allies behind to fend for themselves. You didn’t escape unscathed, however. A bullet grazed the side of your face, mutilating your ear in a way that would instantly give you away if anyone saw the wound. It was the reason you always wore your hair down. It covered your mangled ear and prevented anyone from relating you to the robbery. 

At least you had hoped that it would. 

Stubbornly, you continued to play dumb. 

“I’m not sure what you could be referring to.” You said. “Though if I was involved in such a thing, you have no proof of it.” 

Diego cocked his head to the side in a playful manner. 

“Oh don’t I?” he said. 

Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest and your body felt like someone had just doused you in ice water. 

“I remember reading about it in the paper. The sheriff said that only one of the robbers got away. But not before he shot them in the ear…”

Your blood ran cold. 

He reached out, pulling your hair away from your right ear. You were frozen to the spot. You could only look up at him with wide eyes as you began to tremble like a scared mouse. He examined what was left of your ear, making note of the scar across your head and your missing helix and antihelix. 

“Hmm.” he mused. “Not much left of it, is there? You poor thing. That had to hurt like hell…” 

His gloved fingers traced your scar. You shuddered and jerked away from him. You pulled your hair back over your injured ear and stared at him in horror. 

He snickered at your reaction.

“Pretty damning evidence, I’d say.” he said in a casual manner, while affixing you with a glare. 

“T-the kid got in the way!” you stammered. “It was an accident! I never meant to kill him!” 

“Do you think the law cares about that? In their eyes, you’re just a lowly child-killing criminal. You don’t deserve any sympathy. Just a trip to the gallows.” Diego said with a scoff. 

You were going to be sick. 

“I have a lot of connections, love. One word from me and you’ll be in a noose faster than you can blink. So, no, you don’t have the right to refuse me, dearest.” 

You shrank in on yourself, clutching the sides of your head and squatting down on the ground. Your eyes were wide and unfocused, staring at the ground, unable to see anything but the visions of encroaching doom floating around in your head. 

Diego grabbed you by your arms and pulled you to your feet. He wasn’t even going to allow you a moment to have a mental collapse. You found yourself, once again, forced to look at his smiling face. There was something different about him now though. His features seemed sharper, longer somehow and his eyes had taken on a strange yellowish color. You had to be seeing things. The shock of having your darkest secrets revealed must be messing with your head more than you thought. 

“Did you think that you could just run away from what you’d done and pretend that it didn’t happen? Did you think that the blood washed off of your hands over the years? No! Once a killer always a killer! You didn’t stop with the child, did you? You have quite a gallery of victims, don’t you?” 

Diego licked his lips and you felt like he was savoring your guilt and terror. 

“I had no choice!” You protested. “They got too close! They were going to find out who I was and what I did! I had to defend myself!!” 

Diego snickered sadistically. 

“Defend yourself against what? Your rightful punishment?” he mocked. 

Tears were streaming down your face now and you felt your knees go weak. The only thing keeping you upright was Diego’s hold on you. 

“How do you know these things?” you demanded. 

Diego shook his head. 

“I have my ways. Not that it matters…” he said with a sneer. 

“Why then? Why are you doing this to me?” 

“Because I own you.” Diego said with a hungry smirk. “I owned you from the moment you started doing my dirty work.” 

You looked up with him in horror. Just how long had he… felt this way about you? Was this his plan from the very beginning? Did he already know about your past in advance and mean to use it against you before you’d even met him?

You supposed that none of those answers really mattered. 

In the end this was probably what people called “karma”. 

You ran from your life of crime years ago hoping to put all of that nasty business behind you and start anew, but it wasn’t that easy. People came looking for you: lawmen, bounty hunters, people who were too nosey for their own good. Your life became one of paranoia and unrest. People were dead because of the decisions you made. A child was dead because of you. A mother was heartbroken because you took her child from her in an act of carelessness. If you had never decided to join up with that group of bandits all for the sake of relieving boredom and money woes, none of it would’ve happened. And you wouldn’t be here at the mercy of a one Diego Brando. 

You reap what you sow…

“Dry those tears,” he said. “It’s rather insulting that you act that way after I ask you to be mine. Really, you act as if being with me is a punishment or something.” 

He chuckled darkly and shoved you away from him. 

“I’ve got to head back to my own camp or Hot Pants will start wondering what I’m up to.” he said as he started to walk away. “We’ll talk about this another time. I wouldn’t try to run off if I were you. Sweet dreams, love.” 

He disappeared into the darkness, laughing lowly at your plight. 

You sat there on your knees wanting to scream in despair and frustration. You should never have gotten involved with a man like Diego. Even after you swore off involving yourself with crime or shady dealings, you still found yourself lured to men like him. Either they came to you or you stupidly sought them out for one reason or another. And now you were stuck being the unwilling romantic companion to a madman. 

You suddenly found yourself thinking of Le Mans again. 

You weren’t sure, but you had a sickening feeling that Diego was involved with his death somehow. You couldn’t forget the look he gave you when he saw you with Le Mans in the saloon. What you knew of Diego said that he was absolutely the type to kill a man out of jealousy. Still people said that Le Mans had died to an animal attack. No human could rip a man apart like that… could they?

Whatever the case, you couldn’t stay with Diego. You had only agreed to work for him until the Steel Ball Run race was over. You never agreed to being his lover. The idea made your skin crawl. Surely there was a way to escape him? If you ran now, it wouldn’t matter who he told about your crimes. You’d be long gone by the time anyone came for you. That was it! You would leave right now! 

You got up to begin packing up your things when your left arm started stinging horribly. You gasped in pain and looked at your arm to see that your sleeve was ripped and bloodstained. How on earth had that happened? You pushed the fabric of your sleeve aside to see that there was a bloody gash there. Did Diego do that when he grabbed you? Did he have a knife in his hand at the time? You vaguely remember feeling his fingernails jabbing into you, even through his gloves, as he grabbed you, but surely they weren’t as long and sharp enough to cause a cut like that! And how could he have cut you through his gloves? The wound didn’t seem too deep but it was bleeding a lot. You would have to treat it before you made a run for it. You wouldn’t be able to escape if you bled out beforehand. 

Pain abruptly shot through your arm. It seemed to spread from your wound to the rest of your body. You grasped your bloody arm, panting in agony for a moment. After a few minutes, the pain faded. If you didn’t know better, your thoughts of escape were somehow linked to the pain in your arm. But that’s ridiculous. You examined your wound again. It looked… strange. The skin around it was red and swollen, hinting an oncoming infection if not treated. But it also looked cracked and kind of scaly. Odd. Gangrene? No. You’d seen gangrene before. It was ugly, but it didn’t look like that. You really needed to patch that wound before it got worse. Then you could pack your things and…

Another jolt of pain surged through your arm and your mind went fuzzy. 

You were vaguely aware of your mule, who was tied nearby, snorting and pawing nervously at the ground. 

The pain only lasted a few seconds this time. Your brain still felt like it was in a haze though. You were probably just tired. You couldn’t focus on much except your arm… and thoughts of Diego…

You wanted to fix your arm and… there was something else you wanted to do but you couldn’t remember. 

Was it… escape? 

Escape from what? 

Diego told you not to run off. So you wouldn’t. 

You looked down at your arm again. It really looked strange now. Far too scaly, but you weren’t too worried about it. Your tongue lolled out of your oddly lengthed mouth and you gave the cut a few licks. Once the blood was cleaned off you looked at the wound. It seemed to have stopped bleeding. You would put some antiseptic on it later. At the moment you needed sleep. You flopped over into the dirt, not even bothering to crawl into your sleeping bag. 

Your poor mule didn’t get much sleep that night. He spent the better part of the night keeping a wary eye on the beast that used to be his master, just in case it decided to wake up and devour him. 

You dreamed of Diego and nothing else. 

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[gghostcatt]

a bunch of doodles <33

[get-rammed]

Hi I was the one who sent the NSFW bot to my friend who your follower

And I have some questions

Can you tell me more about Kaiju Monty with the reader. Like how they meet and how protective he is with his handler reader.

And more about your new Monty.

And from the post why does Diego want Gregory?

From yandere Monty smip Aron

Tbh kaiju Monty was just born out of an art duel in the Monty simp discord server lmao. So he has no real story outside of "Ey lmao reader runs into giant injured kaiju Monty who's too tired to attack them and they just befriend one another-"

Just become the human liaison between the big monster and other people

-

As for why Diego wants Gregory. He realizes very quickly Gregory is incredibly intelligent, and Diego needs help building his battery. Gregory is just a child, but with the right environment, Diego could have a funky little guy to help him out. Diego has a spicy hatred of humans, but he also knows he needs help

Diego does admit he needs help because while his hands are delicate and precise, his hands are very large. Intelligent folks get abducted for him to use to help him develop something

[corner-in-corner]

Reflected in you

desc: James Lee wishes he could take Jinrang’s place

obsessive!(yandere) James Lee x reader, implied established Jinrang x reader

kinda second part

As a rule, James Lee feels nothing for the first generation. To him, they are just sacrificial lambs, stepping stones on his path, tedious tasks to be crossed off his to-do list. Diego Kang’s rule is simple: the first generation are complete strangers—insignificant, disposable, and irrelevant.

And yet, there is an exception.

The one that proves the rule.

The strongest champion of arena.

The King of Busan.

The man adored by all.

Jinrang.

The man adored by you.

Oh, how he hates him. How he hates that expressionless face—so impassive, so unreadable—until it turns to you and softens. How he hates the quiet, unwavering protectiveness, the way he shields you from the world as something sacred.

How he hates the way you let him.

Your bright smile, so full of warmth, offered freely whenever Jinrang holds you. Your laughter, twisting inside his chest, ringing in his ears long after it’s gone. The lips that press against his, as if the rest of the world no longer exists. But he still exists.

That should have been him.

He should have been the owner of your smiles, the one to pull laughter from your lips. He should have been the one holding your hand, tracing slow circles over your skin, pressing his lips to your palms on moonlit nights. He should have been the one watching candlelight dance over your face, admiring the way the flickering glow traced the delicate contours of your face.

But he was not.

He stands before the mirror, his gaze dark and unreadable. Every detail—the sharp cut of his suit, the inky black of his new hair color, the cold, unreadable stare—reminds him of that man. His gaze fell upon the gold signet ring.

It’s almost perfect.

The Allied are heading to Busan.

Soon it becomes perfect.

He wonders… if he looks enough like Jinrang, will you smile at him the same way?

If he moves like him, speaks like him, breathes like him, fights like him—will you let him take his place?

Will you love him the way you love him?

Endnote: dear lord, I’m so ashamed of myself 😖

Nah, I’m Jinrang simp, but thanks to this frame, the idea of love triangle James x reader x Jinrang is not leaving me

[yanderetheumbrellaacademy]

Okay but jealous yandere diego.... 😋🤭

Oh? He's always been one of my favs lol

You'll love my recent post lol

He wants to burn these feelings

He's not a very calm person to begin with, so these feelings just make him jump even further into his aggression

Starts imaging all the ways he could kill the guy

Wants to cut them up with his dozens of daggers while they scream in pain

He doesn't feel as jealous if it's one of his siblings [Unless it's (Pre-transition) Viktor or Luther in s1, because he hates both of them. But as time goes on, he comes to see them as some of his closest family :)]

If it's Klaus that you're talking to, he's more annoyed, because while he loves Klaus, Klaus is a terrible influence for someone like you

Believe it or not, he doesn't like being jealous

His whole life he always felt like he was never good enough, so if you're flirting with someone else, it just beings back those feelings of being a disappointment and neglect

He's mad at the person, but he's also mad at you, because there's a part of him that feels like it's your fault [It's not]

He knows that it's not your fault, but he can't help that voice in the back of his head. The one he's had since he was a child that's been telling him he's not good enough

Although, if you make him feel like he's good enough, the jealous feeling will diminish rather quickly

He just needs a little love

[chosaraki]

The Bloody Word Game.

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James Lee x R.femele ( wife )

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In a silent apartment, where the low lights highlighted the shadow of each movement, James Lee and his girlfriend found themselves in a rare moment of intimacy - and also of provocations. Sitting face to face, between enigmatic smiles and defiant looks, the tension mixed with complicity.

- James, tell me something - she began, with her voice loaded with a mixture of play and seriousness -, if one day I became your enemy, if I turned against you and lost... which part of my body would you take as a trophy?

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. James, with his cold and calculating expression, looked deeply into her eyes as he calls her a flickering candle between them. His voice, calm and cutting, broke the silence.

- My dear, if such a betrayal occurred, I would take your tongue.

She arched an eyebrow, an audacious smile emerging as she tried to decipher every word of him.

- tongue? Why?

Without looking away, he replied, with a coldness that contrasted with the lightness of the environment:

- Because your language is the source of words that, if they never betrayed me, would never need to be silenced. By taking it off, I would be sealing the end of lies and betrayal - turning each sigh into a permanent reminder of the price of disloyalty.

The room was filled with a loaded silence, mixing the strangeness of the hypothesis with an almost morbid attraction. She laughed softly, defiantly, as if this answer was part of a wicked game that both knew how to play.

- So, if I challenge you now, James, and lose... will I be speechless forever?

He tilted his head in an almost imperceptible gesture, his eyes shining with an intensity that mixed affection and something that bordered on the inhuman.

- If that happens, my victory will be complete - he replied, leaving in the air the dark promise of a punishment as peculiar as betrayed trust.

At that moment, the conversation turned into a delicate duel of words and intentions, where love and threat intertwined. Between smiles and sighs, both knew that, no matter how extreme the hypothesis was, what mattered was the certainty that, even in the most macabre games, there was an unbreakable bond between them.

And so, in the tenumbra of that moment, the touch of danger mixed with intimacy, making it clear that, for James Lee, loyalty and betrayal were subjects of irreversible consequences - where every word counted, and every silence could be the harbinger of a final punishment.

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James Lee, in Lookism, is known for his cold and ruthless personality, and his peculiar collection of members of enemy bodies that he defeated is a reflection of his psychopathic nature and his obsession with control and power. He collects parts of the enemies' bodies as a way to score their victories and demonstrate that he has absolute control over them, as if each piece were a trophy person.

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[yandereunsolved]

"Don't Stop Me Now" — Five situations where yandere Five loses it

cw(s): yandere themes, non-descriptive self harm, mention of suicide and domestic violence

1 — someone ✗ something is trying to harm you

Pretty straightforward. 

This is the numero uno that comes along with every yandere.  

Five grew up with an abusive, emotionally absent father figure. He was pushed to be the best, the most successful of his siblings, just for an ounce of affection. He was isolated for so many years with nothing more than a department store doll. He has had to put away whatever loose morals he had to slave away in The Comission.

Then you come along and brighten up his life. No, you do more than that. You perfect it. 

Then someone comes and tries to strip that away from him?

It's safe to say you've only seen that crazed look in his eyes when you're in danger. He doesn't care about whatever mission, the greater good, or whatever the fuck when you may end up being killed. He's swift and merciless, just as he was taught. 

After he makes sure you are okay, he'll hold you to his chest for what feels like forever. He just needs to become secure again in the fact you are alive. You are here with him right now. It helps ground him so he doesn't end up going about on a killing spree. 

Yes. That has happened one too many times. 

Klaus now knows not to joke about random people flirting with you. Their spirits won't stop harassing him. In his defense, how was he supposed to know Five would just go out and slowly torture them before letting them waste away into death? Klaus didn't think Five was that unhinged. He knows better now.

2 — you harm yourself (in any way)

He keeps an observant eye on you, so it would be a miracle if you managed to accomplish anything along those lines. 

Two words. no. more. 

He has the internal breakdown. He's just standing there and staring at you. There are tears in his eyes. He wants to yell, to freak out, but his voice cracks far too much when he tries to reprimand you. 

No. Just no. 

That's the only word that encapsulates how he feels. 

He is not going to allow you to hold any sharp objects. He makes sure you have no contact with Diego. Five is paranoid and suspects that Diego had something to do with this. Somehow. 

You are more strictly monitored. 

He has an entire list of mental and physical health questions he asks you each morning. If you tell him to leave you alone or that you are tired, there's about a seventy percent chance that he'll go off. It would definitely be in a Five way. 

He'd be teleporting around you and sputtering out statistics and caring yet demeaning words. 

3 — keeping him out of the loop

Five is meticulous. 

When you keep him out of the loop—which could mean not saying good morning to him or hiding a romantic relationship—he feels so powerless again. He needs to know what is going on with you so he can protect you if need be. 

Don't even try to argue with him. 

He's older than you, so he knows best. 

He has so much more experience at anything and everything. He can solve all of your problems if you just let him in. 

Does that mean he will do the same in return? No. 

There's no reason for you to know what he is doing at any point of the day. You don't need to worry your pretty little head about it. Aka, he's doing things that are morally gray at best and human rights violations at... that's still one of the better cases. 

Just tell him. Or he'll force it out of you.

4 — things being out of his control

This ties in with every other scenario. 

He needs to be in control.

Everything has to be perfect. 

If one thing goes wrong, then you may slip through his fingers. 

That isn't allowed to happen. It can't. 

It eats away at him at night to think something could happen that he can't control. 

The apocalypse happened, and he had to spend decades just accepting that fact. Until there was a chance he could change it. 

Now he has to. He has to change, sort, and neatly put away everything. No speck of dust is out of place. If it is, then he'll end up pushing himself into fixing it, to the point of exhaustion or death—whichever comes first.

5 — escaping successfully

The only time there is a plausible chance he will resort to physical violence. 

Why, why, why, why, why, why!?

How could he be so idiotic? How did you do it? Who helped you? 

Whoever helped you is going to die if they haven't already killed themselves because they know Five is going to be coming after them. 

He will act nonchalant, like he is in control, when he finally finds you once again. He'll tease, poke, and prod at your fear, like a ringmaster taming their lion. A part of this act is the truth. He has you back, and now everything can go back to how it was. The other part of him is still devastated and wants to curl up in your lap and just be safe there.

Yandere Five: fragile—handle with care.  

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