toji fushiguro [âŻď¸] - Himo Romance
synopsis: toji fushiguro takes you on a romantic date to the most fanciest place on earth.
genre: hella crack, angst(?), fluff(?)
word count: 4.9k
warnings: cursing, if you care
The scent of incense lingered in the air, mingling with the warmth of the setting sun as you waited in your small Tokyo apartment. It was a modest space, cluttered with polaroid pics and random shit from either thrift stores or shady internet dealers. Why spend $90 on an air fryer when NutCrusher2378 will sell you one for the low, low price of one feet pic?
Inhale. Exhale.
You once read an article that stated that meditation can decrease stress, pressure, and homicidal tendencies within a person. You glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time, your patience waning as the minutes ticked by. Clearly, fifteen Blood Dragon Mango Orange and sitting in silence for 30 minutes wasnât doing much for the overbearing burden that is your life. Now, why would a well-balanced person with their own apartment, car, and a source of income need to destress. Despite what your parents tell you every text, call, and holiday you were actually doing very good for yourself. So, why do you have the urge to burn down your apartment building and start smashing every building within a 25 mile radius?
One man.
One incredulous hot as fuck piece of shit man.
Toji Fushiguro, the enigmatic man who had become an unpredictable fixture in your life. You are currently dating a sorcerer that canât even afford getting a Twix from a vending machine. To be honest, you wouldnât even really call what you two have a ârelationshipâ. Your so-called relationship was nothing more than a precarious balance of convenience, a twisted dance of give and take where you supplied the resources and he⌠well, he took. The more appropriate name for this would be a âsituationshipâ. You cringe any time you or your friends bring up your relationship with him. Like a gross, oozing pimple on prom night, you just want to cover it up and pretend it doesnât exist. Except the gross, oozing pimple is a 6â1, 190 lbs., lazy, overconfident, sex machine that kills and bums money from everyone just to bet it on a horse named âLucky McCockâ because âwith a name like that, he fucks the competitionâ.
The sound of keys jingling outside your door broke the concentrated silence, and you inadvertently flinched and felt your heart sink as Tojiâs unmistakable footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without so much as a warning, he barged into your apartment, his devil-may-care grin lighting up his face. Why in the name of Kwon Ji-yong did you ever think giving him a key would be a good idea?!
âHey there, sweetheart,â he greeted casually, tossing his dirty musty jacket that you bought for him onto the couch. âMiss me?â
You rolled your eyes, the familiar blend of annoyance and resignation settling over you like a thick, suffocating fog. âYou were only gone for three weeks this time. Hardly long enough to miss you.â
Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze wandering around the room before landing on the half-empty bag of potato chips on your coffee table. âHungry,â he declared, making a beeline for the kitchen without waiting for your response.
You sighed inwardly, resigning yourself to yet another evening of Tojiâs impromptu visits. As he raided your fridge with the same energy as an ungrateful college student that drops off his laundry and eats your food, you couldnât help but wonder why you continued to tolerate his antics. Perhaps itâs his gorgeous face that even when nothing but bullshit and snarky remarks come out of it makes you want to sit on it. Or itâs his amazing daddy body that can go round after round with you, but canât be bothered to move two feet to pick up the remote. Or maybe you have an undiscovered broke as fuck boyfriend kink that makes you dummy stupid.
âWhy does it smell like a bunch of temple bastards took a shit in your living room?â
Or maybe, just maybe, you died long ago and this is your eternal hell.
*****
The weeks passed in a blur of half-hearted promises and fleeting moments of intimacy. Tojiâs presence in your life remained as unpredictable as ever, his disappearances becoming a twisted routine that you had grown all too accustomed to.
âAre we even dating?â
A thought suddenly popped into your head. You felt as if your stomach had hit the brakes hard after going over 90 on the interstate. What was really the point of this relationship? Well, itâs not like you both donât get anything out of it. You both get amazing, mind-blowing sex and he gets a place to crash, food to eat, and money to spend on whatever dumb shit he likes.
âŚ
You know, after laying it down like that, thereâs obviously a clear winner that benefits from this in the long run.
However, just when you thought you had reached your breaking point, Toji dropped a bombshell that caught you completely off guard.
âIâm taking you out,â he announced one evening, his expression unusually earnest as he met your gaze. âA fancy date, with all that romantic shit you always bitch about.â
You quirked your eyebrow skeptically, crossing your arms over your chest. âThe words âfancyâ and âromanticâ donât fit your vocabulary. Your idea of fancy is wearing a button up shirt and your idea of romance is wearing a condom and buying flavored lube.â You sighed as he laughed obnoxiously. âWhat fancy place do you even know? Arenât you, like, banned from almost every restaurant, cafĂŠ, dive bar, and soup kitchen within 50 miles of here?â
Toji grinned mischievously, a spark of excitement hinting in his eyes. âItâs a surprise,â he teased, his lips curling into a smirk. âBut trust me, youâre gonna love it.â
You honestly doubt that. You know better than to get your hopes high when it comes to Tojiâs promises. He either doesnât deliver or doesnât show up. Either way, you end up looking like a dumb bitch at the end of the day in your friendâs group chat. Yet, for some unknown reason, you found yourself getting excited.
*****
âWhy do I have to be blindfolded for this?â you groaned as Toji guided you throughout the crowded sidewalk. The city buzzed with life around you, its neon lights casting an otherworldly glow as you navigate your way through the labyrinth of alleyways and side streets. You felt the slight breeze of people walking past you and felt the questioning gazes burn into you.
âWouldnât be a surprise if you could see where we were going, would it?â he whispered into your ear. âWeâre almost there anywayâŚâ
You felt anxiety and interest build in the pit of your stomach, your curiosity piqued as you drew closer to your destination. What sort of extravagant affair had Toji planned for you that you need a blindfold to go there? An underground Michelin-starred restaurant? A moonlit stroll along the riverbanks? An eyes-wide shut party?
As Toji finally came to a stop, you felt your stomach drop and heart race as he reached up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, his lips curling into a triumphant grin.
âVoila!â he exclaimed, gesturing grandly at the dimly lit building in front of you.
Your eyes widened in disbelief as you took in the scene before you. You both stood outside a familiar chain restaurant, its red gaudy mascot sign illuminated in garishly bright white letters against the night sky.
Red Lobster.
You blinked in confusion, struggling to process the sheer absurdity of what was happening.
âRed⌠Lobster?â you echoed incredulously, your voice laced with disbelief.
Toji shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening into a boyish smirk. âTold ya it was fancy as shit.â
âŚ
âWHAAAAAAAAATTT?!!!â
*****
Words could not describe the unbridled rage you were feeling right now. You could power a small village for 5 years with the amount of fury emanating from you. You sat slumped in the booth with a furious scowl stuck on your face as you stared fiercely at the lying moron currently stuffing his face with Cheddar Bay Biscuits. After gulping down three of the biscuits, he finally looks up at you.
ââs matter with you?â
âYou know damn well whatâs the matter with me, Toji.â you seethed.
A few seconds of silence passed as he gulped down the rest of the biscuits. His face remained stoic as he looked you in the eyes.
âYou gotta take a shit or somethinâ?â
You slammed your fists against the table, sitting up straight and leaning over the table, the jarring sound of the utensils and cups on the table shook people from their conversations and turned their attention towards your table. You could care less what those slack jawed NPCs thought of you. Your attention was focused solely on your smug ass boyfriend.
âToji,â you breathed harshly, âwhat the fuck am I wearing right now?â
âHuuh?â
âWhat the fuck do I have on right now? What kind of clothes do I have on?â You were shaking at this point.
Toji grinned at you smugly. âWhatever it is, itâs hot as fuck.â
âOf course itâs hot as fuck, Toji. And you wanna know why Iâm wearing this hot as fuck outfit in this building of impending salmonella poisoning? Because you told me that we were going to a fancy and romantic place. Where people, oh I donât know, donât need to take a Pepto Bismol before and after dinner, where waiters speak in a posh accent but you know deep down that they only make 12 dollars an hour, where the food is served relatively fresh and not sitting in a deep-freeze for half year and warmed in a fucking microwave! But no! Here I am, looking like a 100 out of 10 sitting in a stained red booth, at a sticky table, sitting across from a man who looks like I just dragged a homeless man off the street just so I donât look like a desperate loser coming into a fucking Red Lobster by myself!â
You ended your rant, panting and dropped back into your booth and cradled your head in your arms on the table. You knew this would happen. You just knew it! Leave it to a man with no concept of child support or how a garbage disposal works to take you anywhere relatively nice. The soft chattering and murmurs of the other patrons around you continued on, but you could feel eyes on you specifically. You groaned, not even bothering to raise your head.
âJesus Christ⌠you couldnât even pick a fucking Papadeux? Fucking Red LobsterâŚâ
âHey, donât knock it till you try it,â he quipped, his mouth full of Cheddar Bay Biscuits.
âI have tried it, Toji. Everyone and their great-grandmother comes to fucking Red Lobster at least once for a birthday-anniversary-graduation-bullshit.â
âWell, itâs the thought that counts, right?â
âToji, your âthoughtâ doesnât count for shit.â
You didnât see it, but Toji flinched at your words. A pang of dejection flashed across his face, but just as you rose your head he turned his face back to stoic.
âWhereâs the damn waiter?â he muttered, looking around. âAYO! Can we get some damn service?!â Toji loudly called, snapping his fingers.
Your eyes widened and you quickly grabbed his arm. âOh my fucking⌠Toji!â
Before he could say anything, a nervous looking waiter walked up to your booth.
âHello guys, my name is Tommy and I will be your waiter today. Can I get you guys started with anything?â
âUh, yeah, lemme get a mufuckinâ uuuuhhhhhhhhhâŚâ This went on for a full two minutes. âLemme get the unlimited oysters.â
You quirked your eyebrow at Toji with a perplexed look as the waiter jotted down his order. âReally? The oysters?â
He lazily nodded.
âAre you sure you wanna lock that in, baby?â
He nodded again, looking disgruntled that you would question his choice of food.
âLike, 100%? Are you really, really sure thatâs what you wanna get?â
Toji tilted his head at you. âYou questioning me?â
You raised your eyebrows passively and opened your menu. âAlrightâŚâ you remark, âItâs your funeralâŚâ You muttered the last part under your breath.
The waiter sensing the tension amongst you two, hurried along the order conversation. âAnd what would you like to drink?â
âAll your drinks are boring, so nothing.â he answered in dismissal, tossing the menu at Tommy who barely managed to catch it.
âAnd what would you like to order?â He directed his attention towards you.
âIâll have the grilled half lobster with lemon butter, a tomahawk steak, and a bottle of Gin, please.â you answered, handing the menu to him.
âA-A bottleâŚ?â Tommy the waiter stuttered. âWe can mix it into a drink if you preferredââ
âI said what I said.â You looked at the basket on the table. âAnd can we get some more cheddar biscuits please?â
Tommy nodded with a bow. âOf course. Iâll be back with your drinks and some more biscuits for the table.â And with that, he scurried off.
Toji threw you a smug grin and whistled cheekily. âWooow, babe. I didnât know I was dining with royalty.â he chastised and you groaned. âDonât expect me to pay for your share.â
âPssh. Please Toji. With what money? Itâs so obvious that Iâm paying for this meal.â
âWait, really?â
âDuh, Toji! Of course Iâm paying for it! Itâs practically routine at this point.â You groan out, annoyed and rolling your eyes. âItâs the main thing you use me for anywayâŚâ
The air is immediately coated in awkward tension between the two of you. Itâs not like you said anything wrong. This is Toji Fushiguro youâre talking about. The man only wants three things out of life: sex, money, and to sail through life never paying for anything. You fiddled with your fingernails to fill the dead air when you heard Toji smack his lips at you.
âCanât you go one fucking second without bitchinâ at me for something so worthless?â he muttered. âWhat the hellâs wrong Red Lobster? Red Lobster is the epitome of sophistication. The ambiance, the seafood⌠it's all about setting the mood, babe.â
âSophistication?â You scoff and look your boyfriend dead in his eyes. âToji⌠you eat at fucking Burger King.â
âWhat the fuckâs wrong with Burger King?!â
âOh! Hmm! Letâs see! Lemme think! Ummm! Ummm! How about, fucking everything Toji!â
âDo NOT disrespect the King!â Toji's smile faltered slightly, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone.
âThe King is dead, Toji! Deeeaaad! He ODâd 25 years ago just like everyone else who eats at Burger King!â you shout, no longer caring about raising your voice. âPeople only eat Burger King because they have to! Never because they want to! Because if that were the case, then everyone would go to McDonaldâs! Their food is leagues better!â
âTheir Whoppers are a culinary masterpiece.â he seethed at you.
You snort. âOh yes! Youâre so right, Toji. Mm-mm! Yummy! Because nothing turns my appetite on more than a soggy burger and a 72% chance of food poisoning! Or you could just spend the extra dollar and get a Big Mac like the rest of society! And chicken nuggets with actual chicken!â
It was now Tojiâs turn to scoff. âYou just donât understand the peak gourmet culinary complexities that is Burger King.â
âI would rather lick the inside of a Taco Bell bathroom toilet than eat a single chicken fry from Burger King. At least with the Taco Bell toilet thereâd be remnants of edible food! Itâs bottom tier, Toji. Where else in the world do you get âbuffalo nuggetsâ for $3?! And why would you pay for that?! 10 piece chicken nuggets for $2?! Whatâre you, suicidal?!â
âItâs cheap and delicious!â
âItâs rat meat and smells like something threw up in a deep fryer and you fucking know it! Itâs right there next to Arbyâs.â
âOh! So, now youâre dissing Arbyâs?!â
âYou bet your beautiful chiseled ass Iâm dissing fucking Arbyâs!â
âAnd whatâs fucking wrong with Arbyâs, huh?!â
âItâs rat food, Toji! Itâs all rat food!â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?!â
âHave you ever been inside an Arbyâs, Toji? Hmm? The people that eat there are either tasteless morons that think Jack in the Box is âtoo expensiveâ or using the spot waiting for their Fentanyl dealer. Itâs just like Burger King. You only go there because you have to, not because you want to.â
Toji leaned in, eyes dark. âYou wouldnât know good food if it came up to your doorstep with roses, wiped its feet off at the door, and fucked your throat.â
âOh, is that right?!â
âUm! Excuse meâŚâ a meek voice spoke up. You both whipped your heads to see your waiter trembling with a bottle of Gin and basket of cheddar biscuits in his hands. You both leaned back in your seats as he hurriedly placed drink and food on the table. âYour food will be here shortlyâŚâ Before he could dash off, you grabbed him by the sleeve.
âHold on there, Tommy. Settle something for us, wouldâja?â
âOh, please donât incorporate me in whatever this isââ
âArbyâs, Burger King, or McDonaldâs? Which one would you eat?â
Tommy stood in silence for a few seconds before whispering a tiny scared âwhat?â
âThe fuck you asking him for?!â
âBecause unlike you, he has a job and doesnât live off of gambling tickets and random women to buy his meals! Now Tommy, choose!â
âU-U-Ummm⌠well, considering Iâve gotten food poisoning from all three restaurants, Iâd still choose McDonaldâs any dayâŚâ
âWhat?!â
You smirk at Toji victoriously. âThank you, Tommy. You just earned yourself a 80% tip.â
And with that, Tommy scurried off again.
âGod! You can never just be fucking grateful for anything, huh?! You just have to whine and nag and complain about everything in that pissy little condensating tone of yours!â
âTell me, Toji. What should I be grateful for? Hm? Sh-Should I be grateful that you put in the bare minimum for a date or that you even remember my name at all?â
ââŚâ
âShould I be grateful that you even came back to me at all and not dead somewhere, shanked and killed in the street, like an overlooked hooker that the cops donât give a shit about?â
Toji remained silent.
âYou know what, Toji. Youâre right. I should be grateful. Iâll be grateful knowing that when this dinner ends I can go back home and not have to deal with you for another 4 months. Maybe around that time youâll find someone else to be a wallet for you.â
You reached into your bag and pulled out your phone, ending the conversation dead in the water. Again, you missed the pain in Tojiâs eyes as he furrowed his eyebrows and slowly continued chewing. Not too long after, Tommy came back with your food. Staring down at the shiny, plastic-looking food before you, you grimace. The overpowering smell of the oysters churned your stomach and waned your appetite with each passing second. Pushing past your mixture of disgust and resignation, you begin to eat your food.
This dinner is the definition of âabsolutely donkey dicksâ. You couldnât even consider the food you were eating as actual âfoodâ. Plastic toy food from a childâs playset looks and smells more appetizing. The only thing that you can swallow without gagging is the bottle of Gin which is slowly asking for a refill. You sighed as you looked up from your plate and saw Toji slurping down oyster after oyster. You pushed the food around your plate with little enthusiasm.
Toji attempted to start a conversation multiple times, but his efforts fell flat in the suffocating silence that hung between you two.
Toji cleared his throat in an attempt to once again start a conversation causing you to look at him downcast. âSo, uh, howâs the food?â he asked tentatively, his voice tinged with unfamiliar uncertainty.
You glanced up at him with a weary sigh, your disappointment written plainly across your face. âThe lobster tastes like those bouncy balls you get from quarter machines drenched in garlic and butter and the steak is both ice cold and boiling lava hot.â You look back at your food. âHowâs your oysters? Good?â
âDelectable. Like slurping down The God of Lust and Warâs plump pearls.â
âUghâŚâ
The silence stretched on between you two, the weight of your unspoken frustrations hanging heavy in the air. Toji let out a heavy sigh bringing your attention back to him.
âLook, uh⌠Y/NâŚâ Toji started fidgeting. âI know this date is total shit. Worse than shit probably. Nobody likes fucking Red Lobster. Being in this place makes me want to set fire to the building trapping all these wrinkly white-haired fucks and servant dicks to burn. Agonizingly. But I would save you! And the Cheddar Bay Biscuits fuuuck that shit is amazing!â
You raised your eyebrow, but let him continue.
âYou were right. I am⌠banned from most places. Fuck, I mean did you know that I was banned from Chiliâs AND Applebeeâs? Like, why the fuck would I even be in those shitholes?â
âThat⌠probably has something to do with you setting fire to their parking lot and spray painting âFUCK YOUR TAXESâ on their windows respectively at multiple locations.â
âOh yeeahh⌠damn. That was a great Halloween.â
âYeah⌠it was interesting⌠watching you eat an entire 5-pound chocolate peep marshmallow and utterly lose your mind in what I can only describe as a hellish sugar rush.â
âWhatever. The point is⌠I⌠I really tried, yâknow?â he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. âI said a lot of shit and promised a whole fucking thing, but in reality⌠this is all I can do⌠Like, legally or whateverâŚâ
You stared at Toji in somewhat disbelief. You were witnessing something striking and shocking. Were you actually seeing Toji being⌠remorseful? The Toji Fushiguro?
âSo⌠not to be all⌠stupid and pathetic⌠but⌠yâknow⌠IâmâŚâ
âYouâre?â
âIâm⌠thmrrryâŚâ
âYouâre what?â You leaned in.
âMm mpfrrf!â
âToji, I canât understand you. Get your hand away from your mouth.â
âIâm sorry!â he shouted. âThere. I said it.â
Your eyes widen in surprise. You bit the inside of your cheek just to make sure you werenât dreaming. âWoah, TojiâŚâ you mutter, stunned. âI didnât think those words were capable of forming. I always thought that if you even tried saying it youâd vomit up blood and your intestines would explode.â
âFucking⌠whatever, okay! Donât make a big deal outta it. I only said it âcuz I wanted toâŚ!â He was blushing and fidgeting more. âBut thatâs not all.â
Toji reached into his sweatpants pocket and pulled out a small velvet black box, his expression awkward and face slightly red as he pushed it across the table to you.
"I,⌠uhâŚ, got you something," he grumbled, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and avoiding meeting your eyes. âJustâ donât make a big deal over itâŚâ
You raised an eyebrow in confusion. Your skepticism warring at the unfamiliar genuine tone shift as you opened the box. You gasped softly. Inside the box, a beautiful arctic blue shone brighter than all the dim lights in the restaurant. You looked at Toji then back at the necklace. You were honestly speechless and your heart immediately softened into soft serve ice cream.
âHappy anniversaryâŚâ he muttered just loud enough for you to hear.
âToji, this isâŚâ you began, at a loss for words as you struggled to adjust to the sweet gesture that was foreign to Tojiâs entire personality. âThis is the sweetest and most beautiful thing youâve ever done. Thank you, Toji.â
Toji softly frowned bashfully, scratching the back of his head in embarrassment. âGood,â he stated firmly. âBut, uh⌠just donât wear it outside. Itâs stolen.â
âStolen?â you echoed.
âYeah. An old buddy owed me a favor after getting rid of a few⌠pests for him. He said I could take anything as compensation so I took The Tears of Benzaiten. I was gonna pawn it, but then I thought of you and⌠shit yâknowâŚâ he trailed off, the blush growing on his face. âThen a few days later, he put a bounty on it and got all fucking weird about it. So, just⌠donât wear it anywhere, got it? I like your face and I wouldnât want a bunch of scars and bruises ruining it.â
âToji. Are you seriously telling me that Iâm holding a Japanese national treasure with a big enough bounty that I could be killed just for holding it and you are just giving it to me in a Red Lobster for our anniversary?â
Toji shrugged nonchalantly. âY/N, youâre much more beautiful than some stupid necklace made from the tears of Goddess worth 90 billion Yen. And you know that if anyone came within 20 feet of you, Iâd rip out their esophagus and crumple their pathetic human bodies into nothing.â
You sat in stunned silence trying to process all the information that was just thrown on you. You looked down at the necklace. Suddenly, you started to giggle. Then, your giggles turned to laughter. You put your head down as your laughter grew louder and louder. After a few moments and murmurs from other patrons later, you raised your head and leaned your cheek against your hand.
âToji Fushiguro, youâre soâŚâ You tried to find the words to describe the absurdity happening right now. âImpossible.â you remarked fondly, a smile tugging at your lips. âBut I love you for it.â
Toji smirked proudly.
âBut, I hate to break it to you baby⌠todayâs not our anniversary.â
Toji's smirk immediately diminished. âWhat?! Yeah, it is!â
You shook your head, still smiling. âAfraid not, baby. You see⌠we donât have an anniversary.â
âYeah we do! We had our first date and everything!â
âWe met at the track, went to a bar, and then had sex. Then, you disappeared for a week then you came back and we had make up sex. Other than that, youâve been gone for about 75% of this relationship. This is technically the only date weâve been on that didnât end with me getting drunk and us having loud sex in the bathroom.â
âSo⌠itâs not our anniversary?â
You shook your head again.
âFUCK!â Toji shouted, slamming his hand on the table with a loud crash and groaning into the booth.
You slightly giggled and put the necklace in your bag. You gently grabbed Tojiâs hand and he flinched slightly at your sudden touch.
âIf this were our anniversary, it would be the best anniversary ever.â You kissed his hand and stood up, looking down at his flushed face. âCome on.â you gestured, throwing some money with a big tip as promised on the table. âLetâs go home.â
Toji smiled and took your hand as you both left the restaurant, much to the other patrons' relief. As you both made your way back to the apartment, you had a small flicker of hope. For the future. For the relationship. For Toji.
It started out as a really shitty date, but turns out, deep down, Toji can be romantic. In his own way, of course.
When you both entered the apartment, Toji grabbed your hips and kissed you deeply. You melted into arms and moaned into the kiss. He pulled away with a smirk.
âYou taste like garlic butter Gin.â
âAnd you taste like oysters.â
You stepped away from him and walked towards the living room.
âAnd where the hell are you going?â Toji asked, following close behind.
âWell, weâve had makeup sex, angry sex, drunk sex, bathroom sex, and Scandinavian Yeti sex. But I donât think weâve had âanniversaryâ sex yet.â
Toji grinned smugly as he rushed you and threw you over his shoulder. âFuck yeah! Iâm not gonna let ya sleep tonight!â Toji roared, giving your ass a smack. You let out a gasp and laugh.
You hated this man sometimes, but you couldnât deny the amount of love you had for him too.
This truly was the best anniversary ever.
~Omake~
âUrrreeeghâŚ! Urg⌠fuckâŚâ
âI told you not to eat those oysters, baby.â you soothed, rubbing Toji back gently.
Halfway through sexy time, Toji jumped off of you and started to feel the horrible after effects of Red Lobster oysters. You cringed as Toji continued to retch, groan, and spit all of his dinner in the toilet bowl.
âIâll kill those bastardsâŚ! Iâll slit their throats and dance on their backs! Iâll get thoseâ ugh! Oh god⌠bleerghh!â
You sigh and smile softly at his very real threats. You stepped out of the bathroom and put on some clothes.
âWhere you goinâ! Weâre not⌠urgh⌠done yet!â
âWell, weâre gonna be here for a while, baby. I donât know much about sorcerers, but Iâm pretty sure I can recognize the symptoms of food poisoning.â
Toji groaned. âFucking Red Lobster⌠making me miss out on anniversary sexâŚâ
âIâll be back in a few. Youâre gonna need some water, Pepto Bismol, soda, crackers, and light snacks to keep down.â
âNooo⌠donât goâŚâ he wearily waved at you to come back.
You leaned against the door frame of the bathroom, smiling gently at the sick man. âDo you want anything? I can get you some scratch off tickets. Dragon Stars Lotto. Those are your favorite, right?â
Toji smiled weakly. âYouâre an angel, baby.â
You kissed the back of Toji's neck and smiled as he shuddered against your lips.
âWhen you get back, Iâm gonna fuck the memories of anyone else outta you.â
You laughed, grabbed your bag, and left the apartment. Smiling and hopeful for whatâs to come next.
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a/n: yo. sorry i've been gone for so long. been trying to find a new job and then suddenly decided to learn blender animation for some reason. (if anyone can give me tips it would be much appreciated) so i started working on this in February for like a valentine's thing then looked up and saw that is April so... happy april fool's! or whatever... enjoy a not so serious toji fic. more to come soon.
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I have a pretty new Yandere blog, how do you get people to interact with and request and enjoy your ocâs?
And can I request more from the Yandere Ai? Like how their first days went?
hiđ¤ first off, congrats on your new blog! yanderes are amazing to write for! and second, honestly, just have fun with it! that probably sounds so superficial and vague, but tbh it's true! i put tags in my fic posts that my saying that my requests are open. that's usually about it when it comes to advertising my oc's lol.
also, i like to give my oc's very distinct and specific writings towards their characters. for example since you're starting a yandere blog, think about what kind of yandere you like or others may like in terms of anime, media, writings, asmr, etc.. like, what kind of yandere are they? are they soft, cute, and lovesick about the reader or full-blown obsessed, crazy, and driven by the reader's cries. they can also be somewhere in-between. is the reader willing or not? what are the traits/personalities of your oc's? when you think yandere, who do you imagine? femboy built? bara-body built? it's up to you! they are your oc's. (i like writing willing readers bc it's much more fun to write about, but that's just me)
this is just me, but i also like to incorporate how others would feel and talk in my scenarios. i dislike dere/anime scenarios that have stereotypical responses and cliches or make the reader seem like they can't do anything. i hate that trope in manga and anime, so it transfers into my writing.
in my mind, having the mc say "ok fuck it we ball" or "fuck yeah, awooga" is much more entertaining than the same stockholm syndrome "omg sexy yandere pls don't take me from me from my tyrannical responsibilities and giving me food and a place to live rent free aaahhhh" cliches. again, that's just my opinion. if you want to write something like that, it's completely up to you. i like my fics to be relatable and fun to read. it all genuinely depends on the direction you want to take for your blog and your fics.
once you start writing and starting molding your oc's and going the flow with your writing, people will read. soon enough, people will put in requests and more will enjoy your writing.
and if i can give you any advice: just have fun and don't try too hard. even if no one requests as long as you enjoy it and do your best, you'll be fine. it's your blog! i used to have the same feeling when i wrote my first arata ryuu fic. then he became a follower fav, and now yami ai is tied at being the first follower fav with him! which just fuels me to write even more dere husbandos i have lined up!
and lastly, ofc! it'll probably be a reaction fic since it seems like a simple prompt.
have fun and i hope to read your fics in the future!
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ellooo this isnt a request but can i ask if dis blog is for fem reader only? because when i was reading the arata ryuu fic and den i saw she/her pronouns and i was wondering since the other like paragraphs used they/them so im wondering if its a typo or not
the specific part was the "Whatever. Let go of her already."
so sorry if im bothering you đđ you can just ignore this if you want tenk qqq â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
hii~đ¤ nah you're not bothering me lol looking back i probably had the idea of making it the reader gender neutral and most likely added fem pronouns accidentally since most of my fics take days up to a couple weeks to write depending on the scenario (or a month lmao).
good looking out tho! just means i'll have to really be diligent on proofing in the future.
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karasuda ren [soft!yandere] - All I Want For Christmas Is A Cute Yandere!
synopsis: you're spending another Christmas alone. there's only one thing you want and there's only one person who can make it happen. but, shenanigans occur!
genre: a little crackish, fluff, holiday love
word count: 6.29k
warnings: binge drinking, kidnapping, a little claustrophobia
Ahh, Christmas Eve. The most festive and romantic time of year. The city has never looked so bright and beautiful than when itâs decorated with wreaths and tinsel on every pole and building and fairy lights illuminating a soft glow of the pillowy snowy streets of your city. Not to mention the sights and sounds that sing this otherwise boring, claustrophobic place into jolly merriment. The delicious smells of bakeries and restaurants serving cakes and pies and nauseatingly sugary Christmas cookies. Buskers singing Christmas songs to afford a decent meal. Last minute idiots scrounging the shelves in stores and causing scenes to get that one important present or Christmas is ruined. Families walking with their children with excitement on their faces about what Santa will bring them tonight. Happy couples walking hand in hand and sharing hot cocoa and sweet treats before they get home. Retail workers resisting the urge to shoot themselves when Mariah Careyâs winter album plays for 6667th time that day.
Yes, it seems that everyone was in a rush to get home to be with that special somebody tonight.
EXCEPT FOR YOU!
Day after day. Year after year. Holiday after fucking holiday!
Seriously! It should be against the fucking law to have to work on Christmas Eve. Especially, when the workplace is complete ass and your coworkers take turns using the singular brain cell that seems to float aimlessly around the office. When you were just a fresh newbie, you used to blame your singleness on your work. âI donât have the time right now, I should try when I get used to the environment.â That was your thought process. But, now you know that it was all complete horseshit! The real reason you canât make time for anything, let alone a relationship, is because your boss and your coworkers are required by the laws of fate and destiny to cockblock you until youâre that old Karen calling the cops on your neighbors for having too bright lights in their yard. When you first got hired, you promised that you wouldnât become like the old greedy ladies at your work that glared at the smallest hint of happiness and bitched about it on their âMoms AgainstâŚâ Facebook groups.
Yet, here you are. Hours before Christmas, shuffling home like a morally depleted penguin hating every single happy and smiling face you came across. Even the forced ones.
As you trudged through the dirt clodded snowy and slippery as hell sidewalk, you couldnât help but unintentionally glare at every single couple you passed by. Happy smiles adorned their faces as they shared intimate kisses and huddled together for warmth. You tried not to gag or roll your eyes because it wasnât really their fault. They were just enjoying the festivities and snow. You on the other hand are huddled into yourself trying not to bust your ass in the middle of a public street and quickly get home so you can rip off your shoes that were sopping wet and nearing frostbite from the slushy snow penetrating your shoes.Â
To be honest, the last place you wanted to be at was your apartment. You sigh to yourself in disappointment knowing whatâs waiting for you: Nothing. In particular, no one. As stated before, day after day, year after year, holiday after freaking holiday, all that awaits you is a cold, empty apartment with comfort items and furniture that you either bought off of Amazon or got off the streets. No one would be waiting for you except the inescapable loneliness that you felt every day. Your plans are the same as last yearâs, and the year before that, and the year before that, and so on and so forth. Youâll get home, take a lukewarm shower because your plumbing is always busted around this time of year, drink a 1/5th of Holly Jolly Krinkles Peppermint Vodka, and pass out watching the Polar Express on Hulu. Then, wake up Christmas afternoon and try not to throw up the rest of the day. Your ancestors must be so proud staring down at you after generations of their own hardship.
Peeking up from your huddled form you spot your apartment complex up ahead. You sigh again feeling the need for a drink. As you hurriedly jogged up the stairs and rushed to your door, you slowed to a halt as you saw a bottle sitting on your doormat. Titling your head in confusion, you looked around for any clues on who couldâve left this on your door. Cautiously, you picked up the suspicious bottle and felt that it was heavy and filled with liquid. A white and red envelope fell onto the mat and you picked it up as well. The envelope had your name addressed to it, but nothing else. You looked back at the bottle and squinted into the dark to read the label on the front. In the dark you could only make out âFeeling Pine Mulled Wine.â You groaned at the pun. On top of the cork you noticed a green ribbon tied along with a small folded note. Inside the card read, âFor you, from Santa Claus~âĄâ.
âSanta ClausâŚ?â you muttered to yourself. You scoff and think of this as nothing more than corporate shilling and shameless advertisement to get people to spend even more money on this capitalist holiday. Everyone in the building mustâve gotten a bottle and since you got home late youâre the only one left. Shivering harshly as a chilling breeze rushed through you, you quickly shot into your apartment. Like a defeated animal, you ripped off every single piece of wet clothing and left it near your front door for âhungover youâ to worry about. Placing the mulled wine on the kitchen counter to worry about later you jogged to the bathroom for your shower. Second to drinking yourself to sleep, you looked forward to your shower the most. Flipping your shower nozzle to the highest setting, you jumped in and hopped around as the blizzard water hit your skin. You shivered as you rubbed soap aggressively on your body waiting for the lukewarm water to set in. After a few minutes, the water didnât change. You waited a few more minutes and the water was still cold?! All of the frustration and anger bottling up inside you finally popped.
âAAAARRGGHHHH!!!â You screamed with all your might. Your screams bounced around your echo-ey bathroom as your next-door neighbor banged on your wall. You banged the wall back even harder out of frustration. What kind of shitty development is this?! You are a good person! Why is it that whenever something good happens to you someone shits all over you?! Who did you kill in your past life to warrant this sharknado level shitstorm that is your adult life?
âGod-fucking-DAMMITT! I hate this shitty building and its shitty pipes and its shitty⌠shitty shit shit!!â You stomped as you frustratingly shut off the shower. Again, youâre reminded of your paper thin walls as your next door neighbor banged on your wall even harder. Completely fed up with everything, you punched and kicked at your wall with all your might.
âEvan Christopher Daniels, you motherfucker! I swear to God, you bang on this wall one more FUCKING time! Iâm calling the landlord and telling him all about your basement cock fighting ring and we BOTH know we arenât talking about chickens!â
The banging immediately stopped. You huffed and leaned against the cold tile wall. You needed a drink more than ever, but you did feel a little better after yelling. Walking out of the bathroom in your towel, your attention is brought back to the wine bottle and envelope. Staring at the wine bottle and label again in a better light you didnât see anything wrong with it. Nothing obvious at least. So, with a shrug and popped the cork.
âBetter than that shitty minty vodkaâŚâ you muttered.
*****
âA-And then⌠that Chevy-back refrigerator built asshole had the nerve to put his dirty face next to mine and breathe his hot Frito-shit pie breath all over me! Can you believe that?!â
You were venting. You were venting and drunk. You were venting, drunk, and talking to the only thing that brought you solace in this cruel time of joyful merriment: the characters on screen from the movie you were watching.
Wow. How sad.
ââThis is no good, Y/N.â âYou should try harder, Y/N.â âHow âbout spending Christmas stuck to my bed sheets, Y/N.â How about you get the fuck outta my face, fix your hairline and get veneers you shitty generic ugly bastard-looking McFuck!!â
You sprawled out on the floor, sloppy lamenting over your life and where you could have possibly gone wrong.
âWhy is it that whenever I get hit on, itâs either from creeps on the subway or fat geriatrics with greasy foreheads that get off on power harassment?â you ask your screen.
ââCause thatâs the way things happen on the Polar Express!ââ
You clicked your tongue and grumbled, âI wish I was on the Polar ExpressâŚâ you spared a glance to your empty apartment. âBetter than being here aloneâŚâ You took another drink from your bottle and set it down beside you. âThis is good⌠Iâll have to drink this shit all-year round.â
As you silently surveyed your surroundings as the movie continued in the background, your eyes were drawn to the unopened letter that came with your wine. With a grunt and a sigh, you reached over to pick up predicting that itâs mostly like a Christmas themed advertisement for the company. However, instead was a Christmas portrait card. You opened the card and read the beautiful cursive that was inside.
âWish upon the brightest star in the sky and your deepest wish will come true.â
You read the words over and over again. âWish upon a star?â you thought incredulously. What good would that do? You looked on each side of the card but there wasnât anything else, not even a signature. The handwriting on the Christmas card didnât match the note on the cork either. You scoffed after a while and flicked the card back on the floor.
âDeepest wish will come trueâŚâ you grumbled softly. âThatâs only something a child would believe in.â
ââSeeing is believing, but, sometimes, the most real things in the world are the things we can't see.ââ
Your attention was brought back to your movie and the words that stood out by the conductor. Wait⌠was the movie playing out of order?
âSeeing is believing, huh?â you muttered to yourself. You looked to your bedroom window. Snow gracefully falling from the night sky down to the bright city lights from under your window. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was just a plane, but there in the cloudy night you spotted a single light that penetrated the clouds. Again the words on the card rang through your mind like church bells, or maybe those were just the bells from the movie.
âMeh, fuck it.â You were already drunk and alone. Might as well do something embarrassing in the comfort of your own home than in a bar full of equally lonely people, right?
You crawled your way towards the window and sat on your knees. You already knew what your deepest wish was. You wished for it every holiday: your birthday, Valentineâs Day, hell, even Arbor Day. But, who should you even be praying to to make the wish come true? Santa Claus? God? Buddha? David Bowie? No, thereâs only one person who could make a wish like this come true. Someone who you've never prayed to. Someone who could make your dream a reality.
âOh, Supreme Lord Master Gege Akutami,â you called out. âI know Iâve never prayed to you before, but youâre a man that can make miracles happen. Youâre the only one I know that can make my wish come true. The only thing that I want for Christmas isâŚâ you took a deep breath.
âAll I want is a super cute yandere boyfriend!â
You canât be serious.
âIâve seen your creations Oh Heavenly One and I know you can make that happen. The gorgeous men and women from your manga are only just as beautiful and holy as the animated versions! But not just an old yandere will do! I want a super cute one! The kind of yandere that feed, spoil, and give their unwavering love and affection to the MC! The kind of yandere that will only keep me to himself so I donât have to work at my shitty job anymore.â
Oh you are dead serious, arenât you?
âHe has to have a cute smile, gorgeous eyes, and soft kissable lips! And he has to be taller than me, but not too tall! Just the right amount of height where I can give him headpats and forehead kisses and when he lays down on my lap only his feet go over the couch arms, not his legs! Also, I want him to have a nice build, not too skinny and lanky. Iâve seen the kind of men youâve brought to light so I know you can make it work Oh Great One.â
Oh dear lordâŚ
âAnd he has to know everything about me! Like super omega obsessed with me, but in a cute way that makes it hard to be mad at him. Oh, and extroverted as hell to counterout my introvertedness! Like the type of person who will go up to the fast food worker and tell them that I wanted no pickles on the burger! Yâknow, and alsoâŚâ
Okay, Iâm gonna cut the rest of this drunken otaku rambling for the future therapy youâll be court mandated to attend.
âPlease, Lord Gege⌠if not you then⌠I donât know what else Iâm gonna do.â You squeeze your fist tighter and close your eyes shut as a last ditch effort. âPlease make my deepest wish come true.â
You slowly opened your eyes to see nothing in the sky anymore. Nothing but dark snowy clouds. You let out a pitiful chuckle as you felt tears brimming your eyes.
âWhat the hell am I doingâŚ?â you whispered. âI am so fucking patheticâŚâ Maybe it was just a stupid plane after all. You meekly crawled back to your spot on the floor and layed down a few inches away from your laptop. The movie was still playing and the time read â12:01 A.M.â. It was officially Christmas. And today, just like every Christmas, you were drunk and alone. The sounds of actual church bells rang throughout your room from the outside. You lazily stared at the movie that was nearing its end.
ââJust remember, the true spirit of Christmas lies in your heart.ââ
âSanta Claus⌠Christmas⌠wishing⌠itâs all a bunch of shitâŚâ
As you felt your eyelids grow heavier and heavier, you soon gave into your tiredness praying that your hangover in the morning wouldnât be too bad.
*****
Rustle⌠Rustle⌠THUD!
You are jolted awake at the sound of a large thudding sound coming from outside your bedroom door. Bleary-eyed, you check the time on your phone. It was 3 A.M.. Thinking it was just your neighbors, you laid back down on the cold hard floor. Until, a few seconds later, you are woken up again this time with a large bang.Â
Okay, that sounded way too close to be your neighbor. Someone was definitely in your apartment. You carefully snuck over to your bedroom door and pressed your ear against it. You couldnât hear any voices (which makes sense), all you could hear was the sounds of something rustling.Are you actually getting robbed?! On fucking Christmas?! Oh hell no! Fueled with drunken courage and hazy eyes, you grabbed the empty wine bottle and quietly snuck out of your room. Peeking around the corner, you saw a tall, dark figure looming in your living room. You quickly flipped on the lights and jumped from around the corner raising the bottle above your head, ready to smack a bitch if they tried to run.
âAlright! Who the fuck areâ!â
 You stopped dead in your tracks and the wine bottle you held tightly in your hands dropped to the floor with a solid thud. The man standing in your living room, staring you dead in your eyes like a deer caught in headlights of a lifted Ford truck, was wearing a vibrant red suit complete with black boots, white gloves, and a red had, had a long, fluffy white beard, a large white bag filled to the brim with wrapped presents, and twinkling blue eyes. You felt your breath catch in your throat. It was unmistakable.
âSanta ClausâŚ?â you groggily called out.
The manâs face turned from caution to jolly in a matter of seconds as he let out his signature laugh.
âHo ho ho!â he bellowed. âWell, this is odd! Shouldnât all the little good boys and girls be asleep right now?â
âI⌠I was asleep⌠I-I think your bag woke me up when you set it downâŚâ
âAh! Of course! I was looking for your Christmas tree, but I canât seem to find one. So, I was wondering where to leave your presents!â
âI donât have a Christmas tree. I couldnât afford one this yearâŚâ you told him, folding your arms. Wait. Why were you telling him anything?! This has to be a dream. Yes, just a drunk dream. Thereâs no way you could be talking to some strange man dressed as Santa Claus right now.
âI see⌠How unfortunate. Life must be so tough for you, Y/N L/N.â
Your eyes widened. âH-How do you know my name?â
Again, âSanta Clausâ's laugh rang throughout your tiny living room.
âSanta knows all the good boys and girls! And you have been extra good this year!â he exclaimed. He bent down and started rummaging through his bag as if he was looking for something.
Your attention snapped to your front door. You were sure that you had locked it. Squinting, you didnât notice anything strange about it. The deadbolt was still locked. It wasnât even left open for a clean getaway if this were an actual robbery or even a dream. None of your windows open, theyâre more like decoration. Itâs brutal in the summer when the buildingâs AC stops randomly. So how didâ
âHow did you get in my apartment?âÂ
âSanta Clausâ stopped searching through his bag, but didnât look up at you. He just⌠stared down into it like he didnât want to make conversation with you.
âI donât have a chimney. This low-rated rat hole would never give such a luxury. Plus, none of the windows open. I locked my door with a deadbolt so I wouldâve definitely heard you if you had tried breaking in through the front door, not while you were looking around for a Christmas tree so⌠how did you get in here?â
You could feel the tension rising as silence choked the jolly air around him. After a moment, the man raised his head to look at you. You felt your blood run cold. He was smiling, but his eyes⌠no longer had that same twinkle in them like before.
âHow do you think I got in here?â he asked stiffly. Shivers rolled down your spine and you couldnât bring yourself to speak a word. The man laughed again, but not his silly jolly laugh. It was more rigid and harsh. âIâm Santa Claus. Even if homes donât have a chimney⌠I can still find my way in.â
âOkay! Iâm done with this dream now! Iâd like to wake up! Wake up, me! Wake up!â
But, nothing changed. If this were a dream, something anxiety inducing wouldâve happened by now. Like Santa Claus melting or turning into an eldritch monster. The air felt like it was suffocating you ever so slowly as your heart started to beat faster and faster.
âYou look like you donât believe me.â You jumped at his voice. He smiled even brighter and pointed the opening of his gift bag towards you. âWhy donât you see for yourself. I have a present here just for you.â
You swallowed hard. âA-A presentâŚ? But Iââ You could barely stutter out a sentence before he spoke again.
âItâs what you deeply wished for.â
Your eyes widened again. Those choice of words⌠It couldnât have been an accident. How would he⌠unless heâŚ
You found yourself slowly inching towards the gift bag. It felt like an out-of-body experience. Like watching a first-person POV of someone doing something extremely stupid. As you stopped mere inches from the bag, you peered inside to see nothing but an almost seemingly amount of presents that ranged from big to small throughout the bag. Just as you tried to peek down further into the bag, you felt a large gloved hand grab the back of your neck.
âSorry kid. No witnesses.â
Before you could utter a word or scream in shock, you are unceremoniously shoved into Santa's bulging sack of gifts. As the bag closed tight above you, your panic-filled mind finally kicked in as you screamed and thrashed around the bag. However, the more you screamed and kicked, the more the weight and closeness of the presents started to crush around you. This set in more panic and then more kicking and screaming.
âDonât worry. Itâll be all over soon.â
âWhat?! What does that mean?!â You continued to scream and clawed at the walls of the bag to try and rip through. With a sudden jerk motion, you were lifted into the air and the bag was thrown over the manâs shoulder causing what seemed like a hurricane of presents to rain down on you. As you tried to kick up towards the opening again, you left out a gasp when your foot hit nothing. The more you kicked the more you stuffed yourself down the ocean of presents currently crushing you from all sides. When you tried to reach out to the side to claw at the bag again, you again found nothing. And again, the more you tried to reach, the more your arms got stuck wedged against the weight and size of the presents. There seemed no end as the presents continued to suffocate you, pressing hard against your stomach, legs, head, and chest.
You felt your vision starting to blacken out and called out once more.
âPlease⌠someone⌠help meâŚâ
But, your voice was too low and soon, you did not speak again.
*****
Your eyes fluttered open to see nothing but darkness all around you. You let out a grunt as your head pounded harshly only to find out that your mouth had been taped shut.Â
âWhat the fuck?â
You tried to take the tape off your mouth only to find your hands tied together.
âWhat the fuck?â
You stretched out from your fetal only for feet to to hit a solid wall. Not only that, your feet were also bound together.
âWhat the fuck?!â
You jerked up only for your head to meet a solid wall.
âOw! What the FUCK?!â
Your head pounded again and you laid back down trying to remember how you got in this situation. All you can remember is drinking your problems away and watching the Polar Express, and then⌠wishing on a plane in the sky� And then Santa Claus showed up?
âUgh⌠fuck me⌠Did I sleepwalk into an empty plot again?â You tried with all your might to try and bang on the walls of the box that you were currently in, but with this hangover all you were doing was making yourself tired and nauseous. You sighed with a huff. âI swear if I die in here, Iâm gonna ghost sue these assholesâŚâ
How long had you even been here? Were you even alive at this point? If you are, how long until the air in here runs out and you suffocate? Ugh⌠too many thoughts were making your head pound even more. Oh, what a tragic and pitiful end for our tragic and pitiful protagonistâ
âOh, wow! What a huge present!â a voice from outside shouted. You jolted in surprise. Who was that? And did they say present?
âI wonder what Santa got me~?â the voice asked melodically. Santa Claus? Wait, so⌠that wasnât a dream?! The sounds of gift wrapping paper answered your question. You didnât get super drunk and walk into a cemetery and crawl into a coffin like last time. You got super drunk and got stuffed into a giant Christmas present. You want to be disappointed with this development, but honestly youâve found yourself in much worse situations than this. Like how on three Valentineâs Days ago you unknowingly joined a cannibal love nest cult when buying candy for yourself.
The lid of the box was aggressively thrown creaked open, revealing the most enchanting sight â you were surrounded and bathed in the glow of fairy lights. Blinking away the haze, you found yourself in an unfamiliar room, illuminated by soft, colorful lights and warm furniture. This place was definitely better than your dinky apartment. Your eyes then landed on the strikingly charming individual with the most captivating eyes youâve ever seen and an endearing yet unsettling aura seeping from him. You felt your heart skip a beat as you locked eyes with the gorgeous hottie staring you down. His cute smile was twice as blinding as the dozen of lights surrounding the two of you.
âLooks like Santa got my letter. Just what I wanted for Christmas~.â
âHolyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitholyshitsholyshitholyshitââ
âHomy shmpf! Phuuâre hmpf!â You tried to shout.
Blinking a few times, the hottie deliciously chuckled and reached for the tape around your mouth. âLemme get that for you, sweetheart. Only if you promise not to scream.â
Oh please, like youâd scream in a situation like this.
âThere you goââ
âHoly shit! Youâre hot!â you shout again. âWhoa⌠this has to be a dream. Thereâs no way that Iâm sitting in a human sized box in a hottieâs apartment. I gotta buy more of that wine.â you muttered to yourself. You felt a tiny pinch on your cheek and snapped out of your muttering to lock eyes with those gorgeous eyes again.
âOw⌠that hurtâŚâ
âThen youâre not dreaming, sweetheart.â
âWoahâŚâ You reeled back into the box. âIâm actually sitting in a hottieâs apartmentâŚâ
He chuckled. âHouse, my love. Not an apartment.â
âHouse?â
âYes.â
âLike a house house? Like with a mortgage and shit?â
âThe house is fully paid off. My parents paid it off and handed it to me when they retired and moved.â
âFor real?!â you gasped and gasped even harder at the sights behind him. âAre those Sanrio plushies?! And a 5-foot Rilakkuma bear?! A PS5, a polaroid camera, an Apple laptop?! What are you, loaded or something?!â you exclaimed in astonishment.
âWell, itâs true that I spared no expense getting this place ready.â he chuckled again. âAfter all, I spent a lot of time getting all this stuff ready just in time for you.â
âFor me?â
âOf course. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnât know what my girlfriend liked?â
You paused for a moment, soaking in his words. âBoyfriendâŚ? Girlfriend?â
âThatâs right.â
âYou and me?â
âYup.â
âMe and you?â
âMhm!â
âYouâre my boyfriend?â
âYes, my love. I was getting a little impatient waiting to take you for myself. So, I asked Santa to deliver you to me.â
You couldnât believe your ears and eyes. You wished upon a stupid star/plane, got kidnapped by Santa Claus, and got unwrapped by a gorgeous man thatâs now your boyfriend.Â
âWhere the hell have you been hiding, huh? If I knew a hottie like you was scoping me out all this time I wouldâve delivered myself without the gag and restraints.â
The hottie paused for a moment and smiled again. It seems like your reaction to all this wasnât what he was expecting. âIâll untie you if you promise you wonât start trying to escape.â
You scoffed and handed him your bound hands. âOh, please. Yeah, Iâm gonna escape and run back to my 250 sq. ft. apartment with no hot water, no heating, and no one waiting for me that even notices Iâm gone.â
The hottie laughed softly and began to untie your hands. âAnd trust me. I wasnât hiding. I left you gifts every moment I got. However, whenever I saw you, you never had them.â After untying your hands, he gave you a sullen look. âDid you not like them?â
You rubbed your wrists and titled your head in confusion. âGifts? I never got any gifts.â
âDonât lie to me, Y/N. Iâve been leaving you gifts and small tokens for two years.â
âIâm not lying! If I had gotten anything from someone like you, I wouldâve been here two years ago.â you defended. âWhere did you leave them?â
âOn your desk at work, on your doormat, in your mailbox! I placed them everywhere you could see.â
If you werenât so hungover youâd scream your head off. âUghâŚ! Oh my fucking GodâŚâ you grumbled angrily, lightly banging your head on the corner of the box. You knew it! Your coworkers were cock-blocking you from finding true love. âAll my coworkers are conniving, evil, love-hating bitches! And my boss is a misogynistic, sexual power harasser. They probably threw those presents away when I wasnât at my desk.â
Your new boyfriendâs eyes grew dark. âWhat about your apartment?â
âUgh⌠those animals would steal chewed up gum after you spit it out. They probably stole it while I was out at work. And my mailbox got broken into 6 months after moving in. All my bills are on autopay.â
As your boyfriendâs face grew darker, his smile remained. âWell, itâs a good thing I told them you quit and got you out of that disgusting âapartmentâ.â
Your mouth dropped at his words.
âR-Really? So, my job?â
âYou donât need one. I make enough money to support 5 of you. Plus, everything you could ever want is here anyways.â
âMy apartment?â
âConsidering most of the things in your âapartmentâ came from the side of the road, just tell me and Iâll buy whatever needs replacing.â
You leaned in close. âAnd my boss?â you whispered.
He leaned in closer, both your noses touching. âDead, if you want him to be.â
Holy shit. Letâs go over the list.
He is:Â
â Hot as fuck
â Obsessive
â Tall
â Built
â Has a cute smile
â Puppy face
â Not too overbearing
â Dommy
â Willing to support your lazy piece of shit lifestyle
â Owns a home
JACKPOT!!
âThis is the BEST CHRISTMAS EVER!â you shouted, but immediately regretted it when a sharp throbbing pain pierced your head. You clutched your head, tenderly rubbing your temples.
âWoah, are you okay?â he gently asked.
âYeah, Iâm fine. Just a hangoverâŚâ you smiled wearily.
âIâll get you some water and Ibuprofen. Wait here. Donât move, okay?â
Again, you shot him a look that told him that you didnât have anywhere to go.
âOh, and uh, thanks⌠umâŚâ
âKarasuda Ren. But you can only call me Ren, okay Y/N?â
âOkay, Ren.â you smiled. He smiled back at you and headed to the kitchen. You sat in the box looking around at the beautiful home filled with Renâs things combined with the things you love. If you werenât on cloud 9 right now, you would plan a vindictive revenge plan on your job. But, now you had nothing to worry about anymore. Your wish came true and he was even cuter than you couldâve possibly imagined.
âOh!â Ren suddenly called out. âSince you might be hungover, you probably wonât be able to eat this cake I made huh?â
âHomemade cake?! I loveâ Woah?!â You shot up at just the word cake and fell out of the box and face first into the floor.
âMy love! Are you okay?â Ren asked, rushing to you with a glass of water in his hand.
âYep! Iâm okay! I forgot that my feet are also tied up sooo⌠can you help me?â
Ren laughed and helped you back on your butt and began to untie your feet. After that, he handed you the water and the bottle of Ibuprofen. Swallowing the pills dry and drinking a few gulps of water, you began to feel a little better with some water in your system now.
Just as you were about to get up, you were immediately swept off your feet and carried bridal style across the living room. You let out a tiny yelp as your head made contact with Renâs warm chest.
âW-Whatâre you doing?â
âOh. Did you think I wasnât going to hog you all to myself? Youâre my Christmas present and I intend to enjoy this day and many more with you by my side.â
You felt your face burn as you were sure your face was as red as a habanero. Well, this was your Christmas wish too. Itâs finally your time to enjoy the lovey-dovey part of this holiday.Â
Throughout the entire day, you had never felt more love and content. Despite your initial shock, you soon got used to the huge shower of affection your new boyfriend continued to give you. Karasuda Ren, while intense and possessive, showered you with affection and attention unlike anything you had experienced before. He filled you with so much cake and food, you felt like you were gonna pop.
The loneliness that had haunted you dissipated in the wake of this blooming, although unconventional, relationship, was replaced by a new sense of belonging.
As Christmas lights flickered outside, you found yourself entangled in a love both warm and intense. The hours that passed brought a mix of emotions that you could get used to feeling everyday for the rest of your life.
This was it. Your deepest Christmas wish came true. You were finally happy. Only one question was left on your mind.
âHey, so, how did you start liking me? Have we met before and I just didnât pay attention orâŚ?â
âNo, weâd never even spoken to each other. About 3 years ago on Christmas Eve, I was riding the subway on my way home when I heard a bunch of drunk people get on.â Ren grimaced just remembering the situation. âI wasnât anywhere near them, but I could smell the alcohol. I was going to change cars when I heard them start to argue with someone, I turned around and I saw you. You looked so tired and angry.â
âReally? I donât remember that.â you hummed, trying to think back.
âI was going to step in, but you had already clocked one guy in the jaw and dropped the other guy like a sack of flour.â
âOh yeah! I remember that now!â
âThat moment, I fell in love with you at first sight. It took a while to find you again, but after I did I knew in my heart that I could never ever let you go.â
âAww, thatâs so sweet, Ren! Man, I guess first impressions always stick. Kind of embarrassing that your first sighting of me was when I was drunk.â
â...You were drunk?â
âOh, I was fucking wasted. I always get smashed on Christmas Eve. Itâs kind of a tradition. I was drunk off my ass the night Santa took me too.â
â...Y/N.â
âMhm?â
âYou canât drink in front of other men. If you plan on drinking, let me know and Iâll take care of you. No one can see you drunk and vulnerable except me, okay?â
âOf course, my love! Maybe next year, you can show me where you got that kickass mulled wine from.â
âMulled wine?â
âYeah, that one you left on my doorstep. With the note.â
âI didnât leave anything on your doorstep.â
â...â
â...â
âHmm⌠maybe I should stop drinking random alcohol that appears next to meâŚâ
âY/N?!â
Bonus:
As you both were cuddled up on the couch half-asleep, watching a random Christmas movie as the fireplace crackled in the background, you were brought back to a realization. You never thanked the person that made this all possible.
You quickly got up causing Ren to jolted up at your sudden movements and stare at you wide-eyed as you made your way to his window.
âBaby, whatâre you doing?â he asked cautiously with a yawn.
âI need to probably thank the person that brought us together today.â
You collapsed your hands together and smiled up at the starry-night sky, immediately catching a glimpse of the brightest twinkling star in the sky.
âOh, you mean Santaââ
âOh, thank you Lord Gege, you are truly my savior. If I had known praying to you wouldâve gotten me results like this I wouldâve prayed sooner. You are truly the âGod of Handsome Menâ.â
âWaitâ what?â
âI will continue to support you and buy all of your merchandiseâŚâ
â...Y/N?â
âMhm?â
âAre you praying to another man? While your boyfriend is right here?â You could hear the pout in his voice, but his face screamed baby-faced yandere.
You smiled and made your way back to your spot on the sofa. âWell, Lord Gege is more like a God amongst men to me now. But, of course I had to thank him.â You softly poked Renâs puffed up cheeks. âI prayed to him the night before and he granted my wish. I am now the girlfriend to the cutest man alive!â
Ren blushed your words and decided to let your little prayer slide this time. Looks like you found the cute yandereâs weakness. Whether you decide to tease him in the future only time will tell.
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a/n: merry christmas, my trash babies~ËĘâĄÉË i know it's been a while since i've updated, but i couldn't leave the year off without a little slight yandere fic. i was planning on uploading two fics this month, but adhd brain and procrastination are praying on my downfall. so enjoy, a cute fic with a cute soft yandere for the holidays.
happy holidays~!ââęłâ˘âď¸âęłâ˘âŠâęłâ˘â
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Pranking Arata : trying to make him jealous to see how he reacts and if he cares
hmm, that sounds fun! i'll get started right away!
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giving Arata the silent treatment after he acts rude towards u
i think i may have something in the works for this kind of prompt for arata. please look forward to it!
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Bro I canât imagine the match maker being fucking PISSED seeing yami ai show up, bro literally keep saying how he wants to snatch mc up like??? I know we wanted to be like âwell it seems like thereâs no one else to chooseâŚexcept for me ;)â or something like that
early bird gets the worm~ but this is always why he's a yandere salesman and not the yandere himself ;)
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Bro I can just imagine the yanderes that werenât picked in the hot yandere singles story justâŚsticking around? Like yanderes donât give up so itâs expected thatâŚsome of them hung around. *wink wink* possible harem
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Mr. Matchmaker.... Red flag ladies and gentlemen... If a salesman is not willing to bond with you by not giving you his last name... Dump him.. (Fired him??). You deserve to have a better business partner...đĽş
his business degree is full of typos and from a defuncted college that burned down.
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Just wondering if you write nsfw?
yes, i do! if you'd like to request an anime character or one of my dere oc's, don't be afraid to leave me a request!(ă
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Plz continue writing for arata ryuu,ur writing is my favouriteeeeeâ¤
i am thinking of some ideas for our favorite tsuntsun, however, if you do want to see certain scenarios, headcanons, and/or reactions don't hesitate to ask. my INBOX is OPEN!!
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Pls more Yami Ai,,,
more is soon to come!! <3
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HOT YANDERE SINGLES NEAR YOU WAS SO DAMN GOOD!!! I randomly stumbled upon that fic and I was laughing my ass off. I really like serious yandere fics more, but your piece is a 100% an exception! I was having a scummy day, so thank you for making it better đ¤Łđ¤Ł
i'm happy you liked. tbh it was just a goofy little shitpost idea i got and started writing at 4 a.m..đđ i'm happy i could make your day better!
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yami ai [yandere] - Hot Yandere Singles Near You
synopsis: you click on a random pop-up ad and are visited by weird smiling man in suit.
genre: pure crack (like fr), fluff, tbh there's not really a plot
word count: 4.4k
warnings: implied stalking
Isnât insomnia just the worst? Like, seriously? Whatâs the point of being a human being with antiquated thoughts and impressive cognitive and motor skills when your brain fights you on the most basic stuff. For example, like sleeping!!
You mustâve refreshed YouTube and Twitter over a thousand times. Over 8 billion people in the world and thereâs no new content anywhere? You groaned and jumped back over onto Twitter, silently praying and pleading for something new to show up on your feed. Maybe a wacky billionaire got eaten by a mob of homeless people or maybe a news article about a Floridian doing something gross and outrageous and virtually impossible.
But nope. Nothing.
Not a single thing piqued your interest. You groaned again and looked at the time on your dimly lit phone. It was past 2 a.m. and you were bored out of your mind. You then lazily clicked on Google and sighed.
âMaybe someone posted a new fanfic over somethingâŚâ you hoped. And even if there wasnât a new fic uploaded youâll just read the old ones you favorited. Perhaps reading something might put you to sleep.
As you were scrolling through your favorite ship tags, you were startled by a pop up ad covering up 90% of the screen and flashing emojis.
âUgh⌠seriously?â you groaned. âThey should make ad-blockers on phones for this shit.â You squinted at the bright lettering emanating from your phone even though it was at the lowest brightness setting.
â ď¸(99+) Hot Yandere Singles NEAR YOUâ ď¸
YandereâsâŚ? Singles? Near me?
The pop-up ad had flashing peach, cherry, and eggplant emojis with a water splash emoji at the end to signify⌠well, youâre not sure what it was trying to signify. On the sides of the ad, it showed pictures of very gorgeous men and women, all striking suggestive poses. Underneath the title was a small summary that read. âThese lonely desperate yanderes wanna meet you! Theyâll most likely find you anyway, but wouldnât you rather be the honey to a bee instead of a fly? Try it NOW for FREE!! No hookups! No catfishes! No sign ups!â Then below that were a few empty boxes to fill out requiring your personal information.
"..."
Was this a porn ad?!
No way at 2:45 in the freaking morning did you just get a porn pop-up ad while googling mafia au fanfiction. This has to be some kind of joke. Maybe it was prank and someone was just fucking with you. And how and why would there be 99+ yanderes in your area?! You couldnât be surrounded by that many psychos. Could you? Whatever the case may be, it was now past 2 a.m. and as the rule of life states âNothing good happens after 2 a.m.â. You donât know if it was the lack of sleep or just reckless curiosity, but you gave your shoulders a shrug and mumbled a âfuck itâ as you put in your information. Your name, number, gender, age, preferred sex, email, and mailing address. As you clicked submit and continued scrolling, you gave very little thought about how this would go down.
On one hand, the ad turns out to be real and you get a partner out of this.
Or
You get quartered, stalked, doxxed, and murdered like the dumbass you are for putting your personal info into a sketchy porno-like pop-up on Google.
Or, it turns out to be a prank and some asshole sitting in a basement has a good laugh at you.
Meh. Youâll deal with it in the morning.
*****
You were jolted awake with the sound of rapid knocking coming from your front door. You groaned into your pillow as you tried to ignore the person desperately wanting your attention from outside your apartment. You finally got some sleep only for it to get interrupted. Only minutes and minutes of continued knocking without any signs of letting up, you decide to get up and shoo away whoever it was. You wearily grabbed your phone to check the time.
8:02 a.m.
You huffed as you stormed towards the front door.
âIf this a fucking Jehovaâs Witness, I swear to godâŚâ you grumbled. You swung open the door and threw the person a harsh glare, only to be met with popping sounds as confetti flew in your face.
âGood morning, my dear darling~!! Are you ready to begin on the road to happiness and love?â the stranger shouted a far too happy tone for 8 in the morning.
You took a step back in shock, fully awake as you waved and dusted the confetti from your face and hair. You looked the strange man up and down. He was smiling ear to ear and wore an expensive looking suit to warm for the summer weather. A briefcase stood right beside him along with dozens of other party poppers and a white plastic bag filled with brown bottles with oddly enough no labels on them. You looked at the manâs face. He was surprisingly attractive and without a single flaw anywhere. His hair was jet black and shined a very prominent gloss. You were honestly kind of embarrassed to be seen by him when you looked like such a mess. The man let out a chuckle.
âOh my.â he said, gently putting his hand over his mouth with vague concern. âI hope I didnât startle you too much. I probably shouldâve sent you an email notifying you of the time I was coming. Iâm sorry that mustâve been a troubling awakening.â
You quirked your eyebrow and took another step back, grabbing onto the doorknob so that you could slam it right in his face if things got too weird.
âAnd⌠you are?â
âOh my, oh my. Where are my manners? How careless of me to assume.â The man bowed with a curtsy. âI am the âMatchmakerâ. My job is to pair two people with their fated soulmate and give each of my clients their happily ever after. Itâs very nice to meet you, (Y/N) (L/N).â
You felt a chill crawl down your spine. Howâd this weirdo know your name?! You tried to close the door as fast as you could, but the âMatchmakerâ was even faster. He clicked his tongue at you, his smile unchanging, but his eyes seemed to harden his gentle tone.
âMy, how rude. Is that any way to treat a guest?â He let out another chuckle. âYouâll never find love that way.â
âH-How did you know my name?â you stuttered.
Again, another chuckle. What was so funny? âMy dear~. You gave it to me.â
What the hell was he talking about? How could you have given this creep your name? Was he a stalker? A junkie? Noticing the confusion on your face, the man spoke up again.
âOh my dear. Do you really not remember?â he asked, tilting his head in feign innocence. âYou filled out an ad to meet singles in your area. And here I am, coming to fulfill that ad.â
You eased up on the tension you had on the door and tilted your head in surprised confusion. âThat was a real ad?â
The man stood up tall and smiled earnestly again. âOf course. However, you are the first person to actually fill out that ad. Really, this is more of a celebration to both of us.â
Huh, so the pop-up ad was real.
Not a prank.
And now thereâs a psycho standing at your front door promising you a partner from an actual yandere.
âI honestly thought it was a prank. I mean⌠yanderes? Isnât that just an anime thing?â
âOh, I assure you my darling.â he said with a snide smirk. âYanderes are real. And when they heard about signing up, it was like tossing chicken in a sea of alligators. All clamoring to be the first person to take a bite.â
Okay, gross but kind of sweet.
âMay I come in?â
âHuh?â
âWell, my dear. It would be easier to come in and talk through the process of how this goes instead of standing here.â
âOh, um⌠Suuuree-â
âGreat! My my darling~. What a lovely home. Very well decorated.â The man quickly strided into your house and made himself comfortable in your living room, looking as if he was analyzing every detail about your house.
Richard Chase wouldâve loved your dumbass.
You shut the door and followed him into your own apartment and offered him a seat on your couch. Might as well, right? Youâve gone this far and you're still alive.
âUmmâŚâ you hesitantly shifted from one foot to another. âDo you⌠um⌠want some coffee maybe? Or tea? Maybe a glass of water? If you haven;t eaten breakfast yet, I whip you up something.â
Yeah, sure. Feed the man with only a title for a name and waltzed right into your house after showing up after you put in your personal information into a random pop-up ad at 3 a.m. promising you a happy life with hot single yanderes in your area. You are the pinnacle of human genius. The apex of natural selection. The creme de la creme of common sense. Charles Darwin would be so impressed.
âHow thoughtful. Just coffee would be fine. Thank you.â
After brewing a quick pot, you sat across from the man facing him heads on and gently slid him his steaming cup. After a while of taking little sips in weird silence, he spoke up again.
âBefore we continue, Iâd just like to say: Thank you so much for applying for this wonderful opportunity!! Not many people would click on an ad requiring doxxing information to meet their soulmates! Again, congrats on being our number one willing client!â
âWilling client?â you asked.
âWell, of course! For some reason, humans seem to really love the idea of a yandere until thereâs one standing on their front porch!â he laughed.
âHumans? Iâm sorry. Are you not human, MrâŚ?â
âAh ah! No need for formalities! Just âThe Matchmakerâ or simply âMatchmakerâ.
âOh, so⌠you donât have a true name? Or is that just a title?â
âOh darling~.â he sang sweetly. âThatâs none of anyoneâs fucking business, is it?â
Your eyes widened and let out a nervous chuckle. âOkay, got it! Just Matchmaker. Lovely name. Adore it. In fact, I love when strange mysterious men only give a title for a name.â What the hell does that even mean? You had no idea what you were saying anymore.
âHeh, smart cookie.â He winked. âShall we begin?â
âUm, yeah, so⌠how does this work exactly?â you finally asked.
âSimple, my dear darling. Think of this as an ordinary matchmaking appointment. I have a stack of potential soulmates all ready to meet you. I have the same information about them that I also have of you. Each potential soulmate also has a picture so if you donât really feel up to meeting face-to-face just yet you can look over the picture and see who captures your heart.â
âFace-to-face? So these guys have my picture too?â
âOf course! And might I say, those pictures donât do you justice. In all my years in this business, Iâve never seen such an obsession and overload of potential soulmates for just one person.â
You lightly blushed. âI-I donât know about that⌠I barely got any sleep last night so I probably look like a zombie right nowâŚâ
âAu contraire, Darling. You look absolutely stunning. If I werenât such a professional I would burn all these forms and claim you as my one and only~.â
You felt your entire face flush red as the Matchmaker pierced your soul with his longing gaze. It felt like he was staring into your very essence â like he could read you like a book. You nervously cleared your throat and shifted your eyes away, hoping to bring down your blush.
âS-So! Um⌠should we get started?â you stuttered, internally kicking yourself for being so easily flustered by a couple of smooth words. Ted Bundy wouldâve had a field day with your dumbass.
âReady whenever you are, my dear.â The Matchmaker set his briefcase on your coffee table and pulled out a single form and slid it over towards you. âLetâs start off with an easy one.â
You looked at the form along with the picture of a very attractive man paperclipped to the paper. According to the form, his name is Hamazawa Akita. He was in his early 20âs, had a varying array of hobbies from hiking to scuba diving, and was very much in love with you.
âWell, what do you think?â
âHm, well, heâs very cute. And very active.â
âWould you like to meet him?â
âUm, sure⌠is there a number I could call orâŚ?â
âNo need! We can bring him in right now.â The Matchmaker snapped his fingers and you whipped your head towards the front door where Akita strolled in, all smiles. You looked back over the Matchmaker. âDid I not lock my door? Wait. More importantly, howâd he get here?!â
The Matchmaker smiled. âMy dear, when youâre in this business you pick up a few tricks.â He then turned his attention towards Akita who now stood in the middle of the living room. âNo. 1 would you like to introduce yourself?â
Akita stood tall and his eyes seemed to beam directly at you. âMy name is Hamazawa Akita. Ever since I saw your picture Iâve dreamed about sweeping you off your feet and claiming you all to myself!â
âSo, like 8 hours ago?â
âYes!! But those hours feel like years when being away from you.â
âHmm.â
âSo, what do you think? Are you feeling the butterflies?â
You looked up Akita up and down and your face twisted as if youâre deciding on whether or not to buy a car or a piece of clothing.
âUm, to be honest my guy. Iâm not feeling it.â
âHuh?â
âExcuse me, my darling?â
âWeeeelllllâŚ. I mean, donât get me wrong! Youâre very attractive and your words are sweet, but I donât think I believe any of it. Like, you just admitted to wanting me all to yourself only 8 hours ago, but I donât really feel anything. Not even a shiver.â
The Matchmaker and Akita both looked at each other like they werenât really expecting that. With a quick wave of his hand, Akita slumped his shoulders and headed towards your front door. You shouted out an apology as the dejected suitor walked out.
âWell, I didnât expect that. I donât normally get such competent clients. At least those that get past kicking and screaming.â The Matchmaker grinned. You shrugged.
âI guess I just know what I like. All the anime Iâve watched kind of gives you that high standard of what makes a yandere a real yandere, yâknow?â
He nodded. âI cannot agree more. Well, we have plenty more where that came from. Shall we continue?â
*****
Papers were strewn across your coffee table in an unorganized fashion as both you and your estranged guest were tired beyond belief. You had no idea how many hours had passed nor how many guests were in and out of your apartment. Youâre honestly surprised none of your neighbors complained or called the police. Your apartment wouldâve looked like a clown car if anyone had been watching from the outside. You honestly lost count after No. 256. You let out another yawn and laid on your side trying your best to keep your eyes open. Maybe 2 hours of sleep wasnât enough for the multiple interviews you had to conduct today. Maybe your 9th grade biology teacher was right. Maybe you are going to die alone. A weary sigh brought you from your thoughts.
âMy, my. You are definitely the most high standard client Iâve ever had. I didnât think weâd get to the triple digits in just one day.â
You also sighed and sat up in your seat. âI know. Iâm sorry. Itâs just⌠All these guys are cute and all, but theyâre all lacking something. Theyâre either too forceful or not forceful enough. Too wimpy or too strong. Or too obsessed or just incredibly so lovesick that I feel like theyâd fall in love with just about anyone whoâd be willing. Ugh, why canât this be simpler like adopting an animal?â You groaned. You also hadnât thought this would take this long. You didnât really think of yourself as having high standards until today. Until today, youâd be happy with anyone close to you in age and with a heartbeat. Who knew picking out a yandere soulmate would be so challenging. And who knew that thereâd be so many willing participants!
The Matchmaker reached into his briefcase and pulled another stack of forms and slid them over to you. There must be at least over a hundred papers in front of you. How did he have so many?!
âHow about we switch things up, hm? Youâll look over the papers and when you see someone that catches your eye, Iâll bring him in.â He made it sound like you were adopting a dog or a cat. But if this made it go any faster, you were willing to try.
After about 3 more stacks of papers, you were starting to lose hope and patience. When you got to the last few papers, you stopped dead in your tracks. Woah baby!
âWoah baby!â you exclaimed.
âDid you find someone you like?â The Matchmaker asked hopefully.
âOh yeah. This guy.â You showed him the paper. He furrowed his brows a little.
âAre you sure? I donât think I remember this man. His name and face donât seem familiar.â
âReally? Maybe heâs a late entry or something?â
Matchmaker stroked his chin in thought. âIâll go check it out. Be right back, dear. Iâm very sorry for this inconvenience.â
You waved off his apology with a smile and he left your apartment. You then leaned back with a groan. You just wanted to find your âsoulmateâ or whatever and move on with this day. You closed your eyes for a second and waited patiently for Matchmaker to come back.
Tap tap tap
Just like deja vu, you were awoken by rapid knocking. Except this time it wasnât coming from your front door.
Tap tap tap tap
It sounds like itâs coming from⌠your window?
Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap
You quickly got up and walked towards your window and opened it.
âWoah!â You jumped back a little as you were met face to face with the man that you had picked out and that the Matchmaker went to go find.
âWow⌠heâs even cuter in person!!â
He let out a delicious chuckle and gave you a charming smile.
âI didnât mean to scare you, darling~. Hehe, though I think that fear in your eyes was worth it. So adorable~.â
For the second time today, a complete weirdo stranger has made you blush. WaitâŚ
âWait! I donât have a balcony and Iâm on the third floor. Howâd you-?â You peeked over the window to see if he was pulling a Criss Angel.
âI have incredible grip strength~.â he winked.
âOooh Iâm sure~.â you swooned. For a weirdo, he was a smooth talking weirdo.
âOh, I got these for you, sweetheart~.â He pulled himself up and sat on your windowsill and pulled out a bouquet of roughly cut flowers from behind him. You gasped and grabbed them, giving them a smell.
âThese are my favorite!! How did you know? I donât think that was one of the pieces of info required for the Matchmaker.â you asked.
The stranger chuckled. âEasy. I never filled out that stupid application.â
You looked up from your flowers and titled your head like a confused puppy.
âI already know everything about you. I donât need a stupid piece of paper to tell me what I already know about you. Like, how I know that you have secret sweets hidden all throughout your room. Or that whenever you have a good day you love to sing Stray Kids.â
He inched closer to you as you backed up further into the room.
âYou wonât eat frozen pizza, but every so often you eat a lobster roll from a food truck from Gary on Main St.. You have life destroying evidence of your boss that youâre planning on using on your last day. Youâve seen the Barbie movie 5 times. AndâŚâ
You felt your legs hit the couch and tried to keep yourself from falling onto your back like a defenseless turtle.
âYour favorite anime is⌠Dar-â You quickly covered the strangerâs mouth with a furious blush.
âI only watch it ironically!! I donât love it! Itâs not my favorite!â you quickly clarified. The gravity of the situation was made perfectly clear after that. This man really knew all about you. Honestly, youâre so loud that youâre pretty sure that people on the ground outside could hear you singing. And you donât really pay attention to your surroundings so it's easy for someone to know that you eat from a food truck every other week at specific times. But, knowing your favorite secretly watched anime?
âW-Who⌠are you?â you stuttered. Youâre pretty sure you already knew the answer.
He laughed and you felt his lips brush against your fingers. You blushed and tried to pull back, only to be stopped by his hands.
âSweetie~. You already know who I am.â He grabbed the paper from the stack and put it next to his face. âSee? Iâm Yami Ai. Your soulmate.â
Before you could even process what was happening, you were gently pushed onto the couch with Yami hovering over you holding your hands beside your head. You couldnât stop the blush erupting from your neck to your face. Your heart was beating way too fast and your stomach felt jumpy and queasy. Butterflies.
You cleared your throat. âUm⌠so, if you didnât fill out a form then how come The Matchmaker had your profile and picture? And why didnât you use the front door?â
Yami smirked and leaned in closer. âItâs pretty simple to pull off when your apartment does security checks on new guests entering the building.â
âBut, my apartment doesnâtââ you stopped. âOoooh⌠So you impersonated a security guard, slipped your profile and info into his briefcase, and were planning on showing up as one of the potential singles? Thatâs⌠convoluted. But, smart.â You shrugged. âAnd since you obviously knew which floor I was on and which window was mine, I assume youâve been watching me for a while and were watching me last night when I couldnât sleep?â
Yami laughed again. âYou are so smart~. You really catch on quickly, donât you?â
You shrugged again with a nervous smile. âW-Well, obviously not smart enough to not put in my personal info and have strange men come in and out of my apartment.â
Yami was quick to turn his gentle smile into a hard, harsh frown. His grip on your wrists grew tighter and you winced under the force he placed in you.
âYou know, my darling. Itâs partially my fault. If I hadnât backed out and taken you that night, youâd never be in this situation. With those men eyeing you up and down like you were theirs. Having that smiling freak calling you âdearâ and âdarlingâ when only I can call you that. I was planning on getting rid of the competition, but you did that for me.â
Yami loosened his grip and lifted you up, staring into your eyes. You blushed again.
âRejection after rejection. Some guys didnât even get 2 words out before you turned away. Of course my darling would only want the most perfect man. Isnât that right, darling~?â
âHehehe~â you leaned in with a giggle. âYouâre so sweet~.â
You are such a baby for flattery.
*****
âMy dear darling, Iâm so very sorry for the inconvenience. I didnât mean to be gone for so long, but I could not find this person youââ Matchmaker explained, rushing in and stopping dead in his tracks when he saw both you and Yami, the man who left 30 minutes ago to go find, eating breakfast in the living room.
Sitting in his lap.
And feeding each other.
âOh! Matchmaker!â you exclaimed, quickly swallowing your food. You didnât notice Yami tightening his grip on your waist nor did you notice the cold glare and tense atmosphere enveloping the room. âLook who I found~.â
âI seeâŚâ he said hesitantly.
âHe climbed up the building and came in through the window.â
âMy~. How romantic~.â he sang. âSo, I take it that you are satisfied with your soulmate? Or⌠do you wish to continue searching?â he asked teasingly. Before Yami could say anything, you quickly spoke again.
âYep! Iâm sure.â You ruffled Yamiâs hair and nuzzled up against him. âI wouldnât trade him for anyone else.â Yami hugged you closer to his chest as you giggled. âPlus, he makes the most amazing breakfast in the world, so extra points!â you cheered. You reached out towards the Matchmakerâs briefcase.
âHere you go! I put all the papers back in for you.â
Matchmaker quickly walked over and grabbed his briefcase along with your hand. âWell, my dear. Itâs been an honor. You are truly the most remarkable and memorable client I have ever had.â he said with a bow and made his way towards the door. However, before leaving he chuckled and looked back at the both of you. âAlthough, itâs a shame,â he sighed. âMaybe if I had stayed, I wouldâve snatched you up myself.â
And with a final loud laugh, The Matchmaker disappeared, but not before Yami stood up to lounge and attack the fleeting man like a guard dog. You snorted and caressed his face to calm him down. âRelax, Yami. Heâs just joking.â
âWell, I hated his joke. Fuckinâ freakâŚâ he grumbled. âAnd itâs Ai. Youâre mine now. You should get used to calling each other by our first names.â
You smiled and leaned against him. âOkay, Ai. Whatever you say.â
âAnd if a man comes to the door, never EVER answer it, got it!â
âMhm.â
âIâm serious, darling. Iâll gouge their eyes out right in front of you.â
âYes sir.â
The rest of your life was going to be very interesting. Suck it, Ms. Braxton. I guess youâre the one dying alone. Because you have a yandere boyfriend! And she has gonorrhea. Bitch.
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a/n: this is so shit. i'm so sorry that i've been MIA for a while. work has been pretty crazy and i haven't really felt much motivated to write. however, i'm trying to get back into it now. with this goofy shit. kind of a joke piece, but i needed to write something silly and not serious at all to relax. (also i've been writing since 4 a.m., so...) anyways, i'm going to try and update regulary or at least post something.
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Yandere: hey, would you date me if I was skinny?
IDGF darling: Iâd fuck you now. Also how did you get into my house??
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