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Yandere Fashion Designer x reader

While visiting your favorite fashion designer, something seemed off. He seemed off. More panicky, more scrambled than usual. Why? Where was that cool and calm collected Antonio? Well, he was right behind you.

Warnings: People pleasing, forced isolation, panicked motions, kidnapping, deranged thoughts, extreme paranoia, guilty conscious, extreme self-neglect, locked doors, locked windows, paranoia, very minor violence, chloroform wipes, slight guilt-tripping, paranoid thoughts

You knocked on his door, the rain downpouring on you and your raincoat. That's all the weather ever was nowadays. Just rain and more rain. Which meant that little mister fashion designer was cooped up in his office all day. "Antonio! If you don't open the door, I'm gonna break in through your window!" You yelled, knocking on his door again as you tapped your foot. Finally, you heard some shuffling around. Took him long enough! As the door opened, you were met with a very disheveled Antonio. His blonde hair was a complete mess, a pencil stuck in it. Or maybe it was originally behind his ear. His eyes were wide yet the bags under them were heavy. His shirt was unbuttoned, and a tape measure hung around his neck with his sleeves rolled up.

"Y/n! I uh... I didn't expect you to come over." He said nervously, attempting to fix his messy hair, which just made it worse. You looked him over, cringing at his state of mind and appearance. You reached a hand up, pulling out a cut piece of silk out of his hair. "Yeah... completely unrelated question... how much sleep have you been getting? And have you seen what grass looks like?" You jokingly asked, which received a glare from your friend. "Haha. Very funny. Now, did you come here because you missed me, or did you come here to belittle me?" He questioned, leaning against the door with his arm. That brought a smile to your face. At least he hadn't completely lost it.

You jokingly punched his arm, letting yourself in as you took your raincoat off. "There's that sass! Was starting to think you had completely lost it in here." Antonio rolled his eyes, shutting the door and locking it as he moved past you towards the kitchen. "Don't mind the mess. I've been working on a new spring collection, so I haven't had time to properly clean." He said, moving towards his kettle to make some tea. You noticed the messy state of his usually clean house. Papers scattered across the floor, fabric loosely thrown around, and some books collecting dust. His window blinds were shut, and his door had gotten a new lock now that you looked at it. It looked like it had several new locks now.

"Hey, uh... buddy?" You started, taking a seat at the kitchen counter. The state of his kitchen wasn't much better either. You knew he wasn't a hoarder. And it didn't look like that either. It looked like somebody's mental state. "What's uh... what's with the new locks on the door? Worried somebody's gonna come and snatch your stuff?" You somewhat jokingly said, which immediately caused him to slam down the kettle and turn around. "Snatch who? Snatch what? I'm not paranoid. You're the paranoid one! I'm completely sane. Stop accusing me of things you have no evidence of." He rambled, a crazed look in his eyes before he took in a deep breath. "Sorry. I've been on edge lately. Guess being cooped up in my office hasn't been the best, huh?" He laughed, turning back around to finish making tea.

Well, that was weird. He never had outbursts like that. Was his mental state okay? You awkwardly laughed it off with him, but your mind was preoccupied. Eventually, he poured you both some tea, sitting down himself. "I guess nerves haven't done well for me. I keep thinking this new collection will flop." He said, trying to excuse his sudden outburst. You frowned, setting a hand on his as he sipped his tea. "Yeah, I get that. But don't dress so much, okay?" You said, giving him a smile before sipping your own tea. He smiled back, taking in a deep breath before standing up. "Would you like to see the collection?" He asked, which earned a nod from you. You stood up, following him out of the kitchen and up the stairs to his office. As he opened the door, you were met with multiple fashion dummies, beautiful clothes hanging on them.

"With all the rain, I thought I'd make my spring collection rain themed." He said casually, looking at the designs he made. You slowly touched them, feeling the soft fabric. You could tell he put a lot of work into what he made and that he wasn't like most fast fashion companies who just threw something cheap out and then moved on. There was actual skill in these outfits. You always knew he was talented. He always had been talented. But this, actually feeling and seeing his work up close, really showed you, his skill. "This is fantastic." You mumbled, looking back at him with awe. You kept forgetting that he could just make things like this out of thin air. "Antonio this dress with the glitter is amazing! And it doesn't even feel grimy and gross! How did you even manage this-" You started, but as you turned around; he was gone.

"Antonio? Buddy? Where'd you go?" You asked, peeking your head out the doorway as you looked around the corner. Where did he go? You decided to wait a little longer, maybe he had to use the bathroom, or take an important phone call from his boss! But he always told you if he was going somewhere, even if he was going to go open a window because the house was stuffy. After about 15 minutes of waiting, you were getting worried. You needed to go find him. You left the room, venturing down the hallway to try to and find your beloved fashion designer. But something looked different. The windows. They were locked.

You walked over to the window, attempting to open the big window where his book corner/think station was. But it wouldn't open. "Antonio? What's wrong with your windows?" You called out, but no answer came. No calm and warming voice to soothe your fears. You walked downstairs, and the same thing happened. The windows were locked. And that mega lock door? Sealed nice and tight. Fuck it. You needed to leave. Maybe this was just a new way of saying his social battery was gone and he needed some space. "Antonio I'm gonna go home now. I'll see you tomorrow?" As you turned around to try and pry the locked door open, a cloth was suddenly shoved against your nose and mouth, and two strong arms wrapped around you.

"No. No, you can't leave." A familiar voice said, and you knew it was Antonio. "I have done everything to make you want to be with me. What am I doing wrong?" He asked, his voice shaky as he started to laugh. "Is this house not quiet enough? Do I scare you? Is my job too demanding? I promise I'll make you a whole collection. I'll make all your clothes for you! Would that be enough!?" You were starting to lose unconscious, and it was too late to fight him now. How had you not seen the signs? The locked doors, the people pleasing over the past few weeks, the begging for you to stay longer. You just chalked it up to him being lonely and scared. But you should've know.

Your eyes slowly closed, and your body went limp in his arms. You didn't know where you would end up after you woke up. But something in your gut told you, you wouldn't be leaving any time soon.

"I'll keep you safe. I promise. I'll make you so happy, so loved, so cherished, you'll never want to leave. I'm sorry it had to come to this. But I love you too much. Forgive me."

[der7py]

Hi I'm still alive and making the oneshots, but I'm just rebranding Lance Dustbin. His new name will be Anonio Sanchez, no he is not related to Damian. But they are in the same universe. Anyways that's all

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I am working on the kidnapping oneshots, but which yandere do you want first?

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How the hell did Damien get married 42 TIMES???

It is implied in the story that Damien kills his spouse a few days after their wedding. I might be willing to explain is anyone asks about it

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Y'all ready to get kidnapped by the yanderes in the next few coming days? 😀

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Yandere Ceo x reader

Damien Sanchez. Easily one of the world'overs biggest ceo owners ever, owning nearly over 50 companies, and being married over 42 different times since he was 18. It was no shocker. He was incredibly crude and stuck up to all of his employees. But he's more soft towards you, little butterfly.

Warnings: Mature language, age gap, implied murder, work abuse, unfair amount of power in the work field, degradation, Slight babying if you squint, unfair treatment, favoritism

Working for the Damien Sanchez was definitely an opportunity you didn't want to pass! Even if all former and current employees were strongly advising against it.

You worked as a receptionist in one of his companies on the first floor. Apparently, each floor was something completely different than the last! But it was advised in the rules you mind your own business on your own floor.

You barely ever saw the boss. But it was fine! You made bank as a receptionist, so running into the boss wasn't really any of your concern. He probably wasn't even that bad!

That was until you heard a strong voice yelling at another employee from the 5th floor.

Apparently, his coffee wasn't brewed right, and that warranted him firing the employee on the spot. Soon, the elevator made a ding, and the big man himself stomped right over to you. You could've sworn all of the employees scattered like rats.

"You! Yes, you! Go brew me a dark coffee. None of that sweet stuff now get going or so help me god I'll fire you too!" You immediately ran to the closet coffee maker to make it for him. You had bills to pay!

You rushed back over with his coffee, where he was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. You were surprised you didn't spill it everywhere, or fall straight on your face the way you practically threw it in his hands.

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He sipped his coffee, clearly taking his time while you squirmed under his gaze. Jesus, he really was intimidating with how fast your job could be on the line. "Mm... good job. What's your name?" He asked, raising a brow at you and your squirming figure. You immediately straightened up, letting out a silent sigh of relief. "Y/n Mr. Sanchez!" He nodded his head, snapping his fingers as he drank more of his coffee. "How unique. Anyways, you're moving up in the ranks, kid. 10th floor as my new assistant, get your bags." Without another word, he walked to the elevator and took it all the way back up.

Holy shit. Holy shit! Did you just get promoted?! This job was even better than what you thought! You wasted no time packing everything up and running to the elevator, a big grin on your face. You were eating good this week! As you checked your phone to tell your friends and family the good news, you forgot you had an article about your boss pulled up.

It was no surprise to anyone that your boss had been married 42 different times. You did admire him for his pull game, but figured he had bad luck. Maybe they were all gold diggers! But apparently, people had theories of what really was happening. All of his spouses mysteriously disappeared a few days after Damien and his newly wed spouse got married. Then he'd get all the inheritance money and whatever companies they owned, considering all 42 were rich. Some people were theorizing, he murdered them. Man people were crazy with their conspiracy theories.

But you remembered you never did see the old assistant leave the building.

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He liked how eager you were to take the new position as his assistant. Maybe you wouldn't fuck up as much as his old assistant. The old bastard could barely make a coffee for him.

You took your new role very seriously, and he appreciated that about you. Even if the other employees picked on you for being relatively young. They all disappeared anyway.

Over the few weeks, he found himself drawn to you. You were his little butterfly. So full of life unlike the other scum in all of his companies.

He made sure to be extra careful and lenient with you. Oh, you accidentally misfiled an extremely important file? Oh, it's fine, darling. He used to make that mistake all the time.

Oh, you spilled coffee on his brand new outfit? It's fine, little butterfly, he has the same outfit 5 times just in case.

But anytime, any other employee dare make a mistake as little as dropping a staple while he was walking? Fired immediately. What were they thinking? Idiots.

You never noticed how much more soft he was with you. And he was determined to keep it that way. He didn't want you getting hurt over any special treatment you definitely might be receiving.

He felt alive with you. Hell! Sometimes, he upped your pay just because you smiled at him! You really were a precious angel that needed to be protected. A butterfly with delicate wings.

Just quit researching about his past spouses' disappearances, or else he'll have to clip those pretty little wings before you fly too far and find out what really happened.

[der7py]

Alright I'm doing one more yandere, and then I'm gonna start working on more scenarios

Choose wisely

[der7py]

Yandere Radio host x reader

Victor Rodriguez was the most popular radio host there was to date! He had late night talks shows, was always on the evening and morning radio, and was super charismatic! Only problem? He didn't have a co-star. But you'd make a lovely co-star.

Warnings: Mature language, addresses being leaked (only to yandere), stalking, car tampering, hero complex, mentions of abusive households

You swear that Victor was always on the air! Day and night, on every station. You could've sworn nobody listened to radio anymore! But apparently, with this new hotshot, everybody did now.

It's not that you disliked the man. He didn't do anything wrong. Surprisingly, unlike other radio hosts, he wasn't that boastful. But you were just sick of hearing him all the damn time.

Eventually, you tuned in (your friends wanted you to listen to him for once), and you made the mistake of accidentally calling in.

"Hello, this is Victor Rodriguez speaking! Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?" Oh wow, he answered the radio like it was just a normal contact in his phone!

You two had a surprising, really meaningful conversation! He didn't talk over you, poke fun at you for his listeners, and actually remembered things about you in the short time you talked.

You actually emailed him (he has a work email), and he responded back! You two emailed for a bit before exchanging numbers since you had made plans to hang out with him!

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Shit! You were running late! Your car just wouldn't start, and now you don't even know if he's still there. But before you could call a mechanic, a black car pulled into your driveway, and a very concerned Victor immediately jumped out of his car. "Are you okay? You didn't show up for a while, and I was worried if you got into an accident!" You felt your face heat up and start to turn pink. No man had ever done what he did. Usually, they just got impatient and left at the first minute. But Victor... he actually went looking for you. To make sure you were safe.

"Yeah sorry, my car just won't fucking start." You explained, pointing at your car which was a pretty old model. Victor cocked his head, peering into the car, before looking back at you. "You got tools so we can pop the hood up? Maybe it's the engine." What happened next you had no control over. It was magic even. You opened the hood, grabbed a toolbox out of your garage, and handed it to him. In the next 30 minutes, he had fixed whatever problem your car had.

Victor turned back to look at you with a goofy smile, and you swore your heart was moving a mile too fast. "All done! But the ice cream parlor is probably closing by now. Do you wanna just hang out here?" He asked, and you nodded your head immediately. It was surprisingly a really nice day with him! You both had a cookout, lounged in the sun, and even had a water balloon fight. You were having so much fun, you let one thing slip your mind.

How the hell did he know where you lived.

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Okay, so maybe he has every caller's address show to him and only him so he can stay safe. It's not his fault! He didn't know if his step-dad was still looking for him.

After he ran away from his abusive household (promising his mother and little siblings, he'd come back and save them from his step-dad's wrath), he immediately got picked up from a small radio station who needed a new radio host after the last one quit.

Clearly, he was better than what he expected because now he had worked his way up to the top radio station and was on nearly every channel!

So when you called in, he just expected a regular old caller, like always. But you... you were different. You actually talked to him. You made him feel alive in a way he didn't know was possible.

So he may have copied your address down just in case he needed to give you a surprise visit, but hey, who's really paying attention? Not him, and apparently not you either cause you did not have a care in the world when he showed up at your house.

You didn't even know that your car was perfectly fine the night before. But it's okay! Because he got to come to the rescue when your car wouldn't start! Even if he was the one who fucked up your engine so he could play hero.

But it's fine! Cause you didn't care, and let him play the hero. You let him be your savior! And that was perfect for him. You were perfect.

Just let him keep playing the hero. You need a hero in this world with someone as perfect as you. Just keep tuning in, and let him save you.

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Yandere Gardner x reader

Bonnie Dubois, the friendly neighborhood Gardner who was quiet and easily spooked. But you always did your best to be friendly to little ole' Bonnie. It wasn't hard to be friendly to them. They always found a way to please you. It's like they knew how to.

Warnings: Major anxiety, people pleasing, being taken advantage of, anxiety attack, childhood trauma, neglect, guilt-tripping, worship(not in a religious sense), obsession, mentions of thoughts of self harm(implied thoughts)

Bonnie Dubois, the friendly yet easily spooked Gardner. Everyone adored them, even if they tried to avoid everyone because of their anxiety.

When you first moved to the neighborhood, you were always so confused about why everytime you tried to talk to them, they'd squeak and hide in their hundreds of flowers.

When you got invited to a party by one of the neighbors, you asked about them, wondering why they always hid from you.

You were somewhat relieved to hear from one of Bonnie's friends that they did that to everyone, and you just had to get to know them first.

But still, why were they so jumpy in general? No person was usually that spooked were they? You needed to know.

Over time, you slowly became friends with them, leaving them gifts of potted plants, their favorite pastries (you had to ask around), and always making an effort to include them in activities you've made.

Eventually, they weren't as jumpy around you, and they made for good conversation. Even if they were always speaking so quietly, you were convinced that they only spoke in whispers.

You started to notice they were a big people pleaser, always doing tasks for others, no matter how big they were. It was concerning, to say the least. You always tried to get them to relax, but they always said they were fine.

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"Bonnie, you have to take care of yourself. You're always taking care of others but not yourself." You said with a sigh, sipping your tea as Bonnie scurried around their kitchen, trying to find extra Bobby pins. Their neighbor Sarah had a little girl who was in dance class, yet they didn't have enough Bobby pins to pin up her hair. So naturally, she asked the neighborhood biggest people pleaser. It pissed you off knowing how most people in this town took advantage of your friend.

"N-no, it's okay! Really, I don't mind-" "Sit." Bonnie gulped, setting down one of their boxes as they sat across from them. You were determined to get to the bottom of this. "Seriously, what's wrong?" You asked, but immediately regretted it as they started to sob their poor eyes out to you.

"I-I'm sorry...! I-I j-just feel so useless when I can't help...! Please don't leave me...!" They begged, holding your arm tightly as they sobbed into your hand. God, you felt awful. You held Bonnie in your arms, rocking them back and forth with a soothing hum.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to upset you. We don't have to talk about it." You whispered, which seemed to calm your crying friend down. They sniffled, rubbing their eyes as they looked up at you. The look in their emerald eyes was enough to shatter you as you quickly held them even tighter. "I promise... I won't ever leave you."

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You might as well have sealed your fate as soon as you said that. Because something in Bonnie's mind snapped as soon as you said that to them.

After they were done crying, they shakily explained to you the neglectful childhood they had endured and how they thought if they just did everything that needed to be done and more, maybe their parents would pay attention to them.

It was heartbreaking to hear, and you vowed to help them not be a huge people pleaser. And that's exactly what you did. First off by calling Sarah and telling her to find her own fucking bobby pins.

Over the next few weeks, you constantly helped them, teaching them how to say no, how to take care of themselves, and only helping people who won't take advantage of them.

Bonnie started to worship you. You were their savior, their angel, their God.

They started to go out of their way to do anything you. They started to grow your favorite flower in their garden, constantly leaving cute little potted plants around your house to make you feel better after rough days.

Their tears and timid nature were their big weapon against you and anyone they disliked. Hanging out with the new neighbor? You bet Bonnie's sobbing their heart out, begging you not to leave or their not sure what they'll do by themselves.

You always feel so horrible every time they cry. It feels like acid on your skin. Eventually, you move in because you don't want them to hurt themselves. Besides, it'll be fine. You love Bonnie, and you just wanna help them.

They love you too. Please. Never leave. They'll end up hurting themselves without you. Your their angel.

[der7py]

Currently bored and don't wanna finish writing so send asks about the yanderes and I'll answer

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Master list

Welcome to the library! This is where I store my OCs who are; fun fact, obsessed with you, and only you! These are my original OCs, and would appreciate them not being stolen since I work hard on these short stories.

Antonio Sanchez (Yandere fashion designer)

First meeting Getting kidnapped

Kenzie Willer (Yandere Pop idol)

First meeting

Bonnie Dubois (Yandere gardner)

First meeting

Victor Rodriguez (Yandere Radio Host)

First meeting

Damien Sanchez (Yandere Ceo)

First meeting

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Yandere pop idol x reader

Your a huge fan of a certain pop idol, Kenzie Willer. The nation calls her a heartthrob, and an absolute doll!♡ But no one knew that she was a big fan of you.

Warnings: Stalking, Slight manipulation

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You had always been a huge fan of her work, she was your biggest idol! Ironic that she was a pop idol. You went to all her concerts, listened to all her albums, and bought all her mercy. You were definitely a die-hard fan

But little did you know, she was your biggest fan too. She first noticed you when she was signing autographs at her booth.

She felt her heart practically stop when she looked at you. She couldn't breathe. Did she even want to? You were the reason she could even breathe. She practically stumbled over her words as she signed your poster, adding a heart at the end of her name like she did with the rest of her posters.

After that moment, she wanted to know everything about you. Your favorite color, favorite place to eat, where you slept at night, what school you went to, ect.

She forced her managers to find all of your social media accounts so she could stalk make sure you were doing okay and staying up to date with you and your life! ♡

After that, you started receiving free stuff. A favorite plushie? On your front door step. Tickets to that movie you wanted to see? Right there in your mailbox. You even started winning tickets to her concerts! How lucky were you?

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You were so pumped! You had just won free tickets to see your favorite pop idols concert! The package even came with free merchandise of hers that you were definitely wearing. Everyone screamed and cheered as she came out on stage, waving at the crowd and blowing kisses. She was truly the nation's heartthrob. She even made eye contact with you! She blew a kiss right at your direction, before starting to sing.

Her voice swayed the whole crowd, everyone singing with her while jumping up and down. This was her newest album, "Bitter Love." The album was about unrequited love, which struck you deep in your chest. You knew what it was like to chase after someone who didn't love you, and didn't even know that you existed. You had listened to it on repeat, finding comfort in the album.

"Alright, everybody! For our next song, I want one of you to come sing it with me!" She yelled, a thousand hands, including yours, shooting up into the air. She looked around, tapping her finger on her chin before pointing at you with a smile. "You! Yes, you! Come up on here, sweetheart!" You were jumping for joy as three big burly bodyguards helped you towards the stage, envious looks thrown your way. But you didn't care. You got to meet your biggest idol!

The entire time you're on stage singing with her, she's touching you in some way. Either it is a hand around your waist, hand on your shoulder, or her body simply pressing against yours. She nearly passed out with how close you two were. You've never had more fun in your life than this very moment.

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Everyone knows that Kenzie is extremely affectionate, so it doesn't bother you when her hands are all over you. After the song is over, she hands you a seashell and kisses your cheek, leaving a pink lipstick stain on your cheek.

As her big burly bodyguards escort you down, you flip the seashell over to see her number, with the words call me in cursive writing. You can feel your heart speed-up.

Obviously, after the concert is over, you call her, I mean, who wouldn't? A fucking pop idol is interested in you. Why wouldn't you immediately call her after?

You two kick it off immediately. She has so much in common with you! And she's always so supportive and sweet towards you. You're honestly surprised she shares the same interests with you. You never expected someone like her to even have one thing in common with you.

Kenzie's thrilled. She finally has you in her grasp, and she's never letting you go either. You're a little fly stuck in her huge spider web.

But don't worry, sweetheart, the web is nice and soft for your pretty little head. And she'll make sure you're nice and cozied up in her silk.

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BRO IT WAS A TIE- Alright we're gonna try this again

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Yandere Fashion designer x reader

TW: Obsessiveness, implied sexual abuse (past tense, not reader), depression, social anxiety, trust issues, mature language

Enjoy

Yandere FD who lives downtown in the city, who enjoys the quiet life and doesn't mind that no one's around. Really he likes being lonely

That was until you showed up on his doorstep during a bad rainstorm

You explain your not from around this city and your car broke down. You point at it and ask if you can stay with him for a little bit

He's a bit skeptical, eyeing your car and then eyeing you. Hesitantly, let's you come inside to dry off

Yandere FD who tells you to figure out a sleeping arrangement in the living room. He doesn't have any spare bedrooms

Yandere FD who keeps his entire identity a secret. You don't need to know him he doesn't need to know you.

Takes him a while to get obsessed he's already got bad experience in the relationship field

He calls up a mechanic that very night and tells you the earliest they can be is by next week. He wants you out of his house as soon as possible. What if you try and touch him while he's sleeping?!

The very next day he gets you working around 9:30. He doesn't want slackers in his home.

You barely see him. He's always cooped up in his office, designing new outfits and ordering the right cloth

Surprisingly you make a good worker. You don't complain and you get things done.

But by the time the mechanic comes by, he can bare you a little bit.

When you go to leave, you quickly remember. You never catched his name!

"Wait!" He turned around, staring at you through his hair. "I never catched your name!" There was a slight pause between the two of you. Finally, he responded. "That's cause I never threw it." He slammed the door, and didn't even bother peeking out the window. Who knew city folk could be so stingy? You drove off in your car, occasionally looking back at the house.

But he never even came outside.

After a while you started to miss his presence. Even if he was stingy and hard to talk too, he still gave you a place to stay. About a month later you drove back to his house. You knocked on his door three times, praying he'd answer. "What fuck do you- oh. It's you again. Your car break down again?" You shook your head and explained you wanted to get to know him better. Well that was odd. He invited you in, still hesitant about your plans.

Sooner or later Lance found himself feeling something for you. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to be with you every step of the head. He was imagining a slight future with you. But he didn't know why. Hadn't he just met you? He hated people and always avoided going out. His doctor said depression made people be lonely and want to be isolated. So why were you different? Weren't you just some annoying pest that showed up on his doorstep?

"Can I catch your name now?" "Oh yeah. It's Lance. Lance Dustbin."

Did he just say he was Lance? The Lance Dustbin?!

You freaked out immediately and asked for his autograph. To say he was flattered was an understatement. He felt appreciated.

After much convincing, you manage to get him to sign your phone case

And with little convincing, you get his phone number

He asks if you two being friends could stay private due to his depression and anxiety and of course you accept.

A lot of your days are spent at his place, drinking coffee or having brunch at a local restaurant.

No matter, you've fallen for the fashion designer.

And he's fallen for you too. But maybe he fell a little too hard

He now constantly seeks for validation from you, whether confirming he's a good friend or if your friends with him for him and not because he's a famous fashion designer.

He gets worried when you don't text back. Did something happen? Was that creep next door bothering you? Did you not like him anymore??

It's never established if you two are dating or not. And he wants to keep it that way. What if a paparazzi finds out about you? You and him will never get any sleep!

He cares a lot about you, so don't lead him astray okay?

Please... Just stay with him a little longer.. he doesn't wanna be left alone again..