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withabroken-heart · 13 days

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A DWINDLING, MERCURIAL HIGH

odasaku x reader

long fic, angst, brief smut, themes of abusive marriage/family poverty, cheating, pregnancy

a/n: i had to split this into two parts! it was getting so long but i wanna get this out now. part two is in the works <3

a/n: mourning someone a lot recently, someone who’s love i can still feel. this one is very self indulgent and i hope you enjoy

you were 18 when you met odasaku, and 18 when you were forced apart.

in the bustling city of yokohama, it was often hard to find serenity.

it often felt like the city’s people never truly rested. they tore through the streets like a bullet through paper. always a place to go. always an important job to make little money at, always a date for a failing relationship, always somewhere to be and somewhere to go. no matter where you drove, walk or ran to, there was almost never a place that felt calm. not boring, as others would call it. calm. like a checkpoint just for you. so when you did find those hidden caverns, forgotten by the world to busy to pay attention, you savoured it.

you thought of it like your superpower. being able to scope out the places of sweet refuge.

the hidden away, small coffee shop covered by graffiti- small you called cozy and graffiti you called art- was rourou cafe. you knew the owners well. it seemed only you knew to order the green curry because it tasted the best with the jasmine rice they always served fresh. it didn’t taste like the pompous food they served only to the finest, with refined flavours and an astonishingly large bill that always managed to ruin a meal. it had the aroma of comfort, and the flavour of home.

kogaya park was a sight for sore eyes on your long walk home. in its heyday, it seemed to be the only right place for a romantic confession. now, you see couples lose their love like the trees lose their leaves to the enemy we call time. you met an old man there once. he was blind, yet saw the world better than anyone you had ever known. “[y/n],” he spoke in slow breaths like the sun rising over the land before anyone had awoke in its grace. “age is not a number. age is how many times you’ve felt the suns warmth. age is how many times you’ve heard a beautiful song. age is how many times your feet have carried on and moved you forward. when i die, that is what i’ll remember.” you knew he was a man who bared stories like they were his clothes. this park was the only place where the warmth of the sun remained uncovered, the only place he could slow down and feel. you felt that too.

your favourite place, if you could truly choose, had to have been the aishi library.

part of it was that you worked there, and so loving it made your mundane tasks easier. but you were by no means forcing yourself to love it. it seemed everyone who walked in and out were much like you- people who longed for a quiet life. while you spent your hours of the day sorting books into shelves and keeping the place clean, after hours was the true beauty of it all. you’d bury yourself in the stories, pages that opened a gateway to different worlds. relationships that lasted, lives that were fair, and endings that truly mattered. those pages were your true home. fantasies are much nicer than reality, anyway.

perhaps the reason not everyone found escapes as easy as you was because they never needed to.

ever since you were young, you were always forced to search for something more pleasant. you were someones daughter, and that meant helping with dinner and hoping that the sound of chopped vegetables and boiling water could overpower the sounds of your parents falling apart in the other room. being someones daughter meant trying to heal your mothers trauma while she hid away in the closet, scared to come out and look for you knowing he might be there too. being someones daughter meant forgiving your father over and over again. not because you truly forgave him, but because you didn’t want to find out what would happen if he knew that.

your father was a dangerous man. one who owed debts to unsavoury people. people you had only read about in books. people you would soon come to know all too well.

as the days passed on, you grew more and more reliant on that little library. winter soon came, and the familiar faces you knew slowly began to phase out. people left to be somewhere warmer, and you knew that longing for warmth better than anyone else. you stayed focus on the task in front of you, arranging a pile of books back into their rightful homes.

ring!

the front door bell announces that someone has walked inside. in your peripheral, you see him- a young man you presume- enter the library and scan his surroundings. you look over your shoulder. indeed you were right, a young man you had never seen before. soft, reddish brown hair framing his strong jawline with eyes like the ocean to match. he dressed well, you noticed as a tinge of blush blooms on your cheeks.

he notices you too, and smiles.

you immediately turn back to your books.

all is still for a moment. he walks around for a bit, examining his choices of stories to read. he carries a pen and paper by his hip, as if ready to note the anecdotes of life at a moments notice. he must have been writer. or maybe you were thinking of him a little too much.

“excuse me, ma’am. do you have a book you’d recommend?”

wow. you thought. his voice was deep but honeyed. you turn to face him, as he gets a good look at you without your nose stuck in a book.

wow. he thinks as well upon seeing you.

“follow me.”

you take him to your favourite section, the fantasy novels. the stories that made real life seem like a poorly written, unfinished drama. “any one of these here are beautiful reads, i would know.”

you pulled out a velvety green book from the bottom shelf. “but if i had to recommend, i’d start here.” you handed the book over to him like it were a prized possession.

“the cave of two lovers?” he asked, curious blue eyes scanning the treasure you had gifted him.

“the story of oma and shu, two lovers from enemy villages who-‘’ you began to ramble. “oh i wouldn’t want to spoil it!”

he smiled again. “i’ll have to give it a try, then.”

you had grown terribly fond of your new friend, odasaku. he’d make sure to come in once a week at least to tell you his thoughts on your recommendations. the setting sun by osamu dazai was a riveting read, one that he’d lazily get back into while eating the green curry you let him in on. the tears of the kingdom, the story of a princess and her knight torn apart by evil was the book he relaxed into while at kogaya park. he even spent a day reading his favourite verses to a kind old man who reminded odasaku of himself. he absolutely adored the cave of two lovers, but thought that the avatar’s love- it’s sequel- deserved a better ending. he felt as though zuko and katara would have been a much better fit.

“i’m glad you’re enjoying youself.” you hummed while you sorted away more books. odasaku had taken it upon himself to help you with this task, reaching the taller shelves you couldn’t get to- much to your dismay. and he insisted he didn’t mind, though he was embarrassed to admit he did it simply to he around you more. everytime he’d reach over you, you were gifted the scent of his cologne and the sight of him. you could spend the rest of your life putting books away with him.

“you have great taste. i’m happy to come here.” odasaku paused in his tasks to admire your rhythm. every now and then you’d pick up one of your precious books, flip through the pages before sorting it alphabetically. sometimes you had to run and grab tape or pen, but it didn’t matter how far those were- you knew the library like the back of your hand. he knew you spent a lot of time here and hoped he wasn’t intruding.

“i’m happy you like my recommendations. i don’t always like to share my favourites.” you hum, now facing him and giving him your attention. “the people who come here don’t usually care about what i think.”

“well, i do.” he reassures you, his lips forming into a smile that could light up the world. “but i actually have a recommendation for you.”

“oh?”

“i recommend..” he placed down the book he was holding and took your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over yours in small strokes. “that you let me take you out tonight.”

your heart nearly leaped out of your chest.

“we can go to that cafe you introduced me too. i find it lovely, but maybe more so with you there, [y/n.]” the way he said your name made you melt, like molten honey dripping from his lips. each syllable of your name sounded like poetry as soon as he said it.

“i’d love that.” he took your hand and brought it to his face, pressing a kiss to your wrist. his blue eyes didn’t blink once as he stared at you. he had feelings and knew you felt them too, and he was taking advantage of that now.

in hindsight, you wished he would have just pressed his lips to yours and made you his right then and there. because life gives you no warning when it changes, and that night it was all about it change.

as soon as the door to your house swung open, the feeling of uneasiness rushed at you. something screamed wrong, and you were about to find out why. you followed the sounds of anguish to your living room, finding your mom on the couch. her head was buried in her hands wrinkled with guilt and age. you were used to the sight of her crying, but never without reason.

seated across from her was a man you had never seen before. dressed in a black suit with hair like midnight, tied in a neat ponytail. his white gloved hands sat orderly in his lap, a disturbingly calm contrast to your mother in distress.

“mom, whats going on?” you cautioned as you sat down next to her weeping form. she slowly removed her hands shielding her face, turning to you. her eyes screamed pity.

“[y/n], we h-have a visitor. this man is ogai mori, and well… he’s your fathers boss.”

mori smiled, his eyes piercing through your soul and screaming nothing but bad news. “it’s very nice to meet you ms. [l/n], i’ve head very good things.” his words seemed nice on paper, but his tone spewed venom.

“ms. [l/n], i’m sure your aware that your father owes me quite a bit. your family is also struggling to stay afloat right now.. i’ve come here to tell you that that will no longer be an issue for you.” he smiled, but hie eyes remained sinister.

you looked to your mother desperately for answers. how could your debt have been solved so easily? why was she crying if all your problems had supposedly been solved?

“ms. [l/n], kindly lend me your hand.”

hesitantly, you reached out your hand- the same hand that has previously been blessed by odasaku mere hours before. his slender and much larger fingers grasped your palm as he slid a silver ring onto your finger.

you froze. cold sweat dripped down your forehead at the sight. you jerked back, staring down at the ring mori had forced on you.

no. no. no. no. no. no. NO.

“what the fuck is this supposed to mean?!” you cried, knowing what it meant but not wanting to accept it. your mothers tears dried, motioning behind you. it was only then when you noticed the suitcase of clothes- your clothes- packed and ready. your mother looked down. she looked ashamed.

“ms. [l/n], don’t be startled. we have plenty to do together, afterall.”

meanwhile, odasaku sat and waited patiently at rourou cafe. he was deep in thought, worry and insecurity rattling in his shaky hands. everything seemed find when he had asked you to this date. maybe his worst fears were true. maybe there was nothing between you after all.

“is [y/n] coming?” the cafe owner asked.

odasaku shook his head.

7 years later.

you had thought that marrying the leader of the port mafia was punishment enough. you cried and cried and cried, mourning what you had lost in the blink of an eye. your husband reminded you that this was the contract that your father signed you off to- now that you two were married, your family could live debt free. but that wasn’t your choice. it was decided for you.

it wasn’t just a marriage where you turned into some pretty housewife- no. mori had taken it upon himself to train you. to turn you into one of his most deadly weapons. you hated it. you hated learning to shoot and to look away as you stole the breath of someones life. but over the years, your heart hardened, and your tears dried. perhaps it would a good thing he had made you this way. now not even he could touch you.

long were the days you read and weeped for the fictional. ougai had promoted you to executive status, a rare feat for someone with no ability. but your skills were exceptional, and only the broken could do such unspeakable work. that had to have been why he broke you in like a god damn shoe, after all.

but no matter how much he forced your heart to fortify, someone stayed in your mind. someone who left his kiss on your now wedded hand.

you had influence within the mafia. as an executive and as ougai’s wife, you knew that you could track down odasaku. you knew that you could have your men summon him into your office with the snap of your fingers. so why didn’t you?

your high heels tapped against the floor as you were just about to turn a corner. you head the voices of some subordinates, mocking your name.

“theres chuuya, the short ginger, kouyou, the hot one, and queen bitch [y/n] mori. what does that make you, just some bandage freak?”

you peered the corner to see two of your subordinates, challenging your fellow-executive dazai. you were always a fond of him, and by the smirk on his face when you turned the corner, he seemed quite fond of you too.

“ah ah ah boys, you’re going to regret what you just said.” he provoked them further. its clear that whatever he was doing he was clearly aware of. he was a demon prodigy- yet he had his fun toying with the minds of others.

“oh yeah? why’s that?” one of the men challenged.

dazai chuckled. “queen bitch, you say?“

“bitch! i bet shes only one of you fancy ass executives because shes married to the boss!”

“ahem.”

dazai chuckled and backed up, giving you room to enter the scene. the two boys blood ran cold at your sight.

you slammed the particularly loud one into the wall, pressing your arm up against his chest. the other bolted in the opposite direction.

“y-y-[y/n]! i didnt mean any of that! we were just j-joking around..”

“you don’t get to address me by my name.” your voice was cold as ice. no one had called you by your name in years. no one you would ever let.

your knee flew up, hitting him right in the crotch. you released him from the wall and watched as he wailed, grabbing the sensitive area in pain. you began to walk away, dazai following shortly after you.

“what are you doing? you’re an executive, act like it.” you spewed. dazai sighed like a little boy.

“well, i only stepped in to investigate all the things they said about you! so really, you should be thanking me.” you chuckled; childlike stupidity was always funny.

later that evening, you found yourself desperately needing a drink. the mafia was fond of a few different bars in the surrounding area, but one you knew of well was lupin. it was a cozy and elegant setting, one that reminded you of your past enough to draw you in but not too much that it made you want to burn it down.

you ordered a glass of white wine, drinking it down as though you never used to hate the taste of alcohol. so far, you’ve managed to shut down every piece of your past. this was you now. you couldn’t escape anymore, you had become the thing you hid away from all those years ago. and you had no choice but to move forward.

“whiskey, neat.”

the man next to you ordered. his voice was comforting, but you knew not to be lured in. only the mafia came to this bar, and that meant everyone waa bad news.

but, you couldn’t resist tilting your head and hearing him speak. he was a deep, husky baritone, one that made you wonder who’s lips it came from. you looked down at your wine glass and lightly spun it, watching the liquid as it sloshed! around the cup in boredom.

you wondered what your name would sound like in his voice.

“[y/n]?”

you chuckled to yourself, knowing your imagination called out to you in delusion.

that was, until the voice called out again.

“[y/n]…”

you finally looked over, and there he was.

age had done odasaku justice. he looked stronger and adjusted, like his life had sculpted him into a beautiful man. those eyes stayed the same. the ones you had dreamed about for years.

your lips stayed agape. his blue eyes examined the sight in front of him. he noticed you changed as well. your sweet blush, gentle hands, and forgiving eyes had been buried away. you seemed older, like life forced you into a corner you fought back to. but you were still fucking beautiful.

“i-i, wow, odasaku. i mean. you look great.” you spoke as if you slapped the few words in english you learned when you were 5.

he was forgiving, and chuckled at your demeanour. “is that your way of making it up to me?” he teased.

“no! god no! i- wow. i mean, what are you doing here?” you questioned. you had to admit that the subtle reference to the past caused you a tinge of pain. but all you could do is be thankful that he was actually here, alive and well in front of you.

“i could ask the same about you.. though, since we’re both here, we can assume one thing.” odasaku’s eyes never lingered off of you, as if he wasn’t trying to lose the image of you in his mind.

“i see… i guess life forced you into this as well.” you spoke before taking a deep sip of your wine.

“i guess so. but i never stopped thinking of you.” there it was. odasaku’s warmth, his radiance like the sun that kept you warm throughout the harshest 7 year winter you had endured. you wanted to bathe in it forever. he placed his hand on your thigh, moving closer to you. but something caught his eye.

“you’re married?” he asked, tone changing to confused as he looked down at your silver ring. he remembered that hand, the one he wished he could hold the rest of his life.

to be honest, you had completely forgotten about that as soon as you saw odasaku. “oh!” you took your hand and studied the ring. “yes, i’m married to ougai.” that last part of your sentence fell flat with resentment.

this was the moment odasaku had realized how much you’ve changed. how could someone as sweet as you marry that monster? but oda knew to act better than he felt.

“i see..” he calmly replied, removing his hand from your thigh and finishing his whiskey. you panicked, knowing that look of disappointment all too well. you had seen it on many men before you, but his seemed more worried than anything.

“i’m so sorry if i made you think..” you lied through your teeth, trying to comfort the man in front of you.

“its okay, [y/n]. a beautiful woman like you.. it was bound to happen.” he reassured you, knowing that the rose of love had its thorns.

the way he said your name broke down every wall inside your head. god, how you wanted to tell him the truth of your marriage. how it hurt knowing he simply thought loved another man. how it hurt he didn’t know that that man was him.

“i’m really glad i ran into you, odasaku.”

“i’m glad to see you, [y/n].”

the rest of the night you spent laughing and chatting like you never had before, taking you back to your secret book club meetings with just him years before. this is what warmth felt like. you hadn’t felt that in years.

it started out with simple, nightly phone calls. you’d call him on your way back home since ougai worked such late nights and often didn’t bother to check on you. oda would. he’d text you to confirm you’d got home and wait up for your goodnight text.

it then evolved into private, clandestine meetings at the bar. you’d meet late into the night, sometimes joining ango and dazai in their chats. odasaku would introduce you as a mere “friend”, though everyone knew that that title felt wrong on many levels. you pretended not notice odasaku take a swig of his drink everytime your husband was brought up in conversation.

but you relearned everything you loved about odasaku. his jokes, his way with words, and how he always managed to make everyone the worst parts of yourself feel like a eulogy. he had filled your empty heart with something you longed for. something you hadn’t felt from your parents in years, something your husband had never given you once: love.

you didn’t mean for it to happen. but you were falling back in love with him.

well, its not like you tried to stop it.

and even though odasaku was a man of class, and wanted to respect the vow of marriage, he too could not deny the lingering feelings he had kept like a locket all these years. and it burned inside of him knowing that even though his words were the ones you kept in your heart, at night you laid next to another man. he was the man that held your hand on hard long days, but it was not his ring that wedded you. that even though he loved you more than the air he breathed, you were married to ougai mori.

it wasn’t him. it wasn’t him. but it should have been. he thinks every time he sees that fucking ring on your finger.

odasaku could be content knowing that at least, you were loved by another man. but you weren’t. the more he learned about your marriage, the harder it became to act better than he felt. he wanted to respect that you were a wife, someone else’s wife, but that was some made up vow on a sheet of paper somewhere. your heart belonged to him.

odasaku had taken you to the rooftop of his apartment. it was late at night, so late that you thought even the stars had longed to go to sleep. you knew ougai would begin to grow suspicious, but right now your fear was overpowered by the man beside you.

he held you close with a firm arm wrapped around your waist, securing you to your rightful place by his side. your eyes watched as the stars blanketed the night sky in a bright hue that stretched for infinity, singing a choir of celestial beauty that only those fortunate enough could see each night. you watched the sky, and oda watched you.

all these years and you still looked so fucking beautiful. bathed in the moonlight, you heart was beating like it were about to burst. you turned to face him, placing your hands on his chest and allowing yourself to be enveloped by his scent. he hummed in response, hands keeping a firm grip on your waist as if you would be pulled away from him at any second.

you never wanted to kiss someone more desperately than now.

“i love you.” you whispered, finally allowing your heart to breath. for what felt like the first time in 7 years, you spoke the truth.

odasaku let his forehead drop, pressing it against yours. his eyes closed, hands never wavering from off your body. he felt like you lifted bricks off of his back, confirming that you had felt the same for him all these years. but there was just one problem.

“you’re married, [y/n].” he wanted to scream. scream how it was unfair, scream how you should be married to him instead. but his lips could only muster our the first half of the truth. he had to put you first, always.

you scoffed. “do you really care?”

that right there, was all he needed. “no.”

he pressed his lips to yours with passionate fervour, like he were to die without feeling your kiss. you wasted no time returning the favour, pouring every ounce of your love for him. odasaku kissed you like he hopelessly, desperately needed you- every bit of you. probably because he did.

you desperately grasped his shoulders as he used one hand to cup your face, the other remaining diligently on your waist. you were pushing him past his limits. your beautiful eyes, waist shaped like it was just for him, and a soul that could dare any man to fall in love with you.

you couldn’t stop kissing, even when both your lungs scratched for air. you only pulled apart to look into his eyes once more before going back in, pressing your lips to his like he was your lifebuoy. you needed to feel him, all of him. you needed his love. you were deprived of it for years and subjected to a hell without it. but he was here now, and god damn it if you weren’t going to feel all of him. your husband waited for you in a barren, cold apartment, but the love of your life kissed you under the warm gaze of the heavens.

you were what he needed. he was what you needed. this is what love felt like.

you were everything he wanted love to be, and he wasn’t going to stop at just your lips.

for a man so gentle, sweet and loving, you had never expected him to be this way in bed.

“odasaku!” you moaned out of breath, barely being able to speak his full name. he thrusted his thick, throbbing cock into your pussy. he groaned, relishing in the feeling of your tight walls clenching around him. he pinned your hands above your head, while his free hand rubbed circles on your throbbing clit. he fucked you like he was going to lose. he needed to feel you, all of you.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed throughout the room. with a sharp thrust, he buried himself deep inside your willing body, a guttural groan of pleasure escaping his lips. “this is where you belong. not with him, with me.” he reassured you as he pressed his lips to your already hickey-infested neck. he was going to send you home with his marks. he was going to make sure your piece of shit husband knew who you really loved you. he might have been married to you, but odasaku was the one who fucking you now.

he set a relentless pace, pounding into you with ruthless abandon as he chased your pleasure. he wanted you to forget ever feeling unloved, only being able to think of the way his cock fucked you. the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, and by the end of the night you would only be able to remember his name.

he continued to pound into your pussy. your desperate moans and cries of pleasure fuelled his relentless pace. he reveled in the feeling of your tight heat enveloping his throbbing cock, the sensation almost enough to make him lose control. he let out a deep moan as he leaned down, his lips and teeth hungry against your flesh. he sucked and nipped at the soft skin of your breasts, determined to leave his mark - a possessive display that would show the world that you belonged to him and him alone.

“f-fuck! fuck oda… fuck please.. i need you.” you desperately cried out to him as you felt your core begin to slowly unravel itself. you were coming undone from underneath him. gripping your hips firmly, he resumed his relentless pace, his thick shaft plunging into your body over and over. the sound of your shared moans and the slap of skin on skin filled the air as he chased your release, intent on thoroughly ruining you for anyone else.

“i’m gonna cum.. fuck please…” you cried out. he kissed your chin as he felt himself come close as well. his vision swam with stars, his only mission now to plant himself so deep inside of you your husband couldn’t even think of touching you. he clutched your hips with bruising force, driving himself in as deep as he could go. with a few more sharp snaps of his hips, you let out a cry of ecstasy as his release crashed over him and you hot spurts of cum flooding their intimate embrace. he let out a groan as your pussy clenched around him so tight, cumming around his cock desperately. he continued to pump into you slowly, drawing out your orgasm. you were practically seeing stars.

slowly, he pulled out, a trickle of his spent release dripping down your thighs. leaning in, he placed a possessive kiss on the nape of their neck, a satisfied l smile playing on his lips. he removed himself from on top of you and laid down beside you. odasaku pulled the blanket over the two of you, pulling you closer to him and his embrace. he kissed all over your face, making sure that you were okay. you lazily nodded, reassuring him that you simply needed to come back down to earth.

your head fell into the crook of his neck, allowing the sleep to overtake you. for the first time in your life, you laid next to someone who loved. odasaku could sleep soundly, knowing you were safe. knowing you were with him.

“my wife, i was so worried about you the other night. tell me dear, where have you been?”

bullshit. you thought.

ougai had summoned you into his office, a rather rare occurrence considering your relationship. if he wanted to assign you a job, he’d simply call you. when he wanted to see you in person, it was because he needed to see you. as a doctor with extensive knowledge on the human body, ougai knew how ro detect a lie. but you knew how to hide one well.

“i was assisting the black lizard in a raid.” not a complete lie. hirotsu was a personal friend of yours, and often called upon you as backup. he also had a distaste for mori, so he’d have no problem confirming this in your favour.

ougai pressed his lips into a calculated smirk. “i see.” something was up. he was testing you.

“my dear… the mafia speaks of you in such high regard.” he began, turning in his chair and facing the portrait behind him. he had a painting of you made, one that required you to stand in an uncomfortable silk dress that barely fit you properly for hours on end. he didn’t want a wife, he wanted something beautiful he could own.

“they speak of your power and your beauty, your voice and your and your heart. many think of you like a goddess, and their eyes twitch with jealousy upon learning that you are married to me.”

your brows furrowed. “whats your point?”

he stepped up, carefully walking towards you. that wretched smile of his never fell off his lips, and it was anything but comforting. he moved until he was mere inches away from you, leaning in to your ear.

“what would they think if they… knew you were pregnant with another mans child?”

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omgtheregoesthefuckidontgive · 4 months

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Is it just me or is this Cherry Magic like more curt. Like Aishi is way less shy lol not in a bad way it's absolutely hilarious how in this one yeah he's a virgin boy but he's not a trembling nervous virgin boy

Like Karan as well what the hell is this sweetness 😂 Japanese version he wasn't this cringe. Again not in a bad way. Absolutely loving these different sides of the character. Like how he's so cheeky like hehe subtle couple outfit. And Aishi is like eh wtf you sneaky bastard planned this

I think it's so funny.

Also just adding that cut it was the funniest thing I've ever seen

#bl series #thai series #thai bl actors #gmmtv #japanese bl #remake cherry magic #cherry magic thailand #cherry magic #tay tawan #new thitipoom #taynew

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thefiery-phoenix · 6 days

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YANDERE LOV HEADCANONS

If you were to be kidnapped by the LOV, the league of villains, they would be watching you like creepy stalkers for a VERY LOONG time. It would be really infuriating for them to watch you doing the same boring things over and over again and again for days together. Won't you EVER get bored of living that bland vanilla life? You CLEARLY needed some spice in your life, at least, that's what THEY felt (Read, more like what DABI and TWICE felt. Shigaraki just didn't give a damn about you, that egoistical prick)

But no matter how much Shigaraki claimed that you were a useless spoiled brat, even HE couldn't shake off his feelings for you. Toga and Dabi would often tease him about it which would always result in a full fledged slapping war till mama Kurogiri tells the crybabies to CALM TF down

HECK, even KUROGIRI thinks you won't be so bad... When the other members of the LOV asked him to open up his warp gate and help them kidnap you, he resisted saying that you just needed some time. Even he was curious as to why most of the members of the LOV had suddenly taken an interest in you

You were the prey, the victim they ALL fell in love with and the fact that they weren't controlling you yet and possessing you yet was pissing them TF off and was driving them INSANE

It won't be long before they kidnap you. You might be skipping along one day, looking like a happy cute adorable little chipmunk that's excited for something and suddenly, BOOM! Everything goes dark and fog and mist surrounds you (Cue the special effects and the dramatic evil chuckling and creepy organ music playing from the middle of nowhere)

You would be TERRIFIED out of your wits to see Kurogiri just staring at you as well as the other members of the LOV as well (Well, of COURSE, who WOULDN'T be scared of out of their minds when you see villains glaring at you?) This is their chance to PROVE to you that you shouldn't place your faith and waste your breath on those pathetic no good hero scum who are useless most of the times anyway

You would be gagged for a few days, chained and all. Dabi would have to deal with Toga's constant pestering asking whether she could make you bleed since she thinks you look cute and adorable in red and with blood all over you... Damn, this is scary

Crusty lips would be the MOST SCARIEST yandere, no doubt about that. He'd threaten you the most, show you the LEAST amount of love and affection, and basically, acts like a spoiled kid with the aura of a demon. He might even threaten to turn you to ash if you don't stop flinching away and turning away from him (SOMEONE HAND ME A KNIFE, I HAVE A CRUSTY RAT TO STAB!!!!! UvU)

That arrogant jerkface would LOVE to taunt you, call you all sorts of names and he gets some sick sort of pleasure seeing how HELPLESS you were under HIS control, poor sweet dumb little thing.... He wouldn't actually turn you to ash but seeing the way you squirm around from time to time just makes him feel so... aroused and gets all these crazy thoughts about you that'll be left to YOUR imagination ;)

Is Toga a yandere? BWAHAHAHAHAH XD Is that even a QUESTION to ask? She is the MASTER of all yanderes, and I honestly think she and Ayano Aishi from Yandere Simulator would be best pals and killing buddies. She'd swoon all over you and coo how cute you are in that sickeningly sugar coated voice of hers and say how beautiful you'd look in blood till Dabi pulls her away from you. When it's her turn to spend time with the LOV's 'pet' she's gonna literally POUNCE on you, trying to take your blood, tying you up and making you beg for more (HONESTLY, how TF is she NOT a vampire!!!???) She LOVES being dominant and unfortunately for you, you're her little plaything

Twice is kinda chill AND DEADLY scary at the same time. I think he has a bipolar personality since one minute he's gonna be laughing with you and the next minute he's gonna do somethin dangerous towards you. This guy's really unpredictable and it's horrifying. You might be running into HIS arms for comfort AND yet, at the same time, you might be running away from him too like your hair's on fire. This dude's personality is so unpredictable, is damn scary.... TvT

Mr Compress might just be the BEST yandere or captor you could EVER ASK for, PERIODT. He'd treat you well and certainly not like it when the other members try harming you in any way. He would never degrade you either. He'll take you to his room at night and show you all sorts of cool magic tricks and slow dance with you like in those cutesy dramatic romantic movies. He'd stroke his thumb over your soft lips, caress your cheeks lovingly and say how cute and adorable and amazing you were and how he'd be your source of comfort from those overgrown morons with an IQ of a sardine tin can. He'll LOVE it when you're dependent on him and ONLY him and he would NEVER bring himself to hurt you like the others (Man, this dude is making me cry....)

Dabi couldn't care less at first when he saw you. He thought you were another little plaything for his use and he'd toss you away like a Kleenex after you were broken. And yet, something about you just attracts him to you and that's actually pretty terrifying. If Dabi's in a bad mood, you better start saying your freaking prayers since this man takes sadism to a WHOLE NOTHER level, it's a question now, who's more of a sadist. Dabi or Shigaraki? If he's in a good mood, he'll just ask you to shut up and cuddle with you and rub some gentle circles on your back

To piss Crusty Face Handyman even MORE, he'll make you sit on his lap during meetings while Shigaraki's gonna be damn pissed at BOTH you and HIM and that'll jus t make the prick Dabi satisfied. Sometimes, he won't be so bad to you, otherwise he's gonna make you do all sorts of things you're uncomfortable with and he's gonna be like your WORST NIGHTMARE in HUMAN form. He and Shigaraki might even TAG TEAM when it comes to your punishments and they CERTAINLY WON'T be your favorite yanderes, that's for SURE

Oh JESUS... when it comes to Spinner he's like the MOST SOFTEST yandere EVER just like Mr. Compress. He LOVES showering you with love and affection, and he's just so pure, he can't EVER hurt you... OMG, MY HEART!!!!!....

He CERTAINLY feels bad with Compress when the league uses you as their personal stress toy and hence, they're the ones who'll actually take care of you and treat you with such gentle care and tender love. He'll be one who'll actually make you happy, by sneaking food for you when the league tries to starve you since you were being bad, talk to you about the things you like and care about, won't EVER touch you inappropriately since he DROWNS in his respect women juice and feels really bad since he can't help you escape. This boi is so PRECIOUS, IMMA DIE FROM A CUTENESS OVERLOAD!!!!!!!!!!

Kurogiri will be like the parental figure and whenever the punishments get out of hand like the villains trying to touch you inappropriately and all, he'll be there to stop in no time. Though he's a villain, he cares for you just like Compress and Spinner. He won't hesitate to punish you, but his punishments will just be a bit tamer than the ones the others give. His punishments will be something like him just ignoring you for a few hours and all that. He'll make sure to take good and proper care of you and feed you and on time and ensure you aren't malnourished. He'll talk to you about the current things going on around the world and honestly... he ain't so bad

In my opinion, Stain is a chivalrous guy. He won't torture you, EVER nor will he ever invade your personal space. He thinks you're cute and adorable and he'll compliment you oh just a DOZEN times a day. Like Kurogiri, he ensures you're safe and all right and after a harsh treatment with the Terrifying Trio (aka. Stabby blood rat, crusty chicken nugget and BURNT chicken nugget) he'll be there to comfort you and wipe your tears away and gently hold you to sleep after he tends to your injuries. If you're locked away somewhere, he'll at the very least try sneaking some food for you and telling you that you're strong and you'll be able to cope with it and gently encourage you

#yandere bnha #yandere bnha x reader #yandere bnha scenarios #yandere bnha oneshots #yandere lov #yandere lov x reader #yandere lov scenarios #yandere lov oneshots #yandere lov headcanons #yandere lov imagines #yandere league of villains #yandere league of villains x reader #yandere league of villains scenarios

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sips-tea-cutely · 2 years

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Fall in love with you again

‘Do not enter is written on the doorway. Why can’t everyone just go away? Except you— you can stay.’

a/n: maki writes something with proper grammar (shocking) it’s basically ayano aishi kin x dazai? i needed to s/i :broken_heart:

(cw: implied self harm, s/o is emo, i am emo, dazai tries to comfort someone, i wrote this at 2am in google docs on a tuesday)

Nothing. Nothing can make you happy. no matter what you did; hobbies that used to make you smile; friends that made your day brighter; shows that could make you forget burdens— none of it could make you happy.

‘I’m tired..’. Your parents always suspected something was wrong with you, mentally ill—ADHD perhaps? They did not care enough to know. That always echoed in your head.

“I swear to God, there’s something wrong with you.”

Everything that used to make you happy, they were all just a phase, a fading memory. Even Osamu, loving him was… tiring.

‘How could I say this? Osamu has loved me no matter what. Why should I say I don't love him anymore?’ No— it's not that you’re tired of loving him, there is no reason in your heart to love him.

Something like this happened quite often. But now, it’s worse; it feels like a claw is wrapped around your beating heart and keeping it from what it desires.

Sitting in bed, the cold air coming through the window is chilling. Laying in bed is exhausting; living is exhausting. How do people cry so easily? How do they let their emotions take over their mind? How do people live like that?

Resentfully, you got up from the bed and opened the door. The living room was as quiet as ever— of course, you had been the only one here for a while, why would someone else be here?

Pretending to show emotions, pretending to be a carefree yet responsible friend was getting harder— people being so called friends treated you like a living joke.

But— those moments where you were genuinely happy, genuinely sad, genuinely passionate about something, anything.

“Oh my, you’re quite odd, aren’t you? I am Osamu Dazai, the most reliable man in the Armed Detective Agency!”

He was pretending too. Maybe you should thank God for that. He was the first person to understand what you felt your whole life and yet, did not have the courage to validate it— not caring for people, yet always thinking of what they thought of you; losing that one thing that could’ve made you happy— it’s almost like you were made for him.

The couch felt small and big at the same time. actually, it felt empty— just like everything else. curling up to your knees, you laid, soaking up everything that has happened so far.

On the coffee table— paper binders. You hadn’t used them in a while, the scars from them already fully recovered.

Everything felt hopeless— nothing would go further from here. Nothing would make you happy.

Jingle..

Dazai groaned as he threw his keys onto the bowl. “Ah, what are you doing up so late, love?” he put his loafers on the front step before walking over to you— your eyes hung low, avoiding eye contact.

“Nothing, really. I'm just a bit tired.” really, did you think a pathetic excuse like that would work on Osamu? “Hm, really? Tired from what?” he was trying to find an answer to comfort you, how sweet.

“Well… I've been pretty busy this week and I just want to not care what others think; I want to be happy again; I want to.. fall in love with you again.”

“Aww, so my dear s/o’s heart is too tired from caring too much? That's alright! Osamu is here to make you swoon, my love!” he was trying to humor the situation. Neither of you had the best relationships with empathy, he knew that.

He smiled gently at you. He, himself had numbed himself to the most basic human functions and here he was, throwing himself in to make you feel alive again.

“My nightshade, I'll never be tired of making you happy, I'll be here to make you fall in love with me every time— until you break up with me, I promise that I'll never stop trying to make you swoon.”

#mod maki #bungo stray dogs imagines #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs imagines #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd imagines #bsd x reader #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #osamu dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader

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Ayano dialogue: Doki Doki Literature club

Sayori:

“Sayori is such a sweet girl, pity she uses drugs in her off time.”

“I saw Sayori skipping school to tag buildings. You never really know someone huh?”

“Sayori should be careful, her clumsiness might lead to her fall off a building.”

"Sayori looks like a great friend, I would like to hang with her sometime."

“I pop off her scalp like the lid of a cookie jar, her mind melting on my fingers.”

Natsuki:

“I just realized you were talking to Natsuki. Took a minute since she’s SO unremarkable.”

“I cooked something for Natsuki to help her grow! It has a…special ingredient.”

“Natsuki is so cute. I just want to squeeze her until her neck snaps!”

"Natsuki's such a child, reading all of that silly manga. I bet you'd prefer a girl who reads books in the proper age range."

“You know what I heard about Natsuki? Natsuki likes maggots. And I’m gonna tell everyone.”

Yuri:

“So Yuri likes knives? Me too! I’m looking forward to showing her mine.”

“Careful with Yuri, Senpai. I tried talking to her and she cut me. So rude.”

“Did you hear about Yuri’s corpse fetish? It’s probably just a silly rumor.”

"Yuri's sophisticated act doesn't fool me, because I know what's she's hiding. Want me to tell you senpai?"

“I brandish my cutting knife, the raccoon flees in fear. A rush of blood. I slice it’s flesh. And I feed my love again.”

Monika:

“It looks like I have a tough opponent…for martial arts! Definitely that.”

“That Monika girl is weird, she told me I don’t belong in this game. What does that mean?”

"Do you know where Monika went? I could have sworn she was just here. I wanted to…tell her something."

"Dammit, where is she? I'll find her. Oh senpai! Didn't see you there. Just talking to myself."

"In your reality, if she doesn't love you, then I will."

Responses:

Sayori:

"Someone left a creepy poem about death in my locker today. I asked the other members and it wasn't any of theirs. Weird."

"Last night, I heard a strange voice while trying to sleep. It said awful things but I'm pretty sure it was just my inner voice."

"Oh my gosh! I found a noose hung outside my door! Who would do that?"

"Someone pushed me down the stairs today. Luckily I'm fine but the person left before I could see them."

"There's a girl hanging around school I've never met before. Maybe I can show her around sometime!"

Natsuki:

"I baked cupcakes this morning, but after a few minutes away I found they were all smashed! Whoever did this will regret messing with me!"

"I got a nasty email today. It said to watch my back or I'll die. Can I stay at your place tonight?"

"I found a dead mouse at my door. It was really gross. Did a cat leave it there?"

"I saw a girl staring at me at the store. They were holding a knife and it gave me chills. I told someone but she disappeared. Hope I never see her again."

"Help me! My manga showed up at my house. I don't know how they got there but we need to take them back before dad sees them!"

Yuri:

"Ever since I started reading the new horror novel, I've been feeling chills, like I've become part of one. Maybe I'm more invested than I thought."

"I found all my knives on the floor today. One of them wasn't mine and was covered in blood. I washed and kept it but it's still concerning."

"Someone sent me a gravestone with my name on it. It's actually really cool! I'll use it for this year's Halloween."

"I almost stepped on an exposed wire. It was outside my house like someone left it there. But why would someone do that?"

"OH! Someone tried choking me today with my scarf. Luckily, I had a knife and scared them away. I'm still shaken though, so can you walk home with me?

Monika:

"Ayano Aishi from Yandere simulator. Never had another game character visit my game before."

"Ayano's love for you is so strong she's crashing other games now. My love is stronger though, she won't stand a chance."

"I keep trying to delete her file, but it keeps coming back. She's really determined to kill us."

"Ayano doesn't scare me. She's such a stereotype that I can predict what she's going to do. The threatening letters, the watching through the windows, the gifts. Called them every time."

"It's actually becoming funny to watch her fail to kill me. I might keep her around a little longer before banning her file."

#crush crush #crush crush ayano #ayano aishi #doki doki literature club #doki doki monika #doki doki sayori #doki doki literature girls #ddlc monika #ddlc yuri #yuri ddlc #natsuki #sayori #crossover

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restlesscrybaby · 1 year

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WELCOME TO MY ACCOUNT!!!

-- I'm Reilly!! ( RestlessCrybaby <33 ).

-- Panromantic and pansexual! She/her or any pronouns!

-- I've got a lovely bf! @dumby-elf !! The biggest Death simp, you guys should go and draw his self insert and Death together <33

-- I've got amazing friends!!

-- I'm a huge artist and writer <33!!

-- I'm multifandom!!

-- My birthday is March 3rd, I'm a Pisces!

-- My favorite color is rose gold... I really love pink.

\/ \/ MORE INFO. \/ \/

× WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE. ×

The basics. ( p3dophilia, vore, proship shi, etc )

Sadly, pregnancy and children stuff!! ( personal reasons. )

... More, but that's the basics.

× RULES FOR WHEN I WRITE ×

Please, give me time! And some things will be rushed, I try to put it out there as quick as I can ^^!!

If I don't get to your request, please give me time! Unless I post something stating to resend it, as my tumblr has a habit of deleting my inboxes.

Please, do not be offended if your ask isn't done like the others, I have countless reasons as to why it may not be done like that <33

And in general, have fun with my writing! I try to make sure you guys have enough creative room to let your minds roam free!

Pretty much the same for drawing!!!

♡ SOME OF MY INTERESTS! ♡

☆ Big ones marked with a star!

Writing ! ☆☆☆

Drawing ! ☆☆☆

True crime ! ☆☆☆

Movies !

TV shows !

Anime !

Poetry! ☆

Psychology ! ☆☆☆

Femme fatales! ☆

Vintage cartoons!

Horror! ☆☆☆

♡ ( SOME ) FANDOMS I'M IN! ♡

(( not all! ))

Puss In Boots: The Last Wish,

MHA

Beavis and Butthead,

Lucifer,

Danganronpa,

Grinch,

American Horror Story,

Beauty and the Beast,

Who Framed Roger Rabbit ( ♡♡♡ )

Pizza Tower,

Tusk, ( ♡♡♡ )

Human Centipede, ( ♡♡♡ )

Chucky,

IT,

Killer Klowns from Outer Space ( ♡♡♡ ),

Goosebumps.

Baldi's Basics.

FNAF.

And more!!

× (( SOME )) CHARACTERS I SIMP FOR!! ×

(( not all!! ))

Jack Horner ( PiB: tLW. )

Katsuki Bakugou. ( MHA. )

Hawks ( MHA. )

TeruTeru Hanamura. ( Danganronpa. )

Mondo Oowada. ( Danganronpa. )

Karl Heisenberg. ( Resident Evil. )

Lady Dim. ( Resident Evil. )

Doc Ock. ( Spider-Man. )

Syndrome. ( The Incredibles. )

Peppino Spaghetti. ( Pizza Tower. )

Tate Langdon. ( AHS. )

Wallace Bryton. ( Tusk. )

Bill Boss. ( Human Centipede 3. )

Martin Lomax ( Human Centipede 2. )

Jang Deok-Su ( Squid Game. )

Slappy the Dummy ( Goosebumps. )

Rodrick Heffley ( Diary of a Wimpy Kid movies. )

Chef. ( South Park. )

Lucifer Morningstar. ( Lucifer on Netflix. )

Sweet Pete. ( Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers. )

The Riddler. ( Batman , 2022. )

Bruno Madrigal ( Encanto 2022. )

Bradley Uppercrust. ( An Extremely Goofy Movie. )

Chucky. ( Child's Play. )

Pennywise. ( IT. ) (( I really love clowns. )

Ayato Aishi ( Yan Sim. )

Peter ( Your Boyfriend. )

John Doe. ( John Doe. ) (( obsessive men :3 ))

And many more.

And I mean many.

× FINAL NOTES. ×

This will be updated every now and again, but for now.

Enjoy.

- Restless Rei's.

#reillyposts #introductory post

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just-miru · 1 year

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I posted 23,629 times in 2022

That's 23,489 more posts than 2021!

1,195 posts created (5%)

22,434 posts reblogged (95%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@coffeeandconfusion

@terrence-self-ships

@irummna

@/shinekittenace

@/poormeowmeowcollector

I tagged 12,385 of my posts in 2022

Only 48% of my posts had no tags

#blueycapsules - 1,733 posts

#the lovable bastard <3 - 1,727 posts

#my beloved - 942 posts

#sillies you'll look again - 921 posts

#william afton - 750 posts

#aaaahhh!! :dd - 526 posts

#dave miller - 490 posts

#so true - 459 posts

#irummna answers - 430 posts

#hehe yesss - 404 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#jesse we need to thank me tho for the first time in two weeks and i have a question for the silly little picture above the other hand oh my

My Top Posts in 2022:

[Blueycapsules]

Dave Miller x reader

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i got this idea from a small one-shot with Ayano Aishi written by Ck_TvN on Wattpad :D

since our boi Dave is on my mind constantly, i decided to give it a shot and write a small x (gender neutral) reader fanfic with him because yes :D

not to mention, there is almost nothing for/with him out there :(

with Blueycapsules version of Dave/William, i mean

my first time writing something like this, so it might be total shit, but it doesn't matter :D

also, Dave might be a bit ooc since i haven't done anything like this before, so yeah

there is a first time for everything, so here we go-

[word count: 1,050 words | 5,274 characters]

[first published: 14.02.2022]

[slightly edited: 16.02.2022]

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untitled

chatter filled the small hotel room, muffling the small TV in front of us. sitting on a pretty comfy, brownish couch, a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table in front of it, me and Dave talk about everything and anything that comes to our minds as we wait for Phil and Jeremy to come back with the-

honestly, i don't even remember what they said they were going after. oh well-

we've grown pretty close to each other in the short period of time we have worked together - it's like we know each other for years. still, as we talk and talk, the time passes, and the conversation starts to die out, we both focused on whatever is playing on the TV; some sort of drama involving a woman and a vampire.

i mostly stare at the screen, lost in thought, not paying attention to what's happening between the two anymore.

bringing the glass to my mouth, i take a small sip of wine. 'it's kinda sweet' i think, then take another sip.

Dave looks towards me

"so... yer single?" he asked out of nowhere, with a playful tone and a small glint of what seemed to be hope in his icy blue eyes - his usual shit-eating grin getting even wider as i choked on my drink. 'why was he asking that out of the sudden?' i thought to myself.

facing away from me, he takes a sip from his drink, eyeing me from the side while waiting for my answer, grin still on.

trying to re-composture myself, i clear my throat a bit, a small grin of my own starts tugging at the corners of my lips

"as a matter of fact, i am not."

i answer with such fake confidence that i am a little surprised he didn't seem to notice it. that, or he decided to play along with my silly game.

"who might the fella be?" he asked, moving his gaze away from me towards the TV, its lights dancing over his features.

my eyes focus on the half-empty glass in my hand as i say quietly "oh... no one, really..." looking over at him, i see his eyes still glued to the TV screen, head resting on his hand, no trace of the previous grin left on it.

"..."

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i mean-

yESS!!! gimmie!!! >:D

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My #1 post of 2022

sillies look-

found a silly picrew :D

silly tags (no pressure, of course!): @coffeeandconfusion, @terrence-self-ships, @chuuyas--boo, @oc-x-cannon-on-main, @ninasrandomships, @just-slightly-unhinged, @spideygal and whoever whoever wanna join :D

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nestypewriter · 7 months

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Male! Ryoba Aishi x F! Reader

You should have just avoided him the moment you saw the signs. Then maybe you wouldn't be in this life right now.

You wouldn't be in this situation where you're married to a psycho.

It all started in my first year of high school.

You were running late for the opening ceremony on your first day of school at the prestigious Akademi High School. Your parents thought that attending this school would help you attend a good university in the future.

Then You ran into him; you shouldn't have given him your name the moment you met him.

You should have notice how he was acting strange

You shouldn't have befriended him

You should have known that he was the one watching you

You should have just stay away from him

You shouldn't have followed him to the gym-

Mommy?

You heard a small voice called "mommy." The voice called again. You turned to the voice but only saw your sweet daughter Ayano tugging your dress and worriedly calling you. Then you felt a sharp pain in your hand and turned back to see your finger had been cut by the knife you were holding.

You spaced out a bit as the blood dripped onto the chopping board, coating the half-chopped vegetable. You then snapped back to reality and panicked at the mess. "Oh my! " You shouted and Hurriedly grabbed a towel and placed it on the cut. You looked down at your daughter and asked, "Dear, can you clean the chopping board while mommy takes care of her cut?" Ayano nodded.

you quickly walked down to the bathroom, turned on the sink tap, and put the wounded finger on the falling water. You stare at the cut as the blood painted the water red before fading away. You shake your head. You turn off the tap, and grab the med kit from the cabinet and took the bandage before wrapping it around the cut. You put everything back and walked out of the bathroom into the kitchen, where you saw Ayano patiently waiting for you while holding the now clean chopping board.

You walked towards Ayano and said, "Thank you, dear," and crouched down to her level and softly patted her head, "I'm sorry you have to see your mommy being so clumsy." You lightly laughed as Ayano smiled a bit, you stood up, and saw the time.

"Oh my! would you look at the time your father will be home soon," you said, and grab the chopping board from Ayano. "Sweetheart, would you please set up the table while mommy finishes dinner?" You asked Ayano, who nodded and ran to the dining table to set up the table for dinner.

You set down the chopping board on the counter, grab some fresh vegetables, and continued where you left off awhile your dull eyes began staring out into nothing and humming a song.

You smiled when you heard the front door opened and a familiar voice calling out

"Honey! I'm home!"

#yandere x reader #yander simulator x reader #male! ryoba x reader #yandere drabble #yandere ryoba x reader

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lxmiko · 1 year

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My name is Aishi and I really love K-pop music esp twice, I can sing and I'd say I am pretty good at it ! Most of my friends say I look like a bunny due to my soft features and I have nose problems so it kinda twitches like a bunnies. I love anime, babymetal, vocaloid, reading, writing, and I also like milk and cat. I like to do makeup such as just natural makeup and douyin makeup ! My friends say I act kind of fancy ? Not sure how, and I love cute things. I'm really affectionate, I love giving hugs and holding ones hands. So id say I'm okay with pda and I'd say I'd rather if my partner liked pda. I am very confident in myself and I will say I think I look very pretty ! That's it 🌸

matchup!!

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note: eeeee, sorry for going mia for another few months, but im back again to clear out the inbox for more requests, muah muah muah, love you all

disclaimer: this is solely my opinion of which character i believe suits you the most based on the description you wrote!! sorry if it isn’t who you thought it’d be ;;

matchup under cut!!

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i match you with… ike eveland!!!

what can i say, pretty ppl stick together

you and ike share a lot a interests, namely vocaloid, reading, and writing, and i think he’d love having someone to share his ideas with

ike seems to like things and ppl who are very cute, and your appearance, being bunny-like as you described it will probably make you prone to his teasing (he means it out of good nature, he swears!)

he’d giggle seeing your nose twitch, and even offer a little kiss on the tip of yoir nose every time it happens

i think ike would be very interested in make up, and learning how to put it on. he’d sit with you on days you’re putting it on and ask if you could also put it on him (ike deserves to feel like a pretty princess too!!!)

have you met ike eveland and witnessed his cuteness, cause my god, his cuteness will kill you the second he sneezes. he’s otherwise a very proper person — the way he speaks is actually pretty formal compared to most of nijien (aside from when he’s flustered of course, another cute factor of his)

i feel like ike would indulge in your affectionate tendencies!! he doesn’t seem too touchy (evident from him trying to murder vox every time he tries to steal a kiss on him), but i think as your partner, he’d be very affectionate (imagine linking pinkies with the one and only ike eveland!!!)

ike is a very humble person, and i think your confidence would balance that out nicely

he’d bring himself down sometimes, but it’s only because he thinks he doesn’t deserve someone as pretty as you :(

it would take a while, but you’d be able to convince him of just how much of a beauitful boy he is!!! and just how much he really does deserve you as much as you deserve him !!

he admires you a lot, and probably writes about you in his journal he keeps around his waist (new outfits go brrrr), and he’d agree with you in a heartbeat every time you call yourself pretty (he’d also tack on another compliment too, calling you gorgeous or something sweet)

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lets gooo, one out of like ten messages in my inbox help

#luxiem #nijisanji en #nijisanji #nijien #ike eveland #matchups

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mochiettes-writings · 1 year

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Prompts From A Kit: Treat

Fandom: Yandere Simulator Rating: T Verse: Akademi Side Story Disclaimer: I do not own Yandere Simulator Summary: Ayano and Hojiro meets at a playground park to talk about Midori, Ayato (Yandere Kun) brought sweets to Ayano's home, Kasai (Tsundere-chan) and Himeko (Himedere-chan) pranked Musume and her gang, Kioka (Victim-chan), Akako (Witness-chan), Michika (Red Flower), Aoika (Student-chan), Kaneka (Goldie-chan), Asahiko (Study Kun A), Morihei (Study Kun B) and Nishiki (Student Kun) hanged out at a cafe and Borupen gets a gift from Kokoro and burger offer from Uragi. What's this? Treat day? Notes: (1) Himeko is not the same Himeko from the 1980s mode which she was based off Himedere-chan. (2) I refused to use Witness-chan's and the Study kun's canon names from the 1980s mode. They aren't the same as their 1980s mode counterpart. (3) This oneshot doesn't take place in the canon setting. (4) Rainbows and Removed Students Coexists In Ayano's Time Period. (5) Ayano and Ayato aren't Yanderes in this setting. Prompts: {DeviantART}

Ayano waited at a park bench, watching the children playing in the playground. She was supposed to meet Hojiro Zameshiro here. He needed to speak with her about something. Ayano received a text message from her older half-brother, Ayato. He was currently living with his father, Togo Atatsuma. The Aishi siblings had the same mother but different fathers. It was a lovely sunny day, and Ayano smiled at the children. She remembered the good old days when she and Ayato used to play together with Midori and Kumi at the same playground park in their childhood years.

"I'm sorry for being late," Hojiro showed up, panting. "Musume was talking to me."

Ayano rolled her eyes in annoyance. Musume wanted to date Hojiro for a while, but Ayano knew his heart already belonged to Midori. Hojiro sat next to Ayano and gazed up at the sky. There was a silence between the two for a few minutes until Ayano spoke out.

"So, let me guess. You want to talk to me about Midori, right?"

"Yeah…" Hojiro blushed, snatching his cheek with his finger awkwardly. "Well, Midori is a close friend of yours, after all. I needed some advice. You see, I'm planning to confess to her this Friday."

"Ah, huh." Ayano nodded. She stared at Hojiro suspiciously.

"Why are you looking at me like that, Aishi?"

"Let's say I've heard a rumor," Ayano frowned at him. "If I find out the rumors are true, you'd have to answer me, Zameshiro."

Hojiro quivered. Ayano can be scary when it comes to protecting her friends. She does have a Yakuza stepfather, after all. He knew about the rumor. Musume wanted to team up with Hojiro to prank Midori, and Hojiro harshly rejected her.

"Aishi, I'm in love with Midori. I will never hurt her," He saddened. "What if she doesn't feel the same?"

"You'd never know unless you tell her your true feelings." Ayano turned her head, hiding a knowing grin from Hojiro. 'A gut feeling tells me things will be fine between you and Midori." Then, Ayano looked at Hojiro again, her expression darkened. "However, I still don't trust you. If you ever cheat on Midori, you will see me at your front door, getting ready to whoop your ass."

"Of course, Aishi," Hojiro responded, giving Ayano a stern gaze. "Feel free to punish me."

"Well, here is my advice. Midori may be in shock for a while. Just give her time." Ayano took out two movie tickets and handed them over to Hojiro. "Here. My treat. These tickets should last for a while. Just check the expiration date. Take Midori to a movie as a first date."

"Thanks, Aishi." Hojiro smiled gratefully, accepting the tickets.

"No, problem." Ayano smiled back.

When Ayano returned home, she found Ayato with a box of sweets in the kitchen. Their mother wasn't at home due to work.

"Sumire treated me to these sweets for helping her earlier." Ayato rubbed his neck, his cheeks turning pink. "I wonder if you can help me eat the sweets since there's a lot."

Ayano smirked at him knowingly. She knew Ayato and Sumire Suzuki had liked each other for a while now. It wouldn't be too bad for a long-distance relationship since the Shisuta and Buraza Towns were only a few miles apart.

"Sure, why not?" Ayano shrugged. "Better be milk in the refrigerator."

"I can't believe you prank Musume and her friends! A perfect treat indeed!"

"Right?! Those girls will never learn the true value of treats!"

Kasai and Himeko snickered. Earlier, Himeko sent anonymous love letters to Musume and her gang, pretending to be Akademi's Sports club members. Himeko and Kasai witnessed the most humiliating moment of the Gyaru girls when they met up with a couple of nasty-looking university students instead.

"Serves those bitches right," Kasai smirked proudly.

"Let's go eat fabulous ice cream. My treat." Himeko offered, and Kasai just grinned at her.

Kioka, Akako, Michika, Aoika, and Kaneka treated each other to cakes at a cafe. They had helped each other in their studies last night and scored high on their tests today. The girls chatted about cute boys at their high school as they ate cakes.

"So, any guys you liked from Akademi high?"

"No. I already like someone at our high school already."

"Well, Sora Sosuke is a good-looking dude. In fact, he's the most good-looking one out of the Rainbow dudes."

"Yeah, but is he already dating that girl named Horuda Umetsu?"

"Yeah, her. I've heard Musume and her gang bullied her until Sora told them to fuck off."

Asahiko, Morihei, and Nishiki entered the cafe and greeted the girls with smiles before they ordered their cakes and milk. They went to sit with the girls.

"Hey, what's up?" Michika smiled shyly at Asahiko. He was the one that she had a crush on.

"Nothing much. I was thinking about you." Asahiko smirked at her flirtatiously.

"Anyway! We should leave you two alone. Let's go to the arcade." Akako winked and smirked at Asahiko and Michika. "It's our treat."

"Yep! Let's go." Nishiki agreed.

"Good luck." Morihei had given the two a thumbs up, winking and smiling.

"Wait, what?" Michika gaped in surprise. Her friends and Asahiko's friends left them alone in the cafe.

"So, what is your favorite movie?" Asahiko asked in curiosity.

Michika just blushed as she slumped in her seat. She can't believe her friends pulled this on her and said it was their treat.

Borupen Saishiki received art supplies as a treat from Kokoro Momoiro in the mail. He shrugged and accepted the gifts. It was a late birthday gift from Kokoro anyway. He smirked darkly.

'Those bitches don't even know Kokoro is dating me in secret. Dumb fucks.'

He carried the box of art supplies to his bedroom. He texted a thank you a message to Kokoro minutes later and received a text message from Unagi Denkashiza.

'Damn. I am lucky today.' Boru responded to Unagi and changed into fresh clothes. He headed out to meet Unagi and his friends at a burger fast food place. 'This is the second time someone is treating me.'

#Yandere Simulator #AU #Fanfiction

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loulikesyansim · 3 years

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Yandere Kun x Taro

this ones dark

CW: Murder, Death, One-sided/Unhealthy crushes.

(Also, this is my first fic to break 1k words and I half planned out a pt. 2!)

Taro forgot his book. It wouldn’t be a problem in most places, but in a school with no phones allowed and for a person whose main source of entertainment was reading, this was a severe disruption in his schedule. So now he was wandering around outside of the gardening club, trying to distract himself from his boredom and everything else that could be going wrong - that was going wrong - in his life right now. Clearly, this wasn’t working because the first thing he noticed was the poster on the wall. A picture of Kizana Sunobu, reading Memorial Service: Gymnasium, 16:30. A perfect reminder of everything terrible happening around him. He walked away from it, and his brain whirred trying to find a new topic - something else, anything else - to think about.

It eventually landed on the only other new development in his life - a new friend. Oka Ruto, leader of the occult club. He ignored her for most of his time there. She was shy and kept to herself, so he had no real reason to. But earlier that week she approached him in the plaza and asked him for recommendations on mystery books, and he gave them. They’d kept talking after that, and he learned that she was a really sweet girl under the shy persona.

He really knew he shouldn’t. Not with what was happening now. The whispers in the hallways, ‘I bet Yamada did it, he knew all of them.’ ‘It’s always the quiet kid.’, it was all lies. Osana was his best friend, Amai was the sweetest girl in school, and Kizana - well, Kizana wasn’t the best - but he really needed a friend then. Hell, he still did. Luckily, most people believed they were all badly timed accidents. Hair caught in a fan, poisoned food, sandbag falling on a stage - it could all be played off. He just hoped nothing happened with anyone else, or the rumors would spread like wildfire.

Taro was knocked out of his thoughts by another student exiting the gardening club area. He was walking quickly, clearly not paying attention to his surroundings. He held a large blue bucket filled with who-knows-what. Not too weird, it was cleaning time after all. But why would he need a bucket in the grass?

Upon noticing Taro, the other boy’s feet stuttered under him. He immediately seemed somewhat… embarrassed? Or shy? But before Taro could think more, the boy’s feet flew out from under him and he - and his overlarge bucket - went catapulting in Taro’s direction.

Taro tried to back away in time but he wasn’t fast enough. He looked down, sensations not hitting him just yet, expecting to be soaked to the bone with water and suds. That was the reasonable answer, but he instead saw bright red covering his black uniform jacket. He looked up at the kid, still shocked from… everything that had just happened. He looked down at himself again, then back at the kid. He seemed terrified of him, glancing back and forth, trying to force words from his mouth. He also looked incredibly suspicious, with a guilty, ‘I could not regret this more if I tried,’ look on his face.

“Was that… blood?”

He stuttered for a moment, seeming almost incapable of speaking. “I’m in the art club, it’s just red paint, I promise,” he said defensively.

Okay, he was definitely creeped out now. The liquid looked and smelled like blood, and he’d never seen this kid in the art club. Besides who would fill a giant bucket with red paint? And who would bring it outside of all places? And hadn’t he been coming from the gardening club? They had just finished re-painting their shed, and everything else had been done over the summer.

But there were too many questions and too little time. He saw the gym teacher approaching around the corner and realized his opportunity. But did he take it? He really should, but what if this was a terrible mistake, what if he was blamed for this? He looked back and forth between the two and with a split second left made a decision.

“Taisho-sensei! I - he - blood!” he said desperately.

She jogged over and looked them both over before furrowing her brow. “Aishi is an art club member. It’s just paint, yes?” she said, looking at the kid - Aishi - for approval.

He nodded quickly, “Yes, and I told him that. He didn’t believe me.” Oh hell no. Aishi did not just blatantly lie to this teacher. Well - it wasn’t really a lie - he had said that. Taro had every reason to believe that he had just been doused in blood, and now he looked like the bad guy. It was sneaky - the exact kind of manipulation he could expect from someone who kept buckets of blood lying around.

“Yamada, go change in the locker room. Aishi, clean the rest of this up.”

“Of course,” Aishi said, giving a light smirk as soon as she looked away.

“But he-”

“Both of you, be more careful not to spill next time,” she interrupted.

“I - alright.”

Taro scurried off to the locker room, trying to put together the pieces. He shoved the bloody clothes into his locker, he could clean them another time, now he just needed to think. Even after a long shower and the walk to the gate, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly, terribly wrong.

Late the next night, Taro was still reeling from the event when he got an alert on his phone. He shook the bright screen light out of his eyes and clicked on it.

New-Age Akademi Massacre Continues

Oka Ruto of Akademi High has been proclaimed missing. She is presumed to be dead, but no body has been found.

Taro collapsed back onto his bed, shaking like a leaf. He tried to steady his breathing and practically threw his phone down onto his bed. This couldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening, he shouldn’t have let this happen. If he said more to the gym teacher, tried to get him to the guidance counselor, he knew, he knew. Just maybe then this could stop, he knew. But there was nothing he could do with his knowledge at this point. She was already dead, and he was already gone.

#TW: Murder #TW: Death #TW: Yandere #ayato aishi #yandere kun #taro yamada #taro x ayato #yansim #fanfic

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dudeandduchess · 3 years

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Can I please ask for some Senjuro fluff between Kyojurou and y/n? Like, perhaps Senjuro was having a nightmare and just started crying in his sleep and Kyojurou and y/n heard him and went to comfort him? I feel like we've all had a nightmare or two where we wake up crying and need a little comfort. I deeply apologize if this is a long or weird request. 🙏🙏❤❤

Hello, bby! And no need to apologize at all, it wasn’t weird of a request. Hope you like it! 🥰🍉🍉🍉

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Kyōjurō x F!S/O: Baby Sen Cuddles (Fluff, SFW Scenario)

“Are you excited?” The soft question shook (Y/n) from her reverie, making her look away from the inky black— yet starry— sky, to look at the man sitting beside her on the engawa.

For all the years that they had been together, it never ceased to amaze her that such a beautiful man was with her; both inside and out, it was safe to say that Kyōjurō was captivating. It felt so surreal to have such a man love her so wholeheartedly.

It was almost too good to be true.

“(Y/n)?” The Flame Hashira asked once more, his head tilting to the side as he regarded his betrothed. “You’re staring again. Is there something on my face?”

At the question, the young woman immediately shook her head, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks as she knew that she had been caught blatantly looking at him. She couldn’t help it though, since he had such arresting features that she couldn’t look away from.

Especially with the moonlight casting an ethereal glow upon them; it only served to amplify those sharp features of his even more. And if he kept looking at her like that, she was sure that she was going to start melting at any second.

“N-no, I just…” (Y/n) exhaled a shaky laugh, before curling her fingers around her lover’s fingers— which had been playing with her own; tracing nonsensical patterns across her left hand. Words had begun to fail her then, so she went with the foremost word springing into her mind, if only to fill the silence that hung between them. “Aishiteru.”

It was Kyōjurō’s turn to blush profusely, because the soft word reverberated in his ears and went straight to his heart; making it beat so hard and fast in his chest, that he was afraid it was going to leap out at any second.

Slowly, a smile crept up onto his surprised face; warm and welcoming, as he leaned forward to brush his lips against hers. “Aishi-“

However, just as Kyōjurō was about to taste those sweet lips of hers, the telltale sound of Senjurō yelping reverberated within the house; and the Hashira wasted no time in trying to see what had happened to his brother.

“Stay here,” The blond instructed gently, lifting a hand up to briefly cup his beloved’s cheek, before padding over towards Senjurō’s room at the end of the hallway.

But (Y/n) wasn’t going to just sit pretty when something could have happened to the little boy. After all, she had grown extremely fond of her future brother-in-law; what with how adorable he was, and how he just radiated such strong calming vibes— only a monster wouldn’t come to love Senjurō.

So, she found herself hastening over to the boy’s room— only to see Kyōjurō sitting next to his brother, and holding the younger Rengoku to his chest. From what she could piece together, the latter must have had a nightmare.

Every one of his sniffles pierced (Y/n)’s chest painfully, and all that the young woman wanted to do was to go over there and hug the two Rengokus who were— essentially— all that each other had. And before she knew it, she had already crossed the room and was holding both Kyōjurō and Senjurō in her arms; gently caressing the younger one’s head, as she pressed kisses to the top of it.

“Nee-chan,” Senjurō whispered through sniffles, looking up at her with those tear-stained eyes that had (Y/n)’s own stinging with unshed tears.

“Did you have a nightmare, Sen?” She asked softly, as she trailed a hand down to his cheek; so she could wipe some of his tears away with her thumb.

Unsurprisingly, the younger Rengoku nodded, and began to quietly explain that he had dreamt about Kyōjurō not returning from a mission— which also meant that (Y/n) no longer had a reason to visit. It was losing two people at once, and (Y/n)’s heart went out to the boy; but all she could do was hug him closer and press a kiss to his forehead.

“Kyō would move heaven and earth just so he can come back to you, Sen,” The young woman assured quietly, as she glanced over at a smiling Kyōjurō. “And I would never leave you behind; you’re my baby brother— well, not officially yet, but soon.”

Senjurō didn’t answer with words, instead his face scrunched up even more as tears began to flow down his face; and before either (Y/n) or Kyōjurō could wipe them away, the younger Rengoku had already buried himself between both of them in a tight hug.

Over Senjurō’s head, Kyōjurō met his beloved’s gaze once more; all while sporting a sappy grin on his lips. He couldn’t help the reaction, no matter how hard he tried to not gush over it; he was that excited about the prospect of being (Y/n)’s husband in a few days.

And with how well she treated Senjurō, there was no second guessing his decision to marry her in the first place.

It was evident in the way that she kept running her fingers through the boy’s hair that she was extremely attached to him, especially when she leaned forward and pressed another kiss to the top of his head.

The action had Kyōjurō’s chest tightening; for a very good reason. He couldn’t even deny how head over heels in love he was with such an amazing woman.

“Aishiteru, (Y/n).”

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bramblie · 3 years

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Amai x Shoku fanfic

I translated a part of my fanfic for you poor non-Russian speaking shippers to read.

Rated T for a k*ss, 100% Fluff

BIG GIANT THANKS TO @sakis-sweets FOR EDITING

Recently, his soft voice had begun to sound deeper in her head. The way he leaned over to her to ask for advice, his habit of smoothing out that one lock of hair that never laid flat when he's deep in thought, his dimples, created by a natural smile - all of it seemed somewhat brighter, like they were important moments.

Every now and then Amai recalled the feeling of his coarse and thick hair between her fingers from that time she pretended there was a crumb stuck in it. Perhaps, this urge to touch Shoku was born from the devastation of losing Yamada-senpai.

Aishi-san gracefully pushed the right buttons, convincing Amai that "giving" Yamada-senpai to her was a fair price for her help. "Giving"... it hurt Amai's ears to think of him as an object like that. After that, Aishi-san had stopped greeting her, let alone talking to her or asking to spend time together. Amai didn't realise her good will had been taken advantage of until it was too late. Yamada-senpai looked happy with her, and he didn’t evoke any flutter in Amai's chest anymore. Tsuburaya-senpai, on the other hand…

Even pronouncing his last name in her mind was kind of embarrassing. After his name, his facial features came to mind, as well as his thin, long palms and quiet giggles...

"What’s on your mind, Odayaka-san?"

"Oh! Oh, nothing. More precisely, this problem.”

It was hard to focus on numbers when a handsome guy was baking amazing dishes a few meters away. Other members of the Cooking Club had already gone to share their food. Shoku achieved excellent results, but cooked slowly and had a habit of leaving varying degrees of mess. Amai had decided not to cook today and study for an upcoming algebra test instead. Club members periodically came to her for advice - inequalities were hard to grasp - and she couldn’t help but constantly raise her eyes to Shoku. In short, not the best conditions for studying. Shoku washed his hands, leaving bowls and measuring cups on the table. Amai would have immediately reminded him of it if he hadn’t sat next to her. Was she delirious or was he actually emanating with warmth? He looked in a problem book and slightly nodded to himself. What a beautiful profile...

"Hm, I think I remember this. Look..."

He took out a pencil and began to solve the problem, explaining the method along the way. Amai tried not to look in his eyes and focus on what was being written but she kept noticing his glances at her with her peripheral vision. Did that mean something? No, it seemed like Shoku was just estimating if she understood the solution or not. He put the pencil back.

"You’re so smart, senpai!"

"Haha, don’t mention it. Try it yourself now."

Amai read the next problem. It seemed completely different. She took a pencil in bewilderment, hoping for comprehension to strike as she began to write. It didn’t strike. She shot a glance at Shoku and he made eye contact with her. And then he let out a small laugh. The pencil reappeared in his fingers and he started explaining that the formula would be the same, but instead of integer values, there were fractions. After three indents «х ≥ а-b/3» was written. Shoku giggled once more when Amai stared at the notebook and shook her head.

"Maybe you should take a break? The cupcakes are almost done; I can make tea for them."

Amai needed to distract herself from all of these «x≥» and «a±b», so she volunteered to make tea herself. Amai recalled that Shoku liked black tea with ginger and two tablespoons of sugar. She put a spoonful of honey and a slice of lemon in her own mug. Shoku’s cupcakes seemed to be made with orange peels, so the combination would be excellent. Amai looked at Shoku and realized he was looking at her, resting his chin on his hand. Maybe not even looking, more like observing… She brought mugs, looking down at them as if she was afraid of being caught in eye contact again.

"Thank you, Odayaka-san."

"The pleasure is mine, senpai. Judging by the timer, the cupcakes would be ready in five minutes."

"Wonderful, just in time for the tea to cool down."

Shoku brought the mug under his nose to check the aroma and lightly nodded. He knew that Amai knew his favourite kind of tea, so what was the point of being surprised and thanking her each time? She felt his gaze on her face again. Damn it, why did it take only one glance for him to make her head spin and her chest burn, but it seemed she couldn’t make him blush even if she would grab his collar, draw him to herself and- Oh, what the hell!

"Odayaka-san, how’re you doing lately?"

"U-Um, everything is fine. Except for upcoming exams, of course."

"Is it fine in the bakery too?"

"Of course! Business goes smoothly."

"What about your private life?"

"U-Um, mhm, uh, w-what? W-What do you mean?"

Shoku ran his finger along the rim of the mug and took it away as it started to burn.

"Lately you seem... how should I say it… melancholic."

"Oh."

"You were in a similar state a couple of months ago when you fell in love with my classmate. You couldn’t focus and lowered your head just like that. So, I’ve come to the conclusion that you… Ahem, yeah."

Amai hadn’t been aware of that at all. Yamada-senpai had haunted her thoughts as well, but did he cause such inner trembling like Shoku? Are the excitements in her heart that noticeable?

"I don’t even know what to say… F-fine, yes, I guess, yes, I admit, I’m lost in all these thoughts. But don’t worry, I will return back to normal soon!"

Shoku took his mug, made a little sip and whispered something above the surface of a drink.

"I didn’t hear you."

Shoku whispered a little louder, and Amai barely made out his words from his breath.

"Who is it?"

It’s you. Come on, say it. It’s you. A split second will pass soon. It’s so hard to breathe. It’s you.

"I can’t tell."

I’m afraid to tell. It wasn’t Friday, and they were not under the cherry tree behind the school; she couldn’t confess. Amai at least knew she wouldn’t be rejected under the cherry tree. She could soothe herself as much as she wanted with thoughts of all his glances and gestures, but it was not enough for full confidence. Her bravery was limited to “accidental” touches and compliments to his dishes. Shoku sipped his tea again and looked at the window overlooking the corridor.

"Well, I wish you good luck."

Amai grabbed the chance to gaze at him. So many times now, she couldn’t lift her head because he had looked at her. He was so unbearably close all this time. Thick brown hair, folds on his shirt, emphasizing the thinness of his arms, long neck… Amai noticed a flour stain on his neck. He must’ve scratched it with floury hands, washed them, and forgotten about his neck… The urge appeared, and didn’t leave any seconds for hesitation.

Shoku jerked his head towards Amai. She held her gaze with all her might on her fingers that were stroking, that is to say wiping his neck. Still, she gave up in his trap. She needed to explain he had a stain there. She needed to, but… Those half-closed eyelids… Cheeks, covered with pink… Lips, opened in silent question… It seemed like Amai forgot her words. Shoku too, apparently, because instead of asking any questions he tilted his head.

It seemed like Amai had forgotten what she was doing. With her thumb, she slid under his jaw line and slowly ran it along his neck. Shoku closed his mouth with the back of his hand and looked out the window again to make sure no one could see them. Amai ran her palm up his neck and felt the texture of his hair. Yes, memories can’t be compared to an ongoing feeling. Her fingers were lightly playing with small strands while her palm kept stroking his neck.

Shoku suddenly straightened up. Amai was in such trance, she forgot about the eye contact, so he caught her with her guard down. She immediately seemed to sober up. What was happening right now? Why did she stroke his neck? Why did he hold her hand in place when she tried to pull it away? Why did Shoku’s face become closer?

Amai felt an exhale on her lips. She exhaled too, and the hot air between her and Shoku caused such a strong pressure in her chest she squeezed her shirt. And then there was a touch. Soft and hot, with a taste of ginger which made Amai squeak. Or was it something else? Shoku gently nipped her bottom lip a few times and breathed out without breaking contact. But, after slowly moving away, he stood up.

Amai opened her eyes. Shoku went to the kitchen and behind the partition she heard the sound of him opening the oven.

“The cupcakes are ready.”

Five minutes had passed.

#yandere simulator #amai odayaka #shoku tsuburaya #shoku x amai

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