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gojo satoru x gender neutral reader

highschool edition so i can include geto without sobbing my eyes out, everyone is 18

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https://open.spotify.com/episode/6AMDdGE9XaJSckIG4oUTGn?si=_BdeEcD0TBqZ-vBM9jLveQ

PLEASE LISTEN TO THIS GENSHIN PODCAST! ITS SO GOOD AND I MET THE CREATOR/HOST AND SHE IS SO SWEET

craving smthn soft with yan venti and freminet........ just... sweet words about how theyll never let you go, or think badly of you while holding you in their arms all snuggly in bed (whether you like it or not)

i love the contrast between venti and freminet, such gentle kind souls whilst also being entirely different at the base. A five star, anemo bow user, from mondstat versus a four star, cryo claymore user, from fontaine XD

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including obsessive behaviors, a little bit of delusional behaviors, the rest is just soft stuff :D, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Venti is in his element here, soft and sweet words whispered into your ear as he holds you close. The two of you laying together in bed as he keeps your head tucked onto his chest, his fingers tracing shapes that you don’t recognize faintly over your shoulder blades.

While he isn’t entirely opposed to using it, Venti prefers to keep violence and force out of the relationship, he wants you to naturally seek his company, to want him as badly as he wants you.

It’s why he never fuses or fights when you want affection or attention, gladly dropping whatever he’s doing to put all his attention on you. You are the only thing that really matters in his mind, all other things are lost among the absolute that is you. The way your every thought consumes him whole, his false heart seeming to beat out of control for you at just the thought of your presence.

His poetic nature only makes his words much sweeter, lips spewing endless trains of sugar coated symphonies that only your ears get to bear witness to.

Hours have passed feeling merely like minutes as you laid there, curled up in Venti’s embrace as his lips moved continuously. You didn’t know how he seemed to come up with such endless thoughts, and when asked he only replied that he could talk about you till the end of time. A silly, poetic answer, but one that carried still a lot of weight. A hum of content leaves your lips as you feel his fingers pick up their motions again. You weren’t familiar with the symbols Venti traced, even as you tried to reimagine them in your mind, it still never even came out to anything remotely legible to you. Whether it was just random patterns and swirls or something deeper to Venti didn’t matter much to you, just so long as he continued to love you so devotedly.

Yandere!Freminet is not good with words. He doesn’t know how to say all the sweet frilly stuff that couples say to each other. His fluster and stumbled words always tripping him up when he even thinks about what to say to you.

What he doesn’t mess up on talking about though is machines, because he knows machines. He knows how they work and what should and shouldn’t be with them, they have absolutes, something that words of affection sometimes don’t

So in his own, loving way, he talks about you as if you were a machine. If you were a robot that he built, how would he build you? Where does he start, what kind of material and parts does he use and what would you be built for. He explains it all in detail to you. 

He tells you about the kinds of repairs and maintenance you might need. How often you might need a good polishing or a new coat of paint. If it has anything to do with machinery he will talk about it. It’s almost weird, but endearing in a way. To have someone think so deeply about you as an individual, discussing every small detail and piece of you with such invested interest. It’s strange, but so genuinely Freminet.

You could listen to Freminet talk for hours, laying beside you on the grass, hand holding yours as he gazes deeply into your eyes. Occasionally he sits up, leaning over you to trace down a specific part of your body, using the real you to explain the pretend machine you as a concept. It’s cute, the way he focuses so intently on describing every detail for you, running over the same part over and over again in his head until he’s certain you can picture the same thing he sees. He’s a little strange, but he’s so devoted to you, to everything that is or in relation to you. He’s Freminet, your dorky partner.

AETHER IS TO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD

Lipstick # 3 💄

Imagine your genshin S/O making you try on lipsticks of different colors and shades and then making you kiss them on their face to see if it suits them too.

Aether (For @proper-fox):

Sorry it took so long. I was in physical pain while trying to write this. I hate period cramps (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

Aether has many many friends (and enemies), and most are indebted to him (Yes, even some of his enemies). So it's not unusual for his mailbox to be filled with gifts of many kinds. In fact, he had to have a separate mail box for close friends just so he wouldn't lose those.

And as thankful as he is for the gifts, he doesn't exactly use nor need most of it. But of course, he couldn't just tell them off. (Well, he can, but he still wants free stuff now and again.)

As he's pacing around your shared bedroom in his abode, he notices your lipstick collection... or rather, the lack of it. A lone lipstick stood proudly on your vanity table, with a color that's just a bit too... common for him to see on you.

After some thinking, he came up with a solution to his mailbox problem. Why not tell people that he'll only be accepting lipsticks?

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"Aether, why the hell do you have so many lipstick?" You asked, once you saw him carrying a box full of lipstick with a rainbow of selection, picking up one that's a really neon green.

"It's for a... project." Aether says, smiling innocently at you. He then brought in another box, one that's empty this time. There's a shine in his eyes that you couldn't understand.

"Can you do something for me?"

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You then found yourself sitting on the bed, a box full of lipstick on your side, while the empty one on the other.

In front of you is Aether, sleeping soundly. After a tiring day of doing commissions, he grabbed you towards the bed with the energy he had left, and told you what to do before passing out.

"Give me lots of kisses. I want you to try each and every one of these."

You couldn't help but quirk your lips at his words from earlier, before picking a random lipstick from the pile.

Upon applying it, you then leave soft kiss on his soft cheek.

When you pulled away, you couldn't help but feel delighted at how the lipstick color suit him. Maybe he does have a point in making you do this.

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The next morning, Aether woke up with a yawn, stretching his arms. He drowsily got up from the bed, making sure not to disturb your sleep, before heading to the bathroom.

The moment he faced the bathroom mirror, he feel his whole being wake up, fully energized, a huge grin quickly growing on his face.

Aether's body is littered with kiss marks with colors and shades that suited him. From his face, to his arms, and even to his stomach. There are even some stray ones on his thighs.

Leaning back out of the bathroom door, he spots the two boxes on the feet of your shared bed, one labelled 'keep', and the other, 'give away', both seemed half filled.

Focusing back on his reflection in the mirror, he's quite happy but... he's not satisfied.

With a huff, he quickly runs out of the bathroom, and headed towards you still sleeping on the bed. He jumped on the bed, straddling your hips, before shaking you awake.

He glared at you with determined eyes, watching as you drowsily opened yours that are filled with sleepy confusion.

"You have to try again. Let me feel the kisses this time!"

Next up is our dear Kazuha!

Also, I probably almost died with my dog earlier ಥ‿ಥ

(@neigesprincess heya! You wanted to be tagged, right?)

THIS WAS SO FUCKING CUTE I WAS SCREAMING OML!!!! I LOVED IT SM!!!

I love the christmas event youre doing! I wanted to request floyd leech and gonna give him a shark plush (Listen i love sharks) Hobbies: I love writing, chatting with friends, swimming, and watching shows about the ocean (Like blue planet)

Personality: Kind, giving, excitable

Setting: The octavinelle dorm

Awwwww thanks! I'll do my best on this fic ✨️ Also, I'm debating changing your moot tag to sharkie🦈, would you be cool with that?

Christmas Secret Santa Event

gn!reader x Floyd Leech

: ̗̀➛ Scenario: Most of Octavinelle decided to stay in the dorm at NRC this Christmas and helped out to make a feast for dinner.

ೃ⁀➷ Just 💜

ೃ⁀➷ Reader isn't Yuu

ೃ⁀➷ Semi-proofread, please ignore any mistakes!

TW: None

You and Floyd did Secret Santa a bit differently (aka Floyd rigged the results somehow, you have no idea how). You both knew that you'd gotten each other obviously, so now comes the shopping process.

It took you longer than you'd thought to pick out something for him since you weren't sure what he would like. Obviously your first thought was shoes since you knew he liked them and also played basketball, which is the gift you almost got him until a squishy shark plushie caught your eye, and you immediately bought it.

While everyone else was in the lounge exchanging gifts and preparing Christmas dinner, Floyd pulled you into an empty corridor. "Sharky~ what did you get me, what did you get me?" He asked excitedly.

You laughed, holding out a neatly wrapped square present with a nice bow on the top. "I almost got you something else, but I thought you'd like this more." You said as he waited impatiently, almost like a child.

You handed him the present, which he grabbed vry eagerly. He tore open the paper and removed your gift. Cue a few moments pause and he figured out what it was. He got so excited that he squeezed you much harder than he meant to. It took a minute to regain your breath. "Awwwww, I love it, Sharky~!!" He said, the relased you and handed you a slightly messily wrapped present. You only had a second before he was pleading with you to open it.

"Go on, go on, open it!" He said loudly with a wide grin on his face. You took the present carefully, not sure ehat to expect, though you eventually opened the present and were delighted by what you saw. The present contained what resembled a snowglobe, but the structure inside was of the Atlantica Memorial Museum and instead of snow inside, there were tiny glowing beads.

"Awwwwww, thank you, Floyd!" You said, hugging him tightly while trying to not drop the gift. He hugged you back with his signature drawling laugh. "C'mon, Sharky, let's go put these in my room so we can go get some food!" Floyd said, putting the shark plushie under one arm and grabbing your hand with his other. You really had no choice but to follow him.

When you entered his room, he was evidently still very happy because he jumped onto his bed and squeezed the poor plushie to the point where it was so flat that it took a few seconds for it to regain its form. You deposited your snowglobe(?) onto his desk and sat down with him for a moment on the bed.

"Floyd, weren't we going to get food?" You asked amusedly. He frowned, still holding onto the shark plushie. "I don't want to now. I want to snuggle you and Sharky 2.0." He said, then lunged forward to pull you into a hug.

You accepted the hug with a knowing smile as he'd done similar things in the past. "It's time for my Christmas snuggles now." Floyd said, pretty much wrapping his entire body around you. You laughed. "Alright, fine."

You stayed there for about ten minutes before there was knocking on the door. "Floyd? Y/N? Are you in there?" You heard Jade's voice from behind the door. Floyd jumped up and ran to the door with his new shark plushie in hand as you took a moment to sit up. You laughed as Floyd began rambling about Sharky 2.0 and how cute it was but not as cute as you and how squishable it was. At first, Jade was utterly bewildered, but he retained a semi-formal composure, though his smile was very genuine.

"I'm glad you like your gift from Y/N, Floyd, but aren't you hungry? Most of dinner is ready and I'd hate for you to miss out on the good food." Jade interrupted Floyd's rant. Floyd pouted, but after he grabbed your hand and all but yanked you out of the room, he was all smiles. You noticed that he still had the plushie in his other hand and you smiled.

All throughout the feast and the rest of the Secret Santa exchanges, Floyd stuck to your side like glue and would tell anyone who would listen about Sharky 2.0. He also declared to you the your gift was the best of the exchange (you had luckily pulled him into the empty kitchen before he'd said this to get more food). In the end, it was a very good exchange and you made this eel boy's day. Yeah, just so you know, he's going to take Sharky 2.0 with him everywhere and basically the whole school is going to know about it by the time Christmas break is over.

Floyd requested that you put the snowglobe on your desk so you'd always see it when you walk into your room, which you obliged and now that is its permanent spot. At night, the glowing beads gave off the illusion of fish swimming in water when light hit the globe. He gets visibly much happier when he comes in your room and sees it.

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS, I HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR WHY I FINISHED THIS SO FAST!! Also thank you for the ask! 💙 I hoped you enjoyedddd and obviously everyone else who read this too. First request of the event is done, I'm so fucking good lol/j but seriously I love that your suggestion was a shark plushie because it is so cute to imagine. Can someone with better artistic skills than me draw this and tag me in it? Like 🙏 P.L.E.A.S.E. 🥹

Taglist: @mermaidfanficlibrary (obviously) @officialdaydreamer00 @lyle-my-beloved @b-floyd-o-leech-b @cookiesandbiscuits

Tagging artists I follow because I beg of thee, please for my sanity, draw them 😭🙌 @deezneezz @qwakque (if you don't want me to tag you in stuff like this, let me know please!!!)

OMG YOU POSTED?? AND WITH A BANGER NO LESS!!

I need more of Baron and gn!reader- Ong Baron is giving secret fanboy when they see reader working and looking scary and mean

But now hear me out- someone tries to hurt Reader and before Baron can even get a finger in reader already has the person pinned?????? And baron is like- ⊙⁠.⁠☉

Reader: "...?"

Baron:＼⁠(⁠◎⁠o⁠◎⁠)⁠／

Reader: "what?"

Baron: ヽ⁠(⁠(⁠◎⁠д⁠◎⁠)⁠)⁠ゝ

Like he knows reader is prolly strong but like seeing reader restrain someone has just got him stunned (man's defo even more fan-crazy about them now tho)

Now I know this totally goes against the fact that reader hired Baron to keep them safe, but like, they've gotta know basic self-defense ur honor🖐️

im literally starving for baron requests so here it is !! :))) also apologies if the fic is kinda short qwq

Yandere! Bodyguard x Gn Reader Part 2

CW: Violence, an atom of mentioned blood, Baron is a bit of a creep

♠️ Considering the fact you dealt with weapons on a daily basis, it's no wonder you were able to defend yourself.

♠️ But hggghghgghgh Baron can't help himself you're so..amazing!!!

♠️ There were times when your dealers would be a little too touchy for your liking and you have to teach them a lesson by gripping their arm painfully tight or kicking them

♠️ He can't help but smile like an idiot seeing his darling boss being capable of defending themself

♠️ Once you turn back to look at him, he already looked away pretending to be looking at the guy and not you.

♠️ And those were only the minor incidents

♠️ There was one time where you two went to the convenience store because you ran out of instant noodles.

♠️ He stayed outside waiting for you while you browsed the shelves for your favorite flavour

♠️ Baron was busy thinking about how cute you look walking with him at 10pm in fluffy pajamas and one of his shirts that were way too big for you that it drooped from your shoulders

♠️ It was cold and you found one of his shirts that were freshly cleaned, he nearly went into cardiac arrest when he saw you smelling how fresh it was.

♠️ He was fantasizing so much he didn't notice a fight breaking out in the store

♠️ A loud crash caught his attention, and he rushed in only to find that you got it all under control

♠️ There were two men with pocket knives that were going to jump you, but you fought back hard.

♠️ He just watched as you beat up these two hoodlums all on your own, he can't help but gulp as you wiped your mouth after a punch or slicked back your sweat covered hair.

♠️ After one last kick to one of them, you pay for your things and leave, curling your arm around Baron's, making him tense up trying not to squeak giddily

♠️ You lean your head on him as you try to slow your breathing. "I uh...got you that coffee you like.."

♠️ PLEASE PLEASE MARRY HIM PLEA- "Thanks.."

♠️ He's much more protective of you, and much more obsessed~

♠️ As much as you look hot defending yourself, he doesn't want you to hurt yourself ;-; please let him take care of you babagurl !!

♠️ If you ever get hurt, even just a bruise or a nosebleed, Baron's taking you home immediately!!! preferably with you in his arms bridal style as you hold him close~

♠️ He's treating your wounds and scolding you about always leaving the dirty work to him! He doesn't want your pretty face ruined by such bastards

♠️ "You hired me for a reason, you can rely on me to deal with those punks ok? So please take better care of yourself.." His tone teetered on the edge of strict and caring

♠️ You sigh in defeat "Alright alright, thank you Baron~" you caress his head and cheek in gratitidute

♠️ Poor guy nearly got a heart attack from the contact OH MY GOD OH MY GOD YOUR HANDS ARE SO SOFT AND SILKY!!!!!

♠️ "N-no problem Boss.."

♠️ If you ever get blood on your shirt, here! take his coat! totally not because you look adorable in it!

♠️ If you feel sore afterwards, he'll run you a nice warm bath to ease your muscles, he may or may not take a whiff of your dirty clothes while you're busy in the bathroom...

♠️ But most of all, if he ever runs into the assholes who hurt you..lets just say fighting you was more merciful than what he's about to do to them..

♠️ He checks up on you while you sleep and smiles, "Don't worry Boss, no one will ever hurt you again, I'll make sure of it.."

♠️ He tucks a hair behind your ear and pulls your blanket up before giving you a soft but heartfelt kiss on your head before leaving.

A concept that never fails to creep me out is the archetype of the manipulative yandere.

They're the kind of people who you would never see coming and wouldn't even know that they were the true puppet masters behind all of the horrible situations happening in your life unless they were the ones who decided to stop screwing with you and to just get on with it already.

There is a high chance of them not doing that though. Why? Well, reasons may vary depending on the character.

Perhaps it is out of sadistic amusement, they get a kick out of knowing that they are the ones who hold the key to either totally obliterating your life or making it so much better than you could have ever predicted. I personally like to headcanon this specific subtype of yandere as slightly more active as they establish a connection with you but play coy once they see that your mood is rightfully down in the dumps. You have nowhere to go - come running to them instead.

It's not like you have any other options anyway.

・❥・ 𝐅𝐘𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐒𝐊𝐘 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐆𝐎𝐋 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐈 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐊𝐀𝐅𝐊𝐀 (honkai star rail), 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐘𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐈 (death note), 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐋𝐀 (avatar the last airbender), 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 (scream).

And there is the the softer subtype, the so called "kinder" one. They whisper sweet nothings in your ear but it's all empty fluff. Well, not everything. Their endless proclamations of endless devotion and love all ring true but you do not have a clue just how deep their hands are in your business.

They are doing you a favor. That is how they think of this, it is how they operate. You are front and center of everything they do, they do not take action unless they calculate every single possible move and outcome. Only then do they feel confident that they can make the next move.

Unlike the previous group the sadistic aspect is thrown completely out of the window but is instead replaced with a twisted sense of fear and worry, giving them the excuse that they are doing the right thing and that it is all for your benefit. That is why they plan out with who you'll be with and who shall be smoothly dealt with.

They don't want to hurt you. They want you to love them. They want to love you.

・❥・𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐔𝐀𝐍 (honkai star rail), 𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐔𝐘𝐀 (bungo stray dogs), 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 (hakiyuu!), 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘 (moriarty the patriot), 𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐕𝐈 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐀 (code geass).

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ IS IT OVER NOW? (IT ISN'T) ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: all good things come to an end, including your relationship—but don't worry, broken hearts can be mended, but only if you're both willing to try.

contents: fem!reader. you two break up and make up! you guys fight/break up over something that coulda been resolved with better communication. kinda suggestive ending, maybe i'll drop a part two if this does alright. satoru announces your break-up on his stream. longest fic i've posted so far, 4k words (kms).

author's note: the long awaited angst has finally arrived.. big thank you to @screampied for beta-reading!! tagging @yunymphs who read it early and @sutorus + @kentopedia who i both miss very much!!

ever since you first joined satoru on his stream, it’s gotten way more popular than either of you could’ve ever expected. before he brought you onto his live, he was averaging about eight thousand views per stream. now, his average was well over fifteen thousand—and that wasn't even including the publicity he got from other websites. when satoru accidentally left the camera on while you two made out, you two went viral on twitter. and when another user tried to swipe him away, the clip got over a hundred thousand views on youtube.

at first, satoru didn't mind the change his stream was going through—in fact, he welcomed it. but lately, things have been… different.

last week, while satoru was playing in some competition, he won first out of hundreds of equally proficient players. had it been anyone else, their comments would've been filled with congratulations and good job's, but in his case, all satoru got were messages asking where you were. that wasn’t the first time—ever since that very first day, when you showed up on his stream, satoru’s audience has entirely shifted. and honestly, if you were in his position, you'd be a bit annoyed. anyone would be. 

but you had never expected that it would be so big of a deal that you and satoru—the "cutest couple on the internet"—would break up over it.

you walk along the chilly, suburban sidewalk up to your boyfriend’s house. satoru had just sent you a message asking if you could come over, and like always, you answered with an immediate yes. a flock of crows fly by, raven feathers providing a stark contrast between them and the pale gray sky around you. it’s gray and gloomy, but not unpleasant. 

a sweet, romantic song plays in your ears as you knock three times on satoru’s front door. his familiar voice calls out “coming!”, and you can hear his footsteps grow louder and louder until he swings open the door. satoru smiles down at you, cheeks already rosy from the cold winter air. “hey.”

you tilt your head and smile back at him. “that’s all i get? hey?” you huff, walking into his living room behind him as the door closes behind you. “d’you have any hot chocolate? i’m freezing,” you say, licking your lips. satoru turns and pauses, an unreadable expression on his face. “satoru?”

after a moment, your boyfriend snaps out of it. “oh, yeah, sorry,” he says ruefully. satoru rubs his eyes with one hand and uses the other to open the door to his bedroom, and as you follow him in, you’re hit with a blast of warm air. “i’m just kinda tired, but yeah, i have some hot cocoa in here. c’mon.”

“anything i can do for you?” you offer, sitting down on the corner of his bed. you’ve been to his house so many times that it feels like home—maybe even more so than your own place. everything about satoru’s room is comfortable, from his plush chairs to the faux-fur blankets draped over every single piece of his furniture. you could probably fall over at any given point and it wouldn’t actually hurt—you’d just land on something soft and/or fluffy.

but that wasn’t all that made you so in love with his home. it was just the way it felt—words couldn’t describe the way everything was just so right and just so perfect, and you really did hope that you’d never have to see a time where you wouldn’t be able to spend time with your boyfriend here.

it really is a shame that all good things had to come to an end. at least, that’s what you kept telling yourself as satoru finally told you why he called you over. unlike nearly every other time, it wasn’t because he missed you or wanted to cuddle—it was quite the opposite, really.

“i don’t think this is working.”

six words that shattered the life you had come to know and love.

“is this a joke?” you try, an unnerved smile spreading across your lips against your will. he doesn’t reply instantly, which is so out-of-character for him that it makes you stiffen up. “satoru, this isn’t funny—”

“i’m not kidding,” satoru murmurs, looking away. he refuses to meet your eyes, and some part of you is still desperately trying to find reason in the chaos that’s slowly taking over your mind. how could it be that everything was just fine two minutes ago and now it’s anything but that? did something happen? did you say the wrong thing? did you—

“it’s not funny,” you insist, still somehow clinging onto your slowly-dwindling hope. maybe you’re in denial, but still, you were sure that everything was fine—no, that everything is fine. there was no past-tense, right? how could the glass home you’d built with your bare hands just crash down at the throw of a pebble?

satoru finally meets your eyes, and your breath catches in your throat. there’s no amused glimmer in his eyes, no “just kidding” in sight, and even worse, you can’t even see an ounce of the love or adoration you’d come to grow so attached to in just a couple months.

“what happened?” you whisper, miraculously managing to keep yourself together. you’d never forgive yourself if you just started crying over a breakup you weren’t even sure was happening—what little’s left of your pride is holding on. you allow yourself to wrap your arms around your chest, curling into your own embrace. 

satoru doesn’t reply for a long second. right when you’re sure he just won’t reply, he does, and it all comes spilling out in a messy stream of words. “it’s just… i can’t do this anymore. i can’t keep going online and seeing everyone on my stream talking about you. i love you, i really do, but it’s just—” satoru shakes his head frustratedly. “i don’t know how to say it, but you know what i mean, right?”

your eyebrows furrow and you shake your head. “you’re breaking up with me because you’re tired of seeing me?”

“no, fuck,” satoru groans, running a hand through his hair. his previously cool and collected demeanor starts to fall apart as he takes a step back. “i don’t know how to explain it, but— shit, you wouldn’t understand.”

you swallow and start to stand up, still willing to try. “then help me understand, satoru, i—”

“you’ve seen the comments, and you’ve seen all the posts on twitter,” satoru says, tilting his head back and glaring at the ceiling. “it’s not your fault, but i really just can’t stand everyone disregarding me and turning my own stream into a youtube channel starring you.”

his words sting like alcohol in an open wound, and you fight the battle of your life to prevent the thousands of tears hiding behind your eyes from being visible. even so, your voice wobbles ever so slightly as you say “that’s a bullshit reason to break up, satoru—”

your boyfriend—is he even still your boyfriend?—scoffs and shakes his head, stumbling back and falling into his chair. "for you, it isn't. you wouldn’t understand. for me, it's like everyone's just... invalidating the three years i've spent on this shit. and i can't do it anymore, i just can't."

you blink slowly, backing away towards his bedroom door. "what does that mean?"

satoru exhales a bitter laugh and turns away, the back of his chair facing you. you think you can hear him take a soft, shaky breath as the room falls silent. neither of you make a sound before satoru turns back toward you, a blank look on his face.

he looks up at you, azure eyes devoid of the sparkle you've become so familiar with. satoru smiles sadly, but to your dismay, there's no real emotion behind it. it's almost like he's already accepted it when he says, "it means we—" he pauses and looks away. "this is over."

you reach out toward him, desperate to hold on to him—to the invisible string that ties you and satoru together, but he's just out of your grasp. "satoru, it isn't even that big of a deal, why are you—"

satoru turns and fixes you with a stern glare, and just like that, the string that kept you and satoru together for months, maybe years snaps, and you're left with a limp strand of what it once was. taking the hint, you walk out of his room in a daze, hardly noticing the way he says "i'm sorry".

and the worst part? he said he still loved you. but apparently that wasn’t enough.

satoru has every right to be annoyed that his stream is only growing because of you—his stream was the way he made money, and after all, it was never meant to be about you. 

and maybe he was never meant to be for you either.

the walk home is cold and lonely. you slip a hand into your pocket—the pocket of satoru's hoodie, which you should probably return to him—and extract your earphones. it probably isn't a good idea to wear both outside as you walk home, but you do it anyway—this day can't possibly get any worse.

a soft voice murmurs words of sorrow and encouragement in your ear as the music takes you to another world. maybe this—the breakup—was meant to happen. maybe it was a mistake to date a boy with thousands of fans.

as soon as you get home, your phone dings softly. you pick it up and frown when you see it's from toru. you'd have to change that name later.

toru: idk if u blocked me already but i still have a lot of ur things, do u wanna come pick them up later?

toru: or i can drop them off tmrw ig

you miss the way he used to text you—with an obnoxious amount of exclamation points and an even worse amount of emojis. now, it's like all of the flavor's gone from his words, and it hurts. that's when it actually settles in, that this is really over. it hurts like an icicle being driven straight through your heart, and it stings like one, too.

satoru's texts are left on delivered for five whole minutes before you reply, and it's only with an "i'll come by tmrw". he likes the message less than a minute later, and you're left to wallow in your misery alone until you finally drift off to sleep.

the next morning, you open your phone to a notification alerting you that satoru’ll be live on stream in ten minutes. curiosity kills the cat, but in this case, maybe it’d be worth it to see what he tells his viewers about your breakup. after all, there’s no way he wouldn’t tell them—he always had something to say about you, and he’d probably rather tell them for sure rather than let them come up with ridiculous theories on their own.

so you hastily make a new account using some email account you haven’t touched since middle school, trying a couple different passwords until you remember the one that works. the website hits you with a hundred questions, asking you about your favorite games and who’d you like to subscribe to first. you choose satoru, albeit after a second of hesitation. two minutes later, sparklingzebra672 joins your ex-boyfriend’s stream. you wait a second, holding your breath as the live loads. a brief moment later, satoru’s painfully familiar face appears on your screen.

“hey guys,” satoru says, forcing a smile on his face. even from behind a screen, you swear you can feel his eyes on you. “how’s everyone today?” 

the already unstable smile on satoru’s face falls when he opens the comments and gets greeted with a flurry of where’s your girlfriend’s. had you been anyone else, you probably wouldn’t have noticed the way satoru’s eyes dulled ever so slightly or the way he curled into himself, but being the girl who once knew him best, you could tell.

“oh, she won’t be back on here for… a while,” satoru starts, dancing around the topic. he leans back against his chair and tilts his chin up, azure eyes focused on the ceiling. “we broke up.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way satoru’s comments explode. it’s almost like you can hear the shocked gasps coming from all fourteen—no, twenty thousand viewers as the words nobody thought would ever they’d hear from satoru are spoken.

suguru-geto: holy shit im so sorry 

toji-fushiguro: wait wtf r u kidding?? that's fuckin crazy

yuuji-itadori: omg i thought u guys were together forever :(

inumaki: chat is this real??

satoru shrugs, averting his eyes from the hundreds of comments pouring in, but you scroll through and read them all. everyone, even satoru’s haters, seems genuinely shocked. in fact, had this not been your own breakup, you would’ve been one of them, begging and pleading satoru for more details.

“yeah, we did,” satoru murmurs, eyebrows furrowing just enough for you to read his expression. now that you’re looking closer, you can see the subtle redness underneath his eyes—had he been crying too? and maybe you’re imagining it, but his hair seems a bit dishelved too. your ex-boyfriend shrugs, forcing his face back into his usual lighthearted expression, but it’s not fooling anyone.

satoru scowls at the new flood of comments asking him why you two broke up. some people are already hypothesizing—maybe it’s because you got jealous of his fame, or maybe he got sick of you. maybe you left him to go date some other streamer, or maybe—

“i’m actually gonna end the stream here, ‘cause i don’t really want to deal with all of this right now,” satoru says with a frown. his eyes are narrowed irritably as a couple users protest, still begging for more details. “you guys know that i’m a real person with my own life, right? fuck off.”

and just like that, the stream ends. you’re left with a blank screen and a message saying that satoru’s ended the live, so you shut your laptop. your stomach turns as you groan, just remembering that you have to go over to his place later to retrieve your things, and somehow, you’d have to pretend that you didn’t just stalk his stream to see if he’d say anything substantial about the breakup.

a couple minutes after the stream ends, your phone blows up—every mutual friend you and satoru have is messaging you about what he said, but you can’t bring yourself to open any of them. except for one.

suguru: r u ok?

you: yeah ig

suguru: do u want anything?

satoru’s best friend’s question catches you off-guard—there are a lot of things you want. you want this whole situation to go away. you want the world to disappear. and most of all, you want satoru back, without the online world attached.

but suguru can’t do any of those things, can he? so you leave him on read. 

somehow, you fall back asleep, tossing and turning in your bed without satoru’s steady arms to accompany you. a couple hours later, you wake up again, wincing from the dim sunlight that pours through your windows and directly into your eyes. it’s just past five, so you figure that you might as well go down to satoru’s house and get your things. better to do it now than drag it out for an uncertain amount of time.

the walk is shorter than you remember, but maybe it’s just the absence of music pouring into your ears that makes it seem that way. you watch the wilted autumn leaves flutter in the wind, falling down onto the sidewalk like pieces into place. once upon a time, you had walked these very streets with satoru—it’s a fond memory you remember only all too well.

when you finally step onto your ex’s doorstep, the door opens before you even have a chance to knock. and there he is—the boy who’d once been the love of your life. satoru looks down at you with an unreadable expression. “hey.”

you think you’ve seem this film before, and you didn’t like the ending.

satoru spares you from having to reply by opening the door wider and beckoning you inside. “i already put most of your stuff into a couple boxes, but i thought you’d wanna check on your own. just in case i forgot something.”

you nod and walk past him, not trusting your voice to be steady. this was harder than you expected—much harder. in fact, you’re practically on the verge of breaking down when you step into satoru’s room and look around and see just how different it looks without the touches of you everywhere.

the fortnite poster you’d given him as a joke for the second anniversary of his stream was gone from his wall, and so were the two mini succulents that used to sit on the corner of his desk. the white cat plushie that used to rest on his pillow was gone, too—probably stuffed somewhere in one of the boxes outside his bedroom door.

after nearly a minute of looking around, you decide that whatever satoru possibly could’ve missed wasn’t important enough for you to have to stick around any longer.

you turn and start to exit satoru’s room so fast that you nearly crash into him when he suddenly appears in the doorway. “shit, sorry about that,” you mumble, trying to walk around him. but of course, because the universe is actually praying on your downfall, you and satoru both walk the same way at the same time. you awkwardly try to go around each other, and eventually, the humiliation is over.

“so, you got everything?” satoru asks, walking beside you with his hands in his pockets. you nod, bending over to pick up one of the two boxes. it’s pretty heavy, but not unmanangable. you just don’t really seem to know if you’ll be able to carry both back home at once. 

“oh, uh, i’ll be right back,” you say tentatively. a flash of confusion appears in satoru’s eyes, so you clarify, “i’m gonna go grab my car. that’ll make it easier.”

satoru’s eyebrows furrow and he shakes his head. “no, it’s alright. your place isn’t far from here at all, i’ll just take the other and walk back with you.”

“no, really, it’s alright.”

“it’s the easiest option, ba—” satoru cuts himself off, stopping himself from calling you baby for the first time since you two had started dating. “sorry.”

“let’s just go.”

the walk back to your house is brutal. you walk side by side with satoru since the path is wide enough for you to do so, and you two just keep bumping into each other. had you still been dating, satoru probably would’ve dropped the box and scooped you up instead, kissing your cold face to warm it up. of course, that would’ve added five minutes to your walk, but it would’ve been better than the tense silence dividing you and satoru right now. 

the wind whistles around you, brushing at your skin and making you shiver with every gust—there’s nothing more you’d like than to go home, plop on your couch and cry while watching the titanic for the hundredth time. 

after what seems like three hundred awkward hours later, you and satoru finally make it to your house. “thanks,” you say quietly, setting down your box in front of the door. 

satoru places his next to yours and slips his hands back into his pockets. he nods and replies, “no problem,” but still doesn’t leave.

you cross your arms, and tilt your head, meeting his eyes hesitantly. “umm, do you need anything else?”

satoru coughs tensely and shrugs. “oh, uh, not really, just—” his eyes drift down to your top, and your face grows warm when you realize you’re still wearing his hoodie. 

“shit, my bad,” you mumble, internally cringing and resisting the urge to say every curse word you know. could this day really get any worse?

well, at least satoru looks equally as embarrassed. he shakes his head and gestures for you to keep it on. “it’s fine, it’s kinda cold anyways. keep it.” satoru hesitates, shuffling his feet before continuing, “if you want something… to remember me by.”

what you say next was done entirely against your will. “do you still love me?” you ask suddenly, not sure what otherworldly force prompted you to do so. you instantly regret it when satoru’s face goes even redder, and you can tell it’s not from the cold the way his blush spreads to his ears.

“i— uh, i mean—”

“answer me, satoru, i think i have a right to know.”

he looks away and mumbles something about needing to go back home, to feed his fish or something (he doesn’t have a fish), and you grab his hand just as he starts to turn away. “please, satoru, i need to know,” you breathe, squeezing his hand harder when he flinches. 

ten silent seconds tick by, but you still don’t let go. so satoru sighs, a soft white puff of air coming from his lips. “yeah.”

your heart breaks again.

“then why did you—”

“because i don’t know how to do this,” satoru says, blue eyes darting all over the place. “i love you, i really do, but i just can’t— i don’t like having thousands of people thinking that i’m only worth looking at if i’m with you, it’s annoying and it pisses me off and i don’t want to accidentally take it out on yo—”

you cut him off with a kiss, ignoring the way he yelps a little in surprise. but thankfully, he doesn’t push you away—instead, his arms instantly wrap around you and pull you closer into his warm, warm chest. satoru’s lips are a little dry, but still minty as ever from the peppermints he’s constantly munching on. he kisses you back like a man starved of affection, and when you two finally break apart, his eyes are just as hungry.

“you idiot,” you whisper, trailing your fingers through his hair as tears prick at the corner of your eyes. “you shoulda just talked to me about it first.”

“i know,” satoru mumbles, looking down bashfully. “‘m sorry.”

“you should be.” you pause, watching satoru’s lips curve into a pouty frown. “i’m sorry too,” you murmur, and he looks up, confused. “i should’ve seen this coming.”

satoru shakes his head and presses his lips to your forehead, lingering for a couple seconds before pulling back. “i missed you.”

“i was gone for less than a day, satoru.”

“oh, so you didn’t miss me?”

“i did,” you admit, exhaling a puff of air when satoru smiles smugly. “shut up, it’s not a competition!”

“yeah it is, but fine, you win,” satoru gives in with a dramatic sigh, reaching down and twining his fingers with yours. his hands, which are significantly bigger than yours, instantly warm you up. “but only ‘cause i don’t want you to break up with me next.”

“i hate you, y’know that?” you grumble, leaning into his side and letting satoru kiss the top of your head. he hums in agreement, reaching out and opening your front door. 

“i’m sure you do, baby. now c’mon, let’s get inside n’ warm up. i wanna make it up to you,” satoru says with a grin, bending over and scooping up both boxes. 

“oh, yeah? how do you plan to do that?” you challenge, going inside first and holding the door open for satoru. once he’s inside, you close the door and instantly get pinned against it by satoru, whose hands are already creeping underneath your clothes. “satoru, your hands are col—”

he cuts you off by pressing his equally cold lips to yours, smiling against your mouth as he tugs at your clothes. “i know, baby. but i’ll keep you nice n’ warm for the rest of the night, i promise!”

A Debt Collected (Pt. 1 (?))

Yandere! Gangsters X Male Reader

TW: Obsessive behavior, graphic depiction(s) of violence, kidnapping, swearing, and smoking.

Synopsis: Living a life of petty crime and violence, you were bound to mess with someone you shouldn’t have sooner or later.

[A/N: Something random before I post the next part of Twisted Affections.]

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You weren't a good person. 

You lie, you hurt, and you steal from others. Years of living this life had slowly chipped away at your conscience, dulling the edges of remorse.

The guilt that once weighed heavy on your shoulders became a fading memory, drowned out by the flashing lights and moving bodies in the nightclub— It was here, amidst the thumping bass and haze of smoke, that you found a twisted sense of belonging.

While grinding against some random stranger, a hand suddenly grabbed your shoulder from behind— It was firm, cutting through the haze of alcohol and adrenaline that clouded your mind. You turned around, only to see a set of familiar eyes staring back.

It was your friend. 

An edge of annoyance seeped into your voice at the disruption, "The hell do you want?"

But your question was ignored with ease, instead, his lips moved soundlessly against the backdrop of the blaring music. You could barely make out the words as he mouthed to you, "Follow me." 

Before you could respond or protest, his grip on your shoulder tightened, and he began to pull you through the swarming mass of bodies. You struggled to keep up, your clumsy, drunken, legs stumbling as he guided you toward a table in a dark corner of the club. 

As you neared the table, your eyes caught sight of two men seated at one end, their faces obscured by the dim lighting. Though their faces were unfamiliar, something about their presence immediately set off alarm bells in your mind, a gnawing sense of unease began to worm its way inside your gut.

Your friend ushered you to sit down, his hand still firmly on your shoulder as if he could sense your hesitation, urging you forward even as every instinct told you to turn and walk away. Once the both of you were seated, you finally got a clear look at the men before you. 

They were undeniably handsome; the younger of the two looked to be in his 20s, while the other seemed slightly older, perhaps in his 30s or 40. Dressed in expensive suits, the kind that you could never dream to afford.

But it wasn’t their appearance that made your skin crawl—it was the way they watched you, their eyes cold and calculating, as if they were sizing you up, measuring your worth.

You felt a shiver run down your spine. 

Your friend began to speak again.

"Gentlemen, uh, this is [Y/N]." He gestured vaguely to you, a strained smile present on his face. You shot him a questioning look, unsure of what to do, but before you could ask, the younger man in the suit spoke for the first time.

His deep, amused voice filled the space between you as he leaned forward to meet your gaze. 

"Hey [Y/N]! We've heard a lot about you from your friend here."

"Ah.. yeah." you muttered, head still swimming from all the alcohol earlier. 

"You can call me Kei," he continued smoothly, gesturing to himself with a casual air. Then he pointed to the older man sitting beside him, who remained impassive. "And this grumpy guy right here is Victor."

You glanced over at 'Victor', noting the slight frown pulling at the corners of his mouth. His eyes were hard, and unreadable.

“Don’t pay him any mind, he’s always like this-”

"Listen, it's nice to meet you guys and everything," you began, trying to keep your voice steady as you forced yourself to focus. "But is there something I can help you with?" Your tone was more confrontational than you intended, but hell, you were never known for your charm in the first place.

"Straight to the point, I like it!" 'Kei' laughed lightly, taking a sip from the drink in front of him.

Despite the casual tone, there was an unmistakable edge to his words. "Yes there is something, actually. And it's quite urgent too."

"Hey you, can you leave us alone with your friend for a second?" He suddenly turned to address your friend, his eyes still trained on you— as if he didn’t want to lose sight of you for even a moment. "We just need to have a private conversation."

Your friend hesitated, glancing nervously between you and the young man, clearly unsure whether or not to comply. But Kei’s expression, though cheerful, was unyielding. The message was clear: this wasn’t a request, but a command. 

Reluctantly, your friend nodded and stood up, his eyes lingering on you for a moment as if to apologize before he slowly walked away, leaving you alone with the two men.

As you watched your friend disappear into the crowd, the reality of the situation began to sink in.

You were now face-to-face with these two strangers, and whatever they wanted, it was clear they weren’t leaving until they got it.

The older man finally spoke up for the first time, “We have reason to believe that you owe our client quite a significant amount of money."

‘Fuck.’

Your heart sank as recognition dawned upon you. 

A few months ago, while working under a false identity, you had managed to steal a large sum of money from a fairly notorious gang that ran the shady parts of town.

It hadn't been easy infiltrating their ranks, but with your sly tongue and a natural talent for reading people, it didn’t take long before you were climbing the ladder, earning the trust of their leader. To say he was displeased when he found out about this was probably putting it mildly. 

But who in their right mind would entrust their business finances to a well-known liar? That was just carelessness on their part. You had been on the run for a while now, but it was just pure misfortune that you had been caught on the one night you let your guard down.

Your only option here was to stall the two men and play dumb, hoping it would give you enough time to somehow escape from their grasp.

"I think you might have the wrong person," you replied carefully, keeping your voice steady despite the rapid thumping of your heart. "I don't even know what you're talking about."

The younger man raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. This wasn’t good. "I doubt it," he said, tone laced with dark amusement. "You know exactly what we're here for. We've actually been watching you for a while now. And this isn't the first time you've pulled something like this."

Kei reached out toward you, fingers hovering above your forearm. You flinched back instinctively, but before you could move, the older man, Victor, grabbed you tightly by the wrist. His grip was firm, sending a jolt of pain through you— it came as a clear warning that you weren’t going anywhere. 

"I have to say, I'm pretty impressed that you've lasted this long on your own. It’s not often someone manages to slip through our clutches. But everything comes to an end eventually, right?"

The mocking tone in his voice made your blood boil. You clenched your teeth at the sound. The situation was spiraling out of control, but you couldn’t let them see how scared you really were.

“If you’re smart,” Kei added, his voice dropping to a whisper that only intensified the threat, “you’ll come clean now. Tell us where the money is, and perhaps we won’t be so... hm… harsh.”

A surge of defiance flared up within you. Pushing aside the fear, you met his gaze head-on. "Not a chance, asshole!"

In a split second, you grabbed the half-empty glass in front of you and hurled it at Victor's face with all the force you could muster. The glass collided against his cheek with a sharp thud, and he grunted in surprise, releasing his grip on you.

It was the opening you desperately needed. Without wasting a moment, you scrambled to your feet, ignoring the searing pain in your left arm where he had held you, and bolted into the bustling crowd of the nightclub.

"Haha! I didn’t expect that. Thank God he aimed for you instead." Kei’s voice rang out behind you.

"...Shut up. We can't let him escape."

Your breath came in short, ragged gasps as you darted through the room, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The pounding bass of the music seemed to blur with the frantic beat of your heart as you dodged, and pushed past bodies, weaving your way through the sea of oblivious party goers who had no idea of the danger lurking so close.

You weren’t a good person. It was a fact that you wouldn’t deny.

You just didn’t think it would catch up to you this fast. 

After bumping into a couple and nearly tripping over your own feet, you finally broke free from the crowd and into a dark hallway leading to a side exit. You moved as quickly and quietly as possible down the corridor, every nerve inside your body on edge. 

But just as your fingers reached out for the door knob, a sudden, brutal force slammed into your ribs, sending a sharp, agonizing pain through your body.

The impact knocked the breath out of you, and you skidded across the filthy floor, crashing hard into the wall. 

Before you could regain your composure, a hand clamped down roughly on your neck. They dragged you into a nearby room, effectively cutting off any hope of escape.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't have done that." A low chuckle vibrated through your skin as Kei's voice slithered from behind your ear. "I really didn't want to do this to you."

"Fuck off, you creep!" You spat, thrashing violently against his hold, desperation fuelling your every move. The other man in front of you raised his leg, clearly intending to kick you into submission, but was halted by an outstretched hand. 

"Hey, if you kick him that hard again he'll probably throw up all over me, do you know how much this suit costs?" He sighed, exasperation lacing his tone. The other man hesitated, clearly annoyed, but followed Kei’s lead and stepped back, a scowl etched on his face.

"Sorry about that, this guy can be a bit sadistic sometimes." Kei continued, still holding onto you tightly. "But let's get back to business. No one's coming to save you even if you scream— these rooms are sound-proof. So I'll ask you one more time; where are you hiding the money?"

"I don't have it! Let go of me, asshole! Why would I steal money from my own employer!?"

Your words barely had time to hang in the air before the cold edge of a knife pressed against your throat, the sharp metal cutting into the soft flesh. A soft whimper escaped your lips.

"I don't think you understand the situation that you're in now. Your boss hired us to teach you a lesson and retrieve his money. In cases like these, guys like you end up dead in a river."

"Did you spend it all? Are you a gambler? You don't really look the type..." His hand slid from your chest to your waist, squeezing gently, as he trailed off with a thoughtful hum. 

"I said—" Your words were cut off as Victor's fist collided brutally with the side of your head. The impact sent a blinding flash of pain through your skull, filling your vision with stars.

The older man then grabbed you by the hair, yanking your head back and forcing you to look up at him.

"I told you not to hurt his pretty face!" Kei yelped in protest from behind you.

Victor ignored the other man, his eyes cold and unforgiving as he stared down at you.

"If you can’t pay off your debt," he drawled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble, "then we’ll have to find another way to reimburse the money that’s owed. Either you give us the full amount today, or you’re going to have to work for us to pay it off. What’s your decision?"

You swallowed thickly.

You couldn't think straight at the moment.

"Fuck! I'll do whatever you want, okay? Just— just please don't hurt me."

Kei chuckled softly in your ear, there was a hint of satisfaction in his voice as if he had finally gotten what he wanted,  "Ahh, that was so cute… Well, that's settled then! You're coming with us."

"What—"

WHAM!

The last thing you heard was the fading echo of Kei’s voice.

The cold, hard floor seemed to rise up to meet you, plunging your world into darkness.

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The older man sighed as he took out a lighter from his pocket, the tiny flame flickering to life as he brought it to the tip of his cigarette.

He watched as his partner lifted your unconscious body into the backseat of his car with ease, before slamming the door shut with a final thud.

Kei turned around, a grin on his face as he flashed a thumbs-up.

Taking a slow drag of his cigarette, he returned the gesture with a nod, "Let's go."

They had waited so long to catch you, and now you were finally in their grasp.

The anticipation was almost intoxicating as he thought about what awaited you when you woke up.

This was only the beginning.  As he flicked the ash from his cigarette and slid into the driver’s seat, he couldn’t help but look at you through the rearview mirror. 

They had you now, and there was no escape.

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TLDR: Poor [Y/N] gets kidnapped :P Anyways, I wanted to make a duo that contrasted each other a lot. Sorry for this unedited mess.