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yxami · 6 months

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Happy nut or not November day 6

desc: yandere childhood friend x gn reader, heavy amounts of jealousy and obsession, yandere stuff, I feel like this is doodoo

“You’re the most jealous man I know” You spoke with heavy amusement in your voice as you wrote down your grocery list to prepare yourself for a run downtown where you could buy the ingredients for dinner.

“You know other men?” Your childhood best friend’s tone was serious and splashed with a threatening concern of jealousy. You knew he had his problems with you and other potential threats to your close friendship but was it really getting this bad?

“Ha… no?” You put your pen down just a second before you see a quarter of your room whizz past you with his one hand spinning your chair so you were forced around to face him.

“Don’t lie” He huffs, looking like a dog that was stripped of a pup cup after being promised one. “I should be the only man in your life” He whispers, scooting you to the left of your chair so he could squeeze next to you and rightfully slip you into his lap.

“There’s going to be plenty of people in my life, I can’t just avoid every guy that comes along” You sigh, feeling him wrap his arms around your lower stomach as if you were a stuffed animal, keeping you locked in with a comfortable grasp.

“You’re right” He sighs against the back of your neck, making the hair stand up, his lips pressed against your skin before he spoke. “You should keep away from everyone, and just stay in my house forever” He traces the folds on your jeans, running his fingers down your thighs back and forth.

“Very funny” You roll your eyes, reminding him that you weren’t done with your grocery list.

He gives you the time to write down two vegetables for dinner before he’s interrupting you again. “I’m coming on this trip too, right?” He rests his head on your shoulder, not masking that he was reviewing your list along with watching your every move, you already knew he would since he was your best friend and full time stalker anyways.

“If you wanna but im gonna take awhile grabbing everything so you might as well stay home” You wave your hand, grabbing the outfit you were going to wear but not yet changing like he assumed you would.

“I’ll come with you, it’s okay!” He insists before getting kicked out and ordered to stay outside while you change.

Like always, he was sitting right outside, waiting until you were done.

Once the two of you make it to the grocery store you make sure he sticks close by you so he can grab the items you need while you read them out. If he’s going to be here he might as well make himself useful, right? You mentally speak to yourself as you see him looking for the right item.

You’re too distracted with reviewing the list and adding an emoji next to every item you have in the cart to pick up on a lingering stare, not the one that you feel everyday anyways.

“The fuck are you looking at?” Your best friend growls at a person running their eyes up and down all over your body, as if you weren’t already taken by him.

You turn your head almost immediately to see who he was talking to, towering over a stranger holding on a face with enough level of seriousness that says he’s ready to beat them to a pulp.

“Hey hey, let’s just go cmon” You tug on the sleeve of his sweater, switching your attention on the aisle and then on them, hoping nobody would enter to see the situation laid before you.

You didn’t want to see your best friend in another fight, especially not at your favorite grocery store. You’re honestly shocked he hasn’t gotten arrested yet with how many fights he gets into.

“No, I wanna see what the fuck this bitch was staring at” He doubled down, glaring daggers into the limbs that he wanted to tear off of this creep.

“Let’s just go get the rest of our list” You pull on him more, looking extremely worried, which immediately gets your friend’s attention. He sighs and growls threats under his breath, making it loud enough for the creep to hear.

And as soon as he turns, the idiot scurries away faster than when they was caught.

“I’m sorry, that just pissed me off badly, they shouldn’t have been staring” He frowns, seeing how upset you looked. “I don’t mean to pick fights I swear, I just don’t want guys looking at you like that” He curls his arm around your lower torso, pulling you in for a hug.

“Sorry” He meekly says, resting his head on yours.

“It’s fine, just stop getting into fights before you get your ass beat” You picked up your phone to see what was next on the list, dragging him along the entire trip before he could pick another fight.

He was a handful but at least he listened to you?

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2smolbeans · 6 months

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"Nearly breaking down as you saw Marco softly smile at you. A smile you haven't seen ever since he found his 'darling'."

Part 2 Part 2.5 character info

Love Me, Love Me Not

Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader

*unedited

Tags: kidnapping, complicit murder, guilt, suggestive tones, mixed signals, eventual smut, oneshot, reader is going through mixed feelings, one sided crush, yandere is in love with someone else, imprisonment, will they won't they vibes.

Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-

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One too many times, you should've called the police. Why didn't you though? Now you sit there on the shower floor, hot water burning your back as you try to warm up the chill that goes down your spine. Their eyes, oh god they were open and staring at you dead in fear. Why did you cover for him?

You felt the sob trapped in your throat rip out of you as you remembered all the horrible things you were complicit in. There was nothing you could do now but accept the reality. You wouldn't get caught. The two of you burned all the evidence, and sadly, the victims were easy to dispose of. Did anyone look for them? Was anyone curious about them going missing?

The guilt was heavy, and it didn't help that the person you did it for- couldn't give two shits about you.

Marco, your happy go lucky best friend. You remembered that night when he called you, in a panic, begging you to rush to where he was. Of course you went, you were so worried for him. Upon arrival, you saw the large bag and tools. The look on his face warning you to do as he says before he decides to have another matching body bag beside him.

"You trust me don't you? I just need help with this, and then we can be over with it!"

You should've ran, screamed, called for help. But instead, you just grabbed the lower half of the bag, feeling the dreadful sensation of its limbs. You heard a shocked hum across you before the bag lifted off the ground.

"This is why you're always my number one go to. I apperciate this, I mean it. I won't ever forget this. Now follow me 'kay?"

What a joke. It was all a lie, wasn't it? All of that just for some sick obsession. Just for his "girlfriend" to focus on him and him only. If Marco just pursued her normally like a decent fucking human being, nobody would've been hurt, lies wouldn't have been told, your friendship would've been intact..

He could've just told those once alive victims that he wanted to ask her out. If Marco just smiled at her like he used to smile towards you- you're damn sure she would've fallen for him.

It worked for you afterall..

Maybe you should've let go when you had the chance. Cause now here you are, fending for your life as the killer you once called a friend claims you're the very obstacle of their relationship.

What? But you helped him?

You're staring at her in the wrong way.

Are you fucking kidding me? Does he know how many times you cried. The nights you spent mourning for the dead and the friendship that once was?

He still cares about you. But you forced him to get rid of you.

That's funny since you're currently showering at his apartment. You can't leave, though. He's locked the doors and windows. He even went as far as locking the knife cabniet and potential weapons. Still with the shower running, you didn't flinch at the sound of the bathroom door opening.

Curled up in a ball as you sat in the shower, you finally saw the eyes staring down at your naked form. You couldn't read his face, understand his expression, or even tell what he was thinking. It was foreign, new.

"Hey. Are you done? You're taking up the water bill y'know?"

Oh right, how long were you there for? Awkardly, you tried standing up while covering yourself with what little your hands could hide. You hoped he would at least save you some dignity, but he just kept staring with a blank expression.

"Here's a towel. Dry up and come to the kitchen. I made us something to eat"

You thanked Marco as you were quick to wrap your body with the towel. Looking again at Marco, you saw a hint of dissapointnent splay upon his eyes.

"Okay..Well just-Just..do whatever. Don't take too long or else I'll drag you out myself."

Rolling your eyes, you pushed Marco out of the bathroom as you closed the door. Locking - Oh right, he removed all the locks to each room..Drying off your body, you put on the clothes he left for you. Eventually, you made it to the kitchen, sitting down on the chair as you watched him cook.

He looked so calm, so soft as he focused on flipping the meat. You almost smiled when you heard him mutter about how he spilled some oil on his shirt.

Eventually sitting down to join you, Marco gave you your food as he offered you a drink. You declined of course, not feeling thirsty and paranoid of whatever poison he might spike it with. Smelling the aroma of the food, you felt your mouth water. He was always a good cook, hell you remembered the first time you visited his place.

How he made you a nice cooked lamb with mash potatoes. You recalled it being the first time you've ever seen Marco so particular about a certain thing - even though he's always been a speradic and chaotic individual. Though, the quick realization of your perdicment made the food cold and unappetizing.

Biting your lip, you turn your head away as you felt your eyes burn.

Don't cry, don't cry.

You sucked it up. Inhaled the air that surrounded you and forced a bite into your mouth. The food was good, you couldn't deny it. But it didn't taste as good as it did before. It's good, you say. Nearly breaking down as you saw Marco softly smile at you. A smile you haven't seen ever since he found his 'darling'. You want to run away and cry, to start fresh and new.

"I'm actually glad you moved in with me, it feels nice talking to someone who's helped me"

With the murders?

"Hey, we finally reached one of our bucket lists! To be roomates! Huh, well isn't that kind of funny? And we didn't even plan it out- kinda just happened huh!"

He was just rubbing the salt in the wound at this point. Forcing a smile, you just continued eating, chewing your food as a distraction as he kept on staring at you. Where's his girlfriend? Why didn’t he just make her move into his apartment if you're in the way?

"Oh her? She's at work, don't worry about it"

You stop eating, finishing your plate as you push it towards Marco.

"All done? I'm glad you enjoyed it! Just sit right there while I put everything away"

Is there any way for you to escape? There has to be a way, right? What are you doing here? How long is Marco planning on keeping you alive?

"Hey, your not thinking of doing anything weird right?"

You nod your head no profusely, trying to get his suspicion off of you. Patting your shoulder, Marco motions you to the couch. Sitting down before you as he drags you along with him. Placing you on his lap, he turns on the TV- switching through channels while you freeze on the spot.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

Out of nowhere, his hands slowly begin to play with your shirt. His fingers rubbing up and down your sides, his crouch nearly pressing against you. Confused, you just sit there, your hands on your knees as you glued your eyes to the screen.

"You're not lying to me, are you?"

His voice is so sweet, so much closer than you anticapted. You nearly buck against his touch just as his palm brushes a certain spot ever so subtly. Why was he doing this? You had a slight speculation why - or at least a hopeful stupid thought that would fufill your old wishes.

"...If you say so"

You find yourself now sitting beside him, pushed off of his lap. Feeling the weight shift on the couch, Marco stood up and walked away for what seemed like forever.

"I just remembered I have to quickly run by to get some things. I'll be back.."

If like nothing happened, you were alone. Confused, you wave your hands around as you scrunch up your face. Talking to yourself as you pace around the room. Calming down, you walk towards the door. Examining it as you realised that Marco had left one of the security laches loose. Should you risk it? You could grab the butterknife he gave you for the meal to loosen the door..

Oh fuck.

You could perhaps finally leave.

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Part 2 coming up soon!

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obsessivevoidkitten · 3 months

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POV: I was stalking you and watching you through your window when I noticed you were sad. As your yandere best friend I snuck through your window and left you two loaves of banana bread to cheer you up!

#Your Yandere Bestie #Yandere bestfriend #POV #Platonic yandere

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prettybabybaby · 1 year

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tw: noncon (drunk reader). i'm rusty so if this is horrible i'm sorry.

being best friends with rafe and going partying with him. he always promises that he'll watch over you, and he does. he'd never let anyone but him get close to you while drunk. rafe loves how the drunker you get, the more you hang onto him, the more you sleepily burying yourself against him, and the less you notice his wandering hands.

you curl up on his lap, trying to tell him a story but rarely making sense. as his hands slide up your skirt, pinching at your thighs and brushing up against your panties as you laugh at the feeling. once you get so drunk that your fully his. he takes your pliant body somewhere private, usually in his cars, and pushes up your skimpy dress and starts fucking you. still tenderly holding you despite his rough thrust. he loves the little gurgles and moans the come out of your hazy self.

his favorite times is when you're just out of it enough not to fully know whats happening. still aware enough to know it's rafey. he loves hearing you slur his name against his neck while you hug onto him, telling him how much you love him. as he slowly grinds your hips against him, pushing his cock deeper into you.

afterward, he cleans you up. you wake up sometimes asking him what he's doing, and he assures you that you dropped your drink on yourself. silly little drunk girl! and you always believe him. letting him wipe away the cum that you think is alcohol. then he takes you home, and continues to let his hands wander if your out of it enough, while others he holds back your hair while throwing up in the toilet. always ready to tell people the next day how sweet rafe is to take care of his friend like that.

rafe giving you more and more drinks to make sure he gets you where he wants you.

"c'mon it's one night. you know you want to..." he says, holding the drink close to your lips. "i won't let anyone touch you. just me."

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misstycloud · 11 months

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Unfortunate Love

Yandere childhood friend x taken GNreader

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Finn took a deep breath, a poor attempt to loosen his nerves. He had all reasons to be nervous, he was finally getting to see his long-time best friend after so many years. While they did speak on the phone and spent hours sending texts back and forth between their devices, it was nothing compared to the real thing. The blonde's felt his heart thump loudly against his chest, reminding him of all those moments in their youth when he was painfully in love with his friend and they had no clue.

Hah, they still don't! (Y/n), his bestie who doesn't know how they make him feel every time they speak. (Y/n) who had no idea of the lovesick gazes he would send them whenever they weren't looking. (Y/n) who was oblivious to his feelings for years, somehow never realising despite it staring them straight in the eyes. (Y/n) who remained clueless to his despair the day they announced their relationship. (Y/n) who never saw him on the floor in his room, covered with snot and ears, desperately crying for them.

Finn dubble checked his phone to make sure he was at the right address, it would be embarrassing to hype himself up only to be met with an old lady in the doorway. Geez, he knew (Y/n) would laugh their ass of if that happened and he'd rather not be ridiculed during their first reunion in so long. He smiled at the thought, god how he loved that laugh.

His friend always complained they hated it, but he found it cute and always reassured there was nothing to be ashamed of, even if they sounded like a 'dying-elephant-choking-on-its-own-trunk-while-having-a-cold-and-birthing-a-new-elephant.'

After just a few seconds after knocking on the wooden frame, the door swung open and he laid eyes on the most important person in his life.

"Oh my god, Finn!" You exclaimed in joy at the sight. "I haven't seen you like this in ages. It's great that you could come, I can't wait to show you everything I've told you about."

He giggled at your enthusiasm, it was always like this, you lifting him up and making him see the beauty in things he would otherwise pay no mind to.

You pulled Finn inside your apartment, excited to exhibit your home to him. "We've gotten a bunch of plants- to make the air in here fresh you know- and even started our own little plantation on the balcony. There are lots up on the roof, too. It's accessible to everyone in the building so we're not the only ones doing this. Oh, and there's a pool you can use! It's awesome for parties."

As the blonde man was getting sucked into your babble, one word in your speech painfully stuck out to him: We. Oh, right. He almost forgot. Your not alone living in this home.

"(Y/n), have you seen the wine? I wanted to bring it out for when- oh!" Finn looked passed you and saw a tall, handsome brunette make his way around the corner and meet eyes with him. "Why didn't you say he arrived already?" He chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Trying to make me look bad, are we?" Your boyfriend teased you.

You slapped his arm, "Of course not, just got a bit caught up in the conversation, Eric. And I put the wine in the second box in the fridge, it's behind a bunch of other stuff so it's hard to see."

"Haha, okay, was getting panicky there." Eric stepped forward to properly greet his guest. "Hey, I'm Eric as you probably already know."

"Finn." He responded dryly, but if the other man noticed, he didn't express it. Or perhaps he simply didn't care.

"It's fun to meet one of (Y/n)'s old friends, I know you two go way back." Ushering his partner's childhood friend further inside, he spoke, "I hope the trip wasn't too much of a hassle, wouldn't want this to be of any trouble for you."

Of course it wasn't any trouble, Finn wanted to snap. But he wasn't dumb enough to do that. He understood what would happen if he acted upon his feelings.

“No, there were no issues.”

The three of you sat down in the living room, pouring the liquid evenly and getting the conversation started. Finn found himself multiple times wanting to throw your partner against the wall. It was so unfair. Everything was. Why did Eric get to live with you and he didn't? He knew you way better than your own boyfriend. You two have been together since you were crawling around in diapers. What could possibly beat that?

He was there when you lost your first tooth. He was there when you first learned to ride a bike, when you got that job at the ice cream shop in the plaza, and moved out of your parents house. All the important moments in your life, he had been present. And what the hell has Eric done except watering some plants with you? It was laughable. Anyone could see he was not worthy of being your boyfriend. Finn would do anything for you and he doubted the same could be said for Mr. Gardner.

A part of him was ashamed at the unethical length he was willing to go, but on the other hand those feeling were washed away when he saw you beaming at him. It was all worth it if it was for you.

You and Eric were retelling funny stories of your time in the city while Finn was writhing in envy, glaring slightly in the other man's direction, not that you noticed of course. Dinner rolled around and you served your friend with great eagerness, you have been working on your culinary skills for a while now and it was time to see if the work had payed off. The brunette had endured as your Guinea pig and said it tasted good, but you insisted the true test was giving the food to someone else.

"How is it?"

Finn gasped for added affect, "It's amazing (Y/n)! You're a fantastic chef, this is definitely the best meal I've ever had." He praised, and your ego nearly boosted through the roof.

Your cheeks dusted a light pink. "Haha, well thanks. It's not that good, but I appreciate it."

The blonde man simply smiled in content. The truth was, the dish was in fact not that good. It wasn't bad by any means, however it wouldn't win any award. The past was cooked too long and the sauce had a burnt taste to it. Despite all these factors, it was without a doubt the best meal he ever had. Because it was something you had made for him with your own hands. Even the ingredients were ones you'd grown by yourself. (Partly with your sweetheart's help, but Finn pretended not to know.)

You really were his true love. Which is why it is so sad. He wasn't sure if he could love anyone other than you. After he found out about your relationship status the young man tried to make himself like someone else; not everything works out the way we wish them to and he was therefore forced to live with his unrequited love.

"Actually, there's another reason we wanted you to visit." You joyfully mentioned. "It's pretty important."

Your friend chewed his food and gave you a nod, signaling you to continue your speech. He wondered what is was. It appeared to be a big deal, but he assumed it wasn't anything bad judging from your happy expression, one that was mirroring the brunette's. A dreadful feeling formed in his gut. He didn't like this.

"Well," you started, coyly. "Me and Eric have been dating for a long time now, and we want to take the next step in our lives together."

No, he really didn't like where this was going.

"So, we made the decision to-" you could barely contain your smile, " get married!"

Something in him shattered. Married? You? To someone else. Fuck, he wanted to cry. But that would definitely set you off into a worrying mess, something he'd rather avoid. No, no , no, he thought. It can't be! Although he tried to contain his emotions as best he could, it appeared som e of it slipped passed the mask.

"Hey, you good man?" Eric asked.

This comment attracted your attention, "Huh, are you not feeling well, Finn?" Fretting over his condition only served to worsen the situation, reminding him of what he couldn't have.

In the end he had to excuse himself and lie that he did feel a bit sick, and that he had been for a while but thought he would be fine after a while. You were sad that he had to leave so soon and wished him well. Escorting him to the door, you said to him, "Sad you're not 100% top today."

"Ehehe, yeah...." he awkwardly scratched the back of his head. Technically it wasn't a lie, he did want to go and bury himself in a corner, though it was for other reasons entirely.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend the night here, it's no problem?" Oh how good willed you were, offering up space in your home to stop your friend from having to spend money on a hotel. Normally he'd love to spend the night, this time however, he didn't believe it to be a wise idea for any of you.

"Yeah I'm sure. I'll just get a hotel room not far away and then I'll drive back home tomorrow."

"Okay, maybe we can hangout before you go if you're better tomorrow?" You asked hopefully. "Just you and me like old days."

This made him smile. Just you and him. That sounded good. He agreed to your request and hugged you goodbye for the night. You waved to him from the window when he'd made his way outside and into his car. Watching Finn drive away, you felt a hand sneak itself around your waist.

"Think he'll be alright?" A deep voice sounded from behind you.

"Yes, it'll be all fine. Nothing a goodnight's rest can't fix." You assured. Though, something about your friend's reaction didn't sit right with you. He should be over the moon of your engagement, he seemed nothing like that. If anything, he looked...pained?

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Back in the car, the volume from the speakers were loud enough to burst one's eardrums. But that didn't matter the the driver. No he had a lot more to think about. The blaring music did nothing to ease the pain or distract him, which left him misrable.

Why the hell did you have to get engaged. Couldn't you have been fine as it was. Now, it was more serious than ever. In the beginning, he had actually hoped that you would eventually break up. That wouldn't happen now. Now it was legit. Legal papers and documents and everything. What was next on the list, kids?

Finn heaved a heavy breath, releasing a mix between a gurgle and sob. Tears streamed down his cheeks and he slowed the vehicle to a stop by the deserted road. The darkness kept people from seeing his sorry state; not that there were any out to begin with. Slamming his fist on the dashboard, he yelled his pain.

Why do love hurt so much?

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cheesus-doodles · 10 months

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I read your Being childhood friends with Baji fic and it was amazing! Could you do one where they find out he’s in Toman by kidnapped by a gang to lure him out. You can choose what gang will reveal his big bad secret.

thank you anon! sorry it took so long to get back to your ask :') wasn't really feeling this one but i hope you like it!

Link to childhood BFF Baji HCs

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Oof, I would say that if there is any one particular gang that would be incentivised to drag you into the dark world of delinquency, it would probably be the ninth generation Black Dragons. They would already know about Kazutora, given how he lives in their turf, and a bit more digging would easily reveal Baji's connection to Kazutora and the newly founded Tokyo Manji Gang. And from there, with a little bit of stalking, they would find out about you.

Clear as day, you stood out like a sore thumb as Baji's biggest weakness - all it took was a glance to know that you were nothing more than a regular school-going kid who was as far from being a delinquent as the moon was from Earth, and that Baji was a big cheese around you. And so the Ninth Generation Black Dragons would scheme and plot to find the best way to use you against Baji, lure the First Division commander out seperately and settle him first before turning on the rest of Toman - it would be much easier if there was one less person to fight.

The sheer panic that rushes through Baji's head when, at the end of one school day, he comes round to pick you up from your classroom as he always does, only to find you missing. You would never leave school without your best friend - as Baji had insisted time and time again "for your safety" - and that could only mean one thing; this black-haired baby boy shaking down your classmates, shouting at them and demanding answers as to where you went, who you left with. Face pale when the description starts to match what Kazutora told him, Mikey and the rest of Toman, and then it came out that they had even left a note behind - it was the Black Dragons. They had to be the ones behind this.

No doubt Baji would like nothing more to rush off and find them and find you and beat the living shit out of them. His heart pounding out of his chest, his brain nothing but turmoil. But on the outside, he looks calm. Almost eerily calm. Puts the classmate he had grabbed by the collar of their uniform back down, and then just walks off without another word. Autopilots as he wanders the street, thinking what his next move should be, his mind screaming at him to go and rescue you this instance, that who knows what those dirty bastards could be doing to you.

Instead, for once, the First Division Captain decides to do the rational thing and call up Mikey and the others to explain what had happened. The note had warned for Baji to come alone, but with you and your safety on the line, there was no room for error. Wasn't hard to track you down - Toman was already familiar with where the Black Dragons' territory was, and from there deduce where they could be holding you (this baby boy could be smart when he needs to be).

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And as much as Baji hated to let you see him as anything but that caring, protective childhood friend, desperate times call for desperate measures. The fear that you would be scared of him, that you wouldn't want to be friends anymore if you saw him fight, was paralyzing, but the rest of the Toman founders assured him that they would help out. You were no doubt surprised to see Baji come flying in along side the other five Toman founders through the door of the place where these delinquents were holding you captive, your jaw dropping open as you watched your best friend's fist sock the jaw of one of your captors, the crack of bone loud and clear.

Sure you had been kidnapped, tricked into leaving your school with someone who claimed that Baji sent him, but to be fair they hadn't done anything to you but tie you up to make sure you didn't make a break for it. One of the delinquent boys was even nice enough to make a cup of tea for you when you asked. You had never thought of Baji as a fighter, even though you knew he was part of a 'gang' of some sorts, so suddenly being confronted with the fact that your childhood friend was capable of such violence? In that moment, it was clear that this force of nature wasn’t Kei-chan, the gruff, good-natured, and girl-shy boy you grew up with. No, this was Baji Keisuke, the Tokyo Manji Gang’s First Division Captain. It was certainly an eye-opening moment when you pieced together everything you knew and learned.

There definitely comes a point when you do start to fear the boy you thought you knew, when you caught sight of that predatory glint flaring up in Baji's eyes as he lets his anger out on these Ninth Generation Black Dragon delinquents, positively hissing that they have no right to drag you into this world, and that they should have kept their filthy hands off of you. Finally, when all the beating and bashing is done and the defeated gang are left sprawled across the floor does this boy comes crawling back to you, complete with the imaginary perked up ears and wagging tail, just so happy to see that you were safe and unharmed. Only to have his heart immediately shattered when you flinch as he approached you to free you from your restraints. No doubt tears start to well in his eyes as his stomach drops - you were scared of him? You couldn’t even meet Baji’s gaze, frightened of seeing that savage look again.

All you wanted to leave and be alone.

Baji had expected it to a degree, that showing you his violent, protective side would scare you; but he had expected that you would quickly come round to it. After all, he had just shown you to what extent he would go to keep you safe. This baby boy wanted to ask if you were okay, to tell you that you were safe and everything would be fine, to beg you to look at him, but all that came out was a whimper. Which is when the rest of the Toman founders would jump in. Obviously, they couldn't leave their heartbroken friend to wither by himself - Mikey, Draken and the others would take their payment from Baji in endless teasing about being lovesick later.

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Mitsuya and Pah would stop you from leaving, leading you to sit back down somewhere more comfortable with almost uncharacteristic gentleness, while Mikey and Kazutora would outright lie. Swears up and down that Baji wasn't a real delinquent, didn't regularly fight, and that they had never seen him so vicious - must have been because you were involved. And then Draken would encourage you to give Baji a chance after buying you a new drink to replace that tea, listen to your friend's side and what he had to say, even guilt tripping you into "seeing just how sad" the very down black-haired boy was. Would let you go after playing with your emotions and making you feel bad for doing so, but none of the Toman boys would be letting you out of their sights just yet.

Just because Baji was too sad to stalk you like he usually did doesn't mean his friends wouldn't step up to the plate. Making sure that you were at school and safe from bullies, that you weren't attempting to make other friends, they just generally helped to keep an eye on you while Baji pulled himself together (which he eventually does after good hard slap to the back of the head from an irate Draken).

This baby boy even buys you flowers and chocolates just to apologise for scaring you after getting a good earful from his mum, and despite your apprehension, you eventually start believing the lies. Would take you to formerly introduce you to all his friends, and as expected, turns absolutely red when Mitsuya teasingly asked if you two were dating. Maybe it was just because you wanted your best friend back, maybe it was how convincing Baji and his friends were, or maybe it was just how nice everyone seemed and that you couldn't imagine any of them as delinquents, but you were happy to be back together with Baji once more.

Swears to himself to step up your protection even further - which means more stalking, more regular beatings, and more preemptive beatings of anyone who is even the mildest threat - because Baji cannot afford to let you get dragged back into his dark underworld again. Doesn't know what he'll do if you leave him for good.

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no-saints-around-here · 11 months

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Me, thinking of ceo baji fucking his secretary darling in his office, sitting in his big office chair and bouncing his pretty darling on his length, enjoying her moans and mewls of his name. He’s slightly scared someone would walk in and see his darling in his lap but it’s hard to focus on that worry when he’s enjoying the bliss of being in his darling sweet cunt, he never admits it, but he’s absolutely addicted to it, and his darling pulling the fistful of hair in her hand as she rides him is making his dick harder then possible, it’s hard for him to not immediately cum when she yanks on his hair.

been a while since I've written Baji!

Recommended Reading: BFF Yan CEO Baji and Secretary Reader Hcs

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tw: mentions of violence, nsfw

Yes, yes and hell yes??!

Everyone from the janitor to the second-in-line in the company knows that Baji thinks the world of you, his little secretary, and that the boss heavily favours, if not outright worships, you; it's basically an open secret at this point that no one should even think to approach you and ask for you to do your job, let alone a favour, on the threat of losing their job or worse. And any outsider looking in would think that the power dynamics of this relationship would swing heavily in Baji’s favour, but it couldn't be further from the truth. He's a cocky dude at work, utmost confidence in his ability and too good at what he does; people look up to him and rivals are frightened of him. Yet there was no doubt that you were the one in the driver seat of this relationship, mostly because Baji is still too baby to dare to touch you - to defile you - without you initiating.

You're usually so meek, so patient, so kind, and with everything that his mother had drilled into him about respecting women, this CEO is just so flustered and shy when it comes to his little light. His reason for living. Yandere Baji does not play around when it comes to you, because if he makes one wrong move and you get mad at him, he doesn't know what he is going to do besides cry and grovel. But luckily for him, you not only like him enough to generously grant him your time of day, but your arousal is high enough that you don't need him to initiate.

You always have to be the one to make the first move on your boss. It doesn't matter when it is or what he is doing, you know that you and your needs will always come first - and Baji would not hesitate to stop the world from spinning just so that he can feast his eyes on you pulling your skirt off ever so teasingly, grinding your already dripping, panties covered pussy against his tented pants, your pouty lips mumbling his name as you throw your arms dramatically over his neck. All he can do his gulp and stare.

Don't get him wrong, you coming on to him is his favourite part of any day. It's what he dreams of at night if he is forced to sleep alone, your flushed face and partially open mouth panting and whining his name painted on the back of his eyelids. Loves the feeling of you softly running your hand through his hair one instant, only to yank it to its roots in the next when you grunt in pain at his dick being too big to fit in you in one go. Loves it to the point that he will cum if you do it, but also enough that if you're sitting on his lap and not running your fingers through his silky soft hair, Baji would assume he did something wrong and that you're mad at him. Cue whining and whimpering and anything besides directly asking you to please gently scrap his scalp with your nails.

He's scared of someone coming up, walking out of the lift, and seeing you bouncing on his cock and moaning his name; not because its unprofessional. Baji would argue with a straight face that its more unprofessional to dare pop by his office, the CEO's office mind you, without making a prior appointment (which is almost impossible to do so, given he doesn't allow anyone to talk to you) compared to having his lover fucking her own brains out on his dick. No, he's worried that someone else other than him gets to see you naked. Seeing you nude is his and only his privilege to enjoy - Baji would never share that with anyone else. No one else deserves you.

Doesn't matter if you want him raw or covered, Baji is just happy to be able to bury his cock in your warm walls amidst everything he has to offer you - the view of the city skyline from his penthouse office with floor to ceiling windows, his big office chair and massive walnut table that represents his value to the company and the stacks that he is paid, and the littering of expensive gifts and trinkets that he loves to shower you in. There's no pretence of being professional between the two of you; Baji protects his little secretary like a dog guarding its territory, and has no qualms taking meetings with his subordinates with you perched on the arm of his chair or in his lap. Would even wear a collar with yours and his name etched on it, but only if you do the same - this man wants everyone want to know who he belongs to, and a promise of how they would lose their limbs if they tried to make a move on you.

Don't get this man wrong though, he lets you hold the reins in the relationship because he wants to - he wants nothing more than for you be happy, and he likes what you are doing to him. But the moment you step out of line, try to resign, try to leave the company, try to leave him, Baji will pull every last string he has to keep you by his side. He likes you to be happy but he doesn't need you to be happy; as long as you were by his side. As long as you belonged to him, and only to him. Baji's a very powerful man, and no one is going to stand in the way of him getting what he wants. People tend to...disappear if they dare shoot an ugly look your way in his face, and there's no corner of the earth you can run to to hide from him.

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ame-gojo · 7 months

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gojou was made to be a overpowered male lead for a shoujo manga, he ended up in jjk by accident

#HES MADE FOR ROMANCE #like sooo many romance themes fit him childhood bestfriends to lovers arranged marriage royal au fantasy au historical au friends to lovers #soulmates au yandere au supernatural fairy au #like soooo sooooo manyyyyyyy #ame.ramblings

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tk5150 · 2 years

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Wings

Okay, I just got through writing this piece it's sorta a one-shot. Please let me know if I should pursue this story. Please send likes and messages if you like this story it really motivates me to continue. I don't own the picture.

Summary: You're a hero with wings, you are currently mated with Keigo (Hawks). But, found out the hard way that he was cheating on you in the worse way. You're trying to wrap your mind around it.

The air was thick with steam from the hot shower you had taken a couple of minutes ago, and the scent of peony surrounded the area. You dried off your body and gently dried your wounded wings, flinching due to the wound at the base of them, you let out a hiss. Facing the immense bathroom mirror you wiped the condensation from the steam to look at your bruised and battered face and body. What once was you [h/c] locks now an uneven shape of singed, blackened tangled mess. You gently touched your busted lip that once kissed the love of your life goodnight, good morning, etc.

Rage took over your entire body so much so you balled up your fist and punched the mirror, cracking it and leaving your fist a bloody mess. It felt as though all of your feelings came washing up to the surface. Why? Why did you block the line of fire?! And pulled me to shield you and her? Why did you save her and leave me in the line of fire?! You hurried to the once shared bedroom to get changed in your civilian clothes. You sat on the bed recalling the inquisition to what had transpired in the vicinity that you were patrolling.

You stood before the Hero Commission Board members. The commissioner was the one who first spoke.

“Can you please explain in great detail what had transpired in the Mall of the World? When you first got dispatched there,” the commissioner looking straight at you.

“When I first got the call that a prime villain had taken the whole mall and held people hostages was exactly at 11:32 am, I was doing a patrol with Endeavor when we had gotten the call,” you answered.

“Upon getting that call y/n, did you get the identification of the villain?” A lady on the left panel had asked.

“Yes…yes, I did…we had recognized his quirk…it was Dabi,” you answered briefly.

“When you first arrived there were there any other heroes that were in attendance?” The man on the right side of the panel questioned.

“Yes…Hawks was on the scene,” you stated.

“Some people reported that Hawks pulled you in the line of fire shielding him and an unknown woman,” the woman from the farthest right panel.

“That is correct,” you answered and heard the whispered behind you.

The Hero Commission is making you take a one-month vacation and therapy due to the circumstances that Keigo had put you through. After you debriefed them on what had happened, how many casualties, and what had happened between you and your mate.

You recalled almost all the questions they had asked you. You still have Keigo's pitying look when he used it as a shield to prevent his lover from getting harmed. You closed your eyes shut and still picture Keigo pulling you towards them against the heat and watching his lips say ‘I’m sorry y/n’. You really didn't want to go home, because you wanted to go to the hospital and sit with your mate. Even though there was no feeling he was, after all, your mate, you are bonded to him so you didn't have any choice. You were looking around for the car keys and your wallet, cursing yourself for not being organized and having an obligation to that asshole. Once finding them you headed for the door, almost stumbling on Enji. Surprised, you looked up.

"Enji…w-what are you doing here?"

"I came to check on you…and like always your not listening to the Commission, why are you visiting that douche?"

"Enji, I need to be with Keigo…I need to"

"You need to rest and take care of your damn wounds y/n…do you think that he would've done the same for you?! He. actually. Put. you. In. danger...just wait until I get my hands on that ass hat of a bird!" Enji interrupted.

"Despite Keigo's actions…he is still my mate, I'm obligated to see him" y/n finished. Enji was clenching and unclenching his jaw while looking at his car ahead.

"Fine…I'll drive you there…while you're there have them patch up your body" Enji ordered and you nodded.

The drive was silent. Breaking the silence "y/n, once Keigo is through the critical stage, what will you do? Are you going to break the mate bond?...surely you don't like torturing yourself with this debacle?" Enji asked inquisitively. Looking down lost in your thoughts and thinking of that incident, you couldn’t help but close your eyes tight at what Keigo had done before the fire hit him through you in one unfailed blast, the look in his eyes said it all that 'I'm sorry look'.

Pulling up to the hospital, you thanked Enji and got out. He asked if he should wait for you in the car but, you politely declined. You went up to the information desk. You smiled at the lady and asked what room is Hawks in, the lady kind of looked at you funny “um…Mrs. Takami…there’s a guest already visiting, and there is only one guest allowed in the room,” the lady awkwardly smiled. Sighing, putting your wallet on the help desk, and pulling out your identification card. “Here, it clearly states I’m his closest relative, his spouse,” you said while showing your card. Without any arguments, she informed you of the hospital room and you gladly stomped into the room, stopping at the sight of the other woman holding Keigo’s hand. She turned to you with tears in her eyes and a look of guilt washed all over her face. She quickly got up and proceeded to the door.

“I’m sorry, I’ll leave” she whispered while walking past you. You quickly turned to her “We need to talk,” you replied.

Walking into the waiting room, luckily no one was occupying the room. You and she sat down facing each other, there was an awkward silence. You broke the silence and asked a question.

“How long has this been going on?” you sighed.

“About six months,” she answered while fidgeting.

“Why? if you guys have feelings for each other then why did he marry me?” you questioned.

“We didn't mean to hurt you y/n, it just happened” she replied fast.

Looking down with tears brimming your eyes. It just happened? Oh, come on Moni…this was a long time coming…don't piss on my shoes and tell me it's raining. Any self-respecting friend and woman would not help ruin a marriage let alone betray her best friend…I trusted you…no…I trusted both of you…I can't only blame you…I blame my husband too” you said with indignation. With your thumb and index finger, you rubbed your eyes trying to rub the tears out of them. Before she replied you added. “Was he ever in love with me?”

"No" she whispered, but you caught that.

"Are you guys in love?" You asked.

“Yes, we are in love with each other,” she replied while looking down in shame.

“so, he settled for me…because he couldn't have you, I was his second choice…someone to pass the fucking time…then that settles it…let me have an hour to visit with him,” you said while getting up, she got up and nodded.

Walking back into Keigo’s room you quickly shut the see-through sliding door and closed the curtains so you can maintain some privacy. The room was kind of bright, the sound of beeping from the heart monitor was constant, and the smell of rubbing alcohol and sterility permeated the air. Shaking your head, walking around the hospital bed, and sitting down on the chair next to him. "You want to know what's so funny about this situation…is that I was taken like a fool…like an imbecile…my heart should be broken in a million pieces…but, yet I don't feel nothing," you chuckled the crossed your bruised and lacerated legs. "You have to love that person to be heartbroken…and yet, I don't feel anything…hell, I should've known this outcome…the moment you started to 'work late' and me eating dinner alone every night" you said while staring at his unconscious form. "You know you hurt me not only physically but mentally…what gets to me Keigo…what gets to me…you made a conscious decision on sacrificing me to save you and that woman," you stated. "And, you know what else is funny Keigo? You would have thought that I would've died out there…but look who's in the hospital bed?" You smirked.

"I'm releasing you," you stood up from the chair and hovered on Keigo's form. “I release you from your promise, from our bond, from everything that has to do with me,” you said while taking his ring off of the fourth finger of your left hand. “I release you…Keigo” you whispered in his ear. You pulled out your phone and called the hero commission. “hello…I need you to get separation and divorce papers in order, when he is conscious, have him sign them also I would like to be transferred to the other side of the state, if not another country, and by the way, don't tell him my whereabouts, I will leave as soon as you give me the go ahead, call me when you have finished this task for me,” you said the hung up.

Walking outside you felt a sense of relief, you took a deep breath. You felt so good to be released from your nightmare bond. Even your burns and wounds felt a little bit better.

#cheating hawks #cheating spouse #yandere keigo x reader #forced sacrifice #yandere hawks #angst #bestfriend betrayal

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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Just wanted to say you’ve ruined me because now I can’t stop thinking about bully! Midoriya who doesn’t even know he’s bullying you.

Wants to be friends so bad he won’t leave you alone and keeps harassing you with personal info he’s gathered on you because besties share secrets right? Never once does it cross his mind that it’s stalking when he goes out his way to get as much information as possible without your permission or knowledge

Bestfriend!/Bully!Midoriya because can you really tell the difference ?

There was no avoiding it.

It was inevitable really.

From the moment you were introduced to the group he knew he had to have you.

See— Midoriya has a bit of an obsession. He collects friends similarly to his AllMight figurines. Keeps them all in his tight little platonic harem. Regardless of their interests or feelings, if Midoriya’s gemstone gaze lingers on a person for more than a few seconds then it’s been decided. They’re friends now.

There were no exceptions to this rule.

Not even you.

Kacchan may have saved you from his badgering the first night but let’s be honest—there’s no hiding from the number one.

It starts of small. Adding you on social media. That’s simple enough. All it took was cross referencing mutual friends followers. It was slightly upsetting to see you following Kacchan but not him. But Hey! It’s okay ! You guys just met… he just needs to break the ice.

He gets kind of annoyed when you don’t follow back immediately but maybe it’s because you don’t recognize his personal account allmightbemydad ™️ , so he follows you on the official ProHero!Deku account but it’s still crickets …

That’s fine. He’ll just text you ! How’d he get your number you asked? Oh, he just asked around! A friend of a friend. That’s what he told you, but he actually found your place of employment from Facebook then hacked into the system to get all of your personal information like cellphone, address , DOB , blood type

Did you really think a dry text thread was enough to deter him ? Not at all , because if you don’t want to text then you probably want to talk right ? That’s fine ! He actually prefers face to face contact !

He’ll stop by your house with your favorite things and a big smile. Guilt tripping you because who wouldn’t let the #1 hero in after he’s gone through all of this effort ?

Guess you’ll be having a movie night! Don’t be so stiff! Loosen up its fine you’re just besties hanging out. Smile for the camera, love. #4lifers.

Now the media frenzy starts.

Who’s that ?

Are they dating ?

What’s their name ?

What’s their quirk ?

I wish I were them …

It’s endless and overwhelming. You wanna be anywhere but this situation but Deku doesn’t give you the chance.

ProHero!Deku just went live.

Midoriya was so giddy at the influx of questions about his bestie and he was more than happy to answer them. Surprising even you with answers to things that you’d never even mentioned before.

You might feel the need to pull away but I’d suggest against it. You’ll just end up with blunt fingernails digging into your arm and a tight lipped smile from Deku. He’ll kiss your temple and whisper “play nice”.

Kacchan can’t do anything but shake his head at the stream, watching the forced smile adorning your lips.

Another one bites the dust.

@mhathotfic I just want you to know that you’ve got the wheels spinning and I’m about to dive off the deep end so prepare yourself.

#platonic mha #bestfriend!izuku #bestfriend!deku #they were friends #not lovers #history hates lovers #yandere deku #yandere mha #yandere izuku midoriya

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yxami · 10 months

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I totally forgot about yandere bestfriend that i had in my drafts too, just recently started writing it and the idea is like idk

Yandere bestfriend having a toxic gf, thinking that what it would take to stop obsessing over u

Reader distancing themself bc the gf was jealous of how he would try to spend time with you, even though he never skipped out or rain checked on her for you, so she was just jealous while having no reason to be.

Yandere bsf noticing that reader is distancing themself and drags them to a party and lots of feelings happen when the two of u end up in an empty room

Some things happen like going on ur knees but

Idk I hope u guys like it, I feel like it’s a hit or miss

#yandere stuff #yandere scenarios #yandere bestfriend

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2smolbeans · 5 months

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Part 1 Part 2 character info

Love Me, Love Me Not (2.5)

Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader

Summary: You begin to contemplate your relationship with Marco after he's kept you long enough inside his apartment while sending you a few mixed signals..

Tags: One-sided relationship (?), potential poly with one yan and two poor darlings, kidnapping, hostage keeping, mixed feelings, yan best friend, belittling, isolation, nsfw implications, he's in love with his darling- but he's also interested with you.., just me rambling before I put part 3

*unedited

Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon to the orignal storyline--

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It's been what? Two months or so, ever since Marco had kept you locked up inside his cozy apartment. Every day is a blur. You always had a hard time telling what time or month it was. Same routine, same everything. It was tiringly comforting. It made you feel safe knowing what would happen. Marco would leave in the morning for work. You'd be left in the apartment to your own devices. Hours would pass, he'd come home, and you'd lock yourself in your room. You didn't have to worry about work. You didn't have to worry about chores. Your only worry was cleaning the place and looking pretty. But. That same routine was starting to eat at you. The desperation in something new was beginning to knaw at you. You wanted more. You felt like a zoo animal kept in captivity. You want to go outside to see the streets - hell to at least go inside a supermarket! Anything!

You're confused about the relationship that the two of you share. He hates you, but he wants you by his side. He often belittes you whenever he has the chance. Going out of his way to demean you with every chance he has. You want something? Well, why don't you go on your hands and knees and beg like the loyal dog you are? You want to talk to him? Well, why should he? Go on, convince him, and give him a reason why he should respond back to those dumb questions you're so persistent on asking.

But at the same time, he's clinging to you from the moment he gets home. Either sitting on the edge of your bed while he talks about his day at work. Cuddling right next to you without any say while you lazily switch through the tv channels. Or even on some nightly occasions, he's tightly snuggled up against you underneath the sheets of his bed. And on rare occasions.. He's often kissing the side of your neck with his hands in between your legs, whispering praises while he drinks in the sounds you make. Of course, only to then miserably make an excuse of how he was doing you a favor since he couldn't reciprocate those feelings for you. He was only making out with you out of pity! Wow, he must feel a lot of pity for you then for it to happen more than once...

What about your darling Marco?

You've asked him about it so many times. If he has her, then why is he doing those things with you? But, whenever you even bother bringing up the topic, he just shuts you up with a glare or threat. You're confused about him, and Marco, at times, seems confused about how he feels about you.. Oh well, it was a useless thought to dwell on. At the end of the day, Marco was a murderer who was soon going to kill you once he got tired of you. But what difference did it make? You were also one as well.. What better were you from him? Sure, you were pressured by him to commit the murders you did.. But you could've at least fought back? Why didn't you fight back? God, why couldn't you have tried to show some restraint? Your life or theirs, you should've at least died trying..

Does that matter anymore? You shouldn't care about that anymore. What's done is done. You should get over it. You don't care if you're being selfish. You want a fresh start. You want to be outside again. You look outside the window, looking down as you see the streets and people who walk around freely.

Just how long was this going to last?

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alannybunnueconcepts · 9 months

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I would like to present you all...my sons :)

So, which one would you like to meet first?

Choose wisely, please

#poll #yandere x reader #yandere concept #yandere oc #yandere imagines #loner!yandere #bestfriend!yandere #therapist!yandere #choose your story

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seoafin · 1 year

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the urge to write a fic and title it like those literal translated manhwa titles

#reincarnated as the nursemaid of the male lead's child and led into a false marriage #forget aesthetic titles how about i title my fics Literally #or even those crazy r-18 doujin titles #kidnapped by a yandere and impregnated by him! i've become an unwilling housewife!#one day my boss cornered me in a closet and told me to get on my knees!#my childhood bestfriend likes to fondle me in my sleep!#mt

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sugarbebe2thiccc · 1 year

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write me a yandere???

Ive been craving to read a book about someone with an unhealthy obssession with their bestfriend or anyone and will do anything for them. But the person doesnt know that until one day that someone gains the courage to finally ask his desired one out. They accept until they slowly find out what they got into...

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cheesus-doodles · 1 year

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Baji+rose?

Baji + Rose

Valentine's Day Shorts

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A leftover from last year’s Valentine event! Yes, Valentine event is back! Send in your choice character + item! <3 I'll get the ball rolling :)

also yes, rolling the giveaway winners tonight when I reach home!

Baji huffed, turning to face away from a giggling you, though there was no malice in his voice. "Stop laughing at me!"

"But you look so nice now, Keisuke!"

His face as flushed red as the single rose he was holding, yet Baji couldn’t quite find it in himself to get the least bit annoyed like he would at anybody else. Any other scum would instantly meet the business ends of his fists if they dared throw him a wrong look, let alone laugh, most definitely. But not you. Never you.

"Hey, I told you to stop, didn't I?" His tone was by now soft, the notoriously bad-tempered delinquent catching you in a single swipe and gently drilling his fist into the top of your head, his other arm still clutching your precious flower now wrapped around your waist to stop you from dodging. The otherwise empty corridor echoed as your poorly muffled chuckling quickly escalating into full blown laughter, his own lips quirking up into a toothy grin at your delight, his blush fading away. The wind that blew down the hallways was light and breezy, the afternoon sky outside gigantic windows that lined one wall was surprisingly clear despite the early morning shower that had drenched the two of you on the way to school.

You squealed, though your swats to his arm as you tried to escape did nothing to make him loosen his grip. "S-stop! I-I give up!"

The First Division Captain had been caught off guard when you waltzed carefree into his school at lunch time looking for him - you had never been one for truancy for one. And, for two, didn't you know just how dangerous it was for you to be seen here? The poor boy had paled to the color of paper when your head first popped through the classroom door, much to Chifuyu's amusement. But one thing Baji couldn't deny was how much happier he instantly felt at the sight of you, though he was certainly glad the two of you were out of sight and earshot when you first presented the rose to him.

You were everything that he wasn't, and your presence was enough to brighten his life merely by being around him.

"Here's your chocolates." Retrieving a small and neatly wrapped heart-shaped box from your bag, you pressed it into his hand, beaming up at him. "Happy Valentine's, Keisuke!"

The red rose he was still holding on to shifted in his hand as he accepted the chocolates from you, catching your eye. You made to reach out to take the flower. "You can return that to me now."

His hand snapped upwards, lifting the flower above his head and way out of your reach. "Nah-uh, no takebacks." Baji smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

"You sure?" But you seemed convinced enough, slipping your hand around his arm as he led you towards the staircase leading out of the school.

"He's such a simp," Mikey mumbled, watching Baji disappear from round the corner. Chifuyu didn't disagree.

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