Note : After reading a manhwa about Pseudo-Incest, I came up with this idea! Albeit just finishing it after a few moths. (It took three days).
I'll be gone, once again, for some time. I really have no motivation to complete my pending ideas. Anyway, have fun reading!
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under the cut: depiction of young naive reader, mentally ill character, gender neutral reader, gender neutral character, pseudo-incest, pedophilia, adult yandere kissing a young reader, obsession, brainwashing, stalking
ps: reader might be young but not! a minor - just someone that didn't receive proper education to know what's wrong and what's right. they're not adopted but taken in, though, yandere themselves told reader to call them their parent.
word count: 789
Desiring someone to love you is akin to yearning for the unattainable. You are uncertain how long it has been since you last encountered someone willing to adopt you. You thought, perhaps, that you might again experience love as you once did; however, everything crumbled before you could fulfill your aspiration.
The dean of the orphanage was apprehended for misappropriating government funds intended to assist needy children, using the money solely for personal gain, resulting in a significant debt that you children had to endure. Ultimately, you found yourself wandering the streets, subsisting on the sympathy, pity, and entertainment of others. You would do anything just to satisfy your hunger. Yet one day, they appeared.
They rescued you from the filthy road and bestowed upon you the affection you have always desired; yet you could not shake the feeling of conflict. Why did they choose to help you? Why did they love you? How do they know you? Do you truly deserve this?
On one fateful evening, still unaccustomed to your loving parent's affection, you feel guilt building within you because you cannot reciprocate their feelings.
You had a plan; you aimed to get to know them better and perhaps mention one of their interests at random. This way, you could have something to discuss, something you 'accidentally' initiated.
What better way to learn about someone personally than through their beloved bedroom? It is said that a person's living quarters reflect the owner. So there you went.
After they bid you farewell, as usual, to leave for work, you accompanied them outside before bouncing toward their bedroom. It was unlocked. Perfect.
You immediately entered to find pictures of yourself scattered everywhere, some adorned with hearts drawn with a red marker. You thought nothing of it, considering it normal for a parent to have numerous pictures of their children. Moreover, this was your first occasion actually entering one of your foster parents' rooms.
You searched every nook and crany of their room, discovering numerous peculiar blinking devices with lenses concealed almost everywhere. Unsure of their purpose, you assumed they were part of a collection, as people often collect various items.
Before leaving the room, you ensured that everything was intact and in its place. You felt a sense of accomplishment, finally having a topic to discuss with your parent to foster closer ties, unaware that they were already aware of your snooping.
Once you heard the door click, you knew they they were home. Excitement filled you as you hoped your plan to share something in common with them would succeed. However, their hardened expression as they gazed at you was unexpected.
You began to wonder if you had inadvertently done something wrong. Although you had, how could they have known? They raised their arm, causing you to flinch. You squeezed your eyes shut, trembling at the thought that they might strike you. To your surprise, instead of hitting you, they embraced you.
You called out to them, feeling perplexed. However, they did not respond to your confused tone; instead, they embraced you more tightly. Despite your uncertainty, you cautiously returned the hug. You sensed their shoulders relax upon your action.
After some time, they they continuously murmured their affection for you. While it might have seemed unsettling to others, you smiled, considering that they likely missed you. Suppressing your anxiety, you stuttered your own expression of love in return.
They abruptly fell silent upon hearing your declaration of love. You sensed their body stiffen, trembling slightly. Their breath became noticeably heavier, indicating they were panting.
Although you could not see their face, it was evident that they were struggling. You attempted to detach yourself from them them, wishing to ensure their well-being, but they restrained you. "Reader... You belong to me forever, understood? No one else can have you." As they spoke, you simply nodded. After all, they are your parent. They understand better. "Okay, I'm yours forever."
They began to laugh, distancing them selves from you. You observed their face, filled with joy. You wondered if they had a fever, as their face was flushed. However, before you could inquire, they leaned in closer, narrowing the space between the two of you.
Their lips met yours, seemingly intent on holding you close for a while. You embraced this, perhaps a more affectionate expression of a parent's love for their child, considering that you have been taught that kissing is an act shared between those who love each other.
You are confident that you would have a wonderful time with them them, considering their deep affection for you. You are merely hoping that they will release you soon. Ultimately, you wish for friends to boast about the great affection your parent has for you.
Note: Yanderes are oftentimes depicted as strong; being able to kidnap their darling with ease, being able to kill people for their darling and even overpower them.
But! What if? What if the yandere is weak? Well, this is my take on that! Featuring Unimpressed!Reader or CommonSense!Reader.
It is where the reader has common sense AND doesn't want anything to do with the yandere. Will be making a different post where the reader is willing!
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under the cut: stalking, cops, choking, sleep deprivation (reader), mention of bugs, yandere themes, absolutely not proofread, flash fiction of what I think it'd be like, paranoia.
word count: 602
L/N - Last Name | Y/N - Yandere Name
flash fiction is a fiction of 600 words
You felt like bugs were crawling on your skin every day. It's as if someone was staring at you consistently... You grew paranoid, checking every nook and cranny of your house without fail, yet you couldn't find anyone.
Your sleep schedule was a mess; actually, you almost haven't slept at all. Except for the times you collapsed in exhaustion. Yet, you still couldn't shake the feeling of dread. This has got to stop.
Devising a plan was easy. Whenever you slept, you could feel that someone was looming over you. Before even losing consciousness, you could feel the bed dip under the person's weight.
All you had to do was pretend to be asleep, and then you could catch them on the act. Hopefully you can capture them and not be the one pinned on the ground. That would certainly suck.
What you didn't expect was... How easy it went. You had them pinned under you, struggling to push you off them. If you knew this was going to be this easy, you would've done this from the start.
Weak!Yandere looks up at you with a glare and labored breath. They concealed themselves with a mask and a hood, which fell when you lunged at them. "L-Let me go..!" They squirm to free themselves, but you never budged.
This person was the cause of your sufferings, as if you didn't have a lot to shoulder before, but they made those problems feel like a mountain compared. Maybe it's your dissipating consciousness, but your hands twitched to just grip their neck as hard as you can.
"Who are you?" Your tone was full of hatred, making them flinch and stop wiggling under you. "I-I'm so sorry, dear, I just wanted to see you all the time." Their voice irritates you so much. Lack of air generally doesn't mean that they'll die; they'll just be unconscious.
With that thought in mind, you stopped their airflow, doing as what the videos that you have seen do—claiming it to be a defensive strat.
They claw at your hands, trying to get you to stop choking them. Tears prick the corner of their eyes as air leaves their lungs. "This is only for self-defense." You thought to yourself.
What you were doing was for self-defense purposes and due to the bottled-up rage and pent-up emotions that you had to suffer under their watchful gaze. For all of the problems that happened when you fell prey to their interest.
When they fell limp, sprawled on your bed, you breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders falling lax and arms returning to your sides. You should probably call the police now and inform them of your situation.
Grabbing your phone resting atop your sheets, you dial their line and tell them what occurred. With that done, you tied your stalker for safety measures and stood in front of them.
It's done. You can finally be free from their torment. Once the police arrived, they apprehended the now awake perpetrator and took them far from you.
Once they learned of their personal information, they went to their address and searched every room, finding pictures of you plastered on their wall, diaries full of longing for you. It was just you. You were everywhere.
It was sickening, truly. You never want to experience this again. Once everything settled down, life went on as before. This time, you felt no one watching your every move.
Life was better after you got rid of them. Everything is fine. Not until you got a call from the cops again. "Mx. L/N, Y/N has broken out."
Note : I've seen my fair share of manipulative, violent, obsessive, overprotective and delusional yanderes that isn't aware of their mental illness, mostly gaslighting themselves into thinking that what they're doing is for the good of their lover and that they're normal.
But... What if they were aware of said symptoms? What if someone liked them because of the facade that they showed them? That someone being their 'senpai' in yandere simulator language. What if... They told said 'senpai' to leave them alone and that they don't want them hurt?
Well, this is my take on that !! Though... The yandere still wants you to love them and accept them for who they are even after everything.
I don't like how this turned out so I might rewrite it soon.
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under the cut: addiction, obsession, control, toxic relationship, begging (receiving), yandere themes, mention of ripping out an organ, just sicko stuff, police, tons of mood swings, mention of abuse, and not proofread.
word count: 1.4k
Meeting Aware!Yandere was just by coincidence; they were sweet and kind, quick with judgment, basically independent, and overall, not annoying! Just your cup of tea.
Growing closer together as the weeks passed, you were basically smitten with them. Both of you being oblivious to each other's advances, it took some months to sort out your feelings.
Whenever you talk with either the opposite or the same gender, they'd get jealous, tugging at the end of your shirt to get your attention solely to them. You find it cute whenever they glare at others, but your friends think otherwise.
You defend them, of course, but you couldn't help but notice odd behaviors from them. They had to get your attention most of the time, or else they'd be sulking and looking pitiful.
They'd particularly beg you to live with them, saying that they'd take care of everything and that you didn't have to do anything. It's only been a month since you two have been dating, so you declined it. You notice their face twist into annoyance for a split second, or you were just imagining things.
Due to your guilt of refusing their most sincere plea of you living with them, you let them control you somewhat. They were joyous with the news, pampering you with affection throughout the day.
It first started off light, but as time passed, they became more controlling, limiting you on what you do, even to what you wear every day. They'd have to always check your phone daily; if not, they'd be extremely inconsolable.
Your friends tried talking to you about Aware!Yandere's unhealthy behavior, but you just shrugged at them, telling them that it isn't *that* bad and that they shouldn't sweat about it. They just sighed, telling you to be careful and to think it through.
Aware!Yandere's behavior got out of control when you slept over a friend's house without consulting them. Your phone was out of battery before you knew it. You also didn't expect to have to stay a night at a friend's.
When you met with Aware!Yandere, they were fuming in anger and worry. They yelled at you, grabbing your arms and holding them tightly as words began to flow like a fountain from their mouth, words that you can barely comprehend with how quick they were talking.
Their hands were gripping too tight and you try to pry them off, making Aware!Yandere to doubt you. On a fleeting second their hands left your arms, you felt a slap hit you. You were too shocked, too surprised to react. They grabbed your collar, tears streaming down their face while they yelled about how good they've been for you, how much they have done for you, how they only want to keep you safe, and-
Everything went silent, except for the ringing in your ears. Your eyes landed on their face, lips quivering and a downcast gaze. Their hands fell limp on their sides as they took a step back and back some more before they trip.
By instinct, you ran up to them to help, but you stopped on your tracks as they stared at their hands in horror and at your aching cheek. They bit their lower lip, drawing blood as they began sobbing uncontrollably.
You got on your knees, wrapping your arms around them as they cried on your shoulder, hands clutching on the back of your shirt. Apologies and promises of not doing it again leave their lips in a repeated mantra.
After that happened, Aware!Yandere started to distance themselves from you. When you tried talking to them, they'd brush you off and ignore you. You didn't know what to do. You knew what they did was wrong, but the lingering sense of your love for them is still there.
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You groan into your hand, feeling bumped as Aware!Yandere continues to ignore you. You went to your friends for advice, and here you were, crying your heart out to them.
"Stop whining about Aware!Yandere, it'll do you no good." You nodded at your friend's words, but you still couldn't stop thinking about them. "I know, I know... But my mind always wanders off to them. I don't know what to do."
You were distressed, mind swirling with thoughts of them, how you'd try to make it up to them, if anything would work out even if you did try, or— Your thoughts were cut short when one of your friends chimmed in. "Let's just corner Aware!Yandere tomorrow so that you two can talk it out."
Everyone's heads twist in your friend's direction, looking at them as if they just said the most detestable thing to ever be spoken. Still, it was worth a shot. The next morning, the plan was set into stone, and they tracked down Aware!Yandere's whereabouts and cornered them.
Your friends dragged them into a room where you were, pushing Aware!Yandere in and closing the door after. They stared at you with panic, knowing where this was going.
They turned around, grabbing the door handle and trying to twist it open. "It's useless. I won't let you out until you tell me what's going on." They heaved, head turning slightly towards your approaching figure.
They took a step back each time you got closer to them. They were shaking, looking at you with a scared expression. Once they felt the wall touch their back, they wanted to run away, but you trapped them, caging them in with your arms and body.
They can't run away now. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into." "That's why I'm here to talk to you. Please, talk to me." You felt your sight growing blurry, eyes glistening with tears as you tried to suppress spilling everything that you're feeling to them.
"This... This is also hard for me." Their confession was a whisper. They couldn't bear to look at you as they spoke. "You should run away from me. You're way too good. I can't keep controlling and abusing you."
"When? When have you abused me, Aware!Yandere?" They shook their head, squeezing their eyes shut. "Please don't act like you're actually oblivious. I know that you must hate me because of what I do. The only reason you accepted my feelings was so that you can have something to laugh with your friends about-"
Your arms wrapped around them into a tight embrace. They let out a yelp at the sudden contact. You could feel their pulse quicken and their skin turn warmer within seconds. "Is that how you feel about me..?"
"No... That's what I think you should feel." They pushed you away from them, which you reluctantly do. Their hands cup your face, looking at you with a lovesick grin and manic eyes. "You don't know how much I love you, dear."
"I want you all to myself; I want your world to revolve around me like how mine does around you," their thumb brushes against your bottom lip as they lick their own. "I want to control you, possess you, you to be mine, mine, mine, mine..."
Your breath hitched as you registered their words. "I'm sick in the head. I'm not fit for you. Oh the perfect you.... I hurt you yet you still seek me out. How am I so lucky to have met you..?"
"I want your heart." One of their hands slides down to your check, just resting above your beating heart. "I want to tear out your heart and preserve it. I want every inch of you, I can't leave without you, I- I need you."
They pushed you to the ground with a loud thump, as they were rambling on and on about how much they want and need you, your friends slammed the door open, running up to you both and prying Aware!Yandere off of you.
"Darling? Dear? I- I'm so sorry! Please take me back, love me! You can't do this to me. Please don't run from me..." They began thrashing around as they struggle to get your friends off of them. "Sweetie, please! This isn't fair. This is your fault- LET ME GO."
Thoughts get jumbled in your head. Everything makes more sense now and doesn't at the same time. What to do? You don't know what to do. Your eyes drag along towards their retreating figure as blairs of sirens can be heard right outside.
Red and blue flash across the room through the windows as you watch Aware!Yandere get dragged outside. One last departure sentence before they could step foot outside was "runrunrun."
