Inspired by this ramble of mine I did a while ago. Reader is a nurse student in this story and whilst I did try to do my research, I cannot guarantee that I got everything correct. So if anyone has actual experience, feel free to correct me.
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, overprotective behavior, Peter is developing sensilla which are simplified little legs on the limbs of spiders which help spiders to taste the air and detect pheromones
This place didn't feel like home. Peter didn't feel that same feeling of relief and warmth that he'd felt back in Queens whenever he'd hopped back through the window into the apartment May and him had shared. There was no longer an Aunt May who'd call out his name and who'd treat him with a light-hearted humor that reminded him that back then he'd been just a teenager who could turn to her for advice and for help.
His High School days had been over since a long time and he didn't attend college. He had no time as he had instead spent the last four years dedicating himself to being Spiderman. The people he had so dearly loved throughout High School were no longer here either though differently from May who had died within his arms, they were gone in a different way. Gone in a way that had his chest tighten in that hollow way every time he went on Instagram, scrolling through Ned's and MJ's reels as his best friend documented his college years, always featuring a half-amused MJ in them too. The screen replaying those tended to be the only bright thing in his life on such nights as he just sat there in complete darkness, staring at the life of the two people who had forgotten about him move on whilst he was still stuck in a place he wasn't even aware of.
He'd tried to move on. He'd tried to remind himself that this had been his decision, that it had been the best decision to save everyone, including Ned and MJ. He'd tried to throw himself into being Spiderman, into making up for everything that had been his fault by protecting this city every minute of the day. He'd tried to put on the mask and do what Spiderman needed to do whilst neglecting Peter Parker's feelings in the process, pushing all the pain, the anger, the bitterness and the guilt that always accompanied it down. The first two years alone in that storage room turned apartment had been the loneliest he had ever been. He didn't get closer to any of his neighbours despite there being some who were even around his age.
Peter himself justified it by reminding himself that he was just too busy with being Spiderman, always listening in when anything happened within New York or working on his gadgets with E.V. who he had built himself. Deep down though another reason was simply that he was afraid of opening up again. He had never taken any time to process nor heal from his own pain, stuck in that painful space where he could only remain in desperate hopes that maybe one day the people he loved would remember him again and things would return to the way they used to be.
No matter how much people adored and loved Spiderman, it didn't mend the broken and bleeding heart of Peter Parker which still continued to beat beneath the symbol of the hero.
Then in the third year, you arrived. In your second year of a BSN, a Bachelor of Science in Nursing, you'd just freshly moved here. Admission fees were already very expensive and to neither strain your own bank account nor the one of your parents who already paid for your university, you'd decided to move into a cheaper apartment and he had helped you carry up the boxes in which you had crammed all of your belongings, discovering that you lived just one floor beneath him.
You too were a very busy person. Studying for a BSN was nothing for the weak either. Between the theoretical parts of your studies and the mandatory shifts you had to take in the nearest hospital, you'd learned to sketch out every week of your life as every hour counted. Between being supervised by a licensed nurse within the hospital where you learned amongst other things to check vital signs and give medications and your written exams and drug calculation tests, you had to often plan every day of your week carefully through to not fall behind.
Still, perhaps it was because you had chosen a profession where you were required to look out for people that had you be so attuned and caring towards others. You were quick to recognise the fatigue and the exhaustion permanently clinging to him like a second skin whenever the two of you bumped into each other.
"You have to take care of yourself, Peter."
"Have you been getting enough sleep lately?"
"Well, if you one day randomly collapse at the very least I get the exclusive chance to test my abilities."
For some reason every time you expressed your concerns to him, it made him smile. Really smile. Not that polite and nice smile he usually wore on his face. The big and dopey one that usually always began as a small twitch as the corners of his lips were unable to drop in your presence, eyes sparkling fondly as he looked at you. Every time you looked at him with that observant gaze, quietly watching his chest lift with every breath you took as if already meassuring his vital signs or noting how pale he looked under the dim lights, some part of his heart felt lighter. Maybe some human interaction was indeed needed to gain a rough semblance of normalcy again for Peter Parker yet strangely enough that only seemed to happen when you were the one approaching him to chat with him.
"I'm fine," was his usual reply every time you asked him on how he was doing, "But if I one day do collapse, I give you the exclusive rights to make me your test subject."
To that you could only shake your head in fake disappointment, the whisper of a smile on your lips despite his comment: "Do not even dare to feel encouraged by my bad joke, Peter. Just try to take care of your own body. You're not invincible."
Just as you always seemed to subconsciously measure people's vital signs by observing the pattern of their breath, eyes swiping over everyone you met as if searching for any injuries that needed care, Peter too noticed things about you.
As a nurse in the making you apparently lived and died by the capacity of your pockets which must have secretly inhabited an entire separate space dimension with the stuff you could fit inside of it. Three pens in different colours, trauma shears, a mini flashlight, medical tapes and sticky notes were only a few things you magically pulled out of your scrub pockets and your hoodies.
"You know," he spoke up, leaning against the doorframe of the laundry room with an amused expression as you frantically searched for the keys of your apartment, pulling out a growing pile of energy chewing gums, three medical roll tapes, your phone and a stray stethoscope out of your pockets, "You could probably smuggle an entire patient inside of there and no one would notice. You're sure you're in the right business? You'd make a wonderful magician."
He caught yet another pen you pulled out of your pocket and immediately threw as a punishment at him without breaking that grin, feeling his heart do a stupid flip when you finally pulled out the key of your pocket and glared at him with a pout on your face.
"Careful or I may test that theory by trying to stuff you inside there too," you threatened him, grabbing fistfuls of everything you had just emptied to shove it right back in your pockets.
The unforced splutter of laughter that escaped his lungs after your silly took both of you by surprise, leaving him with an immediate guilt as if happiness wasn't something he deserved any more and you with a gleam of delight in your eyes. That heavy feeling in his chest doubled the moment he noticed it, avoiding your gaze to prevent his heart from fluttering like a teenager.
You meal-prepped for your 12-hour-shifts, cooking huge batches of soup or bowls of rice which you always stored in containers or thermos flasks to keep it warm. It took one mistake from his stomach simply growling in your presence that soon led those some containers and flasks to suddenly pile up in front of his own door too, those silly sticky notes in different bright colours reminding him to eat everything and then give the containers back to you after.
"I hate wasting food," was your go-to explanation whenever he tried to tell you that you didn't need to cook for him too, stubbornly holding the containers out towards him with that pout on your face until he gave in and took it from you with a sigh. It only really hit him whenever he was all bruised and alone in his apartment, looking at the brightly coloured sticky notes with your messy handwriting on them and found himself suddenly confronted with the fact that there was still someone within this world who cared whether Peter Parker was alive or starving.
You tended to use medical terms for bodily conditions and he found it adorable whenever it slipped out of you without you yourself even realising. Instead of 'bruise', you used 'ecchymosis' and instead of saying that someone had a 'fast heartrate' you instead spoke of 'tachycardia'. Most neighbours who lived in the old building didn't understand what you meant whenever you pulled out those fancy medical terms. Peter was probably the only one who could keep up at all when you were stuck in your own head and revisiting mentally your notes and what you had learned on that day, letting you ramble quietly to yourself so you could focus. The stupid thought that this was almost like a secret language only the two of you understood in this place sometimes crossed his mind though he always discarded it quickly. It felt far too childish, especially since it was a language of science and not one consisting of words only the two of you knew.
But sometimes, you too were exhausted. Sure, maybe not in the swinging-through-New York-to-fight-the-bad-guys-type of way but Peter too recognised that bone-deep fatigue whenever you came home late from a long shift and slow traffic, dressed in wrinkly scrubs and smelling faintly of hospital desinfectant and coffee and barely able to drag your feet forward.
Neither of you had the energy to perform in such moments yet strangely enough Peter discovered that neither of you had to pretend to not be emotionally and physically beaten up. Instead both of you just liked to sit in silence on the stairs in such moments or side-by-side on the floor of the laundry room, listening to the steady hum of the washing machine. As a teenager he had always felt awkward whenever there had been silence between him and someone else. Nowadays silence usually just was his flagellation that always stirred his mind and heart awake to remind him of everything he had messed up and lost as a consequence. The silence that always rested between the both of you felt like neither awkwardness nor heavy guilt. It felt comfortable, always wrapping around the two of you like a thick blanket and giving his soul too a rest. Yet even then he could never quite stop noticing you, his eyes always casting lingering glances at your exhausted figure with your head leaned back against the wall and your own eyes closed, letting out those long sighs you'd probably held in all day.
For months both of you co-existed like this, always quietly seeking each other out. You quietly looked out for him whilst being mindful to not force him into social interactions he may only end up running from and Peter tried to stuff down the growing anticipation every time he heard your footsteps close and ignore the inevitable feeling of disappointment when the both of you missed each other due to your busy schedules. His heart was beginning to ache in new ways and subconsciously he was aware of this too but it was the still existing pain of the old wounds that led him to never confront his own feelings.
At least until you began to push the undefined relationship the two of you had.
"Hey, I was wondering if you'd like to grab some coffee? There's this nice Café I know just around the corner. If the two of us have time, we could try it out."
His instincts panicked whenever you suddenly opened your heart to him like this and perhaps the way his smile immediately faltered, overtaken by his feelings of guilt and fear, hurt you too. Why else would that cautious gleam in your eyes die down only seconds later, causing you to turn your body around so that you wouldn't face him anymore?
His heart wanted to say "yes" so badly yet whenever he opened his mouth, only excuses came out instead: "I kind of have some stuff to do for work the next few days. Maybe another time."
Most of the time he didn't even wait for your reply, standing up instead to hurry back to his own place like a coward. No matter how much he wanted to agree just to have a chance to spend more time with you, his grief was always there like the devil on his shoulders to remind him that he wasn't allowed such privileges.
Everyone he loved would only end up getting hurt or would die. If Peter Parker would allow you into his heart, Spiderman's life would eventually end up putting a target on your back. Any brief spark of joy and hope whenever you asked him if he'd like to hang out was always snuffed out by his mind bringing back the memory of him losing his Aunt May.
And as if seeking out to only imprison himself further into a cage of sorrow and guilt, he always spent hours afterwards scrolling through Ned's account, reminding himself of his inability to move on. It felt like moving on by starting a new relationship would mean burying the past. That thought scared him. It felt like committing a grave betrayal and the immediate realisation that neither Ned nor MJ as they were now would even feel hurt if he were to allow himself to love another person. How could they accuse him of moving on and feel betrayed when they didn't even remember him?
Ned had already made new friends with whom he hung out regularly, geeking out over huge Lego sets he did with them. MJ apparently had recently begun to date another guy in the same semester as her and whilst she never posted much on any social media plattform, Ned sometimes brought it up in his posts with her permission only. And Peter watched those reels like a fool just wanting to hurt himself, unshed tears in his eyes and feeling more lonely than ever until he looked over to his desk and was met with the sight of sticky notes, stuck on his wall in a row. Every single one a reminder of all the times you'd shared your food with him and every single one a reminder of his inability to throw them away as if collecting sticky notes from nurse students had suddenly become his new hobby.
Yet every time he tried to gather the courage to ask you out himself, his words failed him as the painful memories and the paranoia of you too becoming another gravestone paralysed him, leaving him only with hasty excuses. It wasn't meant to happen.
Peter Parker couldn't afford to love again. Peter Parker wasn't what the city needed either. The city needed Spiderman.
And yet the more he tried to become Spiderman, the less his body seemed to remember that he was Peter Parker. What a cruel twist of irony indeed as his body suddenly changed once more as violently as it had done all these years ago. E.V. theorised that stress or maybe just the fact that he was no longer a teenager and an adult now were the reasons for the sudden spike in arachnid hormones within his body, forcing through everything he had thought he had already endured so many years ago again yet this time it was so much worse.
A complete sensory overload that had him nearly throw up the first few times it had happened as his head felt like it would tear itself apart any moment. Too many things at once flooded his brain every single time, leading him to retreat himself in his apartment with the curtains closed and headphones over his ears, trying to turn out the world around him. Organic webs that suddenly spurted out of his wrists, stronger than his own webs yet much more volatile as they didn't just come out at first whenever he flexed his wrist. Sometimes when those headaches became so bad that he actually fainted, he woke up in a cocoon to those webs suddenly covering his entire apartment with no recollection of what he had been doing.
The scariest part was that sudden aggression that sometimes took hold of his body, seizing up every muscle within his body with a burning surge of strength as his impulse for violence he usually withheld heightened until he almost forgot that other people were around too. It took Officer DeWolff to remind him in the aftermath of his first outburst that he needed to work out what was wrong with him because New York needs Spiderman and he cannot afford to lose control like this again.
Sometimes he woke up drenched in sweat, head screaming and heart pounding, black eyes staring at his reflection in silent horror he could not tell anyone about. What if he’d change physically? What if he’d mutate into something more spider and less man? On such nights he often spent half an hour in front of the mirror, a paranoid feeling lurking heavily in the pit of his stomach as he invested his own body to see if other parts of his body were beginning to mutate too. Only once his black eyes returned to their normal color did he finally stop to return to bed though usually sleep never caught up to him again.
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"Warning. I'm sensing an increase within your arachnid hormones."
Before E.V. had even finished her analysis, Peter's senses exploded. The world he was already much more attuned to due to his already heightened senses came crashing down on him in its full force, too much information flodding in at once. The sound of rain on the roof felt like thunder, dropping with unforgiving speed down from the sky. The dim glow of E.V.'s interface became blinding, nearly burning his eyes. His heartrate spiked together with his hormones, goosebumps arising on his skin as he tried and failed to stumble over to his bed, legs nearly giving out. That terrifyingly familiar pressure in his eyes appeared again, his vision straining as Peter pressed his palms right over it again, not even needing a mirror to look into to know that they had turned pitch black again.
Washing machines.Rain.E.V.'s voice reaching him only distorted.Cars honkingoutsideThefootstepsofallthepeoplelivinginthelowerfloorstheirvoicesblurringtogetherwitheverythingelse
His throat worked around words he couldn't even think of right now, brain overwhelmed with all of the information it tried and failed to register in time. In the end all Peter could let out was a small croak before his body hit the floor, vision blacking out before he could even register the impact of his fall. Nothingness settled within his mind for a few seconds or maybe even an eternity, nothing reaching him in those moments that lasted only a heartbeat where his mind blacked out completely.
"You okay in there? I heard something."
His eyes shot open, snapping towards the locked door. The world was spinning even as he laid there sprawled on the old floor, heart lurching nearly out of his chest the moment your gentle voice pierced through everything and body suddenly jerking forward before his brain could even fully pick it up, stumbling forward to the door only to collpapse once more. Clammy hands twitched against the dusty ground, nails digging into the wooden floor as he pressed his sweaty forehead against the cold ground.
"Peter? What's going on?"
Shit. His muscles seized up once more, his body twisting on the floor as he heard the worried hitch in your voice, fighting the urge to drag himself to the door just to be near your sound. It came in violent waves crashing down over him, fingers twitching as they reached for the door before he curled them into fists, pressing them against his eye sockets as he tried to breathe through the spasms of his muscles. His whole body was trembling on the floor, teeth chattering as he gasped for air, fighting against his own body.
"Peter?"
His forearms and legs began to tingle, tiny and burning prickles suddenly rolling over the skin of his arms as sweat dripped down his temple. Pitch-black eyes peeked open just for a moment, his stomach twisting as he not only felt but could actually see how a layer of thin and and small hair-like things pierced through his skin, bristling the moment they tasted the air. And suddenly he could smell your lotion through the small gap of the door. Not with his nose. With whatever had just appeared on his arms. Goosebumps arose all over his skin, the many, tiny things on his forearms twitching as they picked up on your scent. Faint traces of disinfection, of soap and the heavy and thick scent of that almond lotion you always applied the moment you got out of hospital to prevent your skin from drying and cracking up.
There was something else he could pick up though. A hint of something he had never smelled before and yet despite his memory being unable to categorise it, some part of his brain immediately knew what it was. Worry.
"I'm okay," he pressed out, jaw aching as he flexed its muscles to stop the chattering of his teeth, "Just tripped over something!"
You needed to leave him alone right now. Something was wrong.
He'd never reacted like this before, thrashing quietly around on the floor to contain an almost primal urge to be as close to you as physically possible. And with every second he could sense you from behind that door, voice patient and gentle as you had learned from the hospital yet worried about him to the point he could almost taste it from his current position, he felt like a waterballoon about to burst.
"You tripped over something?" you repeated, sounding very clearly not convinced by his poor lie and forcing Peter to let out a shaky rasp, body inching a few centimeters closer to the door.
"Yes! I tripped," he clarified once more, voice nearly splintering as he tried to make himself sound normal and not like he was about to unravel on the ground.
There was no immediate reply but Peter didn't even need to hear your voice. Not when he could sense you so clearly even through the door, your quiet scepticism that only grew with every word he had spoken.
"Can you let me inside? Just for a short moment? I just want to make sure that you'r-."
"I told you I'm fine! Just leave me alone!"
The sound that he tore out of the depths of his throat didn't sound like him. It didn't sound like Peter Parker. It didn't sound like Spiderman either. It sounded guttural, voice closer to a growl as panic and desperation alike forced him to spit those words out at you.
The silence after had him sober up immediately, staring at the closed door in shock, shame and terror. You didn't utter a single word. Yet the first step you took away from him, followed by the faint traces of dejection and hurt, conveyed the damage of what he had just done so much more than any words you would have likely only used to hide your pain anyways.
He heard your footsteps quickly retreating down the stairs and every step you took had his heartbeat spike, chest heaving with increased panic.
No. What had he just done? Not you.
"Your arachnid hormone levels are still within an unstable threshold. I would advice you to isolate yourself for the time being and wait until your hormones have stabilised themselves."
E.V.'s voice warned him, reacting to his increased hormones and his sudden abrupt movement as he stumbled upward, black eyes focused on the door, or rather who was walking away behind it. For just one brief moment E.V.'s voice reached through the strange haze within Peter's mind, gaze sweeping for one brief second over to the interface before unfamiliar instincts overrode E.V.'s logic and by extension his logic as he had built the system to be his assistant.
"E.V., shut up," he muttered, stumbling out of the door and into the hallway on shaky legs. Overstimulation had his head buzzing as he made it down the flight of stairs, body leaning heavily against the banister. Every creak of the stairs beneath him had his ears ring painfully, too many noises echoing far too loudly. Even as it felt like his mind would collapse once again due to the world around him, his body seemed to move without him even being aware of it. Thin and tiny hairs on his arms bristled as he dragged himself down the stairs, picking up on your essence as you too had sprinted down the stairs only a minute ago.
His body immediately pressed itself against your doorframe, gasping for air as his mind grew dizzy with how intense your scent had gotten. Both of his hands pressed against the surface of the door, able to pick up your movements behind it. You were so fucking close right now. The thought about knocking didn't cross his thoughts, his mind only telling him that whatever blocked his way to be next to you had to be gone. The hinges began to groan as he subconsciously began to apply pressure to it, the muscles within his arms beginning to flex.
It was that noise that seemed to alert you though as he could suddenly hear your footsteps getting closer to him. The moment you opened the door, relief hit him and his body relaxed. Then he collapsed right at your feet.
"Peter??"
For just a few seconds he sensed it. The sudden spike of panic within your own voice, your body releasing the stress and the anxiety you felt the moment his body gave in, sweat clinging to his skin and eyes closing out of exhaustion and sudden realisation that they were probably still black.
"No doctors please... Just you..." he rasped out weakly, his mind beginning to clear up just enough to realise that most people would probably consider calling the hospital if they were to see someone in his current condition.
Your body hovered no more than two seconds after over him before your worry seemed to snap into clinical focus as your professional instincts kicked in.
"Inside with you. Now," you muttered, bending down and hooking your arm under his shoulder before pressing your feet into the ground to use that force to lift yourself up whilst supporting his body weight too, dragging him into your apartment. He could pick up on your slightly heavier breaths as you did so but instead of trying to ease the burden on you by walking, his entire body leaned closer against yours. The moment you helped him into your apartment, all of his senses were assaulted by you. Your scent coated the air now, the thin hairs on his arms rising towards you like iron fillings towards a magnet as he could even feel your heartbeat by leaning into you.
There was this cold and irrational panic the moment you carefully helped him to lay down on the couch and pulled away for a split second, one of his hands almost shooting out immediately to drag you back to him before you began to touch him again. You grabbed the few pillows on the couch, lifting his legs gently to stack them beneath him to keep them elevated. Then your hands quickly rummaged over his body, pressing against his forehead and quickly checking his skin. You didn't mutter a single word but he could almost hear that inner voice of yours rambling all the symptoms you could assess on him right now.
He was diaphoretic and flushed with hyperthermia, chest heaving erratically from not only his current condition but also because he was trying to inhale as much of your scent as possible right now.
The moment you grabbed his wrist to take a manual radial pulse, his fingers wrapped tightly around your hand, tiny hairs bristling excitedly until the warm touch of your other hand snapped him out of it. He let go begrudgingly, fingers still twitching in temptation and instinct alike as you turned his palm up and pressed the tips of your index and middle finger over his pulse, pressing into his skin until you had found his pulse and began to quietly count.
"Peter," you spoke up after half a minute had passed, "I don't think I need to tell you this since you most likely feel it yourself but you're tachycardic."
"Yeah," he rasped out, swinging an arm over his eyes to prevent you from catching a glimpse at their colour, "I can definitely feel that myself."
"As long as you're still concious and can realise that yourself, that's a good sign," you muttered, pressing for one short moment on his thumb nail. Peter didn't know why but the way your fingers wrapped around his thumb for those few seconds definitely didn't do any help to calm his heartbeat. His hand hovered in the air even when you dared to let go, fingers brushing over your palm as they twitched towards the scent of your lotion and the warmth of your palm.
"Where are you going?"
Less than a second after he sensed your body pulling away from him again, that cold dread returned once again, his own body pulling towards you as you pulled away as if invisible strings had attached him to you. The moment you moved, he'd follow. He didn't even budge when your own hands shot out, resting on his shoulders as you tried to guide him to lay back down. The gentle yet firm grip on his shoulders wouldn't suffice to push him down even if you would have used your full strength and you seemed to notice that too after a few moments of unsuccessfully attempting and failing to push him back on the cushion of the couch.
"I'm just going to the bathroom for a moment, Peter. I won't even take a minute."
"No," he protested half-delirious, stubbornly pushing himself closer to you despite his eyes still squeezed shut, his brain and body buzzing with that intense contentment the closer he got to you, "Don't leave me."
The tiniest sigh made it past your lips as he could feel your gaze observing his sweaty face closely, your shoulders dropping slightly.
"Peter," you spoke his name, voice suddenly lowering and speech tempo decreasing, "Your body temperature is too high. I'm going to prepare some cool wraps for you to lower it again. For that I need to go to the bathroom. You said you wanted no doctors but me. Then I need you to trust me to let me do what I need to do to help you. Can you do that for me?"
One of his hands had seized your wrist, keeping your hand firmly anchored in his hold as his grip remained stubborn. However, your words resonated with the logical part of his brain who was just simply overrun by instincts right now. He wanted you close. He needed you close. But you needed your own space to cater to him to the best of your abilities? Wasn't that itself already a sign of your acceptance? He could probably do that for you if it would please you, right?
There was this lump of neediness he had to swallow down when he let go, head following your movements as you stepped away from the couch.
"Don't take too long, please," he whispered just loud enough for you to hear him as he laid back down, trying to still the uneasy twitch of his hands.
"I'm not going anywhere," came your reassurance as you disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of the tap being turned on and your feet shuffling around within the small room being closely monitored by Peter.
You didn't take a minute. He counted. You took 56 seconds before you returned to his side, immediately placing the wet cloth on his forehead and the back of his neck. The scent of hospital sanitiser and almond hand cream lingered in the air as he could sense the vibrations of your pulse thrumming against his skin and the warmth your body radiated.
His head tossed around when you suddenly stepped away again though this time you avoided his hands reaching out for you. "Just a moment," you reassured, quickly heading towards the window to open it in order to let some fresh air inside. A faint blast blew your scent through the apartment and directly towards him, causing the hairs on his forearms to stand upright, practically pulling him towards you.
Then you dutifully returned to his side, grabbing a chair from the table before sitting down right next to the couch, offering him a quiet company without intruding too much on his personal space like you had probably done a lot of times already. Even now he could sense that steady, rhythmic thump-thump of your heart which sped up slightly every time he groaned or twitched, the brief spike of anxiety within your pheromones telling him that you were anxious for him even if you were trying to hide it from him.
His head twisted just enough to technically face you, the pressure within his eyes slowly subsiding as he basked within your territory. Everything smelled like you. The couch. The pillows. The cloths on his body. You were close too, his new senses hyper-aware of your proximity. He could pick up on the soft rustle of your clothes every time you shifted and the gentle warmth of your body as you sat nearby. It all hit him like a pull towards gravity. His chest began to raise and fall in synchronisation with yours, his heartbeat slowly stopping its erratic speed as his ears could pick up on your own heart beating in a calm rhythm within your own chest, his body copying that sound with its own.
When the pressure within his eyes finally evaporated completely, Peter dared to pry his eyelids open for the first time, his gaze immediately settling on your figure sitting on the chair.
"Feeling better?" you asked the moment you noticed that he had opened his eyes, perking up in quiet relief and offering him a subtle smile.
"A little bit," he rasped out, giving you a careful smile in return, proping his elbows against the cushion to sit up.
"Wait here. I'll get you something to drink," you instructed, your index finger raising the moment you noticed the twitch of protest within his body as you stood up. He didn't move as you made sure to keep an eye on him as you headed to the kitchen space, grabbing and filling a glass with water before swiftly returning to him.
You noticed the shivering goosebumps for the first time as you handed him the glass, noticing how they covered his entire forearm as your fingers brushed over his briefly before you pulled away.
He stil didn't look completely fine. He was pale and sweaty, looking exhausted from the ordeal his body had just put him through as he quietly sipped the water from the glass you had handed him. But he was conscious and able to sit up on his own without getting dizzy again which was an improvement. Your gaze was already enough for Peter to know that you were trying to figure out what exactly had caused his condition and Peter was in return already preparing himself to tell half-lies to you. He could hardly tell you that the reason for his collapse had been a spike in his arachnid hormones.
"Can I ask you what really happened?"
There it was. Of course now his lie from before that he had tripped was of no use. Not that you had ever believed it the first time he had told you to begin with.
"I don't know," he admitted, starting off with a truth as he really didn't know why this was happening to him, "I've not been feeling well for a while now, you know?"
"Has this been the first time you've lost consciousness?" you asked, leaning forward, gaze sharpening as you were beginning to categorise his symptoms.
This wasn't the first time he had fainted. It was, however, the first time he had reacted so strangely. But he couldn't tell you that.
"Yes," he lied, averting his gaze to feign shame which he did technically feel because he was lying to you right now.
"Have you been getting enough sleep lately?"
"No," he answered, technically telling the truth.
"Are you drinking and eating enough?"
"...No." Another truth.
"Have you been feeling stressed and anxious as of lately?"
"Yes." He was telling a lot of truth right now. As long as you didn't ask for too much details.
"Have you talked to anyone about it or tried to do something for yourself to help yourself relax?"
"..." No answer could be an answer too and from the way he avoided your eyes guiltily as you asked him this question probably told you enough already
The sigh that escaped you this time was one laced with far more frustration and irritation though all of it born out of concern and care.
"If you're trying to set a record for the worst self-care in this building, you're winning," you muttered, adjusting the cloth around his shoulders, "I get it, okay? You're busy with whatever you do up there and during your job. But running yourself into the ground until you faint in front of my doorstep is clearly not working for you."
You were disappointed. He could feel the disappointment prickling his skin, causing his shoulders to hunch over in shame as his body curled itself into a smaller state.
"I'm sorry," he pressed out, his brain pulsing with that unpleasant realisation that he had failed your expectations.
"You should be. You could have gotten yourself seriously hurt if you would have fainted whilst walking down the stairs," you scolded, a ball of frustration growing within your chest to see him in such a state. When you realised the way he curled even deeper into himself when those first firm words came out of you, you forced yourself to take a few deep breaths, clearing your throat before you spoke up again: "Listen, I know the both of us have technically known each other for only a few months and there's a lot about you that I probably don't know but if you need to talk to someone, I'm here. You can tell me when you don't feel well or when you just want someone to talk about random things with."
You meant that. The sincerity of it all had his fingers twitch against the cushion of the couch, some part of his brain just wanting to pin you down right now and wrap you up in a silk cocoon to preserve you for himself and hide you from any harm.
"Thank you."
He didn't know what else to say. There were too many things he was feeling right now and if he would put any of them into words, he feared that he'd scare you. Whatever it was clawing around inside of his chest, he had to keep it away from you right now. At least until he had figured out what had happened with him today.
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He didn't leave your apartment for 2 hours. He didn't want to leave, body melting into the couch as his body relaxed for the first time in years fully, anchored by the sound of your voice and soaking the sound in like a man who had been close to dying of thirst. He hadn't realised until now how much your absence had really made his heart ache and knowing that you had let him inside despite his avoidance having hurt you had his heart swell with gratefulness.
Yet that persistent buzz within his mind never cleared, his gaze darting subtly around the corner of your apartment as the urge to spin a protective web inside of here pressed against his chest, an unsettling feeling of acceptance soaking into his very being as you allowed him such close physical proximity and chattered so carefree with him.
It was you who eventually kicked him out as it was getting late. That was only after one last thorough checkof his body temperature and his vital signs and after you had made him swear that the next time he felt weak, he wouldn't wait until the point of collapse again.
"Well, what did you think of my service? I didn't do bad for my first emergency outside of a hospital, right?" you half-joked as you pressed your palm over his forehead, checking with your touch first his core temperature had dropped to normal levels again.
"10/10. Would collapse again if you'd be the one looking after me," he replied, matching your teasing tone, his body not even attempting to shield itself as you jokingly slapped him on the back for that terrible joke, eyes half-lidded as his head leaned into your touch.
The moment he stood outside the hallway again and you closed the door, a small ache arose inside of him again. He lingered for 10 more minutes on your floor, hoping that maybe you'd invite him in and share your space with him once more before he managed to force himself to return upstairs again.
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The gentle glow of E.V.'s interface was the only source of light within the attic. Barely sufficient for normal people. More than enough for Peter and probably all he could handle at this moment. He was sitting on the floor, staring at the space of the wall covered with your sticky notes. He'd spent the last hour rearranging them frantically in different patterns. Those new hairs on his forearms and legs, sensilla as E.V. had identified them after a scan, had even been able to pick up the scent of soup and eggs from the containers they used to be stuck to when he had first received them.
Normally he’d be rotting away in his bed at this hour, doomscrolling through Ned’s Insta account unless E.V. detected any crimes within the city. Normally when he was alone like this, he’d become a prisoner to all the worst parts of him as there was nothing to keep him busy.
But not tonight.
He no longer heard the generic apartment noises. Instead he had focused on pinpointing your exact location the floor below. He could hear the quiet shuffle of your socks across the rug and the click of the teak kettle. It had become his white noise for those last few hours, calming his unease of your lacking presence just enough for him to gain semi-focus again.
When he dragged a hand across his face in exhaustion, a memory of a few hours struck him warmly. His palm lingered on his forehead, right where your warm and soft one had rested just a few hours ago. His eyes fluttered close instinctively, trying to remember that touch again. He slowly pulled his hand down, instincticely breathing in that faint scent of almond hand cream and sanitiser that lingered on his skin even now.
Why wasn't that scent surrounding him all the time?
His breath deepened as he pressed his nose into the palm of his hand, breathing through his mouth too as if trying to taste your scent on his tongue. The sound of calm inhales and exhales transformed quickly into Peter greedily panting into the palm of his hand, trying to savor as much of your lingering scent as he could. His heart began to pound against his rib cage, goosebumps covering his arms and his legs as his body suddenly became profoundly aware of your physical absence when just a few hours ago you had allowed him into your territory, sharing your space with him and attending to his weaknesses.
Why had you thrown him out?
His hands tightened into fists on the floor once more, teeth chattering as his body began to shiver again. His wrists began to ache and when he lifted one of them up to take a better look at it, he could see the organic web leaking out of it, the sticky liquid spurting out of him.
"I'm sensing a secondary spike in your arachnid hormones. Your core body temperature is rising. It is advised that you-!
"E.V., mute."
His deeper voice cut through the otherwise heavy silence of his attic, muting his assisstant without a second thought. He didn't want to hear it now. He didn't want to hear E.V.'s logical explanations. He wanted you.
However, he couldn't. You'd banished him from your space the moment you had deemed that he was no longer in a sickly condition. You hadn't let him inside because he had impressed you.
This time there was no AI voice warning him and telling him what he should and shouldn't do as he opened his window, that pressure in his eyes already having bled black into his irisis and scleras, gaze landing on the window below his which belonged to your apartment.
Peter didn't wear his suit. He didn't even put on any socks or shoes. He crawled down the brick exterior in the darkness, guided by an ancient, primal programming as he moved with a hypnotic grace he normally never had when he fought crimes.
The lights within your apartment had gone out already an hour ago when he had heard you heading to bed and even now he could sense you in your bedroom as he clung upside down above the glass. This window was a portal to your world too, one of his hands resting above the thick glass. For a moment he considered breaking it to infiltrate your space but you probably wouldn't like that. He needed to earn that space and your proximity first before he could climb inside without your permission.
Until then he just needed to protect that space from others.
The flex of his wrist was guided not by his thoughts but by something within his body just knowing what needed to be done as he shot out the webs, crawling around your window as he began to spun. Those were not the same practical webs he always shot out of his wrists to catch the villains. They were softer though equally as durable as he weaved them into a thick, protective silk lattice right over your window frame, almost like a canopy or a protective cocoon.
His sensilla were practically humming in contentment by the time he was done, still picking up on your sleeping figure within your bedroom. You were safe. You were near. For now he could head back to his own territory.
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The next morning began for Peter with a splitting headache as he sat up with a groan in his bed, pressing his palms over his eyes to ease the dull pressure behind them before he dared to pry them open.
His heart dropped the moment he took a glance around his room only to be greeted with silky webs spun like curtains all around his walls and corners. His eyes shot back and forth nervously, his hormones seemingly back to normal before another realisation hit his human brain like a freight train.
"Shit!"
He scrambled out of bed, nearly tripping over his own feet as his limbs tangled with his sheets before he threw open the attic window with a force that had its very frame shake for a few seconds. He leaned his torso out and glanced down, his heart dropping the moment he confirmed what he had already known anyways.
There was a massive, silvery, beautifully intricate web plastered right over your window.
Oh God. What did he do?? What was wrong with him??
He stared down at it in mortification, hitting his fist against the roof for the longer he stared at it, the more that sick feeling of admiration of his own work stirred up within him. As he remained there frozen on his open window, his senses began to pick up movement within your apartment as you too began to stir awake.
That's when his pulse spiked in both horror and foolish hope, slamming the windows shut as he hopped into new clothes and quickly dragged on his shoes, rushing down the chairs before he had even worked on an excuse to why he would be knocking so early in the morning on your door.
He just wanted to help you get rid of it. That was all. It was his fault it was there. And maybe, just maybe, a part of him wished to observe whether you liked his work or not.
I finally got around to watch the new Spiderman movie today with my friends and whilst I may make a short fic out of this in the next few days, right now I’d just like to ramble a bit. With the movie having very much addressed that Peter Parker’s DNA is currently mutating and that his hormones are shifting, I think it is time to introduce the idea that Peter Parker’s shift towards arachnid hormones ends up with him mimicking male spider’s mating rituals to impress the reader. Female arachnids usually devour the male one’s after they’ve successfully mated and as much as I love and will also definitely introduce Peter’s more feral side due to his increased mutation, I would very much like to keep this idea of him being more cautious due to his spider instincts.
My personal favorite idea for this is that this is how Peter himself realizes completely just how much he’s fallen in love. As Spiderman he is constantly ignoring his feelings as Peter Parker and with everything that has recently happened, he’s been so stressed too that he barely had time to stay still and realize that he’s been so busy grieving after the people he lost and had to let go that he hasn’t even realized that there’s someone else who has ensnared him in her net. It takes him genetically mutating to finally realize it as his instincts now guide him, especially at the beginning where he struggles to control himself. So he begins to spin large nets in front of your windows, he tracks down your chemical pheromones to stalk you, he begins to synchronize with your own movements or may even do his own variations of mating dances (yes, some male spiders put on a whole performance to impress the females) and of course he also brings you presents wrapped in thick and sticky organic web, always glued right next to your window. Male spiders usually deliver prey and I’m not about to dismiss that sometimes when you have difficulties with co-workers or bump into unpleasant people who harass you that you won’t find said culprits dangling upside down down the street, shouting apologies to everyone they’ve ever wronged. Most of the time it’s just flowers or books though it takes minutes until you’ve managed to pull them out of the sticky web.
Peter on the other hand usually only feels the embarrassment creeping up on him once his hormones have balanced out enough for him to act somewhat normally again. It’s ironic how he could easily break cars in half if he wanted to yet whenever his arachnid hormones spike his instincts usually caution him that he needs to appease and impress you first and foremost before he can continue to court you within closer proximity and introducing himself. However, competition will be scared away. He will not tolerate any other potential mate within your proximity.
How about yandere TC meliodas with a s/o who the god of their clan a dragon god. They could care less about the war and is neutral.
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, threats, violence, death
Tags: @animanwha @l-stvrlightt-l
Dragon Goddess s/o
🐲Dragons are a clan neither Angels nor Demons are particularly eager to start a conflict with as they are creatures hailed for their incredible magic and strength. Power and fear both install a natrual sense of caution and wariness within any clan who dares to step onto your terrain and it is for that reason that your kind maintains its powers. Conflict and wars are of no interest to a species as long-living as your kind yet you are still aware of the importance of upholding the strength of your warriors as it is better to stomp out any malice before it can even approach your clan. You're not strong because your kind longs for blood and senseless slaughter but because you wish to maintain the peaceful lives you have built for yourselves. Yet when the Holy War starts, the angels and the demons dare to crawl onto your land like the parasites they are as they wish to bring the misery and the suffering of war onto your land too. Meliodas and Elizabeth are both sent to you as ambassadors of their respecting clans and it is only out of principle that you allow them an audience only to shut both down simultaneously. The drums of war they can deliver to other clans but not to yours. You will not be made a pawn in their senseless conflict for it has nothing to do with you.
🐲The Demon King and the Supreme Deity both make offers you reject and that only because your clan and you in particular enjoy the special luxury of being almost equal to both of them. With the war already staining their forces and their supplies, it would be an unwise choice to start an additional war with your kind and so you are left alone as you remain neutral. You have never been interested in their conflicts as you have seen such scenes already enough to know that whoever wins this war will oly enjoy a brief pause of a few centuries at best before a new war may begin again to repeat this doomed cycle. It has been Meliodas's first time meeting you in person after he has heard all sorts of stories throughout his life already. Your name is one of the few his father has spoken with spite and respect alike and if his cursed father holds someone that high, they must be someone very powerful. He even volunteers when the Demon King decides to ask for an alliance even though hopes for you to actually join are low. Yet it is only within your presence that Meliodas understands for the first time really why both the Demon King and Supreme Deity hold you and your clan in such high regards. Ancient, noble and radiating a confidence that comes from actual power, your presence leaves an impression.
🐲Once anyone encounters a presence such as yours, they'd have a hard time forgetting it. Meliodas is no different as he cannot get you out of his mind afterwards. In such little time you have already fascinated him this much and the greatest pity is that he cannot step on your land again unless he wishes to tresspass and go against his father's word by triggering a conflict between both clans. He doesn't fear his father's wrath though as some part of his blackened heart yearns for any kind of interaction, even if he forces it by tresspassing and dragging his clan into a conflict with yours. Then again, he doubts you would start a war over such a pitiful action and he refuses to taint his reputation and his honor alike. Meliodas has to trade carefully as he cannot just storm your palace and steal you away like he could potentially do if it were to be any other clan. Dragons are notoriously tough and difficult to beat and the older they are, the stronger their powers are. Many of your guards are thousands of years old and he could sense their strength even during his first visit. Beating all of them without getting injured within the process would be impossible even for someone of his calibre.
🐲As your kind lives secluded lives as interest in the outside world and its ever-continuing conflict is incredibly low as most dragons share your values and your disinterest of being involved. Perhaps his best chance to learn more information about you and about how your clan fights and trains is by finding an exception to this shared mindset. A mole who could spy for him on you and feed him information which he is sure would prove to be useful for later eventually. All creatures long deep down to prove themselves on the battle field and to defend the honor and the strength of their clan. Someone like that must surely exist within your country and even if it will take years to find a fitting candidate who is easily misled and persuaded, Meliodas will wait for his chance. There is the more familiar option of threatening you and trying to intimidate you but considering that you fear neither the Demon King nor the Supreme Deity, Meliodas doubts that his presence and his low warnings would be enough to ever frighten you and have you re-consider. No, he needs to change his strategy completely and try a more scheming and slower approach if he is determined to seize his desires and never let them go.
🐲All attempts to suggest an arranged marriage or a partnership are rejected by you swiftly and coldly as your heart doesn't tremble in fear, desire not happiness whenever he is around and attempts to woo you. A man who doesn't know how to love cannot evoke love within you either. Yet even if Meliodas would finally strip himself of his cruel mask and express emotions so painful they are almost human, you would still be interested in his offers. Your loyalty lies with your clan and you value your independence from either side. Dutiful to a fault and sworn to uphold neutrality, you have decided yourself to never take a lover for emotions would influence your ability to make decisions without any bias. A sense of duty that quietly infuriates Meliodas as he begins to despise that headstrong mindset of yours. Selflessness is a concept he isn't familiar with, especially not as he is a demon by blood. Demons act on their desires and indulge themselves all the time. You should know that his patience is everything but limitless. Do you think you can just play him like a fiddle all the time? You better think his offer through for it is the last one he is going to give you. What happens next is all going to depend on your answer. You will either agree to his terms or he will make your entire clan suffer the consequences one way or another.
Anon: Tom Riddle with Tanjiro Kamado's twin sister s/o who travelled to his world when he first opened the chamber of secrets. He was immediately attracted by her because of her personality and think she was pure because it. She is a Demon Slayer who was determined to help her brother stop Muzan and turn her sister back into a human. But she was forced back to her dimension and Tom vowed he will find his precious angel.
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, stalking, manipulation, isolation, spells and potions being used on reader
Tags: @realifezompire
Isekai'd s/o is Tanjiro's twin sister
𓆓Tom has always showcased a remarkable thirst for knowledge, even if said knowledge also includes spells, potions and artifacts which have been forbidden from use for a good reason. As a half-blood and proud descendant of Salazar Slytherin, he carries the best and the worst of both worlds within him and it is his muggle father who he has murdered in cold blood who has given him his arguably biggest complex which he hides away in shame and humiliation. From a young age on his potential has always been outstanding but just as fast as his talent progresses, so do his darker instincts as he has a vision from a very young age on, one where he is not only hailed as the strongest but also as the new lord of all mages and witches. For that sake he persuades professors into sharing secrets with him they should not tell any students or even sneaks into the library at night to eagerly consume the books depicting the spells and concoctions which are forbidden from being taught. The Chamber of Secrets is his proudest achievement as it confirms his legacy as a descendant of Salazar Slytherin indeed, the very wizard whose name is used even centuries later in Hogwarts. However, the basilisk isn't the only thing he finds within that chamber.
𓆓You nearly behead the basilisk on the spot, mistaking the creature for yet another demon in the strange environment you find yourself in all of a sudden. If it wouldn't have been for Tom using a spell to effectively paralyse you, his precious inheritance would have been dead already. The only reason why you aren't killed on the spot for knowing of its existence and for trying to kill it is Tom's intrigue. How did you get here? Why are you dressed so strangely? Judging from your clothes, your sword as well as the foreign language you are in, Tom can already guess that you aren't another student in here nor do you appear to even come from here. It would be impossible for anyone aside from himself to even be able to open the way to this chamber. You were already in here when he opened it, busily fighting the basilisk with reflexes and a speed that cannot be contributed to a muggle either. So what exactly are you? Where do you come from? So many questions and no answers as you do not understand his language, merely staring at him with a perplexed expression whilst keeping a close eye on the basilisk Tom has ordered to stay back for now. You shall not be harmed until he has his answers. You've intrigued him.
𓆓Normally his silver tongue has always aided him to persuade others into doing his biddings, his charm and charisma being responsible for why he has assembled such a large following from such a young age. You however aren't so easily fooled. Not only because of the language barrier but because you sense malice when it is close to you and this man basically radiates it. Very much a snake with a forked tongue in human form as you refuse to cooperate, giving Tom a rather difficult time. You do not understand his threats but you very well understand the intentions and the emotions behind those sharp whispers directed at you as you refuse to cooperate, forcing him to keep you locked away within the chamber for now in a separate tunnel so that neither the basilisk nor you try anything which would rob him of any of his precious specimens. If you were to get out and stumble into Dumbledore, Tom knows he'd be ruined as the professor already suspects him. It's already difficult enough to hide the bruises and deep scratches he risks one time he underestimates you and gets too close to you. For someone who wields no magic, he fears your inhumane speed, baffling strength and skilled wielding of your sword have already cost him a bitter humiliation as he is forced to wash the blood off his uniform in secret.
𓆓Tom knows better from that day on as he only lets a mistake disturb him once before he corrects it. He keeps your sword away from you and either keeps you restricted with spells and artifacts or uses potions on you to have you comply temporarily. He wants answers and since you refuse to give them to him even as he actually begins to study Japanese to understand the words you mutter better, you still spit in his face as you refuse to obey. So instead he uses spells on you, splitting your brain and dragging out your memories so that he may study and learn. And your memories are a revelation. How small-minded he must have been before, thinking only in a narrow box without understanding just how limitless the possibilities are. His ambitions are lit up until every fiber of his body is on fire with a new goal. Why should he limit himself only to the possibilities of his world when he can still and use powers from other worlds too to only pave his way further? You cannot tell me that he wouldn't consider that he could easily overcome the weakness of Muzan and believe that he can find a cure against the sun whilst simultaneously gaining all the powers and abilities that come with being a demon.
𓆓As your memories are used for him to gain the answers he so eagerly seeks, Tom gets literally in your head in ways that make your skin crawl as he sees everything from your perspective. You too fascinate him. Loyalty and courage are traits he admires, especially since unfortunately none of his own followers have been half as passionate as you have been when it comes to the safety of your brother and younger sister. Your willpower too is remarkable. Despite the constant isolation with your only unwanted company being Tom as well as his psychological torture by using spells on you to cloud your mind and read your memories, you haven't lost that fire within your eyes. Anyone else would have already crumbled yet you continue to glare at him with that same spite and determination in your eyes and it is such a shame that it is only because you think about getting back to your siblings. Could you perhaps direct some of that passion towards him only without anyone else being on your mind? It would very greatly please him. Now, obviously he could use potions on you to influence your feelings but that would be very much like admitting defeat that his own charms aren't enough and that would greatly wound his pride.
𓆓In Tom's case true feelings aren't involved as it is speculated that due to his mother having used a love potion on his own father under which conditions he was conceived as well, his own emotional capabilities have been stunned since he was an embryo. He feels instead very much like an explorer who has just discovered something that is going to change the world forever and plans to cherish and keep the very proof of it as a personal trophy. That being said, it is likely that he is fascinated, frustrated and confused alike by your emotions too as you feel strongly where he feels nothing and you hand out sympathy to your enemies where he would walk right over them. Your persistence to even forgive the mindless demons who are nothing more than pawns used by the one behind it is a motive that confuses him as your kind heart clashes with his cold logic and selfish motives. He does entertain the thought that perhaps you might even take pity on him if you were to find out his backstory but he is unwilling to ever let you know and additionally you know that you have never let mercy interfere with your determination to take out demons in your world. He's sure you would do the same if you were to find out what his plans involve.
𓆓A man whose heart used to be empty is suddenly overflowing with thoughts and desires Tom never entertained before and despite his best attempts to uphold his act, his once upon a time so flawless mask crumbles just enough for those who observe him the most to notice. What tends to keep him awake at night and obsessively study magic concerning transportations and theories of other alternative dimensions is that he still doesn't know what exactly triggered your transportation to his world. Is it correlated to him having opened the Chamber of Secrets or was it just an unbelievable coincidence? If he doesn't know the reason why you have been brought to this world in the first place, he cannot theorise how he can keep you. Your sudden disappearance shortly before the summer break where he had planned to stay in Hogwarts not only to avoid going back to that muggle-filled orphanage but also to spend more time with you marks his first great failure. A failure he does not take well at all and one of the rare times he actually loses his composure before he eventually catches himself enough to regain his temper enough to think and calculate. It's the beginning of an obsessive pursuit where he trades into magic few have ever dared to attempt as it could upset the balance of time and space.
Happy new year to one of my favorite author, enjoy this new year with your friends and family. For my request for this new year, a yandere itachi x reader x yandere shisui please thank you so much.
There's an estimated 4-5 years of age difference between Shisui and Itachi so Itachi will be around 19 in those Hc's, the reader 21 and Shisui 24.
🍡🍂You see, both of them are on the same wavelength when it comes to their love for you. There isn't so much of a gradual exposure until we reach the grand climax where both of them realise that they have not only fallen very deeply for you but that the other one is very much just as much in love with you. Both have known from the very first yearning glance that the other one is in love with you too and both are equally aware that their own feelings for you aren't exactly what you may consider to be normal unless you are very much familiarised with some of the passionate love tales that have existed throughout the history of the Uchiha Clan who is infamous for loving until there is nothing left - very much like a fire consuming everything in its way. You'd think that with those conditions, things would be resolved quickly. However, they aren't. Instead Itachi and Shisui alike exist within this awkward space where they constantly share knowing glances and watch over you fondly yet without ever admitting to you their feelings nor openly expressing it to the other one. Maybe both of them choose the surprisingly altruistic path at first as they'd feel bad to steal you away from the other one. However, by trying to stiffle the fire, both only end up feeding into it.
🍡🍂Shisui is the first one to crack. Not openly. Never openly. But in that quiet and calculated way where no one could accuse him or suspect a thing. His act could almost fool everyone with the exception of Itachi. Perhaps it is because both share so many similarities and a similar inner turmoil that Itachi can just notice things others cannot as he knows how Shisui feels. He knows that Shisui has begun to stalk you, skillfully using what he has learned from being an Anbu by watching over you without you ever being aware. Itachi understands that temptation though he is trying to hold himself back from doing it. The only time he finds himself reluctantly doing it is when he realises that Shisui has gotten a little bit too absorbed and he catches him in the earliest morning hours motionlessly watching your bedroom through the window, reminding his oldest friend that it is enough and that he should leave you alone for the time being. Itachi struggles with his emotions and perhaps the fact that he is younger than Shisui makes him more indecisive. Shisui on the other hand begins to grow dissatisfied with this situation that has been put on a stop. Shisui knows what he wants and he now wants to pursue it. He cannot do it as long as Itachi and him try to sneak around this conversation.
🍡🍂So it is he who finally confronts Itachi who has already suspected that this discussion would come very soon. Shisui doesn't mean to do it out of bad intentions or because he thinks that Itachi would make a bad partner for you. However, Shisui loves you and is no longer satisfied with pretending to not be. So Itachi will either have to step his game up or he will begin to court you and carefully express his feelings with the goal of eventually earning your love too. He doesn't wait for Itachi's answer as this was not an offer as much as it was a declaration. Itachi knows this much too and he doesn't get much sleep that night, mind too occupied with his racing thoughts. Starting from the next day, Itachi immediately notices the shift within Shisui's attitude. Confident yet still sly with that grin on his face as he is hovering around you like you are gravity and he has finally stopped to pretend to not be pulled towards you. For a while Itachi may even pretend like he is fine with it as he tries to do the selfless and right thing. The feeling of bitterness begins to grow though as he watches how Shisui rapidly begins to get closer to you until Itachi too crumbles. He can't... He can't be selfless. Not when it comes to you. So he too begins to get involved.
🍡🍂Looking at the track record of the past where two Uchiha fell in love with the same person, this could potentially end up getting ugly very fast. Uchiha have always been fierce, loyal and passionate and it is that passion that has led to some violent intern conflicts when it came to the topic of love. Sometimes that ugliness may even be evident within the quiet but undeniable rivalry Shisui and Itachi have going on. Both instinctively try to not compare themselves to each other nor do they try to copy what the other one does. They try very different methods from each other to impress you which is interesting considering that their kekkai genkai consists of copying the moves of others. Perhaps out of a deep respect for each other and the additional wish to be loved and accepted for who they are as both are used to always having to suppress their own self for missions and even for the clan. Sparring sessions may get very fierce at times as both clash against each other for different reasons now. They do not insult each other. Instead they constantly point out the flaws within the other one - flaws only they could notice as they know exactly what it feels like to be the other one as both of them are pretty much stuck on the same boat.
🍡🍂Eventually you notice the tension. Not only that but also the intensity in their eyes every time they look at you. That's how you start to subtly try to distance yourself from both of them as you are unwilling to create a rift in their friendship and additionally hope to avoid a confrontation where you might have to break one man's heart or shatter both of them. Itachi and Shisui notice before you even make the conscious decision at home as both know you a little too well and are both experts when it comes to body language. It is this decision that begins to form within your mind that has them immediately plan out a preventive measuremt as well as have a long discussion afterwards. Polygamy in itself isn't exactly an unknown concept within old clans such as theirs though it isn't as common in modern times and additionally most of those stories still didn't end prettily due to the natural possessive behavior of an Uchiha. They might still clash and that very seriously. The posing question is whether one of them would admit defeat and give up if they were to confront you and you'd be forced to choose one of them. Both would like to think that they're mature enough for it. The truth is that neither of them can truly swear upon it. Not with the intensity of their feelings.
🍡🍂They come to a silent agreement on that day though neither expects that everything will just proceed smoothly from here on out. For now the priority is to not alienate you any further because if you were to cut ties with both of them, things would escalate behind the scenes very much for you. They start to coordinate better to put your mind at ease whilst simultaneously establishing a system where both try to communicate better. Shisui takes mostly charge due to being older and having more experience though that doesn't mean he doesn't value Itachi's opinion. There are some common points both of them agree on which includes keeping other people who express a romantic interest in you away without alarming you and ensuring no one considers threatening you as you are close to both of them. They work together well but blunders still happen as they are still obsessed individuals. One may not tell the other that they are trailing after you and is only figured out because the other one had the same idea, leading to some frustration mainly because neither may be fond all the time of the idea of how alike they tend to think. Subtle manipulation is a constant throughout the relationship but you never truly realise because both know what to say and how to make your heart feel lighter.
Hello Happy new year to you! Can I request a yandere Geto x Reader x Yandere Gojo? both of them were secretly in love to their third bestfriend (reader), and soon their love for reader turned into obsession and possessiveness. Their possessive behavior turned dark after Riko Amanai's death
🩵🗻You cross paths with Suguru and Satoru alike during your first year in Tokyo Jujutsu High, a place where the three of you are going to study, train and learn together for the next three years. Satoru is already being hailed as the strongest sorcerer of this age and hails from the Gojo clan to top it all. Suguru and you on the other hand share far more humble backstories as both of you have been born to non-sorcerer parents. Initially you do not like Satoru. He never pays attention during class, has a rather dismissive attitude and more often than not he has to give his opinion even when he isn't asked. You don't know the stories of him when you initially step into this world as you have only very recently been scouted and discovered but you don't really care either when you are told. Instead you only see a spoiled brat with a poor attitude who thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he comes from such a prestigious family. It pisses you off and you clash often with him as a result. With Suguru you get along far better as the two of you bond over your common background and he helps you to adjust better within the world of sorcerers as he is still more educated when it comes to the history of this world than you are.
🩵🗻Satoru on the other hand is for the first few months a genuine struggle even as Suguru slowly begins to get along with him. He's always such a jerk who has to poke fun at you and tease you every time without seemingly being aware how humiliated you feel when you mess something up or cannot master a Cursed Technique. So you constantly fire back, leading to the two of you exhanging verbal blows all the time as Suguru desperately tries to calm both of you down. The problem is simply that Satoru never gives you an opportunity to let you see his more vulnerable side, something that he has always struggled with for as long as he lives. He is not supposed to have any weakness as his reputation forbids him of it and the unforgiving and harsh eyes of everyone watching his development closely force him to constantly put up the facade of the confident and cocky sorcerer everyone believes him to be. He's essentially trapped within an image of himself others spun for him and he has to wear all the time, suffocating his chances to figure out who he could be. In a way he envies you for it. You lash out. You cry. You laugh. You allow yourself to be messy with your own emotions and just let them all out instead of having to hide them like he does all the time.
🩵🗻All of the frustration you feel every time you think of him fades away on one day where you find him one night on the training ground, normally tall form surprisingly small as he has pushed his Six Eyes a little too far, having put a considerable strain on them as well as his brain. You've never been aware that he uses the school's training ground as during lessons he has always been slacking off somewhere. Why isn't he doing his training with his clan? Surely they should know best how to teach him and his abilities. It is then that Satoru confesses that he has never actually been trained by his clan when it comes to his abilities. No one in over 400 years had been born with his powers so obviously no one within the clan knew how to teach him properly. You then proceed to ask that he could still try to train with his clan because you're sure their facilities are far more spacious than the ones in this school, leading Satoru to do something he normally doesn't do. Tell you how fucking much he despises his family. Separated from a young age on from his parents who had a low social rank within the clan before he was born, forced to train tirelessly from a young age and groomed to be the shiny weapon of the Gojo plan which would bring honor to them all as long as he stayed obedient and brilliant.
🩵🗻You did not know any of this. The stories of him never depicted the pressure, the assassination attempts or the way he has been dehumanised from a young age due to his powers. Instead all of it was spun into tales of half-horror and half-legend of this untouchable young man whose birth had greatly shifted the balance of this world. For the first time that night you actually look at Satoru and recognise for the first time a teenager instead of the arrogant nuisance you so far were led to believe he was. You actually feel sorry for him in that moment and since the two of you are already in a gloomy mood, you decide to share with him your depressing past too which you so far have only entrusted Suguru with. That you were led to believe that you were mentally ill from a young age on due to seeing monsters no one else could see, bullied and teased and labelled as the creepy kid no one wanted to hang out with before your parents pressured you to stop talking about the curses you saw. You spent your entire junior high school trying to act like th perfectly normal student by masking the terror and hiding the nightmares that kept you awake at night before you snapped near the end of last school year at last as everything you had buried inside exploded out of you.
🩵🗻The reason why you have decided to never hide your feelings anymore is because those school years of yours where you had to pretend like you weren't being surrounded by monsters all the time was the worst you had ever felt. Nightmares, insomnia, quiet breakdowns when no one else was around. On some days you were really just hoping to drop dead rather than live on. You haven't talked to your parents since that accident as they quickly let Yaga take you with him. Maybe they feel relieved that you are gone now from their lives. You wouldn't know. You don't want to know for now either. Maybe in the future but not at this moment. Afterwards Satoru and you just sit in that heavy silence before you decide to head back to bed with a lighter heart but a heavier mind as your entire opinion of that boy changes in that very moment. However, the awkwardness of that vulnerability both of you just sat in is obvious the next day as the insults have lost their edge. Something Suguru very quickly notices and if he had to judge from the way the two of you exchange clumsily glances, he'd have to guess that the two of you finally had the very needed talk where both of you were just honest. About time. He was starting to get exhausted.
🩵🗻No matter how hard you train, you never quite manage to catch up to the likes of Satoru and Suguru. Well, perhaps it would be nothing short of ludicrous to believe that you could ever be on the same level as Satoru. But even Suguru advances incredibly much as he too is very talented and for a while the two of them even seem to be on the same level. However, that doesn't discourage you from still hanging out with them even if you cannot help but grumble and pout about the difference in talent. During missions you often feel rather useless as both of them take care of the curses before you can even try to accomplish much but whenever you bring this up, you are dismissed. Satoru tends to tease you for simply being too slow whilst Suguru always insists that neither of them is trying to make you feel excluded. You are very much part of their team and he hopes you will remember that. You have yet to realise that both have begun to develop feelings for you. Suguru has technically been the one who fell in love with you first as he has been closer to you longer than Satoru has. However, he hides his feelings far more better than Satoru who falls harder and in a much more chaotic manner.
🩵🗻Suguru and Satoru both have to repress their feelings. Suguru so that he can always remain calm as one mistake could mean the loss of a life and Satoru because emotions equal weakness. Around you those defenses crumble for both of them as you are the emotional anchor. You are lively and vivid, a whirlwind of energy and feelings you express all the time. Too direct and brash perhaps as Suguru is the one who has to remind you that you have to be careful with your words at times yet it is this storm of emotions you always carry within your heart that puts their own at ease. Life isn't easy and the life of a sorcerer is perhaps the most difficult of all but when around you, both of them just feel a little bit lighter. Suguru and Satoru both are incredibly protective as a result though Suguru is the one far more composed. Where Satoru is openly clingy and jealou like a child who has received something precious for the first and last time in life when it comes to you, Suguru often sits back and observes in a quieter manner. He tends to choose his words carefully and target you more precisely whenever he tries to convince you to spend time with them or to hang out less with others. Satoru may be the one who openly clings to you but you'd be a fool to believe that he doesn't feel just as strongly about you.
🩵🗻Then Riko's death happens and things change forever after. The girl who was so kind and had just decided to live her own life instead of becoming someone else's vessel is shot right in front of Suguru and you, the girl who had just encouraged you and the boys separately to confess your feelings to each other as she surprisingly enough figured it out. No words could ever describe the events that happen afterwards as Toji nearly kills Suguru and you alike, taunting that he murdered Satoru before you before he leaves with Riko's corpse to deliver her to the ones who paid him. Suguru and you can only lay their in shock and horror in a growing puddle of blood. Satoru is the one who ends up killing Toji after his near-death experience, transcending the limits of his abilities at last to indeed ascend to the strongest sorcerer of his time. His survival is only a small relief though. The applause is deafening as the three of you deliver Riko's corpse to the Star Religious Group and the feelings of rage and sorrow indescribable. For a moment you almost agree with Satoru's decision to massacre everyone in this room only for Suguru to stop the both of you. You are the only one who openly weeps for Riko the following days, the only one capable of being that open with her grief.
🩵🗻The following year the three of you begin to grow apart. Satoru is sent away on dangerous missions all alone as the higher-ups begin to take proper advantage of his awakened powers. That should technically leave only Suguru and you yet the two of you have also already chosen different paths. Suguru is still left with the trauma of last year yet whenever you try to talk to him, he refuses to open up as he can only give you a tired smile. You've just recently recovered that smile of yours again. He doesn't wish to bother you with his own problems. You should focus on your own well-being. Even if he wishes you wouldn't spend so much time under monkeys. Since about half a year you have taken a small part-time job in a café in Tokyo after Yaga recommended you that perhaps you would get better best by changing your environment for a while. Initially you weren't fond of it but now you are grateful for his advice because your heart does feel a bit lighter after every shift. If you would have isolated yourself, you think you would have started to despise sorcerers and non-sorcerers alike but serving cakes and drinks to costumers has helped to remind you that there are many confused people out there just like Satoru, Suguru and you. You have even begun to think if being a sorcerer is the right thing for you.
🩵🗻You fail to realise that you have always been the emotional glue holding the three of you together and it is your neglectance of insisting to hang out more together as you are stuck in your own doubts and thoughts that partially contributes to what goes down later on. Suguru has grown very bitter as of recently, wondering why in the world you bother to work under non-sorcerers when you have been gifted with your own Cursed Technique. The two of you get in constant arguments he eventually stops as you get too passionate, about the only thing that puts his heart at ease as he realises that you are recovering just fine. Satoru on the other hand is borderline a ghost through little fault of his own. He is busy and he has grown so strong that not even Suguru could catch up to him anymore and you are no longer naive enough to pretend that this means nothing. There is such a gap between him and the two of you and you struggle to overcome that even if he is the one frequently and desperately reaching out towards you only for you to busy yourself with not only work but also the quiet courage to soon confess to both of them that you have no ambition to become a sorcerer. It is a world you have realised is not meant for you. You would wither away if you would continue in this profession.
🩵🗻You don't know how much your decision ultimately contributes to Suguru's spiral into madness. It must have certainly been the final push as you one day confess to both of them when all of you have finally found the time that you plan to work in Tokyo after you have graduated from Jujutsu High to pursue a normal career. You still remember the deafening silence from Suguru after you had spoken it whilst Satoru toppled his chair over when he stood up abruptly, perhaps realising for the first time just how far the three of you had grown apart. You still remember his tight grip on your arms and how he shook you as if he was trying to snap you out of a hypnosis you had been put under to make such a decision and how it was Suguru who stopped him, pulling him back before he gave you a long and tired glance, asking you if this was really what you wanted to do. Perhaps it was that final nod you gave him, hesitant but determined, that finally pushed him over the edge as you remember how his eyes dulled afterwards and he half-heartedly wished you the best. The next time you hear Suguru's name, he is no longer welcome within the sorcerer society for the massacre he committed by killing an entire village. Satoru appears soon after, devastated and paranoid that you too will abandon him.
🩵🗻You don't know when you will ever hear of Suguru again, if that is at all. In hindsight you wish you would have never heard of him again when only a few weeks after the massacre he committed, you receive a package. No name of the sender is anywhere to be found, only a short letter wishing that with this package you can hopefully rest a little bit easier. It is the handwriting you recognise him by as you read through the letter with quiet dread, wondering if you should call Satoru before opening the package. You cannot detect anything suspicious from within and perhaps it is your belief that Suguru wouldn't send you anything with the intention to harm you that you finally open the package to take a look at the content of it. When you first lay your eyes on the arrangement of toys, you don't recognise them. How could you? It's been years and the crusted, red liquid staining some of them doesn't make them any easier for you to identify. It is when you pick one of them up, still quietly confused, that the memories slowly come back as you realise from where those toys came and what this implies. You try to call your parents for the rest of the day without any success and even calling the neighbors ushers in the same results.
🩵🗻You receive the official news only 2 days later at which point you have already shed plenty of tears with Satoru as your shoulder to cry on. He insists on attending the funeral together with you as he pays for the train tickets, accompanying you from the moment you leave Tokyo together. Always right behind you, one hand always touching you as you don't miss the way his blue eyes constantly swipe over the crowd as if he is searching for someone he has to protect you from. You are elsewhere with your thoughts though so you don't bother to ask him for now. It's not like you had a very tight bond with your parents. In fact the last time you saw them, the bond was hanging on by a mere threat. You haven't contacted them in years and vice versa. Who knows, maybe even in their final moments they despised you and your kind. However, now you cannot even ask them that. Even if they would have told you that they hated you, at the very least you could have gotten that confirmation and closed that chapter of your life. The reason you cry so much during the travels and the funeral is because now you lack that disclosure you would have so desperately needed. It'll be a cut that will bleed and haunt you forever.
🩵🗻For the same person who initially tried to physically shake you until you would change your mind, over time Satoru seems to begin to enjoy that you have chosen a different career. He very much supports your decision even as you decide to go solo and open your own separate sweets shop. Who do you think is handling half of the rent for that place you have rented out? Every attempt to reject his help is ignored as he seemingly expects to be paid back in sweets and love with the amount of time he is crashing your place to gorge himself on mochi and cheesecake. It's not like you have completely stopped using what you learned during your time in Jujutsu High either. If any of your customers are being followed by smaller curses who cling to them, you get quietly rid of them yourself to do at least some good deeds. Aside from Shoko, Yaga, Nanami and obviously Satoru you have mostly isolated yourself from any individuals who are just like you to completely cut off that world from your life. That confession you wanted to make so many years ago has long been buried as your emotions have shifted due to trauma and a few more years worth of experience yet you are just as aware that Satoru's feelings have not changed. No, they have grown only more intense.
🩵🗻You don't know how long it will take for him to finally explode considering that he isn't even bothering to hide his emotions for you with how affectionate and possessive he is already acting. All of that considered, it's a miracle he lasted over a year after Suguru left the two of you and the stress of establishing your own shop has slowly ebbed away as you have begun to go independent. It is then that he finally approaches you to talk about his feelings. He's been holding them back because he decided to be selfless enough to let you be done with this place first but he is well aware that you know how he has been feeling all those years ago and how he is still feeling. He deserves an answer from you now because he cannot wait any longer. A confrontation you have been dreading since quite a while ago because you know what you're going to say to him. Yet just as you dare to turn around and brace yourself for the rejection, he cuts you off. His lips immediately on yours, catching your hands before they can push him away as his eyesare kept closed as if avoiding to look into your eyes which would already reveal your feelings before your words ever could. He leaves only after you begin to cry and cuss him out, demanding of him to get out of your sight. You know well enough though that he'll return soon.
🩵🗻Not even within the own walls of your apartment are you safe though. Not when you find your door unlocked, preparing for a thief only to find yourself face to face with none other tha Suguru himself who is observing the place you live in now like an old acquaintance you haven't seen in ages and have invited over instead of a traitor to the Jujutsu world and the man who has slaughtered your village. That's why your first instinct is to scream at him before he signals you to be quiet, reminding you that he wouldn't want you to wake up any pesky neighbors who should not get involved or otherwise he has to get rid of their stench too. So you can only close the door behind you, your body trembling with emotions you can barely hold back as your eyes follow his every movement as he sits down on the couch and motions you to join him. There's only a small switch of his eyebrows as you sit away as far away as possible, slapping his hand away the moment he tries to guide you closer. He needs to get out of your place as soon as possible for you don't want to be anywhere near him. So he should cut it as short as possible. Why exactly is he here, daring to show his face after everything he has done?
🩵🗻For just one moment you almost imagine that you see a short flicker of hurt in his eyes as he hears your sneerful tone only to hide it away immediately as he reveals to you that he was hoping that maybe you'd consider joining him in his cause of killing all non-sorcerers to save his kind - your kind. Is that why he killed your parents?! Before your tone can get any louder and alert anyone, one of his hands quickly covers your mouth, reminding you once more to be quiet. However, he doesn't pull away even when you nod reluctantly, far too close to you now as his eyes keep on flickering back and forth between your burning eyes and your lips. It's strange. He tried so hard to cut ties with both Satoru and you last year yet he hasn't been able to forget either of you. Memories can be such a torture indeed, especially since he remembers a time where you gazed at him with such admiration. Now you're crawling to serve monkeys by limiting your potential. Oh, you've sunken so low. He was hoping by maybe killing your parents, he'd make your life a little bit easier. So why exactly are you mourning the very peple who sent you away and despised you for your abilities? They despised you up to their last moments. He should know. He was there. If you were hoping that they had changed their minds, you were wrong.
🩵🗻The slap that follows after is loud enough to echo loudly within your apartment and strong enough to draw blood from his lips, the palm of your hand burning from the force behind it all. He has to get out. Now. You don't even blink as you observe his every movement. How he wipes the blood on his lips away, dazed and still in shock of what you just did. How he narrows his eyes at you before slowly standing up, making his way to the door to leave. You follow right behind him to make sure that he really leaves even if the realisation that he knows where you live wil keep you awake all night. It is just as his figure is about to leave the doorframe that he turns around, taking the next punch of yours before he's suddenly restricting your wrists. And just as you are about to yell, his lips crash against yours, the faint taste of metallic blood from your earlier hit still lingering. He doesn't pull away the moment tears begin to drop again and that selfishness has your stomach sink only deeper. Suguru only pulls away once he seems to be satisfied, promising you that he will see his vision fulfilled and that he will soon have you see that he is doing the right thing. Until then he'll let Satoru continue to cling to you as he is for now the best choice to protect you. Suguru knows Satoru would never let anyone harm you.
❥A love-struck boss is exhausting. Mr. Son is about to discover that a boss who is not only love-struck but obsessed on top of it is going to be a serious test to his own sanity though. It is amazing how Se-Gye, a man who can command an entire board with his mere presence, struggles like a teenager with his first serious crush the moment he falls in love. He is everything that he should not be at this age: awkward, jealous, possessive with a serious staring and stalking problem to top it all. The cherry on top that makes it all borderline laughable is that Se-Gye seems to be aware of his unfitting behavior too and is trying so desperately to downplay it only to fail spectacularly, at least when with Mr. Son who is assigned the role of the wingman who will help Se-Gye achieve his goal to successfully court you or else he will be fired. Love has been the furthest thing on Se-Gye's mind for about his entire life. His life is his company and his grandfather's unsuccessful attempts to set him up with a promising daughter of another CEO have all failed spectacularly. Time is gold as he would say and that has been his favourite mantra up until he falls hard and fast for you. Then he would suddenly like for his time to be yours and vice versa only that you have little interest.
❥Poor Mr. Son has to work overtime as he is suddenly instructed by his boss to ensure that you get home safe but without getting caught as if Se-Gye himself knows that it would be an awkward conversation to have the moment you would notice how often this actually happens. That's why Se-Gye is never going to mention to anyone how he basically does a background check on you, your entire life summorised on a few pages which are permanently locked away within his office desk. There is by no means a logical explanation to this all as you are neither a threat nor someone who is trying to get a job within his company. No reason at all yet whenever Mr. Son asks him why exactly he needs that report anyways, he is quickly silenced by that glare of his boss that silently reminds him to please uphold the hierarchy. Now, Se-Gye is initially quite confused about what exactly is so special about you that justifies his intense interest. Once he has just embraced his feelings though, he decides to roll with it without questioning it too greatly. Then you not only find a chaebol in front of your doorstep but one who is going to very bluntly tell you that he has interest in you and would like for you to be officially his.
❥The jealousy and the humiliation after your initial rejection burns very brightly and everyone within his company suffers from his petty attitude afterwards. Se-Gye cannot understand for the life of him what could have possibly led you to reject him as there is no explanation within his mind that would make sense on any logical conclusion. However, whilst he circles through four stages of grief, he never ever settles into acceptance. His pride won't let him and in his mind he has quietly already dubbed you as his. All he has to do now is to find a way to make his ambition a reality. He has done it countless times before. Surely this time it won't be any different. Ironically enough he himself is unaware how unusual he is actually behaving unless he realises how others stare at him half-concerned and half-frightened. This man is starting entire monologues at time, quietly seething in his chair until Mr. Son walks in, inviting himself in since his boss didn't hear him knock. Any attempts to hide his jealousy are completely out of question either. Se-Gye despises when anyone tries to get affectionate with you and he is going to spend a questionable amount of money to fix such mistakes from happening ever again.
❥Known and feared as a CM, a Capital Monster, his ruthless reputation precedes him. The media loves targetting him and his rivals try to drag him down by throwing rumors at paparazzis who eagerly lap at them like a bunch of starved and grovelling sogs. As a man in the business world, one simply has to learn to be the bigger fish in the small tank. That same mindset Se-Gye very much applies when he deals with the people who end up making your life difficult. Now, he too is seen as an annoyance within your life from your perspective. An unfavourable view he is intend on changing very soon. For now though he can at the very least ensure that he is going to be the only nuisance on your mind so you may only get worked up thinking of him which he considers to be a good start. Any financial struggles or problems you face within your life, he very much takes care of and that without even bothering to hide that he has done it. You may believe that he is doing it so that he has something to hold against you - and honestly, a little thank you would be appreciated - but above all he simply sees it as his future duty with which he may start early. What kind of man would he be if he is unable to provide for his lover?
❥Mr. Son is pretty much your assigned stalker/low-key emotional support pillar. His circumstances can make it pretty difficult though and especially at the beginning he sees himself more or less forced to sort of hide his feelings and by extension you away. His grandfather definitely wouldn't appreciate you as his final choice, Mun-Do would probably try to use you as bait against him and the media would simply have a feast finding out about your existence and what feelings you have awoken within him. So much trouble because everyone has to stick their noses into his business. By that logic he should perhaps stop seeking you out as often himself but rules always apply to everyone except himself of course as for him things are simply different. Once things have finally settled down somewhat, Se-Gye sees less need to constantly check on you to ensure you haven't been dragged into any ridiculous scandal or have been approached by Mun-Do. However, one should better be prepared than sorry and so you are never going outside without him somehow tracking you or having Mr. Son play chauffeur for you too. You should also preferably text or call him every hour or two so he knows nothing bad has happened.
❥Se-Gye can be a very difficult boss to deal with. Mr. Son knows this. Everyone within Biojei knows that. So once it is made public that he is dating you, everyone is suddenly flocking to you whenever he is in a especially volatile mood. Sometimes that can just be because Mun-Do is giving him problems or the media is trying to tear him apart again. A relatively new development that becomes increasingly frequent is that the two of you had an argument, leaving him with the aftermath of messy emotions and his employees as the victims of his frustration and anger. Usually he brightens up when you pay a visit though and give him a chance to apologise, even if you have only come to prevent his employees from having an overly difficult time. Communication tends to be a difficult subject for as direct as Se-Gye tends to be with his opinions, it is obvious he has never fully opened up to someone before and therefore tends to struggle at times when he is confronted with very messy and human arguments. He cannot talk to you like he does to his employees or his business partners and he does know that, meaning he often stays silent due to not wanting to say anything too harsh. So he has to rely on his actions more times than not, especially his money.
For the Yan MBTI, may I request Lelouch vi Britannia?
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, controlling behavior, paranoia, overprotective behavior, manipulation, threats, blackmail, violence, unethical use of his Geass (so basically nothing new)
Tags: @animanwha @l-stvrlightt-l
Yandere MBTI
Lelouch vi Britannia is a CAMS.
Cruel
♟️Lelouch for me is very interesting as his morally very complex motives and his perspective on his own actions aren't always inheritantly cruel. He does care about his loved ones and is prepared to sacrifice the world for them, even at the cost of other people's life and his own sanity and soul. Nunnally and you are such people he is willing to go to such great lengths for but the more he takes advantage of his Geass to strive towards the justice and the world he envisions, the crueler and more evil his actions become. Until it eventually reaches a level where he knows he is hurting you emotionally but continues to commit them anyways. It is still for the greater good within his own mind but he does no longer justify them to you as fiercely as he might have done once upon a time. No longer is it a priority of his to have you understand just how much he is sacrificing as he no longer requires your permission to ease his mind as his own ambition has completely taken over. Sometimes he may attempt to be more reverent but at that point it is already far too late as you refuse to forgive him, leading him to double down on his cruel side instead. Fine then. He doesn't require your love. He just needs to ensure that you remain his.
Aware
♟️Despite all of the atrocities he tends to reduce to a regrettable but justified sacrifice for a better world, Lelouch is well aware that you do not love him. Maybe once upon a time you did but that has been in a distant past that no longer feels real. A time before the Geass, before his time as Zero and before his time as the Emperor of the New World he has molded to his own vision. It would be perhaps stranger to believe that you still harbor affection for him after all he has done to you, from tearing you away from your family and friends from whom you haven't heard to this day to locking you away within a single room with one solitary window you can gaze out off and mourn your loss of freedom. However, at one point even your hatred begins to fade as it is instead replaced by apathy as you begin to ignore his very presence within the room as if having deemed him to be unworthy of even a crumb of your attention. That in Lelouch's mind is the most unforgivable thing of all. He shall never be ignored by you. He'd rather torment you verbally then by fuelling your anger so you may lash out on him again then be treated like he is mere air. Love and hatred are two sides of the same coin after all. As long as he can haunt your thoughts by being hated by you, he would be fine.
Manipulative
♟️There are always secrets. There are always things you never find out. Nunnally and you both have been lied to and have been made the victims of Lelouch's schemes and intrigues and the both of you have paid a heavy price for being deceived by him. Even after Lelouch has achieved everything he has ever planned, he doesn't stop lying and witholding important information. You still have no clue what has happened to your family after the conflicts settled, always haunted by that churning fear within your stomach that maybe they were made casualties of the war. You don't even know what the layout of the place looks like where you are being kept, making every attempt to possibly escape extremely difficult. However, the most grave thing Lelouch ever does to you is by using your Geass on you. You fear that he is going to force you to love him and to return his affection. Instead he sets a very clear set of conditions which forbid you to ignore him nor to ever leave him. Your emotional state is not overwritten yet your freedom of will is still greatly limited as you are incapable of ignoring and escaping him from that day on. You are essentially a bird whose wings have been clipped from that moment on.
Strict
♟️Boxed into a schedule you have to obey every single day, on most days you feel like you are about to suffocate. Your room only consists of a bed- and a bathroom with the needed amenities, maybe a bookshelf with stories and books he has chosen himself for your entertainment. Otherwise your only option is to gaze out of that locked window, reminiscing of a time where you were able to run around freely. You are let outside every morning, noon and evening for a meal you are forced to share with him. Always at the same time. Always escorted by guards he has brainwashed with his Geass to obey him. The only person aside from him you get to interact with without having to ask for explicit allowance is Nunnally who finds herself in a similar situation as you do. The only time this mundane schedule is broken is when Lelouch himself is taking you out to spend time with you and you are compelled to obey him despite not wishing to even be within his proximity. If you used to write diaries or journals within the past, you stop doing it very quickly the moment you find out that Lelouch confiscates such private writings to read them himself. So you stop writing or expressing yourself completely as you know that he would interpret everything himself.
🔳It has never been a secret that Asura has always felt very strongly for you. The mere presence of yours around him has in fact often led him to use all of his focus, a fatal mistake during the harsh and unforgiving training of his brother. Most people living within the village water his feelings down to an innocent puppy crush as the only people who suspect something bigger being Indra and Hagoromo as his blood-related family. Sure, on the outside it may look harmless and somewhat idiotic but one man should not revolve so much around his lover as it is neither healthy nor very fitting for the son of The Sage of Six Paths. Asura's obsession remains innocent-looking probably up until the point where Indra decides to take revenge for not having been chosen by his father despite being the older brother as his target is immediately you so that he can hurt his brother and avenge his humiliation. To Asura himself that terrible night is a wake-up call too as he has to sit forever after in the haunting idea that he could have lost you and what his life would have been if that would have happened. It strengthens the importance you have within his heart and with his brother now having abandoned him, he clings to you only more as a result of the loss.
Delusional
🔳His father can try to bestow him with all of the wisdom he has and Asura would still remain oblivious to the true extent of his feelings. The fact that Hagoromo and Indra both never address this matter to the public and only ever talk about it in private doesn't help either. Asura's assurance within his love is largely influenced and confirmed by the villagers themselves who support him in his attempts to woe you. As none of them have ever acted or gossiped about his feelings being secretly not healthy, Indra has always had the impression that nothing is wrong with his love for you. So when his family brings up words like 'obsession', he rejects the mere suggestion of it very strongly. After all he connects a lot of negative things with that word and none of them are things he would ever dream to commit against you. Everything he does, he does to protect you and with that stubborn mindset he does justify some out-of-character actions later down the line when Indra has partially broken down the younger brother who has always been the more optimistic one between the two. Asura has that particular image in mind where the two of you are married and have a family and he is working his hardest to make this future come true.
Honest
🔳If there were to be a category of people who are really bad at lying, Asura would definitely belong on that list. He strikes me as the guy who just cannot bring himself to lie due to some inner moral code and even if he attempts to lie, usually it never works as his body language and his facial expressions give him away. He has always been a very honest and good person and it is what people appreciate about him so much. When around you, he may tend to be shy at the beginning but even then he never bothers to hide what he is feeling for you. Or rather, his body is failing to contain his feelings for you whenever you are within proximity. He is blushing and fidgeting around as if his nerves have been hooked on a wire, especially before he gathers the courage to be more upfront about his feelings for you. As the leader of the village succeeding his father and training a new generation in the arts of chakra, he has to adopt the qualities of one and that doesn't include leading people on. The only reason why his honesty tends to not align with what you perceive or have heard from somewhere is because his obsession twists the truth into something that is acceptable for him without forcing him to confront what Indra and Hagoromo have always tried to tell him.
Lenient
🔳There is a lot of personal freedom which is granted to you by Asura even if technically he could easily contain you with his power. His trust in his village is unique in its strength and purity though, meaning you receive only little restrictions. Asura is rather the type who simply trails behind you to spend his time with you. If something would ever happen and you were to be involved, he knows that you would receive immediate help from the other villagers so his mind is usually at ease as he isn't the type to be overly paranoid. The one exception to that rule and probably the most difficult time you have had with him is the months after Indra tried to obliterate the village and get to you to take revenge on his brother by stealing something precious to him. That is the one time where you are subdued to the rare paranoid side of Asura as he is haunted by images and nightmares the months after, forcing you to stay inside for the ease of his own heart. Whilst you never suffered from life-threatening injuries, he knows that Indra was serious in that moment with his threats which is an unspeakable horror to witness from one's one beloved brother. He's paranoid that Indra is still lurking somewhere in the shadows, waiting for another chance to capture you.
Hi there! Trying to hurry and get this in while I can and maybe sneak in another if I have time!! I hope you have a great new year's!!
Anyways! Could I request headcanons for the Host Club (not sure if there's any you don't write for, but my favs are Honey, Mori, Haruhi and Kaoru!) with a female Reader who was friends with them prior (You could do each one separately or just be friends with them all at once!) and is now interested in being a host? Would they allow a female host? Not like how Haruhi keeps her gender a secret but like making it known that they're female, - they still dress feminine and all - but still aim to romance female guests?
Sorry if that didn't make much sense! Thank you for your time! (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)
👑Honest to God, Haruhi is going to be the last person who would ever question such an arrangement. Why does it even matter that you are a woman? If you have the skills needed to be a host and if other students are interested in this possibility, she sees no need to even hesitate. Even if some people refer inevitably to the beginning of this club and how it has been managed ever since, Haruhi is going to speak her mind as she may even get somewhat disappointed if she finds out that the core problem is indeed that you are a woman. The White Lily League is after all proof enough that female hosts can be just as much as a hit amongst female customers as male hosts can be. Any potential concern about jealousy should be made no big issue either as Haruhi is very cut-through in separating the private life matters from those required within the host club. It would be very hypocritical of her to be jealous considering she is also a host who flirts with female students within the club. She most definitely has an agreement with you that if things get too intense in either one's eyes, they are going to inform the other one. Though she may come to struggle with that promise as Haruhi doesn't quite know how to articulate herself when jealousy does arise.
Suoh Tamaki
🌹Tamaki has mixed feelings about it which he obviously has to exaggerate in his typically dramatic manners. On the one hand this would mean that he gets to spend more time with you within the Host Club but on the other hand it also means that his two worlds are going to collide. Out of priorisation of keeping the Host Club running, Tamaki has denied himself from recognising his feelings and the realisation later on has led him to his smothering obsession partially fueled by guilt. That guilt probably has him hesitating a lot as he doesn't want to flirt whilst you are around. Even with your specific statement that you are aware but don't care, Tamaki will still struggle and additionally question your lack of jealousy. Kyouya and him probably agree to give it a test run and that is when the biggest problem arises: his very annoying jealousy. It doesn't even help that you flirt with only female customers because Tamaki is still going to be struck with jealousy, leading to a poor quality performance from his side as he is just that distracted. His impulsiveness eventually gets the better of him, leading him to even interfere with your host club activities as he is going to combust otherwise.
Ootori Kyouya
💴Well, Kyouya can't exactly claim that this notion is very thrilling. As the brain behind the Host Club who is responsible for the events and the finances, he is quick to weight the potential risks. Potential jealousy from female customers even if you were to assume the role of a host, lack of interest or lack of popularity are all things which prevent you from just hopping into the role. Kyouya instead asks the other members for their opinion first before he analyses the overall consens about how their customers would feel about a host who openly dresses like a girl too whilst still preferring to flirt with other girls too. If everything points to an interest to see a female host who openly presents herself as one, he would most likely agree to assign you to become a new member. That is after he has briefed you about rules and do's and don't's where he inevitably ends up adding rules only applying to you. Also, he is going to help choose your uniform as you won't wear the traditional suit. Anyone suggesting a maid outfit is going to be shot down by a cold glare as your target audience is not going to include male students who want to gawk at you. He is in fact going to personally ensure that no swooning boys get close to you. Only girls. That was the agreement.
Haninozuka Mitsukuni
🍯Honey is initially quite supportive as he is always willing to give advice and offer his help if someone approaches him for it. Yes, he may also be so easily convinced because you express your interest in solely flirting with the female visitors of the club which eases all initial jealousy he might have felt. So he approaches Kyouya and Tamaki to ask both of them for their opinion and afterwards he is quick to help you to choose a uniform as you wish to dress up more feminine. You just look so cute in that dress, giving him an additional boost of energy as he realises he gets to see you wear this cute outfit every time during the Host Club activities. It is only once you actually start to work as a Host Club that he realises that he may have glossed over the fact that this is still work and you therefore plan to entertain the customers instead of spending more time with him. You don't ignore him completely of course but for someone who thrives on your attention, this is still a severe depravation which very soon leads the normally sugar-sweet honey to be rather cranky. Then he suddenly ends up hindering your work as he constantly interrupts your work and if you call him out for him later on, he is probably going to result to trying to gain your pity.
Morinozuka Takashi
💪Mori has always taken on the role of the rather supportive pillar, albeit a quiet one. When you first tell him about your idea to join the Host Club yourself, he quietly listens and considers it for a while before he proceeds to ask around himself. Something about it already bothers him even if he is at least of a somewhat lighter heart when you state explicitly that you would like to entertain female students within the Club too. Still, it is this merge of his private life with his Host Club life which quietly keeps him somewhat up as he isn't sure how to feel about this. As he doesn't want to come over as a possessive guy who wants to keep his lover solely anchored within his private life, he doesn't speak up and bottles every doubt and concern up. That's how things proceed seemingly smoothly until you are in the Club with him, attending the female students visiting the club all energised. Mori on the other hand can only quietly observe this all whilst pursing his lips. He knows that you are only playing the role of a hostess but if you appear very happy and affectionate around female customers, it stays on his mind for quite a while after. He is going to let out his quiet frustration through kendo until he is eventually going to have to confront you.
Hitachiin Hikaru
🩵You are very familiar with Hikaru's immature jealousy and over-possessive behavior which is why you don't even tell him first. You confide in other Host Club members first to delay the inevitable which eventually happens and is just as exhausting as you expected. The fact that you told everyone but him first only worsens Hikaru's already bad mood as he is informed that you want to join the Club too and after snapping at you, he just storms out as he doesn't know how to deal with his feelings as of now. Kaoru has to chase after him. There are multiple reasons to why Hikaru objects very strongly against your plans yet all of it ultimately boils down to his jealousy as he is unwilling to let you flirt with other students, even if they are all girls too. Due to his strong objections things get difficult and the two of you get into a lot of arguments. It takes a lot of effort from the other Host Club members before he begrudgingly agrees because he is tired from all the arguing too. He is not going to be supportive though as he has to ignore you during Host Club activities unless he wants to risk letting his jealousy boil over again. Overall he most likely grows a lot more possessive when the two of you are alone as he feels like the female customers stole from him.
Hitachiin Kaoru
🧡Kaoru may not be all for your recent ambitions but the least he can do is hear you out and consider it instead of immediately blowing up like his older brother would. He too has issues regarding jealousy and possessive antics though in a more watered down version as he can be convinced as he is merely skeptical. Now, he does voice his doubts and his own feelings about it but he eventually still decides to address it to Tamaki and Kyouya despite a somewhat heavy heart. He wants to be supportive so he bites his tongue and attempts to remain calm though he is probably still going to be overly active in the choice of your uniform even if you have specifically promised to only flirt with other girls in school. Now, he does struggle initially a lot as you begin to work within the Host Club as the first official hostess. His attention constantly slips away as his eyes search for you and he may feel that tiny bitter stab when you end up being very affectionate with your customers, his heart feeling uneasy and heavy on such days. That does show through his increased clinginess after the activities are wrapped up. He doesn't talk about it initially but it is still pretty obvious that something isn't right and to his credit, if you ask him he will answer.
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