Sup, I'm just a simple otaku (24)who loves to create stories and fangirl over my fictional crushes. Be sure to check out my story; The Rabbit of Night Raven and Bizarre Brother. It can also be found in Quotev and AO3.
For those who don't know, I'm crazyyanderefangirlfan, but call Yan since I realized it's kind of a mouthful. This is my oc blog, if your curious on what I created check out my masterlist below, but I mostly reblog other stuff. Since I have horrible writer's block and school keeps me busy. Feel free to ask me anything, from my oc's, story or me. But I won't answer anything toxic or that makes me uncomfortable. Currently into Twisted Wonderland, Genshin Impact, Obey Me and Villain Recruiters might consider posting my other ocs from different fandoms though.
EDIT: Still busy but will now balance
Masterlist.
First updated: 10/14/20
Last updated: 06/30/26
Hi so I made a masterlist cause everything was messy and you guys won’t have a trouble finding what you want. Updates will be at random.
synopsis — Deuce encounters his crush visiting Ace, who is injured and getting attention from them, sparking feelings of jealousy. Seizing an opportunity, Deuce offers to walk the prefect home. Over dinner, which Deuce prepared, he reveals his deep devotion to the prefect and desire to ensure their happiness and safety, leaving the prefect with mixed feelings about his intense loyalty.
genre — yandere
warning — none
note — i dont know if he can actually cook or not but lets pretend hes been practicing 😭😭
more works: masterlist
now playing: starry eyes - cigarettes after sex
Deuce stands by his locker after his track club session. Now freshly showered and dressed in his dorm uniform, he brushes his hair in front of the small mirror attached to the inside of his locker. Feeling rejuvenated, he ensures he looks polished by checking every detail of his face in the reflection.
As he fetches his duffel bag from the locker, he unexpectedly locks eyes with a picture of his crush, secretly taped to the inner locker wall. A slight blush spreads across his face as he gazes fondly at the photo. The picture in question was a candid shot of the prefect smiling from afar that he had asked a certain third-year upperclassman for.
He was aware of Hunt's unique behavior and had the genius idea of begging for one picture of his beloved to keep. Benevolent was he, Spade was given one. Perhaps that's what he gets for his diligent and pristine reputation, despite the predicaments he often finds himself in. At least he's better than his orange-haired buddy.
The picture tugged at his heartstrings as he instinctively reached out to touch the flat object, his eyes shimmering with longing for their touch. Thankfully, he had made a photocopy so he could keep one in his club locker and another hidden away in his room. Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps jolted him from his reverie.
“Hey! Nice run we had” Jack’s sudden shout startled him slightly. He tried to respond with equal enthusiasm while quickly shoving his bag into the locker to conceal the picture from his friend.
“Y-Yeah, it was great.” His smile appears embarrassed, causing Jack to tilt his head in curiosity. “Are you okay?”
Spade waves him off. “No, no, it’s fine... I just can’t wait to head back.” Although Jack initially remains concerned, he eventually brushes it off, guessing it’s nothing. He returns to his locker to pack his folded track clothes into his duffel. “Want to head back together like we usually do?”
Deuce grabs his duffel, momentarily revealing the picture in all its glory. He takes another moment to admire it before swiftly closing his locker. “Yeah, let’s go.”
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As he approaches the door to his room, he notices it is already ajar. He gently pushes the door open to get a clearer view of what’s happening inside. To his surprise, he finds the prefect seated on a chair, facing one of the beds. Just as he begins to ponder why they are there, the door opens a bit wider, revealing Ace lying on his bed. That’s when it hits him—Ace is still injured because of the incident.
A pang of jealousy stirs within him as he observes his friend receiving more attention from the prefect. He understands they are simply being kind and that Ace has always been a great friend to them, including him. Yet, he can't shake the feeling of selfishness. Perhaps he should have hurt himself too if it meant earning their undivided attention.
He watches as the prefect rises from their seat, but Ace gently takes their hand to stop them. Deuce unknowingly tightens his grip on the handle of his duffel bag at the sight. A wave of resentment towards Ace begins to bubble up inside him. He grits his teeth, furrowing his brows even more.
Lost in the turmoil of his thoughts, he fails to notice the door swinging wide open from within. As he shakes off his troubling reflections, he finds himself face to face with the prefect, standing right before him, far removed from the flat object he keeps in his locker.
“Prefect...” Caught off guard, a blush crept onto his cheeks from the unexpected encounter. The prefect's eyes widened upon seeing the boy, and a smile graced their face.
“Deuce, you must be back from your club activities.” Spade suddenly felt shy, instinctively running a hand over his head and smiling bashfully as he glanced at the floor. “I didn’t expect to see you here, prefect. Were you taking care of Ace?”
“Yeah, he’s improving now, so I’m heading back,” the prefect replied, waving at Deuce as they walked past him. If Deuce had looked more closely, he might have noticed the weariness in their expression; they seemed eager to return home. He watched their retreating figure, his thoughts racing about what to do next. With Ace still confined to his bed, this was the perfect opportunity to spend some time alone with the prefect.
“W-wait! Let me walk you home!” The sudden volume of his voice startled the prefect, causing them to turn back in surprise. He straightened up, determined to follow through on his intention.
“Let me accompany you... to the Ramshackle dorm.” The whole interaction puzzled them slightly, but they dismissed it as just Deuce being his usual sweet self. “I must admit, that startled me, but sure,” the prefect responded, offering him their signature warm smile, which made his heart flutter. He quickly closed his room door and walked alongside them.
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Deuce's heart raced as he walked beside the prefect, each step feeling like a countdown to a moment he’d been longing for. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one circling back to the prefect. How they smiled, how they laughed—everything about them was perfect, and he couldn't stand the idea of anyone else getting as close as he was now.
Starry eyes
How can I get to you, my true little
As they continued down the path, Deuce's gaze never wavered from the prefect. He couldn't help but imagine how wonderful it would be if this walk never ended. If only it could be just the two of them, forever.
“You know, I’ve always admired your dedication,” he said, his voice a mix of sincerity and something deeper, something more possessive. “You’re always so kind and... selfless. It’s inspiring.”
Starry eyes?
What can I say or do for you, my little
The prefect chuckled softly, turning to meet his gaze with eyes that seemed to peer right into their soul. If they were to be honest, while the boy had always been more pleasant than his usual companions, there were moments that made them question his true motives. They believed that Spade had always possessed this kindness and was genuinely striving to leave his past behind.
However, his sweetness could sometimes be a bit overwhelming. Yet, the prefect kept these thoughts to themselves, not minding too much, as it was refreshing to find at least one sane person in the unconventional environment of Night Raven College. “Thanks, Deuce, but what's with this sudden flattery?”
Starry eyes
What can I say to make you listen?
Deuce's smile widened, but there was an intensity in his eyes that made the prefect raise an eyebrow. "Oh, it’s not flattery," he whispered, stepping closer, his presence almost suffocating in its fervor. "I just can't help but notice how... perfect you are.”
Starry eyes
What can I do for your attention?
It’s a remarkable coincidence that they are already positioned by the gate of Ramshackle as he finishes speaking. The prefect was even more taken aback by Deuce's actions earlier that afternoon. However, before they could bid farewell, Spade had made up his mind not to waste this moment and realized he needed to seize the day to its fullest. It starts off with a bashful act,
“Umm, is it okay if I join you for dinner… along with Grim?” The prefect’s mind was far from dinner; all they could think about was sinking into the comfort of the sofa as soon as they got back to the dorm. Dinner could wait a bit longer. However, with Deuce now involved, they felt uncertain about what to do. They considered various excuses, but as the evening grew late, they realized it would require a lengthy walk for him to get back to his dorm for dinner. Plus, they were unsure if there was anything left in the fridge.
“It’s fine. I’ll handle the cooking.”
“…what?”
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The shower had been invigorating for the prefect, finally alleviating the headache caused by greasy hair after a long day. As they changed into their comfortable clothes, they let out a sigh while gazing into the mirror. Meanwhile, Grim stirred awake from his brief nap on the bed.
“Myah, you let the dum-dum cook?” The prefect could only respond with a resigned sigh.
“I couldn't help it. Let’s just hope whatever he prepares is passable for dinner.” At first, the prefect had reservations about the boy's culinary skills, but Spade's determined attitude left them with little choice. It appeared that Spade was also mindful of their fatigue, urging the prefect to freshen up and change into their comfy clothes while he took on the cooking duties. He mentioned that he had already showered after returning from his club activities and just needed a piece of clothing he had left in the Ramshackle dorm. Grim props a hand on his chin,
"If I remember correctly, we still have a canned tuna and an instant noodle cup left on the far right shelf," the prefect smiles at the direbeast.
"Yeah, or we can have those too when he leaves."
As the prefect descends, they are greeted by the delightful aroma wafting from the kitchen. Deuce steps out, balancing a large bowl in his arms, fully adorned in an apron and mittens. Upon spotting the prefect, he eagerly gestures for them to take a seat at the table.
“Prefect! Just in time! Come sit down!” As Grim joins them, he too is captivated by the delicious scent, immediately following Deuce's invitation to sit. Deuce returns to the kitchen to serve more of the dishes he has prepared. On the table, the prefect notices a generous bowl of chicken soup, roasted vegetables, and garlic bread, all arranged neatly.
With a puzzled expression, they raise an eyebrow and ask, “Deuce? I don't recall having any bread. And where did you get all these vegetables?” Deuce sets aside his apron and mittens to join the prefect and Grim at the table. With everyone gathered and ready to eat, Spade finally speaks up.
“I dashed to Sam's to grab some extra ingredients. But it’s okay! You can keep them.” The prefect feels a pang of dismay upon realizing that Spade spent his own money for their dinner. They can't help but feel guilty.
“Deuce?! Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve lent you money! Let me repay you.” However, Spade gently takes one of their hands, trying to reassure them with a warm smile. His eyes shine with admiration; he is eager to do anything for them.
“There's no need. Please, I did this because I wanted to. I should have mentioned it, but I assure you there’s no need for repayment. I’m just thrilled to share this moment together.”
Once again, they simply sighed at his actions and left, settling at the table.
"Well, I didn't know you could cook this well."
"I've been practicing."
Deuce’s gaze remained fixed on them, a gentle intensity hidden beneath his warm facade. It was as though he wanted to imprint this moment in his memory. While the prefect and Grim began to savor their meal, Deuce watched them with satisfaction.
Two alone in the dark may it be
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Grim quickly drifts off to sleep on the nearby sofa after indulging in a hearty meal that evening. The prefect carefully places their spoon down on the plate after finishing the last bite and glances sideways, catching Deuce's admiring gaze; his plate is empty as well. With all the plates cleared, the prefect suddenly realizes that neither they nor Grim need to touch the remaining canned tuna and instant noodles after all. Outside, the sky has darkened, and the distant hooting of owls can be heard. They begin to worry that it might be getting too late for the boy to return to his dorm.
“Um, Deuce? It’s quite late already. You should head back to your dorm before it gets too late. We still have class tomorrow.” Spade gently holds the prefect's hand as they rise from their seat, looking at them earnestly. “It’s absolutely fine, prefect. I’ll take care of everything. You can just relax for now.”
“What? No! You’ve done so much for us tonight; I can handle everything from here. Please don’t overexert yourself.”
“No, no! I told you! You don’t understand how happy I am to have done this with you, prefect.” There is a short pause in the air. Still holding their hand, he rose from his seat wordlessly and gently guided the prefect from the table to the sofa in the living room. There are so many emotions and questions swirling in their mind about Spade’s behavior today. They never expected him to go to such lengths, and the fact that he wants to clean up is already more than they could have imagined.
He leads them to the same sofa where Grim is already fast asleep. Sitting on the sofa as he pretty much forces them to, they look up at him, worry etched on their face, their hands still intertwined. What is he truly thinking?
“Deuce, is everything okay?” Before they fully comprehend the moment, Deuce kneels, maintaining his adoring gaze on the prefect. He nuzzles his face against their thighs, softly moving the hand he has been holding to his cheek.
Starry eyes
The sparks will fall on me
“Of course, everything is okay, prefect,” Deuce murmurs, his voice sweet and almost unsettlingly gentle. “I just can’t bear the thought of you being tired or stressed. You mean so much to me. I want to be the one to make everything perfect for you.” His eyes, usually so bright and earnest, now hold an intensity that sends a shiver down the prefect’s spine.
Starry eyes
Won't you listen that I'm here being
“I just want you to be happy and safe,” he continues, his grip on their hand tightening slightly, as if afraid to let go. “I’d do anything to make sure of that, you know. Anything at all.” His face remains close, and there’s a fervor in his words that’s hard to ignore. for you, starry eyes
For you, starry eyes?
The prefect feels a mix of gratitude and unease. “Deuce, you really don’t have to—”
“But I want to!” he interrupts, a fervent insistence in his voice. “You deserve everything and more. I’d never forgive myself if I let anything happen to you. Please, let me take care of you. It’s all I ever want.”
Starry eyes forever
His devotion is so deep, so consuming, that it’s almost overwhelming. With each word, the prefect realizes just how seriously Deuce takes his role in their life. His eyes bore into theirs with a fervent intensity, capturing them in a gaze that feels inescapable. It’s as if every word he speaks is a vow, an unbreakable promise etched into the very air around them.
HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! I was able to draw something very quick before 2018 hit my timezone. It’s the Year of the Dog!!!
Thank you for sticking around for another year! This makes 6 years of this art blog, I hope 2018 brings around more fun and characters I get to draw (I foresee One Piece in the future)
Risotto doodle because I’m on VACATION I’m totally in ITALY jojos reference alert🚨 saw some Risotto on the menu and it was genuinely inspiring. Do you think if I ordered it he would’ve been served naked on a silver platter? No? What do you mean I would’ve gotten rice? Don’t be dense with me now😒
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