chlo.

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gundam tanaka x ultimate ballerina reader

a/n: nothing really i just love this big guy and his four dark devas of destruction !! also im so sorry if his dialogue is cringe i was trying to write it character accurate lmao and i SWEAR he better survive sdr2x2

summary: gundam's precious hamsters are missing, and who would end up with them but the ultimate ballerina?

gundam's pride rested solely in his four dark devas of destruction. as the ultimate pet breeder, there was nothing more rewarding than the way his hamsters practically refused to go to anyone else. i mean, all of his animals were trained well, but they just couldn't resist a pat on the head and a treat no matter who it came from. but his four devas, they never faltered from his side.

until today. gundam's room had been torn to shreds, every piece upheaved and out of place, yet he still couldn't find jum-p or sun-d. his other two hamsters sat on his bed, watching him.

"how...how can this be?" he exclaimed. "i mean, someone must have pilfered them! yes, while i had my guard down last night some mortal decided to try their hand with my devas! i have no doubt the culprit has been pulverized by now. but alas, we must go find them."

with his hamsters hanging down in his scarf, gundam set off, interrogating every person he came across.

"what the hell, man? i don't have your stupid hamsters." fuyuhiko snapped at him, turning to walk away. "but if i were you id go find that ballerina chick. i haven't seen her today, and she didn't come to breakfast."

gundam's fists clenched slightly. "i see."

he knocked rapidly on your door, but to no answer. he placed his face up to the window, and saw that all lights were off. "i will not chase some foolish mortal down for my own belongings! y/n, where must you be residing?"

gundam finally crossed the bridge leading to the second island, scanning the scenery for you. mikan was timidly following behind chiaki and hajime, and mahiru was snapping photos of hiyoko. something about the music venue right in front of him was standing out, so he headed in.

before even letting the door shut fully behind him, gundam was frozen in his tracks. there you were, stage lights illuminating your elegant form as you moved gracefully to no music. your turns were effortless, your balance never faltering no matter how you moved. and there were his hamsters, running around in between your non-stop feet. it was like they could predict your moves before you did them, never once coming even close to getting stepped on.

your body landed facing forward to what you had assumed was an empty room that you were taking advantage of to continue working on your ultimate. but instead, back by the doors was a tall, dark figure slowly clapping.

"i must say, quite impressive." his voice boomed through the echoey venue. "but what part of that little performance required two of my dark devas?" he was climbing the steps to the stage now, a look of fake agitation in his face, like a parent that is supposed to be upset but just can't find it in them.

"i didn't take them, if that's what you're accusing me of." you said. the two hamsters ran towards gundam, who scooped them up. "i couldn't sleep last night so i left my room, and your hamsters were doing a little escape act through your open window. i figured i could let them roam around and someone else will take them, or they could hang out with me until you came." you smiled at him. "and here you are."

suddenly gundam's tough exterior was cracking. he could feel it. your all pink dance attire and that stupid little bow in your hair, why was it making him falter? him, the dark lord weilding his devas of destruction, tripped up by some dancer. it made him feel absolutely pathetic. "i-i see..."

"i enjoyed the company, they're so cute!" you continued, stepping up to pet the hamsters on gundam's shoulders. he felt his face get even hotter - if it was possible - at you closing the distance between the two of you.

"cute?! why, these are my vessels to the underworld! my dark devas are not cute."

"oh, for sure." you said, taking a step back with jum-p in your hands. he nuzzled into your palm immediately, making gundam's heart ping with both jealousy and maybe just a little attraction. "well, i enjoyed their hellish company. and i would enjoy yours too, if you wanted to." your confidence from performing was fading, and you started playing with your hands. "you don't have to. and i'm sorry about your devas."

"no need, for they ended up in the safest hands they could've." gundam said. "and you, you foolish mortal. this is a killing game. if you're to leave your room at night, your safest option is with my four dark devas." you swore you saw his face go pink under the scarf. "or, of course, you may ask me."

"why thank you, gundam." you said, trying to hide your obvious giddiness. "i'll bear that in mind."

the squeaking from his hamsters broke the silence that followed. "what is it, my devas?" gundam lifted his palms to his ear. "why, you'd like her to join us for dinner?"

you laughed at that. "do they want me to come, or do you?"

"i'll have you know my devas must grant approval to any mortal who deems themselves worthy of my time. and this time, it appears they'll be making an exception for you."

"oh, my." you giggled, petting the hamsters. "well, who am i to deny these cuties a dinner date?"

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i know my 2hollis fics do better but i'm literally dying to write more danganronpa 💔

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kazuichi soda x ultimate housewife reader (oneshot)

summary: of course the ultimate mechanic who can't help himself around a pretty lady loses all confidence when he meets the ultimate housewife.

a/n: i don't mean "housewife" as some maga patriarchy bs i just mean someone who's good at house chores and genuinely enjoys it! like idk i live w my bf and i always do the cleaning and cooking like i don't rlly have to focus too hard it can be enjoying lol. and i know this is basically the ultimate maid from the third game but i don't CARE anyways hope my danganronpa fans enjoy

- kazuichi soda who's eyes are glued to sonia until he hears the sweetest "hello, have we met yet?" from behind him. he turns around and there you are, smiling brightly with hands clasped in front of you. your hair in a tossled bun and a stained apron over your dress, slightly less put-together than sonia but catching his eye nonetheless.

- kazuichi soda who is completely mesmerized and barely hears your introduction as y/n l/n, the ultimate housewife. "housewife?!" he exclaims. at this point he's practically drooling. "yes! i love to make myself useful, you let me know anytime you need me!" with the tiniest bow, you scurried off to god knows where.

- kazuichi soda who can't stop thinking about you. the second he hears that you and the girls have planned a "beach day", he's running to hajime with desperate pleas to come with him.

- kazuichi soda who literally goes bright red and speechless when you walk into the diner in your bikini. "kazuichi!" you exclaim, rushing over. hajime is biting back a laugh at soda's scramble to contain himself. "it's so nice seeing you here! are you hungry? i can make you guys something."

- kazuichi soda who makes hajime answer for him. "we're okay y/n, thank you so much. soda just needs a minute." you frown and put a hand to his forehead. "you could be sick." mikan jumps up at that statement "sick?! oh, hajime, you should take him back to his room to lay down."

- kazuichi soda who keeps replaying the feeling of your hand on his forehead while he's laying in bed. a knock at the door makes him sit up quickly. "soda! i hope im not interrupting, i wanted to check on you." your warm voice makes him sit up even further. his room was not fit for you to come in at all, he thinks, and he quickly starts shoving things under the bed.

- kazuichi soda who is frozen on the edge of his bed, watching you breeze around his room and clean every nook and cranny. his eyes locked on your face, watching how your tongue slightly poked out of your lips and your eyebrows furrowed in focus. "y-you know, you really don't have to do this." his voice comes out shaky. "don't be silly! i love to do this stuff." you say cheerfully.

- kazuichi soda who hasn't seen his room this clean since the first time he walked into it, and who has definitely never seen it with a girl standing perfectly in the center, hands held together as if afraid to touch anything. his bed is perfectly made, clothes folded and peaced neatly in drawers, windows sparkling. "well, all done!" you exclaimed. "are you hungry? are you feeling better from earlier? is there anything else-" "no, no" soda cuts you off. "you've done more than enough. thank you, so much."

- kazuichi soda who swears he can see your face fall just a little. "oh, okay." your smile immediately snapped back into place. "i guess i can leave now..." you slipped past him and toward the door.

- kazuichi soda who realizes he can't let this opportunity slip away. "wait!" you stop short, hand already on the doorknob. "you don't have to- you don't have to go. if you don't want. i-i mean, i don't want you around just to do things for me. you could stay, and we could just... hang out?"

- kazuichi soda who spends the rest of the day and a majority of the night talking with you, trying to get you to show an interest in anything other than cleaning, cooking, or taking care of people. he tells you about all his inventions, showing off the ones he can and describing the others, with you listening so intently and nodding along eagerly to every single word.

- kazuichi soda who stands in the open doorway, waving to you until you turn the corner into the dark and enter your own room. even after he watches you go inside and flick the light off, he still stands there.

- kazuichi soda who falls asleep that night only thinking about a reasonable amount of time to let pass before his room becomes a disaster again and you can come back over.

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just left a job interview and lowkey praying i don't get it so i can keep staying up late writing these lmao

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daisy | 2hollis (stalker!hollis x reader) part 3 [smut]

part 1 | part 2

summary: you return home from the concert to find that hollis has broken into your house, ready to take what he longs to be his.

a/n and warnings: this chapter finally has what you've all been waiting for! contains unprotected sex, breeding kink, hollis is pathetic if you squint, handcuffs, possessive talk, dirty talk, basically i'm freaked out okay don't judge. thinking ill do a roman smut next 😙

this vaguely reminded you of a conversation you had with your friend a while back.

"i mean, a guy is like, obsessed with you. he's hot, okay? but are you okay with him being like, a little weird?" she had asked.

you rolled your eyes and sipped your drink. "i don't know. depends how hot, depends how weird."

at the time, you had been mostly joking. but now, you were genuinely using it to gauge this situation.

he was very hot.

this was also very weird.

"i'm not here to hurt you." he spoke before you did. "or at least, i don't want to have to. i would really hate that."

you licked your lips, but it was useless. your whole mouth was dry. "how'd you get in?"

"key under the mat, very easy to spot. and your dog's nice, are you buddy?" he knelt to your dog. you couldn't believe it when he started wagging his tail and licking hollis' hand. "he loves my treats. which just proves my point further." he stood again, and looked at you.

"if i wanted to hurt you, i would've by now."

"so what now? you stalk me, break in, and now you want... what? why are you even here?" your voice was trembling now.

"you." his voice had a slight whine to it that caught you off guard. "i saw you, and i swear, i haven't been able to do anything normally since. it's all you. you're all i think about. every move, every meal, everytime i sleep i dream of you and i wake up thinking of you."

he stepped closer slowly, so slowly you hadn't processed how close he'd gotten. hollis knelt down to your level, mouth to your ear. "i need you. it's been hell, absolute torture."

"i-i don't trust this." you tried to pull back, but a firm hand cupped the back of your neck and brought your face back to his.

"i'll show you that you can trust me. please."

you locked eyes with him, and immediately felt your heart caving. those big, brown eyes of his were so fucking intimidating, but there was something softer behind it. that was enough proof for you.

you mustered enough courage for a small nod.

"atta girl. just needed a little persuading."

hollis turned and shut the front door that you had left open in shock, locking it as he turned to you. it felt like a silent dare of sorts, 'go ahead, try and leave'. he took long, fast strides towards you, lifting you with ease and tossing you over his shoulder before you could ever process what had happened.

you hit the bed with a bounce, and watched as hollis shut that door and locked it too. the moonlight was catching his chains so perfectly, his long blonde hair unruly from performing all night. your stomach was churning, partly with unease and partly with arousal.

he was on top of you quick, kissing up your neck and biting in spots you didn't even know were sensitive. you held back moans, trying to hold onto some part of your dignity. sure, you were letting your stalker fuck you, but you could at least act a little more disinterested.

but it was impossible to lie to yourself in this state. the way hollis was biting and sucking at your neck was enough to let a small gasp out. you felt him smile against your neck. "there it is..." he moved up to your lips, biting down hard enough to make you taste blood. he slipped his tongue in, frantically kissing you as if pulling away meant death by firing squad.

his hands were drifting all over your body, grabbing at every part of you. eventually he leaned back and started stripping you of clothing until you were only left in your skimpy thong. you had felt like a stupid, highschool fangirl when you put on your best panties for the concert, but fate can be weird like that, can't it?

"you're- you're not taking anything off?" you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. hollis immediately grabbed your wrists and pulled you up to the bedframe, straddling your chest.

"you should learn to be patient." he said without even looking at you. he was too busy digging through a black duffle bag he had leaned over and grabbed off the floor. he dug until you heard the sound of metal clinking. shit.

the cool, smooth metal locked around your wrists and the gaps in the bedframe with a sharp click that made your stomach turn just a little. you were completely and totally at his mercy.

his hands and mouth continued their decent down your body, biting and twisting your nipples just to watch you squirm.

"you gonna sit still and be a good girl for me? or are the handcuffs not enough, huh?" his voice was condescending in a way that made your brain melt. "you need me to tie you up? blindfold and all...maybe another time."

that send a chill up your spine: the concept of there being 'another time'. another time where he takes this further. is that even possible?

just as he reached your underwear, hollis all but ripped his shirt off, revealing his toned abdomen and v-line that continued beyond his boxers. he pulled his belt out in one smooth motion, and kicked his pants somewhere into the ever-growing pile of clothing from the two of you.

his hands pushed your legs open to provide him space as he knelt between you. as you looked at him, you noticed despite the aggressiveness his eyes were filled with desperation, and you realized just how badly he must've wanted this.

your train of thought was cut off by a long finger adorned with cold, metallic rings running up and down your slit from outside your underwear. you let out a sharp gasp and tossed your head back. "god, i'm so fucking lucky." hollis breathed out, not stopping his movements. "and you didn't even put up a fight, huh? so eager to let me toss you around." he slipped a finger in and earned a gasp from you.

by the time he had worked you up to three fingers, his tongue lapping tirelessly at your clit, you had abandoned any shred of dignity you had left. broken moans and gasps escaped your lips as you pressed your heels into his back. "oh fuck, holli..."

he pulled away suddenly, and you whined at the loss of contact. with two strong hands clamped down on your sides, flipping you as if you weighed nothing, you were on your stomach, hands cuffed behind your back, ass in the air. hollis crawled to kneel on the bed next to you, palming himself through his boxers. he tugged them down, his cock slapping against his abdomen.

he was huge, definitely not anywhere near other guys you'd been with. maybe you could excuse the stalking.

he slapped the tip against your lips, pulling you out of your daze. "what's wrong baby? i think you can be a good girl and take it." he pushed the tip past your lips. "and don't worry if you can't, love. i'll make you take it."

you moaned around his cock, causing hollis to hiss and buck into your mouth. his hands grabbed onto the back of your head and settled in your hair as he forced you up and down onto him. "god damn, such a perfect mouth on a perfect girl. you were made for me." he could feel his length hitting your gag reflex and going past it, all the way down your throat. but he wasn't planning on pulling off any time soon. "i should've just let myself in your house sooner, huh baby?" no response from you, just gags broken moans.

he let go of your hair, and you pulled back gasping for air. hollis disappeared from your view, and you felt the bed dip behind you as his tip lined up with your entrance.

you were anticipating inch by inch, but hollis had been waiting for this for days, fucking his fist with stifled moans in his hotel room to nothing but the grainy far away photos he snuck of you. he slammed himself into you all at once, making you yelp out in surprise. your face fell forward into the sheets, body going limp as hollis thrust into you with no mercy.

"you're so fucking perfect. my girl, mine. say it, tell me. tell me you're mine." hollis was panting in your ear. after you didn't respond, he stopped, leaned back and slapped your ass. you jumped and lifted your head from the sheets. "i'm yours, please, i'm all yours, don't stop-" you were cut off by him flipping you over, cuffs wrapped around his neck, practically chaining you to him. he sank back into you, placing a hand on your throat.

"fuck, baby, this is so good. you feel so good. just wanna lock you up, keep you all mine. shit-" he was rambling now, but his hand remained locked on your throat as the other one pulled you up onto his cock. at this angle, he was hitting that perfect spot inside you that had you screaming out. "holli, oh my god!"

"you should be more considerate of your neighbors." hollis scolded you jokingly, slapping your cheek firmly but not so hard. just enough to make your pussy squeeze around him, eliciting a groan from him. his hand on your throat released, and was quickly replaced with your wadded-up thong shoved in your mouth. you felt absolutely ashamed at how hard you felt your pussy clench once again at the realization of what he'd put in your mouth.

his thrusts were getting sloppier now, tip buried in your cervix and his fingers leaving tiny finger marks on your skin. "god, baby, fuck- i'm gonna cum in you, yeah? keep you all mine. you'll look so good filled up with my babies, think i'll jus' move you in with me. you don't need anyone else, you just need me. you'll only ever need me, y/n-" his sentence broke off into a strangled moan as he buried himself to the hilt inside of you, his warm cum filling your insides.

"oh, god-" you were clawing at his shoulders, eyes rolling back. "please don't stop, i'm so close oh please-" you screamed as hollis picked up the pace, his fingers reaching down to rub at your clit. you clenched down hard around him as you came, your hips twitching uncontrollably.

after a pause, hollis pulled out and took your handcuffs off. he wiped you up and put a large t-shirt on you before covering you with the blankets on your bed.

"you know," he said, zipping up his bag, "i wasn't joking. you're gonna come live with me."

"but, my job-" hollis cut you off immediately. "fuck that job. you don't need it. i'll take care of you. i'll do everything for you." he sat on the edge of the bed, hand running up and down your side. "just don't worry about anything tonight. goodnight, y/n. i love you, so much."

your eyes were already starting to feel heavy. "goodnight holli, i, um...i love you too..." you mumbled, eyes drifting shut.

this was a lot different, hollis thought. being inside your room, watching your chest heave as you drifted off into a deep sleep, rather than on the other side of a dirty window trying not to get caught. he sat up and watched you sleep for a while, wondering how the hell he would explain this to roman, to anyone, really.

oh well. at least he got what he wanted.

eek i'm so sorry if this is bad guys but i hope you liked it!! @2rommyy especially u queen here's that tag u asked for

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masterlist

boyliife

2hollis

daisy | part 1 part 2 part 3 (smut)

warnings: stalking, breaking and entering, smut. i don't condone stalking, this is purely fiction!!!

summary: hollis flies to your city for a show that you just so happen to be attending. but days before the show, you feel a presence, someone watching you. and hollis? surely he's got nothing to do with this. right?

danganronpa (more on my dangan account: @danganwriting)

gundam tanaka

gundam x ultimate ballerina reader

summary: gundam's precious hamsters are missing, and who would end up with them but the ultimate ballerina?

kazuichi soda

kazuichi x ultimate housewife reader

summary: of course the ultimate mechanic who can't help himself around a pretty lady loses all confidence when he meets the ultimate housewife.

stardew valley

Elliott

legendary fish | part 1

warnings: stalking, creepy behavior, again i don't condone this is fiction!

summary: your grandfather left you a plot of land in stardew valley, a small town with few people. overtime, one townsperson in particular seems to take a great interest in you.

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daisy | 2hollis (stalker! hollis x reader) part 2

part 1 | part 3 (smut)

summary: hollis lands in another city for another show. he's not expecting anything spectacular, until he sees you through a window and realizes he simply can't hold back (basically part 1 from hollis' pov)

a/n: i know i said part 2 would have smut but i promise part 3 will have it! i haven't written a fanfic in about a year, and i've never written smut before, so i'm a little nervous for it to be bad haha. also, thank you guys for all the support on the first part! enjoy!

the moment he saw you, nothing else mattered. not the loud, bustling crowd of the airport, not roman trying to hand him his shitty airport coffee, not the group of girls whispering and pointing at him, debating on whether or not he'd take a picture with them.

maybe the tour would've gone so much differently if he hadn't glanced out that window and seen you. slight slouch in your step, like you'd just been working all day. you probably had been, judging by the business casual outfit and the lanyard hanging out of your purse. your hand flexed tightly around the strap, eyes glued forward yet down slightly as if you were trying your best to be invisible.

but you had managed to become anything but invisible to him.

"hollis..? dude. dude take this, it's burning my fucking hand." roman thrust the coffee against hollis' chest, who fumbled to grab it without dropping it. the whole time, his eyes never left you. but he swore that he saw you turn your head oh so slightly towards him. then you picked up your pace.

"well, hotel is 15 minutes away. do i call the uber?" nate asked, pulling out his phone.

"yeah, you guys go ahead. i think im gonna make a few stops." hollis said, also getting his phone out. he rapidly typed "car rentals near me" into the search bar.

"what could you possibly need?" roman asked, lifting his sunglasses. "we just got here."

"i'm hungry. and i think i left my charger in the hotel like, two stops ago." hollis said. he reached his hand into the pocket of his carry-on and made sure the charging cord was tucked deep inside.

"whatever man. ubers five minutes out." nate said. roman rolled his eyes. but hollis couldn't really find it in himself to care.

an hour and a $600 partial payment later, hollis was driving a black sports car through the streets. he had doubted he'd find you again that day, so imagine his surprise as he pulled past the patio of a restaurant and saw you. sat across from another girl, in a completely different outfit, makeup redone, smiling and chatting.

hollis felt his heart dip just a little. he had thought you were so gorgeous in those work clothes, he hadn't prepared himself for this.

after about five minutes of parking lot camping, he summoned the bravery to head inside and ask for a table for one. not outside, too suspicious. but fate was in his favor, as the waitress sat him on the other side of the giant window outlooking the patio. his eyes were glued to you before he had sat down fully.

and that was his first mistake.

he watched you tense ever so slightly, and your smile went from genuine to completely fake. hollis immediately scooted his chair back from the window. you flagged down the waitress, who left and returned moments later with a to go box and a bill. shit.

he slid out of his seat and out the door quickly. he watched from his car as you pulled out of the parking lot, and part of him wanted to stop, weigh the pros and cons of this, maybe head back to the hotel. but he just couldn't hold himself back.

the next few days were stressful for him, to say the least. up early to rehearse, friend group asking him to get lunch, go out to this club. it was the most stressful to dodge their questions of "you aren't coming? well where are you going, then?"

because he really couldn't let them know he spent at least 6 hours every day watching you. watching you head into work, get groceries, go to the gym, meet up with friends. and if he had a busy day and couldn't make time, he'd slip out of the hotel and park outside at night. you lived on the ground floor, so he would stand outside his car, smoking as a cover as he peeked in your window.

but he could tell you knew something was up, because after about 3 days, you quit going out. no more work, no one came over, curtains were shut tight. groceries got dropped at your doorstep, and part of hollis was pissed when it was a man delivering. he didn't know why, after all, he didn't even know you name.

so after you gave him a little cold shoulder treatment, hollis had to resort to texting. it was tough to get your number, but he got it. it's not like he would've just stopped if he couldn't. he also came to the conclusion that the bouquet of daisies on the porch had been too far. it was physical, real proof that you could hold in your hands and use to say 'someone is watching me'.

but you didn't.

you also never responded, and that was when he realized this might not work. after all, the show was tomorrow. he'd be leaving the next day.

but then, a sign.

notifications

instagram

people you may like in your area - y/n, 2hollifanpage, and 4 more. just now

something about that first username was practically glowing to him. he clicked it and almost passed out when it brought up your face. underneath it, full highlights and pages of nothing but you, the things you do, the things you're interested. concert clips, vacations, dinners. jackpot.

hollis sat up quickly in bed. it was nearly midnight, and he was about to go to sleep. but now that was the last thing on his mind. he quickly copied your username and switched to his fake account. no profile picture, a handful of random bot followers. enough to look not suspicious.

now that he he was hidden, he clicked your story. the phone genuinely slipped from his grip slightly.

his own post, showing all of his tour dates. tomorrows date was circled. 'can't wait! @y/n thank u for the 🎫!' the texts above it said. it was a friends story post that you had reposted. you wrote your own text 'me either! anything for you bby' above hers.

his head was reeling so quickly he could hear ringing in his ears. he had almost accepted that you were out of reach. but in less than 24 hours, you'd be in the same room as him, watching him perform.

he tightened the grip on his phone and pressed a hand to his hot face. time to focus.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

subject: setlist change

please add this backtrack to the very end of the setlist. also, move jeans to the end as well. no encore.

thanks

hollis

sent from my iPhone

the sound of the cheering fans and roman's booming bass was giving hollis a headache. he hadn't slept, he had been too busy deconstructing every single instagram post of yours. you loved horror movies but hated to see animals die, your hobbies were maybe basic, but to him it was the most niche and extraordinary thing he'd ever seen.

he also saw that you had a rather large dog, which he kept note of for later.

"hey man, roman's done. you're gonna be up soon." his manager said. "hollis? hey. hey man, are you okay?" he snapped his fingers in front of hollis' face.

"i'm fine, sorry dude." hollis said, forcing a slight smile. "i'm ready."

the second he burst onto the stage, he blocked everything out best he could. the cheers, the speakers, the flashing lights. he scanned the crowd for your face, but couldn't find you. oh well. he had 2 hours to look out into the crowd for you.

and by the one hour mark, he had spotted you. drink in hand, shouting over the noise to your friend. you just keep getting more stunning, hollis thought, eyes still on lock. he tried to keep it subtle, but as he queued up for the last song, he just couldn't. by now, your hair was slightly messy, and the thin layer of sweat on your face was illuminated by the stage lights, like you were an angel.

your friend leaned over to you, and you looked all around before stopping on him. he felt like he was going to die right then and there. he silently prayed that this last decision wouldn't fuck things up too bad.

"this one's unreleased"

you make me so nauseous

i can't eat or sleep at all

can we please just stop this?

before i go crazy, crazy

i can't think about her

my one and only daisy

he didn't care that some fans were starting to filter out. he didn't care that people quit singing along and recording. the only thing he was focused on was your reaction, which he couldn't really read from here. you looked like you wanted to smile, but something was holding you back. almost like you were sizing him up, trying to decide if he was who you thought he was. if he was dangerous.

the second the lights went down, hollis bolted off the stage, he didn't even bother to tell anyone he was going, or where. he was pushing 80, trying to get to your apartment before you did.

he parked in the same spot he always did, the one you couldn't see from your tiny apartment window. he walked up to your front door, thinking he'd just set up camp somewhere outside and wait for you to come home. as he went to back off of your welcome mat, he felt a small lump under his boot.

a spare key. good lord. it's like you were begging him to come inside, or any other person who just so happened to look in the right spot.

he held it in his palm, and for the first time since the airport, he actually thought about his decision. watching you from afar, that's one thing. but walking into your private space, where you are supposed to be safe, at peace, that's definitely a leap.

he pulled his phone out. 11:46. you'd be stuck in the traffic leaving the venue for a while, and then you had to take your friend home to a town in the opposite direction. he had time.

hollis slipped the key in the door.

the first thing he heard was a bark! from the dark hallway. flicking the light on, he quietly approached your dog. as big as he might be, hollis had been watching him. he was a softie. he reached into his pocket to grab one of the dog treats he had purchased.

your dog gobbled it up, and hollis gave him one last pat on the head before moving over to sit in your favorite armchair. it was also his favorite because he could see you perfectly from the window when you sat there. sometimes watching tv, sometimes reading or playing a game, face crinkled in focus.

he shut the light off and got comfy, but not before taking a peek around. he examined every picture frame, took note of the drinks in your fridge, and looked in the medicine cabinet. what else was he supposed to do?

he checked his phone one last time as he sat in the dark.

notifications

missed call

roman (6). 3 min ago

messages: nate (2)

aye wya 11:48 pm

we at the hotel waiting on u see you later ig 10 min ago

messages: roman (3)

dude where are you?? 11:08 pm

where tf have u been going 11:34 pm

bruh we're all gonna wait up for u 11:57 pm

he shut his phone off without opening a single notification. he didn't care what they thought he was doing or how they felt. he cared about meeting you, hearing your voice, hearing how you sounded when you were face first into a mattress as he-

your dog perked up from his sleeping position on the couch across from hollis at the same time he heard gravel crunching. your headlights beamed in through the window and he quickly sank down in the seat to dodge them. the second the lights and engine cut off, he stood up. his eye caught the spare key he'd left on the counter. hopefully you didn't mind.

as your keys jingled lightly on the other side of the door, hollis had to bite back a smirk. any uncertainty for this plan had vanished. tonight, he was going to walk away from this as something other than "2hollis" or "that stalker" to you.

but you? you don't exactly have the option to walk away.

part 3 soon 😚

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Daisy | 2hollis (stalker!hollis x reader)

part 2

summary: your friend brought you along to the 2hollis concert, despite the fact that you've been feeling someone watching you lately. surely the two things won't overlap.

a/n: i just love to write a good stalking fanfic im so sorry guys but hope you like it! i'll write a part two with smut if that's what the people want...

"oh my god, look!" your friend shouted, grabbing your arm. the same photo of 2hollis that had been flashing on the screen for the past 45 minutes was back. Live tonight, 9 pm, it said underneath.

"yes, i realize where we are. it's not like i bought the tickets with my eyes closed." you replied, inching forward in the line. the closer you got to the metal detectors, the more your heart felt like it would jump out of your throat.

"i don't know why you're so upset. i thought you wanted to come with me?" it was obvious she was upset. after all, you had bought the tickets as a birthday gift for her, and promised you'd come despite not really knowing much of his music.

there was just something else on your mind. you looked down at your phone.

notifications

no caller id

missed call (3) 6:15 pm

unknown number (6)

you up? 2:17 am

ik you are. i can see you 2:21 am

good morning <3 7:58 am

you looked good yesterday 8:30 am

oh well. it's not like u ever text back. can't wait to see you tn 9:17 am

<3 <3 9:32 am

it had only been happening for a few days, maybe 5? but even without the texts, you knew there was someone watching you. you could feel it. you'd stopped going out to do things, quit going to friends houses, dropped social media presence. at lunch a few days ago, you swore you felt someone looking at you, and promptly ordered a to-go box, telling your friend you were just feeling sick.

and it really did suck. the second your best friends favorite singer comes to town, some perv throws you off. of course, you didn't tell anyone. what could you friends do? it's not like they would know.

turning back to your friend, you forced a smile. "i'm fine. i guess ive just been a little preoccupied. this will be fun!"

it was significantly warmer inside. the merch booth line was a mile long, but of course your friend insisted on waiting. "this will take hours!"

"well he has openers! why don't you go get drinks and find a spot? i'll be there soon!" without waiting for a response, she took off towards the line.

standing there, alone, you started to panic a little. clearly whoever was stalking you knew you were gonna be here tonight. walking around alone wasn't exactly optimal. but standing like a deer in the headlights wasn't either.

after a careful maneuver of the crowd, you ended up not far from the stage, two drinks in hand. the openers went by in a blur. all you could do was swivel your head among the sea of heads in the crowd looking for someone looking for you. but you never saw anyone who looked particularly suspicious.

the stage was fully set for 2hollis, yet your friend hadn't come back yet. the crowd was so full that there was no point in going to look for her, so you pulled out your phone to let her know she was gonna miss it.

notifications

unknown number

wish me luck, see u soon just now

...what the fuck?

the lights dimmed. you fumbled to put your phone back in your pocket, and a hand grabbed your arm.

you yelped in shock, almost spilling the drinks. "oh my god, it's just me!" your friend yelled over the noise. "good job finding a spot, this is great!"

the concert was overwhelming, to say the least. it took you a few minutes to adjust to the screaming, the booming bass, and the flashing lights. and then 2hollis was practically right in front of you. he looked even better in person.

you were having a good time for the most part, up until your friend pulled you in and yelled, "i think he's looking at you."

you snapped your head around and began scanning the crowd. "no, dumbass!" she grabbed your chin and pulled your head back to the stage. "him!"

he was. you were completely locked in eye contact. hollis was standing as close to the edge of the stage as he could get, and fans were practically lunging at him.

"he- he could be looking at anyone." you shouted back, not taking your eyes off him. as if you dared him to look away first, prove you wrong. just then, he raised his mic.

"this one's unreleased." eyes still on yours.

you definitely hadn't heard this one before, and by a quick scan of the crowd, only a handful of fans actually did.

you make me so nauseous

i can't eat or sleep at all

can we please just stop this?

before i go crazy, crazy

i can't think about her

my one and only daisy

you could puke. coming home from work yesterday, the first thing you noticed was the bouquet of flowers on your porch. daisies, of course. and the timeline. he posted on his story that he landed in your city the same day you got the first text. the same day you suddenly got a chill through your spine walking home and quickly picked up the pace, not knowing why.

but it had to be a coincidence, right? after all, what would a guy as famous as hollis want to do with you?

you had been lost in your own thoughts for so long that you hadn't processed the rest of the song.

"thank you so much! the best crowd in the best city. goodnight!"

and he was gone. the crowd began to thin, and you wanted nothing more than to run past all of them to your car. but instead, you slowly walked out, listening to your friend ramble about how great it was, how great you are for the tickets. at least she enjoyed herself.

the drive back to her place felt excruciatingly long. you said your goodbyes and sped home, eager to be safe in your own apartment. as you locked your car, you noticed a shiny black sports car parked in the far corner of the lot, empty and shut off. you hadn't noticed it before, but that part of the parking lot was in your blind space as you can't see it out of your window.

you rushed to the door, keys in hand, and fumbled with the lock. as you finally twisted the handle open, you heard footsteps.

part 2 will come soon and maybe have smut idk what do you guys think??

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Legendary Fish pt. 1 (Yandere!Elliot x Farmer) (Stardew Valley)

Summary: Your grandfather left you a plot of land in Stardew Valley, a small town with few people. Overtime, one townsperson in particular seems to take a great interest in you.

Part 1

A/N: Hey guys! This account was formerly Yellowjackets, but I've shifted over to obsessing over 2hollis, so that's why the account looks like this now! Also, I downloaded the Yandere Elliott Stardew mod and I loved it so much it made me want to write again! This is based off the mod but I take no credits, and the events I write are loosely based off of what happens in the mod. I also chose to use "love" in place of y/n because I think it flows the best. That's all, enjoy!

This certainly wasn't what you were expecting when you moved to Stardew Valley.

You were looking to escape from the city life, and at first, it had looked promising. A small farm with just enough land for a handful of crops. A few days in, Marnie had been kind enough to drop a puppy at your doorstep, something to keep you company. Eventually you expanded to a few cows and chickens, and it finally started to feel like home.

All of the townspeople were kind too. Clint broke open your endless geodes, you stopped by to see Linus at his tent, and showered everyone with presents from your farm. For the most part, you could see why your grandfather had left this for you.

But something felt... off. It started the day Willy asked you to stop by. He was pleasant, and gave you a nice fishing rod. You set up a spot on the dock to fish for a little bit, but eventually you felt a presence.

You slowly turned your head back, but there was no one on the beach. But then you turned to the small shack sitting far back on the sand. You almost swore, if you squinted, you could see long, strawberry blonde hair sitting on the other side of the window pane.

And then the letters started.

"Love,

I've been watching you. Have you noticed?

- Your admirer"

You snapped your head up from your mailbox, scanning the farmland. Who did this? You looked down at your dog. He was sleeping silently next to his water bowl. Your chickens were pecking at the grass, and the cows staring absentmindedly into the water. Surely if someone had came onto your farm at any time to put this in your mailbox, one of your animals would've made a noise. Right?

You couldn't shake that odd feeling as you moved around your farm that day. The thought that there was someone, somewhere, watching you on your own property kept you from walking even close to the darkest corners of your farm.

You didn't receive another letter for a few days, so you felt it would be okay to head into town and buy some seeds. After all, the farm won't run itself. On your walk there, you couldn't help but look at everyone in town as a potential suspect. Sebastian maybe? He was always lurking the mountains at night. Or Sam? He stopped every time you crossed paths to say hi.

Leaving Pierre's, you bumped into Leah. Before you could say a word about your strange letters, Leah jumped into conversation.

"I think Elliott has a crush on someone."

Your breath hitched. Of course. You'd only met him in passing, but he seemed nice enough. But you couldn't help but piece it together: of course a writer would be the one sending love letters to you. And he's on the beach, far enough away from you that you'd never suspect it. It's him.

"I mean, he's always whispering to himself. And he's out of his cabin more than usual. I wonder who it is?" You snapped out of it and forced a smile.

"Yeah, haha. I wonder."

You couldn't sleep that night. Elliott's face just kept flashing in your head.

"Ah, so you're the new farmer?" He had said. You had managed to intercept the hermit of a man in Pierre's with Leah one day, who insisted you should meet every town member. "Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm sure maintaining a farm is hard work. Make sure you get plenty of rest, okay? See you around."

At first that had felt like just some kind, friendly advice. But now that "see you around" held a much different meaning.

Throwing your covers off, you grabbed your pickaxe. If you can't sleep, might as well mine. As you took the path up to the mountains, you finally felt at peace for the first time in weeks.

As you moved closer to the mine entrance, you slowed to a stop. From behind the bushes, you swore you saw that same hair from the window.

As if he knew he'd been caught, he smoothly turned the corner and smiled at you.

"Oh, hello love. So you do like to sneak off to the mines at night." He said, moving closer. You were frozen in fear.. and you also felt something you couldn't really name yet.

"You know, you really shouldn't be coming alone. It's dangerous up here even during the day, and here you are past midnight! At least bring little Milo to keep you company."

"How.. how do you know my dog's name?" You asked, practically trembling.

Elliott's eyes widened. "Well, Leah loves to talk about you, and.. and-"

"Right..." You started to step back.

"Oh, love! You don't think... you don't think I'm stalking you, do you?! I would never!" Elliott threw his hands up in defense. "You know, I'm only up here right now because Willy told me about this so-called "legendary fish", so I figured I'd try my hand."

He looked right into your eyes.

"It's just that, some fish are trickier to catch than others."

Your heart leapt to your throat. Just then, as you opened your mouth to speak, a door opened and shut in the distance. Sebastian had slipped out into the night and was headed your way, presumably to do the same thing you were up here to do: cool off, before you had been interrupted.

"Well then," Elliott said, brushing off his pant legs, "It's very late. I wouldn't mind walking you back, making sure you get in safe."

Part of you was ready to say 'no, thank you' and run like hell. But the other part of you was willing to bite.

"Sure."

Elliott smiled softly and gently brushed past you to lead the way to your own farm. You followed, not once questioning how he knew the exact path back to your home from here.

Maybe some fish aren't so tricky to catch, as long as you bait the hook right.

Part 2??..