Platonic Yandere!Fanboy & Singer!User
TWS: Kidnapping, obsessive tendencies, infantilization, he’s sweet guys okay but delulu, obsession, drugging, gore
(A/N: It was said that user was an idol at a young age)
WC: 624
Platonic Yandere!Fanboy who hears your music for the first time in a convenience store, your voice blasting through the speakers. He pauses in his tracks, turning his head to the speaker. He moves as close as he can, tilting his head. Your voice is… angelic, beautiful in a way the words dance around him. He shakes his head when a worker touches his shoulder, his dark eyes going to her.
“Sir, are you alright?” She asks, concern swimming in her voice.
His eyes flick up to notice everyone staring, and he smiles, forced. He nods. “Fine, miss.”
“Are you sure? You’ve been standing there a while.” “Of course, just enjoying music.” She nods and turns away, allowing him to continue his shopping. He listens to your song and frowns when it goes to a new one, making him look it up. He searches, then he finds you, quickly hitting a playlist. In one day, he’s listened to almost all of your songs. When he gets home, he puts down his things and goes to look you up.
Platonic Yandere!Fanboy who spends half of his night learning about you, everything about you. Where you were born, how you rose to fame, your family life. Everything. He leans back, staring at a picture of you. You’re relatively young, probably in your early twenties. He keeps staring, then he stands, shaking his head.
Platonic Yandere!Fanboy who finds out you have a meet-and-greet at his town, his body practically humming. He’s not nervous, no; he’s ecstatic. He stands in line, glaring at the back of someone in front of you. He accidentally slept in, and where he should be mad at himself, he’s not. He’s mad at everyone else for being there before him. He scowls and glowers, annoyed already, and it’s only eight in the morning.
However, he finally gets to see you. You’re smiling at him, all sweet and loving, greeting him. Shaking his head, you reach for the album in his hands, making him jerk. He looks at it, then at you, laughing sheepishly. He lets you sign, and unable to not hear your voice, he starts a conversation.
“So, when did you become a singer?” He asks, fidgeting with his shirt. He smiles.
“Oh!” You blink, finally glancing at him. “When I was a kid, if I remember. I did it with my siblings.”
“That’s cute.” Platonic Yandere!Fanboy who manages to do a meetup with you, bonding with you on Instagram. He’s beaming when he sees you come in, in a poor disguise but still. He shakes his head and happily waves you over, stirring a latte for you. You don’t know what he put in there. He doesn’t mind much. He smiles at you.
Platonic Yandere!Fanboy who acts confused when you start to get dizzy, standing up to help you. People stare and offer help, but he kindly rejects them, shaking his head. You’re just… sleepy. He puts you in, buckles you, then drives as one of your songs plays, humming to you. He ties you up and carefully puts you in a room, furnished and freshly clean.
He ignores your screaming, your shouting to let you go. Simply kneeling down before you, he reaches out and grabs you by the chin, making you flinch. He looks at you, his eyes crinkled, then he stands. He reaches for the crowbar and swings, smiling at your cries as he slams it into yours knee.
“There,” he whispers, dropping the crowbar. You cry around your gag, your legs bent at an odd angle. He’ll make sure they won’t heal properly. “Isn’t that better? Right?” He grabs you by the hair, and you slowly nod, tears streaming down your face.
“Good.”
(Author’s Note: He’s probably one of the worst ones i’ve made, but i’m happy how this turned out!! I’ll probably try to get another one soon, hopefully by sunday! Thank you for everyone who’s liked and enjoyed my stories!! This is also one of the few times i'll write gore.)
