A Midspring Night’s Dream ft. A Demon Who Regrets Their Life - AKA They Swap Bodies and the MC Wants to Jump Off a Bridge
Yandere!Limbus Company x Reader
Warnings: Obsession and other general yandere behaviors; ts is lowkey unserious as fuck, even the violence is kinda goofy; swearing
Note: Body swap shenanigans. I love this stupid event.
I’ll also try to avoid any massive spoilers in general for the series, and this chapter technically isn’t canon. Some spoilers for events that happen in later Cantos though, but nothing insane. This takes place before Canto 8 but after Canto 7.
Extra Note: mfw I try to fix a grammar mistake and accidentally POST THE THING EARLY. Please pretend that never happened before I crawl into a hole and die of cringe
It was just a normal day. Specifically April first. You didn’t expect much though, considering the holiday didn’t exist in the City. A relief to learn, in all honesty, because of the tension rapidly building between the Sinners.
You’d rather not see whatever violent pranks break out between them.
You idly stared at the fight next to Dante, idly tapping on your Gasharpoon as you watch them fight a Distortion. You haven’t been joining in on fights much recently, not that it seemed to bother anyone. Leaning against one of the sides of Mephistopheles, you can’t help but grimace at the scene.
“Right! I said RIGHT, not left! I'm sorry, is this a hard concept for everyone? Am I the weird one for being able to tell left from right?” Ishmael exasperatedly asks, staring daggers at the others.
“I am… left-handed…” Yi Sang admits in response.
“What…? I mean, what does that have to do with any—?! Aagh!!” The ginger screeches in panic as Gregor, very purposefully, bumps into her.
“Oof… oh man, sorry about that… Looks like I tripped over my own feet. I can tell left from right, by the way.” He says with a shrug.
“Guys~ I thought you meant 'right' from that Distortion's perspective!” Rodya adds with a strained smile.
Dante sighs, frustrated no one seems inclined to listen to their orders. “O-kay. Guys, everyone…? Let's pull back for now, regroup, and-”
“Oi, enough of that nonsense! Charge 'em on three!” Heathcliff barks out, readying his bat.
“…regroup, and…”
“… Three!”
Sinclair blinks. “… I wonder if he forgot the first two. Oh, or maybe he meant to skip them?”
“The satiation of that curiosity may hardly be worth the effort of inquiry…” Yi Sang murmurs.
“Perhaps, in the inevitable event of a second attempt, it would be advisable to place Heathcliff as a backup unit and place a more level-headed individual in his place.” Faust notes.
“This is horrifying.” Franz notes to you, and you nod in acknowledgement. Not the worst Ghost to pop out at a time like this… better than Dongrang or Kromer, at least.
“… Hey, Faust. Can you check if the contract's still linked? I don't think any of them can hear my voice.” Dante calls out to the 2nd Sinner, clearly annoyed.
“Executive Manager! I beg of you to forgive my insolence, for I must make an urgent request!” Outis yells over.
“Ooh…! I knew Outis still had my back…!”
“Your tick-tocking noise is proving to be a rather significant distraction to strategizing! Will you please be quiet for a moment?!”
At Outis’ words, Dante almost visibly deflates. With a sigh, they reach out and take your free hand in theirs.
…after what happened a few days ago, you’re surprised they still cling to you as much as they do. You did kind of blow up at them when the truth came out about the contract…
…why don’t they hate you?
“Outta my way, C.H.” Ryōshū snaps at them, and they shake their head and lean against you.
“Haah… I wonder if they'll finally learn to work with me once I force them to walk in each other's shoes.” They murmur, resting their- oddly warm- clock on your shoulder. “Or if you were the one giving orders. You’re pretty good at strategy, you know. You don’t have to let what happened the other day… ruin… this.”
“...It got ruined the moment you found out I was lying.” You dryly reply, “Any friendship we had is ruined, Dante.”
“...I wish I had a way to prove to you how wrong you are when you say that.” They gently tell you.
You sigh, glancing over to ensure Franz has left so you don’t have to be lectured about your life choices again before flinching as Charon stares into your soul. When did she get off the bus?!
“Eh!? Charon?” Dante yelps out, just as startled as you. They glance at them still holding your hand, and yank their hand away from yours in panic. Probably not wanting any more death glares from Verg…
“When making wishes…” Her gaze narrows slightly, “No take backsies.”
“…?” Dante blinks with their nonexistent eyes, visibly confused.
…oh god. This event.
You nervously look back over at the fight, only for-
“Watch out over there! Aw crap, manager bud!” Gregor calls out, before realizing you are literally directly next to Dante and in the line of fire. “SHIT-! [NAME]!!”
The echoing pain of a chunk of metal bouncing off your skull and the sound of the same piece of metal colliding into Dante’s prosthetic head resonates in you. You let out a vague sound of pain as Dante makes a confused grunting sound, and you think you fall over?
Black swirls your vision as the world around you ebbs and flows. You can’t tell if you’re standing or if you’re laying down.
“[N- …te! A… ou… kay…?” You think you hear Ishmael ask.
“…ou! How dar… … spea… to the Exec…!” You hear Outis start to lecture.
“[Name]...” You hear Dante murmur, the only voice that's clear, “I think I'm fading…”
“...oh…” You wheeze out, feeling pain.
“… oom. First…” You hear Meursault say.
The Sinners start to appear in your vision, frantically checking on Dante and (mostly) you.
“A star, huh…” Dante murmurs as you think you see a small flash of white in your vision.
And then the darkness consumed you.
–★★★–
“Oi, Clockhead. Get up.” You hear Heathcliff say. “Mate, get up.”
Eh..?
“Mate, this ain't the time for a kip, get up…!”
Gah… what the fuck is Heathcliff on about..? But… huh… his voice is higher pitched… at least he still sounds British…
“Oi, Clockhead! Get off your bloody arse!” You hear him order, before being lightly punched.
“GAH?! MY HEAD ISN’T A CLOCK!!” You yelp out, only to hear ticking.
What.
Your eyes- wait you don’t have eyes- open, and you frantically look around, only to see Heathcliff and Sinclair standing over you.
This is… Dante’s room? And you’re…
You’re Dante.
“Eh- EH?! EH?!?!” You panic, frantically feeling around your body. It’s more human, sure, but now you’re Dante. YOU’RE LITERALLY DANTE!?
“Wait a minute…” Sinclair- or more specifically Heathcliff in Sinclair’s body- mutters, “GAH- [NAME]?! BLOODY HELL, YOU TOO??”
You shriek, even if the only sound that comes out is the blaring of a foghorn, and clutch your clock-head.
“Oh no- NO!” Sinclair, in Heathcliff’s body, immediately comes up to you and practically collapses into your arms, “N- not you too…”
Seeing any version of Heathcliff crying is terrifying…
“What’s happening?!” You sputter out, naturally freaking out. “Why- WHY AM I DANTE?!”
“We got the exact same question…” Heathcliff- look even if he’s in Sinclair’s body you’re calling him Heathcliff- mutters, “It’s why we came ‘ere. Shame you’re as fucked over as us.”
“I…” You murmur, “Talking feels… weird. Really weird.”
“I- I get that…” Sinclair murmurs, burying his face into your shoulder. Him doing this in Heathcliff’s body is really fucking weird- “I kind of miss your voice… is- is that weird to say? Oh no- Dante’s g- going to be speaking in your voice.”
“G- GUYS! ANYONE?! HELP!” You hear your voice call out from the hallway. Trippy…
“AH! DANTE!!” You call out, frantically pushing Sinclair off of you and running- so much easier without a giant tail- out into the hallway, only to collide with your body being puppeted by Dante.
They land on top of you, and you let out a grunt of pain that sounds like a tick.
“Huh..? [Name]..? [NAME]!!” Dante grabs you, accidentally scratching you too, with their hands, staring in horror at you in their body. “You- You’re- in-”
“In your body? Yeah, I know…” You tell them, “Please watch the claws.”
They drop you as if you’re on fire when you say that last part, horrified. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry-”
“It’s okay, it’s okay…” You gently tell them.
Dante lets out a noise of pure emotional pain, before grabbing your- their- what words do you even use for this- uh - tail. They grab the tail attached to the body that’s usually yours and shakes it. “How do you walk with this?”
“Practice, mostly.” You admit.
“...you deserve so much better.” They tell you, and you shrug. They manage to stand up, pulling you up with them. Their hands rest on your shoulders, and they just stare at their head with you inside their body. “How- what-?”
“Last I remember… we got concussed, and now this.” You tell them. “It feels weird talking like… this…”
“We can fix this.” They reassure you, “Did-”
“Hm.” The noise of acknowledgement makes you both pause, and you two slowly look over to see Ryōshū staring at you two. But… she isn’t smoking.
Also, she’s smiling.
“Aha, [Name]~ Dante~ Are you alright?” She- as Hong Lu in Ryōshū’s body- asks, “Did you guys get bodyswapped too? I’m still getting used to my new one, so-”
You let out a scream akin to a foghorn as Dante- in your body- starts screaming too. Dante’s hands snag yours and they drag you- both still screaming- away from the horror that is a cheerful Ryōshū.
“Huh? Where are you going?” He- she- what pronouns do you even use for this?!- calls after you, “...don’t just steal [Name]!”
Dante and you burst out into the front of the bus, and your chest heaves as you both stop screaming.
“Oh my god, that was terrifying…” You mutter, still shaking. It’s so much worse in person.
“I am so sorry you had to suffer by seeing that, [Name].” Dante tells you, “You- we need to get out of here- this situation is a-”
“Awwww~ You too, Squishy~?” A smiling Meursault asks in a familiar Russian accent, eyes sparkling in disappointment, “Well, at least you two will believe it when I tell you our bodies were switched all over the place when we woke up! Hehe~”
You start screaming again. THIS IS WORSE THAN THE SMILING RYŌSHŪ!!! THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE!!!
“Woah- woah!!” Rodya in Meursault’s body waves her- his?- hands, reaching out to take the clock-head you now unfortunately have. “Easy there, Squishy~ Haa… usually I don’t see you as spooked as this… it’s kinda cute~”
As she starts lamenting that your nickname isn’t as fitting when you're in Dante’s body, Meursault- now making Rodya’s body look uncharacteristically serious- speaks up. “It can be surmised that the minds of the Sinners have been interchanged with one another due to a cause that is yet to be determined, managers. The suspected time of occurrence: last night-”
“Pfftahahaha! L-look at that! Look at that face! Holy crap, this is the funniest thing ever! Right, Squishy?” Rodya asks, “‘The suspected time of occurrence: last night-’ Pffft, I can't. I just can't! How does he do that with a straight face?!”
You are about to cry.
“...Faust.” Dante suddenly says, “We need to find Faust.”
“Faust is located on the frontmost row of the bus, second seat from the left.” Meursault instructs.
“Th…ank you, but can you point it out for me? I… I can't think straight right now, hearing your voice talking like…” Dante admits, grimacing. That’s what you look like when you grimace..?
“It will be done, manager.”
“Oh boy…” Dante mumbles, before dragging your half-catatonic ass over to ‘Faust’.
“Oh.” She says, looking over with a deceptively passive expression, “Manager…”
“Faust…! Oh, what a relief. S- so you're okay, huh?” Dante asks, relieved.
You shrink back, “...Dante, Faust doesn’t call you ‘Manager’-”
“ESQUIRE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Faust- now with Don puppetting her body- eagerly squeals out, perking up shockingly fast and tightly hugging you.
She knows she’s Sancho now, by the way. And yet she still acts like this…
“Oh.” Dante says, clearly devastated. “Of all people… It had to be Don Quixote. Of all people…”
“‘Of all people’?! 'Tis quite rude of thee to speak thusly!” Don pipes up, pulling away slightly to prod at Dante’s chest in frustration, “Especially when thou is puppeting fair [Name]’s body! Ack, 'tis of no concern! Manager Esquire and fair [Name], forsooth, I have been overcome with quite the odd sensation upon my possession of this body!”
She pulls back from you completely. “I am… awash with a sense of… imbuement by an immense and unparalleled genius! 'Tis as though my eyes have been opened for the first time! Ah, a clear vision of the future lieth before me—the brave white—ahem, golden-haired one, returning from a most splendid adventure, welcomed by the praise and cheer of the citizentry… and granted love from-”
“That is unlikely.” Faust- in Don Quixote’s body- interjects. “Knowledge and certain authorizations beyond thereafter for those in the original body are not transferred to the other merely because their consciousnesses have been switched. In other words, what you have seen is not the vision of the future, but a display of your vivid imagination.”
Don’s smile falters for a moment, and the one she plasters on is a lot more strained. “Ooho! Much have I searched for thee, young Fau—uh, Don Quixote…? Perchance? Ooh, pray tell, what is this voice in mine head? "Access denied"? Prithee, let it not be a sickness of some sort!!!”
“… Please, take a seat. This will not be a brief discussion.” Faust says, visibly tired.
“...Dante, I’m going to stab myself.” You tell them.
“[Name], please no-” Dante feebly asks you.
“Dante, this shit is so bad even the Blades are hiding from this.” You tell them, “Do you see them? No? That’s because- like me- they are reasonably afraid! I AM AFRAID OF THIS SITUATION, DANTE. I DON’T WANT TO BE IN YOUR BODY!!”
“...is there something wrong with it..?” They ask.
“MY HEAD IS A CLOCK!! I WANT TO TALK AND HAVE EVERYONE UNDERSTAND ME!!!” You frantically tell them. “IF I HAD EYES I WOULD BE CRYING!”
You bury the face of the clock in your hands, regretting everything. This is worse than when you got caught in your lies. This is worse than when people you cared about died. This is worse-
Wait. Death…
Your head snaps up. Can Dante see the Ghosts?! Because if they can… shit…
“Ahm, hm.” ‘Outis’ clears her throat, and you realize she’s moved over to stand next to you.
“Outis…?” Dante asks, before shaking their head, “Wait, no… who… are you…?”
You flinch as- for the first time ever- Outis legitimately hugs you. Arms wrapped around your- Dante’s- body and head pressed into the crook of your neck.
Yi Sang has never looked more enraged in his life.
“Worry not, my dear [Name]...” Outis murmurs to you, as you have no idea how to react. “Though the bizarre situation is unideal, we must maintain a calm mind. Rest assured, you-”
“YOU DARE!!!” Yi Sang bellows, yelling for the first time in his life, and he- well- she, this is Outis in Yi Sang’s body- rips Yi Sang in her body off of you- who is in Dante’s body. “How dare you assume my form and use this opportunity to place your hands upon the Assistant Manager?! Is this an attempt to usurp my position as the right-hand to the Managers? Another thing! When using my voice, you will address the Assistant Manager by their full title, and not their name like some ignorant fool!”
“Th- that is not-” Yi Sang starts to stutter back, “I was merely trying to calm them-”
“Pah!” She sneers, “You did not need to place any hands upon them to ‘calm them down’! How long have you been planning this treachery?!”
“S- stop…” Dante weakly orders.
“Dante, Dante! Greg's not looking so good… Can ya ask how he's doing?” Rodya pipes up. Smiling Meursault is still terrifying.
“Ask him yourself, why don't you?” Outis barks at her, hands on her hips.
“Ah, ya know~ I know we're not like, strangers anymore, but y'know… know what I mean?” Rodya hums, “That funny feeling where when ya bite into one of those special chocolates with something in 'em, but ya don't really know what that something is or where that something is, so ya can't help but feel slightly iffy about giving it a full bite…? I think? Does that make sense?”
“Fellas… let's stop being so crass for a sec here.” Ishmael, being controlled by Gregor, pipes up, smoking a cigarette.
“Make it stop…” Dante pleads, burying their face in their hands.
“Hey, manager bud… yeah. Welp, somehow, this happened. I haven't a clue as to what's going on, either.” Gregor says with a sigh, “Woke up from a nap and… saw myself over there, looking at my own arm with that same glum look.”
“That's…” Gregor- being controlled by Ishmael- grimaces, actively trying to be as far from the bug arm as she can. “Look, I'm… a seawoman, alright? And… insect parts just don't… mesh well with the sea, right…?”
Gregor takes a breath. “Yeah~ you'll get used to it. Man, this takes me back. I nearly threw up when I saw that in the mirror the first time.”
Ishmael winces, miserable. “Not the same thing… And like, I was trying to be roundabout about it, okay? Didn't have to just say that outright, making things awkward as hell…”
“You utter, useless imbeciles! How could any of you let this minor issue of switched bodies bring you all to such disarray?!” Outis asks, infuriated.
Yi Sang frowns. ‘A- apologies, all… the voice and the appearance are mine indeed, yet the words are not… hm? Where are you going, [Name]?”
Everyone looks over at you, halfway out of the bus.
“I’m finding a bridge to jump off of because I AM IN SEVERE EMOTIONAL PAIN!!” You cry out, tossing your hands in the air.
The chaos that breaks out as people try to stop you would be entertaining if your clock wasn’t painfully throbbing.
If that was written someone totally misread “clock” as “cock”. You know you did when you saw this story for the first time…
…this shit is agonizing as hell.
–★★★–
You are being held against your will by both Meursault and Rodya to prevent you from flinging yourself into a pit. Curse Dante’s twink ass body making escape almost impossible. At least you know what gender they biologically are now… makes some of your theories to who they were before more solid.
“So, Faust. What do you believe is the cause of this phenomenon?” Yi Sang- no, Outis- asks, causing the abomination that is whimsical Faust to perk up.
“Hm…” She thinks for a moment, before laughing at how mostly everyone looks her way, “Agh, 'tis quite the bashful occasion! To have so many eyes gaze upon me! Ha ha…”
Outis scowls. “Dammit, I wasn't talking to you! Fine, then… Don Quixote…”
“Aha! Hast thou summoned me?!” Don asks, grinning. Smiling Faust may be real, but she can’t hurt you. She cannot hurt you. You are safe.
“You little…!”
“Hah- this is fun, isn’t it Squishy?” Meursault- Rodya- asks you, poking you in the face of the clock.
Smiling Meursault can hurt you though and you are in unbridled amounts of emotional pain.
“Ha. It's a real dog's dinner, innit.” Heathcliff mutters, crossing his arms. You haven’t seen Sinclair this mad since Canto 3.
“Everyone, one at a time. Please… I think I might actually go insane if I hear more than three of you talking at once.” Dante tells everyone, “And I think [Name] already has…”
You are honestly this close to Distorting in Dante’s body. You swear you are. Carmen is about to speak to you in five… four… three…
“… There is a possible explanation for this.” Faust suddenly says, “A meteor which was speculated to shoot over the City on day 250401, dubbed 'W15H', has crossed the City skylines last night. And there is a rumor that… making a wish upon this particular meteor has a slim chance of bringing it to reality.”
You slowly turn your head to stare daggers at Dante, who visibly winces.
“Uh… I had no idea that was even a thing…?” Sinclair murmurs, surprised.
“Wow! That's some impressive coincidence, isn't it? How so romantic~” Hong Lu coos, “Ah~ I wish I got [Name]’s body. I think it’d be fun to be them for a while. Aren’t you lucky, Dante?”
The looks Dante gets at that makes them look really uncomfortable.
“Actually… I feel kind of bad for [Name] having to live in a body like this…” Dante admits, “It’s really uncomfortable to do a lot of things, honestly.”
“It’s not that bad-!” You interject, before Ryōshū- in Hong Lu’s body- cuts you off.
“S.Y.B.A.U.A.M.” She tells you, puffing on a cigarette.
“Listen up, culprit, whoever you are! I will give you a chance to give yourself up.” Outis orders the bodyswapped Sinners, “What kind of brainless moron among you made such a ludicrous wish?!”
“I must apologize for this unideal display…” Yi Sang laments, giving you a sopping wet look you’ve only seen Sinclair make.
“Give yourself up now, and I will let you off with a light sentencing of three consecutive executions.” Outis snaps, glowering.
You silently look at Dante, who sighs. “Uh… So um… I think I'm the one who made the wish, Yi Sang… I mean, Outis.”
Outis lets out a gasp, an expression of horror on Yi Sang’s- her?- face. “Executive Manager? I- It was you?!”
“I kinda muttered to myself about how I wished you guys would learn how to be in each other's shoes because… everyone just refused to listen to me during our last hunt…” Dante glances at you, but seemingly chooses not to mention mending the relationship between you two.
“Pfft…” Ishmael snickers, “What now, Outis? Are you going to cut off your Executive Manager's head?”
Gregor snorts. “Nah~ She wouldn't, right? Besides, what's to say that there's not some other reason out there? Anyways, manager bud… got any bright ideas?”
Ishmael flinches as she notices Gregor- in her body- holding a cigarette in his mouth. “Huh? Excuse me, Gregor! Don't smoke that! You're in my body!”
He, in response, holds his hands up. “Hey- it’s not lit, okay..? I just need to hold something between my teeth to calm down.”
Hong Lu shrugs. “Hehe, what's happened's happened. I think it could be pretty nice to just live on like thi-”
“Oi, no way, nope. I ain't living in some sheltered lad's scrawny body.” Heathcliff interjects.
Sinclair visibly deflates. “But… I've been working out…”
“...why? You have plenty of combat skills without working out…” You tell him, confused. Sinclair just flushes and looks away, mumbling some clearly fake reason to you.
“… Too bad.” Ryōshū mutters, on her eleventh cigarette since you saw her like this, “Let's K.E and turn the clock.”
“Do I… have to go through the pain of reviving you guys..?” You nervously ask.
“No- no absolutely not!” Dante interjects, “I can barely handle the pain as is. Don’t make [Name] go through it too…”
“Yeah, uh- death is firmly off the table.” Gregor adds, giving Ryōshū a look. She just shrugs in response.
“There has to be some other solution, right?” Dante asks, looking around, before pausing at the sight of Hong Lu’s body smoking. “How are you so comfortable with chainsmoking in someone else's body…?”
‘Hehe, I don't mind.” Hong Lu says with a laugh.
“Mm~ I'll go with Ryōshū.” Rodya suddenly says, raising her hand.
“I have a feeling I know the answer to this already, but… which one?” Ishmael asks, raising an eyebrow.
“The one who's Ryōshū right now, 'course~ Can't we just stay like this for a little longer? Kinda feels like a breath of fresh air, don't it…?”
You slowly look at the smiling Meursault in horror, even if you don’t have a face you can change the expression of.
“… Huh, weird. I thought I had her figured out.” Ishmael murmurs, surprised.
“That suggestion requires a mutually collaborative understanding and consent with the switched individual.” Meursault notes.
“Huh? What, don'tcha like my body, Meur?” Rodya asks, tilting her head. “Ooh~ Or do I call ya Rodya? Gosh, this is so much fun!”
Meursault tenses. “… This discussion is not a matter of whether it is 'fun'. It is simply a matter of inappropriate-”
Rodya just rolls her eyes. “Yeah, whatevs. Is it fun~ or is it not~?”
“...how are you so comfortable with waking up and realizing you have a dick?” You ask her, only to cause her to snort. Laughing Meursault is worse than smiling Meursault. So much worse.
You glance over to see Dante and Faust- in your and Don Quixote’s body respectively- talking. If you remember right, it’s about Faust being unable to access the Gesellschaft.
A few minutes seem to pass- that feel like hours with the Meursault-Rodya yapping at you- the door to the back gets kicked open. You peer over, only to watch a visibly annoyed Vergilius and frustrated Charon walk out and to the front of the bus. Dante hesitates, before standing up, reaching out to take your hand, free you from where you’re trapped between Rodya and Meursault, and lead you over to where Vergilius sits, slumped over in his usual seat.
“Uh… Vergilius. I don't know if you're aware, but… I'll be real and to the point. Something really bad's happened. It's, uh… man, it's a real mess out here, it's really, really, bad…” They glance at you, “Y- you see what I'm talking about, right?! Like- [Name] and I swapped bodies! And- and Meursault and Ryōshū are smiling! And there aren't any dead bodies around-!”
“...” Vergilius stares at Dante and you in silence, blank faced. Charon, however, looks gradually more pissed. …you’re so fucked. Actually, Dante is so fucked. Or both of you are.
“So, uh, where to begin… I- it's kinda my fault, maybe, kind of. In a fit of frustration, I thought some stupid wish, or… said some wish, it doesn't matter.” They stutter a bit, fiddling with their hands, “And uh… a W-something… uh, a meteor fell and, the meteor was two-hundred-fifty-thousand…something… and, uhm…”
“I’m going to jump.” You admit to yourself aloud, glad Vergilius and Charon can’t understand you.
Vergilius looks into Dante’s eyes, expression blank now. And Dante visibly pales.
“Can…” He mumbles, “Candy… when?”
“Oh.” Dante grimaces, shaking their head, “No. No, no, no. No. Why are you doing this to me? Don't do this to me!”
“Bus driver needs sweets.” Vergilius- no, Charon- mutters, “No vroom-vroom without candy.”
Charon- actually, Vergilius- glares holes into Dante. You swear her eyes are glowing red right now… “Dante… What the hell kind of ridiculous wish did you make on the star to put us in this mess…?”
A thud rings out through the bus as Dante falls over unconscious. You feel like you’re about to join them…
–★★★–
You wish you were the one who went unconscious instead of Dante. Because, at least that way, you wouldn’t have to deal with this nightmare.
You thought the bickering the Sinners were having about you before was bad… but it’s honestly worse now. It’s way worse.
You glance over at the beaten up Heathcliff in Sinclair’s body, who just got into a fight with Ryōshū in Hong Lu’s body when she tried to kill Hong Lu and herself to see if reviving will fix this, even if it’d cause you unbearable pain. He did win the fight, but it wasn’t pretty.
You hate it here.
Your head snaps up as Dante lets out a faint groan and blinks awake, slowly sitting up with bleary eyes as they seem to forget what happened.
“Ooh, they're back up again. Oi, get any visions during your beauty sleep? Find a way to put us back?” Heathcliff asks, sitting up.
“Dante~ Gosh, Hong Lu kept insisting that we employ the 'D.R.D.R.' method, so it took us some effort to hold 'em back~” Rodya muses, glancing at Ryōshū with a slightly tense look.
“Heh. This polearm'll do. Can't promise O.H.K.O, though.” She muses, on her 34th cigarette so far.
“Manager Esquire!!! Behold this mane as white as snow; dost thou recall mine ill-fortuned Princess of the North Snow Plains cosplay attempt?!” Don has the widest grin you will ever see on Faust’s face. “Verily, 'tis an opportunity most apt for a second attempt at a high qually-tee cosplay!”
This is Sancho, by the way. She is fully aware she is Sancho and is willingly choosing to act like this.
“Denied.” Faust calmly says, causing Don to look disappointed.
“No, no! Still so weak! Puff out your chest and be bold! Push the voice out straight from your gut, go!” Outis orders, still trying to make Yi Sang- in her body- behave like how she does.
“Y-you pathetic wimps…!”
“LOUDER!”
“Y- you pathet… I… can no longer…” He looks over at you, silently begging for help.
“Really? You're gonna do this… now?” Ishmael dryly asks, staring at the scene in annoyance.
“Outis, that’s enough. Lighten up on him.” You tell her, in unbridled emotional pain.
“Assistant Manager, I am simply-” She starts to sputter out, but quiets down when you raise a hand.
“I said enough. Yi Sang, come here.” You order, and watch as an unusually weak-willed Outis quickly walks over and practically squishes into the same seat as you.
“Thank you, my love…” He whispers into your currently non-existent ears, almost nuzzling into you, “I don’t know what someone like me would do without you.”
Ishmael scowls at the sight of Yi Sang and you, but scoffs and looks at Dante. “Dante. What'd Vergilius say anyway? I didn't hear the conversation thanks to all the ruckus. I'm gonna guess he said something about making a report to the higher-ups and asking them to resolve this asap, right?”
Dante just stares blankly at her, a haunted look in their eyes.
“That does not appear to be a feasible solution.” Meursault adds.
Gregor raises an eyebrow. “Huh? Why? Bud, you gotta elaborate-”
“Ah… Kkomi.” Vergilius murmurs. When everyone stares at him in shock, probably expecting Charon to be in her own body, he sighs. “… Charon's favorite plush. She really treasures it.”
“That’s… really cute, actually.” You say, before remembering he can’t understand you when he gives you a confused look.
The Sinners, meanwhile, stare at the scene in silent horror. All of them.
“Kkomi won't stand no candy. Kkomi said so.” Charon mutters, “[Name] has candy, yes?”
You shake your head, and Charon frowns, her grip on the red bear toy tightening.
“What the hell does that even mean? Won't stand no candy…?” Outis asks, visibly annoyed.
“Miss Outis… it seems hardly wise to practice such an inquisition toward miss Charon at the moment…” Yi Sang points out.
“Pray tell, who is this ‘Kkomi’?! A villain, from a book?!” Don eagerly asks, curious.
“Oh, you're not gonna stand it, huh? Oi, don't talk to us like that!” Heathcliff snaps, “If you ain't gonna stand it, what are you gonna do, huh?”
“S- stop antagonizing her! We might have to fight V- v- v- Vergilius at this rate…!” Sinclair yelps, visibly shaking.
Heathcliff-Sinclair almost growls in anger. You thought he got over the Distortion… “Lad! I hear three more stutters, and I'll bash my head in!”
“Heeugh…!” Sinclair recoils, and you decide to stare at the terrified Heathcliff being controlled by Sinclair for another moment. Soon, this will be over. It will be over soon. This nightmare will be over. And you’ll look back on it and find it funny.
“M- Manager Esquire, 'twould be most wise to avoid battling a Color Fixer…!” Don suddenly says, shaking. Probably remembering the things Vergilius has done to her…
“The main components comprising Kkomi are 7% cotton fiber, 3% synthetic fiber, and 90% cotton wool. However, considering the force behind it, its physical damage is non-negligible.” Meursault notes, “The existence of several stitch marks indicate serious combat experience.”
“Kinda reminds me of my own stuffed animal…” You murmur to yourself, causing Yi Sang to stare at you with a curious look, clearly having heard you.
“My my my~ Verg! You're so cute like this~” Rodya coos, giving Charon a teasing look. Vergilius just glares at her.
“K.E.E.L.A.” Ryōshū mutters, glancing at Sinclair when people seem confused. “… Translate.”
“Kill Everyone, Everyone Lucid Again… she says.” Sinclair mumbles.
“FIEEEE ONNNN THEEEE!!!” Don screeches, causing everyone to look her way in shock, “Wherefore art thou tearing off mine most precious badges?!”
“… They are distractions.” Faust doesn’t stop taking off the badges with swift and apathetic motions.
“Hoyday, a most ridiculous notion…! P-prithee, take care, for they mustn't be scratched…!” Don sputters out, “DO NOT TOUCH THAT ONE!!”
“Ha ha.” Dante mumbles, leaning back as they seem to give up, “Holy shit.”
Hong Lu stares at Dante in wide-eyed shock. “Wow! Did everyone just hear that? I don't think Dante's ever said anything like-”
Yi Sang looks concerned. “Dante, are you well…?”
“… No candy?” Charon mutters, looking frustrated.
“Dammit…! Looks like she's getting ready to engage us in battle!” Outis yelps, caught off guard.
“… What can we do…?” Dante asks, uneasy.
“Die, probably.” You add, “We are all dead. All of us. Even you and me, Dante. We dead.”
“… Haaah. [Name] seems certain… of our deaths…” Faust says with hesitance, “What can we do, Ver…gilius.”
“… As you must be aware…” He responds, “… Charon does not know how to utilize the gladius. She has zero fighting knowledge or experience. This will be the greatest advantage you have, even if you must contend with my body. It will not be easy… but not impossible. However, if I ever hear even a toot of any foolishness like…” His gaze narrows and seems to glow red for a moment, “… "I beat the Red Gaze" anywhere within this bus… I will make you pay for every letter of every word in your witless boast.”
The air on the bus seems to thicken with the tension now raised.
“… Damn.” Heathcliff mutters, and someone seems to indignantly click their tongue.
“‘When my eyes turn red, run’ ahh…” You sarcastically mutter to yourself. “...do not translate that. Lemme take advantage of the chance to shit-talk him without him understanding and killing me.”
You think you hear someone snort in amusement at that. Maybe more than one person.
“W- wait. Why are we even fighting a Color right now?! We have zero reason to believe that this'll change anything…!” Ishmael yelps.
Gregor grits his teeth. “Fellas… it doesn't seem to me that we have much in the way of options…!”
“All of you…” She orders, “Off. The. Bus.”
–★–
You stand next to Dante, the scene mirroring what happened right before you two got whacked across the head and knocked out. This time, however, it’s them ordering the Sinners to fight the Red Gaze, all of whom got bodyswapped, including you two.
For a moment between orders, they glance at you.
“...your body is- uh- beautiful. Even moreso now that I’m in it.” They tell you.
“Uh… thanks..?” You hesitantly reply.
“But it’s kind of… hell,” They continue, “I get why you want to return to normal again.”
You nod, waiting for them to continue.
“...honestly, [Name]- I really care about you.” They admit, “I’m… mad that you lied to me for so long. Well- more hurt, really. I thought there was something special between us, but… there isn’t. But… I guess now that I had time to think about it, it doesn’t hurt as much.”
You tilt your head. “...why? I spent months lying to you- spouting barely believable bullshit you blindly trusted- how can you care about me?”
“Because, despite everything, you chose to stay.” They admit, “You had so many chances to leave, but… you didn’t. And back in La Manchaland… that was a one time thing you tried out of fear. But you had so many chances to flee over the last few days and stayed… I guess, even if I don’t really trust you anymore, I still care.”
You glance away.
“You’re… amazing, [Name]. I’m so glad I met you.” They admit, “I love you.”
“You… what?”
“I love you.” They repeat, taking your hands in their own. “You are beautiful and kind and wonderful. You're ignorant and terrified, but you’re loving. You put others before yourself in most situations and help anyone you can. How can’t I love you?”
They lean in close, causing you to unconsciously lean back as their hands drift from your hands to your hips. “I’m sorry I have to use your body to do this, but I need to kiss you. I need you. I have no idea what I’ll do without you.”
“I can’t lose you. I can never lose you.”
“I’m not letting anyone ever take you away from me.”
“I love you so, so much…”
You can’t force them off as they kiss you. All you do is hear as the bus sparks to life and comes charging at everyone.
Oh god.
–★★★–
You start with a gasp, sitting up and slamming forehead first into Gregor’s head.
“Fuck-” He yelps, covering his forehead with a wince, before giving you a weak smile. “Haa… glad you’re okay, bud. No injuries or..?”
You flinch as Sinclair tightly hugs you, snot and tears staining your shirt as he shakes against you. “I- I thought you dieeedddd… [Name]- [Naaaammmeeeeee]...”
“Glad you and the clockhead ain’t dead.” Heathcliff tells you.
Wait-
WAIT IT’S OVER!!!
YOU’RE ON THE BUS AND IN YOUR ORIGINAL BODY!!!
Not your human one, unfortunately, BUT A BODY YOU’RE FAMILIAR WITH!!
“Heathcliff…!” Dante yelps out, coming to the same realization as you. “Heathcliff… it's you, right?!”
Heathcliff flinches as Dante shoots up and seems to practically hug Heathcliff. “Agh…! The hell, mate?! Get off me! Gah!”
“He is Heathcliff…!” Dante practically squeals.
Sinclair freezes when you hug him back, literally crying too. “We’re free… WE’RE FREE!!!”
“[N- [Name]..?” Sinclair stutters out, and you fail to notice how beet red his face is.
“Hmph. A.L.A.T.C.T.” Ryōshū says, taking a drag of her cigarette.
You never thought you’d wake up and be happy to be in this body…
“Much worries were had by all afore miss Faust informed us of your safety.” Yi Sang admits.
“Yeah, same! I thought you wouldn't ever wake up again or something~” Rodya muses.
“Uh… looks like your hour hand's trembling, Dante! Are you alright?” Hong Lu curiously asks, “Oh! [Name], I didn’t know your tears were green. They’re pretty~”
“Should we call Hohenheim to run some tests on them?” Ishmael asks.
Faust shakes her head. “Faust has already taken all necessary measures. This does not appear to be something that requires his assistance.”
“Manager Esquire… 'twas all mine wrongdoing… I had failed to expect that thou wert still within the range of shrapnels… 'twas my carelessness…” Don says with tears in her eyes, before tightly hugging you as well with a loud sob, “FORGIVE ME!!!”
“You’re forgiven, just never become Faust again.” You tell her, hugging her as well.
Ishmael silently mouths “what the fuck” to herself, and many other Sinners look equally as confused.
“Extending the distance between the manager and the battlefield in future battles would be an effective means of minimizing certain risk factors.” Meursault notes.
“Yeah, bud. I appreciate the fervor, but don't try so hard that you'll hurt yourself. Take it easy, alright?” Gregor tells you and Dante with a slight tilt of his head.
Outis grits her teeth. “Dammit… I, Outis, shall take responsibility for this incident. Allow me to bow before you in hopes of seeking-”
“Guys…” Dante says, “I think… I like us… exactly as we are right now…”
“… Hm.” Vergilius raises an eyebrow. “Going by the tick-tocking noises you're making… you sound moved, Dante. I, for one, am also glad that I wouldn't have to remove your clock hands. It would not have been pleasant.”
Once everyone who was crying finally stopped, Dante stepped off the bus for a moment to “stretch their legs”. Meanwhile, you sat alone in a seat, staring out the window at Dante and Charon talking as you thought about Dante’s confession.
This isn’t the first time someone in the City confessed to loving you, but…
Every time someone has, their “love” was more like a damaging obsession that made everything worse. It happened in the Pallid Whale… at Wuthering Heights… at La Manchaland… and so many other places.
You knew everyone on this bus held an inkling of that fucked-up version of love, but Dante saying it so plainly makes you feel… unnerved, honestly.
Your gaze falls up to the stars in the night sky.
The bus is like a pot being slowly heated up the longer you spend here. You’ve been here long enough you’re definitely in hot water. And you need to escape. But Dante said it themselves, they aren’t willing to lose you.
Ideas to feed the kiddos before I disappear to cry (Yandere NightClub)
I live in a state of depression so deep that a YouTube short is the only reason I've popped back in to bless you with a concept. I hope to finish my Greek mythology oneshot but we'll see.
Also, ya'll loneliness is scary so stay safe and know that cheese cares how you're doing. That's right I'm actively promoting a parasocial relationship between me and my readers (jokes (unless-))
Genders not final okay so don't be shy to ask for another gender than the one I use
Imagine for me (this can apply for any of my fandoms as well):
You my cute little MC are a bartender at one of the sketchiest clubs. Either you are a complete airhead, no one else would hire you (criminal record), or you getting that big bag (your boss spoils you).
Because of this you have seen the poisonous underbelly of the city you live in because this club only seems to attract the worst people (yanderes). Under the influence of alcohol these people tell you all their deepest darkest secrets (you need therapy more than ever). Gods forbid you even think about being nice to them or giving them advice. Kidnapping didn't go well. Maybe you should go on a date (like a normal person). Or you could just drug them (that was sarcasm on your part).
Now you've got repeat yandere clientele asking you to help them with their darlings believing you to be some expert in the field (you'll say anything for the money or you just stupid stupid).
Some of these people might just be looking for a way to kidna-court you. These questions about your exact height and weight are very invasive.
Beware to these clients because your boss and coworkers won't let these "customers" have you that easily (all are trained killers).
Rich flirty childish boss who wants to give you the world just stop calling him "kid" he's/she's/they're five years older than you (bad case of the baby face). Wants to wrap you in his/her/their fluffy pink coat and take you home (to his/her/their cozy luxury condo). Honestly kinda want to either write an absolute boss babe or twink if I'm making an oc of this person.
Fellow bartender who is the most normal of the bunch. Pretty tall and bulky but a total sweetheart who gives you the best advice (keeps people from giving you spiked drinks). Constantly offers you rides home; they can't have you walking by yourself people want to snatch you up (them too). Probably the most normal to get into a relationship with and won't do too much against your will (unless you get hurt). Himbo vibes (genderless)
Bouncer of the club is intimidating and bulky and also very shy. Wants desperately to talk to you and tell you how he/she/ they feel but oops they just put the fear of a thousand gods into you. Thinks you're absolutely precious and wants nothing more than to take you away from all this (wants a cozy home with as many animals as possible (you'll have to stop this person from adopting all the animals in the city))
Stripper/consort who is very down to earth and flirtatious at the same time. They are a whore but know when to tone it down (consent is sexy). They get all touchy and apologize claiming it's just second nature to them. Always offers a free lap dance or something else if you're up for it ;).
And anyone else you can think of please don't be afraid to ask.
Details: Nonbinary Yan, Reader plays video games, Reader has a crush
pt 2 here
Yandere!Computer Virus who lives on your computer
Yandere!Computer Virus who watches you through your webcam
Yandere!Computer Virus who sees the anti virus as a fun flirtation game the two of you play
Yandere!Computer Virus who plays sounds on your computer and makes the whole thing crash when you ignore them
Yandere!Computer Virus who likes to go through your search history when you're away so that they can learn more about you
Yandere!Computer Virus who can't speak to you directly, so uses pop up messages instead
Yandere!Computer Virus who reopens their popups if you close out of them
Yandere!Computer Virus who takes control of your cursor and forces you to click the options they want you to click
Yandere!Computer Virus who convinces themself that you were the one to click those options, and they just gave you a little push toward what you really wanted
Yandere!Computer Virus who hates it whenever you bring someone else into your room
Yandere!Computer Virus who plays loud music to embarrass you in front of your crush
Yandere!Computer Virus who crashes your game and turns off your wifi when you're gaming with your crush
Yandere!Computer Virus who often tries to delete the software you use to talk to your online friends
Yandere!Computer Virus who wishes you would just upload yourself to the web so that the two of you can be together forever
WARNING: Male reader intended, but could be read as gender neutral, nonbinary yandere, yandere behaviour, stalking, implied murder, stealing, isolation
[Ring explanation - based on my own experience on buying my best friend a ring bc they love jewelry and I think Ruka would also love it]
Unhealthy Obsession
Trad Yan, who still remembers the day your fates intertwined. Such a seemingly simple day, yet now that they thought about it more, they were pretty sure the sun had been shining much brighter that day. How could it not? You were gracing its presence!
Trad Yan, who quickly started stalking keeping you safe. Ruka couldn't have you get hurt! And they got to know you more; it's a win-win situation
Trad Yan, who found your gym shirt on the ground. God, their heart was beating so fast and head was reeling! Only you could make them react that much~
Trad Yan, who started keeping a journal for every little thing about you. Your routine, favourite everything, and even how you liked to sleep. He even printed out some wonderful photos of you and put them in there too!
Trad Yan, who couldn't help but daydream about your wedding. Buying wedding magazines and looking up prices online. They had to be prepared
Trad Yan, who never felt such blinding rage as when they found you with some scum. That thing really thought they had the right to touch you? His precious sunshine?
Trad Yan, who used their acting skills to befriend those things and trick them into a false sense of security and made them "disappear" just as quickly
Trad Yan, who used their knowledge of you to befriend you. Making themselves into your perfect other half. It's like they're your soulmate or something haha...
Trad Yan, who is very clingy. Pulling you away so you wouldn't hang out with those so-called friends. Ruka is much more fun!
Trad Yan, who got into painting. Picking up on realism specifically. You were such a wonderful muse after all!
Trad Yan, whose room quickly filled with painting after painting of you. Every piece showing just how wonderful and angelic you were
Trad Yan, who couldn't believe it when you gave them a ring. A ring! Sure, they were a bit disappointed that it wasn't a proposal ring, but a dating ring was just as wonderful!
Trad Yan, who was very confused when you pulled away when they leaned down to kiss you for the first time. Did their breath smell bad? Were their lips chapped? They had that lip balm you loved in their bag; they could fit that real quick!
Trad Yan, who was heartbroken when you told them you two weren't dating. You gave them a ring! How could you not be dating?! Dear lord, they wanted to start sobbing for how stupid they felt, but you, wonderful you, comforted them
Trad Yan, who started to really "court" you (as they put it). Giving you flowers, random things that reminded them of you, letters and whatever else that crossed their mind.
Trad Yan, who jumped for joy when you asked them to officially start dating. You didn't even need to ask! Of course, they'll marry date you!
Trad Yan, who acts like the perfect partner, always there for you, never straying like the rest of those dogs and giving you affection in every way that they could. Sure, they consume every waking moment of your life, but you do the same to them! It's just what soulmates do~
Can I just possibly just request about an platonic yandere who can read mind like Anya from spy x family
Befriending a Mindreader
Summary: Reader meets a mind-reader when they lose their phone in a store. The stranger wishes to get to know them, so they go to dinner together.
Reader x Teagan (Mind-reader Platonic Yandere)
Author's note: I’m in a good mood because I got good news, so I’m posting earlier than expected. I also got a new high for word count! Thanks for the ask, I hope you like it!
Word Count:5k
Warnings/Tags: invasion of privacy (mindreading), kidnapping (if you squint), mentions of rough childhood (Teagan mentions this), Teagan has a pet snake, nonbinary parent, infantilization
Masterlist
Sometimes after a long day, you like to visit a pet store, just to view some animals and have fun. Looking at the animals makes you feel less stressed after the day you've had. The little critters bring joy to your heart. It’s only until you’ve been through the whole store that you realize you don’t have your phone anymore.
‘I know I had it when I walked in the inside so it must be in here. I just have to retrace my steps and find it. Shouldn’t be that hard.’
You walk through all of the places you visited, but have yet to find it. You start your second round, looking through the store a little slower.
‘I really hope I didn’t lose it. Hopefully, no one took it either. Maybe it’s back by the hamsters? I did spend some time looking at them.’
Looking around where hamsters are, you don’t see your phone on any of the shelves nearby.
‘Maybe someone took it and reported it? I should check at the front if they have heard anything.’
You turn and look at the hamsters, wishing to magically see your phone, but you don't. Giving up hope that you’ll find it, you hear someone calling your attention. Turning around to face them, you see a tall person dressed in dark academia clothes. They have brown shoulder-length hair that looks well taken care of.
“Hey, is this your phone? I just found it, and it looked like you were looking for something.” They say, showing you your phone.
“Yes! Thank you so much, I was looking for it.” You say, grabbing your phone from the stranger.
You exchange introductions and learn that their name is Teagan. They tell you they found it by the birds and were about to turn it in.
“So what are you doing here? Looking for anything else?” Teagan teasingly asks you.
“I was just looking at all of the animals. Sometimes I like doing that after a stressful day. What about you? Other than finding my phone, I mean.” You joke with them.
“I’m actually here for my snake. She needs a bigger tank soon, so I was looking for the tank that would suit her.”
“Oooooh, what is her name?”
“Ophelia, she's a pied ball python. She is kinda shy, but warms up to people over time.” They say, pulling out their phone with photos of Ophelia.
‘The name suits her. She's got some cool colors. I wonder if I met her, if she would be shy with me.’
“She’s very pretty! I wish I could have a pet, but it's just not the right time right now. ”
“Aah, hopefully you will be able to soon. What would you get?”
“Uummm, not sure. It would depend on the space I would have for them.”
“Smart thinking! You wouldn't want to get a critter without being able to accommodate their space.” They say. Your stomach growls so loudly, you know that they heard it.
“Sounds like someone is hungry. Would you like to join me at the restaurant down the street? I'm pretty hungry myself.” They ask you.
“Sure, it wouldn't hurt to eat right now.”
You both walk down the street, getting to know each other more. You think to yourself how you're enjoying your time with Teagan. They seem to like you, but you aren't sure if you'll see them again.
Arriving at the restaurant, you are unsure what you want to get. There seems to be a bunch of options that you would like. You take a moment to think, nervous about holding up the line. Teagan suggests one of the options you had in mind, so you choose that one.
“It will be $26.45.” The cashier says. Before you can protest against Teagan paying, they pay for it all.
“Hey, I was going to pay my half! Now you have to eat with me again, and I'll pay.”
“It's okay, darling. I've already got it. I wouldn't be opposed to getting to know you more.” They say, handing you your cup.
You both fill up your cups with your desired drinks and sit down at a booth. Teagan puts the number on the front of the table, so the waiter can read it.
‘It’s nice not to pay, but I just met them. I should be paying my half. Do they think I'm broke? Either way, I'm paying next time we go out. It seems like I will see them again. They even said it themselves. Hopefully they aren't a serial killer.’
“Since you were looking at the animals at the pet store, how would you feel about checking out this new zoo?” They ask you. A zoo does sound tempting. There should be a bunch of people there, too, just in case something goes south.
“A new zoo? Is it in the area?” You inquire, your interest spiking.
“Yeah, not too far from here. I think it's about 45 minutes? Give me your number and I can send you the link to the website.” You give them your number and start checking out the website.
‘Seems like this is an actual new zoo. Good thing they aren't lying. I need to be less trusting of strangers. It could get me in trouble.’
You look through all of the animals they are featuring. They have the classic zoo animals, elephants, lions, tigers, giraffes, penguins, and some more unique ones.
“When would you like to go? They have some of my favorite animals!” You exclaim, discovering more animals the zoo has.
“I have an open schedule, so I'm free to go whenever you want to, darling. You don't have to decide today, you can text me when you want to go later.”
“I'll give you a text tomorrow about it. Why the zoo?”
“You lost your phone while you were looking at the animals in the pet store, so I figured the zoo would be right up your alley.”
‘That is true. I wouldn't mind going to the zoo again. It's been a while since I've been to one. I wonder if Teagan would enjoy it as much as me.’
Just in time, the waiter comes with the food. You both start eating your meals. You enjoy that you chose the one you did.
“You like it, darling?” They ask, liking their meal as well.
“Yeah, thanks for helping me make a decision and paying for it. You know you didn't have to do that, right?”
‘It's almost like they knew exactly what I wanted to eat without me even knowing what I wanted. They probably have good intuition.’
“It's not a problem, darling. Like I said, I wanted to.” They say.
Together, you finish your meals and make small talk about how your day was and how you are excited for the end of the week. Leaving the restaurant, you see it's dark out, so you decide it's time to go home. Teagan tells you to have a safe trip home and to let them know when you are home safe. You tell them that they will hear from you tomorrow and that you had a good time.
As you take your way, you think about how you didn't know Teagan hours ago, but now you feel like you have a friend in them. Arriving home, you drop off all your belongings in their spots, you change into pajamas, and get ready for bed. Opening up your phone, you text Teagan.
Hey, I'm home now. Thanks for paying for dinner again! I'll check my schedule in the morning, but I should be free this weekend for the zoo.
Teagan: It's no problem! I'll talk to you in the morning. Good night and sweet dreams.
Good night and sweet dreams!
You wake up to the sound of your alarm going off. You turn it off and look at the notifications you got overnight. You have the usual ones you see every morning, and a couple from Teagan.
Teagan: Good morning, darling. How are you this
morning?
Teagan: What are you up to today?
Good morning. I’m okay, just woke up. I don’t have much to do today. I checked my schedule for this weekend, and I’m free to go!
Teagan: Works with me! We probably should leave early so that we can see the whole zoo.
Okayyy! I’m fine to do that.
As you continue your day, you and Teagan message more. Together learn more about each other, and you figure out that they have a passion for music. They can play piano and love listening to new music. They don’t really have a certain genre they listen to. They will listen to anything. You show them a couple of artists that you like. They already know some of them, and they listen to the others they don’t know.
Days pass, and today is the day you meet up with Teagan again. You have been texting them ever since the day you ran into them, so you feel more comfortable with them now. You leave your home, heading to the location you agreed to meet up at. You arrive a little early and start to get anxious that they aren’t going to show.
‘I am early, so they probably can show up any moment. I do hope that will show up. I haven’t spent much time around them, but I really enjoy their company. Hopefully I didn’t scare them away.’
You don’t hear their car approach you or Teagan get out of the car, so you are surprised when you hear their voice.
“Hey there, darling. I didn’t expect you to arrive early. Are you excited to see the zoo?” You hear them behind you.
“Oh, yeah! I’ve been looking forward to it all week.” You say, turning and looking at them. They are wearing dark academia clothes just like last time. This time, their outfit matches their dark blue eyes. Their hair is styled differently than last time, but still well taken care of.
They approach you with their arms out, asking for a hug. You have a hard time remembering the last time you hugged someone, so you oblige. The hug feels warm and comforting, and when it ends, you can’t help but miss it.
“I think we should head there, darling. Don’t wanna miss out on any of the animals.” They say. With that, you get into their car. Like Teagan, their car is well taken care of, not a speck of dust in sight.
‘They must really like taking care of things. Their appearance is well coordinated, and their car is nice. I wonder what their home looks like. They must have it clean and organized. I wonder if I’ll ever see their home. I bet it has an aesthetic, and there’s a ton of music-related things everywhere.’
They turn on some music with their phone, and you recognize the music as one of the artists you recommended. The car ride isn’t too bad. Some of the music you recognize, others you don’t. You and Teagan talk about all sorts of things on the ride, and there are occasional breaks from the conversation. In these breaks of the conversation, you think about how excited you are to go out with Teagan at the zoo. You haven’t had the opportunity to hang out with friends recently, they tend to be free when you are busy and so on. You think about how this is a nice break from your everyday life.
Once you see the gates of the zoo, you can’t handle your excitement. You try to remain calm, but you are just so hyped to get the day started.
“Are you ready, darling?”
“Yeah, sorry. I know it’s weird for me to be this happy about being here. The truth is, I haven’t had the opportunity to be out with people in a while. So I have been looking forward to this since we started planning it.”
“Don’t apologize for that. You are excited, so you can be. Where would you like to go first?” They ask, parking the car. You think about it for a moment, not realizing that Teagan has gotten out of the car. They are now on your side and opening the door. You stand and get out of the car, and Teagan shuts the door after you.
“I think I would like to see the penguins the most. However, according to the map, they are near the back. So we can make our way there and see everything on the way.” You say, walking with Teagan. The walk isn’t too far, but just far enough that you can hardly see where people are lining up to get tickets. Approaching the ticket line, Teagan pulls you over to a different line. Reading the sign above the line, you read ‘Season Pass Holders’.
‘They did not do that, did they?’
“Teagan, did you get a season pass?” You ask them in disbelief. The line shortens to just one group in front of you.
“I did not get a season pass. I got two, one for me and you.” They say, then greeting the worker who hands them two wristbands and a map. Teagan and you walk through the check-in area and officially are in the zoo.
Teagan pulls you aside again, so that you both aren’t in the way of anyone. They put the wristband on your wrist, making sure that it’s not too tight or loose. You read the words on the wristband, realizing that it’s not only a season pass, but it also includes all of the rides and transportation.
“I was supposed to pay for the tickets, not you! Why did you get season passes?” You ask them in disbelief again.
“I wanted to make sure that we can come here again. I included the transportation so that we can easily get everything done in one day. I wouldn’t want you to get too tired walking around everywhere.” They respond, looking at the map they were given.
“Looks like we can walk around here a little, then take a ride to the end of the park and walk around there too. There are some restaurants there too, so we can get some lunch there. Maybe at the end of the day we’ll get some ice cream. How does that sound, darling?"
Hearing the plan that Teagan created, you can’t help to anticipate that you will love your day with them. Finishing the day with ice cream felt like it was the cherry on top. The day couldn’t get any better.
“Sure, captain, sounds like a good idea.”
You spend the first part of your day with Teagan, looking at the animals near the front. Teagan lets you drag them from animal to animal, but makes sure you see all of them. They read you the fun facts occasionally. There aren’t many people, which is surprising because they have opened within the past year.
Once you are done with the first half, it’s time to take a ride so you can continue your day. Teagan takes you to the line for a tram. You wait there with them for a few minutes until it is your turn to get on.
‘I haven’t known Teagan for long, yet I can’t help but feel close to them. I hope they don’t think that is too weird. I wonder what I’ll do with them next time. Hopefully something more interesting for them than just this.’
“You know, I really like it here. I’m glad we have the season passes.” Teagan interrupts your train of thought.
“Haha, I was just hoping that you liked it here. I didn’t think you liked it that much.”
“Oh, no, darling, I love being here with you. We will come here again for sure.”
The tram stops in front of your stop. You and Teagan show your wristbands to the worker and hop on the tram. It takes you around the zoo, and you point out some animals to Teagan. The longer you are on the tram, the more tired you start to feel. You power through, though, after all, they bought two season passes.
“Are you ready to eat when we get off the tram? I think you might need some food in your system. I am a bit hungry myself.”
“Yeah, I guess I might be hungry. Are the restaurants nearby?” You ask them, eager for food.
“There should be some right around where we get off. Might have to walk a little, though. Are you going to make it?” Teagan jokes with you.
“I will perish if I don't get any food in the next 20 minutes.” You joke back.
“Well, I don't think that will happen because the tram is almost at the stop now. Is there anything in particular that you want?”
“Ummm, maybe a slice of pizza? I guess they would have them here.”
Teagan looks at the map again, analyzing its contents.
“Yeah, it should. It actually should be the closest restaurant, too. Good pick, darling,”
The tram arrives at the stop, and you both get off. Teagan leads you in the direction of the restaurant.
‘I have to be able to pay this time. Even if I have to sneak it right past them. They already know what I would like to eat, so all I have to do is pay attention and make sure that I pay before they can. Surely I'll be able to do that.’
Teagan puts in the order with the cashier. The cashier gives them the total, and you pull out your card. But before you can give it to the worker, Teagan blocks you from giving them your card. They show the worker their wristband, and the worker scans it. The payment amount disappears, and the worker hands Teagan two cups.
You stand there, confused as to what just happened. All you know is that Teagan is refusing to let you pay. They hand you your cup.
“I paid for a meal plan in advance. There was no reason for you to pay.”
“Why won't you let me pay? It's not fair for you.” You retort, filling up your cup.
“I do it because I want to, darling. Don't you like being taken care of?”
‘Of course I don’t mind it. I just don't want to seem like I’m a freeloader. Right now, it’s starting to feel like that.’
“I just don't want you to think you have to pay for everything. I can pay for things too.” You say, sitting down at a table with them.
“I see, darling. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. How about next time? We'll go somewhere else and I'll let you pay there.” Teagan compromises.
“You better! Otherwise, I don't know if I'll see you again.” You try to jokingly challenge them.
After the words leave your mouth, you start to regret them. You feel like it struck a bad chord with them. Teagan’s name is called out, and they leave you at the table to get the order.
‘I didn't mean that. I meant it as a joke. I would hang out with them after that, maybe not when money is involved. I really hope they understand that. I should apologize to them when they get back.’
Before they can sit back down with the food, words are falling out of your mouth.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you upset. I want to hang out with you, even if you insist that you want to pay for everything. Please don't be upset with me.”
“Darling, it's okay. I'm not upset with you. I was just taken aback a little. I could never be upset with you!” They say, sitting down with the food. They ignore the food and comfort you.
After a few moments, you feel better. They let you have some space and put your food in front of you.
“Now, let's get some food in your tummy, okay? Then we can see the rest of the zoo.”
As you eat, you think about how comforting it is to be around Teagan, despite the confusion you just went through. This further solidifies your thoughts about feeling close to them.
Continuing to explore the zoo together, you hop from animal to animal. Teagan makes you slow down occasionally, so that you can spend more time with certain animals. Before you know it, you are back on the tram heading towards the gift shop and entrance gates.
Once you are off the tram, Teagan suggests that you guys get ice cream that's near the gift shop. You get your favorite flavor, and Teagan pays with their wristband. This time, you don't protest against them paying.
Finishing up the ice cream, Teagan suggests one last thing to do while at the zoo. They would like to go to the gift shop to pick something to remember the trip by. Walking through the gift shop, you suggest a stuffed animal of one you both have fun watching today. Teagan agrees with your idea and is quick to buy it. Little do you know, they just wanted to buy something for you.
Leaving the zoo together, Teagan opens the door of the car for you to enter. Sitting down in the chair makes you feel so tired. The day has started to catch up with you. You don't fall asleep, you just feel more relaxed.
“If you would like, we can go to my house. I live nearby. You look a little sleepy. You could stay the night if you would like.” Teagan tells you when they get on their side.
‘Maybe I am more sleepy than I think. I feel like I would be okay to go to their house. They haven't acted creepily towards me. I might be able to meet Ophelia, too.
Teagan starts the car, but they don’t pull out of the parking space yet.
“That would be okay with me. If I stayed the night, I wouldn't have any clothes to wear.”
“That shouldn't be a problem, darling. I have a room that you could use, and I have some spare clothes that you should be able to wear. How does that sound?”
“Are you sure that's okay? I hate to invade your personal space.”
“Darling, I invited you to my house. You wouldn't be invading.” They reason with you.
‘That is true, they invited me over. It's not like I invited myself.”
“Okay, I'll stay the night.”
“I'm glad to hear it, darling.”
The ride to Teagan's house isn't too bad. You leave the city area, and there are still homes around, but it's not as packed as a city. Teagan takes one final turn into a paved driveway. The house is a decent size, definitely matches the aesthetic Teagan has. Like everything else Teagan has, the house has been well-kept and renovated.
“I like being near the city, but not actually in it. It's too loud in the city, hard for me to focus.” Teagan says, parking the car at the end of the driveway. Like the time before, once they are out, they open the door for you.
“Your house is so pretty. I bet you get that a lot.” They lead you inside the house and give you a tour. Walking in through the front door, you are met with a living room. The room looks just how you thought it would be. There's a piano in the corner, and the colors are all muted and dark. There's a fireplace; however, it's a realistic fake one. The kitchen is right beside the living room. The kitchen has the same color theme, but it's more modern. The bathroom is back through the living room and the office in the back. The office has more instruments and a collection of records alongside the workspace.
Next, you go upstairs, and there’s Teagan’s room, looking just like you thought it would. After that, there is a spare room with a bathroom. There's another piano and more random music supplies. Teagan tells you that it's a storage room, but also a bit of an activity room.
“Lastly, we have the room you are staying in. I don't have much in there now, but it will be decorated soon.” They open the door and let you walk through first.
The room isn't as dark as the rest of the house. The lighter colors that cover the room make the room seem really bright. There's some furniture in the room: a bed, a nightstand with a lamp, a dresser, and a shelf. There's a closet as well, but it's closed.
‘This room is really different from the rest. The whole house has dark grey, blue, or brown walls, but these are light gray. Compared to the rest of the house, it is basically empty of decor. Yet it still matches the vibe of the rest of the house. It feels warm and cozy.’
“How are you going to decorate this room?” You ask them, curious why this room is different.
“I don't know yet. It will probably match the rest of the house, just in a lighter way.”
“I like it. You'll have to let me see it when it's done.”
“Will do, darling. Would you like to have some dinner? I'm getting a bit hungry.”
“I'm probably getting hungry too.”
You and Teagan go downstairs to the kitchen. Teagan refuses to let you help them cook, so you watch them organize and start the meal.
‘I had a lot of fun today. I thought the cherry on top was having ice cream, but now I think it is being able to spend time here.’
“I had fun too, darling. I'm glad you are enjoying spending time here.” They say, cutting up more ingredients.
‘I didn't just say that out loud. Did I? I don't think I did. Did they just respond to my thoughts?’
Teagan pauses what they are doing and looks at you.
“This was bound to happen eventually, darling. I have something to tell you.” They say, putting the knife down, putting a stop to the meal.
‘They can't be hearing what I'm thinking, it's got to be something else.’
“I hate to break it to you, daring. But I can. I've been like this all my life. There's no stopping it from happening. I can hear what everyone thinks.”
“So you've heard everything I’ve thought when I'm near you?”
“Yes, I have. I live out here because of it. I don't mind hearing your thoughts, though.”
“Ummmm, okay?” You say as they continue making the meal. You stay quiet for a minute, thinking about the things they could have heard. They did reassure you after you thought about them not enjoying the zoo.
“Sometimes it's hard to tell if someone is thinking or speaking. That's why I accidentally responded to you just now. But before, when you were thinking about me like that, I had to make sure you knew I liked it there.”
“So, you've been like this your whole life?” You say, trying to act cool.
“Yeah, as a kid, it was confusing and sometimes scary. I didn't understand why I could hear things other people didn't. I was quiet most of my life till I figured it out. It’s easier now to get along with people. It's also why I found you at the pet store. I heard you were thinking about your lost phone, so I found it for you.” They explain to you, putting a dish into the oven and setting a timer.
“Why not just let me find it?”
“I didn’t like seeing you upset like that. I knew after that, I couldn't let you be upset like that anymore. Which is why you can live here now, you can decorate your room however you'd like.” They say, walking out of the kitchen and up the steps. You follow them out of disbelief, wanting more answers.
“Teagan, I can't live with you. I've-”
“You can call me mama and papa now. I don't care which, you can even switch between them.” They interrupt you. They lead you into the room they have deemed as yours. Going over to the drawers, they pull out some of their own comfortable clothes, giving them to you.
“Papa?”
“Yes, you can call me that. It's only fitting that you call me that if I'm taking care of you. You can change into those clothes and meet me downstairs. I've got to check on the food.” With that, they close the door, letting you have some privacy to change.
You stand there for a minute, thinking about what has happened since you got to the house. They can hear your thoughts, and they want you to live with them so they can take care of you. How are you supposed to leave if they can hear your thoughts regardless? You couldn't even attempt to plan any without them knowing.
You end your thoughts because you can't do anything about it now, and don't want to figure out what will happen if you try to leave. So you change into their clothes and meet them downstairs.
“Darling, the food has just gotten done. I'm glad you aren't trying to leave. I would be heartbroken if you were.” They say, placing food in front of you.
You pick up the silverware, just trying to go with the flow and not make them upset. They sit beside you at the table.
“Wait until we can decorate your room. We'll get whatever you'd like. We could also get you some toys and some activities. How would you like to have a desk too?”
Teagan goes on and on talking about how they are happy to have you here, and they can't wait to do things with you. You have no other choice but to deal with it. Maybe one day you will feel the same way they do.
Ok hear me out yandere!Macroburst x enabler-ish reader who is also kinda obsessed
( I guess a continuation of your yandere!Macroburst x reader because they have my heart and I’m going to be annoying about them👀)
I don’t know if you did this idea yet but I kinda liked the idea of a reader who kinda enables the yandere behavior. (intentional or not) due to fearing abandonment and believing that it’s all just innocent love.
I also feel like yandere!Macroburst and Reader would actually make some type of progress into a relationship (probably a more secret relationship because of Everseer which could be seen as an act of rebellion)
(Like image Gamma Jack finding out Reader is also a freaky enabler💀)
I LIKE THE WAY YOU THINK ANON!! YUMMERS!! I'm going to put a silly straw into your brain and drink all of your ideas like a yummy juice🧃!!!
I will go the unintentional route!! :3
Yandere! Macroburst x Reader 🌬🍃🪁
(Also, I have shortened Macroburst to Mac in some bits! :3)
It seemed to be a lot more windy than usual, hm. When you would mention it to your neighbors, they seemed confused and shrugged. Did nobody else notice the almost constant windy conditions?
Well, at least your favorite windchime made pretty noises, and the little pin wheels in your garden spun with their bright colors. 🎐
The wind was helpful. You were even able to fly a kite in your backyard! You always struggled with it, but it was like the wind was actually helping you. 🪁
Then, a small box appeared in your mailbox. It's a Sunday! Mail isn't supposed to be delivered today! You take it inside and open it, undoing the colorful ribbon tying everything together. The box was full of your favorite candy, pressed flowers, a small plushie of your favorite animal, and a letter. Opening it, there was a sketch of you. You were drawn smiling with soft pastels and flowing lines, almost dreamlike.
"You knock the wind out of me with your smile. I'll see you soon, sunshine."
Your stomach felt funny. You never had a secret admirer before! But something felt a little off. Hmm... but whoever gifted you this seemed so sweet!
A couple of days passed, and you were getting ready for bed. You noticed the curtains shifting, and you turned around to see someone sitting on your windowsill!
Macroburst smiled at you. They looked so dashing, the moonlight illuminating their facial features. Mac let out a giggle and moved closer towards you.
This... all feels so odd, but.. this isn't stalking, right? Normal people wouldn't appear at your window and enter, but.. Macroburst has. Well, maybe an exception can be made for them!
"I've been the one making your wind chime ring throughout the day, and I helped you fly your kite, and..." they trailed off, their face growing red. "Took a slice of pie that you put on the windowsill." They looked back at you with a mischievous grin. "I couldn't help myself! You bake such good pies! It was cherry too, my favorite..."
Night after night, Macroburst kept appearing in your bedroom, telling you about their advantages as a sidekick superhero. They often stroked your hair or cupped your face, growing bolder and bolder, even now kissing at your forehead.
They would sometimes sit at the edge of your bed, kicking their feet and grinning at you. The way their eyes watched your every move felt like they were trying to burn the image of you into their mind.
Mac was a nice person, really, but was this.. okay? It seemed a little funny to do, but.. they were so sweet!
Eventually, they took off their mask and allowed you to see their face. Mac was so nervous, their heart racing, and with trembling hands as they placed their mask to the side. Before you could say anything, Mac kissed you. Their heart pounded so hard they swore you could hear it. Their lips were warm and soft, and they tasted like chocolate. Mac always had a sweet tooth.
You and Mac were actually very good together as a couple. They would always dote on you, take you to fun and exciting places, and take so many photos of you. (They have several scrapbooks dedicated to you). Mac had such a playful and teasing personality, always kissing at your neck while you laughed and tried to wiggle away.
"No, Mac! Not here!"
"Shh, sunshine, no one can see me kiss you behind this tree!" Mac giggled as they pressed more kisses to your neck before looking around. "There's no law against kissing a pretty lady. In fact, It'd be a crime not to.." they mumbled before capturing your lips into a deep kiss.
Despite the occasional feelings of fear you got from Mac, like your gut was trying to tell you something was off about them, you ignored it. Mac had made big bucks after a busy crime season and bought the both of you a house.
It's a good thing everything worked out between the both of you, and that Mac never had to go back to Gamma Jack to heard his advice.
It's also a good thing you never found out that when a burglar was going to break into your home, Macroburst sent them so high into the air that when they came down, they just turned into a red splat on the ground!! 😳
(Also, they have to take a hot shower before seeing Everseer again. They can not have the cooties conversation again.)
You know what, I have so many ideas to torment the Yanderes. It’s better if I show them in prompt format.
🥬Vegan!Yandere vs. Butcher!MC/Reader/Self-Insert🥩
An outspoken vegan, who grew an unhealthy obsession with the MC/Reader/Self-Insert, who is a local butcher. While the Yandere is attempting to convert them into veganism, the butcher has a dark secret involving other protein sources and it also includes the Yandere as the main course. Yes, the MC/Reader/Self-Insert is secretly a cannibal.
(I’m sorry to any vegans out there. You all are awesome people.)
👑Royal!Yandere vs. Isekai’d!MC/Reader/Self-Insert🪖
A cruel figure who comes from a royal family and is in a political marriage with the supposedly “protagonist”. The usual storyline continues and unpleasant moments come up with the “protagonist” in tight situations. The Yandere thinks they had it all. Unfortunately for them, the MC/Reader/Self-Insert in question as the “protagonist” was former military from their old life and knows how to “interrogate” people for crucial information. However, in this case, they’ll be using their methods to serve karma upon the royal family, especially to their spouse.
(We all know those kinds of characters in webcomic series and novels. Such jerks who deserve a beating to get humbled.)
🧑🍳Michelin Chef!Yandere vs. Ramen Shop Owner!MC/Reader/Self-Insert🍜
A chef who has a background in fine dining became lovestruck with the ramen shop owner, the MC/Reader/Self-Insert. It all started with a simple bowl of ramen that was highly recommended at the time and the Yandere tried the dish, they were hooked. They wanted to thank the chef responsible for the noodles which was revealed to be the MC/Reader/Self-Insert, the chef and owner of the shop. And so, the Yandere tries everything to get their attention with high-end meals. Let’s hope the ramen shop owner isn’t some serial killer who picks certain customers of their business as the next victims, right?
(Honestly, this one is probably the most random but it could work.)
🩸Umbrella Scientist!Yandere vs. DSO Agent!MC/Reader/Self-Insert🔫
It’s self-explanatory. A DSO agent, the MC/Reader/Self-Insert investigates a possible illegal research in a hidden facility while the Yandere in question was obsessed with them since day one. Kind of like the scene between Leon Kennedy and Dr. Victor Gideon from Requiem. We know how that ended for the mad scientist in the game. The MC/Reader/Self-Insert would shoot the Yandere and they perish.
