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you liked 4 of my posts in a row, you may as well just confess your undying love and devotion to me
a yandere with you, an oblivious, ditzy darling.
it's adorable as it's baffling, how you haven't picked up on a single clue despite it being right under your nose, how you look to him as such a great friend. worst of all, he's bad at this kind of stuff.
his tall, lanky frame not helping the way he trips over himself while following you in plain sight, wide eyes and flustered cheeks as he slips once again (not like anyone but you was fooled to begin with) about his... tendencies.
but you are none the wiser, especially right now, when you gasp:
"what is this?"
your soft, surprised voice rings out. his heart drops. your hand is nestled deep into his bag, and you seem to have one of his things — or rather, yours. in fact, multiple trinkets that have him gulping and itching to reach towards the rope and equipmwnt he keeps in his closet. oh, god, this is it.
"love, i can explain —!"
you hug him, "oh, thank you!"
uh... what?
gushing, you beam with a smile that could rival the stars' brightness and glory, tugging on his shirt in excitement. "i was looking for these everywhere; you're such a sweetheart."
the tips of his ears are a deep shade of red, his lips forming an o in apallment and delight. his hands are nearly shaking with adrenaline as he looks down at your eager expression, falling even deeper for you. he didn't even know this was possible, not before you.
he strokes a strand of your hair back, smiling. he wouldn't dream of shattering his beloved's heroic image of him. no, this is perfect.
just right.
i guess he doesn't need to resort to brash methods at the end of the day.
death will NOT do us part. move ur ass over I'm getting in the coffin too.
yan delinquent x reader
summary: who knew the scariest person in school would have a thing for being called a good boy?
The scowl on his face would've scared off any other classmate of yours. Who in the right mind would dare to piss off the famed delinquent of your school?
"What." He barked out, his eyebrows furrowed with annoyance.
This all started with a dare, a dare your friends didn't expect you to accept. On any other day you would've refused, but you were bored, and you'd be lying if you said that you weren't a little curious about how things would play out.
So far, nothing out of the ordinary. Slightly surprising he even bothered to walk over to you when you called him.
You could tell his patience was wearing thin from the way his frown deepened. "Could you pass me those files on the top shelf?" You asked, pointing to the item in question.
"Hah?" Confusion won over his annoyance. Considering how you were definitely tall enough to take it yourself, his reaction wasn't unfounded. You weren't sure if he was questioning your sanity or your audacity to ask this of him, but you nodded nonetheless.
With an annoyed click of his tongue, he grabbed the files before shoving them in front of you.
You smiled at him. "Good boy."
No babe, you're possessiveness and obsessive tendencies make you insanely hot!! I'd do anything you'd ask me to do.
there's no such thing as too clingy, or too obsessive. it's not unhealthy at all, your therapist is just lying again.