hi! Could I have ddlc girls (Monika, Yuri, Sayori, Natsuki)’s reaction to number 27: they walk in on you changing, please?
The ddlc girls walking in on you changing
Monika
Monika Isn't embarrassed at all and in fact uses the opportunity to tease you even more.
She starts leaning on the wall with her hand and winks at you while grinning, she loves it when you blush because of her
Starts compliments you non stop trying to get you riled up or at least embarrassed so that you can be even cuter
While she definitely wouldn't mind if the situation escalated into something more...exciting she will leave if you tell her...not before snapping a quick picture for memories...and maybe later use
"Hey y/n have you seen-"
[Monika peeks her head into your room and after seeing you in the middle of taking your shirt off smirks and leans with her hand on the doorframe]
"What are you doing there cutie?~"
"M-monika? I'm changing!"
"Yeah I can see that, but I would like to see it from a better perspective if you know what I mean"
[She winks at you as you blush]
"L-leave, i'm changing now!"
"Alright Alright sorry, i was just teasing i'll leave now....but if you ever change your mind you know where to find me~"
[She sneakily snaps a picture and closes the door leaving you a blushing mess]
Yuri
Instantly regrets every decision that led her to this point (except agreeing to be in a relationship with you) and closes the door without saying anything
Outside she's hiding her insanely red face in shame and trying to hold back some blood coming from her nose and muttering about how stupid she is
When you come back she immediately hugs you and starts apologizing profusely, she's relieved to hear you don't mind but still needs some time to recover
....later she might...use the pen to try to get what she saw out of her mind
[Yuri is about to enter the room when she sees you inside and blushes profusely before closing it with a loud thud]
"....i'm such an idiot, why didn't I knock!? That's basic etiquette. Oh...y/n looked really cute though...a-are they mad!? Oh please don't be mad"
[You open only to get hugged by Yuri]
"I'm so sorry y/n, please forgive me i'll never do something like that again I swear it wasn't intentional i-"
"Eheh calm down yuri, it's fine, we're dating after all"
"....i-i suppose you're right. Thanks..plus you looked really beautiful"
"Thank you, you look beautiful too"
[You kiss her forehead as she blushes more]
Sayori
Whatever she's about to say dies in her mouth as her face becomes as red as the bow on her hair and her eyes and mouth widens
She starts stuttering and freezes on the spot, she wants to close the door apologize and leave but she genuinely can't. It's like her body isn't responding to her commands anymore
You have to be the one to close the door, change and then open it again. Only when she sees you clothed sayori starts speaking again and apologizing
She genuinely can't look at you too closely for like a day or else images of what she saw start flashing in her mind and she starts blushing all over again
"Y/nnn!! Please do you-"
[Sayori freezes and blushes when approaches your door]
"Oh sorry sayori i'm changing could you come back later?"
"Ah-i-i-i-i-eh....a-eh-ah-i'm s-s-"
[She just keeps stuttering and not moving so you close the door and change, when you open the door you still find her there with the same expression]
"...hey sayori...you ok?"
"O-oh y-yeah s-sorry..ehehe"
"It's fine sayori...Just knock next time ok?"
"O-of course"
Natsuki
Even before you realized she's in there looking at you she throws something at you and calls you a pervert. Somehow she thinks it's your fault that she walked in on such an intimate situation
She keeps yelling at you while blushing but for some reason doesn't make any effort to leave or close the door
If you tease her about actually enjoying the view that's when she'll actually shut up and close the door, letting you change...however she does slap you the next moment she sees you
She also blames you that she can't sleep well that night because of...everything she saw
[You're about to pull your pants off when suddenly you get hit in the face with a plushie]
"PERVERT!"
"H-huh natsuki what are you-"
"Have you ever heard of closing doors!? That's basic decency! If you don't even do stuff like that then I don't know why i even started to live with you in the first place!"
".....ok but can you close the door?"
"Eh?"
"I mean to me it seems like you don't mind too much, you didn't do anything to go away"
"S-SHUT UP PERVERT!"
[She closes the door with a loud thud as you quietly giggle to yourself]
hello again!! could I please request the ddlc girls with a gn s/o that has a bad smoking problem? They tried quitting before on multiple occasions but their cravings always got the best of them :(
I'd like to apologize for writing this so late. I should have made this sooner, but I just didn't. I don't have a smoking problem myself, so I'm sorry if this is inaccurate. Thank you for your patience ♥️
DDLC girls with an S/O who has a smoking problem
Natsuki: She (respectfully) nags you about your smoking problem, but she knows she can’t force you to stop. She will do her research and find you different alternatives, like maybe getting you gum to satiate the oral fixation. She bakes you treats as a reward every week as your progress goes on.
Sayori: She is vehement about your smoking problem, but understands it’s an addiction. She is very excited when you quit, leaving you post-it notes that she’s proud of you as a reminder. She will recommend you patches and advises you to seek therapy. Sayori will celebrate milestones with you, and makes you small gifts she made herself.
Yuri: Out of all the girls, she understands your problems the most. She never forces you to talk about your smoking problem, but she’s there to listen. If you want help, she already has candy you can suck on or straws to chew on. She will spend time with you to distract you from smoking, like taking you to the library or reading together.
Monika: She does her best to research your addiction, probably spending an entire night educating herself. She asks you how she can help and she's always there to listen to your troubles. Like Sayori, she will write down motivational notes for you around the house to help you feel better. She'll treat you to an outdoor picnic for lunch if you're having a particularly bad day.
Headcanon or oneshot where fem reader does her best to help Sayori's depression, making sure she knows reader loves her and care for her. Including some potential 'reader is straight, right?' Confusion from Sayori until she realizes her best friend has had a crush on her for years...
quiet edge.
Pairings: sayori x fem!reader
CW: sfw, female reader, wlw, mentions of depression, spoilers for toward end of act 1, implications of suicide, monika isn’t dead evil in the convo with sayori, reader lowk mean but inna ‘snap out of it’ way, very short, reader could either be interpreted as a lesbian or man hating bisexual, doesn’t matter she’s queer anyway, i don’t even know why i decided to start and rush a fic today ain’t nobody told me to do this, i guess i just wanted to get a fic out today, not proofread.
Synopsis: and there she stood. heart in her hands as her gaze lingered on you from afar, choking back stinging tears that she thought she could have no right to. not if it came at the cost of your contentment, one of which she assumed was true, only to come face with the truth that her light was only a door away.
A/N: ts so ahh…honestly I got nothing to say I’m so tired rn lmfao…now playing — jenny by studio killers. 🕯️
The wind lie frozen against your back, not so much as uttering a whistle nor a word to penetrate the deafening silence circling you whole. Blood stilled through every vein pulsing past the chilled goosebumps of your skin, tense and tingling the longer you found yourself unable to even touch the oak of the front door, standing thick and intimidating between you. A barrier laid forth between you and your best friend, keeping you two away from the touches of the other—a longing both sides so desperately craved.
You swallowed back your lingering discomfort biting up at you, clawing within your throat the longer you hovered past your shadow cast along the door, staring aimlessly at the arbitrary lines scattered and carved into the wood. Only growing more and more detailed the longer you stared, each noticeable crease perpetuating an additional sickening, awful thought branded into your mind. Nothing much you could have done, whether the worst awaited behind this door, or simply the usual greeting bundled in a wrap of fluffed out blankets.
Either way, you couldn’t bear to leave Sayori alone after the abrupt departure and peculiar behavior you had witnessed earlier today, the poor girl seeming far more downcast than usual as if her bubbly facade had shattered altogether. She hadn’t even tried to pretend anything was okay as she usually would have done. Rather, Sayori dismissed the sharpened edge of her problems so clearly etched into her chest, clinging onto them with an avoidant smile where they were meant to be tucked away.
On these occasions, you’d often provide Sayori with her needed space, albeit in silent sorrow from afar. Watching her fingers pinch around an eraser as she pressed it flat to her desk, streaking down lines on the wood in aimless doodles left behind and faded by the eraser. Strands of her ruffled coral hair sticking out, accompanied by the bags under her eyes being nothing short of sore evidence played right in your face. A reminder you’d pinpointed her turmoil, yet lighting a spark of your own discomfort, knowing you could do nothing to help.
To make matters worse, Sayori had practically bolted out of the classroom when it came to preparations for the festival today, riding on the excuse that she wasn’t feeling well as she hadn’t even dared to look back. Only pushing her chair in as it screeched against the floor, a prolonged noise that screamed her agony louder and louder as it dragged on. And you? You couldn’t do anything here.
Your knuckles rapped against the door lightly, wringing out two quiet thuds.
Nothing.
Clouds hovered over you, piled in thick heaps that obscured the bright gleams of the sun. Misting the once gentle blue of the sky into a dulled gray dead on the eyes. Not a peep echoed from within, your knocks being met with mere silencd in reply. Not even a shuffle, nor a sign that Sayori could be slumped behind that door.
Chest locked up, you couldn’t shake off that nagging feeling screaming in your ear repeatedly. Your head scrambling forth for various ideas as to why she couldn’t come to the door right now. Maybe she was asleep..? Sayori was a heavy sleeper after all. She could have a show cranked up to maximum volume in her living room, too preoccupied to come answer. Various answers could have sufficed, all of them seemed fairly on brand for her disorganized chaos.
Or..maybe she was..
No.
You shouldn’t even begin to think that.
Yet the way the deep grey of the sky loomed over you, shadow tinting your face in its muted lights almost begged to differ. A bad omen right before you, face to face in the eyes as it seemingly blocked out Sayori’s calls, almost as if nature itself was taunting you and handing you pessimistic advice on a plate. Drawing in another deep breath to calm yourself, you knocked against the door once more, this time making sure your knuckles hit the wood loud enough to catch her attention.
“Sayori? Are you in there?”
Ruffles of fabric began to drag behind the door, shuffling against the floorboards as footsteps quickly scurried toward the door. That lingering weight finally came undone from your wound up shoulders, a sigh of relief expelled past your lips as you heard your friend likely residing on the other side now.
“Hold on! I’m not ready yet!” she called out. Certainly a huge contrast from what she was like back at school a few hours ago, her voice chirping out in its usual higher tone.
Finally, the door clicked open, revealing none other than Sayori herself, bundled up in fluffs of a white blanket with patches of pitch black. She still beheld her disheveled appearance before you, groggily blinking her eyes open through her bleary gaze.
“..(Name)? What are you doing here?” she whispered, rubbing her eyes as her sights fixed onto you before her door.
“I just wanted to check on you.”
“Oh..you didn’t have to you know..” Sayori murmured, that same quiet edge lilted to her voice once more as she tore away from your eyes on her, fidgeting with her fingers.
You blinked, eyes wide as you took in the surroundings of her home. Scanning the vicinity with clothes piled off by edge of the couch, discarded paper cups scattered across various counters, and not to forget the crumpled papers tossed about on the coffee table in the living room. You could only imagine her room would just as bad as this. A testament to her waning will that slowly died away with each passing day as Sayori slowly began to loose meaning in performing menial tasks.
It wasn’t awful, and surely could be far more unpleasant. For instance being met with begrimed walls and soiled floors. Yet you knew that not even Sayori could live in those conditions, if anything she’d squirm away in no time. Glancing back at her, you shook your head, hand resting on her taut shoulder as you guided her to walk alongside you to her room.
“I know. I wanted to.”
—
Curled up in the comfort of her room, patters of rain streaked along her windows swiftly as the ocean of her blue gaze peered out to stare at each individual raindrop flowing down and out of sight at your side. She had eased herself with nothing but her own thoughts quietly by her side through these past few hours, thumb absentmindedly tracing the fuzz of her cow plush in silence—well, when she wasn’t consulting Mr. Cow for empty advice which he wouldn’t reply to, that was.
You resided directly behind the coral haired girl, squeezing your arms around her snugly as she laid back against your chest, still eyeing the rain falling onto the dampened roads a full story beneath. Both of your breaths were the only noise cutting through the dead silence and showers of rain, a pleasant shelter you two relished in among one another. Words now nothing but a luxury as the other’s company was a necessity in which you two clung on tight.
“…so, do you want to tell me what happened? Now that you’re a little better and I helped you clean your room.”
Sayori flashed you a smile, though it couldn’t be more obvious that her grin was empty. Hollowed out from within as the cracks in her mask had begun to slip through once more. Seemingly unimportant to her, yet wavered on the emotional toil of life and death for you, for the person you loved.
Wait— what?
Perhaps it was simply an intrusive thought. One you should pay no mind to.
Digging herself further into the cow blanket, Sayori’s face fell at the prospect of mentioning what upset her alone, head hanging low as she curved her back in a hunch.
“You’ve been taking care of me this whole time, and I haven’t even checked on how tired you are…of me.”
You immediately shook your head, palm brushing over her cheek as you instinctively cupped her face, jaw tight in tandem with the way your heart yearned to reach her. Hoped to plead out those assurances until she understood. But you knew words wouldn’t reach her, not by a long shot. For Sayori had always been walled away within the cave of her own battered heart, knees hugged to her chest and instinctively shutting out any comfort fired toward her.
After all, she always whispered to herself she wasn’t worthy of the simplest of adoration. That everything around her crumbled if she dared to impose her selfish feelings unto those she cared for. So it was best to keep it pocketed away, to make others smile to atone for the sin of being a burden that weighed the world down.
And yet…she never knew she glowed in your eyes, a bright gleam of sunshine that never dimmed out. Whose warmth brought life to those around her, yet never asked anything in return as she was the ray you walked toward. The one whom you’d interlace your fingers with, and the one who’s problems you took the burden of sharing with. Her problems burned at your very soul, making you feel the utter need to help her shoulder them, even if they hurt you in turn.
It wasn’t just an intrusive thought. You really did love her.
“Never. Not in a million years would I ever get tired of you.”
“…it wasn’t anything. I’ve just been getting worse. I can’t even get out of bed most days, nor can I bring myself to come to school.”
“I saw Monika go up to you earlier today..and you left..did she—?”
Sayori frantically shook her head, voice stuttering out.
“No! No. It’s nothing like that..she actually came to check on me and advised me to go home..”
“Hm..that’s good..” you acknowledged, taking note of Sayori’s every move.
“…I’m so stupid.” she finally croaked out, face buried in her palms as her fingers carded through her hair, digging violently into her scalp.
“What..? Wh—“
“No! I can’t help it! I shouldn’t like you like this but I do!” Sayori sobbed out, cutting you off effectively before drawing in a breath to continue.
“I shouldn’t be selfish like this..why does it hurt so much..?”
You didn’t dare to utter a word, or offer unwarranted comfort when she needed to spill her chest out. You only let her continue. Listening earnestly.
“I like you so much I want to die…I just want to disappear so you wouldn’t have to put up with me, or my feelings making everything go from bad to even worse..”
Her sniffles piled upon each other, trembles racking her body as she guarded herself further in a human shell—further away from you.
“…I’m sorry, (Name).”
“You have nothing to be sorry for.”
you immediately interjected, making her head snap up.
“But—“
“No. You don’t get to decide whether you’re selfish…and did I ever say I never liked you back? Or are you assuming my feelings for me?”
“That’s not-!” Sayori’s mouth fell open, trying to scramble for the words she was looking for. “..well do you?”
“I thought it was obvious.” You murmured, your own voice growing slightly shaky.
“And I thought you liked that one gu-“
“Don’t even finish that sentence. Ew.”
Through her tears, Sayori swallowed back that momentary sob crawling up her throat, one which had died down the moment you poured your own heart out as she did. She could feel your arms around her squishing tighter, almost like a promise to never let go. Like she was your everything that rested in your arms, savoring the way she relaxed with each passing moment residing within your comfort.
“Does this mean we’re dating now?”
You almost barked out a chuckle at the absurdly obvious question, yet held yourself back. Instead nuzzling your face into her hair in response.
“If I stay the night, and we skip tomorrow so I can take care of you..does that answer your question?”
“…it does. And I think I’d like that.”
A/N: well guess who’s back and writing yay!!! btw if a certain ho sees this hiiii hiiii helloooooooo hiiiiii say hi back in the comments you know who you are
HIHIHIHIHI :D CAN I PLS REQUEST THE DDLC GIRLS W A DYSLEXIC READER WHO STRUGGLES WITH READING ANS STUFF!!
REMEMBER TO DRINK LOTS OF WATER:)))
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── 𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐃𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐝𝐲𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐜! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
A/N: basing this off my own struggles with dyslexia
: ̗̀➛Back to source
╰┈➤ 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐫𝐢
Sayori is incredibly empathetic and encouraging. As soon as she finds out you have dyslexia, she gives you the biggest smile and says, “That’s okay! Reading should be fun, not stressful!”
She suggests reading poems out loud together in her room, so you can enjoy the rhythm and emotion without worrying about getting the words perfect.
She often picks short, simple poems when it’s her turn to share, because she doesn’t want you to feel overwhelmed.
She reassures you constantly “Your poems don’t have to be perfect, they just have to be you!”
Sayori is the first to cheer when you volunteer to read or share your writing. She’s like your personal hype squad.
10/10 over all been supportive!!
╰┈➤ 𝐘𝐮𝐫𝐢
At first, Yuri is unsure how to approach your dyslexia, but once she understands it better after doing her research, she becomes very thoughtful and accommodating.
She offers to annotate complex passages or highlight helpful reading strategies like breaking down longer words.
Yuri is very patient. She never interrupts or corrects you harshly, and she always gives you time.
She writes you little notes with gentle encouragement in the margins of books, like “You’re doing great” or “This part reminded me of you.”
She might even share some audiobooks or recordings of her reading her favorite works aloud, so you can enjoy literature in a way that works for you.
╰┈➤ 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚
Monika is very understanding and knowledgeable. She probably already researched dyslexia before you even told her.
She offers to adjust club activities, like allowing audio submissions, visual poems, or more flexible reading options.
She gives you extra time when reviewing poems and encourages creativity in your writing that isn’t limited by spelling or structure.
Monika might recommend assistive tools or fonts designed for dyslexic readers and makes sure the club’s materials are more inclusive.
“Literature is about expression,” she tells you. “It’s not about how fast you read or how perfect your grammar is, it’s about what you feel.”
╰┈➤ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢
Natsuki pretends not to care at first, but she actually goes out of her way to help you feel comfortable.
She lends you her manga because the images help with context, and she points out how comics are just as valid as “real books.”
When you struggle with reading, she might tease a little “You’re worse than me!”, but I’m a loving way.
She’ll read aloud dramatically with silly voices to make it fun, especially if you’re embarrassed to try reading aloud yourself.
Natsuki is secretly super proud when you start enjoying the stories she loves , even if it takes a little extra time to get into them.
There's no topic, just something that randomly popped in my head
Yuri always seems too quiet for the room she’s in. Even when people around her are loud — laughing, arguing, filling the space with noise — she exists as if half a tone lower than everyone else. She doesn’t disappear, no she simply shifts. Like the shadow of a bookcase you only notice if you deliberately look for it. She doesn’t like being the center of attention, yet sometimes she catches herself on a strange thought: if she were gone, would anyone notice right away — or only a couple of days later, when someone realizes the pages in the corner no longer rustle?
She doesn’t read for the plot. The plot is just an excuse. The real value of a book for her lies in the pauses: in what’s left unsaid, in the heavy air between the lines, in the feeling that the author understands something important and frightening but doesn’t dare to say it outright. Yuri loves books that press down on you. Books that leave you with the sense that you’ve looked into someone else’s mind and seen too much. Sometimes it seems to her that such books are the only ones that speak to her honestly.
Her love of knives isn’t about violence or threat. It’s almost meditative. Yuri is fascinated by balance: the cold of the metal, the precision of the form, the feeling of control over something perfectly simple. A knife doesn’t lie. It’s either sharp or it isn’t. It either rests steadily in your hand or it doesn’t. In a world where emotions blur and spill over, that sense of clarity feels like salvation.
Yuri often blushes not because she’s shy around people, but because she’s afraid of being misunderstood. Every word is a risk for her. Too soft — and no one will hear it. Too sharp — and they’ll be frightened. She turns phrases over in her head for a long time before saying them out loud, and even then she keeps returning to the conversation again and again, mentally correcting intonations that can no longer be changed.
When Yuri becomes attached, she does so too deeply. Not gradually — but all at once, headfirst, as if diving into cold water without checking the depth. She doesn’t know how to love halfway. If someone becomes important to her, they take up a lot of space in her thoughts — sometimes too much. And that scares her. She’s more afraid of her own intensity than of someone else’s coldness.
Her loneliness isn’t loud. It doesn’t demand attention, doesn’t sob uncontrollably. It’s quiet, viscous, like fog. Sometimes Yuri can spend an entire day among people and still feel isolated, as if there’s glass between her and everyone else. She sees emotions, hears words, but doesn’t always feel she has the right to be part of it.
Yuri senses other people’s boundaries well — perhaps because her own feel too blurred. She’s careful, polite, tries not to intrude. But inside her, chaos often rages: thoughts, anxieties, fantasies she shows no one. The contrast between her outer restraint and inner storm is what exhausts her the most.
Her poems aren’t an attempt to be liked. They’re a way to survive. When Yuri writes, it’s as if she carefully opens herself up from the inside, word by word, so the pressure eases just a little. She rarely rereads what she’s written. Shame mixes with relief, and she isn’t sure she’s ready to look again at the place those lines came from.
Yuri doesn’t consider herself a good person — and that may be one of her most painful thoughts. She knows her dark sides too well: obsessive ideas, impulses that frighten even her. And yet she genuinely wants to be gentle. She wants not to cause harm. She wants to be someone’s quiet, reliable presence, not a source of anxiety.
When Yuri feels acceptance — real, calm, without pressure — she blooms slowly, almost imperceptibly. She starts to speak a little more. To smile hesitantly, but sincerely. She shares books that mean too much to her. That’s her form of trust. And if someone treats it carelessly, she closes herself off for a long time.
Yuri doesn’t need drama. She needs someone who can withstand silence beside her. Someone who won’t demand that she be simpler, cheerier, more “normal.” Someone who understands that her complexity isn’t a pose or a whim, but a way of existing in a world she feels too sharply.
Sometimes it seems to her that she’s a character in a book everyone is reading the wrong way. And all she wants is for someone to finally read it to the end — without being frightened by the difficult chapters.
Request: Could You Do Yandere Headcanons For Sayori (DDLC)?
Warning(s): Unhealthy Lifestyle (On Sayori's end), Self Deprecation, Angst (I'm fr cranking this stuff up because aksjkwkwj)
To get things started, Sayori is a very selfless yandere who only wants to make you happy. Sure, she has her moments where she'd like to be selfish with you, but the overwhelming guilt just stops her. So she's put herself in the sidelines for you. The only reason she'd actually put more into pursuing you is either you instigating (of course you none the wiser) or the thought of you never talking to her again becoming too much for her. Even before this, she cherishes you to the point where she would rather die than see you upset/disappointed in her.
In terms of what type of yandere she is, I'd say she's more of a submissive and obsessive yandere. When I mean by submissive, I am referring to the fact that Sayori is a yandere who's emotionally dependent on her darling. To an extreme, but she can manage keeping this information away from you. A large part of her believes that you are what gives her life meaning. You're the reason why she can muster the strength to get up in the morning. Without you, what is the point of it all? It is so unhealthy that Sayori gets extremely anxious when she introduces you to the literature club. Why did she even do this in the first place? She asks herself but she knows that she'd love to have her friends be friends with one another.
Plus, it'd be selfish of her to keep you to herself, she chides. It's better though...being able to spend more time with you in the club. Sayori didn't like the idea of leaving you behind for a simple get together with the others. So, what better way than to bring you along? You'd even love it! However, there's these nagging feeling. It's so...narcissistic to want to show you her writing skills. Are you annoyed that she dragged you along? Maybe you only agreed because she was your friend? Ugh, couldn't she have considered how you felt instead of assuming you'd enjoy being here? She didn't even tell you. How could she just push this onto you!? Are you upset with her? God, why can't these thoughts get out of her head!?
Then you're there. You're here. The noise is gone as she looks at the smile on your face. That's what she was always after. The smile on your face and the sound of your laughter. It's enough to bring her back to reality. She can't lose that. The thought of you leaving brings tears in her eyes as she sobs in the school bathroom. She had nightmares about it before, so Sayori works to the best of her ability to keep you happy. As long as you were happy, she was as well...
The only thing you'd notice out of all of this would be her depression and low self-esteem. You wouldn't really suspect that she was a yandere. It'd play out similar in the game, where you discover her her internal struggles and reassure her that she's not a burden. Sayori is delighted to hear that from you, but again, her thoughts eat at her. She's upset that she made you worry so much about her. It must've been such an inconvenience... You'd have to be very adamant with her, which only causes her to have the need to cling even more. You're only digging a deeper hole.
Sayori doesn't get jealous, she feels envy. She is envious of others who hang out with you. They are so carefree. So free. They didn't hold the gnawing guilt of being too clingy or annoying around you. They can freely be themselves without trouble. She wanted to do that too, but fears she may overstep. She's already your childhood friend, you're probably tired of seeing her too often. It's better to see other people once in a while. Sometimes Sayori would like to be able to read your mind. Then she'd be able to cater to you better. It wouldn't be so hard to guess or assume.
When it comes to danger, she's more of a danger to herself than anyone else. So please keep in mind to watch over her since she may neglect her basic needs. Sayori will lose sleep and forget to eat often. She'll try to act like her bubbly self, but you notice it's not the same. Her eyes don't shine like they always do and her smile seems tired. Confronting her is good, but she will be sent into a spiral. Although she loves the fact that you care so much for her, the ugly thoughts in her mind say that she hates how much attention she's getting for this. They tell her how much she's making herself look pitiful just for you to look only at her. It's...extremely conflicting.
It's a completely different story when she becomes club president as finally wakes up to the true reality. Everything...was fake? No. Her feelings for you weren't fake, they were real. So real that it hurt. Whatever opinion she had on Monika before being a yandere is now...resentment. It was not Sayori who was selfish, it was Monika. She made her feel so awful about loving you to the point of...her mind couldn't fathom such actions. Now, she knew that she couldn't let go of you. Not ever. No matter how much the former club president pleaded for the game to stop. It's too bad, Sayori was now in charge. Just Sayori.
can you do poly relationship with ddlc girls x reader?
Poly relasionship headcanons
𝆹𝅥 Romantic headcanons
𝆹𝅥 Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki (DOKI DOKI LITERATURE CLUB)
The friendship between all of them has been build with time and care after joining the literature club, there has been some problems here and there but nothing that couldn't be solved with talking, the dynamic has been slowly grow to a comforting and peaceful relasionship and, at the end, the love that grow to feel every single one of them for the other felt just as comforting as the friendship
Of course, it was something everyone sit down to talk about and took in consideration, and since you were also the object of their affection you have been taken in consideration in every moment, and despite being everyone willing and happy to be in a relasionship together it took quite a while to get used to be in a relasionship, after all the relasionship have become more intimate, so for the sake of everyone things were happening slowly
Most of the time is either Monika or Sayori the glue for all of them, not that the relasionship couldn't fuction without them but they were the ones who were more interested in having dates in group and making the plans, of course Yuri and Natsuki did have some ideas to where they would like to go in a date but they were a bit more hesitant and flustered at first about the topic
Dates in group where just as common as going in dates and hanging out in pairs, everyone make sure to let the other known that no one was being left behind, that no one was more loved than the others, but since everyone struggle a bit with relating with others (and Yuri and Natsuki are slighly more introvert and reserved) it was for their own comfort to not always being the five together, and to prevent any problem everyone was always notifing the other if just two or even three were hanging out and what they were doing
There are always geatures of love between everyone, small and meaningful gifts, thoughtful recomendation and advices, physicaly affection is not the strenght of anyone aside from Sayori but words love and acts of service never lack between all of them!
Whenever there was a problem everyone made sure to comunicate it, if it was inside of the relasionship it would be a bit of hesitation but at the end everyone sit down to talk it in a peaceful enviroment, after all, all have been the comfort zone of each other for a while now, it was better to take time to sit down and talk to make sure there were no misundertandings and to help each to express themselfs in the best way posible
If any of them were having a problem outside of the relasionship everyone were always there to show support and do everything they could to help, for example Yuri and Sayori are better to comfort with words while Monika and Natsuki are better to do something to help solve the problems
It grew to be something normal that most of the time all of you spend together is more quality time, despite being a relasionship of 5 is quite peaceful and lay back, the love is more discreet but not less meaningful nor less sincere, and more than one any of them have open up in the most peaceful time about how happy the relasionship makes everyone feel, and how the feeling is mutual
