Ooh how would Yandere! Omens react if someone from another band was flirting with you?
OH BOY! I hope they’re not a big band, they might suddenly disappear without warning 👀
It’s Noah who notices first. He does everything he can to stay composed—he can’t exactly start a fight with the lead singer of another band in the middle of tour. Still, his jaw is tight, knuckles white as he stands off to the side, forced to watch it all unfold. So instead of confronting the guy, he claims you in quieter, more possessive ways. His jacket finds its way onto your shoulders, his hand rests on your lower back just a little longer than necessary, backstage he pulls you close in photos, lips brushing your ear with a low, dangerous smirk and the reminder, “You’re mine. Let them see it.”
Outwardly, Jolly keeps his cool—just watching from a distance, quiet and unreadable, but behind the scenes, he’s already deep into the other band’s social media, picking apart their tour schedule, digging into their past, relationships, patterns—anything he can use. Then, when the moment’s right, he drops something casual. “Oh… you didn’t know? He says that kind of thing to every girl. Told the merch girl in Atlanta the same line.” It’s subtle. Just enough to make you second guess. He plants the seed of doubt, lets paranoia take root—until you start pulling away all on your own. Because if you don’t? Jolly might handle it his way.
Nicholas takes a softer approach, choosing manipulation. He doesn’t lash out—he plays the part of someone quietly heartbroken, like your attention to anyone else is something he’s trying so hard to understand. It starts subtly, just the right words to hook you. “You looked… happy with him. But it’s fine. I get it. I’m not enough.” You’re quick to reassure him, insisting you didn’t mean to upset him, and just like that, you’re tangled in guilt—leaning into him, clinging tighter, desperate to fix something he made you feel like you broke.
Out of all of them, Folio is the one who spirals fastest. He starts smothering you with attention—lavish gifts, private jokes, little surprises that seem sweet on the surface but are just ways to keep you anchored to him. He’s always there, always watching, always finding a reason to interrupt any conversation you have with someone else from the other band. He needs your eyes on him, your time, your thoughts wrapped so tightly around him that there’s no room for anyone else. And if your gaze strays for even a second, his voice dips low—right against your ear. “Don’t make me do something stupid just to keep you.” Because sure, Folio might be the quiet one, but if someone so much as looks at you the wrong way, let alone flirt? He’ll snap.
Then there’s Matt, who might be the calmest on the surface, but he’s easily the most calculating. He doesn’t raise his voice, doesn’t confront anyone. When he catches someone from the other band flirting with you, he doesn’t make a scene—he makes a plan. Suddenly, their dressing room gets reassigned, their soundcheck is mysteriously cut short, their passes stop working, and that overly friendly vocalist? Somehow, he never even makes it to the venue. Matt doesn’t need to threaten anyone out loud. He just erases them—quietly, efficiently—before they become a real problem.