yandere x yandere reader except it gets weird when you discover he’s just as obsessed with you as you are with him
You spend so much time watching him from the sidelines. Close but not too close. Just enough to hear him laughing with his friends. Enough to get a whiff of his shampoo and conditioner.
Enough to get you through the day.
You follow him home. Snap pictures of him while he changes. Wait until the lights go off then quietly make your way back home. You never noticed him smiling as he slips his shirt off or how his curtains are closed and he only deliberately open them when he changes.
You don’t notice how his eyes are always on you or how quickly he turns his head when you look his way to keep up the pretense of not knowing you exist.
You were content with just watching.
It was enough for you.
But not for him.
He was getting antsy. When are you going to finally talk to him? Isn’t this the part where you kidnap him and you realize he feels the same way about you and you both live happily ever after completely obsessed with each other and killing for each other?
He decided to take initiative.
You wake up groggy and unable to move your body. Wrists and ankles bound to the wooden chair you’re sitting on. The first thing your eyes see is a wall covered with your pictures. You sleeping, eating, showering or just going about your day. The underwear that went missing weeks ago thrown on the bed on the other side of the room. As your eyes scan the room you notice more and more of your belongings that went messing a long time ago and gave up on finding.
Hair ties, bras, necklaces.
Is this your karma for stalking the guy you have a crush on? It must be.
Then you realize it. This is his room.
You never noticed all behind the tree you always hid behind when you spied on him. You only caught glimpses of his room and you never dared to go in his house but you can still recognize it.
You hear a creaking sound and your eyes snap to the door slowly opening revealing the man you’ve been obsessing over for weeks now.
He notices you’re awake and beams “Darling you’re awake! Good. I was getting worried with how long you were sleeping.”
You shift in your restraints “..What’s happening right now?” He chuckles and walks closer “What do you mean silly? You were taking to long so I decided to do it for you!” Whatever he was talking about, it still wasn’t clicking fort “Too long to..?” He shakes his head “To just fess up and say you love me! I tried to be patient, I really did!” He kneels in front of you his hands resting on your knees. “I tried to pretend I didn’t see you lurking around me. Pretend I just happened to leave the curtains open while changing like it wasn’t all for you. Like I wasn’t showing off all the time I spend in the gym for you.” He starts rambling manically. Eyes wide and pupils blown out. Chuckling and gasping between sentences.
Reality washes over you like ice cold water.
The guy you’ve been obsessing over is a compete stranger. You thought you knew him but the crazed man in front of you is a stranger. A mere reflection of yourself and darkest parts of you.
Is this what you looked like? What you acted like?
You shake your head and squirm catching his attention “Sorry if they’re a bit tight darling. Just wanted to play into the fantasy y’know? I mean, if I woke up tied up in your room I’d be the happiest man alive.” He grins up at you and you’re not sure if you should laugh or be deeply disturbed.
Your body slumps, defeated from trying to loosen the rope that’s starting to burn your skin. You look at him still kneeling in front of you, eyes wide expectantly and excitement bouncing off him you could almost imagine a tail swaying behind him. You shake your head “I think we both need psychiatric help..” He furrows his brows “What do you mean darling? We’re perfect for each other!” You cringe “Yeah..no this is weird. Can you untie me?” His eyes darken “I’m not letting you go anywhere darling, this is what you wanted remember?”
You would have preferred if he just filed a restraining order against you if you’re being honest. Now you’re stuck with him forever.
PLEASE CAN WE HAVE SOME MORE FREAK4FREAK TIM DRAKE X READER
ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY SKITTISH SERF 🙏
gn reader, no use of y/n (there is one (1) use of [partner] in this, but I think you'll find it acceptable given the context. I physically could not make myself use [name] though, so be grateful for that)
A/N - this is kind of a special one. I've just hit 85 followers and I am Very Excited about it. Thank you guys for reading these, it really does mean a lot to me. You guys make me feel like I'm famous lol, so here's a little thing about you and Tim Drake being famous together. Enjoy!
Tim Drake-Wayne is a celebrity. Not just a local Gotham celebrity, a global celebrity.
So when you make an instagram post about your birthday vacation to Miami with your boyfriend ("Thanks for the best birthday ever, TimTam <3"), none other than Timothy Drake himself, the internet... breaks. Just a little bit.
Of course, initially people think it's fake, that you AI'd him into your post and tagged him to make seem real. You get a lot of shit for it from your friends until-
("It'll be even better next year, I promise. London, maybe? Or Paris?")
He comments on your post. His official photography account posts all the pictures he took of you on the trip. He even tags you in the post.
Your friends freak out. They didn't believe you at first. They ask you sooo many questions about him.
"What's he like?" - "He's kinda perfect, honestly."
"What does he smell like??" - "Uh. What?"
"What did he get you for your birthday?" - "Oh, you know, new jewelry, some new clothes, the Coach Brooklyn Bag. Nothing crazy."
"Is he really taking you to Paris for your next birthday?" - "Ugh, no, I don't know why he said that. We're going to Paris for Christmas, and then London for my next birthday."
Your friends have no idea that Tim is watching that whole conversation through one of the hidden cameras in your apartment.
Your post goes viral, and you gain several thousand followers almost overnight. Tim takes you to the next gala he has to attend, and he spares no expense. He makes sure you're dressed to the nines, all jewelry and designer clothing. The pictures of you from that night are everywhere the next morning. Tim saves the best ones in a folder on his computer, just like he does with all the other pictures he has of you.
News outlets start asking the two of you for interviews. Vicki Vale is among the first to reach out. The interview goes perfect, obviously. She asks the typical questions, all of which you and Tim rehearsed answers for. Most of your answers are honest, anyway, aside from how you two met. You couldn't very well tell her you woke up to Red Robin practically bleeding out on your fire escape all those months ago, rain pattering against the windows... That's a story you and Tim will be keeping to yourselves.
Whenever you two are out in public, especially when you're together, there are always cameras on you. Some barista once made the poor choice of leaving her number on your coffee cup. She was fired within the hour. It doesn't stop happening. You're a very attractive person, and some people just can't help themselves. Some college kid stared at you for too long one time and Tim hacked their laptop and deleted the term paper they'd been working on. It happens so much it becomes a meme; "POV you caught the 'i flirted w tim drakes partner' curse and you got hit by a bus twice in one week". People catch on very quickly to how possessive Tim is over you.
It's only a few weeks later that they realize you're just as possessive as he is. One of the IT guys, a new transfer from Metropolis, is chatting with Tim in the elevator and hands him his phone number as he leaves. The poor guy didn't even know Tim was dating anyone. He isn't really expecting a text from Tim, but he certainly isn't expecting a text from you.
"hit on him again and your master's degree disappears."
He posts a screenshot of the text. It goes viral in under an hour, and you've been tagged in the comments more times than you can count. People are asking if it's real, if you really sent that text. You tag him and type out a short answer in the comments: "Yeah, that was me. Tim wanted to transfer you to the Texas branch, but I figured you'd prefer an ominous text to the deep south lol"
People start to be little obsessed with you after that. They start making edits of the two of you, making playlists titled things like "the kind of love i can only dream of", with a picture of you two as the cover image. As avid Tumblr users, you and Tim both see the Tim Drake-Wayne x [partner]!reader fics. Apparently, people are really into relationships with equally loving and creepily possessive partners. Who knew? (A/N - Me. I knew.)
Everyone loves you guys. Well. Everyone loves Tim, anyway. Most people love you, too. And the ones that don't love you? The ones that hate you and call you a golddigger?
They want to be you so bad they're choking on their own jealousy.
A/N - I will be continuing this and writing a meet-cute prequel. Idk if I made that hint obvious enough lol. Also the questions Vicki asks are literally what came up on google when I searched "what do people usually ask when they interview celebrity couples" lmaoo. Also also, would you guys like me to make a "the kind of love i can only dream of" playlist yes/no??
Edit 6/3/26: I made the playlist lol, you can find it here
Ik this is different from my platonic stuff so don't read if u want platonic
This is long so beware..idk how to do a word count bc I'm not writing this on docs
Both reader and yandere are 18. Not bc they do anything sexual, but just bc I feel comfortable writing them this age. They are seniors in high school, about to graduate.
CW: Reader is a loser. BAD. I mean BAD. Insecurity, obsession, Reader has low self esteem, bullying, loner reader, typical yandere stuff, blood, murder, death, unhealthy relationships, neglectful and implied abusive parents.
You sniffle, staring at your stupid pathetic face in the mirror. The woman on the Youtube tutorial made it look so easy. A few pumps of foundation, a swoosh of mascara, a dab of blush, and she looked perfect.
While you look like a mess. The foundation isn't the right color, cakey in some spots. The blush is too red. The mascara is clumpy. Your lovely Cecil would recoil in disgust if he saw this. You're suprised he hasn't done that already. You check the time. 7:21.
Shit! You jump up, running to the bathroom to quickly scrub the makeup off of your face with soap. You let out a sob, hiccuping. You just want to be beautiful for your darling. You want to be able to compare to all of the other girls at school. They're flawless, and you're just a disgusting rat.
But no time for anymore of that! You're about to miss your daily ritual of watching Cecil walk to school! You grab your backpack, running out the door of your home. You run a few blocks, panting until you see Cecil. He's walking with his friends. You stare at his back, whimpering quietly. So beautiful!
He must be an angel. Must! With that light blonde hair that shines in the sun, and those baby blue eyes that entrance anyone he makes eye contact with! Cecil is pure. Your Iove is a god you can never touch. It hurts your heart to know it is true.
You follow the group all the way to school, staring longingly. You go to your first period, nervously tapping at your phone while you wait for class to start. The bell rings, and Cecil sits in his assigned seat beside you. You have to hold back a squeal.
You really did start crying at the beginning of the year when the teacher assigned Cecil to sit beside you. You vividly remember him smiling and handing you tissues while all your other classmates gave you dirty looks for crying over that. Tears of happiness, of course!
Since this is one of your two required classes as a senior, the teacher makes the class start to take notes. You reach into your backpack, finding..well..no pencils. No paper either "Oh.." You whine, pouting at your nearly empty backpack. Only a crumpled folder and a sad looking binder
"Ah." Cecil peeks over your shoulder, peering down at your empty backpack. "Hear you are, Y/N." He slides a sheet of paper and a brand new pencil unto your desk. "If you need anything else, don't hesitate to ask, okay?"
"Uhh..aa..yes.." You stammer, your voice failing you. You quickly turn away, face flushed. God, you're such a pathetic fucking loser! Can't even..speak to the love of your life! You quickly write down your notes, mentally beating yourself up the entire time.
First period comes and goes. In second, you're unfortunately sitting on the other side of the classroom from Cecil. Your lower lip is jutted out the entire time as you watch him. So unfair! The girl beside him touches his arm, and you're so upset. You wish that was you. You turn your gaze away, not noticing how Cecil jerks his arm away from her.
In third, you sigh. "Hah.." You lay your head down on your desk, stomach rumbling. All classes eat before third, in their third period classrooms. You didn't bring any lunch, and the free lunch is your least favorite today. You also didn't have anything for breakfast, so you're starving!
And yet, you won't eat. Skinny girls are pretty. You're trying to be very skinny for Cecil. He would love you if your stomach was completely flat and there was no fat on your body- You jolt when someone sits beside you. No one ever sits beside you.
You turn your gaze, making eye contact with Cecil. You nearly melt in your seat, face quickly flushing. "Hey." Cecil greets, already smiling. "H-Hi..uhm..uhh.." You squeak. Cecil slides a lunchbox your way, concern written on his face. Oh god. He looks so beautiful!
"I noticed you haven't been eating these past few days." He has noticed something about you!? "You don't like the free lunch either huh? Don't starve yourself. If you didn't like it, you should have told me."
TOLD HIM!? A bead of sweat trickles down your brow. Is..Is he saying the two of you are friends!? "Eat for me, Y/N." Cecil whispers, settling his hand over your clammy one. Your eyes widen. His soft fingers gently wrap around your palm, and he tilts his head with a slight pout.
Oh god. Oh GOD. You're never gonna wash your hand ever again! You quickly scarf down the food, cheeks puffed out. When Cecil sees you finish every last bit, he smiles. "Good. So good. I'll bring you a lunch everyday, so eat well." He intertwines his fingers with yours, giving your hand a gentle squeeze for a spilt second.
Cecil then stands, face glowing. "Class is going to start soon. I'll see you in fourth. Goodbye!" You're dazed the entirety of third, not even noticing the girls behind you throwing paper balls at the back of your head. You feel like you're gonna pass out. You suddenly slap your cheeks, regaining your composure. Cecil wouldn't want a fool!
You calm down, but fourth period has you almost falling into that daze again. Cecil is sitting in front of you! "Haha..yea." He laughs at something his friend says, a bright smile on his face. You sigh dreamily. If only that smile was directed at you.
Suddenly, Cecil leans back in his seat. Hes so close, you can smell the shampoo he uses in his hair. He rests his head against your desk, peering up at you upside down with a gentle smile. "Do you mind if I rest my head here, Y/N? I find myself to be oh so tired." He sighs, pouting.
"Okay..it's okay.." You whisper. Cecil smiles, closing his eyes. You rest your head on the other half of your desk. Hes so close like this. The smell of him envelopes you. Soft and deep, it makes your eyes flutter. You want to stay awake. Want to enjoy more of this closeness. But...your eyes..are shutting..
Cecil's eyes open as soon as yours shut and you fall asleep. He sits up, a hand slowly stroking your hair. You smile in your sleep, and he smiles in response. One of his friends gives him a disgusted look. "Ew dude, why are you flirting with that loser-"
Cecil's face hardens, and he grabs his friend's collar. He whispers something to him, which makes his friend go pale and shut his stupid mouth. Cecil then turns his gaze back to you, continuing to pet your hair.
This continues for a few weeks. Cecil spoils you. Massaging your shoulders, bringing you food, and being overly affectionate. It confuses you. Cecil has always been nice, but it seems to have gotten more intense senior year. When you asked, he simply avoided the question. Well, it doesn't matter! You love every second.
You don't love being bullied though. Bam. You're slammed against some lockers, and you groan slightly. That's gonna hurt tomorrow. "Ugh, how disgusting." Ashley, the girl who pushed you, wipes her hand off on a tissue. "I can't believe Cecil has taken an interest in you, you-"
You zone out for the rest of her monolog. You stare down at your feet, holding back tears. You don't want to hear her say things that are true. About how disgusting you are. About how you don't deserve Cecil. Because you don't. She eventually stops talking, scoffing as she leaves. You stand there, reminiscing.
15 years ago, you rub your nose that is runny from crying on your sleeve. Your preschool teacher said to get into pairs, but you have no one! Everyone else already has friends. A boy grabs your hand, and your eyes light up. You don't even notice the annoyed look on his face. "Hey..whatever your name is. My name is Cecil. My friends ditched me, so you're my partner now."
That was the best day of your life. Your parents don't love you, so you've never had anyone be nice to you, so that simple act made you obsessed with Cecil. Even if your delusional mind didn't realize it technically wasn't done in kindness.
You and Cecil went to the same elementary school. You always kept your distance, shy. Then, the two of you went to different middle schools. You were devastated. It didn't help those were the worst years of your life. The bullying you experienced forever changed you.
So when you found out freshmen year you were in the same highschool as Cecil, you were so happy. You followed him home after the first day. You watched him through his bedroom window, tears streaming down your face. You didn't interact with Cecil until sophomore year.
Suddenly, he was nice. Gentle. Caring. Ever since that year, he has been nothing but nice to you. And yet, you've refused to get close to him. And it seems senior year, he is determined to be close to you.
You wipe away the tears streaming down your face. You have to push him away. You're a stalker. For gods sake, you use a shirt you stole from him as a pillow case. Suddenly, a hand gently rests on your shoulder.
"Hey, hey, don't cry. Its okay, I'm here." Cecil embraces you, and you tremble against him. "No..No..Please. Stop..I'm not good..I'm not good for you!" You sob hard, and Cecil simply holds you through it.
"Poor thing. Those disgusting, filthy, vile, girls have corrupted your mind. Come with me. We'll talk." Cecil interwines his fingers with yours, walking out of the school. Your eyes widen at the familar route he takes you down.
You see his house come into view, and you whimper. You've never been inside other than his room. Thankfully his parents aren't home. It looks like a typical suburban family home, nothing like your own disgusting one.
Cecil pulls you upstairs, opening the door to his room. He guides you to sit on his bed. "There you go..relax. I'll take care of everything. You melt against his pillows. His bed is so comfy compared to yours. Cecil sits down beside you, thumb comfortingly rubbing circles on the back of your hand.
"I knew you were watching me the first day you came to my house." Cecil suddenly says. Your heart drops. "At first, I was angry. Then, I saw that beautiful face a mess of tears." He presses a kiss to your forehead, and you nearly short-circuit.
"I watched you. Ironic, isn't it? The one being watched watching the one that was watching him." He chuckles, brushing your greasy bangs out of your face. "I couldn't help but fall in love with you. The pure love you felt for me..god..It melted my heart."
"You love me..You love me!" You hiccup. "That's all you heard?" Cecil sighs, but a smile peeks out. "Yes, my love. I love you. Only you. Always you." You have to simply stare at him for a long minute before your brain catches up. "U-Us..couple..you..boyfriend?" Is all you can stammer out.
"Of course, you silly thing. Now, relax." Cecil pulls you on top of him, slowly rubbing your back. Your eyes flutter closed. This is your dream. Except its not a dream. You can only hope everything stays like this forever.
As soon as your deep into sleep, Cecil slowly pulls away. He lays you down on his bed, gently tucking you in. Now that he has you here, no way you're going back to that horror house of yours.
Cecil takes his car to your house, walking in through the front door. Your parents are so careless. Your father is passed out on the living room couch, and your mother is yelling in the master bedroom. He would kill them, but that would complicate things. He will just have to wait until the two of you graduate. Cecil steps over the trash in the hallway calmly, not even phased by the mice that run past.
He makes it to your room, smiling as he opens the door. Its the only decent part of the house. The rooms are covered in bad quality photos of him, and he chuckles. He'll have to buy you a better phone. Cecil packs up all of your things, taking them back to his house.
You're so excited when Cecil tells you that you will be staying in his house from now on! And his parents don't even care when he tells them. It seems..his mother is just like the two of you, clinging to his father. His father doesn't seem to mind it.
You spend the next few weeks in bliss. The two of you openly date, and it doesn't even damage Cecil's reputation! You cuddle with him every night, and even wear his clothes all the time!
That bliss ends when one day, Cecil tells you to walk home alone. He pouts, clinging to you as he sighs about having something important to do. You happily walk home, okay with it surprisingly. After all, nothing can come between you.
Then, you're suddenly dragged into an alleyway. You make eye contact with Ashley, who jams a manicured finger into your face. "YOU! What did you do!? Why does Cecil love you so much?"
"Must have used a love potion on him! No way Cecil truly loves..that thing." One of her minions giggles. Ashley smirks. "Yea. A filthy rat like you isn't a good match for Cecil. Just wait. I'm getting closer to him by the day. He'll abandon you soon."
Your eyes widen, and you immediately start spiraling. Cecil has boosted your confidence over these past few weeks. You know he would never leave you. And yet..you can't bear the thought of him loving someone else. You pull a sharp pencil out of your pocket.
Completely irrational, you stab Ashley in the eye. Blood pours. You hear screams. You yank the pencil out, and continue stabbing. Her body falls. You don't stop. Her two minions run away, crying about calling the police. You stare down at her lifeless body, gasping.
Oh god. What have you done? You drop the pencil, stumbling back. Your back hits the alleyway wall, and you fall to your knees. Your hands fumble for your new phone, dialing Cecil's number. "Cecil!" You sob as soon as he picks up.
You explain what happened inbetween sobs and coughs. "Its okay baby, its okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. Breathe." Cecil hangs up, and its an hour and a half before he makes it to that alleyway. He kneels in front of you, scooping you up.
"Shh..shh.." Cecil soothes, even though you aren't even crying anymore. "I'm sorry it took..so long. I was dealing with the witnesses." He murmurs. "What am I gonna do!? I'm gonna go to jail, forever!!"
Cecil simply shakes his head, gesturing to his father who you didn't even notice. The man is sliding gloves on, sighing. "Ah kids. So energetic." Cecil guides you into his car, which is parked in the street. "My dad will take care of everything. Lets go home."
You go home, and take a long shower. You stumble back into Cecil's room, in tears again. You spend the next few hours cuddling, where he reassures you. "She deserved it. Badmouthing you. Lying. I've killed too, so don't worry about it."
You snap your head to look up at him. "Really?!" Cecil smiles at your enthusiasm. "Yes, I have. We are meant for each other, aren't we?" You giggle, nodding. Cecil is perfect for you. And you are perfect for him.
hmm, dazai being on the receiving end of such behaviors is not new to him, but it’s definitely different. he’s noticed lately that someone is following him, which he usually would brush off, but he hasn’t been able to pin down who it is yet — causing him some unusually tense and nervous emotions. there are also a few of his things missing that he can’t find — he doesn’t have much so it is easy for him to notice their absence. he’s been keeping this a secret for the most part, not sure who to tell or how to tell them, since he is labeled as a womanizer that anyone simply fawns over. it’s doubtful any of his friends and colleagues would take him seriously, believing he “brought it upon himself” or needs to be “more careful with his love interests”. while none of that is true nor warrants these kinds of actions, he does know who and how he is, most likely it being an ex lover he scorned.
dazai did find something recently though that made him realize this might be a bigger issue, and he should talk to someone. he’s getting a little bit more internally nervous over this situation, but the only person he can think to talk to is you. you two are colleagues, you get along well enough, you visit each other’s respective homes from time to time. he trusts you, and you never judge him for his outwardly faux romantic behaviors toward women of interest, nor for his suicidal tendencies that he treats as mere pastimes. you’re also very quiet, so you wouldn’t dare spread rumors about him. so, he pulls you aside one day at the agency, confiding in you about the issues he’s been having, reassuring you that he is “definitely not scared”, but he reveals the small camera he had found tucked away in his dorm. it’s not a very large living space, somewhere he’s at constantly — change is noticeable. especially something as “obvious” as a camera.
you show concern, express the same worries he’s been having, that he may be in danger. he mentions maybe bringing it up to the police, and you agree, it is an incredibly serious situation, and you wouldn’t want anything to happen to him. you even offer to drop it off for him! that’s very sweet, he’s relieved and feeling better already. and you have to remember he’s an observant man, a literal detective for the agency, and you have to be more cautious. he’s found one of the many stashed away in his dorm that you have installed in there, it’s only a matter of time before he finds the others. you have to think carefully, if a report isn’t put in, he’ll eventually learn that you’re behind this, that you’re the one who has been following him, stealing his things, and spying on him through multiple hidden cameras. but if a report does go in, and the police search his dorm more thoroughly, they may find the rest that trace back to you.
by all means, the best course of action is to drop off the camera to the police! then sneak back into his dorm to grab the rest you had hidden and go without seeing dazai 24/7 like you have been. resort to keeping a larger distance between you two while you follow him around the city, contain your erratic heart whenever he’s near you. so far, he hasn’t been able to suspect you in the slightest, but it is only a matter of time before he figures it out. you have to maintain your composure. you need to make bumping into him out in public seem more authentic, and you definitely need to make sure you aren’t taking anymore of his belongings — since he mentioned as well that his favorite pair of boxers and a sleep shirt is missing :( alongside noting that his used bandages that he could have sworn he threw away were no longer in the trash either…
dazai in most circumstances would find this flattering, but only when he knows who is doing it. he hasn’t once gotten the thought that his quiet colleague that takes him seriously and hangs out with him during personal free time is the one that is making him look over his shoulder, jump at the slightest of sounds in his dorm, wonder where his stuff is wandering off to, and scour his entire living area for any other potential cameras — thankfully, it was only the one that you so kindly offered to take to the police. which have now started circling the neighborhood, making it even harder for you to follow him home to make sure he got there safely :( i mean, how are you to know if you don’t see it with your own two eyes?
it isn’t inherently his fault that you became so infatuated with him, wanting to know his whereabouts, hiding a small tracking device in his phone when he wasn’t paying attention, knowing just exactly the right way to jimmy the window to let yourself in when he isn’t home to help yourself to his things, or that he has kept his guard down around you — deceived by your otherwise calm and charming personality. the only thing somewhat odd thing he’s caught onto about you is that your hands are always shaking when you two speak. “anemic,” you explained once when he brought it up, holding up a small bag of snacks and gesturing to your water bottle on your desk. lucky for you, he bought it. it’s really because you’re doing everything in your power to not pounce him while he’s in front of you.
it’s getting difficult now though for you to continue stalking him, what with dazai being so aware of his surroundings. you just might have to up the ante and take matters into your own hands, invite yourself over to keep him company, to keep him safe from this supposed intruder, to ease his mind, and to get him to quit snooping around into finding out exactly why you’re doing this. it’s because you love him! you love him so much, and he is so nice to you, and he doesn’t deserve any of the other people that have tried pursuing his heart! they don’t understand him like you do, and you’re the only one who can protect him — even if it means keeping another few centimeters distance on the sidewalk or keeping your shaking hands to yourself or only spending time with him when he approaches you, to invite you over or help himself to your place.
all of these little moments will catch up to the both of you. it’s just the matter now of if you can trap him before he calls you out.
Summary: Simon is now stuck with you, but it's not like he's complaining. You two are obsessed with each other, though Simon still has some things to learn about your... devotion to him. And how far you'll go to show him.
"I think Simon's gone missing." Johnny mutters as he pokes at his meal, Price giving him a confused look to encourage him to keep speaking. "We normally text a bit, little shit. He'll thumbs up my messages and stuff. He hasn't for the last few days." Johnnh explains.
"His leave ends tomorrow. He might've gone on another tech free hike before coming back to work." Kyle offers, not wanting Johnny to start spiraling about something that probably hasn't happened. Johnny huffs and drops the subject, though he isn't convinced.
When the week ends, Simon comes back to base as normal. Though he has a couple hickeys and bite marks that trailed down his neck and chest. "Damn, L.T! You blew us off for wild week? Who's the lucky bird?" Johnny asks, lowering the collar of Simon's shirt. He earns himself a smack to the back of his head and a chuckle.
"I'm the one that got lucky." Simon sighs as he adjusts his shirt collar. "Found myself a keeper."
You missed Simon all day long. It didn't matter that he was coming home to you that night. Him leaving your sight, leaving your grasp, felt unacceptable. You could barely focus at work, only snapping out of your stupor when you burned yourself on the oven door.
"So did you and tall, brooding, handsome finally go on a date?" Your manager teases when you're finally about to clock out, leaning on the counter with a smug smile.
"You and your need for details." You huff playfully, rolling your eyes. "He stayed at my place for a few days."
Her eyebrows shoot up and she gasps, smacking your arm playfully. "Y/N!! You dirty dog! How much fucking did you need to get out of your system?" She teases, and you roll your eyes at her with a fake groan.
"Oh my God, your filthy." You sigh, pretending you hadn't spent the whole week fucking Simon within an inch of his life. "I just finally found someone that I connect with. He... Matches my engery." You sigh wistfully which makes your manager smile.
"Hey, all teasing aside, I'm glad you found somebody. Make sure he doesn't just need a couch to crash on!" She jokes, sending you off with a wave. You grin at that, heading for your car and driving straight to the base you knew Simon was at.
You wonder if he knew that you'd put a tracker on his car. It had been there almost two months, so you assumed he hadn't figured it out yet.
You didn't go onto base. You parked far away, already knowing which route Simon would take to go home. If he didn't pass you, it meant that he went to the bar with that Mohawked man named Johnny.
You take his boxers from your bag, putting the crotch of them against your nose and huffing a deep breath. "Fuck.." you murmur into the fabric, the strong musk of the boxers taking over your mind.
You quickly put the boxers away after a few more satisfying sniffs, not wanting to miss Simon's car driving by. He should be leaving any minute.
You watch his car roll by, his window open, but his mask is still on. You grin, starting your car and following down the road after him. Simon didn't notice your car right away, but when he does, he takes another route home.
One that takes him by a wooded area close by his house. It was a little out of the way, sure, but he had an idea. You couldn't be the only one having fun. Not of he had any say in it.
You smirk to yourself, immediately realizing what Simon probably had planned. You sigh, digging past his dirty boxers and into your bag. Without looking, you find the contact you need and press call.
"What do you need, schatz? Has your lover gotten away?"
"No, but he thinks his slick. He's driving to the woods now. I think he wants to play cat and mouse, except he doesn't wanna be the mouse anymore." You intentionally give a little whine, pouting your lips even though the person on the other line cannot see you.
"Ah, we cannot have that, maus, can we? I'll be there shortly. Let him think he's caught you, ya?"
It started the week before, shortly after he was introduced to you. You were really friendly with him and you told him he could come to you anytime if he needed something or if he needed to talk about something. You seemed so happy, so joyful. So bright it almost felt like it was burning him. He remembers he simply thanked you with a smile before going back to work.
And after that, it started being more and more weird. He received anonymous letters on his office, with coworkers telling him they didn't see anyone when he asked them if they saw someone put that on his desk. Soon after the letters became flowers, with a little note on it simply being "I can see you.♡". He felt his blood stop running through his body, giving him a pale look. Who the fuck is sending that? He wondered, feeling weird and watched after he read the note.
And now, as he goes back to his home, during a quiet and peaceful night, the only light being the streetlamps' orange-ish color. He never felt uncomfortable when going back to his home, but after everything that was going on since he met you, he had the feeling you were the one who was doing all of this. And he had the feeling you were the one following him right now. Because he knows it. He knows he is being followed. He feels it. And he sees it. He sees your silhouette hiding fast every time he turns around. He hears your little squeak. He hears your footsteps.
Summary: tartaglia who stalks reader for his curiosity at first because of how mysterious the reader is but slowly he starts to fall in love with her. Not aware that reader is also very obsessed with him, he didnt know about it at first and just oblivious about her obsession. Until he starts to notice everything, and acted like he didnt know about it at all. How the reader actually tries to sneak from him just to take some photos but~ of course he knows about it and pretends he didnt know. Just to make the chase longer for his liking and seeing her going insane for him just turns him on for archons sake~
PART 2
You always has only eyes for one person. CHILDE.
It was in the first day of your class, you never really know everybody since youre just new to the campus. So it was normal for you to get lost in the big campus, so what happened was you kept walking and walking to look for your class. To your dismay you just ended up sitting in the side entrance of the building sighing knowing that you still have a lot of rooms to look for and even if you ask for directions you suck at following it. admit it.
Then he came, he noticed you on the side and asked by your just sitting there when its already late, he was obviously late too though he seem chill about it as the sweat in his forehead tells other wise
'he must have run towards here' so you politely smiled and said "I got lost. I dont know where my classroom is " You said as you look sadly embarassed about your pedicament
"Oh! well thank your lucky day! i am here" he chuckle boyishly "what class are you?" he asked
his smile also made you smile a little and chuckle a little "12 Class A"
He looked shock then smile brightly "LUCKY! we're on the same class! come on! we're late already" as he offers his hand to help you get up
after than the two of you starts walking to the class as you both entered you got scolded by your advisor about how are you both late first day of the school year. though Childe just smiled and jest about it all.
Since then you really wanted to get closer to childe though the problem was he is popular with everyone. So his attention is not only for you, he tends to be either always with a classmate or his friends from other section, or with teachers asking for his asssistance.
That is who childe was, the Popular kid.
So you ended up admiring from afar, not that far though not close enough to notice.
can they really blame you? He was jsut so sweet and kind, the more you observed the more obsessed you are with Childe, you even get to know his real name and his childhood nickname it was really adorable just like him "ajax and tartaglia" you ended up stalking his parents account just to get to know who he was when he was younger and who his family is.
Since then you can't take your eyes off him really, whenever you feel so alone or exhausted by your class here he was in your taken pictures, smiling, so full of life yet you also got some shoot of him when he looks bored and whenhe whines and got mad one time. You have everything to comfort you, his pictures beside your wall as you wake up you'll see him smiling and greeting you, isnt that nice?
not only that you also already planned on what you'll wear for your first date and maybe also your wedding too!
Without any noticing your weird behavior you continue on stalking him though you never crossed the line more than taking his pictures. You respect his privacy at least in the matter when he comes home already to his house, you linger sometimes though not that long in the night.
You just love him, so much so you dont ever want to see him with his friends absolutely to his GIRL friends. just the thought of him dating the most popular girl in school and also his close friend (lumine) it just makes you sad and also jealous about her.
As long as you can admire him from afar, not crossing the line of your deep obsession, it really woudnt hurt to daydream of you two getting together is it?
.....................................
Childe observes you in class again, he never wanted to take his eyes off you, you know. He really loves it when your so focus and oblivious whenever he is looking at you, he loves how you touch your lips whenever you think or how you scratch your hair when stressed. He also loves your confused and thinking expression as you hold your chin by your thumb and index finger.
He loves everything about you so much, maybe you will never notice that. But thats fine, he's fine with that after all whenever you are this oblivious he can always openly admire you so bad no one will ever take a second glance at him, who would?
He's the one who should do the honor to treat your chapped lips or when you unconciously crack your knuckles, oh how focused you look and he wonders how you would look when its him you only focused on?
So he became your stalker for the past month, it was on the first day of school when he saw you sitting beside the front building yet you looked so troubled and abandon like a cute puppy. At first he was just helping you know he was not that curious, he started noticing some things like how he somehow have this feeling being watched .... since then he kept his attention to you since you where the one who he thouhgt was staring at him. He was just curious, then he started noticing your personality you never show to people, memorized your favorite spots where you enjoy your coffee. Memorized your order by heart and even know your sugar level to your liking. You know he was just curious about you~ not a big deal...right?
Childe never crosses the line more than stalking, really, he did take some of your things but not too much for you to notice. He always just blames it to his curiousity after all your always so quiet and reserved. So somehow e got access to your phone one time and started scrolling on your media and whose your friends are...
Thats when he also started taking some pictures of you whenver you never noticed. The more he does, the more he becomes so good at it that you have an album dedicated only for you.
One time though now being more aware of his deep obsession for you, he started stalking you in your house deep in the night, he also started sneaking in whenever theres no one in the house or how easy it was to just get inside your room from your open window whenever he wants. Has he already taken personal things from your room? Yes, yes he have.
Where you looking for your pair of underwear that you surely remember putting in your laundry basket? dont worry its in good hands~
wondering why your perfume is already empty? dont worry~ he was just curious what perfume you used~
looking for your chapstick? you can just buy a new one he can keep this one, yeah~?
little by little he just cant stop himself you know~ he just loves LOVES~ having things you own~ he has this one drawer dedicated only for your prescious things~ can you blame him?
It was one night, you were not home with your family that night so he decided to get inside your room once again.
he has this routine when he gets inside your room, as he climbs the tree near your window and gets inside the first thing he would do is inhale hard then exhale just to smell you. After he would go to your bed and lay himself there for a couple of minutes as he wrapped himself in your blanket, he also would start feeling your bed thinking about you in it.
"smell so good, princess" after a while he would go to your closet and starts looking for his favorite dress, its the one who he really wanted to see you in it one day then he would start to lean closer to it as he rubs his nose against your clothes
That same night he also discover your deepest secret...
Doing his usual routine, he noticed something that he hasnt seen before, it was a box below your closet. As he opened it there revealed his pictures ...
Lots and lots of taken shots of him, the more he looked onto the photographs the more his heart kept beating nonstop. As his smile turns into a smirk and then laughter
"ha..hahaHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! oh~ princess~ fck!" He can't believe himself...gosh "fck....my innocent princess is not so innocent~" as he whispers to himself "so fcking cute~"
Since that night Childe has become more and more aware around you, he let you be as he notices your stares, your adorable blushing and absolutely loves it when he sometimes catches you on act~
'so cute princess~' he thought as he kept talking with his friends knowing that you we're watching
Should he test you?
So he did...
Should He...
make you JEALOUS by spreading rumors of him dating
CATCH you in act
Voting ended onApr 15, 2025
A/N: Look forward for part 2 ? which you make the choice~
