I think- and this is purely speculation- I think they want Dizie - Tea
Yeh, maybe... me too - coffee
₊˚⊹♡🍓♡⊹˚₊ Say you love me one more time, please ₊˚⊹♡🍓♡⊹˚₊
(yes I am indeed ignoring the fact that we've been dead for like 6 months (˶' ꒳ '˶) if I acknowledge it it'd just be the same "college and life and busy and blablabla" so let's move on)- The long awaited traumatized boy! He sort of reminds me of a snake with how he always clings to his darling, very cute, very cozy, I'm starting to get used to the whole crazy thingy ( ⌯' '⌯) - Tea
We alive? WE ALIVEEEEE HALLO HALLO, UNI DIDN'T KILL US, WE MISSED THIS SO MUCHH ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ꒳ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ LET ME KISS YOU ALL. Btw, about Dizie? Total smash ٩>ᴗ<)وʷᵒᵒʰᵒᵒ - Coffee
if you want context, you can go here but it's not that necessary we think, in a summary, you got to choose a yandere of your liking! - the twins
TW: yandere behavior, willing reader, kidnapping, panic attack, trauma, written in you/yours, reverse comfort
You take a deep breath, thinking of all the thoughts you had about your future yandere as you were waiting to get accepted to be a darling… you wanted undying love in the most unadulterated way possible but you also wanted to love. To cherish someone that's been craving affection as much as you do.
You chose Dizie, and honestly, you can’t blame the seller when his eyes open suspiciously and his smiles falter a little for the first time.
“...just a protocole question, why? Hope you aren’t underestimating what this is all about”
You gulp hard at the sudden serious, tense, atmosphere of the room, the seller, finally doing his work properly, starts giving you more paperwork and interrogating you like you were a potential criminal in a police station, yet you manage to reply to his questioning. Finally he sighs and returns to his usual smile.
“...Alright, you're free to go, I’ll tell Dizie he’s been chosen… Hope you know not to try test his mental stability, that boy’s already been thought the real hell of any yandere”
You nod as the seller stands up and walks you to the door, after you leave the shop, you turn around for a moment to see the seller already dialing a number on his phone with a nervous smile, surely calling Dizie… That means your yandere will be home soon! You gotta hurry!
Damn, you were so focused on arriving early this morning that you don’t remember in what state you left your house, did you wash your dishes? Did you put away the dirty laundry? You even forgot to turn off the light before leaving! You better hurry and check everything is nice and cozy, your yandere is one of a kind and you really really want to make a good first impression! And besides you wanna be more focused on flirting with him rather than be praying he doesn't notice a random sock you left on the floor because of the hurry.
You walk fast and manage to arrive and enter inside your home in record time, still submerged in your own thoughts as you walk through the door.
"Uh, maybe I should arrange something to welcome Dizie when he arrives? I hope I don't come off as awkward..."
But... Why is your place so dark?
You hear the door being slammed shut and as you attempt to turn towards it, a hand snakes over your mouth with a delicate yet firm touch as another coils around your waist from behind.
"You were worried about my first impression of you? That's… really cute"
The voice of a man purrs near your ear and then you feel his face gently nuzzling with the top of your head like an affectionate cat, a rather deadly one.
"I took the liberty of checking around your home, you know, to make sure everything is like it's supposed to be, to make sure nobody else is lurking around… I'm so glad that isn't the case, you're all mine to cherish… only mine, i’m so glad we have that straight"
You feel his nuzzling being replaced by a soft kiss on the top of your head, the slender hand covering your mouth moves to gently hold your face, his arm faintly cradling your head.
You know you should be scared, but the feeling is so intoxicating, the dangerous tone of his voice and his gentle caress is… everything you signed up for. It was worth all the suffering filling the paperworks, this is the special kind of heaven you were craving for so long, and you are not going to miss your shot now.
“I think the cute one here is you tho, so eager to see me that you couldn’t wait for me to get home?”
You manage to turn around with a lot of effort, his arms still around you hold you tightly, but loosen ever so slightly, allowing you to turn around to face him, though definitely not to move even a little away from him. You can’t help but chuckle as you notice his little blush after your flirty comment and you can’t help but want to tease him just a little more.
“Are you feeling shy? Don’t worry we got a lot of time ahead of us to get to know each other”
You gently place your hands to cup his face and give him a soft kiss on the cheek, making him flush harder, his eyes opening startled but certainly not displeased.
“Nice to meet you~”
“...Nic- I mean, good- no, I mean. Nice to meet you too”
Gosh, today is going to be so fun 𖹭
You spend the rest of your time with Dizie glued to your side, quite literally.
Everywhere you go, his hand finds some excuse to snake around you, he follows you with the silent, focused intensity of someone memorizing you, your space, your habits… everything that now is his too.
At first, you guide him around the house; the living room, the kitchen, etc. You try to casually pass by your bedroom door but his eyes linger on it with sharp curiosity. He doesn’t say anything, just hums softly and narrows his eyes a little, acting like a detective who is suspicious of a secret hideout while you pray that your room isn't too messy when he sneaks in ‘secretly’ to snoop around.
He notices things you didn’t even remember leaving out: a misplaced pillow, a lost sock you thought went into another dimension, the faint dust on a side table. Without asking, he adjusts everything, his movements quiet and precise, like he’s been waiting all his life to help with the little things in his special someone’s world.
You giggle softly when you see him looking at a shelf like it personally offends him, you can see him doing numbers in his head of how to fix it, he glances at you with a faint blush on his cheeks and murmurs.
“Sorry, I just want things to be perfect for you, this is going to be our home after all… unless you want to move out, in that ca-”
“Don’t worry, I was just thinking how cute you are, don't mind me”
You see him blush harder, forgetting everything about shelves as he goes to you like a puppy, hugging you again and being extra affectionate.
Eventually, you make your way to the kitchen, you roll up your sleeves with the loving intention of preparing dinner, but the moment you pick up a knife, you feel his presence shift, his hand darts out, fingers wrapping around your wrist with an expression full of concern, his chest pressed against your back.
“That’s too close”
He murmurs, his voice close to your ear. His fingers faintly brushing yours closer to the handle of the knife and away from the blade.
“It’s just cutting vegetables”
“I don’t care”
He mutters some things you don't manage to understand as he takes the knife from your hand with a seriousness that borders on dramatic.
“If something happened to you because of a kitchen accident, I… No, I’ll do it”
He shuffles you to the side, gently, but in a way that makes it clear you’re not to argue, and then he starts cooking with an unexpected skill, slicing everything with delicate precision, occasionally glancing at you as if to make sure you haven’t spontaneously tripped, hurt yourself or found a way to disappear in the three seconds he wasn’t touching you.
You sit on the counter, watching him move around your kitchen like he’s already lived there for years, as if he always belonged here, he looks so focused, so serious, so determined to cook you the perfect meal… It’s almost endearing in a way.
Almost, because the way he keeps checking on you every few seconds, eyes soft but obsessive, like he needs to assess every second of your existence, also manages to light up that dangerous, thrilling warmth in your chest that you love so much.
You have to admit that he was an incredibly quick chef, that or the time was flying too quickly for your liking, it feels like you just blinked and suddenly, you were already in bed, cuddling and talking as some random slasher movie played in the background, your belly full of the meal he had previously made for you.
You don’t even know why you bother choosing a movie when you knew you both were gonna end up acting like two lazy cats, your bodies tangled together, wrapped around each other and your head comfortably tucked on the crook of his neck. Your bed has never felt more comfortable, blankets buttery soft, comfy and-
“Might I ask you a question?”
“Of course, go for it”
You reply casually, more focused on that faint sweet smell he has than worrying about what kind of question he’s got in store for you.
“...why do you have so many contacts saved into your phone?”
Okay, that was a twist of mood… how the hell did he get your phone and unlock it without you even noticing it?
“Well, nothing important, most are people that I don’t even speak with anymore, just people I needed the contact bac-”
“You needed most of these? Why?”
So this is the part where you regret not buying that manual for 'how to take care of your yandere' when they offered it to you on the website… You didn’t expect to be met with this scenario even if it’s a cliche you’ve seen a thousand times before. You feel his hug tighten around you, so you know that it’s better to reply anything and reply quickly before he makes his own assumptions, conjuring up the worst case scenario in his head. You manage to turn around, you both facing your phone as he holds it.
“Well, because they are people I had to work with in some things…"
"What things?"
You freeze, not because his question threatens to unveil something you don't want him to hear, but rather because of the look in his eyes. What before was just a hint of jealousy turned quickly into something else, almost… haunted.
"What things?"
He repeats his question, his tone no longer softened like the cozy blankets. Now it was as sharp as a knife, seemingly sharpening further the longer you remained quiet.
"You don't need them anymore. You have me."
It was a statement, not a question, almost like he was reassuring himself desperately, his breathing had turned slightly faster, like he was getting worked up by this, like he was panicked.
"You don't need work, I will take care of you. You don't need them. You don't need-"
The words died in his throat. his voice shaky as your hand reached for the phone back, he initially flinched, pulling it away from your searching hand, but as your eyes met, his breathing softened slightly, his hand going limp as you took the phone.
He stared at you, really stared at you, as you went through each and every contact, explaining how you had interacted with each person, even deleting some contacts along the way, more so because they were people you no longer spoke to.
Dizie had finally settled down, his head resting on your shoulder, glancing at your phone from there. Once you reached the end of your contact list, he sighed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck with a quiet, muffled whine. As you both snuggle closer, you set your phone down on the nightstand, lifting the blankets over the both of you, its warmth soothing the tension of the previous situation.
As sleep flooded you, he stirred, murmuring sweet nothings, his voice softer, sweeter, with a hint of apology in every word. The TV had turned off on its own due to inactivity, so as your eyes closed slowly, all you could see was the blurry silhouette of him as he lifted faintly, planting a kiss to the top of your head.
“sweet dreams, don’t worry about nothing… i’ll take care of everything for you”
…
..
.
Oh, when will you learn not to trust so easily? Or you were waiting for this?
Wake up
Your eyes suddenly jolt open, scanning your surrounding as if you were in a horror movie, this is a bed, but it isn’t your bed, when did-
A hand covers your sight, before turning you around and gently snuggling you into his chest.
“You worked too hard, Darling. Rest, i’ll be here making sure no one dare to interrupt your peace”
He gently kissed you goodnight. Well, that answers the question of who is the owner of this bedroom you suddenly are in, and also answers who suddenly took you here.
Is this something you should worry about? Feel scared? Sick?
Of course not, this is what you were expecting! You kiss him back, wishing him goodnight too, before snuggling into him again and let yourself fall asleep comfy in the arms of your beloved Dizie, he's your adorable psycho strawberry.
sorry for the misspellings and weird sentence structure ❣
image from pinterest ⚘
drawing by Tea ᯓ★
(thanks everyone that send an ask, we were very happy to receive them) - twins