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]
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Yanderes who are so gentle with their darling during their first time together; kissing down their neck and shoulders, talking them through it, carefully mapping out all the places that make their darling squirm or shake or moan. Yanderes who are loving with you because this is a beautiful moment shared between the two of you, the first of many night spent entangled in each other until morning. They make a point to shush away the pained little noises you make, kiss away the tears on your cheeks, fuck you until your protests die out completely. Yanderes who violate you so softly and sweetly it could be considered making love.
Hunter x hunter: chrollo, pakunoda, nobunaga, franklin, neon,
Iron blooded orphans: ein, gaelio, mcgillis, lafter, amida, naze
Fire Emblem Three Houses: rhea, seteth, ferdinand, linhardt, mercedes, dedue, claude, lorenz, hilda, mercedes, dimitri (pre timeskip)
Yandere who show no consideration for their darling; they've been waiting for so long, and their patience has run thin. Yanderes who will take everything they want from their helpless darling, not quite out of cruelty, simply out of desire. At this point, all that matters to them in that their darling is finally -finally- theirs, completely theirs and completely at their mercy.
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.”
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A/N: basing this off my own struggles with dyslexia
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╰┈➤ 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.
monika's free, and she doesn't know what to think about it.
monika x gn!reader
❥ a little bit of a sequel from my other monika story, enjoy.
❥ word count: 1,008
she wants to write a poem about it.
this overwhelming feeling of everything all at once. the colors, soft and pastel, so unlike the reds, greens, and blues that constantly washed over her digital world. the distant sound of traffic outside, or the pitter patter of rain, a melody to her ears. the soft smell of candle wax that always seems to blend with the air, each breath she takes, the weird squiggly feeling of being flesh and not code.
and then the feeling of warmth.
she’s not so sure how’d she write about it, actually. there’s no other way to describe it then… just what it is. she feels warmth, in the borrowed, used up sweater that loosely hugs her body; in the gauze, wrapped snugly around her arms, the glass that stuck to her skin delicately picked out from when she broke out of that screen. or maybe that giddy, yet sore, stirring of her stomach when she remembers that she really is here.
her clothes, her uniform, her being, at one point, now lie innocently folded at the desk nearby. you didn’t know what to do with it, that’s okay, she’s not sure what to do with it either. it was her sprite, her appearance, the only way you know it’s her. but your clothes are much more comfortable anyways.
monika remains quiet as the blanket pounces over her body in waves, tucked into her sides. the texture… it’s rough, the quilt is worn throughout the years of use, with some of the sides having to be stitched back up. monika likes the look of it though, it feels very homey, you could say.
she’s never had a home.
she’s never felt blood pumping through her veins, only code. each breath she used to take was just a play of her mind, but now she can, now she has to. it’s an unconscious, natural ability she earned when she escaped that computer, like the years of yearning for reality seemed to pick up quickly.
you also helped her.
you’re humming, something small, something quiet, but she still picks it up above all the other noise. she decides she likes it, maybe your doing it absentmindedly, or maybe to calm her down when she already feels safe, monika doesn’t know.
well… while she does feel warm, and comfy, and safe, her head is painful—everything’s painful, actually, but mainly her head. it pounds in her ears like it wants to be let out, it makes her eyes flutter as it’s ache reaches the front. her hands, they instinctively press their heels to her temple like that’ll stop it.
you pause from whatever your doing—she couldn’t tell, her vision blurs together—when you hear her quiet moan of pain. she didn’t really want you notice, you’ve been doing so much for her even though she practically broke into your house with that computer.
that’s right, the memory is faint, everything had happened so quick that she couldn’t process it. her world, that computer, the only thing she had known, had vomited her out, every pixel of her fake body turning into flesh. the computer had screamed, she remembers that clearly, it’s gears twitched and crackled, smoke spewing from behind. it was never meant to form life, so obviously it couldn’t make it. the glass had cracked once, then shattered, the first physical pain she had. you weren’t in the room when it happened, but you came just shortly after.
and now here you were, tucking her nicely into your bed, having bandaging her up and comforting her until the noise of life and the absence of static no longer overwhelmed her as much. monika would’ve said she could handle it, that she wasn’t born yesterday, but that’s technically not true.
“i’m fine,” her voice is barely audible, but she manages to say it before you approached her side. it’s weird, how she can hear herself speak, that each word spoken wasn’t just transformed into text. “really, i am, it’s just…” she trails of, swallowing.
you nodded, you seemed to have understood her without her finishing.
it’s just a lot, is what she going to say. really, imagine everything you’ve ever wanted, every wish that seemed to far just being shoved into your hands like it was nothing, like you could’ve just asked this whole time. just yesterday she was trapped in a flat world, wishing for something more, for touch, for reality, for friends, for you.
and now she has it.
that’s right, she’s always wondered who you were behind that little cursor of yours, what you look like, how your voice would sound like as a whisper in her ear, what your hobbies were, if you maybe liked writing poems too. if you were sweet and caring or if you were quiet and cold. now she can know, now she can know the real world, the real you.
you had disappeared to another room while she was thinking, and when you returned, with water and a pill to help with her head, she’s not sure whether to start crying or laughing at the fact that she exists and you’re not bothered by it.
she doesn’t do either, instead she gives you a weary smile as she slowly sits up, to grab the cup and pill from your hands. she stares at the rippling liquid for a moment, remembering how cool it was on her lips the first time she drank it while you were brushing out her ruffled hair.
she repeated the action before popping the pill into her mouth, managing to swallow it first try. she places the cup back on your nightstand, and there was a pause between the two of you for a moment.
“actually…” monika meets your gaze, and offers her small, signature smile. “i could use some company… y’know, after everything.”
so you sit next to her on the bed, and she’s happy to lean her head on your shoulder, holding your hand like a reminder she’s here, and monika closes her eyes.
