You can't help but smile widely, getting the chance to have the fantasy book love you always wished for with your perfect type of man? You almost cannot believe your luck, you smile happily as you tell the seller your choice: Myotis.

The seller looks at you with a knowing smile and nods as if he himself approves of your decision.

“Very good choice, Dear, seems like you have some fine standard, believe me, Myotis will make sure to live up to it and more”

You giggle like a kid that just confessed having a crush on a classmate while you fill out the paperwork the seller just gave you while he makes a phone call to notify Myotis he has been chosen, though it seems to be going rather funny.

“No, you can't bring ten thousand flowers to the shop, I'm not cleaning that, just gift them directly when you meet…. No, a Painite it's not a casual gift to give someone on their first meeting… Why are you fighting me on this?”

After what feels like half an hour, the seller finally ends the call with an exhausted sigh and turns back to you to say that a limo is already waiting outside. He looks almost relieved as you say your goodbye and he wishes you good luck.

You hear the soft chime of the bell above the door as you leave the shop behind, in the distance, a parked limo sat beneath the shade of a large tree, an anxious looking man fidgeting, standing beside it, his feet teetering with the edges of the shade provided by the leaves as the wind swayed them. The man perks up at the sight of you and walks over to the passenger side, gingerly opening the door for you.

“The lord is waiting for you”

The man’s eyes never truly met your own as he scurried back to the driver's seat, starting the engine once you made your way inside the car and the door closed softly. You were slightly confused with the man’s attitude, that is, until your eyes focused on the person sitting beside you in the vast seat. A young man with relaxed posture and a sly smile sat there, his eyes trained on you as if glued to your form. His fangs peeked through from under his curled upper lip, a dark strand of soft straight hair guiding your eyes towards the updo he wore, a half ponytail of onyx black hair with few burgundy strands poking beneath. His features were soft but sharp at the same time, uptilted eyes with long lashes, soft yet strikingly pale skin. He looked ethereal, like torn right out of the page of a dark romance fantasy book, surprisingly so.

“I'm delighted to see I'm not the only one that seems enchanted here”

He chuckles softly and rests his arm on the backrest, looking at you as if you were the most captivating sight he ever witnessed.

“Come closer, amore. Ti prometto che non mordo… Perhaps only in very particular occasions”

You settle back into the cushioned seat, noticing how his fingers travel swiftly to the ends of your hair, twisting and playing with a strand between the pads of his fingers. Almost drawn by the motion itself, you shuffle closer.

You heard the distant hum of the engine, the slight shuffle of the car moving through roads, taking turns and such, but gazing into Myotis' dual coloured eyes, it felt like everything other than him and you had frozen over. Amethyst and ruby swirled in his irises, enchanting you deeper into a dream-like haze. No wonder people said vampires were unmistakingly beautiful. 

“Cuore mio, I'm afraid I must ask, Would it trouble you if I get overly affectionate with you on the very first day of meeting you? Do you have any quarrel with your lover being rather clingy?”

He asks so softly, how could you ever say no to such a question.

“I in fact have no problem with that whatsoever”

You say, trying and failing to imitate his formal causal tone, what you didn't expect is he extended one of his wings to you as if it was a blanket that cradles your back and traps you in a hug without the need of using his hands… Are you nuts or is he purring?

“Amore, I fear I’ve discovered something terribly dangerous”

“Huh? What is it?”

“I’ve grown addicted to having you close, even in this short span of time. I’m afraid I’d perish if I were ever deprived of the sweet medicine of your affection”

He sighs after he speaks, giving his words a rather melodramatic tone, but the look in his eyes as he stares at you marks clearly that what he said is no joke.

He truly is straightforward, huh? You can't help but blush at how honest he was but of course you aren't gonna back up.

“Mmm? Is that so?”

You try to tease him by leaning more into him and holding his face with one of your hands, he indeed blushed a little but the way his smile widened excitedly warned you that he was far from defeated.

“oh, what a cruel darling you are, would you truly deny me a kiss, even if I were to beg for just a single peck?”

Just as he was gently getting his lips near you, the car suddenly stops, making you both hit your foreheads together.

“Get a chauffeur they say…”

You hear him whisper bitterly, his eyes drifting from you for just a second, you see the venom on his eyes as he glares daggers onto the back of the driver’s head, but that only lasted a second, in a blink, his smile was back on its place as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, seemingly very reluctant to let you go, you didn't even notice when you passed through the gates of his estate, the car now making a smooth turn compared to that harsh stop just a few seconds ago, just how fast does this car go?

“Cheauffer, could you possibly hand me my parasol? I'm excited to walk home with my tesoro”

You were excitedly looking at the window, a stone path full of beautiful flowers that lead to a castle you can only describe as straight out of a romantic novel… a rather gothic one but dreamy indeed, though, the large row of servants with parasols ready to welcome you for the first time is a little…

Your thoughts were interrupted by the tension that settled on as the driver replied to Myotis.

“Lord, you didn't bring the parasol”

“I never took my parasol from the vehicle… isn't it a little obvious I rather need one?”

Myotis emerges from your neck, slowly separating from you, you see his smile, looking rather twitchy and forced. Alarms rung in your head, a yandere getting lightly annoyed is not quite harmful but is better to settle the matter quickly to keep it from going from slight annoyance to frustration, so you clear your throat in order to steal his attention off the problem.

His eyes and smile soften the moment his attention returns to you. Pleased, you smile back and settle against him, prompting a quiet chuckle as he hugs you a little tighter. Taking advantage of his now relaxed mood, you speak.

“Well, that’s better, isn’t it? It means we have a few more minutes to stay like this, doesn’t it?”

“Oh, you’re right, my love… I’m afraid your lovely bat didn’t think of that. I still have so much to learn about you… Chauffeur, keep driving”

Myotis buries his face in the crook of your neck again, like a clingy cat determined to keep all your attention on him as the car starts moving again, this time toward the garage, you assume.

“Amore, I’m sorry. I was so busy wooing you that I almost forgot to ask… what do you think about vampires? I hope these fangs of mine don’t frighten you”

You think for a moment, well, you really confirm if you truly know a thing about vampires because there's just one way to know if the things you hear about then are true and that is spending more time with your beloved on the long run… but there’s this one question on your mind that you can't help yourself but ask directly with a little mischievous smile. 

"Is there a kind of spell that makes me drawn to you or are you just naturally pretty?”

The vampire snuggled against you stiffening for a moment, he clearly didn't expect the question but slowly took his head out of your neck to look at you with shiny eyes like he just got told the best news of his long life.

“Tesoro, I am indeed not using any kind of enchantment to alter your perspective, although, I must say I'm feeling more than delighted to hear that I'm… I think in modern day is called ‘your type'”

Sadly, your time of flirtatious banter is cut short once again as the car slows into the garage, which is where you assume that your road trip ends. Myotis reluctantly puts distance between you two after the driver kills the engine, reaching for the door and stepping out of the car, holding the door open for you. 

“I'm thrilled to show you around Amore, this is not the fanciest way to start but this is the garage, if you wish, we can plan for you to choose any car here for us to have a little joyride, of course, if none suit your tastes, we can always get a new one”

At Myotis' words you can't help but let your eyes drag along the space, catching sight of a plethora of vintage cars of different eras and models, all in perfect conditions. the exorbitant display putting car collectors to shame. As your mind wandered about the pricing of the vehicles, a man dressed like an elegant butler seems to materialize out of thin air, already reaching for Myotis' coat while the vampire's eyes stayed glued on you, happily indulging the idea of immediately splurging his money on you if you were to wish for another car. 

The butler folds the coat over his arm, his eyes fixating on you briefly, his gaze assessing, as if something was amiss. Before you could process, the man grabbed you by the arm and tugged you forward, urging you you follow suit. Myotis swatted his hand away swiftly, giving the young man a glare that made him retreat quickly.

“I'm sorry my dear, I was in such a hurry to pick you up I seem to have forgotten to give some… instructions, mind getting ahead? The driver will teach you the way towards the main hall as I speak with my servant a little, I'll be with you in just a moment” 

Myotis gently tugged at you, urging you to follow the driver. You nodded, still confused, but obeyed anyway. The driver led you through a door that opened with a key and led into a long hallway, lavishly decorated in an elegant gothic style. Ornate frames, dark polished wood, and intricate details lined the walls, while every window was completely covered, keeping the corridor dim and secluded. At the far end, two large wooden doors stood waiting.

You feel your heart on your throat as a butler opens the door for you, as you make your way inside, you feel like you walked straight into a historical movie of some sort, if the outside looked already out of a gothic fairytale, you can't find the words to describe how impressive the inside is.

"I'm glad you seem to like the place, Amore, that makes things easier for both of us. I hope you can forgive my eagerness to meet you"

You can't help but get surprised when you notice him right beside you, as if he teleported, speaking to you dearly as he grabs your hand as if it was made of glass to softly kiss the back before giving you a smile. 

"Fear not, you can always indulge yourself and wander around to enjoy the mansion, but I rather that the precious focus of your gaze be on me, I’d be delighted to spend as much time with you as possible, don't you think so?"

“Uh, what side should I see first? This place seems huge”

“I’m thrilled to seeing how eager you are Amorcito, although, I hope you have the heart to forgive this little greedy soul of mine if I dare to impose myself to be your guide in this exorbitant maze that is our love nest” 

He starts showing you around, steps slow and words soft yet clear, from time to time stopping to talk about something that catches your eye of all the decorations on the hallways and rooms.

“It seems like it's time for our exploration to have a little break my dear, though, rest assured we have all the time at our disposal to continue afterwards. Now, fancy a drink with some appetizers? I'm sure I can fulfill any cravings you may have” 

He took you to a balcony that was beautifully covered with curtains to ensure that not even the slightest sun sneaks out, the table on the centre was prettily decorated with candles. He helps you sit, but what surprises you is the other chair moving next to you, he can't help but chuckle at your surprise.

“Oh, I'm sorry amor, I forgot to warn you but I must add that your surprise expression is rather the cutest sight I ever had the pleasure of observing… you see, vampires have this little tricks under our sleeve to make things a little bit easy, I hope I don't come off as lazy to you my dear” 

He was about to sit when he caught the head butler passing by the end of the hallway from the corner of his eye.

“Ah, I'm sorry dear, it seems that since I was so eager to make my best presentation for you that I forgot to make a little… announcement, I would be off just a moment, would it be greedy of me to hope you'll miss me like I would miss you in these short moments apart?”

You watch as he rushes back inside towards the butler, flagging him down. You can't help but look towards their interaction, Myotis seemingly relaying some crucial information to the man, who perks up immediately, his expression going from serious and composed to an eager grin, brimming with excitement. Myotis seems bewildered by it, but dismisses it with a shake of the head as the man retreats hurriedly in the opposite direction. 

The rest of the afternoon went rather normally, tho, the employees seemed to be in a rather rush, holding random decorative stuff or food and rushing from one place to the other, as if the background chaos has nothing to do with him, Myotis simply starts showing you your room.

“This room is connected to mine, you just need to use that wooden door there and you can visit me anytime. Ah, also if you dislike the furniture or colors, just tell me, I did the decorative purely on standards, we can always demolish everything and do it again, just say the word, I promise is no bother at all” 

The room matched the opulent gothic style of the rest of the house, you don't even doubt that the little details that seem gold, are actually probably pure gold. Honestly, you were actually lost for words, probably a simple piece of furniture here is worth more digits that you can guess, luckily for you, a maid holding a rather big box interrupted the conversation, leaving the box on top of your mattress.

“Lord, the last preparations needs yours supervision to make sure the perfect procedure”

Myotis nods, you don't really get what is going on but the little you become to know Myotis, is probably some lavish and dramatic surprise you don't have the heart to ruin, so, you just smile as Myotis says his farewells.

Once you are on your own, you open the large box to find a neatly folded set of night clothes, with simple, tasteful frills around the neckline, the fabric soft and silky to the touch, though thick enough not to feel too light on your skin. Its striking white color contrasted with the decorations you saw the servants rush with earlier, which made you wonder what plans your precious mosquito could have in store for you.

Once you are dressed, a rather young looking butler waits for you, his fangs sticking out a little as he smiles at you, he excitedly asks you to please follow him.

Even if you already went through the hallways with Myotis, you can't help but think is that is going to take you some time to get used to seeing such delicate and detailed things on a regular basis, with towering arches, the dark heavy curtains blocking the outside world, and rows of candelabras casting warm, flickering light over the marble floors.

However, something doesn't feel quite good... Oh Dear, your self preservation is as impressive as always.

Just as the thought reaches your head, you feel a sudden breeze brush against your side, a faintly human silhouette clouding your vision. the dull eyes of who you remember faintly to be the head butler rushing behind you at an inhuman speed, a beautifully intricate silver dagger held tightly in his hand. 

“Stasera ci siamo riuniti per un motivo molto speciale: Il nostro Lord Myotis, che tutti noi amiamo, ci ha dato il piacere di vivere ancora una volta una delle nostre tradizioni più antiche”

 You feel a shiver wrack your body as the blade softly touches against your throat. It's sharp, not decorative at all. your heart ceases in your chest, your mind going blank with sudden, overwhelming dread. 

What could you possibly do? with a dagger to your throat, any sudden movement could get you killed,could get that sharp blade to pierce your skin and everything would be over. Running is not even an option, not with how seamlessly the man moved behind you without making as much of a sound. 

The idea of shouting for help strikes you, but it's quickly shut down by realization. If one of the servants is in on it, all of them must be aware as well, right?

Does Myotis know about this? 

He must, right? Was this the plan all along? Have you been played? served on a silver platter to a bunch of creatures of the night like the finest meat? you feel a hole in the pit of your stomach at the thought. 

Your breathing turns shallow, your heart hammering in your chest as if it's about to burst out of your ribs. frozen, unable to see a way out, it feels like the whole world crumbles around you, only to rebuild in seconds as the blade presses tighter against your skin and all goes to shit. 

A shivering, blood curdling scream leaves your lungs, your hands trembling as they reach for the dagger at your throat trying to retrieve it. 

The clatter of something falling to the floor catches your attention, the cold of the blade no longer against your skin. You instantly turn around to check, catching sight of the head butler with a pained expression, reaching to cover his ears with shivering hands just like your own, as if the sounds of your screams pained him. You hear groans of pain lurking in the shadows, other servants falling to their knees in a heap, clutching their ears as well, their eyes wide. A moment later they freeze, fear washing over their eyes and you turn around on trembling legs at the sound of hurried footsteps behind you.

“...what in hell is going on here? Why was my darling screaming?”

You quickly go to myotis, still shaken by the situation but you know myotis is your safest space to go now. Myotis doesn't waste time holding you, you notice his hands trembling, not from fear, he was trembling from pure rage.

“M-my lord, we were just preparing the things for the ritual sacrifice, y-you know-”

“The fuck?! I mean ritual of union, hungry bastards” 

You see all his extravaganza slip out of him as he holds you tight on his arms, all servants seem to quickly panic at myotis words, kneeling and asking for forgiveness.

“Get out of my sight, my darling will choose the destiny of you all after some time”

In just one blink of your eye, everyone has left the room, Myotis gently helps you sit back on the chair and kneels in front of you.

“My dear love, I shouldn't have let you stray out of sight. My poor darling, so frightened..”

He’s still kneeling before you, his arms wrapped around your legs, chin resting atop your knees as he stared up at you with pitiful eyes, the slight furrow on his brow and eyes narrow yet tender betraying his desperation for your forgiveness like a whimpering puppy. 

“My dearest, it is my earnest yet undeserving hope that this incident doesn't stain your thoughts of me… I sincerely cannot fathom how fate took such short amount of time to bring us together, I must really be favored by fortune this time, it's just been like a decade or two of waiting and I finally have you before me"

You can't help but blush, still too stunned about all the things happening so soon, and he continues talking.

“Amore, Tesoro, Vita Mia, Cuore Mio… Things might have gone a little out of plan but since you already heard my plan there is no use in delaying it no longer, of course, you can have all the time you wish to think about it, no matter how many centuries I must wait, I would be happy just spending the time alongside you”

He lets go of your leg, his hand fishing something out of his pocket, pulling out of it the most astounding, beautifully crafted ring you had ever seen in your life, seemingly made to your tastes exactly.

“I took the liberty to study how humans commonly propose eternal union… and I am under the assumption that your culture uses a custom ring, therefore, I desired to meld our costumes together given that this ritual signifies the synthesis of our life spawns together”

He gives you a smile

“Dear, will you please grant me the honor to share eternity beside you?”

Ta-daa! That's a little surprise Tea prepared for y’all, hope ya like it! I understand when the reader says he was enchanting, he is enchanting even myself ₍₍⚞(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⚟⁾⁾ ~ coffee

Rendering is a nightmare I'm still trying to get used to but I’m actually very proud of this one. We went over his design many times and arrived at this (and of course I tortured myself by drawing jewelry and biblically accurate bat wings because why not) YIPPIEEE- (​꒦ິꈍ​​꒦ິ) ~ Tea

I love his lil butt We all do

Translations:

Note from coffee: sorry if the Italian it's weird, it's been years since I last practiced it ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) 

“Stasera ci siamo riuniti per un motivo molto speciale: Il nostro Lord Myotis, che tutti noi amiamo, ci ha dato il piacere di vivere ancora una volta una delle nostre tradizioni più antiche” 

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“Tonight we have gathered for a very special reason: Our Lord Myotis, whom we all love, has given us the pleasure of once again experiencing one of our most ancient traditions.”

“Ti prometto che non mordo…” = “I promise I don’t bite”

“Amore, Tesoro, Vita Mia, Cuore Mio…” = “Love, Treasure, My life, My heart…”

sorry for the misspellings and weird sentence structure ❣

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★

pov ___

*sigth* 

here we go again….. my stupid parents fighting, again, stupid stupid adults. is already so much stress having to move out so away. even getting to a new high school in the middle of the school year too.

whatever, i just shower quickly and put on the first thing on my closet. not thinking it much, just my messy hair and the school unifotm that my parents fails to buy in the right size, making it more tight, more like if i were going to a party than the school…….  *sotght* stupid parents. i went on my bike and i bike my way to the school.

you walked through the halls of your new school, the noise of your new classmates, all people you didn't even have the motivation to get to know, you put your headphones on, drowning the sounds of people walking the corridors as you made your way to your designated locker, though, on your way, you bumped into someone, someone than would turn your world 360 upside down...maybe not in a way you hope for...

???: "whatch where your going, idiot!" - the voice of a guy grumbled in front of you, sounding agitated and angry, rubbing the spot on their chest your forehead barely grazed since you’re so tiny compared to his taller form. “i’ve got places to go, get out of my way!” his expression furrowed into a scowl, his black hair falling over one eye, hiding the messy eyeliner beneath, even in his pale complexion, a faint tint of pink dusted his skin. what the hell…?

___: “Hey, dont talke to me like that!” - i quickly reply, who he thinks he is?, you cant deny he is nothing like the dumb city richt boys back in your city, but, that doesnt mean he can just act like hes some sort of fuckboy- “I dint know how u treat the rest here… but im not scared of you…”  …ew

Jade: “Im jade, and let me tell you somethin, i dont like that tone, u dummy” - he sais The boy’s expression changed, from a deep frown to a show of slight surprise, nobody ever speaked to him like that! whats this feeling he feels on his feeling? filling his emo dark heart, making him… feel - “who the hello are you?” …who the hell are YOU?

___: “im ___, 16 years, im the new student and let me tell you, im not like the others here, you wont intimidate me jade” - i said, since i have a bad attitude when someone mess with me - "my parents move in just yesterday and I'm forced to come here on this new school" with all the respect love, just keep walking

Jade: "whatever, nerd" - he said, his eyes like plates due to how strong ___ is, he never meet someone like that! - "watch your back, dork" …kiddo, you’re scaring no one

Before ____ could say something,the bell rings, oh no! The first class started! ___ picks up on running to arrive on time! But in the middle of the running, someone gets in the way, ___ eyes widen like plates, Angelo! The biggest star ever! On her school! Shit, they got him in this mess too…

Angelo: "careful, precious" - he said, as they help ___ stand up, but as he was about to kiss ____ hand as common greeting for him, ___ stop them - 

____: "is okey, you don't need to so this, you don't need to act like I'm a fan of yours, I just listen to indie groups so you aren't my style" - ___ gives a bow before running to their class, leaving angelo there stunned -

Angelo: "woah, no one ever resisted me so much…. Person with unknown name, so… new" - oh god, everyday was so boring everyone just falling on my feet but this one… this misterious person didn't let him kiss their hand and even sayed he wasn't that good… so unique, everyone just fall at his feet, this misterious person is so unique and different - I'm starting to think that writing death scenes is more sane that writing whatever this is.

After class uwu …just kill me already

Auchie, I just hurted my hand on art class, so I'm going to the bathroom go clean it when I find on the way the bad boy Jade resting against the wall of the hallway until his eyes spot me,

Jade:"already searching for me like a little fan?" -he said sarcastic, not knowing how to act around ____  until his eyes darken after seeing ___ hand - "...who did this to you?" - he growls as he grabs me by my arm strongly- for fuck’s sake not this one too…

___: “w-why u care so much, huh playboy? - i say pulling away mmy hand from him -

“now let go of my arm, your hurting me!”

Jade: “i-its not like i care, baka” - he said grabbing her hand again - “ just tell me who did thia to u” - he said, in his mind wondering why he cared so much for ___, it was just a nerd new on the school -

just as it seemed Jade’s grip was getting stronger, his frowning deeper, his eyes with a hint of red in them, ahand grabbed at Jades wrist, pulling it away from your’s…

Angelo: “.....did you did not hear her? ___ told u to let go….” - he appear, out of nowhere getting between ___ and Jade,, - “im gonna call the principal if u dont let go of ___ in this instant” Jade: “uhg, why are you here, anyways?, this is none of youre business, Angelo!”- Jade growled, yanking his hand away from yours, his cheeks blushing quit a bit. “Dont u have autograps to sign or something?!” Don't you have homework to do or something better than this?

___: “UHG! woul you guys stop figthing for my already!?” - i shouted, pulling away from bot of them with my arms crosed, me glare made both shrink back, clearli intimidated. “I’m not some delicate princess who need protecting, Angelo,! i can taske care of me, and, for your information, this is just a papercut, Jade!” …does this count as a crime against humanity?

____ after saying that ___ kicks off runnung pulling headphones on, a new indie song banging on the speakers of the earphones, a song named teenagers by my chemical romance… yeah I know, you probably never hear of it before, indie artist that nobody knows are ____ obsession, not like those popular trendyh like direction one, no, ___ rather find these mysterious gems hidden-

___ get out the school and get on her motorcycle, biking her way back to her home, where ___’s parents waits got ___ on the white couch of the living room

___: “hi” - _____ says confused since how they were arguing this morning and now cling to each other this way as they look at her with a strange look -

___’s mom: dear, we  need to tell you something - ___ mom grab ___ hands gently -

____’s dad: ___, we discover with your mother that we just doscorver that the cause of that we keep on fighting is because of money problems and as our child we decide that is our best choice to use the fruit of love to restore it, so, we found an offer very impportnant - ____ dad says his tone firm as alawyas - hope it’s an offer for a therapy session.

____ mom: theres a good boy, the new famous rich singer, angelo, his manger came with an offer for you and we decide to accept it, hope u know its the best for everyone, your dad and i will recover out stability and more and you will have a good life with that famous rich boy - ___’s mom says before ordering ___ to start packing her things - I’m pretty sure this is some sort of human trafficking… 

___ run to the attic, where, ___’s room is, and start crying on the bed until a rock hid her window.

___: “who is there?” - ___ says and run to the balconi where jade was sitting on a huge tree in front of the balcony.  Do attics have balconies?

Jade: “I hear what ur parents pull on you, nerd” - he said as his eyes darken -  “run away with me” - he said offering their hanf for ___ to grab and scape with him - “i lo ҉v҉e҉  ý̶̤͉́o̶͔̞͎͕̾̽̀͐u҉̲̱͙̗͇̀̏"̵̩̗̰̪̭͑̔̀̓

Huh? Why does everything seem so… hazy

God… I was about to go insane if that blushit continued a second longer. Those two finally lost it or something? Honestly, Darling, I admire your resilience in reading… whatever the fuck this was. 

If you like April fools this much, why don't you and me play something? After all, we don’t get the chance to see each other much like you do with the others. What about a ‘would you rather?’ 

Tell me darling, would you rather stay here with me or go again with th҉e҉  o̸͙̘̊̓̾t҈̟̲͑̅́̀̅h̴̗̘͇̲̃̍̈́̆e҈̝͔̩̏͑͗͗ͅr̵̰̲͈͊̂̽͋s̸͈̤̎̀͛́?҈̮͉̑́

Oh, c͟͞o͟͞m͟͞e͟͞ ͟͞o͟͞n͟͞,͟͞ ͟͞j͟u͟s͟t͟ ͟a͟ ͟f͟e͟w͟ ͟m͟o͟r͟e͟ ẃ̷͎̮̞̦̦̈o̷̦̦̅͆r҈̜͇̠́͋̾̒̔d̶̫̖̂͋̄̊̊s̷͍͔̤͐͗.̵͍͍̩̃̄

 ҉U҉n҉t҉i҉l҉ ҉n҉e҉x҉t҉ ҉t҉i҉m҉e҉, D̴͈̠̮̓̉ã̶̮͈̞̣̞̄̐̐̆r̶̦̤̰̋̐̀̒̒l҉̝͔̅̑ͅí̷̪͖̰̟̘̔͊͆͐ň̴͍̦̟͂͛g̴̖͎̘̤̅̽̎̌.̸̥̖̓̎̀͌

… must have been the wind ꨄ︎

Happy April fools everyone!! hehe - twins

HELLOOO, coffee talking! Miss me? I hope so (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧, Tea and I were thinking that it would be funny to do something for April fools that represent our roots as writers: wattpad 2015. Spanish speakers: honestamente tuvimos que darlo todo para no hacer una referencia de 47 centimetros por que no tiene sentido en inglés pero creanme que queríamos xD. Hope this was cringy and funny! please ignore the little… disturbance in the reading, hope y’all enjoyed it. - coffee 

We had so much fun writing this and going over old fanfics for reference of what to do lol I swear we had to take notes on what to fumble, but aside from that, it was very fun and sort of nostalgic reading fanfics like those. I wasn’t on wattpad around the boom of fanfic writers though…I was in the trenches of Amino rolplaying… dark times indeed (ᴗ_ ᴗ。). - Tea

* inhales * smash - Coffee

BTW, the thumbnail for this post is an actual sketch of highschool Jade in the peak of his emo phase lol. Yes, it 's canon. But he wasn’t AS cringey as in this story… nor was he a bully! (also, smash indeed) - Tea

HEY EMO BOY HE-HE-HEY EMO BOY

Here’s a small doodle of how Jade looks every time he remembers his…past

T͟͞h͟͞a͟͞t͟͞ ͟͞p͟͞o͟͞o͟͞r͟͞ ͟͞k͟͞i͟͞d͟͞,͟͞ ͟͞y͟͞o͟͞u͟͞ ͟͞c͟͞r͟͞u͟͞s͟͞h͟͞e͟͞d͟͞ ͟͞h͟͞i͟͞m͟͞ ͟͞t͟͞o͟͞ ͟͞p͟͞i͟͞e͟͞c͟͞e͟͞s͟͞ ͟͞h͟͞e͟͞r͟͞e͟͞…͟͟͞͞

sorry for the misspellings and weird sentence structure lol ❣

Que sepas que nos pusimos a gritar emocionados cuando vimos tu ask, por supuerto que nos encantaría, now we are the ones acting like little fans jsjsjs Angelo tiene el pelo rubio y unos ojos hazel, es descrito como angelical por su voz y su fama, su tez es clara pero no pálida, tiene un bronceado muy ligero, como té con leche. otros detalles es su lunar a lo marilyn monroe al costado izquierdo del labio, pelo lacio hasta la nuca tipo wolf cut

this type of haircut

Su estilo es como casual-formal, su intención es totalmente hacer las mejores impresiones para su pareja so si su pareja así lo quiere, él puede moldearse a su gusto. Como el seller dijo, el de verdad le gusta lucir bien para su s/o.

De verdad me alegra mucho que a alguien le guste lo suficiente uno de nuestros personajes como para dibujarlo. Estábamos los dos tan emocionados que nos adelantamos a escribir todo este Q&A de una sentada para poder responder a tu pregunta. Comparto también ese sentimiento con respecto a los yanderes, en un inicio no le veía tanto la gracia hasta que decidí comenzar a escribirlos junto a Coffee y empecé a entender un poco más el appeal de esta clase de personajes. No puedo esperar a ver qué tal te queda Angelo! WE TOTALLY EXCITED!

Well, in terms of second language, tarak is a nerd dragon, he studied everything and is very proud of that (use him as ur wikipedia), myotis is based on Gomez Addams, he knows more languages because “love has many” and he isn’t gonna take any chances, imagine he can’t talk with his darling, a nightmare. Grier pick up random things from games and media, and don't tell Jade I tell u this but in his emo boy phase, he put many status in different languages to seem “different” so he knows random words in every language (by google translate). Lior is still trying to get fluent in English, give the baby more time. 

The only character with a set nationality is Angelo who is Argentinian, so speaks both english and spanish, there’s no particular reason as to why, it just seemed to fit him. The others don’t have a set nationality, though I do personally imagine Jade to have the facial features of an Asian American guy, but we are not knowledgeable enough to elaborate on that. 

I imagine him as foxy visual trype of character tbh.

We usually choose stuff from characters or media we enjoy and merge it all together, for example, Phobiasroom! it came from our deep fascination with the whole backrooms theme and our shared fear of deep sea creatures, so we asked ourselves, wouldn’t that make a damn cool character? and to top it all off, a yandere! (because Coffee is obsessed with them). Some behaviors or ways of thinking we do take from…

You, from you Tea JSJSJSJS sometimes of me or sometimes of something we say, but mostly Tea sjsjsjs tho when is things we don't know much about we make assumptions or research, like with the monster of phobiabackroom, there was a lot of trial and error on his character until we both end up satisfied and even some things are taken and transformed from shows or things we read/saw, there's actually a lot of exciting talk between us talking about adding a thing or another.

TO BE FAIR- it’s not that i’m obsessive or crazy, nononononono- I just become a bit infatuated with my crushes and gush about them to Coffee and she just… writes it down, and before i know it, she wrote it down for one of the characters and it just seems to fit, so I don’t change it. I will NOT disclose which characters have some of my own thoughts poured into them, you’ll just have to guess. I can say if u want -NO

Also, if you are a person who struggles with some things of writing, I strongly recommend you start writing with ur bestie or even ur sibling like us. I’m more an imaginative kinda writer, I love creating new characters and univeserses and dialogues but im very bad at the narrative, writing descriptions or follow certain rhythm is very hard for me while Tea loves to visualize the space. write between two isn’t very popular but I strongly advice it if you find the other person can complement ur writing, in my case, my twin.

I do enjoy the setting more than writing the characters. I like to set a specific aura or vibe to the worlds we create and bring out some of the exciting emotions we get while thinking through them. Coffee’s writing style compliments mine very well since I struggle with portraying the character’s emotions, which is Coffee’s strong suit.

The weak point of one is the stronger point of the other. We a lot the same but also a lot different, that's why we good twins.

Well, I have a soft spot for Dizie but the most fun to write I think it was grier, seller was a pain to write since well he is more calm but no calm character which is very confusing and it was really hard to keep that character, im better written with more consistent personalities. And i'm confident I can dealt with any of the shop except t҉͚̖̀̿h̸͈̬̳̮͎̀̽̋̽̇e҈͚͙̱͈̎̊̓̚ õ̶̬̲͇̣̔̈́w҈̫̘̜̖̽̀͋̄n̴̝͕̖̓̑̋e҈͚̰̘̯̈́̒͋̈̔r̸͈̗̝̮̍́̍̓ , yanderes are my taste since I have memory so im confident I know a lot.

OLIVER IS MY BEAUTIFUL BABYBOI AND I’D TAKE A BULLET FOR HIM ANY DAY… Ehem- I really adore him mostly because I sort of relate to his way of thinking, the need to please his beloved with sweet treats and a passion for baking, (though i’d never put actual parts of myself in what i bake…) Jade was particularly hard to write for the fact he actively tries to keep his possessive tendencies at bay, hiding them from the reader while also trying to make them slightly visible proved to be…quite the challenge, but we hope we made him justice! I’d probably also choose Jade if I was in the reader’s shoes, though being so bold as to request something out of the menu would be sort of embarrassing… what if someone looked like Till from Alien Stage? I ACCEPT-

In all honesty, most of our ideas come from random thoughts that cross Coffee’s mind at any time of day. Something like “what if [insert random object] was a yandere?” at 3 AM…worst of all is that I just run with it, we go back and forth about it and BOOM, another universe and like 5 other OC’s to develop.

When tea thinks I don’t have any more things to turn yandere POOM:

“clothes as yanderes is a weird but funny concept”

a turtle neck is very good as a yandere.

Well, I send random things in general like:

“did u notice u have everything to be the antichrist in the eyes of a strict catholic?”

Imagine just chilling, washing dishes and you see that kind of text…hilarious. 

Well, first of all, we aren’t in for writing smut/suggestive since well, we would absolutely laugh in every word, I cannot look and my twin and say pennis seriously JSJSJSJSJ we are totally into trying different kinds of angst and certain level of dead dove so don’t be afraid to ask for different things while its not: smut, incest, long difference of ages (tho a puppy love sounds cute to write, but always keeping a normal age range), we also don’t plan on writing a very physically descrived kinda reader because we wish for the most readers to feel identified with them. Tho we are open to do little things for asks like “Lior with a reader that suffers migraines”, “Tarak with a reader on their period”, etc more ambiguous and not concerning topics we can’t properly tackle or make justice to.

When it comes to what we will answer directly about ourselves, the rules are very simple; we won’t answer anything too personal like our real names, that sort of thing is off the table since we like to keep this blog about our characters and silly little worlds we make up. questions about what we like or our writing process are okay, of course, it’s not like we will never say stuff about ourselves, but it’s best for it to come naturally. In any case, if an ask/request makes us uncomfortable, we will simply not answer it!

We luv u guys too <3 

  ∧,,,∧

(  ̳• · • ̳)

/    づ♡  we luv u  tuu (btw, another horror fan yeiiiiiii)

Yeh, growing up I became a big coffee fan and Tea of tea, honestly it is hard for me to understand different kinds of tea and stuff but I can differentiate coffee even by smell so yeh, I think is one of our main differences as twins. We came up with these nicknames since we always try to make the other taste a different type of coffee/tea.

I actually can’t drink coffee at all since my stomach is too sensitive to certain foods, so trying different kinds of tea was my only hope for a comforting drink in the mornings which slowly turned into a full on addiction. It’s kind of funny to me how that worked out, I mean, Coffee is the more energetic of us and I’m more quiet. My absolute favorite preparation of tea has to be black with a hint of fresh mint and a splash of milk! It's so comforting, like a warm blanket. 

Doesn’t it sound like an easy choice? The one that stands out the most!

 Your smile widens, imagining who might be behind this enigmatic title of “the singer” there was no spinning it, the mysterious yet extravagant summary the smiling seller told you totally bought you. Is this your wattpad moment? where you suddenly start living with Harr-

“Ejem, if you might excuse my forwardness, But I advise you to quicken this process since waiting for long can turn… complicated for our candidates, and management, and the general public. Though by the looks of it I think you’ve already made a decision, Dear. So tell me, who’s the lucky one? that gets to not turn even more crazy than they already are”

“Well, I want the singer… Please”

You give the seller a shy smile, hoping you don't look too pretentious with your choice but you don’t have time to dwell on it much. Before you knew it, the seller was already shaking your hands congratulating you for your decision before slipping away to make a quick call  to who you guess is the yandere. Now that you think about it… Why had nobody chosen him before? like, it’s a very obviously perfect option, maybe he was new in the system or som-

“Dear, sorry for my disrespectful interruption of your thoughts again, but I must inform you that the limo is here, seems like Angelo wants to give you a blissful and boastful first impression! It was a pleasure to meet you, Darling”

The seller attempts to try and kiss your hand, but the chauffeur snaps your hands away from him saying he got clear orders of not letting anyone touch you, the seller just chuckles and raises his hands before getting back into the shop.

You stood there a little dazed before finally realizing the kind of future that lay ahead of you. Following the chauffeur, who swiftly guides you into the vehicle, You find that inside there’s even some snacks for you to enjoy through the ride but a little knot on your stomach deters you from indulging. You chose and signed the papers quickly since it was what your heart desired but, shouldn’t you have asked more before choosing? You take a deep breath, reassuring yourself that  you’re just nervous, everything will be just as good or even better than what you picture it. 

Then you look out the tinted window… Where are you right now? What's this neighborhood? Every corner is covered in fancy arrangements and decor which amuses you. Eventually, you pull out your phone to check how much longer it takes getting to this place coincidentally as the car stops its movement and interrupts your train of thought yet again.

The door of the car is opened before you get the chance to even lift a finger and you are greeted by the angelic face of a man, worthy of praise and worship, smiling down at you and offering his hand as to help you get out of the car

"Hi~, welcome welcome, how are you feeling on such a joyful day as today? I hope that you are as thrilled as I am"

He says with a charming smile, holding your hand delicately for you to exit the car then  guides you into his house, his eyes ogling you like a three course meal. 

"Would you like something to drink? A water perhaps? I don't really have much sugary drinks since I have to take good care of my vocal cords, but if that's what you'd enjoy, then I'll absolutely find a way to get it for you"

"Oh, I'm really fine, don't wor-"

His step falters before stopping dead in his tracks, his smile softening in… awe? He shuffles closer as your voice trails off by the sudden action.

"Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry to interrupt your words, I just couldn't help but get closer… you speak so softly, I'd wish to hear you more clearly"

He puts his hand on your shoulder reassuringly, though it quickly moves up to your neck, his thumb caressing the side of your throat.

"You shouldn't overthink too much, your duty here is being happy with me, and when I'm not around, feel free to enjoy your free time as you wish; my only condition here is you take care of yourself and… to not look at anyone else in the eye for too long… but well, you should’ve already expected that, you signed for it, honey"

You shy your gaze away from those hazel eyes that seem to adore you so much, but he gently holds your face with his other hand, gently moving your face to look at him as he caresses your cheek with his thumb.

“Angelo. of course I-”

As you were about to get your first lovely tender moment with your dream yandere; someone interrupts, you couldn’t see who, Angelo quickly pulls you into a safe hug, with your face on his chest, like protecting a precious yet fragile gem. You also failed to see his murderous glare, silly cute fool. 

“What?”

“Angel, hay una llamada urgente, es tu manager, es algo relacionado al concierto del mes que viene” 

….Huh? Spanish? 

“¿Otra vez jodiendo con lo mismo? Ya lo cancele, que deje de molestar… Ahí voy, es capaz de venir hasta acá si no le contesto, podes irte”

Clueless of the situation, you keep still comfy in the hug as he pats your head, he really uses a good cologne, just when you hear footsteps falling away. is when he loosens his grip and looks back at you with a soft smile before kissing your cheek.

“Sorry I can't give you a good tour at this moment Honey, my manager is calling for some urgent work matters, hope you can forgive me. In the meantime, a maid can show you around our backyard or you can ask her to guide you to your room. I decorated it myself, very standart, so you can change it as you like, Darling. I’m thrilled to see your precious self around each corner in the mansion, because everything you choose or touch will be always have your print on it” 

He kisses you hand before calling the headmaid, a woman who gives you the impression of a sweet grandmother who bakes cookies and pies. As you two were left alone, she giggles and offers to walk you around the garden, which  you gladly accept. 

“Oh, look this one was chosen by one of the butlers, the name is a real tongue twister for me ‘rhododendron’ or something like that, I'm too busy to keep worrying about memorizing such a name. Oh dear, sit inside the gazebo, it has such a good view of the garden, would you rather have some tea or coffee? I’ll bring you some to enjoy this evening”

You thank her as you giddily enter the gazebo and sit on one of the chairs around a little tea table. You were enjoying the view as you imagined cute things to do with Angelo, but it seems like today is the day that everyone decides to interrupt you. A loud noise startled you, a man dressed formally was gasping for air, cold sweat on his face as if he saw Ghostface or something. 

“You have to get out of here”

“Huh? What are you talking about?”

You watch him hurry to you and grab you by the arm but by reflex you pull back in the opposite direction, like if it were some siblings fighting you two on each side of the table, moving when the other moves. You remember his voice, he is the one that interrupted you earlier with Angelo.

“You need to run, he’s a fucking psycopath”

Oh, what a surprise. The yandere is a psychopath, wow.  

Wait, it’s surely not common that other people around them knew about their yandere antics, what are you supposed to do now? Fuck, maybe you really should have bought that manual for 'how to take care of your yandere' when they offered it to you on the website to know what to do in this moment.

“Okey, I think I know what are you worried about, believe me, it isn’t a problem, I-”

“YOU DO NOT KNOW! That psycho, some time ago- he started saying he needed to prepare for his angel of music and at first I thought he was paroding tha phantom of the opera, but then he began firing a lot of people, he only allowed the old servants and people that weren’t able to speak english to remain, I learned the language in secret since I can’t let this happens to someone. He wants to trap you and control you in…”

And then, you stopped listening, this wannabe of a hero is kinda getting on your nerves. Yeh yeh, psychopaths are bad, you know, you care? Nope, you literally had to go through so much paperworks and half of it asked if you were sure of it, even going through a psychological test! This guy isn’t just about to stress you out on your perfect day where you finally got your dream lover for life. But before you could tell this guy to leave you alone, the maid that treated you like so sweetly was calling for you. You were about to happily go when the weirdo grabbed you by your arm and told you to remember what he said… 

Anyways, you ignore him and act as if he doesn’t exist as you make your way to the smiling grandma waiting for you.

“Oh, sorry for making you come all the way here dear, but sir Angelo asked if you could please have the merienda with him, don’t worry. Angelo already informed us all about what would be of your taste, hope you enjoy it”

…

Ah, you really couldn’t wish for today to be more perfect, you practically spent the whole day with Angelo clinging to you and wanting to know so much about you like a cute puppy. You did not expect him to suddenly drive you to a restaurant that got your favorite food as a specialty for dinner but you sure as hell aren’t complaining. How did he know? You don't know and you pretty much don’t care, much less as when you are on your new room, in the comfiest pajamas you could ever think of, cozy laying on a damn soft bed while your hair is getting so lovingly caressed, both of you spending your time talking since neither wished to separate from the other.

“Okay Angel, I answered so many of your questions, now you answer mine….. Oh yeah, you mentioned that you liked  the process of composing a song a lot. Tell me, how is it? How does it feel?”

“Well Honey, you see, so sometimes people write music using music theory and some just go with intuition. I'm an intuition guy and… it feels kind of like pouring your heart out, how the song turns out is only partly intentional, you can say it's like love itself, you can’t fully control it, it just pops into your heart and you just need to let it out”

“And since it is like love, let me throw you another question related, how do you feel love?”

He chuckled softly as he kissed your cheek before standing up from the bed and beginning to talk as he guided you towards the door.

“A curious bunny, aren't we? Well, I don't think there's a way to properly explain love, and in our case it is even harder to put in words, you feel it. like that cute blush when I kissed you cheek, the little giggles we shared today, the loving glances,gestures, words… the endless need of protection, the endless wish for the other, the eternal devotion, the way the heart jumps overly excited nonstop and every word you precious voic-... Sorry my dear, I seem to have grown a little excited over there, hope you can excuse my behavior… I’m just so so so so intoxicatedly in love, you should rest now Honey, believe me, you will have no way to doubt my love. I will be in the room next door if you need a human body pillow to cuddle you to sleep; dulces sueños, Amor”

As he closes the door behind him, you are left there with a foolish smile, giggling as you hug your pillow while recalling the events of the day and think of what’s in stock for you. Will it be too much to really get into his room for cuddles and see his reaction? The only thought made you kick your feet yet again, before you could make a choice, a hand appeared from below the bed, scaring the shit out of you and just when you were about to scream to alert Angelo. The guy gets out from under the bed, revealing himself as the guy from before but this time wearing some spy costume.

“I’m here for you! I’m sorry I couldn’t come any sooner, it would have been so difficult to be in the same bed with that monster so close to you, you must feel so nauseous”

Yeah, so nauseous that you were just about to try to sneak into his room.

“Do not fear, I been working here for some time, I know every corner, we can escape together, I can’t let you be here alone with that, I must save you”

Buddy… there's less painful ways to die, seriously.

You stood there already seeing how this is gonna end because of this delusional man who doesn’t know how to get out of matters that don't concern him, this is no movie and he is gonna piss off the person he really should avoid getting mad.

“Hey, listen, I get that you are doing something that really shows how good morals you have, but this is entirely consensua- WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?”

“What I must!”

Is he fucking deaf or something? He suddenly grabbed you and is trying to get you out of the room by force! You can’t believe that the one kidnaping you isn’t the loving stalker you signed up for…

Oh oh

You swear you can hear how you are about to get a heart attack as adrenaline rushes to your veins, while you were fighting the maniac to let you go, he manages to get you just outside your door, and when you turn your head to ask for help, in the end of the hallway there he is: Angelo, who seems to have lost the lovesick eyes, his eyes now blown wide and unblinking with a crazed look and bloodshot pupils. His smile didn't fade away; though it was no longer warm as it had been the whole day. Then you remember one of the major rules you were told as you signed the papers to have a yandere. 

DO NOT TRY TO ESCAPE

Does this count as trying to escape? You didn't even plan to! This dumbass moron is going to make your angel have a heavy mental breakdown! Fuck, think quickly, think quickly.

As Angelo start running towards you and the guy also tries to drag you on the opposite direction, you take the opportunity he is not focusing in you to grab one of the fancy little vases decorating the hallway and smash it into his face, that wouldn't kill him, it’s just enough for him to lose his grip on you. You run towards Angelo, that was a second or so to catch up to you anyways, hyperventilating as your face collides with his chest, he tightly holds you, whispering how glad he is that you are good and that you weren't really trying to escape from him. His focus quickly switches to the apparently crazy man wincing because of his wounds and screaming how this is not right.

“Llevenselo… al sótano especial, se ve que nuestro amigo se muere por conocerlo, haganle el favor. Yo iré a verlo mañana…” 

You stay here frozen as from the corner of your eye you catch a man and a woman walking out of the shadows and swiftly knock the guy out before dragging him to who knows where, and in the back of your mind, you know it’s better that way; though… Why were they so close to your room?

“Oh, my sweet sweet honey, i’m so sorry you been thought al that… ah, you must be wondering who those were… you can say they are security elements my love, you know, there’s a record of people that regret the choice of having a yandere and try to escape and I didnt want to take any chances of something happening to my oh so precious dear, come here, you’re shaking a lot, lets go inside my room were I can tuck you into the bed, cuddle you and, most importantly, keep you safe”

You follow him as he makes sure you don’t lose your balance as the adrenaline washed away, getting you again in the bed as he holds you close with one arm and with his free hands he continues to caress your hair softly.

“My loving darling, I hope you can see how the security was so needed, you could really end up hurt… oh my poor sweetie, tomorrow we should just stay inside beside each other, what about eating all your favorite treats? We can watch that movie you love so much or search for something new. Oh, I saw you enjoying the garden, there’s a special hidden spot where I planted saloryss, you're gonna love it. Just us clinging and doing things together, being cute lovey dovey forever and ever, Hunny”

As he continues saying sweet things to you or planning things to do with you, you realize… this is the choice you made and you couldn't be more happy about it, more so when he starts peppering your face with kisses as he notices you lost in thought, even if it started strong, this is the kinda love you always wish for: eternal love… your boyfriend is truly so cute hehe.

Love is truly blind, huh?

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Translation of the dialogues in spanish (not so literal in so parts to help keep the vibe of the phrase):

“Angelo, hay una llamada urgente, es tu manager, es algo relacionado al concierto del mes que viene” = “Angelo, there’s an urgent call, is your manager, is something related to the concert the next month”

“¿Otra vez jodiendo con lo mismo? Ya lo cancele, que deje de molestar… Ahí voy, es capaz de venir hacía acá si no le contesto, podes irte” =  “bothering me with the same shit again? I've already canceled it, he should stop annoying me...I’ll go in a moment, he's capable of coming here if I don't answer him, you can leave."

“Merienda” = Is a light meal between lunch and dinner, think of it like tea time tho if its sweet or not, depends on the taste of the person.

“...Dulces sueños, Amor” = “Sweet dreams, Love”

“Llevenselo… al sótano especial, se ve que nuestro amigo se muere por conocerlo, haganle el favor. Yo iré a verlo mañana…”  = “Take him away.. to the special basement. It seems that our friend is dying to visit, do him the favor. I will go see him tomorrow…”

fanart a precious soul made of this character and his reaction

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣