Yandere Pop Idol X Reader

Yandere pop idol x reader

Your a huge fan of a certain pop idol, Kenzie Willer. The nation calls her a heartthrob, and an absolute doll!♡ But no one knew that she was a big fan of you.

Warnings: Stalking, Slight manipulation

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You had always been a huge fan of her work, she was your biggest idol! Ironic that she was a pop idol. You went to all her concerts, listened to all her albums, and bought all her mercy. You were definitely a die-hard fan

But little did you know, she was your biggest fan too. She first noticed you when she was signing autographs at her booth.

She felt her heart practically stop when she looked at you. She couldn't breathe. Did she even want to? You were the reason she could even breathe. She practically stumbled over her words as she signed your poster, adding a heart at the end of her name like she did with the rest of her posters.

After that moment, she wanted to know everything about you. Your favorite color, favorite place to eat, where you slept at night, what school you went to, ect.

She forced her managers to find all of your social media accounts so she could stalk make sure you were doing okay and staying up to date with you and your life! ♡

After that, you started receiving free stuff. A favorite plushie? On your front door step. Tickets to that movie you wanted to see? Right there in your mailbox. You even started winning tickets to her concerts! How lucky were you?

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You were so pumped! You had just won free tickets to see your favorite pop idols concert! The package even came with free merchandise of hers that you were definitely wearing. Everyone screamed and cheered as she came out on stage, waving at the crowd and blowing kisses. She was truly the nation's heartthrob. She even made eye contact with you! She blew a kiss right at your direction, before starting to sing.

Her voice swayed the whole crowd, everyone singing with her while jumping up and down. This was her newest album, "Bitter Love." The album was about unrequited love, which struck you deep in your chest. You knew what it was like to chase after someone who didn't love you, and didn't even know that you existed. You had listened to it on repeat, finding comfort in the album.

"Alright, everybody! For our next song, I want one of you to come sing it with me!" She yelled, a thousand hands, including yours, shooting up into the air. She looked around, tapping her finger on her chin before pointing at you with a smile. "You! Yes, you! Come up on here, sweetheart!" You were jumping for joy as three big burly bodyguards helped you towards the stage, envious looks thrown your way. But you didn't care. You got to meet your biggest idol!

The entire time you're on stage singing with her, she's touching you in some way. Either it is a hand around your waist, hand on your shoulder, or her body simply pressing against yours. She nearly passed out with how close you two were. You've never had more fun in your life than this very moment.

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Everyone knows that Kenzie is extremely affectionate, so it doesn't bother you when her hands are all over you. After the song is over, she hands you a seashell and kisses your cheek, leaving a pink lipstick stain on your cheek.

As her big burly bodyguards escort you down, you flip the seashell over to see her number, with the words call me in cursive writing. You can feel your heart speed-up.

Obviously, after the concert is over, you call her, I mean, who wouldn't? A fucking pop idol is interested in you. Why wouldn't you immediately call her after?

You two kick it off immediately. She has so much in common with you! And she's always so supportive and sweet towards you. You're honestly surprised she shares the same interests with you. You never expected someone like her to even have one thing in common with you.

Kenzie's thrilled. She finally has you in her grasp, and she's never letting you go either. You're a little fly stuck in her huge spider web.

But don't worry, sweetheart, the web is nice and soft for your pretty little head. And she'll make sure you're nice and cozied up in her silk.

Yandere Fashion designer x reader

TW: Obsessiveness, implied sexual abuse (past tense, not reader), depression, social anxiety, trust issues, mature language

Enjoy

Yandere FD who lives downtown in the city, who enjoys the quiet life and doesn't mind that no one's around. Really he likes being lonely

That was until you showed up on his doorstep during a bad rainstorm

You explain your not from around this city and your car broke down. You point at it and ask if you can stay with him for a little bit

He's a bit skeptical, eyeing your car and then eyeing you. Hesitantly, let's you come inside to dry off

Yandere FD who tells you to figure out a sleeping arrangement in the living room. He doesn't have any spare bedrooms

Yandere FD who keeps his entire identity a secret. You don't need to know him he doesn't need to know you.

Takes him a while to get obsessed he's already got bad experience in the relationship field

He calls up a mechanic that very night and tells you the earliest they can be is by next week. He wants you out of his house as soon as possible. What if you try and touch him while he's sleeping?!

The very next day he gets you working around 9:30. He doesn't want slackers in his home.

You barely see him. He's always cooped up in his office, designing new outfits and ordering the right cloth

Surprisingly you make a good worker. You don't complain and you get things done.

But by the time the mechanic comes by, he can bare you a little bit.

When you go to leave, you quickly remember. You never catched his name!

"Wait!" He turned around, staring at you through his hair. "I never catched your name!" There was a slight pause between the two of you. Finally, he responded. "That's cause I never threw it." He slammed the door, and didn't even bother peeking out the window. Who knew city folk could be so stingy? You drove off in your car, occasionally looking back at the house.

But he never even came outside.

After a while you started to miss his presence. Even if he was stingy and hard to talk too, he still gave you a place to stay. About a month later you drove back to his house. You knocked on his door three times, praying he'd answer. "What fuck do you- oh. It's you again. Your car break down again?" You shook your head and explained you wanted to get to know him better. Well that was odd. He invited you in, still hesitant about your plans.

Sooner or later Lance found himself feeling something for you. He didn't know what it was, but he wanted to be with you every step of the head. He was imagining a slight future with you. But he didn't know why. Hadn't he just met you? He hated people and always avoided going out. His doctor said depression made people be lonely and want to be isolated. So why were you different? Weren't you just some annoying pest that showed up on his doorstep?

"Can I catch your name now?" "Oh yeah. It's Lance. Lance Dustbin."

Did he just say he was Lance? The Lance Dustbin?!

You freaked out immediately and asked for his autograph. To say he was flattered was an understatement. He felt appreciated.

After much convincing, you manage to get him to sign your phone case

And with little convincing, you get his phone number

He asks if you two being friends could stay private due to his depression and anxiety and of course you accept.

A lot of your days are spent at his place, drinking coffee or having brunch at a local restaurant.

No matter, you've fallen for the fashion designer.

And he's fallen for you too. But maybe he fell a little too hard

He now constantly seeks for validation from you, whether confirming he's a good friend or if your friends with him for him and not because he's a famous fashion designer.

He gets worried when you don't text back. Did something happen? Was that creep next door bothering you? Did you not like him anymore??

It's never established if you two are dating or not. And he wants to keep it that way. What if a paparazzi finds out about you? You and him will never get any sleep!

He cares a lot about you, so don't lead him astray okay?

Please... Just stay with him a little longer.. he doesn't wanna be left alone again..

Currently bored and don't wanna finish writing so send asks about the yanderes and I'll answer

Alright I'm doing one more yandere, and then I'm gonna start working on more scenarios

Choose wisely

Y'all ready to get kidnapped by the yanderes in the next few coming days? 😀

Yandere Ceo x reader

Damien Sanchez. Easily one of the world'overs biggest ceo owners ever, owning nearly over 50 companies, and being married over 42 different times since he was 18. It was no shocker. He was incredibly crude and stuck up to all of his employees. But he's more soft towards you, little butterfly.

Warnings: Mature language, age gap, implied murder, work abuse, unfair amount of power in the work field, degradation, Slight babying if you squint, unfair treatment, favoritism

Working for the Damien Sanchez was definitely an opportunity you didn't want to pass! Even if all former and current employees were strongly advising against it.

You worked as a receptionist in one of his companies on the first floor. Apparently, each floor was something completely different than the last! But it was advised in the rules you mind your own business on your own floor.

You barely ever saw the boss. But it was fine! You made bank as a receptionist, so running into the boss wasn't really any of your concern. He probably wasn't even that bad!

That was until you heard a strong voice yelling at another employee from the 5th floor.

Apparently, his coffee wasn't brewed right, and that warranted him firing the employee on the spot. Soon, the elevator made a ding, and the big man himself stomped right over to you. You could've sworn all of the employees scattered like rats.

"You! Yes, you! Go brew me a dark coffee. None of that sweet stuff now get going or so help me god I'll fire you too!" You immediately ran to the closet coffee maker to make it for him. You had bills to pay!

You rushed back over with his coffee, where he was impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. You were surprised you didn't spill it everywhere, or fall straight on your face the way you practically threw it in his hands.

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He sipped his coffee, clearly taking his time while you squirmed under his gaze. Jesus, he really was intimidating with how fast your job could be on the line. "Mm... good job. What's your name?" He asked, raising a brow at you and your squirming figure. You immediately straightened up, letting out a silent sigh of relief. "Y/n Mr. Sanchez!" He nodded his head, snapping his fingers as he drank more of his coffee. "How unique. Anyways, you're moving up in the ranks, kid. 10th floor as my new assistant, get your bags." Without another word, he walked to the elevator and took it all the way back up.

Holy shit. Holy shit! Did you just get promoted?! This job was even better than what you thought! You wasted no time packing everything up and running to the elevator, a big grin on your face. You were eating good this week! As you checked your phone to tell your friends and family the good news, you forgot you had an article about your boss pulled up.

It was no surprise to anyone that your boss had been married 42 different times. You did admire him for his pull game, but figured he had bad luck. Maybe they were all gold diggers! But apparently, people had theories of what really was happening. All of his spouses mysteriously disappeared a few days after Damien and his newly wed spouse got married. Then he'd get all the inheritance money and whatever companies they owned, considering all 42 were rich. Some people were theorizing, he murdered them. Man people were crazy with their conspiracy theories.

But you remembered you never did see the old assistant leave the building.

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He liked how eager you were to take the new position as his assistant. Maybe you wouldn't fuck up as much as his old assistant. The old bastard could barely make a coffee for him.

You took your new role very seriously, and he appreciated that about you. Even if the other employees picked on you for being relatively young. They all disappeared anyway.

Over the few weeks, he found himself drawn to you. You were his little butterfly. So full of life unlike the other scum in all of his companies.

He made sure to be extra careful and lenient with you. Oh, you accidentally misfiled an extremely important file? Oh, it's fine, darling. He used to make that mistake all the time.

Oh, you spilled coffee on his brand new outfit? It's fine, little butterfly, he has the same outfit 5 times just in case.

But anytime, any other employee dare make a mistake as little as dropping a staple while he was walking? Fired immediately. What were they thinking? Idiots.

You never noticed how much more soft he was with you. And he was determined to keep it that way. He didn't want you getting hurt over any special treatment you definitely might be receiving.

He felt alive with you. Hell! Sometimes, he upped your pay just because you smiled at him! You really were a precious angel that needed to be protected. A butterfly with delicate wings.

Just quit researching about his past spouses' disappearances, or else he'll have to clip those pretty little wings before you fly too far and find out what really happened.