Yan!Slasher Headcanons

Yan!Slasher headcanons

[part.2]

Yan!Slasher who’s your high school’s resident book nerd 

Yan!Slasher who sees you in the library and doesn't think he’s able to breathe

Yan!Slasher who thinks he's about to have a heart attack when he realizes you're in the same math class. How has he never seen you before? He didn't think his vision was this bad.

Yan!Slasher who starts accidentally overhearing your conversations with your classmates.

Yan!Slasher who once heard that you like athletic guys, decides he needs a complete makeover.

Yan!Slasher who begins working out and makes sure that by the time junior year rolls around, nobody from freshman year recognizes him.

Yan!Slasher who has completely changed with a more toned body, a taller and broader frame, and even a new haircut by that one celebrity you mentioned was hot. Don’t you love him he’s so thoughtful remembering what you said in the fourth month and second week of high school sophomore year in math second period?

Yan!Slasher who never gets flustered when a girl confesses to him, but whenever you pass by, his knees go weak. You just walked by him! It's the third time this week! You must really want him, and it's definitely not because he stalked you and found your schedule to see you every chance he got!

Yan!Slasher who nearly fainted when you showed up to one of his games. You're here? That's great! Now you can witness how amazing and handsome he's become, all for you.

Yan!Slasher who builds up enough courage to try and talk to you after his game, even though he's covered in sweat. But is he stinky? Do his armpits smell? He needs to make sure he doesn't smell like an ogre's morning breath and like a fairy's farts!

Yan!Slasher who almost considers asking you to a school dance but backs out when his friend suggests another girl. She might be curvy, but she's not you. Nobody is you.

Yan!Slasher who could only watch you dance, while his date mindlessly grinded on his thigh from the dance floor.

Yan!Slasher who accidentally ran into the girls' bathroom, preoccupied with the thought that he was about to die after his date got period blood all over his uncle's suit.

Yan!Slasher who almost screamed when he saw you washing your hands in the men's bathroom but instead stood stiffly.

Yan!Slasher who started to apologize when you corrected him for being in the bathroom. He swears he's not a pervert; he was in a rush to get here on time and only has one contact in!

Yan!Slasher who let out a forced laugh and a 'thank you' when you apologized for not being able to help get the blood out of his pants after crouching down for him.

Yan!Slasher who just now noticed the little details on your face and how the buzzing bathroom illuminated your features. How are you so beautiful? Why do you always make him feel like his heart is about to pop out of his chest when he's this close to you?

Yan!Slasher who decides to take his date for some fast food after the dance. He might as well thank her for being the reason he got to be that close to you.

Yan!Slasher snaps when his date asks why they're at the local Whataburger and not a fancy restaurant.

Yan!Slasher who asks his date if she can get the pack of condoms out from the trunk while he grabs the shotgun from the glove department.

Yan!Slasher who slams the Maserati Biturbos trunk on her body letting her stumble onto the ground so he could have a clean shot of her head.

Yan!Slasher who almost felt bad when he got a clean shot in between her eyebrows. Sure she was his first-ever date but she also got in the way of you and him and his future family of seven kids so of course she needed to die! 

Yan!Slasher who you don't need to worry about. he’s nice enough to bury her in a random ditch somewhere, with a Whataburger burger and Coke. How could you not love how fatherly and caring he is?

Yan!Slasher who overhears the colleges you applied to in senior year. Really? Those? They're so easy to get into. You could do much better than that, honestly.

Yan!Slasher who is convinced that your friends are holding you back. Do you really need them? They're taking time away from your studies. Without them, you could have been accepted into every Ivy League by now.

Yan!Slasher who decides to let your friends live for your sake. He's seen how emotional you can be, and he's worried that you might spiral and let your grades drop. After all, how can you both attend the same college if you're not able to get into one?

Yan!Slasher who of course, applies to those schools. Does he really need to attend Harvard Law? Nope, you silly billy! As long as he's providing for you, he'll go anywhere!

Yan!Slasher who sees you at prom with one of your best friends. Her? You've been making the worst decisions recently. Why go with her when he's right here? He's 6'3 for crying out loud. He's worked so hard just for you to go with your best friend to prom.

Yan!Slasher who needs to remind himself that you're just being manipulated. Your whole friend group is manipulating you. As if you wanted to go to prom with them when you're just so shy and have been madly in love with him this whole time! He's seen the way you glance his way; of course, you love him and are not looking at the board!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that once the rigged prom queen ballots are counted, you and he would be king and queen together. What? You didn't put your name on the ballot? Are you just tired, of course you did.

Yan!Slasher who finally is able to truly smile for the first time as he wraps his hand around your waist and brings you closer to his body. They take a photo of you and him in your crowns, sashes, and a bouquet of roses that perfectly complement your dress and his suit, with a matching corsage that he totally didn't set up. Why would he ever do that? That's ridiculous!

Yan!Slasher who almost faints when you both get accepted into some random school he's never heard of. Yay, you'll be together forever! He can join a frat, and you can join a sorority. As you turn a corner at a party, he'll be there to catch you, and you'll recognize him as the handsome man you won prom queen with. A high school romance, how perfect!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure he gets at least one core class with you at his new school.

Yan!Slasher who stares at you in the only class you share. Why are you struggling so much? It's so easy for him! You should totally come up to him and ask for help. I mean, yeah, he’s a jock, but he also studies hard to be at the top of his class. He’s just amazing like that!

Yan!Slasher who cries and hugs his favorite plushie with a duct-taped photo of your face on it after seeing you talk to the professor after a class you had trouble with. Why would you ask that balding man instead of the hot boy you know from high school? 

Yan!Slasher who gets frustrated when he approaches the professor after you've left, but the professor says he doesn't have enough time. Does the professor have a crush on you or something?

Yan!Slasher who makes sure that he follows the professor home and slashes tires so he’s busy getting his expensive car towed while he’s memorizing the layout of his house.

Yan!Slasher who shows up to his house the next night and takes a knife from his kitchen so you can only smell whatever’s in the trash can.

Yan!Slasher who almost spills everything when you ask if he remembers you and if he wants to help you. Aw, you can’t ask for him to pay you because of student debt and loans? Don’t worry; why would he want your money when you’ll share a bank account once you both graduate, with him being valedictorian?

Yan!Slasher who creates a whole schedule for you because you’re so stressed and need to find time for his help. You really do care about him if you still ask for help when you have no time for it!

Yan!Slasher who now sits with you in that one class you share, leaning down to whisper answers or explanations in your ear. He even makes sure to freshen up, so you know he's not just another typical jock like the rest of his teammates.

Yan!Slasher who tries to build up the courage to subtly make physical contact, perhaps gently nudging your foot under the table or offering to lend a hand when you need to erase something. He wants to make this as romantic and casual as possible!

Yan!Slasher who after a month, sputters and blushes when one of his teammates asks if you're dating out of the blue. What-? No-? He’s just a kind friend helping with your homework? Please, go on about how you look at him! What? Who said that? Not him.

Yan!Slasher who has a frat bro who decides they need a party, and you need to be one of the first to be invited. Everyone just can’t bear how lovesick he is, always talking about you and how you glance at him in class with those pretty eyes of yours.

Yan!Slasher who sees you at the party and almost passes out. Why are you here? Is that a drink in your hand? What if someone poisoned you? You really need to be more cautious around strangers!

Yan!Slasher who makes sure to drop something into your drink when bumping into you. 

Yan!Slasher who talks to you, leaning against a wall, making sure to properly show off all the muscles he's worked so hard for.

Yan!Slasher who catches you when you start to feel dizzy and picks you up in his arms, taking you to his room.

Yan!Slasher who throws the plushies and photos he has of you in his room into a box filled with half-chewed pencils and blurry photos of you walking to class.

Yan!Slasher who untucks his bed and places you on it before tucking you back in and gently brushing away anything on your face. Are you already asleep? You must really trust him!

Yan!Slasher who decides it’s okay to maybe take off a few of your clothes and take photos of you. He’s so smart crawling into bed with you and taking photos! Couple goals~ <3 !!

“Sh, sh, don’t scream. You fell asleep on a couch and I didn’t want anyone to puke on you. Let me take care of you, ok?”

𝓳𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓲𝓼. 𝓼𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓵𝓼.

✿ summary: you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

✿ ft: mahito

✿ unedited

you only now thought about how cursed spirits interacted with your world. its not like they were like ghosts, unable to open doors or lift a soda can. they were able to do that, you’ve seen it. you’ve seen that manhole cover be lifted, the sun drifting down like a ray of light piercing the sewage floors with its light. you’ve seen him move it to get inside to see you and his little projects. so you know that curses can interact with the real world. they can move stuff around just like yourself.

so how did people not notice them when it was winter? snow falling onto the concrete and the crunch of shoes on freshly fallen snow. how did people just not notice footprints left behind them?

there really was no use in worrying about it. it was just a waste of your time especially when you finally got out of that nasty sewer for the first time in what felt like forever. yeah, a random backlot of a bankrupt companies building was a little filthy but it still has fresh air. something you were desperately lacking.

mahitos boyish laugh broke you out of your daze, his hand reaching out for your wrist to drag you deeper into the parking lot. your feet drag behind his, the difference in physical mobility clear.

“look, look!” he pointed at a larger patch of snow than at you, almost for approval. his eyes were wide like puppies waiting for a treat, mouth stretched wide. looking at him almost made you forget the fact he kidnapped you and dragged you away from your family and friends without a second thought.

“what do humans do for fun in the snow?” he asked, dropping onto his butt onto the cold snow. it would have surprised you how he didn't flinch from the cold but this was mahito youre talking about.

“snow angels… they’re pretty fun-”

“-what is that?” he asked, a hand outstretched onto the snow to press change his weight distribution to lean closer to you. he seemed so normal with the light of the moon illuminating his pale face.

“you get on the floor. and then you move your arms and legs around.”

“like a warm?”

“no.”

“show me, [y/n]!”

“omph-!”

before you can do anything he charges at you, smile never leaving his face. arms wrapped around your body sending you both tumbling into a new patch of snow.

“show me, [y/n].”

so close

his arms were beside your head, cold air swirling around your neck and face.

his laugh was nice. the way he sprayed his arms out, muscles contrasting was a little nice.

he grabbed your arms by your weak biceps and started to drag them up and down the snowy powder. your hands would connect at the top making a small ‘smack’ sound.

“like this?” he asked, breaking from his concentration to look back up at you.

“not all the way up,” you try to break from his grip but the curse keeps a bruising grip, his eyes telling you more than you should know that's not a good idea.

so you bring your arms up and show him, up, down. when he saw what it was doing he shouted like he just cursed some disease.

“[y/n], [y/n]!” he shouted jumping up only to plop a few feet away from you, just enough space to try his own. “like this?” he asked lips parting and eyes wide. he really didn't look all that evil with the moon shining down on him like that. he also looked human with how much the dark concealed him.

“you move your legs, like this,” you moved your legs from side to side as your arms went up and down. and mahito let out that gasp and giggle.

“i got it [y/n]! you humans really don't know how to have fun do you?” giggles bubbled from his throat, arms and legs moving to create divots in the snow below him.

and just as fast as his happiness started it ended. he slowly came to a stop, eyes darkening looking up at the twinkling sky.

“are you happy to be spending christmas with me? humans spend it with people they love the most, don't they?” he sounds rather thoughtful. that's more than you got in a while.

“oh, it’s christmas. that’s nice.”

“answer my question,” he seems mad, a small wrinkle between his brows now showing.

“yeah, it's nice.”

“am i important to you? do you love me the most? more than anyone else?” it seems rather out of character to be asking for praise. geto probably said something to get underneath his skin.

so you tried to laugh and have your shoulders move just as your arms were a few seconds ago. “mahito,” you turned your head to see he was staring right into your eyes. like he wanted something. no- needed something. just what happened? “you spend christmas with people who make you happy. you make me happy,” you lie completely utterly and deeply in your soul.

his hand dragged along the snow, a divet in the snow following him before his fingertip touched your own. his wrist was elongated further than any human should, his hand wrapping around your own, so quick it almost seemed like he was afraid that he would lose you. but you knew that was wrong. he would and could never lose you.

his cheek pressed against the snow facing you. his eyes, those blue and gray eyes, looking into yours searched for something. the stitches on his neck bobbed when he swallowed some spit. “humans are so simple.” he could go on a rant but there was nothing. just his eyes searching your own and a cold hand holding onto yours, a bruising grip.

yet with how he spoke he still branched out another hand out of his one hold onto you own and moved it to caress your cheek. it pushed the snow on your cheek off, and held the fat with such tenderness. it was strange.

“i love you.”

“i love you too.”

HWLP WHAT US THIS

like what would he think about my pastor in youth group back when i was in it ???

what would he do to this 30 something christian rock man who carries an acoustic guitar everywhere???

would he be ok with it or smash that thing???

what would he think of those games we played?? i dont think he can beat me and my friends at dodge ball or night in the museum in the chapel with the lights turned off. nuh uh

anywho guys, priest taiju. i wonder what his sermons would be like or if he’d like my old youth group friends.

add me once the servers open 😔✌️

꒰ december drabbles ꒱. - m.list

updated as of: december 22nd 2023 !

jour un. snow storm. - [riddle rosehearts]

after eating strawberry scones and maybe a bit more than a little snow, riddle won't let you leave

jour deux. mistletoe. - [noel noa]

getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

jour trois. snow angels. - [mahito]

you finally get out of that nasty sewer to try and educate mahito on the art of snow angels

jour quatre. snowball fight. - [kazutora hanemiya]

maybe your bullies did something right after cornering you in the park and accidentally hitting the gang member in your class instead of you

cinquième jour. winter nights. - [leona kingscholar]

you're warm and make him feel fuzzy inside even if that can’t happen

sixième jour. snowman. - [kalim al asim]

getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

septième jour. christmas lights. - [seishu inui]

do you really need to be grounded when there’s a boy in your window looking like a puppy to take you to see the rich neighborhoods’ lights

jour huit. chocolate chip cookies. - [tendou satori]

after working all day, he just wants to come home to a nice batch of chocolate chip cookies but maybe you need chocolatier tendou to show you how real chocolate chip cookies are made

jour neuf. ugly sweater. - [izana kurokawa]

why does your boyfriend seem so stressed lately? he just needs a good present to cheer him up

jour dix. baby its cold outside. - [malleus draconia]

who cares about what your family and neighbors think? it’s just so cold outside; why should you leave?

jour onze. ice skating. - [azul ashengrotto]

youve seen how he is at broom riding, but maybe you should actually look away when he's on skates

jour douze. home alone. - [taiju shiba]

your family might have forgotten you on their vacation, but your shovel serial killer neighbor might not be as mean as everyone says

jour treize. scarf. - [ushijima wakatoshi]

that guy on the volleyball team is taking the same route home as you. luckily, you forgot a scarf

quatorzième jour. the nutcracker. - [kakucho]

maybe that nutcracker prince you dreamt about wasn't as much of a dream as you thought it was

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