I'm Already Sick Of Yandere Character X Reader, Where The Hell Are My Character X Reader And Yandere

I'm already sick of Yandere Character x Reader, where the hell are my Character x Reader and Yandere Character x Yandere Reader fics🗣️⁉️

I can't trust character ai with my fictional crushes because they make them completely different and always say things that aren't canon

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intoxicated romance in paris

summary: after taras party, everyone left leaving you drunk and very sleepy, luckily someone came in to check on you on a beautiful night in paris.

warnings: mentions of being sick, drunk-heavy-ish fic.

authors note: sorry i've been gone for a little bit, school started and ive been busy- plus i've had little motivation. but i am back! i have another tao request coming up so hopefully i'll have that done by the weekend. requests are open!ಇ

inspiration: impossible - wasia project | time machine - willow

pairing: tao xu x reader (no pronouns specified. though reader is mentioned to go to higgs.)

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you could honestly kill darcy right now. it’s not like she did anything intentionally illegal but stealing a bottle of vodka and pouring it down each party goers throat; it catered to the massive headache stirring in your head.

everyone had departed to mr. ajays room to take care of her after she felt sick. you lay limp and alone in the hotel room. party streamers and confetti lie around your body like an outline, balloon slowly fall to the ground after hours of stillness and lack of oxygen. there was a soft purple glow of the beautiful paris street lights from below, and you can faintly hear the honking of cars on the road- all going to unique locations.

as much as you tried to roll over to check the time on your phone you find yourself still. fatigue from exhaustion creek in your bones, making the nauseous feeling creeping up push forward. at the sudden sickness you throw yourself forward and try to stabilize yourself on the knitted sheets.

behind the thoughts of trying to keep the sick in you didn't even realize that someone had knocked on the door until that person had turned the handle with a click, the noise echoing throughout the empty room.

"hello hello?" the voice called out, growing nearer. when there was no response they speak again, "hello?"

the only response you could give back was a disgruntled grunt.

"[y/n]?" the boys voice questions, rounding the corner of the entrance way to see you hunched over ontop of the bed. you hadn't known but your hair was sticking up in several places and the crocheted sweater that you wore was hanging off your shoulder on one side. he huffs out a laugh and nears you. "you alright?"

again a grunt.

he lays his phone on the nightstand next to the bed and kneels down next to you, "you look sick, did you drink too much?"

"i'm going to hurt darcy, respectfully." the words come out in broken pieces, but behind the words was a little lighthearted humor. deep down you knew she meant well but oh my god this feeling is gross.

"well don't hurt her too much, she already got sick in mr. farouks' bed. the look on his face could've killed her alone." tao shakes his head at the thought and reaches up to smooth down the back of your head. the feeling of his hand on your hair ignited something warm in you.

you decided it was just because you were drunk.

"did she actually?"

"oh yeah," he laughs lightly and goes to fix your clothes, "she looked like she was going to pee herself, he kicked all of them out."

confusion passes over you, "then where are they?" you were still in their rooms and it's been a good 30 minutes since they last were here.

tao hums and picks at his nails, "they decided to have a sleep over in imogens room, she's only with one other person but her roommate wanted to hangout in her friends room for the night."

you nod and look off but then direct your attention back to him, "wait," you watch as he glances at you then diverts his attention back to his hands, "then why are you here?"

as a reminder, tao jerks up and starts throwing around blankets and items on the other nightstand in a haphazard manner, "oh- yeah, well um- tara had asked me to come back and look for her phone because she needed to text her mom goodnight," he then adds a "yeah." at the end as if he's trying to convince himself of his own words.

while you watch him practically destroy the room your face goes blank with realization, "tao." he hums in acknowledgment but his movements don't cease, "taras' phone isn't in here, she took it with her when she left the party with everyone. and even if you called it it would've rang on this bed," you make your point by slamming a finger into the sheets, "because this is where she was sitting all night."

as if being caught red-handed, tao slowly stands up, the pillow falling from his hands slowly, "oh." was the only thing that came out.

pushing past the fatigue you swing your legs over the edge of the bed so your feet was mere inches from his legs, "so tell me the truth," you huffs out a short breath, "why are you really here? was it to check up on me?" you remark sarcastically. you know it's probably not the truth but hope dances on your tongue tastefully.

quite surprisingly, he nods his head. "i knew you were alone so i figured i'd check in, make sure you didn't spit up on yourself or something." in other words, i cared enough to go out of my way away from the others to make sure you weren't dead.

again, another wave of confusion, "but why?"

tao groans playfully and body flops on the bed, his hair splayed out around his head like a halo, "why are you so coherent, you're supposed to be drunk!"

a slurred giggle escapes you, "oh trust me, i feel just as bad as i look. i just didn't have as much as the other." you pause and hiccup, "can i ask another question?"

"[y/n]-? and i mean this lightheartedly, all you do is ask questions." but he makes a gesture with his hands as if to give the go ahead.

you lean in and whisper, "why are you still here?" a playful smile twitches at your lips. he lifts his head up to look at you, his hair falling in his eyes.

tao rolls his eyes and copy's your position, the beds were close to eachother so the two of you were inches from touching knees. he takes a look at you and you cower a little under his gaze, but not too much. tao goes to speak but stops himself, you lightly kick his leg in encouragement, "because i want to be near you."

that nearly winds you- feeling a little appreciation for being intoxicated because without it as a cover the red huge on your cheeks would be a give away.

you look away from him and towards the balcony, the door open to it let a soft breeze float through the room. you suddenly want to be out there. so without a response towards his comment you reach out your arms towards tao and silently point towards the doors.

he seems a little sad at the conversation change but obliges, "what? you want to go outside?"

you nod feeling a little sicker than before, "wanna see the Eiffel Tower." he nods and takes your hands in his, gently hoisting you up into his arms. his warm body heat makes you feel sleepy, and the over whelming feelings all at once doesn't even let you register that you were holding his hands, let alone in his arms.

slowly but surely he turns you around so your back is to his chest and he carries you on his toes to the balcony. it takes a while because every step he takes you loose your balance and have to regain it.

as you take a step outside a wave of fresh dew air hits you and at the feeling you close your eyes and lean back into tao. he chuckles at the action.

being outside at night, being in paris- an unfamiliar but welcoming presence, being with, no, against tao, especially alone for the first time in the 6 years you've been friends, this could be the best night ever.

the feeling is all too sentimental, whether it's the alcohol doing it's damage or being in the city of love you can't help but sigh and look up at tao with big bright eyes. it takes him a moment because like you too, he was watching the city come alive, and as you make eye contact he smiles with hesitancy, "what?"

it had been clear as day for the longest time but for some reason, right here right now, despite what everyone has been telling you, you had liked him too. it just took you now to figure it out. you lean against him once more and let out a deep sigh,

"i like being near you too."

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The halls of U.A. were bustling with students, all eager to finish the day and head home. You walked at a brisk pace, mentally reviewing the notes from your last class, when a familiar voice called out to you from behind.

"Hey! Wait up!"

You barely had time to turn around before a pair of strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a warm, tight hug. It was Mirio Togata, of course. Who else would it be? His hugs were always so sudden, yet they never failed to make your heart skip a beat.

“Mirio!” You managed to gasp, trying to calm your racing heart. His broad chest pressed against you, his hands resting comfortably on your back as he held you close. The warmth of his body seeped through your clothes, sending a wave of heat rushing to your cheeks.

"Sorry," he laughed, finally releasing you, his hand lingering on your shoulder. "I saw you walking so fast and had to catch up."

You offered him a shaky smile, hoping he didn’t notice how flustered you were. "No worries, I was just trying to get to the dorms."

"Mind if I join you?" he asked, his usual cheerful grin lighting up his face. Without waiting for an answer, he slung his arm around your shoulders, steering you in the direction of the dorms.

You nodded, trying to focus on anything but the weight of his arm draped so casually around you. It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like this- hugs, pats on the back, holding your hand when you were crossing the street. These gestures were all second nature to Mirio, so casual and friendly that he probably didn’t even realize how they affected you. But each touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, leaving you flustered and struggling to keep your composure.

As you walked, he chatted about his day, recounting some hilarious incident with Tamaki during training. His voice was bright and full of life, and you couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. But your thoughts kept drifting back to the warmth of his arm, the way his fingers absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair as he spoke.

It was driving you insane- in a good way, of course. Every touch, every brush of his fingers, made your heart flutter. And the worst part? He seemed completely oblivious to the effect he had on you. Mirio was just being himself, warm and affectionate as always, never noticing how your pulse quickened or how your face heated up every time he got too close.

You reached the dorms sooner than you expected, and Mirio finally let go of your shoulders, much to your simultaneous relief and disappointment. You paused by the entrance, trying to steady your breath.

"Thanks for walking with me," you said, hoping your voice didn’t betray how flustered you felt.

"Anytime!" He gave you one of his signature grins, then ruffled your hair affectionately. "See you at dinner?"

"Yeah, see you then," you stammered, trying to ignore the way your heart was hammering in your chest.

As Mirio turned to leave, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Your head was spinning, a mixture of giddiness and frustration bubbling inside you. How could he be so touchy, so close, and not see what it did to you?

But then again, this was Mirio. He was always warm, always kind. It was just who he was. And you couldn’t deny that, despite the way it drove you crazy, you didn’t really want him to stop.

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a/n why is he literally my husband guys, like we’re actually married no joke

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