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eetherealgoddess · 3 months

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i found your works recently and I FELL IN LOVE <333 if you feel up to it would you be able to write about a foreign exchange reader with any tr boy possibly ending in smut?

Thanks for the support! I love when you guys send requests and love!! I hope you enjoy this! ♡︎♡︎♡︎

Shoutout to @deadxyeyes for our brainstorming that led me to this idea!! The original idea we talked about was a bully au but then while I wrote the story, it became different and my brain just went on autopilot.

ꨄYou’re Never Leavingꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Foreign Exchange Student Au

❦You catch Kazutora’s eye❦

Hanemiya Kazutora x Reader

Not fully proofread

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Pretend it’s all in Japanese bc you learned the language, except when you speak to the people from your home.

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

I’ve only been an outsider to foreign exchange students visiting America when I was in high school. The reader will be from wherever you are and this will take place in college. I did a little research on studying abroad but I can’t promise complete accuracy!

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There may be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

You’re Never Leaving

Preparing years in advance for this wonderful opportunity, you finally reach the end of your second week at your new college in Japan. Excitement fills your senses as you take a selfie to send to your friends back home while sitting in the study room of your dorm. Your plan is to complete a whole year, having saved up all the money you made from working in high school for this very moment.

You’re currently sitting in a chair with a foot propped onto the mini wooden table in front of you. Your laptop open on an incomplete assignment you had been working on for the past hour, deciding to take a break. Your eyes meet the door when you hear a click, watching as a man you haven’t seen walks into the room.

You analyze his features, attempting to ignore your thoughts that begin to race at the attractiveness of the guy who entered the study room. You grab your laptop and set it on your lap after setting your phone down, continuing the paper. You keep your eyes on the screen as the brunette with blonde strands sits in the seat placed beside you.

“You’re one of the new exchange students in the dorm right?” He greets, a sly smile as he leans back in the chair, crossing his legs once his feet were placed on the table. He eyes you up and down, observing your features as well as your different aura. You turn away from your screen to acknowledge him with a friendly smile.

“Yes, I’m Y/n.” His smile seems to widen at the mention of your name.

“Y/n, Y/n.” He says, your name rolling off of his tongue as he plays with it. “Pretty name. Hanemiya, Kazutora. Call me Kazu. Say, aren’t you bored of your homework?” One of your eyebrows raise.

“Depends on where you’re going with that sentence.” You respond, giving a sly smile of your own. In all honesty, no matter where you're in the world, completing papers has never been your favorite thing to do unless it was something you were interested in.

“Let me show you a good time?” He offered, a hand raising as well as one of his eyebrows.

You give a look of contemplation with a finger on your chin. Deciding that you can postpone the completion considering it’s not due for another one or two days, you shrug.

“Sure.”

Once you packed everything, he walked you to your dorm room to grab your purse and set everything else you had aside, locking the door behind you once you got all your things. Throughout the night, he took you to different bars and clubs as well as the other hot spots in Japan, you both taking pictures with each other as you enjoyed your time together. You hadn’t known but you had already caught Kazutora’s eye from when you first moved in. The unexplainable attraction caused him to search a little more about you, though he couldn’t find much besides a few selfies on your social media.

He decided to get your attention so he could get to know you, take you out and see you in a more laid back setting besides school. He didn’t regret it, you both having a blast with each other as you drank the night away and danced. He pointed out different foods for you to try as well as feeding them to you which caused giggles that he already loved so dearly to spill out of that pretty mouth. He just knew that you’d be perfect together, your personalities fitting very well. He feels a connection he had never felt before with his one night stands and past girlfriends. Yes, he knows it’s ridiculous to be this infatuated with you and you only just met, though he can’t control how he feels.

The end of the night finally came and he walked you to your dorm. Usually he’d be in the girl’s bed, already getting to know her intimately, though he had wanted to go a little slower with you, deeming this a perfect opportunity to obtain an official girlfriend at some point. Yes, he’s moving fast but it’ll be worth it when you’re in his clutches.

“When are you free tomorrow?” He asks.

“Anytime after the morning. Gotta call my boyfriend.” You respond. His delighted expression drops when he hears the mention of your boyfriend.

“You have a boyfriend?” He questions in disbelief.

“Yeah! He’s so sweet!” You say cheerfully before dismissing yourself politely, giving him a ‘goodnight,’ before walking into your room.

He stares at the door for a moment before he turns red with embarrassment and anger. This can’t be right considering the obvious connection you two seemed to have. He can’t be wrong. How could you have a boyfriend when you had so much fun together? This is your fault for acting so casual. Your fault for leading him on. Your fault for seducing him. A vixen you are. A sneaky little serpent who tricked him. He walks away from your room to enter his own.

Over the weekend, you hadn’t heard from your new friend. A little concerned considering he stood you up the next morning, not answering your messages or calls. You let it go with slight disappointment, going on your own adventure as you toured the area, video chatting with your friends a couple of times and taking memorable pictures.

When the week began, you still hadn’t heard from Kazutora until he walked up to you during a break.

“Sorry I stood you up. Something important came up. Let’s make up for it tonight.” He says, giving a charming smile.

“That’s okay. I’m cool with that, but let’s have a chill night. I have to wake up early in the morning.” He nodded in response before you both separated and went to your designated classes.

When the night came, you both met up in the same study room you met. He brought some alcoholic beverages which caused you excitement because it helps you stay awake. You drink as you both converse and complete assignments together. As time went on, drink after drink you began to feel drowsy and hot, sweat building as the clothes on your body began to feel tight.

“You okay there?”

Kazutora had been studying you the whole night after he gave you the spiked drinks. He made sure you kept drinking by innocent friendly contests with the shots filled with aphrodisiacs, along with sleeping medication.

“I-it’s so hot in here! I’m burning up, man.” You whine as you take your sweatshirt off, too intoxicated to care that you’re only wearing your bra and pants. He smirks as he eyes your chest, ready to grab them though holding himself back to make sure the plan goes accordingly.

“Come ere.’ Let me help you feel better.” He says, motioning for you to come toward him. Your eyebrows furrow as you try to hold your head up.

“W-wait, Kazu. I c-can’t get up.” You whisper, your eyes closing as you lean against the chair only to open your eyes wide and try to hold yourself up. You look at the floor with confusion as a heartbeat forms in your panties, wetness beginning to stain.

“It’s alright, I got you.” He chuckles, standing up from his chair and picking you up, setting you on his lap cowgirl style as he sits back in his chair.

“You’re so pretty, angel.” He states, using his thumb to caress your cheek which causes a shiver to go down your spine. You grab onto his shoulders as you feel a bulge form through his pants. Barely holding yourself up you try to push back, the sensation of your whole body weakening slightly scaring you.

“I-I don’t know what’s happening.” You say as tears form. He brings your face closer as he uses his other hand to rub your back.

“Shh. It’s okay. I’m gonna take care of you.” He says as he unclasps your bra with one hand. He tosses it to the side as he eyes your hardened nipples.

“K-Kazu?”

“Relax. Everything’s okay, baby.” He flicks his tongue against your nipple, causing your breathing to pause as you look down at his mouth. He continues his kitten licks before closing his lips around the nub, sucking as he traces your back with the tip of his fingers. You couldn’t help but release a quiet moan as your hips moved against his bulge. Both of your arms wrap around his head as you lean into the sensation, grinding drunkenly as your head falls back. He continued to rub your back and suck your nipple as one of his hands moved into your pants, fitting into your panties as he parts your lips with his fingers, pressing against your clit.

Everything felt intensified, causing you to be sensitive by even the smallest touch. Pleasure engulfs you as you grind against his finger, fingers tightening in his locks as you moan shamelessly. He rolls his finger as he stares at your eyes, both of you making eye contact when your head hasn't fallen black with your eyelids closed.

“Feels good?” He whispers against your nipple, slightly nibbling. You nod your head causing him to stop moving his finger. You look at him with confusion.

“Tell me how good you feel.” He demanded with a husky voice. God you want this so bad, he can see it all over you. He just needed to hear it. Yearning for your praise.

With your hands placed on his face you lean over near his ear and whisper, “It feels so good, Kazu.”

“Yeah?” His face pink with an intoxicated look of lust on his expression, eyelids heavy without his usual smile. You nod, “Yeah.”

He continues to roll his finger against your nub, placing his lips back on your nipple as you grip his head and roll your hips. Your mouth stays slightly open as your head falls back once more in awe.

“Take my cock out. I wanna show you how hard I am for you.” He pulls his hand out of your pants as you comply, moving back to where you're kneeling on the floor in between his legs. He sits as if he’s on a throne, watching you pull his erection out after unbuckling his pants and pulling them down along with his briefs.

“See that? See what you do to me, Y/n?” You eye the length quietly, observing the veins and how the thick girth pulsates. Your pussy tingles as you feel more juices spill, leaking in your underwear as you become more turned on by the second. An intensifying heat spreads throughout your body as you lean against his legs for balance, still going in and out of darkness.

“Show me a good time.” He smirks as you nod, gently wrapping your fingers around the length. You lower your head, circling your lips around his tip, sucking lightly around the lining of the mushroom. His cock twitches in response as he gives a slight moan. You close your eyes as you fit his entire girth into your mouth, easing down your throat as your lips meet his base.

“Fuck.” He whispers, pulling his phone out as he aims it to your face, eyeing the angle through his phone as he makes sure to get your bare titties in there once he presses record.

You begin to bob your head slowly, saliva and pre cum dripping out of your mouth as you wet his dick, engulfing it in warmth as he moans, lifting his hips slightly when his head hits the wall of your throat. Too occupied with his cock you open your eyes, too high to register that a camera is in your face. You don’t care. You don’t care about anything right now. You only care about receiving his nut like the good little vixen you are.

Tired of recording, he presses the button to stop it as he sets his phone down. Using a hand to grab your head as he lifts his hips once more, pushing you all the way on his cock.

“Good. So fucking good.” He breathes as he pulls his hips back and begins fucking your mouth. Easing in and out as he accelerates. You begin to hold his thighs as he roughly thrusts his hips, becoming sloppier as time passes. Edging himself, he pulls you back abruptly.

“Take off your pants and get on me.” He says, ready to explore that pussy. You drunkenly comply as he helps you before snatching you off the floor.

“Show me what you can do.” He states, guiding his head to your entrance before you ease down, moaning as his girth stretches you out.

“Shit!” You hiss as his head immediately meets your g - spot. You grab onto his shoulders as you pull your hips back and drop down, grinding as he holds your thighs, helping you as he picks your body up and slams you back down, speed accelerating.

You both breathe heavily in each other’s ear, moaning and cursing as his hips meet yours, rutting against you desperately as he bites down on your neck.Your hands reach around his neck as you grip his shirt, scratching through the fabric with your nose scrunched and eyebrows furrowed. Eyes rolled back into your head as you bounced on his cock.

“Yeah! Just like that.” He grunts, fingers gripping your skin, nails piercing as they leave indents, his mouth hanging open as he leaves open mouth kisses on your shoulder. The effects of the medication begin to take you as you almost faint on his cock, drowsy by the sensations as they overtake you before he wakes you by pushing you back and using one of his hands to grab your neck.

“Stay with me, angel. S’ fucking close.” You groan as his cock repeatedly hits your g-spot.

“So deep, Kazu.” You whisper as a moan follows, a warmth building in your core before he slams you down one more time, the pressure causing you both to finally release, his semen shooting deep inside you as he holds you down against his lap while you grind out your orgasm.

“You did so fucking good, Y/n. My beautiful girl.” He holds onto you tightly as you begin to fall asleep on top of him, unknown to what awaits you in the morning.

You grunt as the constant ringing of your phone wakes you up, your hand grabbing your throbbing head as you slowly sit up in your bed. Your eyes are squinted as you read the contact name, confused as to why your boyfriend is calling you so early. You answer with a croaked out, “Hello.”

“How could you do this to me? To us?” He exclaims. Your eyebrows furrow with confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“Look at what I sent you!”

You immediately put him on speaker as you comply, opening your chat. Your eyes widen and your hand goes to cover your mouth as you watch yourself sucking a random person’s erection, furrowed brows as tears form. You try to remember when this could’ve happened and how but you had no memory before today. Just distant memories of your first week in Japan.

“Derrick, I-I don’t know or remember, or even how this happened! You have to believe me, please!” You cry out, scared of losing the love of your life. The one you planned to marry. Tears threaten to fall as your hand shakes over your mouth.

“I didn’t know you were such a slut, Y/n.” You gasp as the line goes dead. You attempted to call him back but you were only met with his voicemail. You check the group chat with your friends to respond to all of the notifications, only to see the same video one of your friend’s said Derrick had sent to them. They shamed you and apparently blocked you. You searched their social media and couldn’t find anything.

You begin to cry, your life feeling as though it has fallen completely apart. You only hope that they won’t send the video around to anyone else at home, not that you knew many people personally. You skip your classes and sulk in your room, curtains closed as you weep for the rest of the day. You contemplate getting out of the bed when you hear a knock at your door.

With a blanket wrapped around your head and body, you opened the door to tell the visitor to go away. Of course, Kazutora doesn’t listen and walks in anyway, pulling you into a hug as he asks, “What’s wrong?”

You explain to him everything, anxiety filling your mind from your violation. You talk to him about how scared you are because of the unknown person you had sucked off, stds being a fear as well as just feeling shame in general. You couldn’t believe you allowed that to happen. He explains how it wasn’t your fault and he’ll go with you to the doctor’s. He embraced you and allowed you to cry on him. He knew you needed him. Heknew that you just needed a push in the right direction. He knew that there was nothing truly wrong with you considering it was just him. He’s clean anyway.

He was prepared for the tears and pain though he knew it would be worth it once you're in his arms. After a month of healing, you both became a couple, Kazutora asking you out in a romantic way. He had patience throughout the relationship, wanting you to be comfortable in your own skin once more. A year passes and you decide to stay in Japan, having nothing left in your old country. Having attended therapy, you both live on happily, though you are still unknown to the truth that ruined your life in the first place.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere reader #yandere au #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora x reader #college au #foreign exchange #student #college #toxic love

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yandere-writer-momo · 12 days

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Yandere Baki Head Canon:

Mine Mine Mine

Yandere Hanayama Kaoru x Childhood Fem Reader

TW: Jealousy, murder (mention), delusional behavior, power imbalance, yandere behavior, etc.

Aged Up Character. They’re in their mid 20s

Hanayama could remember the day two of you first met. It was in the springtime after his mother had passed away, a difficult time for him that made him nearly empty inside. A time where you, a foreigner, had extended your hand to him with a smile. A small gesture of kindness that scorched itself into his memory for all eternity. This insignificant moment to you, was the start of your love story with him. A foreign exchange student turned violinist and the future leader of the Hanayama group.

Your friendship was originally onesided but Hanayama began to open up to you when he noticed how you didn’t have ulterior motives. You were incredibly naive and kind to a fault. You fascinated him with how oblivious to the world you were. You were innocent like a lamb.

In the early months of your friendship with him, you often brought him homemade lunches with the recent math homework notes (since he struggled with math). You’d often chatter beside him as he silently sat beside you. Hanayana was at first confused by your mannerisms but the more he watched you, the more he understood.

You were the sun while he was the moon. You were a bright warm light that made everything burst to life with a glance while others didn’t often seek out his. Yet you selflessly shared your light with him which made him slowly open up to you. You never excluded him from any of the invitations you’d give to together classmates, which often ended up causing just you and Hanayama to hang out alone.

Hanayama wasn’t sure when his crush on you grew into something more, but he knew he loved you. Hanayama Kaoru loved you so much that he was obsessed with you. He’d get in the way of any potential romance you could have with anyone because in his mind, you belonged to him.

The two of you were a couple. You two went on dates (his classmates didn’t want to be involved with a yakuza)! You’d play your violin for him while he’d watch you like a hawk with the smallest hint to a smile on his scarred lips. That was just the way your relationship was… Hanayama was your protective shadow while you were his shining star.

As the two of you grew older and he became busier once he became head of the family and you grew traction as a violinist, the two of you drifted apart a bit. A fact Hanayama hated. He hated the paperwork and constant ‘business meetings’ he had to go to. It was frustrating that he wasn’t able to be around you. You’re his beloved partner, his future wife.

So Hanayana turned to Kizaki for advice on how to make up for his absence. His right hand man happily suggested gift giving to make up for his lack of a physical presence in your life. And Hanayama nodded his head. You had often said you enjoyed flowers… how about a bouquet of roses?

It started with one bouquet of ruby red roses and that was the start of his swarm of gifts. Hanayama felt his breath hitch at the bright smile on your face at receiving the roses. How your eyes crinkled with delight as you thanked him for the gift. He didn’t know you’d be so thrilled to receive such a small bouquet of roses… would you want more than those ones?

The bouquets become bigger each week. Redder, fuller, and more fragrant. But soon that wasn’t enough for him to see your smiles over flowers. No. Hanayama should buy you jewelry. Necklaces and bracelets from famous jewelers all across the world for his beautiful violinist!

Yet you’d always smile at him and tell him his company was enough. Hanayama couldn’t believe how sweet you were… it only made him want to spoil you more.

Whenever he’d have free time, he’d sneak off to see your orchestra shows. He was your number one fan, the first one you ever had… Hanayama enjoyed seeing how you’d light up the room in awe at your musical talent… until he noticed how chummy one of the bassist in the orchestra started to become with you. You weren’t cheating on Hanayama were you? He really didn’t want get his hands dirty…

You’d always run to his side whenever your shows ended as you thanked him for coming. Your cute smile and flushed cheeks always made his heart flutter… until the face of that bassist snuck into his mind. Should he ask you about that guy? No… you were his.

Hanayama started to grow busier once more but his paranoia about the other man didn’t lessen. No, it intensified due to his absence in your life. Hanayama felt physically ill at the idea of you being with anyone other than him. You were his love. His light. If someone tried to take you away, he’d lose his mind.

So he began to send a few of his men to watch over you… for his own peace of mind (to stalk you). It was just to ease the jealousy that seeped into his heart. That’s all… until they reported how the bassist often seemed to make you uncomfortable. Turns out he was the son of the composer so he often got away with harassing you… and that wasn’t going to fly with Hanayama. No one messed with Hanayama’s woman and got away with it.

It wasn’t hard to capture that man and give him a slow, agonizing death for making you cry, but his involvement made life more difficult for you. He noticed how your solos lessened in the orchestra despite how you were significantly more talented than the other musicians. He hadn’t realized the disappearance of the son would be blamed on you… Hanayama hadn’t meant to make your life harder!

And that’s when an epiphany hit him. Why don’t you just marry him now? You’d live a comfortable and safe life where you could play your violin as much as you wanted! Wouldn’t that be lovely?

Hanayama planned out the perfect proposal for you! One where he had even picked out a dress for you and booked out a restaurant… But when the day came around for him to fetch you, he was shocked that you were a bit frightened by this loud action of love. Did you not like this establishment? Or the clothes? Hanayama could always get you something different!

You shake your head and reassure him, but he still is upset by your lack of interest in this date. Perhaps red would have suited your taste more than black? Or was the restaurant too upscale for your taste? Hanayama would do better next time!

Hanayama is so worried when you tremble before him like a frightened rabbit. His large hand held your small one in his as his eyes softened at you.

“Why are you shaking so much?” Hanayama softly asked, his deep voice barely above a whisper. “Is it too cold in here?”

You sniffle a bit as a few tears fall down your face. “People said you might have done something to Yuki… but you didn’t, right?”

Ah. You wanted reassurance about that man’s disappearance. How kind of you… but you had no need to worry.

“I only ever do anything if it’s in your best interest.” Hanayama gave you a soft smile, one that was specifically reserved for you. He reached his free hand over so his fingers could wipe away your tears. “Your happiness is my number one priority.”

You nodded your head as you leaned into his touch. An action that made a delighted shiver run down Hanayama’s spine.

“You always do so much for me, Kaoru.” Hanayama loved that you called him by his first name. You were the only person in this world that was allowed to do that. “I just feel so bad… is there anything I can do for you?”

Hanayama gave you a sweet smile as he moved his hands away from your form. His right hand reached into his suit jacket to pull out a small black box. Your eyes widened in shock when Hanayama went down on one knee beside you.

Hanayama opened the box to reveal a dazzling diamond ring that no doubt cost a kidney on the black market. His smile never left his scarred face as he stated to you in a stern voice, “Marry me. Marry me and you’ll never have a worry in the world again. Say that you’ll be mine and no one else’s.”

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konigsprinzessin · 1 year

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donnerkeil. part one, yandere!könig x reader

thought of this fake scenario a few nights ago to help me sleep. reposts, likes and follows are appreciated.

austria was heaven. the town you were in was quaint and small, it was something from out of a fairytale. you were lucky enough to have found an apartment close to the university you were studying at for a study abroad program. yes, you missed your family from back home but austria was something new and exciting.

you were lucky enough to have found a smaller apartment that you would be able to live in by yourself. no flatmates. no roommates. only you. although, you had downstairs and upstairs neighbors, some of which you knew were also exchange students and others were austrian students studying at the same university as you.

admittedly, it was difficult navigating a different country yet it proved helpful to have learned a handful of german phrases before arriving.

you decided to get in the good habit of waking up early before to get the most out of each day. you opened the window nearest to your bed. close germanic chatter from the streets below and birds tweeting in nearby trees filled you with warmth. the sun shone into your room thus instantly lightening up the once darkened corners. glints of rainbow twinkled and danced on the glass.

and just like you did so many times before, you closed and locked the door behind you. you didn’t decide to wear anything fancy yet you weren't dressed like you had just woken up. your face was bright and smooth with your healthy locks glowing in the sun. carrying an empty basket filled with a gingham cloth you began walking to the local market. it was a saturday and you had grown accustomed to the austrian tradition to have all businesses closed on sundays. it was a disturbance in your schedule but now you had learned to buy your goods before sunday. nothing was better than the local market and it’s sellers who picked up on your accent and began to bombard you with questions and offer you deals on their current prices. you were able to develop friendships with them simply by being a foreigner. an outsider.

the market wasn’t far from your apartment, only a nine or ten minute walk and you had completed about half of that journey already. you could smell the freshly baked bread and other lovely scents emitting from the market.

someone else was headed to this market. this was the town he had grown to. he harbored to much hate and love for this little austrian town he called home and grew up in. his cravings to escape his home and step outside ate at him, the trauma he hid and his own ideals about his body consumed him endlessly. today, he had done it. he had left the confides of the walls in his house.

and he was gifted enough to spot you. you had a glow around your body, he could tell that your soul was bright. he could tell that you were far too pure for this world. far too pure to what he had to do for work and all the violence he witnessed every time he set foot into the field.

something about you struck a chord with him. he needed to protect you. he needed to protect you from the dangers in the world.

#mw2 #mw2 x reader #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #modern warfare 2

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dilfartist · 2 years

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Unexpected

Pairing: Yandere bully Joseph x chubby reader

Trigger warnings: bullying (obviously), fat-shaming, sexism, abuse, misogyny.

Disclaimer: my yandere stories are not meant to be Romantic, they are made for horror. I do not condone any yandere behavior in real life.

Staring out the window, you watch as the autumn leaves part from the tree branches onto the ground. You tune out the monotone voice of your teacher, not seeing a need to listen to the lesson; It wouldn't be used later in life anyways. Your eyes drift away from the scenery outside the window to the medium-sized clock above the chalkboard. One-thirty, the period is nearly done.

Not wanting your time to be wasted by the teacher, you raise your hand. The teacher says your name, authorizing you to speak your mind, “Sir, class is almost over.”

The teacher looks surprised. He takes a peek at the clock, “ah, I guess you're right. Okay, class let's wrap up for today. I wouldn't want for us to be late for the assembly.”

You grimace at the mention of the assembly. Usually, you didn't mind assemblies, they lasted till the end of the day and you didn't have to do any work. However, this time was different. You weren't a fan of attending an assembly that idolized your tormentor.

Excpeallly when most of the school - if not all - knew about the bullying. Classmates encouraged the behavior and Teachers simply ignored the situation completely. Telling the principal wasn't going to solve anything due to the fact he was your bully’s uncle.

The bell rings, allowing the students to transition to their next class. “Class dismissed! Remember everyone; page thirty-four is due Monday. I will not accept it after Monday.” the class groans in unison.

The students already knew where to head. Most of the school had been excitedly waiting for this part of the day.

You sigh, following your classmates to exit the classroom. You walked through the halls, decorated head to toe with school pride.

It was no secret your high school thought highly of itself. Robert E. O. Speedwagon - also known for owning the Speedwagon foundation- built and maintained the high school since 1900. Hamon high school was the first school that didn't require money to attend, which is why so many students went to the school. The school also had the best food, teachers, and classes.

You loved Hamon high school at first, but now you felt dread every time you entered those school doors. Uncertain if Joseph was awaiting your arrival or not.

You never understood the reason randomly began to make your life a living hell. You had two theories; either Joseph decided to start for the fun of it or he still had a grudge against you because of your first interaction.

Twelve o'clock, lunchtime. You are your lunch on a bench underneath a large weeping willow. You read silently whilst enjoying the lunch you made yourself the night before. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched as the group of popular kids snicker and whisper to each other, glancing back at you. You could identify each one of them in the group.

The tall, built brunette was Joseph Joestar: a well-known obnoxious cheater Jock. The class clown that wastes everyone's time in class by goofing off to the point you're left with extra homework. The asshole that cheats on every woman he’s been in a relationship with. The guy who can't take anything seriously. The nephew of the owner of the school. Gym coach Lisa Lisa’s son. The boy every girl wants.

The tall, muscular sunflower blonde male Ceasar Zeppeli: a big-time playboy. The guy who has been in almost every girl’s pants. The man who has sex with you only to forget who you are the next day. The Italian foreign exchange student everyone in the school wants a taste of.

The most popular cheerleaders: Suzi Q, Alice, and Doris. You knew them well since Alice and Doris often made fun of you. Suzi Q on the other hand was nothing but an angel. You knew whatever they had planned, Suzi didn't agree with. Suzi would attempt to help you to her best ability so you didn't worry much.

You roll your eyes: You knew what they were planning. You watched as Joseph turned from the group and walked his way over to you.

Joseph stood in front of you, hands in his varsity jacket, a smirk present on his lip. “You’re y/n, right?” he takes one hand out of his jacket pocket to point at you.

“Yes, can I help you?” you ask, eyes not shifting from the page of the book.

“It's rather rude of you not to give me your full attention.” crossing his arms, Joseph pouts akin to a petulant child. “Don't you have any manners?”

Closing the book, you stared back into Joseph's eyes. “I could ask the same. I know you’re just here to mess with me.”

Joseph positions a hand on his chest in an offended manner, “What makes you think I'd do such a thing to you? You have no reason to believe I've come here to mess with you.”

You had numerous reasons actually.

“You’re right, I'm sorry. What did you come here to ask me?”

“Go on a date with me.” Joseph’s lips curled into a grin, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “My treat.”

You were never the type to lose your temper on a stranger, yet, you felt your patience wearing thin at a quick pace; to the point, that you could hit Joseph.

“You think I'm that dumb I'd fall for a dumb prank?” irritation caused shaking your voice. Joseph seemed amused by your anger, his smile never falling but instead growing. “You don't think I haven't heard you making fun of big-sized girls? Or I haven't seen you publicly humiliate girls my size and laugh in their faces after telling them it was all a joke. Well, you won't be laughing in my face or humiliating me.”

You stood up and grabbed your book. Glancing at the group behind Joseph, they seemed dumbfounded to see Joseph getting told off. You were positive they’ve never seen anyone talk to Joseph this way besides Caesar. Your gaze is back to the giant man towering over your form. Joseph isn't fazed by your anger one bit, staring at you with a blank, unreadable, expression.

Though you were absolutely terrified of the tall man in front of you, you swallowed your fear and proceeded with your rant. “I don't understand what girls see in you, your nothing but a dickhead.”

From what you remembered, you walked away leaving Joseph by himself. The rest of the day went on like normal and you had simply forgotten about the whole ordeal. Joseph would take it upon himself to remind you the next day.

Perhaps you wounded his pride. Joseph must have been embarrassed to be rejected by someone whom he considers to be unattractive. It was the only motive you could come up with. You became Joseph’s main target after the exchange, which confirmed your theory.

Your musing was interrupted by the sound of the intercom. “All Students report to the gymnasium. I repeat, all students report to the gymnasium.”

Students talked loudly throughout the hallways as they made their way to the gymnasium. You separated from the crowd, striding towards the women’s restroom. You quickly open the bathroom door and enter before anyone could identify you. The last thing you needed was someone ratting you out to Joseph.

You saunter over to the bathroom mirrors, listening to the students bickering slowly disappearing down the halls. All students and teachers should be at the gymnasium, leaving you by yourself. You gazed into the mirror, taking in your appearance. You huffed in annoyance, disgusted at the way you looked.

Today you decided to wear one of the ugliest red dresses you owned. You hated wearing these clothes, then again you didn't want another one of your favorite dresses being ruined by Joseph.

You remember the last time you wore one of your prettiest dresses to school. The dress was rose pink, with three black buttons on the front, white frills on the bottom, and a black bow wrapped around the midsection. You adored that dress. Unfortunately, Joseph didn't seem to like you being happy. On picture day -when you decide it would be a perfect idea to wear the dress-, Joseph dumped milk on your head, not only ruining your dress but your hair and makeup as well.

You had to wait a month and a half to retake your picture.

You wanted nothing more than to smack Joseph silly, but you stopped yourself from doing so. You weren't sure if Joseph would hit you back or not. And you weren't going to take that chance.

The abrupt sound of heavy footfalls inching closer to the bathroom door startles you. Your eyes dart to the door. A shadow grows bigger and bigger as it comes closer to the bathroom door. You feel your heart beating in your throat, palms coming to be sweaty in a matter of minutes. If the staff found out you skipped the assembly, they’d punish you terribly. You just prayed it wasn't Coach Lisa Lisa. She was the worst when it came to punishments.

Instinctively, you rushed to the last bathroom stall. Once inside you locked the door, then quickly hopped onto the closed toilet lid with your knees to your chest.

You close your eyes idly. You heard the door click open, whining as it opened. You hold two hands against your lips and nose, silencing your anxiety. You feel your heart hammering In your chest when the door shuts close.

The hefty footsteps moving into the bathroom sounded too heavy to be a female’s.

“Oh, piggy! I know you’re in here. Why not come out, I want to see you,” A boyish male voice calls out. Your eyes widen, and the feeling of overwhelming dread grows in the pit of your stomach.

You stayed in place, other than hugging yourself tighter you did not move one muscle.

Joseph is amused by your disobedience. You can tell he knows where you’re hiding, he only wants to play with you. “I see what you’re trying to do, Y/n. Playing hide and seek, are we? Well, I guess I'll play along.”

Joseph approaches the door to the first stall and slams it open with a loud whack. You flinch. The force of impact is strong enough to send vibrations to the other stalls.

“Here!? No.”

He repeats with the second door, getting closer.

“What about here?! Not here either.”

Again, he repeats his last action on the third stall door.

“I feel like I'm getting closer!”Joseph announces in amusement.”

Joseph stands in front of your stall, his sneakers facing you. Before he tries to slam the door open, you weakly announce your presence, voice shaking with trepidation, “I'm here. If you back away I promise I'll come out.” Joseph takes his sweet time backing away, creating enough space where you felt comfortable stepping out.

You unhurriedly stand on your feet, the toilet lid speaking beneath you. Before you get any closer to the door, you peer through the crack of the stall door. Joseph is staring at you, waiting for you to open the door.

You deliberately unlock the door, sliding the lock ever so slowly. You take a shaky breath, pondering what Joseph planned to do with you. Pushing the door open, you exit the stal. Joseph watches you like a lion watching its prey. Joseph’s eyes are unmoving, a smirk appearing on his lips. ”I was worried you didn't come to school today. It's always so boring when I can't have my fun with you.”

You grit your teeth. “Why do you have to be such a dick all the time, Joseph?” you snap.

“Because your reactions always amuse me. Fat girls like you are always so easy to messy with; one negative comment on your weight and you're crying me a river. Its pathetic really.”

You’ve never cried in front of Joseph. Once or twice you went to the bathroom to cry if what he had said was that hurtful.

You scoff, “You have never heard me cry because of your dumb words.”

Joseph’s left eyebrow raises, “Oh really?” he chuckles, “You’re lying. I've followed you numerous times and I've eavesdropped on you balling your eyes out in the bathroom. Try again, sweetheart.”

Feed up with Joseph, you attempted to run past him in an endeavor to escape. Joseph simply grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back, laughing as you squirmed in his hold. When all attempts of leaving his grasp turned futile, you began to sob tears of anger. “What the fuck do you want from me, Joseph? So what I hurt your pride by rejecting you, that doesn't mean you abuse me for it!”

“It's so much more than that.”

“I don't care what the other reason is! I can't wait until next month so I won't have to deal with your bullshit anymore!”

Joseph grabs your body and positions it to where you can see each other. His face is full of confusion, “what are talking about? Joseph asked incredulously.

You smile wickedly, for once Joseph hasn't guessed your next line. “I’ll be moving next month. I can finally start over again. I’ll have a new reputation, new friends, and hell maybe ill even score a boyfriend.”

Joseph’s puzzled expression unexpectedly shifts into one of fury. Joseph’s eyebrows scrunch, his lip forms into a scowl, and you can hear his breathing become unsteady. Joseph shoves you into the bathroom wall. Full-on sobbing in pain from the result of hitting the wall; you held your head in your hands, the intolerable pain could only be described as a headache but ten times worse. You leaned against the wall for support, eyeing Joseph with bleary eyes as he started to walk towards you.

Joseph pointed his index finger at you as he spoke, “You better learn to love me back. you know why? Because nobody else will ever love you- so you’re stuck with me.” Joseph fumed. Joseph crouches to your level, glaring down at you.

“What?” you whimpered in puzzlement.

“You want to know the reason I target you so much, Y/n? It’s because I want you all to myself and it irritates me. Truth is, I find girls like you sexy. Of course, I'd never say it out loud.” He let out a short-lived laugh before continuing.

“I enjoy your curves, your chubby cheeks, and God don't even get me started on your thighs. But most importantly, Y/n, I've always been interested in you. Ever since eighth grade. I would be damned if I allowed you to date a man who isn't myself.”

Joseph dips his head down to where he can whisper in your ear. “No matter where you run off to, I will always find you. I won't stop until you are mine, Y/n L/n”

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #yandere jojo's bizarre adventure #yandere jjba #yandere jojo #yandere joseph joestar #yandere joseph #joseph joestar x reader #jojo battle tendency

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thedivinevera · 2 years

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Favor (chapter 2)

Yan! Emperor! Zhongli x empress! Reader

Emperor/empress, concubine, Chinese dynasty, Chinese concubine, concubine/empress, yandere Emperor, a little thirst, sleeping in one bed, kissing, lesbian homewreaker, marriage, harem

Tw : unhealthy obsession, yandere, a little nsfw, lesbian homewreaker(lol), harem agenda, mention of sex, black mailing, forced marriage, mention of cheating

Oof so this is my part 2 of favor. Sorry if it takes me so long to write I am too occupied to write this so yah enjoy.

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( I just got a hate for my bad writing I don't know what the au anon is taking about but for now a little reminder I been writing for at least 2 to 1 months now. I been in a process of learning how to write and my mother tongue is not english I am a filipino Still learning how to speak foreign language. So pls if you don't like my fanfics then you can freely block me or just stop reading my fanfics. I don't like hate comments in my inbox. Just like what the rules/pinned rule I am a sensitive person thank you - author )

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A obsessive emperor and your supposedly enemy concubine who has a crush on you and an entire empire and palace (the forbidden city) to manage seems exhausting right. And if it still not exhausting a emperor named zhongli is now misunderstanding your cold nature as a form of jelousy and the concubine named yinshu wanting to impress you and once again misunderstand your professionality as a jelousy both is convincing you that they don't love each other but in reality you actually want the opposite huh what a tiredful life the empress have

Emperor rex lapis of liyue, warlord morax one of the greatest leader and emperor of the history. Great at wars, affairs and mostly contract but he's also soooo obsessed with the empress its unhealthy but he doesn't see it in that way. Emperor zhongli met the empress in a road. The empress eyes has captured the merciless emperor's eyes for a moment and after that he start "studying" and " investigating" the empress and when the emperor zhongli found out that the empress family is financially unstable he offer a "help" and as a exchange they need they're daughter to be wed to him and ever since that day the "lovebirds" of the liyue has born

Empress l/n y/n. The empress of liyue, the tamer of morax, the lovely empress of rex lapis and the lovely wife of zhongli. She met zhongli in the road a shortcut to be specific. While running for ernard she encountered a luxurious carriage there he met zhongli she doesn't know he's the emperor after all her family lives in the outskirts of the city. Very far from the city and there living peacefully with her family. Not until a suspicious incident happened. Their business suddenly crash and they did not know what is wrong. The customers suddenly disappeared slowly each day but because of luck. The emperor lend them a hand and for the exchange is the hand of their lovely daughter. The people think the empress as lucky person because imagine capturing the emperor and makes him devoted to you ohh how lucky you are. And also the empress is successful in bussines. A lot of people admire her and she become the blue print of the woman in the nation. A lot of woman idolize her but a daughter of a governer felt something different

Concubine ling yinshu the daughter of the governer ling . A great woman and known in the society as the greatest admirer of the empress. She developed a secrets crush on the empress why wouldn't she. The empress is beautiful, smart and a good person she also captures the emperor heart. So she requested for his father to turn her turn her into the emperor's concubine. She knows its a little of bad plan but hear her out if she becomes a concubine she can be close to the empress and if she's lucky the empress can turn her into a student or more better turn her into her mistress someone who can offer some heat when the emperor is in the war leaving his wife in a cold bed without a accompany

Todays night is the wedding of your husband zhongli to his concubine. You're in your seat looking at the book not reading it because your brain is occupied of something. The concubine has a crush on you. You're sure about that or not. But crush or not you will not going to create any deep relationship with that concubine keeping an arm length relationship with her can save her life. You know your husband like a back of your hand after he reveal all his card and wore his heart on his sleeves because of "love" you're confident that if he found out that the concubine is getting all of your attention he will going to execute yinshu in a blink of an eyes just like what happen into your hand maiden. She's a great woman she always make you smile and laugh but the emperor hates that fact so when you comeback after your visit in the temple you did not saw her and lately you found out that she is execute to the crime of disrespecting the emperor. Ever since that day you make sure to keep everyone in a arm length out of guilt

"empress the emperor is here" your maid annonce. You command her to make some tea. "my empress how you been doing? " he Humm how you hate his deep voice its charming and seductive but you will not forget that it's also the voice that order to kill your friends. "you probably met her already aren't you?. How's she?. A lot of people says that she's one of your most devoted fan" Huh that makes it confirm everything "my goddess I know you don't care about my marriage but i wish for you to know that what ever happened tonight you're still my lovely empress" you nod never say any word. You hate him but you can not disagree that you like the pleasure you felt when you see his face in desperate. He's like a kicked puppy "please talk to me. A lot of war I have encounter but you're neglection to me makes me wanna die. Please I need you" you found his head on your shoulder. You can feel some wet drop in your neck. He's crying how pathetic you need to stop this before he stain your dress you turn around and cup his face you look at his eyes you saw some tears your hand traveled to his collar and you slam your lips to his lips he kisses you back. You pull it for a moment leaving him needy and wanting for more just like always. You whisper at his ears "You want some attention right" he nod "but don't misunderstand this as a form of love. I don't love you but I also hate to see the protector of the liyue crying pathetically it destroyed my pride as a liyue citizen" he nod again and pull you for a. Both of you have a heated hours an hour of "love making". You admitted it you enjoy it for a little while he enjoyed it like its his last meal. Little did you know à guest has come to visit the empress but stop when she hear some moan coming from the bedroom ah how absolutely divine your voice are she think. How she wish to become the emperor just for that time but that's only a dream she can't earn

The night has come and the wedding reception is full of red. Zhongli is dressed in gold and red, while the concubine is dressed with red and a little bit of gold her dress is decorated with dragon symbol oh how much he hates to see it in other woman's clothing. It represent the betrayal zhongli has done to his wife. But he doesn't need to worry he doesn't have to see it again right...

All the guests are congratulating the new couple giving them so gift and wishing them a great life. Some even wishes them to have a lot of child in the future it disgust them. The wedding is finally done they both go back in the Palace but despite the tradition that they need to share a night with each other. The emperor refuse "yinshu you are the daughter of the governer but don't expect me to share a night with you. The only woman that I need in my life is my wife. I want to show her that I am loyal to her but because of you. It's all destroyed. Enjoy the night because this is the only time we will going to see each other" he speak in a threatening cold voice. after that he run to the empress palace he searched for the empress. He see your body sleeping but he ignored it and hug you tightly he position himself in your side and keep the tight hug he rather sleep with you than that concubine. He love you so much it's deadly(no pun intended)...

#genshin impact x reader #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere zhongli #yandere emperor #Emperor zhongli #yandere genshin impact x reader #Zhongli x reader #Zhongli x smut #TW yandere #the priestress words

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enhadiares · 2 years

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Hii I really loved the ni-ki, jay and sunoo soft like it's so good!! If you can could you please do a sunghoon version? thank you in advance and can you also tag me?

Yandere Sunghoon being soft after almost killing his s/o.

%...Disclaimer I do not condone this behaviour. This is just imagination and none of the members are like this.

%...Pairing Park sunghoon x reader

%...Genre Yandere

%...Warning typical Yandere themes , violence? , car hit , accident , kidnapping etc.

%..a/n hey @sunshineeluvvy 🤍, here's the sunghoon version 🥳 The thing everyone's been waiting for. Hope you like it <3

Other member version

Another day , Another trial of escape. Backstory for this is simple yet creepy. Sunghoon was so damn in love with you that he used to stalk you , follow you around without your knowledge and then decided to kidnap you and make you a prisoner in his stupid house.

He wasn't your boyfriend , nor was he your friend. He was just a classmate of yours who you didn't even talk to . He was known as the weird kid . And no it's not like you didn't try to befriend him— it's him who used to always freeze whenever you would come around. You gave up at a point because he never used to speak to you. But what made him kidnap you was the new kid named Jake.

He was a foreign exchange student and wanted help to catch up in his studies since he came in between the year and semester. You decided to help him and you guys became friends really easily. Days passed by and you became even closer with Jake which made sunghoon extremely jealous. He decided that it's time that he makes you his. He sent you a note which contained:

"Hey yn,

it's me sunghoon and I wanted to tell you something. Meet me at the backside of our school.

Your hoon"

Yeah it was creepy but you thought that he wanted to be friends so you went there but you were wrong.very wrong. When you went there - he told you what he wanted to. He wanted to tell you that he loves you and you are his so why not make it official. It was a great shock to you. You immediately disagreed which made him mad. He kinda knew that this would happen but he just wished it wouldn't. But it did. So he kidnapped you right at that moment. You woke up in his house which was in woods. That sneaky bastard. He came and told you that , that was "your new home". But you knew what to do . Try to escape. You made it seem like you were getting used to being with him. Acting like you are starting to love him aswell. And the great part was that he was falling for it!! He was out at work when you decided that you don't wannabe here any longer and took the bag you packed and sprinted out of the door. You were feeling kinda happy but scared too. You never looked back. You were finding the road so you could ask for help. You immediately started looking for someone. Praying that someone would see you . Anyone. You wished you specified anyone but sunghoon. Meanwhile sunghoon was coming home when he saw you from afar with a bag looking for someone on the road. He never felt so angry , sad and betrayed. You tried to escape. Run away from him. He gave you everything and yet you still do this to him. He was so angry and deep in his thoughts about how he shouldn't have trusted you. He accidentally hit something. Or someone. That someone being you. He instantly regretted being so angry and lost in thought. You were the only one on the road. It means that he just hit you. He rushed out of the car and ran towards you . You were laying on the floor. All bloody. Your face had many bruises and cuts. So did your forearms and legs. You were looking horrible. Your eyes were also closed. Taking your face in his lap he started tapping your cheeks."yn baby, wake up . Wake up yn . Don't do this to me" he was panicking. D-did he kill you? Did he just kill the live of his life? What would he do without you? He went to grab his phone and punched the ambulance's number. "H-hello I'm at xxxx road and someone just hit my girlfriend with a car . Please come quickly" that's what he told them. The ambulance came not too long after and sunghoon went with you to the hospital. You were in the room for half the day. When the doctor reported to him that you were alive but just had some injuries , he felt a sudden relief and guilt wash all over him. He thanked the doctor and came inside your room. He sat beside you and looked at you with soft eyes while trying to get himself together. He held you hand and kissed your knuckles.Tears were threating to fall from his eyes. His lips were quivering. It was very hard to control his emotions in this situation. He let them fall. They were flowing like a waterfall . He was repeatedly saying sorry to you. Or your unconscious form.

"I'm sorry . I'm sorry . I'm so so so sorry baby . *hiccups* I-i swear I didn't mean to hit you. I was just feeling so betrayed that you were trying to leave me and I was so lost in thought that I didn't see you and the car accidentally hit you. Please forgive me . Please . Wake up"

But he was wrong. You were listening to him. But you weren't going to forgive him. No.Not for kidnapping you , not for hitting you with a car. He might have done this so you couldn't run from him anymore. It was his plan and he was just acting and spitting lies so you would believe him and get guilt-trapped. But you weren't dense. You'll never fall for his pathetic tricks. You are going to escape again but you will have to wait for the time till you recover. But you will wait . If that will help you escape. You will.

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royallyjoon · 3 years

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nephilim (trois)

you know where the cred goes 💙

cult au, supernatural au

yandere! ot7 x f! reader

warnings: yandere themes, violent behavior

life away from the kims resumed as normal and you warily readjusted to the boys’ presence in your life. although you gained their company, you also gained a new enemy. you should take extra care not to forget your place, as internal and external forces are constantly at work. the question is: do they work in or against your favor? the hours wind on, and strange occurrences only get stranger. after all, ichabod is most awake in the dark.

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In your dream, you saw Jimin, but he was not the same person that you had met earlier that day.

He stood atop Ichabod Chapel, combing through his black hair with his hand and looking down at you with brown eyes. But rather than the warm, twinkling eyes you recognized, his glistened in the moonlight, cold and hardened like topaz.

Despite the distance, you somehow managed to see him clearly. You could see his smile, warm and affectionate, completely unlike the gaze in his eyes. He looked as though he couldn’t care less about what was happening around him--his sole focus was on you.

He was dressed in pitch black clothes from head to toe, which were soaked in some foreign substance.

The clothes clung to him in a way that should have been uncomfortable, but he looked as though he couldn’t be bothered to change. In fact, he looked as though he relished in the substance.

Strangest of all were the magnificent black wings that rested on his back, curving their way through the shadows to reach up toward the night sky.

You eyes shot open as you woke with a start. It was still early, early enough that you could have gotten an extra hour or so of sleep, but you decided to just stay awake. Your dream had been much too unsettling...

You played around on your phone, internally debating your response to Jimin before typing something and sending it.

That’s so kind of you. I’m glad we met as well :)

You heard your mother’s knock on the door some time later. With a sigh, you lifted yourself from the warmth and safety of your sheets, getting prepared to brave the day.

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The moment you entered the upperclassmen building, you were yanked to the side and pulled into an empty classroom. You looked up in alarm but relaxed when you saw who it was.

Mana gripped you with something akin to fear, glancing around suspiciously to make sure the coast was clear. Once they were satisfied, they closed the door and hugged you tightly. “(Y/N), you whore! You have no idea how worried I was. How dare you not text me last night? How long did you spend over there? What happened?”

You smiled at your best friend’s antics, their overprotectiveness chipping away at your lingering unease from this morning.

You recounted your experience at the Kim household, telling them about the beautiful, secluded home in the woods, the brothers’ actions, their graceful talent of a mother, and the demanding presence of their father.

“Honestly, I was a little scared.” you recounted, sliding your bag off your shoulder. “There were so many things to be wary of, but I just spent the whole evening being as polite as possible.”

They nodded along, engrossed in your story.

“Mayor Kim is seriously intimidating, and Mrs. Kim read my fortune—said something about power and being careful of the people around me--and the library, Mana, you would have loved it-”

“Hold on, girl! Back up.” Mana interrupted. “The mayor’s wife said what?”

“Oh,” you slowed down. “Mrs. Kim touched my palm and said I held a lot of wisdom and power, I guess within me, and that I should be wary of those around me because they may try to take it.”

They gave you a pointed look. “I knew it. The second I saw Jimin look at the empty seat next to you from the front of the classroom, I got a bad feeling. To think the warning would come from his own mother...”

“What does that mean?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“I think you should just continue to be wary of the Kims...” Mana murmured, crossing their arms. “I know we always play it safe, but the closer to them you get, the more peril you’ll be in.”

You sat down in an empty chair. The possibilities for being hurt in this town were certainly far from rare, after all. But for them to claim the brothers would try to hurt you, even though you did nothing to provoke them...?

“Mana, do you think they might try to do something to me?”

They shrugged. “I’ve said what I felt I needed to say.”

“But steal my ‘power’?” You held up two fingers and scrunched them for air quotations. “What could the most influential people in town possibly want with me or my supposed power? What would they even do with it?”

What power do I have?

Mana looked at you concernedly while you pondered your own question.

Power? To you, it was overrated. Power was nothing but an elite show of force, all over the world but especially in this town. It was used and lorded over others, and ripped families apart. You did not consider yourself very powerful.

You remembered your obedience toward Mr. Kim in spite of your fear and suspicion, and the way you had to rub your mother’s back as she heaved up everything she ate on the side of the road after leaving their house.

Yeah...power was currently far from your grasp.

You shrugged. You were going to follow Mrs. Kim’s warning either way; after all, nothing good came of being too expressive or open in this town.

Mana turned away from you as you both heard the bell ring for the fifteen minute warning. You picked up your bag as they led the way out the door and up the stairs toward your classroom.

When you stepped into the door, you glimpsed Jimin sitting at his desk with a disturbed frown on his face. The moment he met eyes with you, however, he was all smiles.

“(Y/N)!”

You walked down the other side of the aisle and sat in your seat, turning toward him with a smile. “Morning, Jimin.”

“Good morning! Thanks for replying to my text! How was your rest? I hope you got much more sleep than yesterday night.” His eyes wouldn’t move away from yours, all big and awestruck like a puppy’s.

You nodded. “Of course! Thanks for worrying, though. You didn’t have to.”

“Of course I did. I’ll always be concerned for your safety and well-being, (Y/N). If you feel like you ever need somewhere to go or someone to confide in, feel free to reach out to me, okay?”

His tone turned strangely serious in comparison to how he greeted you moments before, you thought. Still, you gave him a small smile.

“Sure, Jimin. I really appreciate your concern and the offer...”

He beamed and nodded, turning to give his greetings to Mana, who seemed surprise that they were being spoken to at all. As they conversed, you reached into your bag and pulled out your materials for the morning lesson.

“Did you end up choosing a mythological creature for your project yet?” Jimin asked.

Their mouth twitched upward. “My partner and I decided to research nymphs...I don’t know too much about them, he pretty much chose our project topic.”

They reached over and ruffled your hair. “You lucked out with (Y/N) here, she really knows her stuff.”

You scoffed and swatted their hand away from your head. “You mean I lucked out by not being partnered with your lazy self? You’re absolutely right.”

Jimin watched the two of you bicker back and forth, fighting the urge to smile.

The teacher entered the room, placing her materials on her desk. You and your peers silenced as you prepared yourself for the long day of classes.

Right here, surrounded by your community, your classmates, and your best friend...yes, this was the time where you felt the most normal.

Deep down, you knew you wanted to leave Ichabod--without a doubt. But you feared the outside world all the same.

The people outside wouldn’t be able to understand the things you had went through. They would giggle away your paranoia and reassure you of your safety, having no perception of the actual dangers you faced.

They didn’t know the things that could set you off, the things that the people around you could understand with the simple exchange of a glance.

But you quieted the thoughts of your precarious future as the teacher began her lesson, falling into the routine once more.

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Before the Kims even stepped foot into town, it was the Augustuses who ruled Ichabod with an iron fist. Their family came from old money. They had lived here for generations upon generations, their stature being crucial to the survival of the town. They oversaw the law enforcement of Ichabod.

Nearly thirty years ago, when the town was still overrun with violence, miscreants, and chaos, the Augustuses did nothing to keep the peace. They sat from their high horse with other prominent families and watched the middle and lower classes struggle.

The then-head of the family, Rufus Augustus, was especially known for ignoring his duties.

Then Kim Moonsik stepped into town and established his position as mayor and, more importantly, as a servant of the divine Wylynne.

Once he saw how poorly Rufus acted, he fought to remove him from his position.

The man was too proud, too unwilling to give his position and title up to this “holy”, foreign newcomer.

Mayor Kim had wanted to execute Rufus. It was his son, Aloysius, who had gotten down on both knees and begged for his safety.

Two months later, both Rufus and his wife were sent to Wylynne as divine warriors, leaving the new head and his family to take his place.

The Augustus family were now the Kims’ right hand men: their enforcers and watchful guards within the walls of their kingdom.

The current head, Aloysius, was the chief of police, his wife, Domitia, a commander of her own squad.

Their daughter was Kim Namjoon’s aide, the vice president of the student body.

While the majority of the citizens of Ichabod feared the Kims, there were those select few who would cross the line between fear and respect. These subjects knew well enough to keep their distance away from that dangerous family, but revered them with an eery obsession.

Aemilia Augustus was one of those select few.

She was raised in luxury and privilege. The luxury of complete ease in her environment and the privilege of knowing that, no matter what she did, no normal citizen in this town was powerful enough to go against her or her parents.

She grew up adhering to the law. The laws of Ichabod specifically, as they would apply to no other.

Aemilia thought of herself as town royalty. She essentially was, considering her family was only a step down the hierarchy from the Kims.

Her parents were, in short, bootlickers. They trembled underneath their cloaks every monthly meeting, clutching the sophomore’s arms with grips strong enough to rival coconut crabs as they waited to see which poor, unfortunate soul Mayor Kim would call out next.

But when he called them in the middle of the night, ordering them to dispatch officers to “discipline” yet another citizen, they readily responded as if they were family friends carrying out an old grudge on behalf of the other.

Yet another reason why Aemilia found her parents’ subservience so utterly pathetic. They were subjugated to become nothing more than mindless, fearful followers.

She found her grandfather’s actions absolutely foolish. The opportunity for power and reform was well within his grasp, but his narrow mindedness prevented him from making the proper preparations.

She did not want her parents’ life for herself, nor did she see it anywhere in her future.

Aemilia wanted to rule rather than be ruled. She had no intention of leaving Ichabod--rather, she saw herself marrying one of Mayor Kim’s sons, the best son, and ruling beside him as his queen.

All of the students at Ichabod Academy knew her name and prestige. She felt that she had the entire school underneath her beck and call.

She never had to explicitly say what she wanted, because everyone else was already prepared to grant her wish. After all, who was brave, or stupid, enough to go against her?

Imagine her surprise when she walked into the cafeteria the next day and spotted you, seated with Kim Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Kim Jungkook, smiling up a storm.

A little nobody doing something no one, not even she, had ever gotten to--she’d never heard your name before, she thought to herself, whispering to one of her friend’s to tell her who you were.

You were driving a nail into her carefully crafted plans.

And if you thought you would get away with it, you clearly had another thing coming.

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Your cheeks were starting to hurt.

All you had wanted to do was go get lunch with Mana and Jimin. You skipped breakfast this morning, as usual, and your stomach was growling throughout the majority of morning classes.

When you had jumped up to run off to the cafeteria, you slammed into Taehyung, who had been waiting for you by the door. He in turn backed up into Jungkook, who was standing silently behind him.

The long, black haired boy caught his older brother with one hand and prevented you both from falling.

Apologies spilled out of your mouth and Taehyung grinned his boxy grin, apologizing for scaring you. He pounced on Jimin soon after, wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

“Jimin told me about you guys going to the cafeteria for lunch! I really miss the three of us eating together, and getting to know you yesterday was so much fun, (Y/N)! Would you mind if we joined you...?”

He turned those puppy eyes on you and you found yourself with no reason to refuse. You nodded yes, despite feeling Mana’s laser vision tearing into the back of your skull.

Thus, here you are.

If entering the cafeteria with one Kim yesterday caused some whispers, you knew today would cause full on conversations.

You smiled awkwardly at the brothers with your lunch tray in front of you, suddenly having lost your appetite. Then you clapped your hands together.

“Ah! How rude of me--Taehyung, Jungkook, please meet Mana. They’ve been my best friend since childhood. Mana, this is Jungkook and Taehyung.”

Mana waved in a good natured manner at the boys. You tensed as you watched the interaction.

Taehyung eyed them suspiciously, and you surmised that he was giving them the same “test” that you received yesterday afternoon. Thankfully, his lips split into that broad grin once more as he leapt across the table to pull them into a hug.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you!” He cheered.

They grunted, sending you a look of bewilderment over his shoulder. “Yeah, you too...?”

Jungkook mumbled out his greetings soon after.

After Jimin finished scolding Taehyung and he calmed down, the conversation took off. It was hard not to feel relaxed around Jimin and Taehyung together, for their exuberant natures made for fun conversations. You even felt Mana lowering their guard a bit, cracking some jokes that had the four of you disappearing underneath the tables in giggles.

Once again, you were almost able to forget what life was like in this town. You slipped into a comfortable sense of normalcy, picturing yourself as five school friends who had recently met.

Nevertheless, you never should have let your guard down. You never should have forgotten your place.

And by the time you did remember, it was far too late.

A cold substance spilling over you shocked you into reality, your vision obscured by a bubbly, brown trail dripping down your back, over your hair, and landing in your lap, staining your skirt.

The cafeteria, once boisterous, went completely silent.

You heard a stifled snicker from behind you just as someone else began to speak.

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

You turned around and spotted none other than Aemilia Augustus, standing there with her spotless uniform and lunch tray held firmly in her hands.

Behind her were her two best friends, Brooklyn and Constance...one of whom did not have a lunch tray.

It appeared to be on the floor directly behind you, half of its contents spilled over your back and the other half over your head.

“My dear friend wasn’t watching where she was going and ended up tripping.” Aemilia continued, turning around to face one of them. “Constance, why aren’t you apologizing?”

The blonde had one hand over her mouth and another behind her back. She removed her hand from her mouth, which you presumed was meant to hide her smile, and stepped forward.

She bowed a little. “I’m so sorry. I can get someone to pay for your laundry bill, or I could buy you lunch next time?”

You felt Mana's eyes on you, but surprisingly, the first person you looked at was not Mana or Constance, nor was it Aemilia.

You met eyes with Jungkook across the table. His dark eyes glinted dangerously, glued onto Constance and her every action. Taehyung and Jimin shared his look, glaring at the blonde. Taehyung’s hand clenched into a fist on the table, crushing the soda can he held in his hand.

The brothers met your gaze, waiting to see what you would do next.

You blinked the brown liquid out of your eyes and turned to her with a politically polite smile. “It’s fine, everyone makes mistakes. I’m pretty clumsy myself. There’s no need to pay for anything, I can just wash my uniform when I get back home. All is forgiven.”

How extremely like you, the brothers thought. How extremely like you to not draw attention to yourself at the behest of these hags.

The whispers picked back up in the cafeteria and Aemilia sent you a smile right back. She walked over to the table, stepping into the space between you and Jimin.

She gently set her tray onto the table, picked up the napkins on your tray, and proceeded to wipe some of it off your face.

“I’m glad you forgave Constance for her mistake, but still, sitting in a dirty uniform all day probably won’t be comfortable.” She spoke placatingly.

You were momentarily frozen, mystified by her treating you like a child. At least you could see clearly again.

She put the napkin down. “Why don’t you come with me to the student council office for now? We can get you a new uniform there.”

“Oh, you don’t have to go that far-”

“She’s right, you don’t want to have to sit in sticky food for the rest of the day. I’ll come with you,” Mana interrupted with a tone that left no room for permission.

Mana stood, pulling you up with them. They picked up both your bags, kicked the tray back in the blonde’s direction, and followed Aemilia’s lead out the cafeteria and away from the callous whispers.

As you walked out, Constance smirked, squeezing the Pepsi can hidden behind her back.

After the three of you left, Jimin slowly lifted his gaze, casting it onto Aemilia’s friends.

They scrambled to clean up the mess, bowing multiple times.

Before Brooklyn and Constance could scurry away, however, Taehyung lifted a hand, pointing his finger at the blonde. He bent it in a “come here” gesture. She inched over, trying and failing to hide her giddy expression.

She clutched the tray of trash in her hands, her heart pounding in her ears as the younger sophomore leaned toward her.

He whispered something in her ear, a malicious smile creeping its way onto his face.

Constance paled and she stilled. The tray she was holding went crashing to the floor.

Jimin smirked as he looked at the filth, living and non-living, and picked his bag up, swinging it over his shoulder. Jungkook scoffed and glared at them, prompting them to finally leave.

Brooklyn picked up Aemilia’s tray and pulled at Constance. The blonde managed to unfreeze herself and walked away trembling. What she was trembling from--fear or admiration--no one could tell.

The brothers looked at each other and nodded. They stood in unison and left the cafeteria.

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You had thought yesterday was going to be the most eventful day of your life, but clearly, Wylynne had more in store for you than you could ever imagine.

Not only was your uniform left a mess, but your stomach was growling louder than ever, considering you had been too shocked to eat your meal.

You traipsed down the hallway, cringing as you felt the stickiness of the soda travel from your thighs to your socks.

Now that you were no longer in the heat of the moment, you re-examined your response. You seriously doubted just how clean you’d be able to get in the bathroom. You were honestly thankful for Aemilia’s offer and for Mana insisting you take it.

Of course, you could have gone the rest of the day in your soda soaked mess of a uniform out of sheer pride, but now you wouldn’t have to.

Mana kept you right beside them as Aemilia walked ahead, her strawberry blonde pony tail swinging gently with each step she took.

Aemilia Augustus reeked of luxury and privilege. She did so in a way that few could ever come after her for it, you observed.

She exuded grace like Mrs. Kim did, but hers was different. She looked as though she felt she earned everything she got.

Rather than Mrs. Kim’s gentle elegance, Aemilia was righteous and indifferent. She knew her place, and reveled in it.

“That witch has something to do with this,” Mana harshly and quickly whispered in your ear. “Now you’ve done it. You’ve incurred the wrath of Strawberry Shortcake and her she-devils.”

“It’s fine,” you whispered back. “We know she didn’t do it, and she’s offering to give me a new uniform before class starts. It’s fine.”

You cut Mana off with a look, internally suppressing a rising negative attitude. There were too many eyes on you, too many ears around you.

Aemilia led the two of you to the third floor, walking until she reached a room at the end of the hall.

She pulled out a key and put it in the door, unlocking it. “Usually, we aren’t supposed to be in here during school hours to ensure that we’re working diligently in classes, but as the student body vice president, I have a key.” She winked and swung open the door.

“Now about that-oh!”

Aemilia stopped short and you walked behind her, peering over her shoulder.

Several windows lined the room, lighting it up with the midday sun. It was moderately sized, like that of a classroom. A wooden table set up in the middle with black, rolling chairs pushed up against the edge of the table.

Kim Namjoon sat at the head of the table, several papers spread out around him and glasses perched on his nose. He looked up, peeved at the intrusion.

“Aemilia...to what do I owe the pleasure?”

The strawberry blonde smiled. “Good afternoon, Mr. President. I have a student here who went through a bit of an accident at lunch. We’re just coming to get her a change of clothes.”

Namjoon made no reaction when he spotted you behind Aemilia. He nodded at her, gave his greetings to you and Mana with a small smile, and turned back to the paperwork.

Aemilia waved, implying the two of you could follow her in. The floor was made of a royal blue, lush carpet, and you winced as you dirtied it with your wet shoes. “What are your sizes, (Y/N)?” She questioned.

“I’m a (size) for the shirt and (size) for the skirt.” You quietly stated.

She nodded and walked to the back of the room and disappeared around a corner into what you presumed was an atrium of sorts. You heard a door open and the shuffling of clothes.

Mana entered, sitting on one of the seats lined up against the wall. You stood by one of the walls and peered out of the nearest window.

In the distance, you could see the dark leaves of the forest trees peeking over the tops of buildings and homes. Different students were making their way across the quad, heading back to afternoon classes. You sighed and placed a hand over your stomach.

“Here you are!” Aemilia returned with a uniform shirt and skirt in your size as well as a brand new pack of socks on a hanger. “Usually, the emergency uniforms cost students some additional funds, but you won’t have to worry about paying for it. This one’s on the house.”

You took the hanger gingerly. “Please, you’ve already done so much. The least I can do is pay. I’ll be making it out to the student council?”

Aemilia shook her head. “You really don’t have to, it was Constance’s fault. I’ll do you this favor for her.”

You smiled. “I insist. Please tell me how much is it.”

Aemilia leered at you, her eyes searching for whatever you possessed that made you think you even had the right to challenge her.

This bitch.

“If you insist! It’ll be $30. You can make it out via cash or check to the student council. It’s due by the end of the week.”

You nodded and gave both students a bow. “I’m so sorry to have disturbed your day. I’ll be going off to class now.”

Aemilia returned your courtesy and Namjoon gave you a small wave.

You locked arms with Mana, left the student council room and headed to the bathroom.

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“I’m telling you! There’s something so messed up about that girl!” Mana complained loudly as you stood in the bathroom. You unbuttoned your shirt and proceeded to clean soda residue off your chest, arms, and legs.

Ichabod Academy consisted of three types of bathrooms: men’s restrooms, women’s restrooms, and a gender neutral restroom. There was only one and it was jammed into the basement, and it was your and Mana’s safe space because hardly anyone else ever came down here.

“Even if there is, what am I going to do, call her out on it?” You muttered as you took off your socks, wiping as much of the stickiness as possible off with a warm, wet napkin.

You dried your arms and threw the rest of the napkins away, then went into a stall and took your clothes off completely, changing into the new uniform. “I don’t have the mental energy required to play her mind games today. How much time do I have left?”

“Fifteen minutes.” They said, unlocking and locking their phone. “No, but you seriously haven’t heard of her? Of what she does to people who get too close to the Kims?”

“There’s been someone else getting close to the Kims?” You questioned dryly, pulling the socks on.

“Got, as in past tense, love. Anyone who associates with the Kims excessively, according to her, in any form or fashion has died by her hand.” Mana said. “She practically worships the ground they walk on.”

“She wouldn’t be the only one,” you replied nonchalantly.

“You remember Grace Ster?”

“The girl from our freshman class who left to be homeschooled?” You frowned, buttoning up your shirt.

“Yes! The only reason why she was sent home is because Aemilia blew a fit and ended up tormenting the poor thing until she didn’t want to show up anymore!” Mana said.

“All Grace did was hold hands with Kim Taehyung. In drama class. For a skit!” You could see them throwing their arms up in disbelief through the crack of the stall door. “That’s why I had you go along with her. If you kept being so stubborn, she might have publicly humiliated you even more in the cafeteria. I wanted to make sure she didn’t get the chance.”

“Oh...thanks, Mana.” You smiled slightly.

You walked out the stall and folded your dirty uniform, placing it inside your book bag. You didn’t really have a response, not necessarily shocked by Aemilia’s nature. Something had told you she was different than the persona she made an effort to display.

You washed your hands and slung your bag over your shoulder. “We should just get back before we’re late.”

Mana patted you on the back as you dejectedly walked back to class.

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When you stepped into the classroom, you got a number of looks and comments, people whispering under their breath about how you dared to anger the queen bee.

Jimin had, once more, been waiting for you. “(Y/N)! Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You said. “Aemilia gave me a new uniform to change into.”

As you sat down, your stomach growled loudly.

Jimin’s eyes snapped back up to meet yours. “You didn’t get to eat, did you? She dragged you out before you could even touch your food.”

You shrugged. “I’ll just eat after school. It’s not the first time I’ve gone without eating and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

Jimin eyed you worriedly as Mrs. Hargrove burst into the room, full of nervous energy as usual. “Good afternoon, students!”

You and your classmates chorused greetings in return. You internally sighed at how long of a day this was turning out to be.

Jimin continued to fret over you throughout the rest of afternoon classes. You kept reassuring him that you were fine. No, you didn’t need anything from the vending machine, yes you would tell him if you got too hungry.

You reminded yourself that he wasn’t Mana or one of your other classmates--you wouldn’t be able to tell him off, even if you kind of wanted to.

The end of the school day finally arrived and you walked out the double doors between Mana and Jimin.

Jimin pulled you toward him. His brothers stood several feet away from the rest of the student body, watching as Driver Bin pulled up to the corner.

“(Y/N).” Jimin smiled at you, but the look in his eyes was serious. “Remember, you’re much, much stronger than you think you are.”

He reached his hand down to gently squeeze at yours, and held onto your hand for a bit more before letting it go. “Those petty people are nothing compared to you.”

He let go of your hand and walked toward his four brothers, who began climbing into the vehicle. Hoseok and Taehyung lifted their arms to wave goodbye, and you lifted yours in a half-hearted wave as they pulled away.

You stepped to the side and on one of the benches outside of the school. Mana stood next to you, leaning against a pillar.

You eyed students warily as they linked arms to walk home together in bunches or ran to the curve of the street in front of the school to hop into their parent’s cars.

A glossy, strawberry blonde ponytail soon caught your attention as it hit the light of the afternoon sun.

You watched Aemilia walk toward a gray car resting beside the curb, her hair perfect as usual. She waved farewell to her friends and made eye contact with you over their shoulders.

The girl glanced at you. Her eyes were teeming with disgust, but all she did was smile at you as she bent down to sit in the car.

Should I be scared? You thought to yourself as her driver closed the door. They drove away, heading toward the Augustus residence at the center of the city.

Mana popped a bubble of their chewing gum. “(Y/N), your mom’s here.”

You lifted your head and spotted your mother’s familiar car making its way down the pickup line.

You stood up, brushing off the back of your skit and walked with Mana to the car. When Mana entered the backseat, your mother scoffed with a smile. “What’s this?”

They beamed and blinked rapidly at your mother. “Oh please, Aunty (M/N), won’t you take this poor child home?”

You giggled as your mom rolled her eyes. “Just put your seatbelt on, Manareyyn.”

Mana gasped and hushed her. “Not the full name, Aunty! Am I a complete stranger to you?”

You laughed, feeling relaxed in the presence of your loved ones.

When you got home, you had the interesting combination of leftover takeout and your mother’s cooking for a meal.

You put both school uniforms in the wash and informed your mother of what happened at school. She prepared the funds for the council and handed the check to you.

You went upstairs and took a shower, washed your hair, and completed some homework assignments.

Soon enough, you both turned in for the night.

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Later that evening at the Kim residence, Namjoon stood outside of Jimin’s room. The younger boy had summoned him and the rest of their siblings for some kind of conference, but he wasn’t keen on staying too long.

He sighed and knocked on the door.

“Come in,” Jimin’s voice sounded from the other side. Namjoon twisted the doorknob and pushed it open.

The rest of the brothers were already in the room, he noted, seated on Jimin’s king sized bed.

He shrugged in response to their irritated gazes and climbed onto the mattress.

“Now that everyone’s here,” Taehyung stated, side-eyeing Namjoon, “we can properly begin our discussion.”

“How long is this going to take?” Hoseok interrupted. “I have several assignments that need to be completed, and dances to choreograph.”

“Yes, and I have stacks of paperwork I need to finish for student council.” Namjoon sighed.

Jimin leaned back. “You don’t necessarily have to be here-”

Hoseok leapt up, walking over to the door.

“-unless, of course, you wish to know how to help our angel.”

The senior stopped in his tracks and looked over at Jimin, gaze darkening.

“I thought we agreed that we wouldn’t help (Y/N),” Jungkook said, playing a game on his phone. “Namjoon hyung said that she needed to come to us on her own.”

“I still stand by that statement. The more we pressure her, the more she’ll back away.” Namjoon coolly replied. “She’ll come find us, of her own volition, eventually.”

“Then what are you talking about?” Hoseok asked.

“It appears that people at school are mistaken about who deserves the most respect from them,” Taehyung said.

“Your subordinate stepped out of line today, Namjoon hyung.” Jimin followed.

The older boy shifted his gaze onto his younger brothers. He thought back to today’s lunch period when (Y/N) and her friend entered the student council room. The girl had shifted uncomfortably where she stood, and he thought he’d heard the faint sound of a stomach growling.

Hoseok scoffed at his silence and turned to look at him. “Don’t tell me it was the Augustus bitch. I told you to throw her away ages ago.”

“No, it was one of her underlings,” Namjoon stated, recalling the girls’ conversation. “The blonde airhead in love with Taehyung, Constance. She must have ‘accidentally’ spilled her lunch all over (Y/N), no doubt directed by Aemilia herself.”

Taehyung glowered at the reminder. When he leaned over to whisper into Constance’s ear, the idiot was smiling as if it was the best day of her life. The acrid smell of her perfume made him gag. It nearly suffocated him.

It was nothing like (Y/N)’s. Her scent caressed him from afar and washed over him when they were close, promising warmth and consolation.

Her scent was probably ruined by the stunt that scum pulled in the cafeteria.

When he saw Constance holding the soda can, he’d wanted to reach his hand around her neck and-

“Ah, I see.” Namjoon smiled, his realization coming full force. “So, you want to prepare a lesson of sorts.”

Jimin nodded. “People need to be well aware of how to treat (Y/N) before and especially after she takes her place by our side. This can a good teaching moment.”

“Okay,” Hoseok hummed. “And how are you going to go about doing that?”

“Like Namjoon hyung said, we can’t directly interfere without it being too obvious.” Taehyung said. “But-”

“-there’s no reason as to why we can’t distribute due punishment.” Jungkook finished, his lips twitching into a smile.

Namjoon grinned, nodding. “How about the three of you tell me everything you saw in the cafeteria this afternoon...spare no details.”

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Chance Pierre was a quiet kid. He never bothered anybody and preferred to focus on his studies.

Students often found him tutoring a classmate in between classes or reading in the library, and they nicknamed him the freshmen class’ Kim Namjoon. Not that they could say it so loudly around the guy’s younger brother, Kim Jungkook.

Chance Pierre dreamed of becoming rich and influential enough to come back to the town, save the people inside, and burn the Kims to the ground.

He wanted to find a way out of Ichabod using his intellect. He would appeal to Mayor Kim, explain how he hoped to bring excellence to the town by pursuing his academic career and spreading the word about Wylynne and all of the moon’s grace.

Surely, the mayor would let him take his intellectual influence outside. And he would be able to escape the hellish nightmare that was this town.

Thankfully, he and Jungkook were not in the same class. Even though Chance was at the top of his specific class, if he wanted to place first in the entire freshman class, he would eventually have to confront the youngest of the Kims. A conflict he’d been readily avoiding.

Still, despite his academic prestige, he was still what high schoolers would call a “nerd”. He was bullied by his peers, the same peers that he wanted to spare. They mocked him for his financial status, for his intellect. The goddess forbid he ever share his dream of leaving Ichabod, for they would mock him for that as well.

Chance entered his home and it was quiet, as usual. His parents worked late hours and he often had no one to talk to. The spirits in the walls were his friends, he liked to joke.

He took his shoes off and just as he was about to turn to go upstairs, something was thrown over his head.

His vision went dark and he immediately began to struggle. He kicked and fought, his breaths rapidly increasing. The inside of the material was coated in what smelled like bleach and alcohol.

Chloroform.

Chance tried to hold his breath, cursing himself for struggling earlier, but he only delayed the inevitable. The boy’s movements slowed and his assailant pulled the bag around his head tighter and tighter until he blacked out.

Hours later, the police station was visited by his mother in the early morning, the woman hysterically crying and clutching onto Chance’s discarded book bag as she reported her son’s abduction.

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You were awoken by your mother entering your room. You looked up at her inquisitively, trying to blink the sleep out of your eyes.

You both had several hours of rest left, so why...?

She wordlessly approached your bed and lifted the covers, and you scooted backward to give her space. She lay down next to you, slipping her arm under your head.

You felt her press a kiss to your forehead. She started playing with your hair and humming a little, like she used to do when you were little. You drifted back to sleep in the comfort of her arms.

Yet in the morning, she was gone again, off to work an early shift at the hospital.

It was a gray, rainy day today.

Mana’s dad had been the one to take you to school that morning, and both he and his child chuckled as they saw you running out the door with a clothing bag and your book bag in the rain. You had entered the car squealing from the cold water droplets.

When you walked into the building, you had almost expected another horrible, suspicious “accident”.

If only that had been the case.

You and Mana entered the lobby to find your classmates gathering around the school bulletin board, where another missing poster had been put up.

A freshman. He’d been taken sometime last night, you gathered from the horde of students in front of you.

The boy looked slightly familiar to you; he was probably someone you were accustomed to passing in the halls.

You sighed, your heart falling in your chest. That was probably why your mother was clinging to you in your sleep this morning...

You met eyes with Mana’s, whose own flashed with sadness and anger.

There was no telling where this kid was going to show up again. If he was lucky, he would make it back to his family in one piece. If not...

The double doors opened again, bringing in an icy breeze with them, and the halls instantly silenced. You turned away from the crowd and watched as the Kim brothers walked in.

Jungkook strolled along with his head held high and headphones in his ears, indifferent to all the stares.

Namjoon walked through the students, smirking as they parted for him with Hoseok, calm as can be, a couple of feet behind him.

Contrary to yesterday’s kind and bubbly energy, Taehyung had a dangerous glower on his face. Jimin was expressionless, his eyes glued forward as the brothers made their way to their respective buildings.

If they noted the amount of students surrounding the bulletin board, they certainly did not show it. There was no sign of concern, or pain anywhere in their expression.

This was why the Kims, while so close, felt so distant from the rest of the student body.

It’s one thing to live in a town like Ichabod and experience the horrible things that happen here. It’s another thing to refuse to look deeper and question everything around you.

It’s another thing to live here and think that these types of occurrences are alright.

You shivered. Yes, you remind yourself. This is the atmosphere. This is the place I am in.

You were not in a normal high school or a normal town. The law of your land simply could not compare with that of anywhere else.

Never far behind them, Aemilia Augustus entered, her posse at her back. She followed the Kims, a serene, pleased smile on her face.

No doubt she had knowledge of what had happened to that freshman, but she would never tell.

She passed by you and Mana, looking you up and down.

That one glance told you more than anything you had gathered in your conversation yesterday.

This is the difference between us, it proclaimed. I am safe on the inside, while you are disposable on the outside.

You are nothing.

Aemilia walked past the two of you, continuing on her way to class. Brooklyn and Constance followed behind her, staring dead ahead.

The blonde was far from her usual picture perfect attire--her uniform was wrinkled, she was dragging her feet, and her eyes were red and puffy. She made no move to look at you or Mana, seemingly caught up in her thoughts.

Soon after they left, movement in the halls returned to normal as students walked to their classes. At some point, you finally forced yourself to move.

The chill from the rain and wind settled in your bones and you shivered on your way to class.

The teacher had not arrived yet, as usual. Your classmates didn’t even have the heart to discuss rumors or joke around. Every movement seemed to break the silence.

You walked down the aisle and sat next to Jimin, waving at him in greeting. He gave you a small smile in return. You silently took your books out your bag, not wanting to bother him anymore after this morning’s display.

The cold couldn’t seem to leave you alone. Your shivers persisted and within a few moments, you were shaking so badly you couldn’t hold your pencil straight.

Mana sent you a concerned look but you waved them off, circling your finger to tell them to turn back around.

You put your writing utensil down and tried to hold your own hand still when you felt Jimin shift next to you.

He caught sight of your trembling fingers and he removed his school cardigan, handing it to you.

You tried to refuse his offer, pushing the fabric back into his hold, but he spread it out, draped it over your shoulder, and lifted your hand to slip one of your arms through.

What is it with people thinking I don’t know how to take care of myself? You thought as you gently pulled your arms from his hand, slipping them into the cardigan and pulled it closed.

He watched with a satisfied smile as it draped down your sides and shifted in his seat to resume his staring ahead.

You thought back to the other night.

His gaze was just as caring, just as frigid as the one from your dream.

You shivered again, hiding it by shifting in your seat. The class sat in silence until your first period teacher walked in. Without another word, she quickly began her lesson.

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During lunch, Mana had to go to a meeting with one of the teachers, and Jimin and his brothers were nowhere to be found (not that you were dying to sit with them), so you took the opportunity to clear your debt with the student council.

You walked up to the third floor and went to the end of the hallway, fiddling with the paper and clothing bag in your hands. As you approached the door, you tentatively turned the knob and found that it was still locked.

You were contemplating sliding the envelope under the door when a voice sounded out from behind you.

“What have we here?”

You turned and found Kim Namjoon leaning against the wall behind you. He didn’t have his glasses on today, but wore a playful and righteous look on his face.

“(Y/N) ah, it’s wonderful to see you. I see Jiminie is still making sure to take good care of you.” He smiled in a good natured manner and you flushed, remembering the sweater your classmate practically dressed you in himself.

“Yeah...it’s been really chilly,” you muttered. You bowed slightly in greeting. “Good morning.”

“How have you been?”

“I’m alright. I didn’t want to bother, I just have the uniform I borrowed yesterday and the money I owe the council.”

Namjoon put his leg down, gently kicking off the wall and approached you. He flicked his hand toward the door. “Oh, is that so? Why didn’t you come in?”

“The door was locked-” You watched in surprise as Namjoon opened the door easily, without having pulled out a key. “...or not, I suppose.”

I must not have twisted the door hard enough because of all the stuff in my hands...

“Come on in.”

You entered the room cautiously. Namjoon took his place at the head of the table, placing his bag at his feet. “The uniforms go in the closet in the atrium, around that corner.”

You nodded and walked the same way Aemilia went yesterday.

There didn’t appear to be much in the atrium--there were two restrooms, a vending machine, a place to hang coats and bags, and the supply closet.

“Speaking of clothes, I apologize for not being able to assist you yesterday. I was terribly behind in some student council matters and worked all night to finish it all.” The student council president stated from behind the other section of the wall.

You hung the wardrobe up and walked back out, sliding the check in front of Namjoon on the table. “It’s completely fine, it wasn’t anything important.”

“I don’t think so,” He gestured for you to take a seat in the chair to his right. “Would you mind telling me what happened in the cafeteria?”

You hesitated, prepared to brush it all under the rug, but boy’s gaze sharpened and you found yourself taking a seat.

“It was an accident,” you began. “Someone tripped and spilled their food on me at lunch.”

Namjoon hummed. “Who was it?”

“A friend of Aemilia’s. I was sitting with Mana, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook at lunch and we were talking, and then I felt something cold run down my face and back.” You looked down at your lap, folding and unfolding your fingers.

Namjoon rested his chin in his fist as he looked at you. “I take it that it was Constance, as Aemilia said yesterday, correct?”

You nodded.

“So, Constance managed to trip and splatter her food all over you, and only you, as you sat at your lunch table, which is fairly out of the way of the center of the cafeteria. A table that had plenty of room for people to walk around.”

“How did you know where I was sitting?” You asked.

“Jimin informed me of the basic details, but I wanted to hear the story from your perspective.” He reasoned with a smile. “This...accident...also occurred well into the meal, when everyone else was already seated.”

You frowned. “It doesn’t sound like you think it was an accident.”

“It sounds as though she were targeting you, (Y/N).” Namjoon said, removing some papers and textbooks from his bag. “I’m simply speculating off of what I know. I’d advise you to be careful of Aemilia and her ‘acquaintances’.” He said, smiling a bit worriedly.

You looked away, thoughts racing rapidly in your head.

You were already wary of the girl because of her status and the things you’d heard from Mana, but you found something incredibly unsettling about being warned about her from Kim Namjoon himself.

He’s one to talk.

Namjoon asked you to spend the rest of the lunch hour with him, as he felt he needed some company to complete the rest of his documents.

He offered to purchase snacks for the two of you, and after that you could hardly refuse. You pulled out some assignments of your own and worked in tandem.

Hazel eyes peered through a crack in the doorway of the student council room. They saw you and the student council president, sitting together as though you were the best of friends, discussing certain books or classes with an intermittent joke placed every now and then into the conversation.

Hazel eyes saw nothing but a repulsive wench taking what was supposed to be her place. Speaking to her future husband, her future king. The longer she gazed upon the heinous sight, the angrier it made her.

She made a move to swing open the door and announce her presence, but dark brown eyes met hers through the crack and Aemilia stilled.

She was not surprised that he had managed to sense and spot her, as she had been able to tell long ago that the president was a master of perception. Yet the usual polite warmth that she so loved was gone. It was replaced by unyielding anger.

His eyes were alight with purple fire.

He was angry because she almost interrupted him being with you.

Aemilia let go of the handle to the student council room, letting the door click closed. She shoved past the shoulders of her minions friends, raging down the hallway until she reached an empty classroom.

Once inside, she locked herself in there and began throwing around the desks, chairs, anything within her arms’ reach.

After she quelled her rage, she pressed her nails into her palm and decided: no, she would not be going out like this. She would not allow that pretentious shrew to chip away and what she so carefully built, what she strove for.

(Y/N) (L/N) would soon experience hell on earth. Aemilia Augustus would make that happen. She swore it on her family name.

(Y/N) (L/N) would never return to the school in one piece, of body or of mind, as long as she could help it.

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oreosmama · 4 years

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Haikyuu!! Masterlist

☔ = Angst

🌦️ = Angst to Fluff

💥 = Crack

☀️ = Fluff

💋 = Smut

🖤 = Yandere

🔔 = Request

🟪Imagines🟪

Akaashi Keiji:

■ Burned Promises 🔔 ☔

Every letter he wrote you was useless now. After he cheated, they were filled with nothing but lies, and what was the point of keeping lies lying around? (Based on Hamilton song “Burn.”)

■ Language of Love ☀️

Speaking French in front of your crush was not as discreet as you originally thought. Maybe you should just start texting from now on…

■ Paper Cranes 🔔 ☔

A thousand paper cranes led to one wish. Or at least that’s what the legend said. Akaashi never wanted or even minded if it was true. At least, not until you came along.

■ Reborn (Bokuto/Akaashi x Reader) 🌦️💥 (slight 💋)

Supernatural/Soulmate AU; Series (Ongoing)

How do normal people react when they get kidnapped by a vampire and a wizard claiming to be their soulmates? Because you try to choke them out with their own breakfasts. But maybe that’s just you.

■ Rose of Thorns 🔔 ☔

Akaashi was much like a rose. He was beautiful, soft and enchanting. But he also had many undeniable thorns. (Based on “Rose” by Jereena Montemayor.)

Bokuto Koutarou:

■ Cock Block 💥 (slight 💋)

Bokuto just wants to get some, but the universe is not always on his side.

■ A Hairy Situation (Soulmate AU) 🌦️

Back home in America, YN was happy to dye her hair whatever color she pleased. But now that she’s transferred to Japan as a foreign exchange student, she realizes that she’s much closer to her soulmate than she used to be… hence why her hair looks like an explosion of black and gray. What an asshole.

■ If It Ain’t Broke 🌦️

You broke up with Bokuto for a good reason. At least, what you thought was a good reason. But right now you can’t help but miss him terribly, and according to Akaashi, he’s feeling the exact same. But did you really break him like his friend said?

■ Love Me Through the Phone 💋

After Bokuto leaves for an away game on Valentine’s Day weekend, you’re left to handle the day’s pleasures all on your own. There’s just one little problem–nothing comes close to what Bokuto could give you. Luckily, he offers a solution, and though it’s completely out of your wheelhouse, you find yourself desperate enough to give in.

Warnings: smut, phone sex, mutual/guided masturbation, dirty talk, slight praise kink, slight dumbification, edging (if you squint), (gentle) dom!Bokuto

■ Praiseworthy 💋

After winning his volleyball game, Bokuto comes over wanting to celebrate. The both of you sure know how to throw a thrilling two-person party.

Warnings: SMUT!!!, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink

■ Reborn (Bokuto/Akaashi x Reader) 🌦️💥 (slight 💋)

Supernatural/Soulmate AU; Series (Ongoing)

How do normal people react when they get kidnapped by a vampire and a wizard claiming to be their soulmates? Because you try to choke them out with their own breakfasts. But maybe that’s just you.

Hinata Shoyo:

■ Home Alone 💥

You should never leave Hinata alone with the responsibility of the chores in the house. Especially when your next-door neighbor is a dick.

■ Tug of War (Soulmate AU) 🔔 💥 ☀️

You had a nervous habit, and to your soulmate, it was a bit cruel. From time to time, you would occasionally tug on your red string of fate. You never really saw the effects… at least, not until now. “Hinata, are you okay?!”

Iwaizumi Hajime:

■ Innocent Misunderstanding 💥

Last night, it was all fun and games until Iwaizumi accidentally pushed you too far. To be fair, you did underestimate his strength, so it wasn’t completely his fault. That didn’t prevent you from limping to school, though.

■ Misleading Marks (Soulmate AU) 💥 (slight 🌦️)

Your soulmark is a wonderfully misleading pain in the tuchus. Luckily, your hunk of a soulmate makes it all worth it.

Kageyama Tobio:

■ Petty Competition 💥

After you get a new pet in your home, Kageyama can’t help but feel a little neglected after a while. It’s all Snickers’ fault.

■ Volleyball on the Brain (Soulmate AU) 💥☀️

In a world where soulmate’s thoughts are written on their other half’s hand, your soulmate always has the same thing on his mind every day: volleyball and the occasional dumbass ginger.

Konoha Akinori:

■ One-Sided Future 🔔 ☔

It’s hard to see a person fall in love with another who never intends on sharing a future with that person. It’s even harder when that person is you. (Based on “I Can’t Make You Love Me” by Bon Iver)

Kozume Kenma:

■ Indebted and In Debt (Vampire AU) 💥

Kozume Kenma is one of the most infamous vampires to ever exist, the legends of him and his clan rivaling that of Dracula himself. His preserved sarcophagus lies in the heart of Tokyo’s Supernatural Museum, subsection C: Vampires. You, on the other hand, are the reason wet floor signs exist. A chance slip, an accidental cut, and a band aid missing the trash can all lead to the chance meeting of you and the vampire committed to serving you eternally. “I am forever indebted to you, Mistress.”

■ The Red String of Nothingness (Soulmate AU) ☔ Part 2 🌦️ 🔔

You’ve been waiting for your soulmate your whole life. Preparing to go into high school, you’re excited for more opportunities to find your destined partner. But… then you find him. And his girlfriend.

Kuroo Tetsurou:

■ Bed Head 💥(slight 💋)

Kuroo’s hair was an undeniable nuisance. It was a shame, though, because it was here to stay.

■ The Deal 🌦️(slight 💋)

Kuroo needs your help wooing the pain in the ass cheerleader that’s your lab partner. But what if Kuroo wasn’t actually trying to pursue her?

■ Forgive In Time 🔔 ☔

Kuroo always teased you, joked with you during class. You couldn’t help but grow feelings for him. Evidently he didn’t return them. (Based on “Ready Yet” by Sasha Sloan.)

■ Just a Little Confession 🌦️

A confession to Kenma doesn’t end as well as you thought it would, but luckily a tall, kind third-year is there to save the day. Still, confessions suck, and relationships are hard to read sometimes.

■ Pumpkin Eater ☔ (Part 2 Options: Second Chance or Never Again) 🌦️(slight 💋) 🔔

Last night, your friend sent you pictures of Kuroo with some girl at a random club. In short, not only was he a liar, but he was also a cheater, and you couldn’t stand to be with him after this.

Miya Osamu:

Lapse in Judgement 🔔 ☔

A car crash has taken Osamu’s brother away, the boy you liked so dearly. Osamu was dull to the pain, his crush on you blinding him from reality. But when he dyes his hair in hopes that he could make you feel the same, he realizes he may have gone too far.

Nishinoya Yuu:

■ Bad Sleeping Habits 💥(slight 💋)

You and Nishinoya have some pretty weird sleeping habits.

■ The Claw 💥

Claw machines are unfair, and your boyfriend is seriously impatient. You see where this is going, right?

Oikawa Tooru:

■ Across the Hall 🌦️(slight 💋)

Across the hall lived Oikawa, a smug womanizer who never knew how to confront his one-night stands after their five minutes of fame. To avoid confrontation, he repeatedly seeks refuge in your apartment, or in his case, in your bed. But what happens when you start to grow feelings for this amorous neighbor of yours?

■ Fake Marks, True Love 🌦️(slight 💋)

The hickey was fake, but the pain Oikawa felt when he saw it? It was real, and it hurt like a bitch. “Who touched you?”

■ I Wanna Build a Snowman ☀️

Oikawa just wants to build a snowman on one of the coldest days of the year with his beloved girlfriend. What could go wrong?

■ Maid for Him 🖤

You were his maid. His lover. His life. He simply couldn’t let that sleazy visiting prince anywhere near you.

■ The Miracle of Childbirth 💥

Yours and Oikawa’s children were the most amazing creatures on Earth… except when they acted like munchkin-sized pain in the asses.

■ On a Cold Winter’s Night ☀️(slight 💋)

Trapped in the university library due to a raging blizzard outside, you are forced to endure the cold night with the man you hate the most: the player who lives in the dorm across from you, Tooru Oikawa. But with tensions and anxieties at an all-time high, you begin to realize your feelings for Oikawa aren’t quite what you thought they were, especially when all he wants to do is keep you warm.

■ Talking to the Moon🌦️

After breaking up to go their separate ways after high school, YN and Oikawa struggle to accept the fact that neither is willing to give up their career paths for the other. Instead, they both confide in the moon, wishing that it was their other half. (Based on “Talking to the Moon” by Bruno Mars.)

■ Warm Embrace ☀️

Naked cuddles with Oikawa need no purpose.

Sawamura Daichi:

■ Grudges and Ice Cream 🌦️

After your boyfriend completely forgets your one year anniversary together, you decide to give him the cold shoulder. He gives you an even colder shoulder.

Sugawara Koushi:

■ A Cut Above the Rest 🔔 🌦️

At the Shiratorizawa vs Karasuno game, it breaks your heart to see Sugawara get so excited by Kiyoko’s touch. After a long day of the silent treatment, your boyfriend must show you just how much more you affect him than any other girl around.

■ You Told Me So ☀️

He was right. You should’ve brought a jacket before trekking outside on a rainy day. You just wish he would say he was right.

Tendou Satori:

■ Indecipherable Secret Code 💥☀️

You could finally say you loved him back!...In private. You were just so nervous of how the team would react if you ever said it in public, but luckily Tendou has just the solution.

■ No One but You (slight 💋)

While managing at your boyfriend’s volleyball game, a nice, blond player from another school approaches and compliments you. He had only been friendly, so why was Tendou acting so weird?

Terushima Yuuji:

■ Pumpkin Eater ~Part 2~ Never Again 🔔 🌦️(slight 💋)

Last night, your friend sent you pictures of Kuroo with some girl at a random club. Not only was he a liar, but he was also a cheater, and you couldn’t stand to be with him after this.

■ The Bigger the Hoop 🌦️

Terushima’s got your heart held in his hands. And your earrings stuck in his ears.

Tsukishima Kei:

■ Bet 💥

You ended up wearing a green bean costume to school the next day. Why? Ugh, don’t ask.

■ Don’t Slouch 💥☀️

You’ve got a bad habit. You know that. So why does that blond smartass in your class keep ragging you about it?

■ Loving Tradition 🔔 🌦️

Tsukishima has accidentally started a growing tradition with you: he will attend your home volleyball games, and you will attend his. But why does it hurt so much when you finally miss one of his own games? Surely he doesn’t like you that much… right?

■ Practice Makes Perfect 💥☀️

There’s nothing wrong with preparing to ask out the guy you like. Just make sure you don’t have an audience while you do it.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

■ Sober Thoughts 🌦️(skippable 💋 scene)

Drunk and full of bad decisions, you decide to walk to Tendou’s apartment to wallow in hopelessness over your feelings for Ushijima. But wait… why is Tendou taller and bulkier than usual?

Warnings: SMUT!!! cunnilingus, first-time squirting, & slight praise kink maybe??

■ Story Time ☀️

When you are assigned a partner project with the intimidating Ushiwaka, you start to realize he’s not all that scary, and maybe, just maybe you could teach him a thing or two about Happily Ever Afters.

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🟣Headcanons🟣

Cheering Up Sad S/O (Tsukishima, Bokuto, Kenma) 🔔 ☀️(slight 💥)

Darling Traps Them in a Room to Escape (Ushijima, Oikawa) (Sugawara, Kuroo) (Bokuto, Kageyama, Kenma) (Tendou, Hinata) 🖤

He Has a Nightmare About Losing You (Kenma, Bokuto, Kuroo, Kageyama, Hinata) 🌦️💥 (slight 💋)

He Returns from an Away Game (Hinata, Kageyama, Oikawa, Bokuto, Ushijima) 🌦️💥 ☀️ (slight 💋)

How They Kiss (Oikawa, Bokuto, Terushima, Daichi, Kuroo, Ushijima) ☀️

Pretending to Moan Another Guy’s Name (Oikawa, Tsukishima, Tendou)🌦️(slight 💥)

“Spread Your Legs”... to Cuddle (Kenma, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Atsumu) 🔔☀️💥 (slight 💋)

Voicemails After the Breakup (Kuroo, Ushijima, Atsumu) (Oikawa, Tendou) ☔

When He Falls Asleep on You (Bokuto, Tsukishima, Iwaizumi) ☀️💥

When He’s Sick (Kageyama, Tendou) ☀️💥

When He’s Your Fellow Actor (Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Yamaguchi) ☀️

Yandere Ushijima Headcanons 🔔 🖤 (slight 💋)

Yandere Popular Pairs x Reader (Kageyama-Hinata) 🖤

You Use the Safeword (Kuroo, Kageyama) (Bokuto, Tsukishima) 🌦️

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📱Fake Texts📱

Break Up Prank (Captain Version 1 2) (Setter Version 1 2) 💥🌦️

Calling Him by His Name (Third Gym Version 1 2) 💥 (slight 💋)

“Can I sit on you(r face)?” (Middle Blocker Version 1 2) 💥💋

He Accidentally Confesses Over Text (Tsukishima Version)

He Sends You a Nude (Ace Version) 💥💋

Telling Him He’s Hot (Setter Version) 💥 (slight 💋)

Waking Him Up to Tell Him You Love Him (Libero and Wing Spiker Version 1 2) 💥

You Accidentally Confess Over Text (Bokuto and Akaashi Version) ☀️💥

You’re Horny (Third Gym Version) 💥

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💬 Incorrect Quotes 💬

1 2 (3?) 4

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📝 Drabbles 📝

Nishinoya x Reader w/ unrequited feelings 1

Suna x Reader w/ unrequited feelings on Bday 1

Tsukishima x Sugawara!reader 1

Yandere Daichi/Sugawara 1

Yandere Bokuto 1 2 3 4 5 6

#masterlist #masterpost #haikyuu masterlist #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fake texts #haikyuu imagines

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suiana · 9 months

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✎ masterlist part 2 . . .

yandere villain x gn reader x yandere hero part 2

yandere general

yandere celebrity

yandere side character

yandere octoman

yandere drider

yandere teacher

yandere janitor

yandere sugar baby

yandere sugar daddy

yandere slasher

yandere fiancé

yandere auctioneer

yandere vampire

yandere milf

yandere cosplayer

yandere hero

yandere ex crush

yandere monster

yandere rich girl

yandere boss

yandere blade oneshot (hsr)

yandere tomie

yandere platonic grandpa

yandere sahsrau

yandere academic rival

yandere female best friend

yandere twins

yandere food delivery driver

yandere immortal

yandere god

yandere sleepy bf

yandere imaginary friend

yandere yoga teacher

yandere wedding planner

yandere burger chef entity

yandere figure skater

yandere cannibal

yandere dad's loser bestie

yandere french fry chef entity

yandere platonic clown

yandere catboy

yandere loveless loser

various yandere mr loverman drabble

yandere detective

yandere mean boy

cute classmate

soft girl

soft boy

yandere female lead

yandere camboy

yandere lucky fella

yandere rich guy

platonic yandere himbo

yandere mobile phone plan shop worker

yandere younger brother's best friend

yandere killer harem

yandere cringe loser harem

yandere one eyed monster

yandere prison warden

yandere rental boyfriend

yandere tsundere

yandere foreign exchange student masterlist

yandere masseur

yandere teddy bear

yandere "good boy"

yandere genius

yandere shortie arsonist

yandere golden retriever

yandere death god and yandere life god

blue eyed yandere

yandere infected harem

yandere sweetheart

yandere manager

yandere influencer

yandere first date

yandere singer

yandere enemy

rewind?

out of pocket yandere

yandere argenti (hsr)

#masterlist #yandere masterlist #tw yandere #yandere x reader

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yuta-nakamots · 3 years

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Yuta-Nakamots’ NCT Dream Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Please make sure to check out the guidelines for rules about my writings and feel free to take a look at the upcoming release schedule. Be sure to join my general taglist if you’d like to be tagged in my future works. Thank you and have a nice day!

Key

Genres f || Fluff a || Angst s || Smut m || Horror and other mature genres t || Action

Extras ✧ || 200+ notes ™ || ToMie TradeMarked (inspired by a dream I had)

l . m a r k

We Go Up (f) ™ - Boyfriend!Mark x Reader - 4.2k

Growing up was a part of life. Though you were scared of all that the future holds, you looked forward to going through it all with Mark right by your side. Part of the Moodboard Collab. Part of the NeoWinter Festival.

✧ Everybody Talks (f,a) || Teaser || Visualizer || - Lyricist!Mark x Reader - 24.2k

People change and people talk. These two ideas were the leaders in the downfall of your relationship with Mark, who seems to rather let things pass on by instead of acting upon them. Part of the A Vibe Collab. Part of my SuperM: Seven Deadly Sins AU.

✧ Some Kind Of Wonderful (f,s) - Boyfriend!Mark x Reader - 2.9k

You had the pleasure of getting to ring in the New Year with Mark and it gave you the opportunity to try something new when giving pleasure to Mark. Part of the Subspaced Collab. Part of the the Hot Sauce Factory Event. Check out the masterlist here.

h . r e n j u n

Beautiful Time (f,a,m,t) || Profiles || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Epilogue || - Vampire!Renjun x Reader - 21.2k

Vampires are creatures forced to walk upon the earth for longer than humans could possibly imagine. One would think it gets boring after a while, but not to Renjun, the foreign exchange student who seems to know a little too much about the early twentieth century.

l . j e n o

✧ Walk You Home (f,a) ™ - Idol!Jeno x Idol!Reader - 8.3k

You met Jeno when you were a trainee and he had lent you his shoulder to cry on. He became one of your closest friends and one of your best supporters, eventually merging the two and becoming your best friend. Your friendship with Jeno was something you wouldn’t trade for anything, maybe aside for an actual relationship with him.

もののけ彦/Prince Mononoke (f,a,m,t) || Teaser || Visualizer || - Gang Member!Jeno x Reader - 4k

Being born into the world of corruption doesn’t exactly lend itself to having the happiest upbringings. Regardless, you make do with what you have until meeting Jeno, who offers you an escape from it all. Part of the Dream Studio: Miyazaki Collab.

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l . h a e c h a n

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As the resident ghost that haunts your old apartment, you take pride in scaring away those who dare move in, not wanting them to ruin your memories. Though your mission changes after a group of boys arrive. These are the four boys you allow into your space and your heart. One of them is the candle that supports you, and you are the fire that burns atop it, his beacon of light.

n . j a e m i n

✧ Crush (f,a) || Teaser || - High School!Jaemin x Reader - 5.3k

Na Jaemin was the boy who had protected you from bullies, let you copy his homework, shared his snacks with you, and practically doted on you like a mother. It would only make sense for you to develop a crush on him though not all loves are meant to last, especially when your overbearing feelings crush themselves. Part of the Summertime Tunes Collab. Part of the NeoWinter Festival.

119 (a,m,t) ™ - Yandere!Jaemin x Reader - 4.1k

Misfortune is all around you though you were never the true victim of it until now with Jaemin by your side. Will you make it through these troubles or die trying? Will you be killed or become the killer? Part of the NeoHalloween writing festival. Check out the masterlist here.

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z . c h e n l e

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He’s definitely not your knight in shining armor, he may not be the one you bring home to mother, but he’ll be the one to give you flowers. Chenle is not the right one for you, but he is for right now. Part of the Sometimes Letting Go...Collab.

Honor To Us All (f,t) || Teaser || - Street Racer!Chenle x Street Racer!Reader - 7.6k

When your older brother Lucas becomes unable to compete in a large race, you seize the opportunity to take his place. You were already an established racer in your own team so it couldn’t be that much more difficult. But Lucas’s team is all-male and you knew for a fact that they did not want female members. Part of the Dream Land Collab. Part of the Adrenaline Rush! Collab. Part of the NCT Sports Collab.

p . j i s u n g

My First and Last (f,a,m,t)

Part of the 21 Ways to Kill Your Lover Collab.

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sleepybutwriting · 4 years

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Headcanons for: “Yandere!My Hero Academia”

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S/o was one of batmans sidekicks?

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Pairing: Momo x Reader | Bakugo x Reader | Kirishima x Reader | Jiro x Reader

Request: “Can I get headcannons for Momo, bakugou, Kiri, and Jirou being yanderes for a girl from America who seems to have a bit too much training until they find out (totally not from stalking her) that she's one of batmans sidekicks? Please and thank you! By the way, I love your writing! - Anonymous”

Notes: Thank you so much, you’re too nice! Also, you guys are super creative with your prompts and asks. You always get me thinking :) Yandere themes are ahead.

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Momo Yaoyorozu:

When you first get introduced to the class, Momo sees you as some perfect little American foreign exchange student

She’ll invite you on shopping trips to the mall, take you to dinner, and invite you over to study at her house and have tea

You just so looked so innocent and adorable that she can’t help but want to hide you away forever

When she feels her infatuation for you deepening, she hires a team of detectives to look into your past in order to find out more about you

She was aiming for them to find things like your exes, best friends, allergies, where you went to school, not for them to come back telling her that you were some sort of crime-fighting vigilante

Her whole idea of you being some innocent girl was shattered, but that didn’t stop her obsession with you

The idea of you running around at night getting all bruised was unacceptable. That part of your past was something that she would not allow to follow you here

“Aww, my little princess isn’t as innocent as she lets on. We’ll have to fix that.”

Katsuki Bakugo:

You and Bakugo were paired up as sparring partners when he started having suspicions of your past. The fact that you had pinned him down in about ten seconds, definitely lifted up some red flags to you having prior training.

He’s angry when he learns the truth. How dare you put your life in danger so stupidly? He won’t allow you to do that again

Being a hero was one thing, but a vigilante is a whole nother story

He isn’t afraid to confront you about it either

He’ll march right up to you in class and ask what the actual fuck were you thinking being some sidekick

He isn’t Ashamed of using your past as leverage to keep you inline too

“If you know what’s good for you, you won’t go on that suicide mission with Deku. I mean, it would be a shame if while you were gone, the word got out about your sketchy past.”

Eijiro Kirishima:

How manly of you!

He is proud of the scars you wear. It’s a representation of all the people you’ve saved

He admires your bravery and thinks highly of you and your fighting skills. But, you won’t be needing them anymore

In fact, you wouldn’t even need to fight at all

Not with a man like Kirishima looking after you now

“I know you can take care of yourself, but you don’t have to anymore. I’ll take care of you now, so you don’t have to put yourself in danger ever again.”

Kyoka Jiro:

Jiro was probably the most chill about it out of everyone (at least on the outside)

She notices your scars in the girl’s locker room when you’re changing before training

Of course, she’s concerned and can’t help but ask you about them. Her worst fear is that someone may be hurting you

But when you come clean and tell her the truth of your past, she’s relieved that it’s not more serious

That being said, now that she knows how reckless you can be when it comes to saving others, she’s always keeping an extra close eye on you from behind the scenes. Making sure you don’t overexert yourself and get another scar.

While she may look as calm as ever, every time you take a punch, she can’t stop her heart rate from spiking at the idea of you being injured

“You shouldn’t be so reckless with yourself, Y/N. I’d hate to see you get hurt.”

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robinofinashiro · 4 years

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- request from @yoo-hoo-iwa-chan: “May I have a haikyuu scenario with oikawa, bokuto and sakusa where the reader is violinst foreign exchange student for the music program at their school, (let's pretend that their schools have a good music program). Hope this made since. Sorry if you don't write for any of these characters.”

- note: I am a former violinist so this scenario is so cute but since the req was kind a vague, I implied the start of a relationship.

- request status: will open request upon the release of this scenario. remember yandere alphabet is closed until further notice.

- pairing: sakusa kiyoomi, bokuto koutarou, x fem! reader

sakusa kiyoomi:

sakusa was intrigued to say the least. he had never seen you around before and seeing as though you were a foreign exchange student who just happened to attend the same school he did but had no idea how ‘popular’ he was made it all the better.

he would see you walking up and down the hall with your violin case in one hand and your other hand was struggling to keep your backpack off the floor. Sakusa had never spoken to you before considering you weren’t in the same class, however; you were in the class next door to him so you would almost every day.

not only was Itachiyama known for its amazing volleyball club but the orchestra for it was widely popularized and a competitive club to even get into so when word got around that a foreign exchange student made the club, it was a surprise to everyone.

the day you finally talked with Sakusa was a late evening after both of your practices. you had stayed in the practice rooms late into the day and Sakusa had managed to keep the team practice running a bit later so when the two of you saw each other in the hallway, you gave Sakusa a friendly smile and a wave.

Sakusa felt himself pause in place as you kept walking in the same direction. he knew both of you had to catch the last train but he had never realized how weirdly attracted he was to you. the way you smiled at whatever you were looking at made his heart stop and as you both walked to the station, you were on the phone with someone and speaking your native language which made him stare at you in admiration.

the train was nearly empty as the two of you sat towards the front of the train. you were sitting front side seats as Sakusa sat himself on the front row, a bit close to you but not enough to where you felt weird or uncomfortable with him.

you had taken out your hand sanitizer as you applied a few drops on your hand. Sakusa knew that if he ever wanted to make the slightest move to talk to you, this was his chance. he quickly took off his gloves and looked at you.

“could I have some?” he asked from behind his mask. you stared at him in confusion before thinking deeply. Sakusa sighed knowing why you had yet to respond. your Japanese was still rough and you probably got confused. he pointed to the hand sanitizer before pointing back at himself, “oh! of course!” you said a bit too loudly.

you gave him the hand sanitizer as he quickly put some on. he could tell you felt a bit embarrassed bc you didn’t get what he first told you. once he gave back the hand sanitizer, he took his phone out and pulled out good ole’ reliable. google translate.

he quickly typed his name and a small introduction to translate in your native language and showed you his phone. you smiled and took your phone out, quickly replying to him. the conversation for the entirety of the train ride remained that way as a few of the other passengers could hear your giggles and his low chuckles.

as you saw that your stop was coming, you quickly typed out another message, “I’ll see you tomorrow morning?” you asked. Sakusa nodded before replying, “I’ll save you a seat on the train.” you smiled before waving him off and running out of the train.

bokuto kotarou:

fukurodani was murmuring with the gossip of the new foreign exchange student coming. their orchestra club had acquired a second year foreign exchange student to be their first chair and ever since the news broke, the student body had yet to stop talking about it.

akaashi happened to be the lucky one considering the student was in his class. you were fairly shy and had a hard time expressing yourself to the class since your Japanese was very limited. they had gotten Akaashi to help you out with your Japanese and although he really didn’t want to do it, Bokuto was all about it.

bokuto had saw you walking out of class with akaashi as you were trying to say something in Japanese but continuously kept struggling to say the sentence. bokuto on the other hand couldn’t read the room and ran over to his best friend and yourself and immediately started talking your ear off.

you stood looking at bokuto in confusion as akaashi tried to stop him from talking. it got to the point where you were so confused on everything he was saying that it overwhelmed you and you stuttered out an excuse that you were late to practice and you ran off in the other direction.

akaashi sighed at his flamboyant best friend before explaining that you still weren’t comfortable with people speaking rapid Japanese and that was why he was with you all the time. bokuto was confused but listened intently. he still had no idea why you still ran away from him but he didn’t bother to ask akaashi the question.

after your practice, you met akaashi outside of the gym as you were giving your parents a quick call to tell them that you were okay and that you would be home as soon as your tutoring lessons finished. bokuto had overheard your conversation and blushed at you talking. he had never heard such a beautiful voice before and frankly, he wanted to continue hearing it.

you were sitting outside of the practice gym, the small patch of grass had a bench as akaashi was teaching you the basics of japanese. formal greetings and the alphabet. he was as patient as ever with you considering he dealt with bokuto on a day to day basis. every time you got something right, he congratulated you.

once the lesson finished and you went back to the practice room to get in a few more minutes of practice before the last train was scheduled to leave. bokuto had stayed back himself so he could practice on his own so when he saw you trying to carry not only your violin but your backpack to the bus stop.

he quickly walked over to you and tried to slow down his talking to say if he could help you with your things. you stared at him before kind of comprehending what he told you and smiled. he quickly took your violin case and held it with ease. you gave him another bright smile that made his heart double over in excitement.

“you like volleyball?” you asked a bit shyly. bokuto smiled largely before nodding. he struggled to tell you what next before sighing, “would you like to see a game?” bokuto could tell you didn’t understand what he was saying before sighing again, this time, annoyed at himself. bokuto had asked akaashi earlier what language you spoke before pulling up a translator and typing down his question again.

you read it and immediately perked up before agreeing. bokuto felt his heart swell as he saw your bus come into view. you put your phone number down on his phone as he offered to help you put your things on the bus. bokuto knew as soon as he got home, he was going to book it to the nearest library to find a ‘how-to-speak’ beginners book.

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 4 years

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Yandere prompt 21 with Kakyoin please?

Welp I just want to say before we start that the Yakuza scam that is mentioned is actually a true story that my Japanese teacher told the class about as a warning about all of the corruption that happens in Tokyo.

Anyway here's the fic

Foreign treasure

(Yandere Kakyoin X Female Reader)

Kakyoin couldn't help but stare at the new exchange student, her name was (Y/n) (L/n). He couldn't help but lose focus in his classes as he looked at her. Her soft (h/c) hair, her stunning (E/C) eyes that gleamed in the sun like jewels. She truely was a foreign treasure.

He wanted her to know he existed but was to shy to even give direct eye contact, little more actually speak to her.

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"That'll be 1500 yen" the shop clerk said. Kakyoin looked through his wallet and picked out the notes and coins in his hand. 1155 yen, it wasn't enough to pay for his lunch and drink. He felt embarrassed and he didn't know what to say until a hand grazed against his as they placed a 1000 yen note in his hand.

"You can keep the change" a familiar soft voice said. He looked to his side to see the familiar (h/c)ed female, giving him a smile that was possibly sweeter then any candy.

"Uh... O, thanks" he stuttered in embarrassment.

"No problem, sorry if I scared you" she said as her smile grew.

"No you didn't" he said as he handed the clerk the money and grabbed the plastic bag.

"Your name's Kakyoin, right?" She asked him.

"Y... Yes" he stuttered.

"Well I'm (Y/n)" she said as she took his hand and shook it.

His heart skipped a beat as he felt her holding his hand and the butterflies grew in his stomach.

"Everytime I've seen that you've always been alone, what's up with that?" She asked as they both walked out.

"I just think that it's more important to study then socialise" he lied.

"Oh, I just thought you might've of been lonely..." You sighed.

"Thou that's nothing to be ashamed of, back in my country I'm pretty lonely at school" she said to him.

"It's so much nicer here. Everything's cleaner, the streets the houses, even the people" she said.

"Oh I'm sorry... I must rambling" she apologized.

"No, no it's perfectly fine, I enjoy listening to y- people" he said avoiding to say you to not sound creepy but it was the truth, he did enjoy listening to you. On many occasions he had used his stand to possess others just so he could hear her voice. He had even used a possessed to stalk you, but to his misfortune she had caught him and ran off too quickly for him to follow.

"What are you listening to?" He asked as he saw her headphones that were plugged into a cassette player, he could hear the tune ever so faintly.

"Oh... I'm not sure if you know him... Then again you Japanese sure do have a love of western music" she replied.

"Even if I don't I'm sure he's great"

"Well if you must know... I'm listening to Sting" she said. His eyes light up with suprise.

"You like Sting, He's my favourite musician" he said, trying so desperately to his his joy. Him and her were so much alike, he just knew that she had to have some feeling for him.

Over the weeks he seemed so much brighter, every week day he jumped out of bed excited to see you once more but one day you had to leave, this was only a exchange program. You had to go back.

"(Y/n) I just wanted to give you something before you go!" He yelled as he tried to catch up to catch up to her as he held an envelope in his hand.

"Yes?" She asked as she stopped.

"Here" he said as he put the envelope in her hand.

"Don't open it now, but please reply when you get back" he asked her.

"Of course" she said.

But she never did...

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Several years had passed and the year was 1996 and the world was a different place, especially after the crusaders back in 85. They had all gone their separate ways. Polnareff had gone back to France, Joseph had gone back to America, Jotaro had left Japan shortly after graduating and was now a marine biologist as well as a husband and father.

And Kakyoin... He had decided that he would just stay in Japan and live a normal, quiet life. He had a office job in the heart of Tokyo, occasionally doing a bit of painting but over all the years he never forgot about the (h/C) haired female, he still had some delusional hope that he may one day get a response. He still remembered what he had written. A confession, a declaration and a promise of love for her.

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It was like every Tuesday night. He was heading back to his apartment through a park when he saw two small children, a boy and girl around 5 and 7 playing around, he could tell they were foreigners.

One accidentally bumped into him and apologized before a woman ran towards them.

"I'm so sorry about that sir" a familiar voice said.

He felt the butterflies that had once been in his stomach as he saw her.

"(Y/n)..." Was all that came out of his mouth. The lady looked into his eyes. God he didn't think she could have gotten anymore beautiful but he had been proven wrong, she had aged so well.

"Kakyoin..." She softly replied before hugging him.

"God Kakyoin, it sure is a small world we live in" she said.

"Mommy who's this" the little girl asked. He felt his insides twist as he heard her say Mommy, had you really just forgotten him and just gotten with someone else.

"Oh he's a friend I made while I studied here years ago" she explained.

"Could you guys go on the play over there, I want to talk with with Kakyoin, if that's ok with you?" She said as she sat down on the small garden wall.

"Yes that's ok, I don't have any plans" he said as he sat next to her. The two children the ran around the park but always kept in her view.

"Wow I really can't believe you became a mother, where's the lucky man?" he sighed, he was truly horrified by this discovery.

"It's a long story" she sighed.

"I don't mind a long story" he said pulling a slightly amused voice in attempt to cheer you up.

"Well Paige and Matthew are actually my niece and nephew but their parents were involved in a horrific car crash, their father died instantly and their mother wasn't recovering in hospital. She knew that she wasn't going to make it... A few hours later she passed away as well, she told me she only wanted me to adopt them before she did, so for her dying wish I did, I've never been able to land a guy since then because let's be honest who wants to hustle with a single mom" she said before letting out a chuckle at the end. Relief washed over him, she hadn't settled down. He still had hope.

She look at the time before telling him she needed to get the kids back to her friend's house that she was staying at before giving him her number.

"If your free maybe I could take you to a bar on Friday? I just really want some more time to catch up" he said.

"Sure, I think that could work, I could have the kids stay home with Natsuko and her kids" she replied.

"Then it's settled"

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"Is this the place?" she asked.

"Yes" he replied as he brought her into the small bar, it wasn't much and it didn't have a lot of patrons either but that's what he liked about it. She took a seat before waving the bartender over.

"Could I please order a long island iced tea?" She asked which the bartender nodded.

"That's pretty strong..." He remarked as he sat next to her.

"Yeah, but it's nice" she replied.

"And I'd like a Cherry buzz" he said.

"Cherry buzz? I've never heard of a cocktail like that" she said.

"Yeah it's one of this bars signature drinks. Cherry brandy, milk, and a shot of coffee. I know it's not the manliest of drinks but I enjoy it" he explained.

"So tell me what you done with your life besides becoming an instant mother?" He asked her before the bartender handed them their drinks.

"Well prior to being a mom wasn't much, I had boring job as a waitress but awhile after adopting Paige and Matthew I decided to become a children's book writer and illustrator. That's actually one of the reasons I came back to Japan, to get some inspiration for a new book and also to show the kids how great this place is" she explained before taking a sip.

"Wow that great to hear" he said.

"But I will warn you that Tokyo is very different to the rest of Japan, the Yakuza have their firm grip over it and target foreigners often, even I got scammed by them once" he continued.

"Really how?"

"It's kind of embarrassing, shortly after moving into Tokyo I went to a bar to get something to drink, a few ladies asked if they could sit by me and I said yes... Turns out the bar was linked to a nearby brothel and they were prostitutes... I hadn't done anything with them but the bar charged me an absurd amount for them because I'd had a few conversations with them. They wouldn't let me leave until I paid up" he explained before sipping his drink.

"Wow it's pretty scary how easily it can happen" she replied.

"Yeah" he lightly chuckled.

"Hey could I ask you something?" She asked.

"Sure, go ahead"

"What happened to you eyes?"

"oh just some unfriendly locals in Egypt"

The night went on and on and on, she kept saying she'd stop drinking but Kakyoin would insist here to have another one and told her he'd pay until she was buzzed up enough.

He sighed as he could feel her arms wrap around him, her mobility wasn't the best and she was nearly staggering. He completely relished in the fact that he was the one she was relying on.

"(Y/n) I'll take you home, it's to dangerous for you to walk by yourself" he cooed as he tangled his fingers in her soft locks while walking her through the city until she spoke up.

"We were supposed to make a left turn..." She muttered, a sliver of worry in her voice.

"I'm taking you back to mine, I'm sure Natsuko will understand that you just got a little bit too drunk" he said.

Despite the seeming kind act that Kakyoin was displaying she couldn't help but have that gut feeling telling her something was up.

"No no, I want to go back to her's please I know it's a little extra to walk but I'd just feel a bit safer there" she said but he ignored her and continued to follow his intended path until she began to struggle.

He quickly used his stand to control her. Her body pressed against his own as he finally got into his apartment. She muttered loving nothing to him and told him how much she loved him, but just using his stand to make her say it wasn't enough... He wanted her to say them honestly to him.

He lauded her on the small couch before locking the door. Then he released her from his possession.

She looked at him in fear as she realised what happened.

"Y...you, what did you do to me?" She stuttered.

"I knew you would try to run at some stage if I didn't, you should have no reason to be afraid of me but you seem to believe there is" he said as he approached the female who stood up. As he tried to embrace her she pushed him away.

"Leave me alone!" She screamed.

"(Y/n) calm down your drunkenness is effecting your mind" he explained as he tried to approach her again but I was becoming a repeating cycle of being pushed away. Eventually he grew sick and tired of this stupid game of back and forward.

Her body stiffened and moved unnaturally, like she was struggling against restraints. She couldn't see the cause but he could.

"Why?! Why are you-?!" She yelled before another of limb of his stand covered her mouth.

"(Y/n) I missed you so much after you left... I've been waiting for all these years hoping you would reply to my letter, I can't bare the thought of you leaving me again" he said.

"All I want is you, all I've ever wanted was you... I just want you to never leave me, I don't care about the fact that your a mother... I just want you to stay with me forever" he explained, almost as if he was on the verge of tears but his face did not reflect that sadness in his voice, the blank piercing gaze on his face showed the twisted emotion that he believed was love.

#yandere x reader #yandere jjba #yandere #kakyoin x reader #kakyoin noriko #kakyoin #spacy works

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