R3linx - 𓂃𓈒𓍼ོ𓂃𓈒

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

╰┈➤ characters...•`K. HAJIME, H. RAN, H. RINDOU, K. IZANA´•.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 2; ᴘᴀʀᴛ. 1

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS...no one's perfect, neither them, so here's their issues in your loving relationship. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT...1,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... tw! disturbing content, gender neutral reader, obsession, manipulation, emotional dependence, overprotection, toxic relationship ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER...reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇭​​🇦​​🇯​​🇮​​🇲​​🇪​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｗｏｒｓｈｉｐ '

‘they treat their love interest like a god, not caring how they are treated in return. they act like someone who, and actually might, owe their love interest their life. they don’t care if their love interest loves them back or not. these yanderes will kill for their love interest and hurt those who think badly of their love interest.’

with furrowed eyebrows, you watch the scene unfold in front of you. the realization hits you, eyes now wide with horror. you feel your heart drop, legs frozen in place as someone takes action.

“you little!..” she hissed, slowly touching the edge of her mouth with her fingertips, feeling the hot fluid. the girl still on the floor, slightly trembling from fear, stood in front of her him. frustrated expression sitting on his face, hajime gets hold down by another pair of arms, forcing his bloody fists behind his back.

“fucking bitch..” the always calming and charming voice of his, now filled with venom, eyes full of bitterness. “we’re not done with this, if i ever hear… her name from your filthy mouth..”

“okay.. that’s enough, kokonoi..” the classmate shushed him, hajime with the rest of his strength, pulled his arms out of the person's grasp. lips still in frown, glancing towards you and starts taking steps in your direction.

by now your legs have taken root, his whole standing in front of you, blood still dripping on his palms, he embraces you in a tight hug, which only just grows stronger and stronger, face leaned over in the safety of your neck, his black locks tickling it. hajime exhaled a shaky breath, pressing a sloppy kiss to your warm skin. you still stood in one place, arms let loose next to you, not returning his embrace but he couldn’t care less. he had to defend you, no one else stood up, someone had to stop those people who dare to trash his one. everyone but you deserve this kind of treatment, the thread has already snapped when your name rolled down from someone’s tongue in the company of a few nasty insinuations. in hajime’s world you were the light, it was his job to protect you from everyone else. there would be no line he would be afraid to cross when it comes to you. it creeped you out. the way he changes his mood by just mentioning you or seeing you pass on hallways made all of your hair on your back stand up. don’t get me wrong, you had nothing against it, his kindness towards you melted your heart. but this kindness only towards you, was the reason you tried avoid conversations with him or just purely being in his company. unfortunately for you, he was just like glue. so yeah… good luck in the future!

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇦​​🇳​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'ｒｅｓｔｒａｉｎｔｓ'

‘they will directly lock up the love interest, tie up or even kidnap and drug their love interest to keep them around and compliant. restraints type yandere characters don’t tie up their love interest for reasons of domination/submission. rather, they want their love interest to never wander from their side. many will even tie their love interest to themselves.’

you fluttered your eyes open with agonizing pain spreading throughout your body, resting on the cold floor, forced in a sitting position. lights flickering in the place, your vision still fuzzy, a pair of black boots stepped into your sight. head banging while you felt something warm run down on your forehead, you tried to open your eyes more to at least get a glimpse of what’s happening.

you woke up fully when you realized that you’re struggling against those restrains tied around your wrists out of reflex. then you finally got to identify the person in front of you.

“you up, princess?” the smoothness of his voice sent goosebumps all over your body, almost in a bad way. you gulped deeply, mouth opened to form some kind of sentence but only shaky breaths could be heard. ran tilted his head in a questioning manner, grinning by now. “what? cat got your tongue?” a malicious snort fell from his lips. “okay.. since it’s that hard to guess… i might just give ya a little hint…”

the older haitani crouched down to your eyes level, his tone remained the same but something got added to his gaze with which he examined all your actions with full attention. “i was kind.. i was so.. kind… i tried not to resort to this, but you simply gave me no choice.” the taller male’s thumb grazed your features, you felt something smudge on your head, then he brought his digits back close to himself, smile faded when he saw your dark red and dried blood dirtying his hands. in the company of a scoff, he wiped it down on your ragged shirt, all this as he glared his eyes strongly on you.

your legs was the only limb he agreed free, instincts kicking in ready to raise to attack —unfortunately for you, he saw through your little thinking and your ankles got hold together by his grip— “you truly upset me, girl…” he raised up from his position, ran pushed his hips slightly forward, carefully placing his hands on his sides, watching over you with despise. “hope this lesson sticks in your head…”

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇷​​🇮​​🇳​​🇩​​🇴​​🇺​. 𓆩❤︎𓆪

'’ｒｅｖｅｒｓｅ’ ｌｏｎｅｌｉｎｅｓｓ ｉｎｄｕｃｔｉｏｎ '

‘they can also provoke the love interest to be the one people don’t want to approach, rather than the other way around. they will be the ones responsible of the people around the love interest starting to fear or be disgusted by the love interest, spreading rumors or false evidence that make the love interest look horrible so no one else will want to be around them, not even family and friends, leaving the yandere to be the only person the love interest can rely on and feel accepted and loved by. by doing this, the people close to the love interest will eventually disappear from their lives by their own volition, and the only one around to show their “understanding” and “compassion” to the love interest will be the yandere, without anyone else getting in the way.’

“she’s here..”

“is that her?..” they’re loud.

“she’s the girl who—..” they’re too loud. you finally cover your ears up with your shaky hands, legs now in hurry towards the entrance. eyes fixated on the ground, sweat rushing down on your forehead.

“they’re at it again?” a voice questioned, mockery evident in their tone. you shot up you’re head, accidentally staring right into his piercing orbs. he didn’t break the eye contact, stood his ground. a half smile rolling up to his face.

you swallow deeply, failing to give answer and with slower steps this time, carrying-on the mourning on your way. his hand snaked up to your left shoulder, squeezing it firmly.

“you… why are you always here for me?.. " his mouth parted, eyes widened a little, clearing his throat before answering the question. “how come the gossips not scared you off?..” your tone fading down word by word.

“let’s not bother talking about that.. focus on me. me, the only one left for you..”

he didn’t have the control over you? oh he must have it over other people. since, who would want to hang out with someone like you? someone, who steals, who always spread bad things about other, who is allegedly two-faced? no one. no one but him. haitani rindou. yes, he is the only person remained in your orbit. the desperate clinging to others only scared them off even more. why bother trying?

there was no room for guilt and remorse, just focusing on the goal. they left. they finally left. and he succeeded, even with muddy hands in the end. you were the goal.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ ​🇮​​🇿​​🇦​​🇳​​🇦​ 𓆩❤︎𓆪

' ｄｅｌｕｓｉｏｎ '

‘the shock trope delusion yandere will create a false happy life with their loved one in their mind despite the real absence of the love interest in it or bad conditions around them. they will imagine and truly believe that they are in a close relationship with their love interest, sometimes even in their ideal home and a family life of their own. the yandere would be the only character to believe in this fictional reality without knowing the real sad truth.’

“and what do you know about her?” a taller male questioned, while walking forward with slow steps.

“so much more than anyone else…” he answers, peeking out under his white locks.

“you say that she’s head over heels for you, does she even know y—”

“yes.” a simple grumble falls from his lips, fearing if he looks to the person next to him, his hand would not stop ‘till guy’s beat to pulp.

“you’re crazy..” a whisper hit izana’s ear, he rewarded it by picking up his pace, leaving his company behind, shocked. they didn’t know you. izana was the one, the only one who knew who you were deep down. -obviously, when he was your boyfriend. in fast steps, izana passed by you, shoulder lightly brushing against yours. he had to hold himself back from outright attack you with his embrace, instead, he sent a small smile in your direction.

‘you saw him again, who was he? he must know me..’ these thoughts filled your head once again, it’s been like this… for a while now. out from pure curiosity, your head snapped around, fingers snaking around his biceps, stopping izana in his steps.

his orchid eyes burned a hole into your arm, as he watched intensely your hold on his arm. then those cold eyes traveled up to your face, seeing your eyebrows furrow, the edge of his mouth twitched into a smirk.

“who… are you?”

“darling…” the words were muttered, his head slightly angled downwards even though his eyes stared into yours, without an ounce of hesitation to turn away. “your boyfriend… don’t you recognize me?…”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

╰┈➤ characters... .•`HAITANI RAN´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS...beautiful and silky haired ran after some nudging, bit the nail and let you do his hair. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 0,6k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... sfw, fluff, early timeline!ran; boyfriend!ran, gender neutral reader ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

a/n: i’ve always wanted to braid ran’s hair in his younger self. so i wrote something with. xoxo•ᴗ•

"babe.. are you done--"

"shut up, ran.” your cheeks formed into a pout for a brief moment and you licked your lips as a sign of concentration. fingers tangled into his lock, straightening his tousled hair. it was silky, smooth and. kind to the touch. you took up more and more time, and since your boyfriend is knowingly a low maintenance it was easy to shutter his eyes close at any second. and that didn’t help either how gently you massaged his scalp.

silence. his head slightly slumped forward. ran could never resist your caresses and wouldn’t want to either. it was 9:04 pm. his tiredness swallowed him whole, even this early in the night but you were uninterested. he promised. he sworn, that one time or another you’re allowed to braid his hair.

“ran.” quiet. “sweetheart, you’re up?” he was in fact not up. the boy you called out for was in complete slumber. you let go of his hair and moved your hands to the nape of his neck. nails digging into his flesh, pinching him.

a low grunt. “… why'd you do that for?…” you hear ran's groggy voice call out.

“sit still.” you hummed. “the two parts won’t be equal if your head is not straight…” an exhale in response from the man. you bit back a chuckle.

“‘m cold…” he whined. "why not just hugging me instead?.." you stopped with your work, still holding his strands. then a random voice told you: just pull on it. and you did.

“ow!—” he yelped as you yanked his hair from behind. ‘damn. i shouldn’t have done that, have i?’ and you were right. he snapped his head backwards too look at you. sharp violet orbs piercing into your soul like daggers. then his eyes moved up on your arm, seeing you grip into his blonde-black hair.

your blood ran cold. a deep gulp and you finally managed to stutter out an apology. "..ran.. sorry--"

the ice-cold expression melting away, he snarled. "sweets.." your hands fell to your side. he turned his torso towards you, sitting on the edge of your bed. you fell backwards from the kneeling position behind him, laying your body weight on your thighs, now sitting on them. you know you can't play your ways with him but sometimes you just couldn't care less. note to yourself: you should care.

your instincts told you you probably need to make as much space between you two as humanly possible before he just scoops up your body. unfortunately for you, it happened before you could've take action.

grabbing your shoulder, pushing into the soft cushions. black locks tickling the soft skin of yours. face to face, while he was pinning you down. "if you want to run away, act faster than you think... just a friendly reminder." you already tried that. never worked, and he knew that. grin wider than it should be, he descended next to you on the sheets. his hair still not done, but considering the events of this night, you might just let it be like that.

"you're just something else.. being brave enough to do this, huh.." you flinched at his words. ran spooned you up from behind, hands dropped over your delicate hips, warm and gentle breath hugging around your neck. "hey.. i'm not angry." damn it. you thought you can hide how shocked and maybe even scared you were by the way he suddenly changed mood at you. you nodded, letting out the remaining breath from your lungs, pulling yourself together. the hand that had draped over your side, started rubbing sweet circles into the skin of your tummy, eventually stopping after he drifted to sleep but not before pressing a few smooches to your back and murmuring a good night.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

╰┈➤ characters...•`MATSUNO CHIFUYU´•.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ SYNOPSIS... sad and tired chifuyu needs some comfort, you're more than happy to provide him that. ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WORDCOUNT... 0,7k ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ WARNINGS... sfw, fluff, final timeline!chifuyu, boyfriend!chifuyu, comforting, slight angst, female reader, mentions of female bodyparts (tits) ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ OTHER... reblogs, likes and requests are appreciated!

one thing this boy’s obsessed with is your chest. literally doesn’t give a fuck if your breasts are loaded or not. the softness of your skin always makes up for it. laying on it would be literal heaven, -according to him-. to say that your boyfriend always had surprise for you, wasn’t an understatement. licking, biting, -not always in a sexual way- and scratching, just like a cat; so a sad and quiet chifuyu wasn’t a sight that you often saw, and-or was pleased to see.

he was the energetic piece to your life what you always craved. still, on long days like this, he didn’t want anything more than just slump down on your body, distract everything and only focusing on you.

the door clicked, then after a few seconds, it closed shut with a loud bang which echoed through the house. shoes abandoned somewhere close to the entrance, dragging himself and with the remaining strength, chifuyu threw himself on the couch. not bothering with a ‘hi’ or ‘hey love’ or anything like that, just sitting in complete silence, zoning out.

at this point, you wondered if he even noticed your presence next to him or did he completely blank out? in the house’s complete darkness, only the television’s dim light provided brightness. the boy’s soft features was highlighted at one moment, then it wasn’t in the next. the turquoise orbs, which on other days overflowed from joy, now lacked it. eyes staring at one point, without blinking, eyelids just barely open. dark bags were a blot on the landscape.

his delicate lips covering each other, pressed in a thin line, what once was warm rosy and glossy, now chapped and cracked. slightly trembling from lack of sleep and from so much fatigue. -you were practically burning holes into his face, staring at him. still didn’t notice you..-

black bangs sticking into his eyes time to time. -he just lets them hang there.- the ends shining from sweat. his hair is almost covering all of his face; he stares through them.

“—fuyu.”

“chifuyu!..”

“matsuno chifuyu!” you shook his shoulder with more firmness.

“m?” he hums effortlessly. only his eyes moving to look at you. his body leaning forward, elbows on his knees while his legs are apart. you found yourself inching closer to him. sitting on your thighs, you drop your left arm over his shoulder, your palm covering his ear and guiding his head towards your chest.

he sighs. “i appreciate you, but-”

“shush.” leaning in front of him, you make him swallow back his words. “loosen up.” he’s not in the mood for this, you feel it. trying to comfort him when he’s against it not the easiest job. you can’t help the way your body stiffens at feeling his muscles now against you. hope dies last so you don’t back down, you wait for him, to fold his tense arms over your back, returning the hug.

he finally does after what seemed like an eternity. “y/n…”

“i know it’s hard… but it wouldn’t kill you to lean on me, am i wrong?” you let a bittersweet smile slide up to your face.

chifuyu’s neutral looking features finally moved. his eyes getting bigger in awe.

“h-huh?” he stutters.

“s’not like you’re good at hiding it that something’s up.” fingertips slipping between his locks, fidgeting, curling, playing with the ends of his hair. his eyebrows furrows. how could he be so weak that you saw through him? after his fairly stressful day, this was cherry on top.

a few minutes of self-chewing and blaming, through the soft fabric of the shirt, you felt sharp nails dig into the skin of your hips.

“…fuyu… don’t beat yourself up because of something stupid like this..” your boyfriend curls into himself to make sure every part of him is in your warmth. smushing his face into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent. “you don’t have to tell me if it’s something you don't want, but know that you always can rely on me..” a faint chuckle leaves your throat. your thumb sneaking under his chin, angling upwards, for you to see the usual joy in his eyes which had you smiling too.

this was all it took for you, to get back the chifuyu matsuno you knew. he pressed his mouth to yours in a soft manner, gentle and sensational. then his head found its way back to the place he so much loves: your chest.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

i cant believe they added domain expansion to valorant

POV: You're getting res'd by your top fragging Sage

HSR fan art