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{4} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader
Yandere AU & Dragon AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Jongho)
Words: 4,905
Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: I know I keep saying this, but I’m super excited for you all to see what I have planned for this series. There’s a bit more plot drops in this chapter, and mentions of things still yet to come, so I really hope you like it! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
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{5} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader
Yandere AU & Dragon AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Ateez X Reader
Words: 2,515
Warnings: This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Short update for you guys, but I feel like it sets up the next chapter nicely!! Finally, we’ll be able to soon see the progression of some of the relationships OC will have with a few of the guys! I’m super excited, so I hope you’ll all look forward to it, too!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
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{6} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader
Yandere AU & Dragon AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Ateez X Reader
Words: 8,054
Warnings: Blood mentioned. Threats. Depictions of a panic attack near the end. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Here it is!! The next part which turned out much longer than I anticipated!! I’m super happy with how it turned out, and where I ended it, so I really hop you like it, too!! We’ve got some relationships progressing this chapter, so yay!! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
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To Tempt Fate - Yandere!Trickster Deities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Trickster AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on ??? to start hehehe)
Words: 2,246
Warnings: Implied drugging and kidnapping. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Surprise!!! Here’s to the start of yet another series that I hope you’ll all enjoy!! This one is going to be a bit darker than the other ones in terms of content, but it draws a bit of inspiration from The Hunger Games, and survival horror game in general. I’m really excited for this series since I have quite a bt planned for it, but I’m not sure how updates for it will look. It might just be a short side project I work on every now and then between chapter of Morning Mist and book two of HC, but I shall see! Also, if you have any predictions or theories I’d love to hear them!! Can you guess who is who yet based on the eyes? 👀 Anyways, as always, feedback is greatly appreciated!! I hope you enjoy!!~
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Paradise Gardens - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Book Two to Hotel California
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Seonghwa, San, & Hongjoong)
Words: 7,205
Warnings: Car accident, mentions of past trauma. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Here it is! The moment you’ve all been patiently waiting for and greatly anticipating!! I know the chapter is a little shorter than the usual ones, but I feel it sets the tone for the series nicely, and frames the coming parts well. I’m super excited to show you all what I have planned, and to really dive back into the world of HC and everyone’s favourite Demon Boys hehehe As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Welcome to the Paradise Gardens~
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Yearning - Yandere!Phoenix!Mingi
Yandere AU & Phoenix AU - First Person POV
Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue
Pairing: Mingi X Implied Chubby!Reader
Words: 1,710
Warnings: Implied stalking, and dirty thoughts. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Felt like getting this out tonight, so I hope you all like it!! Again, I feel like these are tamer than what I originally had in mind, but some of them are going in a different direction than I though. Hehehe, I don't know, I still like them! Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
The Fourth of The Feral Drabbles
You’re a strange one, aren’t you? You don’t let anyone get close to you, do you? At least, not really.
I’ve seen the way you shy away from their touches. It’s like you know that they don’t deserve you, just as I do. Only I should get to caress your delicate skin. Only I should get to touch you. Your body is a canvas meant to be painted by me, and me alone.
You know that already, don’t you?
You’ve seen me watching you. I know you have. I’m much more in tune to your reactions than you think, especially when heat is involved.
Perhaps that’s just the way I’ve always been. Or maybe, perhaps, that’s just the effect you have on me. Either way, I always make sure to watch you carefully. I want to know your every reaction to everything, so I can replicate the good ones as desired. I want you to see me in a good light all of the time. There’s no room for error. Not when you are involved.
I can never help myself when it comes to you. I always want to know where you are, and who you’re with. I long to know what you’re doing, and especially how you’re feeling at all times. It drives me crazy not being able to be by your side at all hours of the day. Watching you isn’t enough, I need to be with you, and I want you to need me, too.
You’re guarded, that much I can tell. I mean, you certainly live up to your nickname of Ice Princess, wouldn’t you say? You hardly give anyone the time of day. It’s as if no one is worth your time.
Good. They don’t deserve you, anyways. At least you know how much value your life has, and how important you are.
I wouldn’t expect anything less from my twin flame.
I want you to know, that I am worthy. I will make myself worthy.
I have a theory: you don’t give anyone the time of day because the treat you like a princess.
It’s the princess part, isn’t it? You long to be treated like the Queen you are, don’t you?
You don’t have to worry much longer, My Queen, a fitting King is on his way.
You know, my kind… we mate for life. We’re extremely territorial and possessive of our mates, especially once we’ve imprinted. You’re lucky I haven’t had a chance to court you yet, otherwise those friends of yours… well, let’s just say ‘burnt to a crisp’ would be putting it lightly.
They don’t care for you. I’ve seen the jealousy in their eyes when you turn away from them. They always want what you have, and they hate how effortlessly it comes to you. You’re too smart for them. Too beautiful. Too desirable.
I must admit, taking out my competition lately has been a bit difficult, but I’ve made tremendous progress this past month alone. You’re even acknowledging me on your own, and going out of your way to start conversations with me! I knew playing it cool would work - that seems to be the type of people you’re drawn to. None of this loud and boisterous displays of passion some people attempt to smother you in.
I have to admit, though, there are times where I wish I could scream my love for you from the rooftops. I want everybody to know how much you mean to me, and to be jealous that only I can have you, and only you can have me.
I’m not blind, I see the way your friends look at me when you all walk passed. I hear them whisper as their heated stares lock onto my figure. I know I’m desirable, too.
The only one I care about, though, is you.
Oh, how I revel in your gaze when I feel you looking at me. Honestly, it’s embarrassing how much I preen myself just for you. I’ll admit, my posture has never been the greatest, until I met you.
It’s almost comical how obvious I can be; my friend tease me about it all the time. My kind, we’re not subtle in our ways, but either you don’t notice, or you choose not to.
Perhaps you don’t want to believe I could ever fall for someone like you…
Is this why you don’t let anyone get close to you? Because you’re afraid of getting hurt?
Well, My Little Dove, you don’t have to be afraid any longer. I will never hurt you, because I will never leave you. I only want you, and I will only ever want you.
Do you want to know the dangers of my love for you? It’s a little thrilling, isn’t it? To know that there’s always risks when it comes to love. At least, I find it amusing, and once you feel the same as I do, I know you will, too.
See, my kind, as I said before, we mate for life. But, not just this life.
Every life.
Our love is reborn through the ashes with each incarnation. No matter how far apart we are, or who we are, we will always find each other. That’s what it means to love a Phoenix.
Once an imprint, always an imprint. Nothing can change that.
My heart is yours. It burns for you. It yearns for your cold touch to quell the flames that have long since kindled the fires of my passion for you. I am devoted to you in every way imaginable. You just don’t know it, yet.
I desire you, My Dove. I have desired you from the very first moment I heard you utter my name. Never has it sounded so pure, so perfect falling from any other’s lips but your own. It was meant to be yours. I was made to be yours, and you were always meant to be mine.
Fuck, I want to know what my name sounds like falling from your lips after I’ve kissed you breathless. I want to wrap you in my embrace and ignite that same spark of desire in you that has always burned within me for you. I want to feel you gripping at my hair, pulling me in closer to you as you cling to my body as I light the fires of my passion upon your own.
Fucking tug on my roots as you pull me back into your core for more. I want to feel you dripping down my chin, suffocating me with your luscious thighs as I get lost in your pussy for hours. Let me make a beautiful mess of your cunt, lick it clean, and then do it all over again, and again, and again.
I want you to moan for me, like I’m your one and only salvation, and you’ll find rapture in my every touch. I want our breaths to become one, never knowing where one ends and the other begins. I want to taste you until I become drunk on everything you have to offer, and then I want to drown you in an ecstasy so deep you’ll never want to come back up for air.
I want my touch to sear across every dip and curve of your skin, so that you feel my desires for you even when we’re apart. If you cannot feel my love for you by the time we’re done, I haven’t finished fulfilling my duties of your perfect lover. By the time I’m finished with you, my name will be the only thing on your lips, my body the only thing you can feel, and my devotion to you the only thing on your mind.
And your heart…
Your heart will be mine.
Long have I desired to burn my mark on your heart, just as I know you’ve already branded mine. I will accept no other. I cannot.
My greatest desire, though, is far tamer than any of this. Yet, it is probably the most significant. The most intricate and intimate of experiences I could offer you.
I want to show you my wings.
I want to show you my wings, and watch as that wondrous expression of yours lights up your face. I want to see you in awe of the colours, and the contrasting feathers which are quite plush and so delicate to the touch. I want to watch you reach out to feel them, but hesitate slightly, unsure of if you should or not, and then I want to smile and nod at you, encouraging you to fulfill your every desire.
And, oh, how encouraging I would be!
We don’t let just anybody touch our wings, you know. It’s a sacred practice, reserved for the most intimate of lovers.
That’s how much you mean to me. I want to share in that intimacy with you, and only you.
Fuck, and then once you’ve traced the contours of my wings and run your fingers through my feathers, I would make the sweetest love to you. I would hold you so fucking close, whispering how deeply my affection for you lies with every movement I make, my wings on full display as I bring us both to ecstasy together.
I can practically hear the way your voice calls out my name so desperately for me now…
Many nights have been spent playing out this fantasy, but I’m afraid it never fully captures the full effect of the moment. I know it’ll be even more special and intimate when the time comes, and I can only imagine how your delicate hands will feel gripping me, and stroking along my wings during the moment.
Just thinking about it now gets me so sensitive.
You truly have no idea what you do to me.
I just have to get closer to you. You’re starting to open up to me, I can feel it. I’m slowly but surely melting that cold exterior of yours. Or maybe, you’re just cooling me down to your level. We’ll be together soon. We have to be, or else I don’t know just what I might do.
I’ll be wrapping you in my embrace soon enough.
I’ll make sure you can handle the heat.
{12} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateex X Chubby!Reader
Yandere AU & Dragon AU
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst
Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa)
Words: 10,355
Warnings: Threats, mentions of bones being reset, some blood and injuries. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Finally, a chapter I have been waiting for to write!! lmaoo my apologies if the beginning is a little slow, but there’s some big reveals in this chapter that I really hope you’ll all enjoy. The next few chapters might have some more important truths in relevance to the plot, so I hope you all look forward to that! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~
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❝𝙔𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝘼 𝙎𝙊𝙉𝙂 𝙊𝙁 𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙎𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏❞
Headcanons
🔥 Yandere House Lannister Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere House Stark Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere House Targaryen/Viserys I, Aemma, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Jacaerys, Lucerys, Joffrey, Aegon III, Viserys II, Rhaena and Baela Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere House Velaryon/Corlys, Rhaenys, Laena, Laenor and Vaemond Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere House Hightower/Otto, Alicent, Aegon II, Helaena, Aemond and Daeron Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen Headcanons (General)
🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (General)
🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere Criston Cole and Harwin Strong Headcanons (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Aegon II/Aemond Targaryen Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
🔥 Yan!Aegon II, Yan!Helaena and Yan!Aemond w/Married!Baby!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Criston Cole w/Targaryen!Reader Headcanons (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra Targaryen w/Rhaenyra's Twin!Sister Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen/Alicent Hightower Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen/Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon Headcanons (Platonic)
🔥 Yan!Husband Maegor the Cruel/Six Wives Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower/Criston Cole Headcanons (Poly!Romantic)
Imagines
🔥 Valyrian Heritage | Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen, Yan!Dad Laenor Velaryon
Yandere Profile
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Reactions
🔥 Baby!Reader Autistic | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower
🔥 Baby!Reader is poisoned | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower
🔥 Baby!Reader lost an eye | Yan!House's Targaryen, Velaryon and Hightower
Love Letters
🔥 Yandere Aegon the Conqueror (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Tywin Lannister (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere Tywin Lannister w/Wife!Reader (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Daenerys Targaryen (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Oberyn Martell and Yandere Jamie Lannister (Romantic)
🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra Targaryen (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere Rhaenyra Targaryen (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Aemond Targaryen (Romantic)
🔥 Yan!Mom Rhaenyra w/Child!Who is involved with Yan!Alicent (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere Alicent Hightower w/Child! of Rhaenyra (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Criston Cole w/Targaryen!Reader (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Helaena Targaryen w/Male!Reader (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Aemond Targaryen w/Low Birth!Reader (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Daemon Targaryen (Romantic)
🔥 Yandere Cersei Lannister w/Male!Reader Lannister
🔥 Yandere Laenor Velaryon (Platonic)
🔥 Yandere Maegor the Cruel (Romantic)
Emoji Prompt
🔥 Yandere Daemon/Rhaenyra (Poly!Romantic) | 💝
Prompts
🔥 Yandere Visenya/Rhaenys Targaryen (Poly!Romantic) | 8, 20, 28
Kinktober 2023
🔥 day sixteen: wax play with Daenerys Targaryen
🔥 day twenty: lactation kink with Robb Stark
🔥 day twenty-four: temperature play with Daenerys Targaryen
Alternative Masterlists
🔥 Yandere House of the Dragon Masterlist
🔥 Yandere Game of Thrones Masterlist
polarity | 01 yandere!jungkook au
pairing: yandere!jungkook x reader {f}
genre: yandere
warnings: unhealthy behavior, toxic relationships, cheating, manipulation, mentions of mental health (mc has pretty bad social anxiety )
summary: Your best friend’s new boyfriend becomes infatuated with you..
Her glossy tinted lips stared back at her, raising her hand to touch up her last bit of makeup. Eunji was gorgeous , not like she needed much to make her stand out. But it wasn’t the good looks you admired about your friend, it was the oozing charisma she carried everywhere. Truly, you thought even if she wasn’t blessed with good looks, she’d still have every guy at her feet. Or anyone for that matter. It was just the aura she possessed. She pulled away from small mirror she had in her hand, raising an eyebrow towards you.
“You’re gonna love him.” She promised, and you shook your head. Eunji had said that about each one of her past boyfriends, but still each one didn’t manage to impress you much. For such a pretty girl, your friend seemed to love complete bums. A shame really.
“As long as you like him..” You trailed off, uncertainty clear in your tone. You two both sat at the corner of a small cafe that was located near your apartment complex, La Belle. The place was slow today, oddly enough but the silence was comforting enough for the both of you. You figured that was soon about to change since you weren’t the type to look forward to meeting strangers.
“Y/n I’m serious, I really like him. He’s perfect in every way.” Eunji insisted, leaning forward against the small table in between you two. “ Plus, he’s really hot.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling at your friend’s descriptions. As far as you knew, the guy came from a pretty wealthy background which already meant he wasn’t like the usual guys she went for. He was a bit older too, Eunji never specified his job , just that he worked in the same company as his father. You figured it must of been a family business.
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Wahhh !!! I was waiting for this 😌✨
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Gardening Club ⋆ part 7
(Disclaimer: i do not condone this behavior, nor think the idol acts like this in any way. this is purely fiction and for entertainment purposes only.)
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Pairing: yandere!yang jungwon x gender neutral!reader (ft. niki, jay and heeseung)
TW/Trigger warning: mentions of food and eating, toxic behavior, mentions and descriptions of a dead body (will be signalized).
Warning/notes: everyone's the same age for plot sake, jake taehyun beomgyu and soobin are mentioned, garden is mentioned too (<3), some cute moments, tiny bit of angst.
Author's note: i'm so late it's ridiculous. thank you so much to all the soldiers who kept up with my delays, it was a true challenge. special thanks to google translate on this one cause bro... this chapter was a journey. now we have a foot on the finale, i hope you guys enjoy this one and expect the last part as much as i do. thank you so much for reading, see you in the last part!~
Word count: 5,629
“Do you really have to go with them?” you asked, as you had been doing the whole week, except now you had a lump in your throat and the answer to your question. Ignoring the growing sting in your chest and holding your tears as long as you could, you managed not to cry for another minute. You didn’t want to cry, really didn’t. You even promised Jake you would smile and wave him goodbye to spare him the sadness of departing and provide a good last memory of you, but the more you observed his teary and clouded eyes, the closer you were to break the promise. You knew if you hugged him at that point, you’d seek comfort in his arms once again. And again, and again, and so many more times until he had to run out trying to avoid delays.
"Y/n, this is not the end of our friendship," Jake held your hands and caressed them carefully, as he’d always done to calm you down, sniffling when he met your red eyes again. “We’ll always be friends, and, as cheesy as it sounds, I’ll be forever in your and Niki’s hearts.”
“Don’t be silly.” You slapped him lightly on the shoulder and chuckled over a sniff, tears slowly streaming down your face as you blinked and averted your eyes to your joined hands. His giggles were never so soothing as in the occasion.
It was a sorrowful situation, saying goodbye to your childhood friend at the place where you first met, the back of the gymnasium, reminding you of all your memories together. From the moment you could barely open your lunchboxes without help, to the moment you exchanged notes and scribbles while preparing for an exam.
“I have to go now,” you look him in the eyes again, meeting his defeated expression, both of you finally accepting your separate paths. He leaned in for a last kiss on your forehead, and after giving you a light squeeze on your hand, he pulled away from you to approach Niki, who had witnessed everything with his head down, never breaking his silence. “Take care of them for me, will you?” the boy nodded, reciprocating the side hug he received after the confirmation.
You watched him leave through the gymnasium back doors and ran to it to wait until he opened the front door to send him a dramatic wave. You broke down sobbing and crying endlessly after he closed the doors, getting into a fetal position to hug your knees and hide from the icy wind that graced the cloudy day coming from outside. Niki’s trembling hands were soon caressing your shoulders in a consoling way.
“Do you want a hug?” he asked you in that same place, two years later, after watching your soft crying for a long time. You were met with his open arms when you turned to him and nodded while going to hug his waist. He became your best friend after Jake, gave you a shoulder to cry on, heard your every complaint about any issue going on in your life, took you to arcades and candy shops, and walked you home afterwards, swinging your clasped hands and telling silly jokes before hugging you on your doorstep. You used to think you’d hate to live in a world without Jake, but Niki showed you it would be a worse world without him. You could never thank him enough. No amount of stayovers at his house, birthday gifts, or late-night phone calls that lasted until the next morning could ever express your gratitude for everything he has done for you during your worst days.
“How did you find me here?” You pushed away only enough to lock your eyes. You noticed his nose was a bit red and a few tears were threatening to fall, but he didn’t dare let them free.
“A bit obvious, y/n,” you rested your chin on his shoulder while trying to smile, failing miserably as a new wave of sadness hit you.
“Promise me something,” you said softly, feeling his chin brush against the side of your head and his anticipatory hum vibrating on your shoulder. “You’re never leaving me.”
It was engraved in your memory, how he stretched his pinky to you and promised to stay with you “until the very end”, giving you the first forehead kiss of many, and soon after, gently squeezing you against him. You still felt the warmth of his hug. Even sitting in that same spot years later, recalling all the special moments you had thereafter thinking about them last night. It was still all so vivid to you.
But not as vivid as the sound of the gymnasium’s back doors opening beside you and Niki’s shoulder bumping into yours when he threw himself to sit next to you.
“Jay told you everything,” you assume the obvious, turning to him to be received with a smile and a side hug. “How was the weekend?” You play with the sleeves of his uniform while imagining the great disaster of two neighbors in conflict.
“Boring, thanks to you,” he rests his chin on your shoulder and blows into your ear. You frown and elbow his ribcage softly. “Old memories?”
“I miss the old days,” you say, interlacing your own fingers and placing your hands on your legs, staring at the floor and remembering your childhood friend again.
“Well, I don’t.” You gaze back at him, confused at his statement. “Of course, there was Jake, and he was a good friend and your best friend, but I used to have a secret back then.” You open your mouth to debate but are prematurely interrupted. “I know we promised to not have secrets, but I couldn’t tell you.”
“What could be so bad you had to hide it from me?”
He looks away and blurts out in a whisper. “I liked you.”
You need a second to process the information, thinking of so many times where Niki avoided your physical contact or blushed remarkably when accepting it. You always thought it was a small vestige of his shyness before you became closer than that, but now, with his self-exposure, it makes all the sense in the world. You knew where the conversation would head if you took it seriously, and you didn’t want to go there, so you opt to reply playfully.
“You hate me now?”
He smiles and throws his head back, squinting in disbelief. “You’re so stupid.”
Niki separates from you and stands up, dusts off his pants, then reaches out to help you get up too.
“So… you don’t like me like that anymore?” he shakes his head and offers you his arm, all combined with a smile.
“We should have lunch here later,” you hum in agreement, and follow him around the gymnasium to your classroom “and no Jungwons, only you and me.”
“Okay…” exchanging glances, you act fake anger at him, pursing lips and knitting eyebrows menacingly. You break it by sticking out your tongue, and you both giggle. “Have you seen him during the weekend?”
“Thankfully, no,” you stop in your tracks and disconnect your arms, just to see Niki turning around and shrugging. “What?”
“Thought you were friends,” you say as you resume the walk side-by-side.
“Exactly. Were.” You look at your best friend, not knowing what to feel, not understanding where the sudden hatred towards Jungwon came from. Your mind traveled back to the moment after the lunch break on Friday when Niki ate with Jay and you with Jungwon. Maybe the thing that happened between Jay and Jungwon was put under Niki’s knowledge, which would explain his change of behavior, but what do they know that you don’t? Considering Niki’s way of acting since that afternoon, he probably wouldn’t tell you. You’d have to bug him a lot until he got the first word out.
And you had more and more suspicions of what Jay and Niki could be up to behind your back during the first few classes of the day when Niki rested his arm on your chair and stayed that way, now and then getting closer to you to whisper a question about the class in your ear, but completely ignoring you every time you asked about Jungwon and the current state of their friendship. You rolled your eyes more times than you could count, and all he gave you were annoying smirks and orders for you to pay attention to the professor.
“Y’know, you’re so disturbingly quiet today,” is the first thing you tell him while you walk to the gymnasium at the start of lunch break. He shrugs again and sets your bags on the floor.
“Do you have anything against it?” It was a more than ironic question. It wasn’t uncommon for you to complain about the noise Niki made during class, always teasing you and interfering with your studies with stupid jokes.
“Yes, many.” You sit on his side and start eating aggressively, observing him and how serenely he ignored all your indignation. “Why you’re not friends with Jungwon anymore? Did he say anything to you?”
“Not to me, to Jay.” He avoids eye contact and keeps munching on his food.
“Okay, so what did he say?”
“None of your business,” you stop eating and cross your arms, nearly holding yourself not to punch him. “I’ll…” Niki drops his lunch box and holds your shoulder, now locking your eyes and forgetting his smirks and giggles. “...take care of it, don’t worry.” You stare blankly at him for a long minute.
“I’m gonna ask Jungwon about it,” you announce, going back to your food.
“You’re too optimistic to think he’ll tell you.” He rests his forehead on your shoulder while picking up his lunch box. Just as he sees you opening your mouth to rebut, he gets his strawberry milk and shoves the box into your lips. “Shut up.”
He remained more irritating than ever for the rest of the day, ignoring the questions you genuinely wanted to be answered and answering the ones you asked yourself rhetorically. You started to positively consider slapping him after class. No one would ever notice if you didn’t make his face purple, right?
You see Jungwon for the first time that day when you enter the club’s room. He and Jay are at your team’s desk, talking quietly about what you assume is Injang, whom Jungwon is inspecting on the table in front of him. Jay was the first to notice you and Niki, just glancing over you shortly and then waving at Niki. You and Niki take your seats next to each other, and while Niki and Jay make small talk, you touch Jungwon’s hand resting on the table to get his attention. He looks at your hand, then at you, smiling to see you in a peaceful setting after last Friday’s turbulent events. And more importantly, not mad at him.
“How did you spend the weekend?” you ask softly, only for him to hear.
“Alone,” you tilt your head and watch him intertwine your fingers and show his dimple, quickly making you forget everything around you. “Thinking of you.”
You bite a smile back and look down, trying to ignore your rising pulse and the warmth creeping up your cheeks. Jungwon squeezes your hand lightly, getting your attention back to him, and hunches over the desk to be closer to you. He takes in your features, memorizing every little detail and etching in his memory how your eyes sparkled as they connected with his. His smile grows, and he caresses your skin, imprisoning you in his intense gaze.
If you were a little more attentive, you’d have noticed how Niki and Jay’s conversation fell into an uncomfortable silence, Niki switching his attention between you and Jungwon with an angry expression, and Jay swallowing hard before getting up and heading to the windows. You also failed to notice the coordinator's entrance, only being pulled back when Niki touched your shoulder and told you to listen.
“To wrap up this activity, I’ll choose one member from each group to describe the experience of taking care of their chosen organism and tell me what they’ve learned from it.” Half the students kept silent, the other half started to buzz with their complaints. The coordinator then analyzed every group and chose her first victim. “We shall start with Kang Taehyun.”
Said boy stood up sour-faced, clearly against the request, and took slow and torturous steps until he is in the coordinator’s side, in front of the whole club. You recognized him as one of the boys in Jungwon’s old team before Jay dragged him to join you and Niki.
“During our experience of taking care of Garden, I had my initial suspicions confirmed that Beomgyu cannot care for himself, let alone other living organisms. Overall, it was horrible, and I hope to never go through anything like that again.”
Taehyun finishes and runs to his group’s desk, ignoring any comments about his comic speech. You chuckle and look at Niki, hoping to see him having fun too, but instead, you find him staring at Jay across the room. You only then realize Jay was no longer at your team’s desk, which contributes to pique your curiosity.
“Y/n?” You look up at the coordinator and see that everyone in the club is waiting for you. You get up quickly and walk over to her, cheeks heating up and eyes trained at the floor.
“So we took care of… Injang,” you look at your team’s desk and see both Niki and Jungwon smiling at you like proud moms in a kid’s presentation. “It was a little tricky at first…” you glance over at Jay, remembering when he abandoned his responsibilities as a father. “But I think we worked well as a team.”
“And what did you learn?” the coordinator asks, and you stop to stare at the floor again. You search for the right words and memories that you could use as examples, but everything seems to have disappeared and you can only think of great emptiness. It got you thinking: since when were you so bad at speaking in public? It’s not that hard, is it? Then you felt your pulse racing and butterflies in your stomach, sweat accumulating on your hands as the seconds felt like an eternity. So you look at him, searching for his welcoming smile to calm you down, feeling at ease almost instantly when your eyes connect.
“I learned to see plants differently. I learned to take care of them, and observe their reactions to the environment and care they receive,” his smile reached his eyes and you felt warmth spreading through your chest, beaming as you felt like your heart could explode because of him. “And I also learned that Jay is a terrible father.” You smile at Jay last.
After asking for permission to go back to your seat, not paying attention to any reactions from the other club members, you turn your gaze to him again, still grinning, and walk back to your seat hurriedly. As soon as you sit down, he puts his arm behind you, just as he had done in your classroom earlier, offering his other hand for a high-five.
“Better than I imagined.”
“You think very little of me.” You touch his hand and let him squeeze yours.
When you look back at Jungwon, he’s playing with Injang’s pot and ignoring everything else. Even when you touch his hand again, he only reciprocates your touch but doesn’t look up. It makes you wonder if he got mad at you for seeking tranquility in Niki instead of him since he was the one who taught all the things you mentioned. You felt bad for a moment but got quickly distracted by Niki, who poked you continuously and laughed at your reactions as other team members gave their comical depositions. Just as you are guided to the school’s garden, he pulls you to the end of the line and hugs you sideways to work on his mission of annoying you and keeping the “safe distance from Jungwon” he implied you need (once again, not explaining any of his intentions with that).
You’re separated when you reach the garden and are told to plant seeds previously prepared, but Niki follows you and puts distance between you and Jungwon, no matter how many times you try to get closer to him. You swear you were about to slap him if it weren’t for Jay watching you intently while doing his own thing.
“Hey, y/n,” Jay calls from across a compost bin, smirking shyly at you when you notice him. “Thank you for mentioning me in your speech, I’m honored.”
You send him an apologetic smile and pay attention to his facial expressions, initially sheepish, changing hurriedly to astonished and distraught over and over as he looks away. Following his gaze, you find a gloomy Jungwon, staring back at Jay with fuming eyes. You watch as Jungwon steps closer to Jay, fearful of what might happen after they exchange glances, but your expectations are dashed when he hands Jay his mini gardening trowel.
“You’re doing it wrong,” Jungwon complained and took action to help Jay do his job correctly by using the indicators to dig small holes in the dirt and push the seeds inside, the opposite of Jay’s initial work, which only pushed the seeds superficially against the dirt. “You really need some lessons.” Staring at Jay, he takes off his gardening gloves and walks away to chat with the coordinator.
You keep watching as Jay stares at the compound Jungwon just manipulated, looking lost in thought, until Niki interrupts, putting an arm around your waist.
“How are you doing it?”
“Small holes… then seeds inside…?” You describe what you just saw Jungwon doing, unsure if you were doing it correctly. Niki nods and watches you work. When you’re finished, you look up at him, then at his untouched compost bin, his seeds all gathered up in a circle. “Need help?”
“Yeah, if you could do my work for me…” He asks, and you stare at him despondently. “I’ll pay for the candies?” you accept his bargain and repeat in his compound what you just did in yours, planting the seeds in even, spaced lines as you heard the coordinator instructing another club member.
“Nice work, team,” You extend your hand with the dirty glove to him, and he turns up his nose, rejecting the handshake. You think of something and smile mischievously, putting your plan into action, quickly touching Niki's face and leaving a small amount of dirt on his cheek. His eyes widen, his mouth opens in disbelief, and you giggle, finally having pay-back for his annoying ass.
“You did not.” Before he can even think of reciprocating, you rush over to the coordinator and hand back the gloves, ignoring her suspicious look at your wide smile. Niki follows you and does the same, frowning when the coordinator asks who dirtied him. He pokes his cheek with his tongue and looks at you with fake disdain. “Someone.”
“You’re free to go,” the coordinator announces, and walks to the garden’s storage room, simply humming to the students’ goodbyes.
Niki takes your and his backpacks from the ground and runs to your side as you make your way to the school’s gates.
“Guess what I’m thinking about,” he challenges as he gives you your backpack. “It comes in many colors, is squishy, and you gave me a full package as a birthday present last year.”
You hum and bring your index finger to your chin, pretending to have forgotten, just to watch him frown indignantly. “Gummy bears?”
“Y/n?” You hear Jungwon’s voice and feel his hand touching your shoulder. When you turn to him, he looks a little dejected. “Can we have that conversation now?”
“Sorry man, we’re gonna hang out.” Niki’s arm rests on your shoulders, causing Jungwon to remove his hand from you. They start a strange kind of staring contest, and you can’t help but roll your eyes at them.
“Let’s go together,” both boys look taken aback by your suggestion.
“What? No, no way.” Niki tilts his head just enough for you to see his scowl.
“Niki… that way I can hang out with you as I promised, and talk to Jungwon too,” you articulate, trying to get the idea into his head, not coming off successfully.
“You don’t have to talk to him today,” Niki persists, pulling you closer to him. “And think of the gummy bears, waiting for us…” His rambling becomes white noise when you notice Jay passing in the back, not sparing you a glance.
“Jay!” You exclaim. When he stops and looks at you, you take a few steps closer to him, ignoring Niki’s complaints. “We’re going to the candy shop. Wanna come with us?”
“Why?”
“Celebrate our almost inexistent teamwork?” you try to give him your best puppy eyes.
“No, thanks…” He resumes his walking, but you try again.
“Please, Jay?” This time you clasp your hands and point your head softly in Niki’s direction. After whatever happened between those three boys, you theorized (and were proved right after Jay’s request on Sunday) that he had no intentions of hanging out with or even getting caught being around you. But after seeing how he treated you on the weekend, all friendly and curious, you couldn’t ignore him, especially after considering how he acted towards you before his sudden absence. The way Niki spoke earlier and Jungwon's colder manner only fueled your curiosity to dig and discover the roots of all that mess. It may put you in trouble, but you needed to analyze their dynamics together during their free time to try to come to concrete conclusions. If Niki wouldn't tell you what was going on, you’d find out for yourself.
Jay seems to consider the idea and nods faintly with his final decision. “Ten minutes won’t hurt.”
You say a low ‘thank you’ to him, and give each of your hands to Niki and Jungwon. All the way to the store, you glance back frequently to check if Jay is still following, and once inside the store, you don’t miss how Jay keeps his distance from you and the other boys, focusing on candies that are as far away as possible.
Suddenly, while you’re filling your plastic bag with jelly beans with eyes glued on Jay, Niki back hugs you and rests his chin on your shoulder.
“You’re so touchy today, Nikitty,” you chuckle with the ends of his hair tickling your face.
“You left me on Friday, remember, little one?” He takes some sour candy from the basket next to the jelly beans and puts it in your mouth.
“I’m not little, you’re giant,” you say while munching. “But it was good for all of us, wasn’t it?”
“I guess…”
“Y/n, try this,” Jungwon, who until then has been critically analyzing the candies on the other side of the store, approaches you with an M&M cookie in hand. Touching your chin with his free hand, he uses the other to lift the cookie to your mouth, taking care not to get any crumbs onto your uniform. You feel Niki pulling away as you taste the candy and see Jungwon’s gaze shifting to the other boy, but he soon gets back at you. “What do you think?” You nod with your mouth still full, and he smirks.
“Guys, I have to go,” Jay interrupts, and when you look at him, he’s already opening the front door. “See you tomorrow.” You’re not sure who he said this to but wave nonetheless, failing to notice how Niki shifts his backpack uncomfortably across his shoulders when you do.
“I’m going too,” it’s Jungwon’s turn to get your attention. At your confused hum, he smiles and holds your face, taking the chance to caress your cheeks with his thumbs. “Homework…” blinking once is enough to make you miss how he changes his focus to your lips and moves in a bit closer with his lips parted. Aware of your increasing pulse, all you can think of is getting a jelly bean from your bag and putting it in his mouth, making him giggle instantly at your reaction.
“Sorry,” you blurt out, your face reddening with your silliness. Jungwon closes his eyes and shakes his head, swallowing the candy quickly. When his eyes meet yours again, they’re twinkling at you.
“I’ll text you later, sweetie.” Everything happens in an instant. He steals a peck, chuckles, and walks out of the store. Not being stunned by the contact, you would’ve noticed how he and Niki stared daggers at each other until Jungwon was out, but you were more focused on the lingering sensation he left on your lips.
“Are you done fangirling over him?” Niki glowered, miffed, taking your plastic bags and pulling you to the cashier.
“Yeah.” No, you weren’t. Your heartbeat kept increasing whenever you recalled Jungwon and any memory you had of him. Your brain played tricks on you, bringing to mind the moments when you had him close to you. When he first hugged you on your doorstep, when you had lunch together on the terrace, when he said goodbye to you on Friday, and, most importantly, when he called you sweetie before pecking your lips. And Niki knew that. He rolled his eyes anytime he asked you something and you ignored him, being too caught in your thoughts. He hated that you got so distracted by Jungwon that he had to hold your hand to cross the street, or else you wouldn’t pay attention to where you were putting your feet.
You only got back to reality when Niki poked your ribs, realizing you were on your doorstep already.
“Jungwon…” Niki looks down to his feet and sighs. “You’re being too harsh on him. You used to call him my future boyfriend, and then you wanted me far away from him, all on the same day. And you acted strangely with me and him today. What happened? And what’s with Jay?”
“Let’s talk about it tomorrow, okay?” He holds your shoulders and locks your eyes. You notice a different glimpse in his eyes this time, but he gives you no time to comment on that. “We can meet at the gymnasium before class and I’ll tell you everything, no lies or secrets. How does that sound?”
You contemplate the idea for a second and agree with what he’s proposing. “Decent.”
“And… I have a surprise for you.” You raise your eyebrows to express your curiosity, but he shakes his head much to your discontent, making you puff with frustration. “You made me wait a whole weekend, don’t say you can’t wait less than twelve hours.”
“You boring” you grumble bashfully as you let your chin rest on his chest. Niki titters and hugs your form, his head resting on top of yours.
“Can you promise me something?” he asks as soon as you retribute the hug, continuing when you hum positively. “You’re always gonna love me.”
You push back a little to look at his face. “Is this some stupid competition where I have to say I love you more than I like Jungwon?” He rolls his eyes at your question.
“Can’t believe you just assumed it. And of course, I’m better than him, but that’s not my point.”
“Oh…” you purse your lips and think for a second. “I’ll always love you. You’re my best friend, Niki.” You squeeze him lightly and smile cheerfully when he makes eye contact. Niki just closes his eyes and croons, pulling away from you to start his walk back home. “Careful on the way back, it’s late.”
He hums, and turns around, taking the first steps towards his house. You observe him for a moment before entering your house, and just as you’re about to close the door, he calls for you. You get out again, waiting for what he has to say, but then, instead of cracking a silly joke as he’d normally do, he pulls you by your hand until you’re hugging again. You don’t understand his demeanor, but feel how fast his heart is beating and look up worried.
“Niki?” You are taken by surprise when he places a prolonged kiss on your temple, then on your cheek, and presses you against him. He connects your foreheads and appears to be downcast when your eyes meet. He sighs heavily and swallows hard before giving you any answers.
“I love you too.”
Being woken by the annoying ringing of your cell phone, you pick it up and see that Niki is calling.
“Morning, sunshine.” He says excitedly when you pick up, but all you want is to slap him in the face because of the early call.
“It’s five in the morning, bitch. What you’re calling for?” Your throat hurts when you talk, all the more reason to hit Niki in the face when you meet him.
“Get up and come, I’m waiting.” He just hangs up on you, and you obligate yourself to get up with an irritated huff.
You had already planned all the threats you would make to Niki during your walk to school. You even practiced a mean expression but forgot about everything and more when you saw him in front of the gates, kicking pebbles on the floor with his hands in his pockets, hair falling over his eyes, and cheeks slightly flushed from the cold weather. You got a weird feeling that made your hands itchy, and you instantly thought of what Jay had said on Sunday. The feeling only gets worse when you get close to him, his smile making your heart skip a beat.
“Sorry for waking you up so early,” when he held your hand and guided you into the school, you had to stop yourself from staring at him. Something about how he was still red-cheeked even after entering the gymnasium was making you peculiarly curious. What was going on with Niki? And what was happening to you? Why did you feel shy about holding Niki’s hand so suddenly if you always did that? Was it something in your food, or, as Jay asked you, did you start paying more attention to Niki? And how did that leave you and Jungwon? You like him too. Right?
“Niki…” you call out to him a little startled before he can open the door. So he looks at you. Concerned eyes inspect your face carefully, looking for any reason for the tone in your voice. He takes a step closer so he's in front of you, and lifts your chin for you to look at him.
“Yes?”
You began to notice details that you had never before. How his eyes always carry tenderness when they look at you, the way he holds your hand tightly, making sure you’re with him, and how he’s careful to speak a little softer to you. This could only be the effect of what he said last night, before running off after looking at you with what you assumed were teary eyes.
Not only what was going on with Niki and you, but what was Niki doing to you?
You clear your throat, realizing you’ve been staring for too long, and try to smile to ease him. “Nothing, sorry.” He purses his lips and nods before turning to the gymnasium’s back door.
“So many people coming early today…” Soobin looks around as he passes through the school gates, seeing more students than usual in the early morning.
“I think the seniors have an early test or something,” Heeseung comments, not giving much attention to the students, and heading straight to the gymnasium, Soobin following suit. “Free throws?”
Soobin grins and lightly slaps his friend’s shoulder. “You’re gonna miss all, don’t worry.”
“You wish.” Heeseung teases as he opens the front doors, immediately throwing his backpack somewhere. It would have been a great game if it weren’t for a terrified scream coming from the back. Running towards the scream, he hurriedly opens the back doors, and finds you and Niki there, both static and looking at the floor with shaking hands. “Guys? What’s wrong?”
(⚠️ warning ⚠️ gore starts now - descriptions of a dead body, proceed with caution or skip to the next signal)
Approaching you, he peeks over your shoulders to see a dead body on the ground. The colorless skin no longer had any signs of life, the frightening amount of blood smeared around the body proved it. The hands were separated from the arms, and the torso was open like a box, for everyone to see what was inside, except the heart and lungs weren’t there anymore. The neck was in no better condition, with several cuts that made it difficult to recognize. Legs and arms had abrasions and several cuts, as well as the throat, bruised patches in all its extent.
His hands, hitherto out of sight, were wedged in the mouth that had the corners of the lips torn, thus giving up more space. The tips of the fingers were torn off, and the bones popped out, finishing the bloody work with a flourish.
(⚠️ end of descriptions)
The growing smell of rotten assailed his nose, and everything Heeseung had for breakfast was thrown up. You didn’t know what to do, you were too shocked by the sight in front of you. Soobin, who had just arrived, swallowed hard and said something about picking up his phone, but no one paid any attention to what he said. The only one who recognized the body was Niki, who was now crying silently. He would recognize him from afar under any circumstances. Especially with Jay’s unique backpack design.
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part 8 release date: March 27th, 7am (KST)
In The Night | jjk
pairing: stalker!jungkook + fem/afab!reader
word count: 2.3k
genre: smut, yandere, thriller
warnings: stalking, male masturbation, female masturbation, obsessive thoughts, yandere behavior, mention of filming without consent, vibrator use, body worship, breaking and entering, use of “princess”, it’s hot
— synopsis: When you find out that the shy tech guy has been watching you at night, you take matters into your own hands.
Eleven P.M. on the dot. It’s almost time. Excitement bubbles in your stomach, nerves flowing from your toes to your fingertips. Immediately, you open your window just enough to leave a crack. Then, you sift through your dresser for something just right. Walking around in a bra and panties would be too obvious—you have to keep up the clueless act as best you can, but still be a tease.
So, you fish out an old shirt you had accidentally made into a too-short-to-wear-to-the-grocery-store crop tee, the graphic on the front more than halfway cut off. It’s perfect to show off the expanse of your stomach, which is key for what’s to come. Perhaps you can go with only that and panties—no doubt it would be game-changing, but you still grab for your heart pattern sleep shorts that do wonders for the shape of your ass. It’s perfect, and just in time.
Eleven-Ten P.M. He’s here. Adrenaline pumps through you at a speed incomprehensible, putting your heart to the test as you can practically hear it pounding. Remember, play it cool. You’re not supposed to know that he’s watching.
Yes, the hot, nerdy tech guy that seems to lose all collectiveness around you watches you through your window every single night. And honestly, you love it.
Of course, you’ve had the inner monologue about how it’s supposed to creep you the fuck out and that you probably should have called the cops by now. But that just wouldn’t be any fun, now would it?
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Don't forget that Sammy is also very obsessive/protective over Jemma! Since her and Azren are parental figures and the only people Sammy really trusts, he wants to protect and always see them happy, and will do whatever it takes to make sure they won't be hurt, and I mean anything...
this'll probably have a lot of edits but here's the full list from the info I have of yandere's and their darlings!
Please let me know/remind me about your yandere's darling, in discord through the bugcord or through my ask box!!!
~Yandere's~
Korey - @rozeliyawashereyall
Varen - @keyaartz
Chester - @not-5-rats
Victor - @littlesiren79
Lily-ann - @tiefling-chaos
Atlas - @fruity0salad
Atticus - @atonalasmr
Lucy - @castbracelet240
Ace - @greaysharkboi
Mera - @aspenm00n
Adri - @idontevenknow7878
Sammy - @ccstiles
Jemma - @diamondzoey
Calix - @pinkcocopuff-aqualoid
Victoria Dela-Cruz - @headstrashdump
^°Darlings°^
Azren • @strayharmony943 aka me! For Jemma and Sammy!
Jay • @rozeliyawashereyall Jay and Korey are either yandere's for each other or something! That honestly depends on how roze wishes to do it!
Duarte & Ulysses!!! • @lunaritychuwolf & @puffin-smoke for Chester!!!
Acantha • @aspenm00n for Mera!!!
hey first post on tumblr!
SPOILER WARNING FOR DELTARUNE CHAPTER 2
Tw: stalking, delusions, etc
so um I came up with a Yandere Spamton NEO AU for Deltarune and it goes like this
When Spamton used to be an Addison, Pink was his favorite and has a crush on them. After Spamton's eviction, he became unhealthily obsessed with Pink Addison and started stalking them. When he became NEO, he fully lost his sanity. The rest of the Addisons found out about Spamton going insane and stalking Pink, they tried to contain him in the Queen's basement in her mansion, but he was too strong and powerful and broke free. Now, he roams in Cyber City's alleyways as a serial killer waiting for any victims that come between him and Pink.
(btw I headcanon Pink Addison to be non-binary and go by they/them pronouns fyi)
did you guys like my AU?
Yandere househusband Tyler
If you have ideas for his last name please share them i dont know 🙏
Hes just a cute guy trying to love you forever darling ~ (Hes also a certified pretty boy)
Every scene in this part, every scene in the entire series is so beautiful. This has quickly become one of my favorite series ever. I love how every little thing in the story means something and I can actually feel every emotion that the mc or the boys are feeling. The characters are so well crafted truly. This fic deserves everything.
{27} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader - Final
Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles
Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Fluff, Slight Humor
Pairing: Ateez X Reader
Words: 14,758
Warnings: The later half still needs to be edited, sorry! Mentions of past mental Illness: Anxiety, Depression, PTSD. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.
A/n: Here it is!! The final part to book one!! Ahhhhhh!!! I can’t believe how far I’ve come!! Never did I expect such a simple one shot to turn into this, but here we are!! I really hope you all like this final chapter, I think it sort of rounds things out nicely and ends on a, quite literal, high note. Also, the two songs I highly recommend listening to during this part appear in the latter half of the fic. They are named when they come up, so I don’t want to spoil them here. I do highly recommend listening to at least the second one, as it is quite significant to the story and the characters. Anyways, enough of my ramblings lol, I hope you’ll all look forward to what book two has in store! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~
Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Part Eight - Part Nine - Part Ten - Part Eleven - Part Twelve - Part Thirteen - Part Fourteen - Part Fifteen - Part Sixteen - Part Seventeen - Part Eighteen - Part Nineteen - Part Twenty - Part Twenty-One - Part Twenty-Two - Twenty-Three - Twenty-Four - Twenty-Five - Twenty-Six - Mini Masterlist
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Synopsis: Seokjin was captivated by your beauty and intelligence. It was such a shame that those charms were being wasted by your criminal tendencies. Good for you he knows how to tame the naughtiness out of you, just like he did with his trained police dogs.
K. Seokjin x f.reader
Genre: police au | yander-ish
Tags: evil Seokjin, corruption, corrupted cop, violence, kidnapping, angry reader, strong and fierce reader but submissive at the end, captivity, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, mention of r@pe (but it doesn't happen), very dark.
From the series masterlist; The chasing.
The red and blue lights ghosted on your face, your gaze was a bit blurry but you knew who you have in front of you; police officer Kim Seokjin.
Immediately a rush of adrenaline run your blood, you were expecting him, craving his attention. You were thirsty for revenge.
He carries himself with such confidence that it pissed you off, with an intimidating aura and intense eyes that wanted to pierce you whole, but you weren't afraid of him. Quite the opposite.
"Miss y/n, what a shame seeing you like this again." He sounded serene, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes.
"I'm innocent officer, but i don't know if you're competent enough to notice." You pouted mocking him.
Seokjin eyes darkened immediately, his jaw clenched not breaking his piercing gaze from you.
He killed your best friend a week ago, it was unfair because your friend was innocent. He was tricked into selling drugs, and he didn't have any idea of what was happening until the police caught him, telling him that he was arrested because of his friend's briefcase full of drug. The problem was that Seokjin shot him, unnecessary and unfairly.
You wanted revenge so bad.
"What did you do this time?" He sighs like if he was dealing with a troublesome child, and you snorted offended by his tone.
"She was vandalizing the wall of the streets, spreading hate towards cops, such an ungrateful brat," the old lady scoffs, and you wanted nothing but to punch her.
"Okay, thank you ma'am, i'll take it from here." Seokjin dismissed her, grabbing you and handcuffing your wrists.
"You're a corrupted cop, and i'll swear to god i'll make you pay for killing my friend," you spat full of anger.
Seokjin went stiff behind you for a second, and then he came closer enough to brush your ear with his lips.
"You'll regret speaking to me like that y/n, i'll fucking teach you some manners," he threaten you with a dark voice.
The next thing you know, is that you're in his cop car, heading to god knows where.
You expected him to take you to the police station like any normal cop would do, but to your horror, he was taking you out of the city.
You started to panic.
"Where the fuck are you taking me you psycho! let me go!" You screamed, unable to break free from the handcuffs.
"I recommend you to shut your mouth y/n, don't make me any angrier," he warned you lowly without breaking his gaze from the road, and you listened to him because you were so fucking scared of him.
He was corrupt and dangerous. You were right. And the realization will cost you your life.
Your gaze got blurred by unshed tears,but you swallowed them. You won't cry in front of him, he doesn't deserves your tears.
Your heart squeeze tight in your chest when the car stopped in front of a cabin in a forest.
This is it, he's going to kill you and nobody will ever find out, because the system was that fucked up.
"Scared my y/n? Don't worry, it won't hurt bad i promise, i'm very gentle with women," he mocked like a sadist, but as he said, he treated you rather gently when he took you into the cabin.
Until he didn't.
He throwed you to the floor of his dark basement, and then you see them, his trained police dogs staring at you. And with a heavy heart you realized that you share the same fate as them.
It was a sick feeling, an urge to run away from this predator, Seokjin.
"What will you do to me? Violate me? Then after that you will kill me and feed your dogs with my body, aren't you? You seem like the type to do that, i always knew you were a sicko."
You witnessed the sight of a shocked Seokjin, he looked speechless and taken aback by your words. And it was pleasing to know that you can have some control over his emotions.
You bit back a smirk.
And then his face hardened, piercing you with a darken and unreadable gaze. The corner of his lips lift up with disdain, as if you were so below him.
"What do you think i am? A monster?"
Before you could laugh and mock him, he grabbed the back of your hair in a fist, forcing you to look up at him and making you wince by pain.
"I am not sweetheart, i brought you here to discipline you, after all it is my duty to put criminals like you in their place," he said with a sadist glint in his eyes, coming closer to your ear to whisper, "at the end of the week, you'll be obedient and pliant just like my trained dogs," he winks at you letting go of your hair.
"I rather die," you spat with hate, but your handcuffed hands were trembling, and Seokjin noticed it smirking widely.
"We'll see, brat."
And at the end of the week you were on your knees, with your head resting on Seokjin's thigh, feeling his fingers petting your locks with one hand while the other was holding the leash of your collar, just in case if he needs to punish you, but you were so sweet and pliant lately that he didn't have the need to discipline you.
The isolation, bruises, rewards and punishments turn you into a good girl, and he was proud of that.
"You will never leave me, aren't you?" He tried to sound cocky, but his tone was dark, with a flicker of possessiveness on his grasp and gaze.
You blinked your fuzzy gaze, coming closer to him in between his thighs, resting your chin on his belly and looking up at him with adoration and disorientation in your gaze.
"I rather die."
And he smirked like the devil.
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Fruits of my labour // chapter 1
“Eomma! I can't find my jacket, have you seen it?” A small but slightly panicked voice called from up the stairs.
“Sweetheart you don't have to be ready for three hours yet.” You called to your son, Hyunsik, who was busy struggling to lift up some clothes in the washing basket. Still desperately searching for his favourite jacket.
“But I really don't want to be late, Jaesung said that there would be chocolate cake.”
“Yes I know sweetie, his mother confirmed. But you know, if you get there too early you'll have to help set up.” Hyungsik made the face he always makes when he's in thought.
“I’m ok with that” he decides confidently.
“Really,” you raise your eyebrows in mock thought “You'd be ok with listening to uncle Doohwans stories for three extra hours?”
Hyungsik's face morphed into an expression of horror.
“No, no! Definitely not that” he exclaimed.
“Ok so, how about we find your jacket later, Yerum and Douhyun are barely awake yet my love” you play with your son's soft hair before flicking his forehead playfully.
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“Bacon n’ eggs! Please!”
“Of course my baby. Do you think your brothers would want the same?”
You say as you squeeze past your son and into your tiny kitchen where the wall paper was peeling and your gas was barely working. You really needed to find the money to move to a new place.
“I think so eomma, they seem to love bacon n’ eggs almost as much as me.”
“Almost as much as you huh, I best give my big strong boy a big portion then right?”
He laughs but you notice his laugh sounds different than usual, almost deflated, like he was faking his laughter at your expense.
“Eomma, please dont waste food on me. I only need a small bit. If anything you should give Yerum more, he's older” he mumbles, almost like he's trying to keep secrets.
“Why do you say that baby?” you could hear how your voice was laced with concern. You were pretty sure your son could hear it too by the way he looked away from you. Almost as if he felt guilty for bringing it up.
“Baby, are you ok?”
“I'm fine eomma, it's just that I feel guilty. You spent a lot of money on my new jacket. We could've used that money to save for something more important like a new oven but instead you bought me a jacket.” He explains and the whole time he's looking into your eyes with tears forming in his.
“We needed that money eomma and it was wasted on me because I wanted a new jacket. I'm really sorry, so please don't waste anymore money on me ok?”
“Baby, Baby it's not like that,” You come to sit next to him on the worn out kitchen chairs. “ I didn't waste my money on you, you need to look good for your friends' party, don't you worry about money baby, you're too young to worry about money yet, let eomma handle that ok?” A pit forms in your stomach and all you can do is wrap your son in your arms.
“Dont you worry son, let mama handle all these things, ok?”
“Promise me?”
“Ok, eomma. I promise”
The two of you heard patting against the old wooden floor boards and soon followed a small voice.
“Eomma, can I have eggs n’ bacon for breakfast.” Douhyun asks, clinging on to his carrot plushie that your mother had given him.
“Looks like you were right sweetie, maybe that means you'll win some party games later as well.” You kiss Hyunsik’s forehead and move to go back to the kitchen to cook for your sons.
“Ok so everyone knows the plan, me, Douhyun and Yerum will go get some ice cream at the park across the street.” You explain.
“Ok mama,” Hyunsik skips along happily just ahead of you.
“Why can't I go to the party as well mama?” Douhyun asks.
“Well because there's gonna be a lot of people there my love. Perhaps there just wasn't enough room.”
“HYUNGSIK HEY!” an energetic voice calls.
“JAESUNGIE!” your son equally as excited calls back.
“Ok you have fun my darling,” you nudge him forward and wave him goodbye.
“Mama, can I have chocolate?” Douhyun asks, clinging onto you.
“Yes of course my love, i should have a coupon somewhere here. Anything for you, Yerum?”
“No, I'm ok.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, yes.” His words held a slight annoyance.
“Ok, well i did ask.”
“Can we watch the sunset eomma?” Douhyun asks.
“Yes of course my love.”
You watched the sun slowly setting for 40 minutes whilst enjoying your ice cream.
You hear the ding of your phone so before you start to walk back to the apartment you check your phone and your heart drops.
‘Hey Y/n, there was a man here five minutes ago claiming to be Hyungsik’s father, so i let him take him home’
Fruits of my labour // ch2
“Are you really my appa?” Hyungsik asks excitedly, walking along with the man who had just collected him from his friend's house.
“I am son,” the man dressed in all black smiles at his son’s excitement.
“Wait! What about eomma?” Hyungsik asks as he tugs on the long black trench coat made of soft material.
“Eomma said we should spend some time together, just us. You ok with that buddy?”
Hyungsik hums and makes that face, the face he always makes when he’s in thought.
“Can we get some chicken? I always love the chicken eomma makes.” The young boy asks curiously.
“We can do whatever you want son.” Taehyung hums.
“Ohh can we go to the toy store then? I’ve only been to one once. I want to see all the toys, I don’t have many but I like to look at them.” Hyungsik exclaims happily.
“Of course, shall we go to the toy store first? That way you can play with your new toys while we wait for our food.” Taehyung suggests, prying Hyungsik’s small fingers off of his coat.
Instead he wraps his larger hands around Hyungsik's smaller ones.
“Wait appa, you don’t have to buy me anything. I’m okay with just going to look.” Hyungsik tries desperately to explain.
Taehyung ignores him.
“Nonsense, we’ll go to the biggest store I know, how does that sound? My son deserves to be spoiled.” Taehyung leans down and kisses his son's cheek.
“Appa.” Hyungsik blushes, happy to be there, with his dad.
“Ahhh!” Hyungsik shrieks but that slowly turns into laughter as Taehyung pulls him up into his arms.
“No son of mine should have to walk in such old uncomfortable shoes. Come we will get you some shoes as well.”
“Thank you appa but please don’t waste your money on me. Eomma says we always have to be responsible with money because we don’t have a lot.” Taehyung listens thoughtfully to his son.
“It’s ok son, I have more money then your mother. What’s the point if I don’t spoil my angel a little bit?”
“Ok, does that mean I get to pick?”
“Yes, my son can pick his own shoes.” Taehyung pinches his son's cheek. Hyungsik looks away, giggling happily. Taehyung gazed at his son, happiness overcomes him, happiness mixed with a fiery anger.
‘How dare she keep him away from me for so long?’
“What do you mean?! He doesn’t have a dad! I don’t even know who his dad is!” Your throat was raw from shouting at the woman standing in front of you.
“Please don’t shout in front of my son on his birthday.” The woman, Mrs Park quips.
“That’s really what’s important to you right now!? My son is missing!” Tears fall down your cheeks, your breathing harsh, your mind fading into a questioning haze.
What if you never found him again?
Who took him?
What are they doing to him?
You needed your baby back.
“Ma’am please calm down, come sit here.” A gentle voice and an accompanying hand leads you to the nearby couch.
“Can you tell me all that you remember from today ma’am? don’t spare a single detail.” The police officer orders, pulling out his notepad.
“Well we had breakfast, got dressed and then came here, we weren’t allowed in as we were told there was going to be too many people but Hyungsik was as he’s one of Jaesung’s best friends, we went to get ice cream at a nearby park and waited until it was time to come collect Hyungsik. That’s when I received a message from Mrs Park telling me she let my son go with some stranger.”
“Maam we’ll do everything we can to find him ok? But you really need to breathe now.” You nod rapidly at the officer's words but you can’t seem to bring yourself to calm down your breathing.
“Mrs Park, what does the man look like?” Another officer at the scene asks,
“Like a model, all I can tell you is he was wearing all black, his hair was black and he had eyes that could make you want to rip your clothes off in a second.” Mrs Park smiles, but it’s bitter and more like a sneer.
You couldn’t control yourself, you scream, a bloodcurdling and pained scream.
“Eomma, will he be ok? Will Hyung be ok?” Douhyun asks, his voice soft trying to remain calm, but everyone in the room could hear the tremble in his voice.
“What the hell are you doing!? Mrs park, you let him go off with some stranger!?” Yerum shouts, red in the face, but the teenager was equally as terrifying as if it were a police officer or a low level mob boss shouting.
“Kid you really need to calm down,” a third police officer approaches and tries to place his hands on Yerum’s shoulders in an attempt to calm his breathing. Yerum’s elbows fly back, landing on the officer's stomach.
The officer trips backwards a groan leaving his lips as his hands clasp where he had been struck.
Yerum didn’t seem to notice as he was still busy shouting at Mrs Park, who had also started shaking slightly, her eyes that were once dry as a bone were now tearing up.
“You better start crying you bitch,” Yerum spits the vilest insults and you can’t seem to do anything other than sit there and listen.
“My brother could be walking towards his death because of you so whatever you remember you better spit it out and do it with some decorum.” Yerum stutters on the last word as if he’s struggling to pronounce it, it slightly undercuts his menacing tone.
Mrs Park nods before glancing around at the room, she sees you have calmed down slightly but your chest was still moving rapidly. Her son Jaesung was sitting solemnly next to Douhyun who was crying buckets, they wanted their best friend back. And Yerum, as Mrs Park comes to make eye contact with Yerum, the officer he had knocked down had gotten back up and was watching the situation closely.
“I’ll start from the beginning.”
✎ ℳ.𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉
☾- Yandere, ✐ - ongoing, ✔️ - completed, ♡ - fluff, ∞ - angst.
𝓞𝓣7 𝓑𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓽𝓪𝓷
Fruits of my labour ✐ ☾ ♡ ∞
VIVE la RÉVOLUTION
𝓢𝓮𝓸𝓴𝓳𝓲𝓷
𝓨𝓸𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲
Sleeping with the enemy ✐ ☾ ♡ ∞
𝓗𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓸𝓴
𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓳𝓸𝓸𝓷
𝓙𝓲𝓶𝓲𝓷
Sacrifices ☾ ∞ ♡ ✔️
𝓣𝓪𝓮𝓱𝔂𝓾𝓷𝓰
𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓴𝓸𝓸𝓴
Sacrifices ☾ ∞ ♡ ✔️
𝓕𝓻𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓵𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓶.𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5