#yandere drummer x reader

[kimsmuse]

yandere drummer ♡ !!

gender neutral!reader. 1096 words. mentions of sexual activity. voyeurism (kinda?). implications of mastubation. let me know if y’all have any requests or ideas for yanderes!!!

this was very mildly inspired by the band xdinary heroes’ drummer, gunil. but emphasis on the “mildly.”

yandere drummer, who’s been your friend for a long, long time. even before he became locally famous, or before the band was formed, it was you and him, best friends forever. but that’s all you saw him for, and when the band got formed and you began dating the guitarist… he’s jealous but he decides to take the stereotypical role of a best friend in a one-sided lover, it hurts, and a lot but he swallows it, tells himself it’ll numb itself slowly. as long as you’re happy then that’s all he wants.

“can you give me a good luck kiss?” you grinned, of course you could. it was the university annual festival and your boyfriend’s band, due to their recent surge of popularity was finally getting a chance to perform and you were so, so proud of all of them because you’ve seen them all working their asses’ off for this and now that it was happening, it was such a proud moment for you.

you pull away from your boyfriend and wish the others luck to you, congratulating them on their hard work. what you completely miss is the way the group’s drummer looks at you, his eyes yearning for the good luck kiss that you just gave to your boyfriend. he was a fairly nice performer but he swears he could have gone viral or something if he had that kind of luck on his side.

as they prepare to go on stage, he looks at you, he receives a friendly glance or two and that’s it. it’s always it. and he wonders about where he lacked. it wasn’t like the guitarist guy was quite anything that he wasn’t, in fact if anything he would probably be better and more loyal. when he sees him like that flirting with the crowd, he’s disgusted, doing that as if he doesn’t have a committed relationship going on (in his eyes, it wasn’t professionalism, but he was beginning to find flaws in every little thing his band mate did)

no one knows the real meaning of the song that come on, the band’s greatest hit, everybody knows that it’s the drummer wrote it, and they praised him on twitter saying how deep the lyrics were even if it was just something that the drummer wrote from his imagination (he had to tell them that, what would he have told his band mates if they asked him who was he in love with to the point of writing songs for them) and some even went on and on with their theories about how he could be in love with the guitarist (what the absolute fuck?). the song is about you obviously, the way he loved (loves) you so much, but he was so sick and tired of never being seen, and it was just so, so unfair.

he still remembers the exchange that happened in the record studio when he first played you the song, it was a ritual almost, (at least to him) that he’s going to play the song that he’s the most satisfied with, to you, first and foremost. it’s not even the band members and it’s times like these that he’s thankful to your boyfriend, he’s never even been a slight suspicious of him, maybe it has something to do with the fact that neither have you. but he remembers that when he played the song for you, wondering and hoping if you’d get the references (which you didn’t, but okay, there was always the next time). and you’d told him the song was absolutely beautiful, the way the feelings were described was heart-touching, and then you’d tell him.

“if you ever have a crush like that, though, just confess. what’s the worse that could even happen?”

and it’s been playing in his mind since, like a background theme music or something.

“what’s the worst that could happen?” he knows you’d never unfriend him, or ignore him and he could even stretch as far as the fact that he didn���t think you’d tell you boyfriend, if he told you not to.

that night, he groaned internally when the car taking all of you home didn’t drop you off but instead took you to their dorms. a painful night was on its way, with the dorm rooms having thin walls and your boyfriend’s room being right next to his, nothing was ever in his favour.

but as he tries to distract himself, back in his room, scrolling through his phone. its been hours now and he’s tried to watch netflix, listen to spotify, unplugging his earphones now and then to check, to put his ear on the side of the wall that joins his and your boyfriend’s room. there was no sound. but soon enough, as he’s almost getting drowsy, and oddly, he stumbles upon his voice notes app.

at first, he thinks to himself, this is bad, this is absolutely fucking disgusting, he reminds himself of the boundaries, you are his friend. his best friend. he should be the last person to record your moans and keep it to himself, this was just something he could never come back from.

it was one thing to jerk off from it momentarily but once he records it, it would be permanent, he couldn’t just remove it from his memory, it just becomes concrete then. somehow from both the devil and the angel sitting on his shoulders, his decision disappoints the angel and he hits the record button.

he thinks its heavenly, the way your voice sounds already but when you’re moaning, desperate to keep quiet and so its slightly muffled (oh, how he wished he could get a clearer version, or fuck that, a time when he could be the one giving you that pleasure..) he keeps it playing it over and over again, inside his earphones, nobody could ever know, it was his little secret.

when their normally talkative band member doesn’t talk much during breakfast and sticks in his earphones for the most part, they find it kind of odd.

“what are you listening to?” one of the guys ask him.

“oh, nothing, just.. troye sivan,”

He’ll get bolder though, with the drummer showing off his vocal and independent talents through his new mini album, debuting as a solo artist. Everybody enjoys the album way too much and he swears his heart almost jumps out of his throat when you hug him and congratulate him on his success. You’re so close to him, he can smell your perfume, your shampoo. He can bask in it, for a minute or two, pretend that he just confessed his love to you and you reciprocated it.

One song, particularly from the mini album though, stands out a lot to the fans, even international ones, he goes from being the hidden one on the drums to the guy who has the most sensual and sexy song on his album, with drums and beat on point and oh, the moans!

He feels a little guilty, when your boyfriend teases him about the moans and he just dismisses it as some sound the other composer put in, and it’s definitely not the sound of your partner and the person he’s been in love with for years, no.

maybe someday he’ll find it in himself to tell you, long after you’ve broken up with your boyfriend.. why would you break up with your boyfriend, you ask? let’s say somehow your boyfriend was drunk, and somehow.. somehow he made out with someone and someone was at the right time at the right place to click a picture.. don’t worry he’s got it all planned, it’s just a matter of time and then it’ll be just you and him, you’ll see how perfect he was for you all along. how good of a pair you both would make. how he could love you like nobody else has ever yet (and nobody ever will). and he’ll no longer have to turn on the voice recording of your moans to get off.

[peoplesgraves]

With The Band

Yandere Band X Reader

Who would’ve thought that going to a concert would be the end of your life. You’re just dancing and trying to scream sing along with their songs, being pushed around and eventually you get shoved right up to the front and the band is just enamored. Even with messy hair from dancing and a light sheen of sweat from how hot and crowded it is, they still think you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen.

The singer stumbles over words that they’ve sung a thousand times and the drummer is breaking sticks left and right. By the time the concerts winding down the band doesn’t even have the patience to banter with their fans like they usually do, all they can think about it is getting off stage and getting to you.

You’re about to file out when a security guard tells you that the band has invited you back stage to thank you for your enthusiasm. Who are you to turn down an opportunity like that? So you follow him to the bands dressing room just as nervous as they were.

The bands in their dressing room talking in loud hushed whispers about all the contingencies. Like what if you say no to their invitation or you end up not liking them. All their worry goes out the window when they see you standing in the door way though. You look even prettier away from the harsh stage lights.

You thinks it’s a little weird when you’re the only one there but the band is so sweet and welcoming that you ignore the pit in your stomach. What you thought would be a short meet and greet quickly turns into an all night bender. You don’t mean to get as intoxicated as you do but the band is just so insistent and so soft.

The drummer is pulling you into his lap rubbing his rough hands absentmindedly up and down your arms. They hand you drink after drink and at one point when you try to wriggle away from taking another sip they force the entire thing down your throat until you’re spluttering mess.

It should scare you but the way the bassist softly wipes the spilled drink from around your mouth while the rest of the band coos, combined with the copious amount of booze in your system, confuses you.

Pretty soon you’re out of your mind and can only focus on them, they’ll only let you focus on them. They take advantage of your inebriation to leave kisses and marks on any bit of exposed skin and their hands wander under the outfit you’d so carefully put together just for them.

Not going all the way but proving they could if they really wanted to. Eventually you slump against them, if you were anyone else they’d be upset at you for ruining their fun but you weren’t just anyone. Instead the singer gathers your limp form into their arms and one after the other they shuffle out of the messy room and towards home. Just a band and their forever groupie.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

you'll be back.

Yandere rockstar x reader

A/n: this was very rushed so I'll fix it later, but please enjoy! 🌺

Tw: dub con turns to non con, breeding kink, obsessive behavior, yandere ex boyfriend, very minor angst

🎸you hated him. Hated his guts, his handsome looks, the way he'd wrap his arm around your waist as if you were still dating. His spotless dark skin you were so envious of, that dumb charismatic smile. You hated it. Why did he do this to you? Always running back and begging you to let him stay for a while. And you'd let him. Why? You didn't know

🔥 Maxine knew. It's because you still loved him. He knew you did. Why else would you let him climb into your bed and hold you close? Why else would you let him kiss your lips? Why else would you let him undress you slowly with so much love

🎸he was a mess for you, no matter how many fans he had, they could never replace you. All the girls he slept with after your breakup? None of them compared. He loved you more than his love for the life he had. But if he did, why did he pick it over you?

🔥 highschool sweethearts, well, up until you both graduated and he started a band. They were small, but slowly grew in the following year. Having multiple companies reach out in hopes of striking a record deal. Soon, nightly Melodies came to be.

🎸you forgot his bandmates names, they weren't really important to you since they didn't bother trying to know their leaders lover. Good riddance you say. You never liked how that drummer kept staring at him.. not to mention his fans were psychopaths. Harassing you online and sometimes even in real life. He didn't even care after you'd complain about it

🔥you were eachother's first time, first everything. So ofcourse it hurt when you finally confronted him after he skipped your date night for the 10th time that month. He never had time for you anymore, brushing you off in favor of hanging out with his "friends"

"just calm down babe geez.. it's not that big of a deal.."

"not that big huh? Well then, if you care so little about actually being a good boyfriend, consider yourself single."

🎸you left him to stare at you in shock as you packed your bags, he tried stopping you. Begging you to stay, blocking the door, standing behind your car as you tried driving away. He promised he could change. But you knew otherwise. You were done

🔥months later, he stalks your socials and keeps sending you gifts. All until you start to crumble and let him in slowly. He knew you wouldn't last long. His reputation and band be damned. All he wanted was you.

🔞you could only stare at him, unsure as he kissed the valley between your breasts and trailed lower, hands rubbing up and down your sides. You could feel his dick press against your leg, your clothing scattered all over the bedroom floor

"there there pretty baby.. let me take care of you hm? Such a good girl.. want me to fuck this pretty pussy as a reward? Hm?"

🔞he slowly pushes the tip inside after teasing you relentlessly for what seemed like hours. Letting out Little groans as he slipped in inch by inch. Praising you for taking him so well, cutting himself off and letting out a lewd gasp after he felt you squeeze him

🔞 he starts off slow and steady, he doesn't last long as he's practically fucking you into the bed. Crying out tears of euphoria at the feeling of you sucking him in deeper, the tip bullying your cervix

"f-uuuckkk pretty ma', hah.. I don't think I can last long- a-ah!"

🔞he refuses to stop after cumming inside you once. Babbling something about knocking you up and filling you up with his children. Gathering some sense of clarity you tried begging him to stop, but he clamped a hand over your mouth. Pinning you down and angling your hips higher. Blue eyes staring down at you with manic glee

🔞drool drips down his chest as he pants and groans, he only stops until he's fully drained and each touch of his skin makes his hips spasm. Pulling you flush against him he practically purrs, nuzzling his face into your chest. You couldn't help but wince at the cold feeling of his lip piercings rub against your bare skin. Tiredly reaching a hand up to play with his dark curly hair

🔞you better hope the test comes back positive, because if it doesn't he'll just keep going every night until you're swollen with his child. This may dampen his image a bit but he couldn't care less. Staring fondly at your tummy and the ring on your finger. He was holding your hand as you both Walked into an important event, He couldn't wait to introduce you to everyone as his wife!

[famwhy]

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited..."

"...for this moment?"

Diary of a Wimpy Kid

Yandere! Rodrick Heffley X F!Reader

Synopsis: Rodrick Heffley couldn't believe his own luck; you noticed him—you noticed him. This must've been fate, right? You must've loved him, there was no way you didn't. And if you loved him, then what he was doing was okay, right?—there was nothing wrong with it? Of course not, after all, you two were going to get married in the future, he was sure of it! All of this would just turn out to be a silly story you would tell your future kids about how you two first met. Yeah, that's all this was—one big, silly story.

Warnings: Mean!Reader, Depictions of toxic relationships, Stalking

"Dude, you're staring again."

Rodrick knew; he knew that he was staring again. But, how could he not? How could he not stare when the most drop-dead gorgeous girl in school was within just 10 feet of him?—when you were right there, before his very own eyes?

So close, and yet, so far.

"Dude!"

You stood by your locker—lips painted in that really pretty shade of cherry red to match with your striking eyeliner—basically demanding everyone's undivided attention; attention which you undoubtedly got.

Though, even if you—by some chance in this fucked up world—didn't receive that attention, Rodrick wouldn't hesitate to give it to you; Rodrick would give all of that attention times ten to you. Hell, if you so much as asked him for it, Rodrick would give you the world.

"Hey!"

He was melting—he knew he was—turning into putty at your very arms, even if they weren't anywhere near him. Regardless, his bones morphed into mush and his face went as red as the lipstick you adorned on that pretty mouth of yours he longed to get a taste of. 

He could gaze at you for days and never get enough.

What he couldn't gaze at for days, however, was what occurred next.

A pair of strong arms sprung out of nowhere, wrapping around your torso and lifting you into the air in a way that had molten lava coursing through the Heffley's veins, heating up his insides and igniting a fire within; a fire that ached to burn the male adorning a bright, varsity jacket beside you.

His eyes narrowed, teeth grinding over one another and skin losing all hints of previous colour, going as blank as an empty canvas sat aboard an abandoned easel at the sight before him.

That man—Lenwood Heath—oh how Rodrick loathed him; despised the very air he breathed; cursed the very home he inhabited. If the ground you strutted over was worshipped by the aspiring musician, then the ground that Lenwood trudged over was spat on by him.

Oh, how he could just picture it now, wrapping his hands around the neck of that pathetic, little—

"Heffley!"

Rodrick blinked, suddenly able to register the hand waving before his very eyes. "Huh?"

The blurry form in front of him quickly grew clear with a couple more blinks, revealing one of his best friends with a brow raised, lips pulled taut, and a pointed look on his face. "You fazed out staring at her again."

A longing sigh left the lips of the drummer. "Can you blame me, Chris? She's just so... so..."

"Hot?"

"Ethereal," Rodrick smiled, tunnel vision drowning out the dumb teen next to you in favour of only seeing you. "She'll love me one day, I know it."

"Dude—" Chris deadpanned, "—she doesn't even know you exist."

"Uh, yeah she does," responded the other musician, "Of course she knows I exist."

Chris' lips pulled up after that, and—even through his peripheral—Rodrick could see the smugness radiating off his friend's smirk. "Oh yeah? Prove it. Walk over there right now and say hi."

"What do you think this is? Some high school drama? I'm not doing that."

"Alright dude," came the voice of his friend again, taking on a bit of a defeated tone this time, "just tryna help you build up your confidence, that's all."

Rodrick's face scrunched up, now turning to fully face his friend and fellow band member. "My confidence is—"

A light 'ahem' cut through the air.

The Heffley whipped his head to the side—brows furrowing and lips parting in preparation for a sassy speech—when he saw just who exactly was clearing their throat at him.

His breath audibly hitched in his throat, wind getting stuck in his pipe—hindering his ability to respire as his vision flooded with that familiar pink he knew all too well. 

"Do you mind?" The question came out your pretty lips with an air of both boredom and your own bit of sass—both fists placed upon your hips as you stared at him pointedly.

Oh, you stared at him—you were staring at him.

Holy shit.

He didn't know what to do; what to say; what to think. His mind was a muddled-up mess with you sat in the middle of it all—in the eye of the storm, occupying your throne within his thoughts while the rest of his head went to shit.

But, the real you, the one stood before him right now, was quickly growing impatient. He could tell from the way you started tapping your foot against the ground in a quick rhythm—one of your cuter habits, he noticed; not that they weren't all cute.

A huff—escaping your lips; exasperated and very much fed-up. He was losing you. 

No, no, no, no, no.

His eyes widened, pupils shaking as his breath grew quicker and shorter and sharper. A tightness grew about his chest, contracting his lungs—folding them in on themselves—and tensing his muscles to the point they turned into multiple ropes that unfairly seized him by the throat.

He was panicking, and so—as any panicking person would do—said the first thing that popped into his head—

"Y/N."

—it was your name, of course. That was always at the forefront of his mind.

You scrunched up your nose in that super cute way that you do before speaking again—tone sounding a little... judgemental—"Do I know you?"

A harsh jab to his side and a pair of smug eyes burning a hole through his head followed after that sentence. Annoying.

With a quick glare directed straight at Chris, Rodrick rose his right arm to rub the left—as if to get rid of the lingering buzz of pain left in his friend's wake—before devoting his full attention back to you. "It's uh, Heffley—Rodrick Heffley?"

You narrowed your eyes, staring at him a little incredulously now—but he didn't mind, so long as you were staring at him and not past him, he didn't mind at all. Rodrick was on cloud nine anytime you gave him just an inch of attention, be it good or bad.

Everything about you was just so—

"Wait..." Rodrick blinked—today must've been his lucky day because you were gracious enough to greet him with lit up eyes once you broke through his thoughts. So pretty. "Heffley as in the same Heffley who destroyed Heather Hills' Sweet Sixteen?"

He grimaced a little at the memory, but nodded nonetheless. 

Your lips quirked up—by God, please place them on his—

"Y'know, I've been meaning to thank you for that..."

"Thank, uh—thank me?" Dear lord, he could feel his own heartbeat drumming against his ears.

"Yeah, thanks to you, I was able to take Hills' throne." A glint reflected off your beautiful eyes after you said that but Rodrick was too busy admiring your everything to decipher what it was. Was that a new pair of shoes? They suited you.

His eyes snapped back up to your face when a sudden warmth coated both of his shoulders, a familiar hand making its way into his peripheral. "Yup, that's my buddy." 

Your eyes briefly left the dark-haired male's form to flit over to his companion, and he found himself grinding his teeth against one another just as he had done before; the pink in his gaze quickly being replaced by a heated crimson.

But, as quick as the overwhelming urge to slam his own friend against the wall came—to rip his very skin off and watch as blood flowed straight out of him—it was gone—just in time for your eyes to return to the Heffley and send another explosion of those pretty, little insects to attack his insides and fill him with so much warmth, he found himself wishing to share it with you—

—God, please let him share it with you.

"Can you move now? I need to get to class." 

"Oh, uh, right." He damn-near stumbled over himself in order to make way for you, harshly shoving Chris to the side too—and if he could, he would've rolled out a red carpet for you as well. Your precious feet deserved more than the filthy school floor.

"Ack! Dude!"

Rodrick paid no mind to his friend's scowling form beside him—choosing, instead, to train his gaze onto your figure as it slowly grew smaller the further you walked away.

For a moment, as you brushed passed him, an overwhelming cherry scent flooded his nose, coursing through his innards to roll his eyes towards the back of his head and whisk him up into the air so that he could sit upon a cloud as high as the earth would allow; as high as you would allow.

But, of course, not higher than you—never higher than you. 

"She loves me—" Rodrick smiled; dopey and wide, "—I just know it."

"Whatever you say, dude."

'Whatever he says'? No, this was written in the stars. This was the epitome of fate; of destiny woven upon the finest of silks and stored in the most beautiful of halls—indestructible and unalterable.

This was love—true love.

And you knew it too—you must've. Why else would you have approached him the way you had? 

And it's because of your reciprocated feelings, that Rodrick felt perfectly fine with leaning forward in his seat next period—right up to the back of your neck—and taking another huge whiff that knocked him straight out of commission.

"The hell are you doing, Heffley?!" 

A voice snapped him out of his appreciation time—cruelly ripping him away from his blissful state of basking in your glory and forcing him to look over to his side.

Lenwood.

Rodrick rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat to kick his shoes atop his desk and rest his hands behind his head as he said, "Nothing."

The jock narrowed his eyes, brows furrowing as he parted his lips—gearing up for a threat, no doubt—when another voice cut through the air.

"Something the matter, Mr Heath?"

The jock quickly muttered out a denial before turning to face forward again.

Rodrick smirked.

"Mr Heffley, feet off the table please."

He rose his brows but said nothing, choosing to obey quietly—if only to have the opportunity to stay in the same room as you for just a little while longer.

Speaking of you, the commotion seemed to have caught your attention, because you spun around in your seat, eyes landing solely on his figure for the second time that day.

His breath hitched. It was definitely meant to be.

It stayed like that for a few moments, the two of you just staring at one another as the world dissipated into irrelevance around you. Your beautiful, E/C pools were enough for him to get lost in for hours—just as beguiling as the rest of you was. 

Alas, the moment couldn't last forever, and you shattered it with the tug of your lips downwards alongside the cute scrunch of your nose before spinning back around with the elegance of a ballroom dancer.

Ah, he could stare at you all day and never get enough.

He said that already, didn't he? Oh well, it deserved to be reiterated if the subject it was referring to was you.

Today had been a good day—one that he was sure would only end up getting better with the upcoming pep rally in a few periods time. An excuse to devote his entire attention to you without getting weird or judgemental looks? Yes please.

Though, to be entirely honest, he didn't care for those looks. He was too busy hoping, wishing, praying to be the one you woke up next to in the morning; the one whose embrace you cuddled into and found comfort within; the one who'd get to spend the rest of his life with you—

—God, please let him spend the rest of his life with you.

He couldn't help it—staring at you with the intensity he had during your cheer session once the pep rally did come around. 

Your lashes fluttered prettily as you peered up at the stands, hands covered by the balls you adorned and lips jutting out in that perfect pout that he just wanted to completely devour—

Ah, his throat was feeling a little dry. Just another effect you had on him.

Unfortunately, he had to part from the stands for a few moments to go grab himself a drink but, for you—his darling pretty girl—he made sure to rush back as soon as he possibly could.

Unfortunately, this speed of his meant that he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings, and not paying much attention to his surroundings could only lead to one thing: an incident.

The can in his hands slid straight out of his grasp, falling to the ground with a loud 'crash!' as liquid scattered the area, still bubbling and fizzing up even out of its container. A pair of white shoes seeped into brown at the end, and Rodrick found himself trailing the legs adorning them upwards, eyes falling upon a white skirt stained in the same brown that was slathered over the floor.

His gaze kept going upwards, only stopping when they met with an infuriated pair of dazzling eyes narrowed back at him; a familiar, infuriated pair of dazzling eyes.

"Ugh! What the fuck did you do, you freak?! You ruined my outfit! No wonder why Heather fucking hates you!"

No, no, no, no.

He was sorry, he was so sorry. Just don't hate him, please forgive him. God, he didn't know what he'd do with himself if you didn't forgive him.

He wanted to beg for your forgiveness—grovel on his knees and hold onto you like his fucking lifeline—but you were ushered into the toilet by those... friends of yours before he even had the chance, and he was left there, eyes wide as his whole body trembled.

Make it up to you. He had to make it up to you

But how could he when you were constantly surrounded by people who got in his way?—when you both were?

First Lenwood, then his own friend, and now, your friends.

Where could he get you completely and utterly alone?—when it could just be the two of you?

That was when it struck him, and his feet started moving before the cogs in his head even could.

He arrived before you—bathroom trips always took awhile when it came to you and your posse, so he didn't have to worry about you being faster than him.

Setting up wasn't too hard either, he knew where everything was and also learned enough from his dad about women to know how to woo one back into loving you.

All he had to do... was wait for you.

And wait he did. It felt like years had passed as he stood shrouded in darkness, each second as agonising and torturous as the last—if not, more so. But it was worth the wait—you were worth the wait—and soon, the sound of the door opening was accompanied by a loud yell.

"Mom! I'm home!"

Silence.

"Mom?!"

Again. Nothing.

"Fucking—of course."

His lips tugged down, heart practically being pulled on by the words that spilled from your mouth.

Yeah, sure it was convenient that your mom was never home, but he couldn't help the way he cursed the woman who gave birth to such an amazing being but didn't have the heart to properly stick around and bring her up.

But nevermind that, he could hear thuds growing closer to him.

A click. Then a flip. Then—

"What the actual fuck?!" 

Rodrick grinned, arms opening wide as his heart picked up in both pace and volume, drumming against his ears like he often would his set in band practice. "Welcome home, sweetheart!"

"Heffley?! What are you doing in my house?!"

Your eyes were wide, pupils shaking as your muscles lost their strength and your bag went tumbling down. Aw, you must've been happy to see him.

"I wanted to apologise," said he, "for earlier."

You blinked, still staring at him with that cute expression sewn onto your face.

For a few moments, nothing was said, and Rodrick found himself lowering his hands to awkwardly clear his throat.

Then, you spoke again, "Heffley, get... get out of my house."

"No."

"No..?"

"Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this moment?" As he spoke, he started slowly approaching you, and you started slowly backing away.

"Heffley..."

"No need for that anymore, babe." His smile grew wider and his cheeks grew hotter as the wall blocked you from moving any further—allowing the distance between the two of you to grow... shorter. "Just call me Rodrick, or honey, if you'd prefer."

"You're crazy..."

He could feel your breath now, right up against his skin. It was perfect, and only proved to send shivers down his spine. "It's okay, babe, no one's here now. It's just you and me. You can speak your mind without worrying about anyone else. Go on, tell me you love me."

Your features scrunched up at that, teeth grinding against one another as you spat, "I don't love you, psycho."

"Uh, yeah you do." He dismissed your words with a wave. "It's okay to admit you're in love."

"I'm not, you psycho. I barely know you."

Ah, you could be so cruel sometimes.

"Sure you do. You know me just like I know you—" another whiff, "—and how I know this is your favourite scent."

You were shaking much more violently now, body leaning up against the wall for support in a way that made him envy it—all this effort to get to where he was and your wall got more attention than he did? Absolutely not.

He looped an arm around the curve of your waist, basking in the way they fit together as perfectly as puzzle pieces, before pulling you into his chest and taking another deep inhale.

And just like that, you went limp in his arms.

Oh well, at least now he got to carry out his fantasy of being the one that got to wake up next to you.

Omg guys, I acc feel so bad for turning Rodrick into a creep in this, he's such a cutie in the movies.

[ultrone]

𝐍𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

i only write for young nat. she’s +18 in all smut content.

click here to see yellowjackets masterlist.

⋆ ꉂ one-shots — 2k+ wc

hunting lessons : post-crash — nat teaches you how to hunt.

black star : pre-crash — nat and you hate each other, and it's starting to annoy the rest of the team. so, they decide to forge an intervention by locking y'all up in a room together.

under the pale moonlight : post-crash — after the crash, your friends with benefits arrangement with nat takes an unexpected turn. the two of you become inseparable, seeking solace in each other's company and ignoring the past that tied the two of you together—will the feelings you once concealed resurface, or remain hidden under the surface?

all eyes on you — jealous!perv!nat spies on u through the gym’s surveillance cameras and gets jealous of lottie.

⋆ ꉂ drabbles — 1k to 2k wc

spider lottie x black cat nat x ordinary reader : au

settle down

⋆ ꉂ blurbs — wc less than 1k

soft make-out sesh with nat : pre-crash

nat comforting you late at night

mean girl lottie and bsf nat

⋆ ꉂ headcanons — bulletpoints

dating nat scatorccio : pre-crash

her reaction to being jealous, simping and angry

yandere nat scatorccio : pre-crash to post-crash

drummer!gf!nat : au

older sister nat : pre-crash or modern au

nat scatorccio with soft princess-like gf

vampire!nat

fuckgirl!nat / fuckgirl!nat falling in love w reader

protective!nat x pregnant!reader

⋆ ꉂ tags

nat scatorccio thoughts — contains every ask i’ve answered that is related to her.

[mastermasterlist1p1]

Stuff i like

Anyone has some good stories without the smut? I don't care about the fandom

Whump :

[tw choking, manhandling, captivity, stockholm syndrome, masochistic whumpee]

Vampire x human whumpee (A centuries old vampire takes in a mortal bloodbag as a gift from his maker. )

some Stockholm

what's best

giving information

Two Weeks of Whump Masterpost

The Scry Masterlist

Clove Masterlist

The Scry

🩸 Kane & Jim Masterlist🩸

Blood catalase

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old bones

The Promise

White moves first pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

Bruises

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JJK :

defiance masterlist | king!sukuna x servant!reader by @yenayaps

moments in twilight (sukuna basically in love)

Yuuta x reader (basically yuuta is like a yandere but reader is okay with it, literally the best one I've read I LOVE IT)

Haunted (toji x reader)

synopsis in which satoru really needed to start reading the gc more often. solves a lot.

tell me about love (show me how) | gojo satoru

❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ PROF. GETO'S CLASS IS SO HARD, BUT HE'S SO HOT!! ❞. Pt.2

AURORA BOREALIS GREEN

Bad Habit (hitman!tōji fushiguro x reader | 17k) (this THIS 😻😻😻)

Say yes to heaven (gojo)

Beat of my heart pt.2 (college au - drummer! gojo x psychology major! reader)

Shameless (king to be gojo x f! Servant)

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ! (Gojo)

Taking what's not yours (bully gojo) masterlist pt.1

Jjk fanfics

𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Hero, villain and stuff :

Protective ( villain x villain stuff, Supervillain swoops in to help them out of their misery )

Hero x villain (hero has wings and she's basically a monster)

Some romantic hero x villain 😏

Hero x medic

Bodily Responses

"I love you."

Hero got amnesia

Mutually Assured Destruction (DAAMAMMMNNNNN EVERYONE NEEDS TO READ IT)

Hero has amnesia from an injury Villain caused. Guilty, Villain took them in until their memory returns

A Good Roommate Is Hard To Find pt.2 pt.3 pt.4

Kidnapped by the Boss pt.6

First meeting (dork villain and hero)

Sweet dreams : pt.1 pt.10

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Masterlists :

@treasuringizu masterlist

Watercolorfreckles masterlist

Masterlist of oddsconvert (whumpee stuff)

Masterlist of thepenultimatword

Jazz's Master List

Neptunsopening

arealphrooblem masterlist

im-a-wonderling's masterlist

treasuringizu's masterlist

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Mixte1963 :

Joseph Descamps x Michel pt.2 pt.3 (it's on Ao3 ) A Mixte 1963/Voltaire High fanfiction about Michèle Magnan and Joseph Descamps

Joseph Descamps x reader

I don't know

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BNHA :

Deku × reader (ok so deku is a pro hero famous and stuff but he's lonely and needs a partner, meets reader and decides to date her but reader is a thief. I won't die peacefully unless there's a pt 2)

Katsuki x reader (divorced, it's Christmas)

He hadn't meant to fall in love. (Katsuki x reader)

Shigaraki being touched starved

Love like a ghost (shigaraki x reader)

Yandere Vampire!Shoto x Human!reader

Touya x reader

vitality : pt.1

Accidental Boyfriend (tomura x reader)

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Denji with a Codependent gf!

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Some stuff I didn't read yet

Hmm1

Hmm2

"creature of myth."

[coleszzzworld]

Title-come a little closer.

Drummer bakugo! X lead singer ! reader (fem pronouns )

Non quirk AU! , Band Au!

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A/N ✰~surprisingly this isn’t a yandere fic :0 I’ve been reading band Au’s for mha and I wanted to make one….even tho this isn’t a yandere fic , it’ll still be a lil dark just like my soul:)

TRIGGER WARNING! ✰~cussing , mentions of weed , alcohol use , some depressing topics, bakugo literally hating reader at first but eventually falling madly in love with her , toxic relationships , POSITIVELY DO NOT READ IF EASILY TRIGGERED. ✰~Enjoy the fall. ✰~🐇♦️🖤

✰~“Ten thousand people stand alone now”~ ✰

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“I fucking quit!” Tera screams in the blonde males face , “your a piece of shit bakugo! You and this god awful band! , with out me you guys are fucked!!“ she says pointing at his chest , “and above all , you need me . With out me….your a nobody, you’ll be lonely! , your such a idiot katsuki bakugo.” She says then walking out the door, all of bakugo’s thoughts are racing. He hasn’t even reacted , he’s not mad , or sad , or happy….he can’t feel anything.

‘Maybe she’s right .. your definitely gonna be lonely. And your a piece shit .’ A voice says in his head , eventually he walks out pulling his hood up , walking to the nearest bar to drink his feelings away .

Eventually Three months later , you came . Bakugo hated you for it . He didn’t want you taking the lead singer position. He wants Tera to come back . To sing….And love him. He’s been trying to keep that position open for her . But she never came back . The whole reason she left was because she wasn’t nice to the band or bakugo . She would manipulate him , and bully the rest of the band . The fame hit her to hard . She would treat the band like she was all the talent and they were a bunch of nobody’s…..She doesn’t care about nobody but her self . Deep down bakugo hoped she cared for him ….. “Oi!” Bakugo says aggressively walking up to you , “who the fuck are you ?” He says getting up in your face , before you could respond kirishma responds for you , “bakubro she’s the new lead singer !” He smiles at him , bakugo literally felt like it was the end of the world . You replaced Tera’s spot. She supposed to come back . She supposed to come back…and love him . And never leave him . “Hell she is ! , listen here dumb ass your not apart of the band so get lost you -“ you cut him off , “listen dude you need to chill, I’m here to stay . “ you say as you shrug your shoulders, he doesn’t even reply he simply walks away mumbling curse words .

Eventually the band went on tour and you guys did your newest song in Japan and the crowd went wild . They loved you !, even people said you were better then Tera , seeing that all over social media pissed bakugo off so bad ….Yeah you were a okay singer but your not better then tera, it pissed him off so much , he literally barged into your hotel room , “what the hell is this ?” He says as he holds your phone in-front of your face , you take a hit off the bong before replying, “look dude , I don’t -“ you cough trying to clear the smoke out of your chest , eventually you respond “as I was saying, I don’t control the media, if they say I’m better then this ‘tera’? , then that’s their opinion, I don’t even know her… “ you say before taking another hit of your bong , then eventually speaking again, “so who is Tera , is she a singer or something.” You say looking at a fuming bakugo , “your such a dumb ass ….. And yeah she’s a singer , used to be our singer before you took her spot .” He says annoyed , “dude what?, kiri said the old singer was kicked out . And she wasn’t nice to the band…or you . She sounds like a bitch….In my opinion, look Im not trying to piss you off or anything…but if someone you love isn’t treating you or your friends right…then they gotta go .” You say shrugging your shoulders , bakugo thinks about it for a little bit , I mean he always knew it wasn’t right . But he needed someone to tell him how fucked up it was . And it had to come from you . He was beyond mad that you said that, but also felt a bit comfortable with you since you said that .

Before he could respond you hold out the bong to him , “you want a hit?…you look like you need it!” You say looking at him smirking. All he could think about …is how caring you are towards him….. no ! What is he thinking , he’s supposed to be hating you for taking Teras spot . But he can’t turn down some weed . “Fine dumb ass” he responds taking the bong .

And since that you guys talked all night , talking about your past , your goals , where you see yourself in the future, if aliens are real , you know some high talk . To the point where you and bakugo are laying on the floor together looking at the ceiling listening to what ever band is playing. He eventually looks at you . How could you be this beautiful. Your a great person . Your laid back . You tell it how it is . Your not snobby. Or spoiled . You care for other people…and other peoples emotions. Your selfless…..He wanted you . Eventually you turn your head to look at him , “…what ya looking at?” You say smiling, “n-nothing dumbass!” He responds looking away , “so um….if Tera was so bad , why didn’t you guys kick her out earlier. ?” You ask confused looking at him , he eventually looks at you before responding, “I didn’t want her….to leave. I would convince the band to just ignore her and stay out her way . Until they did the right thing and kicked her out , well she wanted to make it like she quit but she got kicked out. I didn’t …want her to leave me . I hate….feeling lonely .” He says looking into your eyes , “well , you know what bakugo your a great person. I mean your a little mean . But your a cool person and even tho you made a mistake by convincing your friends to stay quiet. What matters is what you do to make up for it . And you didn’t deserve what she did to you . She’s the shitty person not you .” You say staring into his eyes .

Eventually you both kiss , you pull back , “…oh bakugo, I didn’t think you liked me like that “ you say giggling, “sh-shut up.” He says shyly but still aggressive, eventually you pull him into another kiss . Maybe you weren’t a dumb ass overall .

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A/N- ( YOOO YALL WANT THIS AS A SERIES?🤨LMK CAUSE ILL DO IT FR 😭)

[btsydtrash]

Euphoria [3]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn't know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now... How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / fluff)

Masterlist  /  i don’t have a tag list  /  find me on twitter  /  word count: 2.7k

tw: violence, graphic depiction of vomit (emetophobia), eating disorders, yandere behavior, death of an animal, intense jealousy

Chapter 3 - Withdrawal

After that chance meeting with Taehyung, Jungkook decides he needs to act, and soon. But, he needed to get his bearings. It takes him a couple of days to work up the courage, and during that time, he couldn’t even come and see you. He had to stay as far away from the library, the safe space that he had cultivated for the two of you, too fearful that Taehyung would spot him from the shadows and uncover his giant crush on you.

He had to keep you safe.

The thing is, his brother weren’t dangerous - they were… protective.

Jungkook had never feared them, not even when he and JImin had fought that one time and he got sliced in his face with the blade the shorter man kept in his breast pocket. He bled, they laughed, he got patched up, he didn’t piss the other boy off on purpose again. Besides, he got his get back when he dislocated Jimin’s shoulder and pressed until he saw him cry. That day, Jimin learned not to touch his things the hard way.

They had all bumped each other the wrong way, but they had never, ever, moved with the intention of actually causing serious harm. Nothing that the others couldn’t handle.

But this felt new, it felt raw and delicate, as if one wrong move would mean the end of everything he knew to be real.

He reminds himself of the time when he got a pet rabbit from one of the other boys at school. The boy’s own pet had had too many kids so he was giving away the animals for free. The smallest one had caught his eye, a pathetic thing with red eyes and a small nose at the bottom of the ragged box. The last to be chosen. In some ways, it reminded Jungkook of hismelf. He held it up by its neck and watched it flail and shudder in fear. Its back legs didn’t work well, and it would have probably died if he hadn’t taken it in.

His father hated all kinds of animals, so he couldn’t keep it for long, but still, something took over him and he snuck it into his house in his jacket pocket and he hid it in his room under his bed, for as long as he could, until the smell got him caught by the cleaner.

His Dad had screamed himself silly, red around the collar and spitting with rage. Jungkook had earned a slap in the face for his trouble. He remembers nothing of the incident, of course, much like most of his childhood. The only thing that is seared into the fabric of his memory is the popping sound of the rabbit being squished under his Dad’s foot when he panicked and stepped on it.

He hadn’t even gotten to name it yet.

It was for the best, he supposes. His life practically fell apart the following year and he ended up leaving school at fifteen, never to return. Yes, he thinks, for the best.

This all brings him back to now, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stares at the heavy doors at the apex of the staircase that would lead him to you. He doesn’t know why he’s so nervous. It has only been three days. He could barely give himself three days away from you. How pathetic. The weather was brisk, this morning, and he draws his collar in closer to protect his face from the sharp wind. He knows he should go in, he knows he looks weird just loitering outside, but today is the day and his palms are sweating with how nervous he is.

He glances in a nearby mirror for a moment, surveying his hair. He got a fresh-cut, an undercut but still, with some length in the front. He remembers Jimin saying once that his hair looked sexy that way. Taehyung had seemed to agree, and although he isn’t unaware of his appearance, something about you makes him feel shy. He wonders if this was a style that you would like. He would change, of course, if you didn’t like it. He’d change anything if you wanted him to. He shifts his clothes, fixing them on his broad frame and he tangles the necklace that always dangles around his neck between his fingers. Another one of his annoying, nervous ticks that brings him a wash of calm and peace. When the ringing in his ears dies down, he about-faces the door and powers ahead.

There isn’t any way to avoid the inevitable, he thinks, before he pishes the heavy doors open and his skin flushes at the change in temperature. Despite how monumental this day feels for him, the energy of the room is almost mundane.

Unable to help himself, he glances to where you usually would sit, and feels his stomach drop when he doesn’t see you in your place. He scans the desk, heart pounding a touch faster, but he can’t spot your perfect face anywhere. He turns slightly to look over at the other librarian, but the old fart is alone, and he barely stops himself from cursing.

He tightens his grip on the necklace and exhales, closing his eyes tightly and forcing himself to calm down.

What’s the time?

He looks down at his watch. 9:36am. You should be here by now. You started at 7:30am and finished at 5pm. You didn’t take your break until after midday. You were prompt, never late in the weeks that he had been surveilling you. You even sometimes came early with snacks for yourself or the other workers (something he begrudged of the older ladies with so much vitriol that it surprised him).

You should be here.

“And that’s the tour,” he hears your twinkling voice off in the distance say, and his eyes shoot open to see you rounding a corner. In a moment, his whole body relaxes and a smile comes to his face, as if a moment ago, he wasn’t about ready to have a meltdown for missing you. “I hope I didn’t go too fast and that you were able to keep up.”

A tall, dark-haired man with glasses shuffles into sight and instantly, Jungkook feels hot-blooded rage fill his body, because who the fuck is that?

“It’s fine, YN,” he says, and the familiar way in which he whispers your name makes Jungkook see red. Blood rushes past his ears and he bites down on his tongue to keep the shriek inside his throat. “You were very easy to follow.”

Any person with eyes could see how flirtatious this man was being with you. His body language, all directed your way. His eyes, tracking your gorgeous features. His chest, puffing out at odd intervals to show you how large and broad he was. Jungkook wanted to stomp a hole in his head until he saw his skull crack.

Were you wearing makeup today?

“I’m glad,” you reply, and you look away, giving a friendly giggle, and the whole of Jungkook’s stomach falls to the floor.

You like him.

You must like him.

Look at the way you are speaking; how soft you are being, how warm you are smiling. He feels his body slump over in sadness and his eyes sting. He hates today. He hates today so fucking much. But, he can’t seem to make his brain come online to make himself leave. He just watches, like always has, like a pathetic miserable loser, as the girl he thought he was just about to make his disappears, like smoke.

He feels sick.

“Are you okay, young man?”

He blinks a little, and the tears gathering in his eyes do fall as the motion. He sniffs, glancing up, purposefully trying to keep more from coming, but the lump in his throat feels too big and he can’t breathe properly. “I- Uh, I…” He gags on his vomit. “-rry.”

He rushes past the older lady, making a beeline straight for the bathroom because he isn’t going to make it outside and to his car before he throws up.

He doesn’t know why he feels so hurt, so betrayed, but his entire body feels like it’s burning up inside at the mere sight of you being so warm to another.

He wants to dig it out, this feeling, with his bare hands and throw it into the ocean.

Jungkook shoulders into the bathroom and slams the door loudly behind him, shoving his body into the nearest cubicle and resting his elbow against the side as he empties his practically-barren stomach.

He couldn’t eat anything this morning, with how excited he was, and somehow he is distantly grateful. Bringing up coffee and fruit is much easier than whole food. He relaxes his tongue and lets his body do the work, like Jimin had taught him all those years ago when he had started hating the way his body looked.

Neither of them did that anymore, but sometimes in the dark of night, Jimin looks for him and the two reminisce of the times where they both thought that the goodness they saw in each other never existed within themselves.

“Sir, are you okay?”

It was your voice. He clenches his fist and another wave of bile comes out, but he tries hard to stop it, clenching tighter until he feels his nails break into his skin and blood wells to the surface.

A light rap of your knuckles against the door feels like a thunder clap with how loud is sounds in the quiet of the bathroom. “Are you okay? Do you need us to call an ambulance?”

Your voice is so sweet up close, but it isn’t as soft as he had imagined. There is a raspiness to it, that compels him to listen more. An earthy tone that stirs awake something that had been sleeping in him.

You ask, closer this time, and he hears the click-clack of your short heels against the tiles of the bathroom, “Can I come in?”

He grunts a denial and you make a small squeak of a sound, as if surprised. He does sound guttural, like an animal, and he feels like one too. Wounded and hurt, he wants to lash out but he already looks insane as it is. He can’t let you see him like this.

“That’s okay, I won’t come in,” you soothe and he relaxes against the wall of the cubicle. His stomach is still rolling and he feels dizzy, so he closes his eyes, turning his face up to the cieling. “But I want to give you some water, is that okay?”

He doesn’t respond.

“I’m sliding a bottle under the door, okay? It’s cold water. Well, maybe not as cold as it should be but it hasn’t been opened,” you say, and there’s a slight lilt in your voice, like you were trying to lighten the mood. She ducks down and slides the bottle under, and he catches sight of your wrist, and the bangles that jangle gently around your thin wrist. “Did you eat something bad?”

He makes a noncommittal sound and drains half the bottle in seconds, practically gasping around the neck. This was a gift from you. A part of him wants to sniff it, to see if he can commit your scent to memory but he realizes how despicable that is and stamps on the urge immediately. Instead he rests the rest of the cold water against the back of his neck and tries to get his breathing under control.

“Are you hungover? I noticed you hadn’t been here for a couple of days,” you say, gently, but there’s an edge of something in your voice. Jungkook can’t focus on that, though, because it takes a second for your words to register in his brain.

You… noticed?

“I guessed you might have been sick or something,” you continue, giggling a little, genuinely shy this time, as if ashamed. “It’s just that, you know, the library isn’t that big and we kind of get the same faces in. So I, uh, see when people come and then don’t come. Don’t, uh, don’t think I’m weird or anything.”

He fights the urge to punch the air and instead bites down on the meat of his palm to keep himself from grinning too widely. He flushes the toilet, swilling his mouth out and spitting for good measure, before he steps out, fixing a cautious expression on his face.

“Thanks,” he says, holding up the bottle. “For the water.”

You stare at him, eyes becoming wider as he exits the cubicle and you take in just how large he was in comparison to you. “No… problem.”

He half-smiles, trying not to show teeth because he wants to be cool, damn it. “Can I?”

Jungkook gestures to the sinks and you jump, realizing that you were blocking his path to washing his hands. You scuttle out of the way and he chances a glance at you in the mirror but you are firmly staring at the door, cheeks ruddy and gnawing at your bottom lip. He knows that this image of you is going to haunt him dead into the night.

He asks, as he lathers soap in both of his hands, distracting himself from staring at you too much in the mirror, “You know, this is the men’s room, right?”

You jolt, turning your attention back to him. “You might have needed help.”

He suggests, washing the suds from his fingers and palms, “Nobody else was available?”

“You sound like you’re being picky,” you retort, lightly.

He dries his hands on the back of his pants and shrugs. “Not picky. Just curious.”

“Your curious sounds too close to ungrateful,” you sniff, crossing your arms over your chest, the material of your blouse bunching up at the chest and he averts his eyes straight to Hell itself. “And for your information, there was someone else. But he’s new and hasn’t been officially hired yet, so it just made sense for me to come in.”

He knows he shouldn’t but he asks, trying to keep his tone light and as far away from the broiling jealousy that he feels, “The guy outside?”

You make a face, surprised and curious blended into one, and he curses you for how cute you are. You respond, “You saw him?”

Jungkook freezes instantly, and feels his ears burn. He half-shrugs and rubs the back of his neck, stuttering, “I saw some guy before I got dizzy. I wasn’t p-paying attention.”

You seem contemplative for a moment, before you let his barely-there explanations go. “Do you feel better?”

He exhales, gut still rolling, but now, it’s from nothing but nerves instead of a disgusting mixture of jealousy and hopelessness.

He twists the bottle in his hands, unable to look you in your eyes for long, feeling his toes curl in his shoes with how nervous he feels. “Yeah… I’m okay.”

You suggest, rocking up a little on your toes, “I have some crackers in my bag, if you want them?”

He casts a side-long glance your way and instantly, feels the air leave his lungs. Your side profile is so endearing - the slope of your nose, the way your lips part, the color of your cheeks, the fanning of your lashes framing your beautiful eyes. It was all so much, so perfect up-close. You were always beautiful, always so fucking stunning, but now, he can’t get enough of the sight of you.

It’s then that his brain catches up with his body. You want to share your food with him? He can’t think of a better situation to really get to know you, to let you get to know him, to actually show you the kind of person he is.

He jumps at the chance, and he hopes his enthusiasm isn’t shown too clearly on his face.

He’s wrong, of course.

He looks like an excited puppy, and despite his large size, his visible tattoos painting his knuckles and forearms and the scar on his face that would usually fill you with apprehension, all you seem to want to do is scratch behind his ear, wind him up and watch him dance.

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[kingkatsuki]

Dont be shy... show us them bakukiri x reader list fics 👁👄👁

I’m trying to remember as many as I can but I know I’ll inevitably end up forgetting some! If there’s any you think I’ve missed send me an ask!💕

Breakthrough - @/trafalgars-temptress & me!

Of course the first fic I’m gonna recommend is my collab with Ry. I still can’t believe it’s got this many notes but it was so much fun to write 😭

If you would take this chance then I’ll take it too - @/strawberry-nugget

Bakugou being a filthy voyeur and I am completely here for it.

Tall Over Ice - @/sweetnsinful

Established relationship krbk letting reader join in on their couple? Hot fucking concept. This is so good!

Greed - @/katsukikitten

Bakugou is so so soooo mean in this and it’s one of my faves.

Untitled - @/lookslikeleese

I am eagerly awaiting a part two to this because villain Bakugou and villain Kirishima just hit different.

Survival Of The Fittest - @/yandere-daydreams

You know how much I love apocalypse AUs but this was something else. 10/10. I could read about this forever.

Period Sex - @/rat-zuki

They’d take care of you so well and not even feel any way about it

Need - @/katsukisprincess-archive

Kirishima getting hit with a sex pollen quirk and Bakugou being the nicest friend ever and letting him fuck his girl.

New Years Eve - @/bakugotrashpanda

I’m sorry I always rec this fic but it just makes me feel so fucking loved and wanted.

Anything, For You - @/cutesuki--bakugou

Drummer Bakugou and Guitarist Kirishima fuck a fan? Need I say more. And Sarah did the hottest art ever to accompany this too.

Oh my god they were roommates - @/makoodles

Probably one of the hottest Krbkreader fics of all time? Probably—

Unnamed Forehead Content - @/secondhand-trash

Cadence literally hates me whenever I rec this but it’s my two fave boys, my fave body part and reader. What’s not to love?

Office Hours - @/queensynderella

This fic is honestly so top tier you’ll need to sit down after.

We’re Here - @/phasmwrites

Nat wrote this for me when I was going through one of the toughest times I’ve had for years and I still cherish and reread it to this day.

Meatiness (spice things up) - @/monst

This fic is so frigging hot with meatball Kirishima👀

Untitled - @/hisoknen

Bakugou letting Kirishima fuck his girlfriend will always be one of the hottest concepts.

I feel like I’m forgetting loads I’m so sorry .-.

[mango-bango-bby]

Maybe punk!kyo where he still has a crush on his teammates sister but the reader’s boyfriend breaks up with reader because of him and Kyotani confesses?

-🎾

♡ Cheer Up ♡

(A/N: Ahhhh I’ve been dying to write more punk!Kyo 😭😭😭 I absolutely loved writing this!! I hope you like this, and I want to write more for punk!Kyo 💖💘💕)

Content Warning ⚠️: Yandere, slight violent thoughts, breaking up, drummer!Kyo, punk!Kyo, smoking, Kyo is a secret softie 💞💞

Summary: Kyotani’s threats finally work on your boyfriend and he breaks up with you. Only problem, he didn’t expect how sad you were going to be about the break up (Yandere!Kyotani x GN!Reader)

Masterlist ➸ ♡

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Kyoutani couldn’t get you out of his mind. He never could. Especially now, all he could think of was you and that bastard of your boyfriend.

He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted to hurt that stupid boyfriend of yours. Even after threatening that boy to stay away from you, he didn’t. At least he thought he didn’t until today.

You came to watch band practice as usual although you didn’t bring your boyfriend this time. Much to Kyoutani’s pleasure. Although Kyoutani stayed after band practice, he decided to practice a bit more. After a little while of playing some songs, he decided it was finally time to leave.

Kyoutani flicks his lighter until a small flame finally shows up. He lights he cigarette he holds in his mouth before walking out. Before he can step out fully though, he hears small sniffles.

“What’s wrong with you?” Kyoutani asks, upon seeing you sitting outside with your knees to your chest. He curses himself for the way he said it, he was genuinely worried yet he sounded so harsh when he said it.

“I-It’s nothing” You mumble, wiping the tears from your tear stained cheeks. You look up at him, seeing him look down at you, definitely not believing that it’s nothing. “My boyfriend was supposed to p-pick me up but he just broke up with me over text so...” you say, lowering your head into your knees.

Kyoutani hated how sad you looked, like a kicked puppy. Yet he couldn’t help but feel a bit happy. You were much better off without that guy. You deserved someone better, someone better like Kyoutani.

He drops his cigarette to the floor, crushing it underneath his boot. “Come on, let’s go” He says, watching you look up at him with doe eyes. “What? Where are we going?” You sniffle, yelping when Kyoutani pulls you up onto your feet.

“Anywhere you want. Get your mind off of him” He says, watching your smile a bit. You cast your eyes to the ground. Kyoutani can’t get over how soft your hands feel in his. He could get used to that.

“Oh, um, okay” you smile, even if he looked a bit scary to you. He was definitely kind.

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[wattpadscapcons]

FNF Garcello Masterlist (Discontinued)

Garcello

Garcello & Overwhelmed Emotional S/O

Garcello w/ artistic S/O

Garcello w/ artistic S/O p2

Garcello w/ Drummer S/O

Garcello & Gamedev! S/O With Dumb Ideas For Games

S/O’s Art On Garcello's Album Cover

Garcello w/ Flirty S/O Garcello w/ Childish S/O

Garcello w/ S/O Who's Love Language Is Touch/ Shy about asking

Garcello & Careless S/O

Inhuman Speeds (Garcello)

Yandere Garcello Headcanons

Garcello With w/ S/O Finally Standing Up For Themselves

Garcello Taking Care Of A Tall Child (Reader)

General Garcello Headcanons

Garcello w/ Quiet Fem!S/O

Garcello w/ S/O Who "Borrows" Their Clothes

What Makes Them Snap At Their S/O (Garcello)

Painful Night Visions (Garcello Comfort)

FNF Characters Realizing They're In A Video Game (Garcello)

Garcello w/ Slow Processing! S/O

Garcello w/ Famous S/O

Garcello w/ An S/O Who Seems To Know Everything

Garcello w/ S/O With Perfume Collection

Garcello (Gifts)

Garcello w/ Ticklish S/O

Garcello w/ Loud & Extroverted S/O

Fake Friends (Comfort + Garcello)

Garcello w/ Short & Tough S/O

Garcello w/ Transmasc S/O That Likes Flowers And Their Meanings

Garcello w/ Tall? S/O

College Struggles (Garcello x reader)

Garcello w/ S/O Who Stars In Musicals

Garcello w/ FtM S/O (Dysphoria Comfort)

Fire Trauma (Garcello)

Astraphobia (Garcello)

Beating BF (Garcello)

Autophobia (Garcello)

Rich Parents (Garcello)

Traumatized (Garcello)

Garcello w/ Touch Starved S/O

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[moonlit-mizukage]

Summary: Popular punk band, Skull crusher, had to find a new drummer due to the sudden disappearance of the last one. As band manager and lead singer, Semi Eita's girlfriend, Y/l/n Y/n brings Kyotani, a rising internet drummer they found online into the picture. Everything was great at first, then Kuroo, the lead guitarist, started getting creepy messages and presents. Y/n is determined to find out who is trying to sabotage the band when things only take a turn for the absolute worst. Who could be the mysterious stalker really be? Is it their new band mate? Or could it be a close friend of one of the members? 

Main Pairings: F!reader x Semi Eita, Kuroo x His Stalker ??? 

Trigger Warnings: Swearing, some BxB, blood, stalker, yandere themes, unhealthy obsession, dead animals,  graphic violence, drinking alcohol, smoking, breaking and entering, property destruction, aggressive behaviours, sexual jokes, implied sex, murder, body horror, cannibalism????? Kinda??? Gosh this is just a ride of physical violence please 😭 (I may add more as time goes on) 

RATED 18+ CAUSE THIS WILL BE VIOLENT AND HAVE ADULT THEMES

Disclaimer: I do not own any Haikyuu characters. I also do not own the name of the band either. This is not a romance smau between the mains as the reader is already in a relationship with Semi. She becomes a detective basically to try and find who is causing such a commotion. This is also an AU, so most do not play volleyball except one or two background characters. Everyone is in their 20’s in this piece! 🖤 

Art disclaimer: I do not own any art in this fic. Shout out too @jellyfishsart for letting me use their amazing drawing of Kyotani for this smau!

Genre: Horror with a slice of romance 

Format: Smau and written (Mostly written!!) 

Updates: COMPLETE!!!

Taglist: Closed!

Introductions | Skull Crushers | Y/n’s Babies

Chapter one: It’s rock band time fuckers

Chapter two: Kiyoko blocked me :(

Chapter three -  THAT MOTHER FUCKER TRIED TO GRAB US!

Chapter four: The letter smells like Yukie

Chapter five: A cat fight in the bathroom you say?

Chapter six:  Hello Mrs. y/l/n, do you have a second to speak with us?

Chapter seven: Are we all on the list?

Chapter eight: Perfect

Chapter nine: A Present

Chapter Ten: No I’m calling the fucking cops

Chapter eleven: I’m sorry for your ears

Chapter Twelve: I just want to talk to him

Chapter thirteen: I deleted twitter too

Chapter Fourteen:  No, I have never seen these before.

Chapter fifteen:  LETS DO ITTTTTT

Chapter sixteen: Yachi please explain.

Chapter Seventeen: No I blocked him

Chapter eighteen: Home Visit

Chapter nineteen: I’d go crazy without you

Chapter twenty: You’re both sick!!

Chapter twenty one: I’m sorry I tripped

Chapter Twenty Two: I did this for us

Chapter Twenty three: Stop moving Asshole

Chapter Twenty four: I knew it was you

Chapter twenty five: Keiji?

Chapter twenty six: What the hell is going on?

Chapter Twenty seven:  What are you saying Eita?

Chapter Twenty eight: I’ll follow you until you love me

Chapter twenty nine: Please don’t look at me

Chapter thirty: Tetsuro...

Epilogue: Five years later

Taglist: @satan-ruler-of-hells @elianetsantana @elephantloser @putmeinyourdeathnote @levithansbabygirl @megumitodoroki @idontknow-whatto-callthis @jellyfishsart @freakydeaky226 @atria-avior @doodletingz​ @kac-chowsballs @twistedvalkyrie @ranu-chan @why-couldnt-it-be @thisnoodlewritesao3 @lady-tokugawa-of-mikawa @trashy-simp @inumakis-salmonroll @nyxeaa​ @random-fandom-girl-24 @faewraithsworld @je-suis-argent-miel​ 

[hellreads]

navigation for all the ficqueries sent over to me, ficqs with “lost” and “unknown” status will be sorted from oldest to newest while ficqs that are “found” will be sorted from newest to oldest.

if you have an idea what the fic these people are looking for please help out by sending a message/an ask/or a comment to the actual ask. [ askbox here 📮 ]

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OT7/MULTI/MXM

[ #67 ] ⇢ spacecrew!ot7 x oc + where she asks for porn, films porn for jimin and jungkook gets a hold of it, eventually everyone signed a form to fuck.

[ #64 ] ⇢ idol/bf!kth x gf!oc x idol!pjm + where taehyung cheats on her with ara so she decided to stay with jimin.

[ #62 ] ⇢ idol!ot7 x oc + where they are soulmates but she was afraid of army so she got her soulmate tattoo covered.

[ #58 ] ⇢ spacecrew!ot7 x oc + where she asks yoongi for porn but was told to get some from jimin.

[ #56 ] ⇢ couple!kth+pjm x surrogate!oc who gets eaten out by taehyung on their bathroom sink and sucks her breast milk because her tits hurt.

[ #44 ] ⇢ 365 fresh!au + where yoongi is running away from a gang, jimin accidentally killed the mayor, and hoseok is su*cidal, they ran away and ended up falling in love.

[ #43 ] ⇢ mafia!jjk x oc + where taehyung hosts a party and jungkook was dressed as a cop and oc loses a bet againt taehyung and was told to take him home.

[ #34 ] ⇢ myg x pjm + they met when they were toddlers at a playground and that’s where their friendship began.

[ #32 ] ⇢ bff!jhs x oc + who gets treated like crap so she dates yoongi and turns out he knows hoseok and it results in a big angsty love triangle. 

[ #30 ] ⇢ bff!kth x bff!oc + he dates a ton of girls then dates yoongi, but when she dates jungkook he gets jealous and ends up realizing he’s in love with her then kisses her.

[ #29 ] ⇢ bff!ksj x oc x fubu!jhs + she likes jin but he only sees her as a friend, hoseok catches feelings but she doesn’t feel the same, eventually, they end up together leaving jin alone with his feelings.

[ #25 ] ⇢ 365 fresh!au + jjk x pjm x barber!oc + who kills a man (follows the storyline of the mv) then there’s a sequel where they’re all together and have kids.

[ #14 ] ⇢ jjk x oc x kth + mafia!au + where she gets amnesia from a car accident and gets separated from jungkook because he was betraying his group.

[ #07 ] ⇢ greek gods!ot7 x oc + soulmate!au where oc reincarnates with every member.

[ #04 ] ⇢ rich brothers!ksj + pjm x oc + who wants their father’s inheritance so they ask the other members for help, oc is their maid who overhears their plans.

[ #02 ] ⇢ jjk +kth x myg x oc + taehyung and jungkook are listening to yoongi and oc at the door then yoongi invites them in.

KIM NAMJOON

[ #59 ] ⇢ yandere/professor!knj + who manipulated oc to be with him or he will fail jimin.

[ #19 ] ⇢ idol!knj x foreigner!oc + sm!au where she’s learning korean, they met at a cafe then introduces himself as “joon” and helps her with some pronunciation.

KIM SEOKJIN

N/A

MIN YOONGI

[ #53 ] ⇢ prince!myg + who replaces his brother prince!ksj to marry princess!oc

[ #50 ] ⇢ gynecologist!myg x wife!oc + who rekindles their dull marriage with sex.

[ #47 ] ⇢ idol!myg x oc + who looks for her lost earrings and sees yoongi, inspired by what happened in kobe.

[ #39 ] ⇢ myg x oc + contractual relationship to prove some theory for his degree. [ #38 ] ⇢ myg x oc + arranged marriage, she slept on the couch in her wedding dress because yoongi was sleeping with someone else. he wants to end the marriage but she’ll have to go back to her abusive father.

[ #20 ] ⇢ priest!myg x oc + blasphemy.

JUNG HOSEOK

[ #41 ] ⇢ brother’s best friend!jhs x oc + where she’s taehyung’s sister, in the end the two got caught in a closet together by jimin.

[ #40 ] ⇢ werewolf!jhs x oc + where she finds him and asks “why is there a wolf in my living room?”

[ #06 ] ⇢ jhs x oc + e2l!au where they set-up a christmas party together, the smut was intense because they hated each other.

PARK JIMIN

N/A

KIM TAEHYUNG

[ #66 ] ⇢ bf!kth x gf!oc + they roleplay as professor and virgin student with fake virginity.

[ #35 ] ⇢ gangster!kth x oc + who was told to quit her job at a bar.

[ #27 ] ⇢ prankster!kth x oc + where he helps oc get with jungkook but ends up falling for her and he confesses publicly in the end.

[ #26 ] ⇢ cheater!kth + he cheats on his gf with oc, she confesses but he doesn’t feel the same so she travels to jeju and falls in love with jungkook.

[ #13 ] ⇢ kth x oc + fake dating!au they go to a wedding on a cruise then falls in love.

[ #05 ] ⇢ yeontan + oc, she thinks he doesn’t like her but one day it was raining and she was scared of thunders then yeontan cuddles with her as a way of protecting her.

[ #03 ] ⇢ idol!kth x fangirl!oc + she goes to his hotel then they hook-up.

JEON JUNGKOOK

[ #70 ] ⇢ jjk x oc + where he hunts for her and if she survives they will get married.

[ #69 ] ⇢ idol!jk x back-up dancer!reader + where the two got together and she gets all the hate and threats for being his girlfriend.

[ #68 ] ⇢ bf!jjk x gf!oc + where long hair jk gives her morning kisses *down below*

[ #57 ] ⇢ tattoo artist!jjk x ex-wife!oc + who are divorced but have a daughter together, they threw a party for her at jin and joon’s house.

[ #48 ] ⇢ bf!jjk x gf!oc + who gets touched by him under the table even after being caught by taehyung and he continues watching ‘til she comes undone but jungkook wasn’t willing to share.

[ #33 ] ⇢ bf!jjk x oc x gf!oc + in a poly relationship but he makes it obvious how unhappy he is with her.

[ #32 ] ⇢ yandere!jjk x oc [idk what happened but tumblr deleted the actual ask content]

[ #28 ] ⇢ artist!jjk + he is a drug addict/alcoholic who abandoned his daughter, taehyung and namjoon helped him see her after a long time.

[ #24 ] ⇢ swimmer/nerd!jjk x volleyball player!oc who keeps making a fool of herself, she confesses to him in a yellow dress which was inspired by an anime character.

[ #23 ] ⇢ jjk x oc + they’re classmates and he managed to make her wear a vibrator and he turns it on during class and they ended up fucking in a library.

[ #21 ] ⇢ jjk x oc + where she planned a heist and they fall in love but she continued her plans.

[ #15 ] ⇢ jjk x oc + he kept telling her as they grow up that he’ll marry her, “what’s a prom dance compared to a wedding dance”

[ #12 ] ⇢ ceo!jjk x oc + she’s his assistant who’s part of a group planning to rob him to pay off debt and hospital bills.

[ #11 ] ⇢ drummer!jk x oc + they hook up in a cool apartment with a window wall and end up banging against it, someone was watching them but jungkook doesn’t care and they kept at it.

[ #09 ] ⇢ idol!jjk x oc + she gets into an accident and forgot all her recent memories of them together so she only knows him as jungkook of BTS.

[ #01 ] ⇢ fratboy!jjk x feminist!oc + there’s a talent show where she stands on the stage and shouts “fuck men!”

[ #08 ] ⇢ fic based on the movie the haunted mansion.

[ #10 ] ⇢ college!jjk + he’s horny and fucks oc against the library shelves.

[ #17 ] ⇢ lovers!kth+pjm + oc moved to korea then met the two and was offered to enter a polyamorous relationship.

[ #18 ] ⇢ fuckboy/sub!jjk + new student!oc: “he didn’t fuck me, i fucked him”

[ #22 ] ⇢ coffee shop!au (ao3) + oc worked for namjoon’s club and she likes yoongi.

[ #36 ] ⇢ bts x dating company!au + oc gets chosen in a draw to date every member.

[ #37 ] ⇢ jjk x oc make-up/hate sex + they do it on the stairs and get carpet burns.

[ #42 ] ⇢ detective!myg (he had vasectomy) + kidnaps oc and keeps her in his house.

[ #45 ] ⇢ fratboy!jjk + everyone thinks he’s fucking around but he’s just taking care of his bunny.

[ #49 ] ⇢ villager!ot7 + spiritual event where oc in red hoodie gets marked and sacrificed then runs off into the woods, they found her and smut ensues. 

[ #51 ] ⇢ yoongi is attracted to his best friend’s younger brother.

[ #52 ] ⇢ single dad!pjm + ex-gf!oc who takes care of his baby.

[ #55 ] ⇢ pirate captain!jjk + oc who later forms a crew with the betrayed captain.

[ #60 ] ⇢ bff!jjk + bff!oc who accidentally grinds against each other one morning but it didn’t lead to smut so taehyung makes jungkook jealous so that he'd confess to her.

[ #61 ] ⇢ jjk x oc + secret party that requires you do dares/tasks to be invited, then he gets to skinny dip with her on namjoon’s pool because he has access to it.

[ #65 ] ⇢ kth x oc + exes!au where they meet again after a long time.

[ #71 ] ⇢ tourguide!jhs x oc + they have sex at the church’s confessional box.

[ #16 ] ⇢ idol!jjk with short amnesia + oc tries to get his memory back.

[ #46 ] ⇢ yandere/prince!maknaeline + maid!oc is working a job in the castle.

[ #54 ] ⇢ co-worker!jhs + co-worker!oc buys his videos from his onlyfans (?)

[ #63 ] ⇢ jjk x father’s gf!oc and they have an affair.

[zebradogzz]

I made an emo cowboy yandere OC, he is officially my favorite

Their name is Haven

Pronouns: He/They

He’s part of an famous emo grunge band called Death Static. He is the drummer of the group.

Also he loves to read fanfic and “x reader” stuff in his past time and jokes about Death Static buying Y/n.

(He also writes Haven x Y/n fanfic but that’s a secret they’ll take to their grave)

[btsydtrash]

Euphoria [1]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn't know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now... How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / fluff)

Masterlist  /  i don’t have a tag list  /  find me on twitter  /  word count: 1.4k

author’s note: jungkook is an intense person in this. super intense. but i dont want to fall into... usual tropes of violence or aggressive love. i’d like to peel back some layers w this one. this story will be explicit and slowly devolve. it’s also predominantly from jungkook’s pov.

Chapter 1 - Found you..

Jungkook liked to do things fast and hard.

He worked out, fast and hard, pushing his body until he was practically kissing the mat.

He drank, fast and hard, until he was throwing up his guts in alleyways and unable to remember getting home.

He did drugs, fast and hard, smoking joints and snorting or popping any pill and tab that was handed his way, eyes rolling into the back of his head and come-downs that left his hands trembling and his stomach empty and uneasy for days.

He fucked, fast and hard, never failing to stick his dick in the hottest, tightest ass that walked into the bar any day of the week, coming back to his body and realizing he is balls deep inside of a girl who he doesn’t recognize.

The one thing he didn’t do fast and hard, the one thing he didn’t do at all, was fall in love.

It would be too easy to say that he got his heart broken once, and that was enough trauma for him to swear off love completely. But that wasn’t it. He had never been in love, he hadn’t ever really liked any of his exes. They just stuck around long enough for them to latch onto the self-imposed title of ‘girlfriend’ and he wasn’t a complete tool, so he knew how to play his role so he could get free food, access up their skirts whenever he wanted and head in the mornings without fail.

He never called himself their boyfriend, and eventually, they realized how disinterested he was in the whole thing - not until they were ‘in love’ of course, and that always left him having to get his car detailed again, or sporting a reddened cheek with a fresh, stinging hand print.

Truth be told, he saw what love did to his father, how it turned him from a a titan of a man, into a pathetic alcohol-driven mess. His mother, the love of his father’s life, left him for another man, abandoning them both when Jungkook was only six years old. He hasn’t seen her since, and he’s happier for it, knowing the selfish parts of him must have come from her because they didn’t come from his Pops.

He knows she has a new family, though. A new husband and a son, some years younger than he is, in Manila where she absconded to after he abrupt divorce. She was happy, over there, away from him and his weak-hearted father. He just hopes he never has to bear the sight or smell of her again.

Still, since seeing all of that, he has never in his short twenty-one years of life, yearned for that twisting in his gut that he is told is called ‘love’.

Meeting you, however, was a problem. The fly in the ointment. The wrench in his wheel.

Because everyone loved you.

How could they not, with your soft, measured way of speaking, and the gentle sparkle in your eye as you listen to stories, enthralled and engaged in ways that would make anyone feel validated. He despises the slope of your neck, the pout of your lips, the shine that seems to glow from beneath your skin. He hates it all. Because he craves it all. He craves the scent your skin on his, he yearns to feel the pace of your heart hum under his fingertips. He wants it all.

He hasn’t spoken to you once since he started coming to the library some weeks ago, but he has had his eyes set on you in ways he has never felt for another person in his wretched life.

He should explain, right?

Jungkook is a high-school drop out. For all intents and purposes, he’s what they would call a loser. Or he should be, if it wasn’t for his insane talent on the drums. As a successful drummer in a band that was gearing up to make their debut on bigger performance stages, Jungkook had money, he had his own place, his own car, a gym membership and he had a blender. Something about having more than one blender meant he had it made or some shit - he doesn’t make the rules, he only follows them.

Anyway, it was one of his father’s final wishes to see Jungkook get his qualifications from high school. Not for any other reason but his own fatherly pride. And then his Dad abruptly died, leaving Jungkook to figure out how to navigate the world , effectively as an orphan, and Jungkook didn’t even have time to be angry about that before he was thrust into plans for his father’s business, for finances, for the funeral expenses, for the vultures that swooped down to try and peel his father’s reputation apart.

Two months away from any alcohol or drugs left Jungkook’s mind clearer than he ever remembers, and it was then that he stumbled upon a hand-written letter from his father addressed to him in his office one afternoon.

It read,

Son, if you’re reading this then I have not done my due diligence as a father and I have failed you somehow. I want to apologize for that. I know this wasn’t how you wanted to live - it wasn’t how I wanted to raise you but I tried my best, and I believe you know that.

I feel that you may believe me to be embarrassed of you, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. You are my greatest and most wonderful achievement. I have photos of you on stage, stored on my computer and in my office at work. I look to those pictures whenever I need some kind of energy, because the look in your eyes is so impassioned and raw that it reminds me that I am a human being.

I missed a lot of time with you. Focusing so heavily on building my business, I left you vulnerable to outside forces and before I realized what was happening, you were looking at me as if I were someone you didn’t recognize. And for that I am sorry. So deeply sorry, son. If I could turn back time, I would gladly give up all that I have now for more time with the version of you that I remember calling me ‘Dad’ with so much unfiltered love and vulnerability. The ‘you’ who cried watching movies with happy endings. The ‘you’ who made beds for caterpillars in the backyard. The ‘you’ who gave me a haircut in my sleep and left me to go to work with a patch in the back of my neck.

That you, the you I miss so deeply.

Despite the circumstances, I hope you find this letter with a seed of joy in your heart. I hope that this helps you unlock something in you that you may have thought you had long buried. Hope.

To my only and most beloved son,

Jeon Jungkook.

Signed, your foolish Dad.

Jungkook hadn’t cried once up until that point. Not when he found his father’s body, not when he lowered the casket into the ground, not when he listened to tens of his father’s employees and friends lament over their loss. Not one time did a single tear fall from his eyes.

Yet, after reading that note, the dam inside of him breaks and it felt as if it would drown with how much he was crying. At one point, he threw up, he passed out, he gave himself a fever that he battled through the night, with the intensity of his tears.

And when he opened his sore, swollen eyes the next morning, he swore that in death, his father’s concern for him wouldn’t continue. He was going to get this fucking GED, if it killed him.

Which brought him to the nearest library.

Which brought him to you.

Gentle, soft, patient, sweet and kind you. With your delicate fingers and glasses perched on the top of your nose. With your cream blouse and cups of milky coffee. With the romance novels that hang out of your aged side-bag that you sneak peeks at during slow hours when you think nobody is watching. He is, of course. He always is. He reads the books along with you, noting the names of the novels and finding them in the expansive library, sitting at his favorite perch on the second floor where he can watch you comfortably without any interruptions or distractions.

Not for the first time, he thanks his father’s spirit for guiding him to his salvation, and he wonders how he is meant to make you realize you are his.

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Euphoria [2]

bad boy jungkook x librarian yn

Jungkook was used to getting what he wanted. He was handsome, disgustingly so, and he knew how to flirt his way in (and out of) danger. He lived for and with his brothers. He didn't know anything but his found family. Still, happening upon you was one of the best decisions he ever made.

Now... How to make you realize that your life was missing him as much as his had been missing you.

(angst / yandere / smut / fluff)

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tw: yandere behavior, unhealthy codependency, drug usage

Chapter 2 - Countdown

Jungkook likes to come a little before you arrive at work. It gives him time to get himself together, he doesn’t feel like that much of a weirdo, and he does do some studying before he sees you because he knows once he lays eyes on you, he won’t be able to focus.

Before seeing you, he wonders how you will look, if you’ll smile at the other librarian who works in the children’s section if you’ll bring a new book in to read.

He drives himself a little crazy thinking about it.

Another reason why he comes to the library before you is to quash his temptation to find out more about you. If he keeps things strictly to this liminal space, he can still maintain a sense of control. He won’t feel disgusted with his interest, no matter how intense it is. He won’t feel like a stalker or a creep, because he can explain - he was studying, he liked the coffee here, the books felt good in his hands, he was only staring because he was distracted. But outside, in the cool air of spring, he wouldn’t be able to make a single excuse that didn’t make him sound certifiable.

And he wasn’t ready to let go of his warm connection with you.

He doesn’t want to think about seeing your expression shutter into discomfort at the sight of him. He doesn’t want you to have to hide parts of yourself from him once he introduces himself and things because ‘real’. He doesn’t want a diluted version of yourself - no, he wouldn’t be able to bear it. He likes this ‘you’ - you’re so beautiful, so affectionate, so inviting, so kind and so different to what he is used to in his gritty, rough lifestyle.

He doesn’t know what to do with himself with how pretty he finds you.

To force himself to take a break from staring at you, mapping the freckles across your nose-bridge and cheekbones to take a long sip of his lukewarm coffee. He started drinking sweeter coffee instead of taking it black like he usually did because you seemed to really like it and he wanted to feel closer to you somehow.

He brings out his notebook from his backpack and he reclines in his seat, cross his legs to rest one ankle on his other knee. He rests the leather-bound book on the crook of his knee and flips to the last occupied page. He had drawn a bunch of small sketches of you in various poses and positions, knowing that the images he had penned do not compare ever slightly to your actual visage, but he tries his best.

He is in the middle of penning the curls in your hair, pinned high with a pretty scarf, when someone drops in the seat opposite to him, unceremoniously.

Jungkook jolts, slamming the book shut and sending a scathing glare ahead. His Hyung, Kim Taehyung, sits, looking all composed and unbothered, as usual, with his trademark smirk in place and silver jewelry shining under the overhead lights.

Taehyung teases, lightly, “So this is where our bunny has been spending all of your time these days?”

Taehyung glances at the table and reaches down. He holds the book in a limp grip and reads the title, a touch too close to mocking for Jungkook’s liking, “Physics?”

Jungkook looks away. “I’m studying.”

He chuckles and asks, brow raising, “For what, the CSAT or something?”

“Or something,” Jungkook echoes, reaching for the book and snagging it out of his hand. He places it back on the table with the other science books that he had been trying to work through for the last some weeks and he lets out a sigh. “I told you I was taking a break.”

“Yes, a break,” Taehyung repeats. “A break without a definite end. You knew that kind of bullshit wasn’t going to fly with me or the rest of the guys, right?”

He seems angry, which Jungkook understood. Both Jimin and Taehyung had been in Jungkook’s life since high school, and the three of them found themselves in some really shitty situations together. Their love of music being the only lifeline that any of them had - outside of each other.

“I know you’re broken up about your dad,” Taehyung says. “I get it. I do. I fell apart when my old lady died, and she was a piece of shit to me. Still, you have responsibilities and we have things to do. So, stop with all this and just… come home, okay? Jimin misses you, and you know how he gets.”

Jungkookm shudders. He does.

There’s a reason why Jimin wasn’t the one to come find him today.

“I’ve barely been able to stop him from setting your room on fire,” Taehyung admits, pushing some hair out of his face. “The little pyro is getting antsy because he thinks his favorite bunny isn’t coming home.”

“I’m coming back,” Jungkook promises. He’s fighting himself to not glance in your direction. Nothing about you could get back to the boys - not yet, not while he still hasn’t had a chance to bring you to his side without their terrifying influence. He loves his chosen family, he does, but they can be intense. And that’s saying something, coming from him. “Just not yet.”

“Then when?”

Jungkook shrugs. “A couple months?”

“Too long,” Taehyung denies.

“Hyung…”

“I mean it, Jungkook. You’ve already had three months away from us,” he tells him, brows puckering in discomfort. The man scratches at his neck tattoo, broken branches leading from his shoulder up into his neck and kissing his jaw. He only ever did that when he was really agitated. “One month. Four weeks, Jungkook. In four weeks, you’re home or this becomes an issue that I don’t think I can control.”

Jungkook’s expression darkens considerably. They were in a band, they played music and did what they loved. They partied at the flashiest of spots, drugged until they couldn’t see straight, and drank the best liquor, but that all came at a price. They were in deep with some scary people and they had to pay back what they owed. The risk was too great for Jungkook to be taking so much time to himself. Jimin had to do what he had to do, ‘entertaining’ clients. Taehyung had his responsibilities, stealing and grifting. And Jungkook had his spot, dealing at college parties and protecting working girls during their ‘dates’. As long as they had each other, they would be okay.

“I hear you, Hyung,” Jungkook says, lips pulling up in a gentle smile. One that Taehyung is happy to reciprocate. “And I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, dumb bunny,” he replies, grasping the back of his neck and pressing their foreheads together in a loving embrace. “I gotta go pick up Jimin from a date. We’re getting ice cream later. Don’t be too jealous.”

Jungkook scoffs and swats at Taehyung, shooing him away. He doesn’t ask how Taehyung knew where he was because he already knows. They have to keep each other safe, and they all know the city like the backs of their hands. There isn’t anywhere that Jungkook could hide that they wouldn’t somehow find him. And previously, that had worked for him. He felt safe and protected and cared for because he had two other people who would live and die for him. And he would do the same for them.

But now, he has someone new for whom he feels that strange protectiveness. He wants to wrap you up in bubble wrap and store you somewhere dry and warm. He wants to keep the sun from kissing your skin too much, he wants to protect you from the rain and the snow. He can’t bear the idea of you being hurt, of you being in pain, of you being out his reach.

He resolves to talk to you, soon.

He just doesn’t know how. He hasn’t ever had to work for anything like this before. He has always been too high or drunk to really care about manners or curtesy. And when he’s working, he doesn’t speak a word - he’s just broad, big, and intimidating in size alone. He has big bulky and black tattoos covering his muscular arms and back so the girls feel safe and the guys don’t touch too much.

He has a countdown now, adding more urgency to his situation. He damns Taehyung for rushing him, knowing that all he wants is for everything to be perfect.

The thing about high vantage points is that as much as you can see, you can also be seen.

Although you are delicate and soft and gentle, you are also not a complete idiot.

And the tall guy with the coffee and the leather journal that you have seen for the last few weeks sat in the same spot stands out. He would have to, with his long hair, his big, strong hands, and his blacked-out attire - it would be easier to just hang a sign above his head that flashes ‘look at me’ in various neon colors.

So, when Jungkook made the choice to talk to you, you also made the choice to approach him, intrigued by the bunny teeth that appear sporadically in his smile and drawn in by the haunted look in his eye when he is focusing on blank space.

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