Yandere! Twins x Reader

Memories and Enemies

Y/N's P.O.V

I walked into my apartment, closing the door softly behind me. My parents were at their desks, mountains of paperwork and bills piled upon each other. They turned to look at me for a moment, a small smile gracing their lips before turning back to their work.

"Dinner is on the stove, Y/N. You can go eat if you're hungry." M/N said nonchalantly, her pen scribbling audibly away at the paper. I nodded once, aware of the fact they hadn't seen it. I grabbed a bowl/plate and proceeded to find F/F was for dinner. I quickly ate and washed my dishes, trying not to disturb my hardworking parents.

"Oh... I remember when days went by like this..." I thought to myself, half confused by my own comment. "Wait, remember? Don't the days go by like this now?" I pondered on the topic a little longer before shifting my thoughts over to my homework. I pulled it out and worked on it for a while, exhaustion overwhelming me as the hours ticked by. I closed my eyes and leaned back, my neck and back popping slightly when I started stretching. I turned to my phone ton play some music when a horrible screeching sound came from it instead.

I bolted upright within my bed, my alarm clock blaring on the small desk thingy next to my bed. I rubbed my eyes sleepily and slammed the button to make it shut up. I stood up, grabbing my 'uniform' and dragging my feet all the way to the bathroom. I opened the door and heard someone stumble and hiss in surprise. I opened my eyes a little to see what happened to see a very much naked Mason in the bath tub, the curtain tangled around his lean, yet rugged-looking body. Thankfully, his 'man-junk' was covered by the curtains, but we were both still flustered nonetheless.

"I'M SO SORRY!!!!!" I backed all the way up and slammed the door as I left, pressing my back against the closed door. I slid down to my knees, covering my face with my hands and giggling nervously. "Well then... I suppose it could have been worse..." I stood up and shuffled back to my room, sitting on the bed and trying to distract my mind. A soft knock echoed against my door some time later and a very flushed Mason poked his head in.

"T-the shower's open now.... so...." He looked down slowly slipped away, unsure of what to say. I sighed and got up, walking back to the bathroom and locking the door behind me once I walked in.

(Time skip because everyone pretty much knows the morning routine, right?)

At School:

"Y/N!!" I turned around to see Liz running at me full speed, dragging a giggly Hope behind her. I moved out of the way to prevent a full blown collision from occurring while avoiding a potential toe amputation. Liz stopped suddenly, causing Hope to run into her and knock them both over, giggling madly. Lucas and Mason both wrapped an arm around me, watching intently as the hyper mass of flesh and clothing stood up. "Mornin..." I waved nonchalantly, yawning slightly. Lucas moved his lips to my ears, humming in it to catch my attention.

"Who is this?" I blushed lightly, but quickly forced it down. "That's Liz (and Patty! Sorry, couldn't help myself... ^w^), my younger cousin, and Hope, my friend." I pointed to the corresponding person as I introduced them. Hope waved shyly as Liz grinned brightly and flashed them a peace sign. I pointed at Mason. "Hope, Liz. These are my semi-brothers Mason," I shifted my finger to point at Lucas "-and Lucas Valentine." As soon as I introduced them, both of their jaws dropped. They suddenly ripped me out of their grasp after asking (well, more like stating) to borrow me for a second.

"Do you know who they are?!" Liz whisper-shouted at me, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. I shook my head as they both face-palmed. "They're the sons of THE Valentines, only the best fashion designers in (what ever country you feel like staying in)." I furrowed my brows in confusion as they both face-palmed again. "Basically, they're supposedly fashion prodigies. I mean, their parents are bound to be teaching them by now." I nodded slowly, slightly understanding what they were talking about, but not really caring too much about what they were saying. What can I say? I'm not really into personal looks.