⎯⎯⎯ ( yanderes x fem!reader ) ╰┈➤ A desperate cry on your deathbed leads to you being given a fresh start in life. You're overjoyed at having finally obtained a healthy body and a real chance at living normally, only to discover that you've been transported into a yandere game, where danger lurks at every corner. Determined to protect your new life at any cost, you vow to stay as far away from the major characters of the game as possible. But things don't always go as planned.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 ─┈ In desperate search of solace, wearing two losses on your hands like thick textured gloves, you arrive at Trost State University in an attempt to live out a dream you once shared with someone dear. There, eating off the bone of sheer chance, your present is greeted by your past, and you find your life intertwining with a group of close-knit friends. Lingering in their shadows, close behind, is an art student named Jean Kirstein, with a cold exterior, heavy-bagged eyes, and unpredictable behavior. It's not long before your heads clash, but what happens when your hearts begin to do the same? 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 aot college au. 18+. dark content. check all trigger warnings. intended only for mature audiences. read at your own risk. an absolute slow burn so if you're gonna complain, don't read!! i am not accepting translations!! cover art credit - bearbrickjia ☆﹕ good rankings﹒✷︵ #1 jeankirstein #1 shingeki #1 jeanxreader #1 attackontitanfanfiction #1 jean #1 college au #1 party ෆ

⎯⎯⎯ ( yandere!bnha x fem!reader ) ╰┈➤ Shortly after finishing My Hero Academia, you make the mistake of launching a suspicious program on your computer, and before you know it, you've been thrown into an entirely different world, in some kind of dating simulation. Your objective is simple: win over certain characters, and once you do, you'll be able to go home. Unfortunately for you, nothing about this dating sim is normal. (This story is a college!AU. Characters are 18+)

In which a soccer program invites you to play competitively with other players to become the best striker in the world. (Yandere blue lock x reader)

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙚 𝙢𝙚, 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 ♡ Rough days are the only thing you've ever had for as long as you can remember. So when the opportunity to join Blue Lock-and stay away from the dread that invades your house-arrives, although with hesitation, you don't waste it. However, you failed to realize that life can always get worse, and your father is not the only one you should be scared of.

HIATUS __ "You can't be serious." Her quivering words hung in the air, backing up slowly, at-least as much as she could with her shaky limbs. Though she stopped when a calloused hand reached up gently and grazed her cheek, slightly hovering down to her neck before gripping it tightly with such speed that she couldn't stop her feet that slid across the waxed floor, a strangled yelp barely escaping her throat. A crazed grin contrasting her fearful frown came from the man in-front of her, forcing the distance they had before to shatter. "Of course I'm serious, Do you really think you ever had a chance sweetheart?" Slick venom filled words cut through the few inches of air in-between them. Her eyes widened in fear, quickly bringing up a hand to punch the man until his nails started to puncture her throat. Letting out a pained whine as another hand caught her own hesitating fist, inches from his head yet never connecting. "God you're so fucking cute when you're in your place." __ FIRST FEW CHAPTERS ARE BORING BUT TRUST THE PROCESS TRUST ME Minor oc use?? and some descriptions of longer hair [WILL BE REWRITING CHAPTERS RANDOMLY BECAUSE I ONLY JUST NOW FOUND MY WRITING STYLE] A yandere bllk fanfic! I haven't wrote in many years so I can technically say this is my first actual story. This will contain mature themes, be advised. I DO NOT OWN BLUE LOCK OR THE ANIME OR THE MANGA OR THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY OTHER THAN Y/N, HER YOUNGER BROTHER AND MIYAKO Started: Jan 20 2025 Ended: ---

You WEREN'T supposed to be trapped inside a game. It was just a game. Just fiction. Just a pretty face on a glowing screen. But fiction has a funny way of 'noticing' you back. Now you're not just playing a game, you're living it. Trapped in a world stitched together by code and chaos, This world wasn't built for you, and yet it refuses to let you go. So what will it be? your role, smile through the madness, and pray to survive? Or will you break the game- before it breaks you? Note: [The first few chapters might resemble some stories I've read before, but I assure you-this is an original work.] Main inspo from: @simpsfornonexistents

残酷な ┊ 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 意図 ┊ yandere! kny x fem! reader ━━ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ❛❛ 𝙙𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣, 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣... 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ❜❜ ╚ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╗ ➶ ｡˚ ┊𝐀 low-ranking demon of questionable origins goes on a quest to find her brother whom she was separated from, capturing the attention of the most powerful beings in Japan. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 ↴ ✧ ┊𝐌𝐔𝐙𝐀𝐍, the king ✧ ┊𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐎, the traitor ✧ ┊𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐌𝐀, the cursed ✧ ┊𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐀, the fighter ✧ ┊𝐆𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎, the envious ✧ ┊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐔, the admirer ✧ ┊𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐌𝐈, the wind ✧ ┊𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔, the water ✧ ┊𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎, the fire ✧ ┊𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍, the sound ✧ ┊𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐈, the serpent ✧ ┊𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐔, the crafter ✧ ┊𝐀𝐍𝐃 all they want, is you ╔ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ╝ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ⋙ mature themes & language 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 04/03/22 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 11/18/24 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 ⋙ 06/10/25 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 ⋙ completed 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 #1 - demonslayer #1 - kny #1 - uppermoons #1 - yanderexreader #1 - hashira #1 - demons #1 - muzan #1 - anime #2 - yandere #2 - possessive #3 - obsessive #4 - fanfic #4 - fanfiction #4 - Japanese #5 - manipulation #5 - twisted #10 - infatuation #24 - romance 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 Demon Slayer

You and Jeff the killer are in love. Yes

"𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺? 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰' '𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯', 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘭' 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦." "𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘵." "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴." --- They would ooze rumours of both you're name, placed with the utterly specific adjectives, 'deranged', 'psychotic', and simply 'sick'. That was what you were known for, context or not. It was a simple way of living. Within the red-dirt town of Sandrange, with little entertainment and a harbour of saloon-goers in need of any form of amusement, this made you a target whether you liked it or not. Although, not unfamiliar with the wording, it's both the eyes of their burning scowls and the words that spit like fire from their tongue's that become something you can never get used to. So, you never left home. Cacooned in your home for weeks to months on end, all to hide from the town and the prejudice they willingly held, this torturous routine had only been broken by the two knocks on my door, and the call of the Sheriff requesting to come inside. ---