𝖳𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝖼𝗁，𝖠 𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗌 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀．𝖦𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗎𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖿𝗍，𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗍．𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝖿𝗂𝗀𝗎𝗋𝖾，𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗌．𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗂𝖼 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝖾𝗈𝗉𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗃𝗈𝗒 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌． 𝘎𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘝𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 ˣ 𝘍！𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳． Slight Yandere, oc mentioned but doesn't interact at all with characters or (Name), only shows up and talked about for (Name)'s vital instrument.

You were born on the rich side, where dirt is a rumor and blood never stains long enough to matter. Your hands stayed clean-not because you were careful, but because the world was. Well your side at least. Jewels weighed your wrists. Safety wrapped your throat like silk. Freedom was handed to you so often it stopped feeling special. You smiled easily. Spoke to anyone. Asked questions people laughed off instead of answering. But the Slums were different. They weren't ugly to you-just unfinished. Like a sentence cut off mid-thought. If we're all human, why is there a gate?

When (Y/n) decided to go on a camping trip for the summer with her four college friends, she didn't quite realize what she had signed up for. 🌊☀️🌲🍋 ~~~ Cole, the reckless pretty boy who'll drag her into his mess then hide behind her body when consequences arrive. Jax, the driver whose knuckles have whitened on the steering wheel, his temper a countdown rapidly approaching zero. Vincent, privilege personified, smoking with elegant disgust while his eyes track every move she makes. Claude, the quiet one scrolling his phone, only intervening when someone gets too close to her. Four college men. One cabin. Zero boundaries between her and their escalating chaos. #1 in friendstolovers #1 in summerromance

─────── ✧ ─────── 𓆩✧𓆪 𝕯𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘, 𝖎𝖓 𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖓𝖈𝖊, 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘. 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖕𝖚𝖗𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖎𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖔𝖋 𝖑𝖎𝖋𝖊. 𝖄𝖊𝖙, 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖉𝖗𝖔𝖕 𝖎𝖘 "𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘"... 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘, 𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖘. 𓆩✧𓆪 ─────── ✧ ─────── Yandere! Jujutsu Kaisen x GN!ACHERON reader All artists credit: @小红书号 On Rednote @zhishi_yuyuanqiu | Danbooru on Danbooru @KB_beary on X

Your friend decided to get you into yet another new series and you really got into it. I mean it literally, after an attempt to save your friend from getting robbed you find yourself in the novel series, having made your mind to help your favourite characters as much as possible you fail to realise they aren't the only ones in need of help.

WHERE 3 idiots and 1 smart guy take interest with a guy who smells like... vanilla? Various! Male Phantom Busters x Male! Reader

𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘳, 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. --- A juxtaposition, you were to him. As the teenage world - high school - seemed to collapse under the pressures of social groups and conforming to the image one presented, you were more than one-dimensional than many assumed. You stood in the spotlight that everyone assumed you wanted, whilst he could only linger by the sidelines, a quiet observer to whom you never expected to find such comfort with. Yet the further you sink into the hole of his life, the nuance he had and how eccentric he seemed, would you grow more and more desensitised to the worst he could show, as the horrors of his mind would lay bare by the simple factor of his infatuation. ---

có con cừu đen trên nội cỏ hoang vu. multi-chapter (c) nhiều tác giả.

After losing everything-your job, your home, and your savings-you find yourself aimlessly driving, searching for something, anything, to hold onto. Days blur together as you stop only to sleep in your car or scrounge for gas with what little money remains. Hope feels like a distant memory until you stumble upon a town seemingly lost in time. This place, shrouded in an eerie, perpetual twilight, is unlike anything you've seen. Towering Victorian Gothic buildings loom over narrow, winding streets, their dark spires piercing the fog-drenched sky. Wrought-iron gates twist into elaborate, almost sentient shapes, and the windows of the towering structures gape like hollow eyes, watching your every move. The cobblestone streets are slick with mist, amplifying each footstep into a hollow echo that feels far too loud in the oppressive stillness. Even the smallest details of the town are unsettlingly intricate. Lampposts adorned with lifelike carvings glow faintly, their light flickering as if alive. The air is thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the faint rustle of the mist and the distant tolling of a bell, marking the passage of time-or perhaps warning of something else entirely. Drawn by equal parts desperation and curiosity, you pull your car to a stop. The town seems to whisper an invitation, tugging at something deep within you. Despite the unease crawling along your spine, you step out, your worn bag slung over your shoulder, and take your first tentative steps into this haunting labyrinth. The town feels alive in a way that shouldn't be possible, and you can't shake the feeling that it's been waiting for you. (Yandere OC'S x gender neutral reader)