❥︎ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ yandere! roommates x reader ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ When (Y/N) moves in with five strangers, things start out surprisingly well. Everyone gets along, and she seems to click with each of them pretty instantly. She's happy to be friends── and have a roof over her head, in all honesty── until it becomes clear that their intentions for her are less than platonic. Even worse, their romantic desires towards her are much more dangerous than she anticipated. No one in her life is safe, nothing will get in their way, and nobody can stop them from keeping her by their side. Time is running out for dear (Y/N), as her roommates' affections for her ruin every aspect of her life until it is completely unrecognizable. As their determination to protect and keep her to themselves grows, (Y/N) will have to fight like hell to make it out unscathed── and ensure no one else gets hurt in the process. ❀•°•═════ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═════•°•❀ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 ! 𝙤𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨

The Tzara family were just your average chaotic, One Piece-obsessed crew-until one night, during a family dinner, they were isekai'd straight into the New World... only this time, the seas ran red with roses, bullets, and rival Mafia families. Stripped of their jobs, de-aged, and thrown into a criminal underworld ruled by familiar faces in unfamiliar suits, the Tzaras adapt the only way they know how: with sharp suits, sharper knives, and unrelenting sibling chaos. Now, their eldest-once a parkour coach, now a masked dessert chef with a sea-stone blade and a terrifying poker face-is drawing the attention of underworld titans like the Whitebeard Syndicate and the Red-Haired Menace himself. Unfortunately for them, the Tzara family doesn't play fair. Or nice. Or legally. Guns meet glitter. Romance crashes into revenge. And at the heart of it all? One unimpressed chef, a crow mask, and a family group chat planning their next prank like it's a military operation. Welcome to the underworld. Try not to fall in love-or get glitterbombed.

~ ✧ ~ 𝕬 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖔𝖜 𝖎𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖚𝖓 ~ ✧ ~ "Baby, I don't care if this is a dream, a coma, or some weird cosmic joke! I am gonna live this shit up!" Waking up in the world of One Piece should be a death sentence. For (Y/N), it's a VIP pass to the greatest theme park ever built. Granted powers , she decides the Grand Line is her personal playground , she's not here to follow the story. She's here to rewrite it. --------- ♆ --------- "I love your hair but I can't imagine myself with red hair. Like, I really can't." "Stop having daddy issues!!!" "Can I try your hat? ...Is that a no? Wow, rude." From confusing Marines to utterly baffling Emperors, (Y/N)'s chaotic energy is a force of nature no one is prepared for. --------- ♆ --------- "Your justice looks a little dusty. Let me overhaul it for you." "Your clown aesthetic is a choice. Not a good one, but a choice." "You're my favorite. Don't tell the grumpy swordsman." --------- ♆ --------- Join the chaos. (And pray you're on her good side.)

Waking up in a world that was not your own was problematic enough. Being the villainess was another. However, the possessive alphas might take the cake. These are some toxic walking red-flag alphas so be warned. Disclaimer: Angsty but I ain't Gege Updates at least once a week or get frequent posting on my patreon 🖤

(Yandere!princes x reader) When (Y/N) finally returns to Earth, she expects to find a rebuilt world where her people can thrive. Little does she know, five princes are ready to do anything to get her, even kill and hurt her people. Where love is religion and mistakes lead to death, can (Y/N) really escape with her people? Or is she too far gone? 20th Nov 2025--- #1 in #yanderereverseharem 2nd Dec 2025-----#1 in #princes, #yanderereverseharemxreader

(Y/N) was just an ordinary college student-until a sudden isekai threw them into the brutal, chaotic world of One Piece, reborn with skills that defy the natural laws of this new world. With a sharp mind for engineering and a knack for deadly traps, they quickly find themselves trapped between the Marines, the Whitebeard Pirates, and the Revolutionary Army, the Marines, and others-all desperate to claim this enigmatic stowaway with a shadowy past. Haunted by trauma from a merciless ambush and burdened with secrets no one else can understand, (Y/N) must navigate fractured alliances, hidden agendas, and the fine line between survival and surrender. Their unexpected talents and stubborn sarcasm ignite rivalries, alliances, and a fierce "surprise recruitment" chase that will shake the very foundations of power in the New World. In a world where trust is scarce and danger lurks in every shadow, can (Y/N) find a place to call home-or will the battles tearing this world apart consume them first? Engineering genius. Trapmaster extraordinaire. Marine turned enigma. Welcome to the chaotic life of (Y/N)-the grimlin who turned the tides.

[Yandere x Reader] It had first been a simple love story between [Y/N] and the infamous hot player of the school. But then it got messy. Despite the amount of times her heart broke because of him, she couldn't leave him, even if she tried. She herself could not understand why, which was what led her to her demise.

⚯͛ (ON HOLD) Y/N, a mysterious and enigmatic girl, suddenly finds herself transported to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in the midst of the chaos surrounding Sirius Black's escape. With an aura of untapped magic and an unknown past, she captivates the attention of students and professors alike, becoming the object of fascination and speculation. What if a fan girl find herself transported in her favourite book, Can she survive? Can she find her way back home?How many hearts can she steal? D̵̺̎o̸͖̚n̷̨̓'̶̝͝t̸̪̑ ̴͕̾ẗ̸̺́r̷͍͂u̷͇͘ŝ̷̝t̶̘̔ ̵̯̍a̵̮͒n̴̦̑y̵̽͜ǫ̵̒n̴̥̔e̵͈̾ ̵͍̀ ___________________________ BOOK 3 - BOOK 7 im still a student and i get busy sometimes but i will try to update everytime i got free time❤️ (I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER) (ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO IM SORRY IF I HAVE A WRONG GRAMMAR)

I woke up in a room I didn't recognize, my fingers tracing the rough fabric of a bedspread that wasn't mine. The air was thick with something unfamiliar, and every small difference in the space set off alarm bells in my head. My heart raced as I scrambled for the door-locked. Panic clawed at my chest. Then he appeared in the doorway, his smile crooked, his eyes dark with intent. He spoke no words, but his presence alone screamed danger. Every exit was sealed. Every attempt to call for help met with eerie dismissals from voices that seemed in on the nightmare. And as he handed me a letter-a love note scrawled in childish handwriting-I realized this wasn't just a kidnapping. It was something far worse. I don't know who he is. I don't know what he wants. But I do know one thing: I need to escape before it's too late.