Usually, it was a challenge to make the Undertaker laugh at your joke, but when you talked to him, or simply smiled that's enough for him. YANA TOBOSO IS THEIR CREATOR, PICTURES AREN'T MINE

One of your classmates Taehyung, has developed a unhealthy obsession over you. He starts to show it with his actions and threats. Taehyung wants you, even if the guy who gets close to you is one of his friends that won't matter. He will kill ANYONE for you whether you like it or not. Started: August 15, 2017 Ended:

31 oneshots of Yandere Aizawa for the 31 days of November Obviously ⚠ Trigger Warning ⚠ Read at your own discretion

Just some Yandere x Reader One Shots {Female Pronouns} Obviously ⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️ Read at your own discretion May contain Mha/Vigilanties spoilers (That includes manga spoilers) None of these images are mine This story has no schedule I post randomly cuz boredom

[X FEM READER] ❝𝒊'𝒎 𝒐𝒉 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒐.❞ ------------------------------------------------- ❝𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.❞ ------------------------------------------------- ❝𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚. 𝒌𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆.❞ ------------------------------------------------- ❝𝒊 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖.❞ ╔═════ ∘◦ ❉ ◦∘ ══════╗ 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 8.20.2020 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅: 10.24.2020 ╚═════ ∘◦ ❉ ◦∘ ══════╝ (I do not own Killing Stalking or Sangwoo or Yoonbum but I do own y/n and part of the plot. Also, not all pictures are mine and I am NOT taking credit for them. :) )

Warning! The following includes, rape, suicide, murder, offensive language, gore, and flowers! She sighed heavily. Would they ever stop moving from state to state? From Pennsylvania, to LA, to Michigan, back to Pennsylvania, all in the span of a few years. She ran a hand through her messy, h/c hair, as she slung a bag over her shoulder. She hated moving more than she hated school, and that was saying something. A small clatter was heard as a framed Polaroid dropped to the ground. Looking down, a smile spread across her face. Bending down to pick up the photo, she looked at it for the first time in ages. It showed a boy, laying in the sun, holding red tulips and smiling lightly. Everytime she looked at the photo, it took her back to the scene. The bright flowers, the smell of freshly cut grass, and the gentle warmth of the sun. "Y/n, it's time to go." Her mother said softly, putting a hand on the girls shoulder. They were finally going back to their home town, and it felt as the teen could finally breathe.

when you happened to get put into a game and try to escape your death ending. yandere jungkook x reader complete

Y/n is in college with her best friend chloe, and they're ready to party. Y/n and chloe are invited to the popular quarterbacks party which was y/n's crush. But later in the day she meets a bad boy who peaked an interest in her and found her to be cute. what happens at the party that drives the bad boy insane? Read more to find out. (ALL ART I DO NOT OWN!!!)

Warning! This story contains rape, self harm, murder, suicide, kidnapping, gore, and yanderes! Read at your own risk! ●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■●■ The blaring sound of her alarm clock awoke her from her sleep. She groaned as she rose from her slumber with the grace of a moose being hit by a car. Surely there's nothing worse than this. She thought to herself, stretching. She tried waking the sleep off, only half collapsing to the ground. "Bad idea.." She mumbled tiredly. It was the second month of her senior year and she was still anything but prepared. She pushed open her bathroom door, dreading the day ahead of her. Her shoulders ached from sleeping on them wrong and her head hurt from lack of sleep. The h/c haired teen pulled a shirt over her head, trying not to mess up her hair. Sometimes she wished her school had uniforms, as she hated thinking about what to wear. She always wore something simplistic. Everyone had agreed that she was the least impactful student council member in the high school. After getting dressed, she walked out to the kitchen. The teen massaged her shoulder as she walked, wincing at the dull pain. Y/n reached into the fridge, pulling out a single orange. She tossed it up in the air and caught it. This was a habit she had formed out of shear boredom. Another habit she had formed out of boredom was texting her best friend every morning. Her phone chimed a familiar ringtone and she smiled.