Little Things: We Forget

Brian: perveted yandere

Tim: overprotective yandere

Jay: Soft yandere

Alex: Sadist yandere

A fucked childhood with twisted childs, decayed hopes, little lies which hide bigger regets. You don't know what to do, you are still that 5 year old kid who loves her daddy.

(Y/N)... is a quite, beauty. She is like a therapist, she is quite like a therapist. That's why they like her, she listens not like everybody. She does understand. She hears your screams in your sentences and seems to see the war inside your head. She can touch the tears you hide inside. She has the wings to pass over from the walls you built inside your skin which protects your mind. She can reach your soul and that's her beauty.

(Y/N) cames back to America from her mother country France becuse of a childhood promise, she thinks this is a childish thougth but seems like none of her friends forget about this promise. Coming back to America where her childhood was, brings back memories. Even the ones she does not want to remember.

(It's a Yandere × reader story, please do not read if this disturbs/cringes you, thank you for understanding!)