I Don't Know Why, But It Made Me Laugh So Loud

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Squid Game AU.

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere!Player!Kagami x Reader

tw: obsession, death of characters, description of the murder, swearing (little)

I almost brought myself to tears as I wrote this ._.

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine. We can handle it."

Kagami says this and puts his hand on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. A lie is bitter. Should she continue to feed you with deception? The girl looks around dubiously at the other players. Then her gaze returns to your cheered face again and she realizes that she is standing. Anything is worth a happy sparkles in your eyes.

~

Kagami prefers not to think about what awaits you. She just comes up with clever tactics when the situation calls for it. Sometimes she does not do what is needed, but what she wants. In moments like this, she just pretends what it is tactic. As now, when she covered the disgusting face of this bastard and cut his throat with a quick, well-aimed movement. A piece of broken glass from a bathroom wrapped in a piece of T-shirt turned out to be an excellent weapon. These actions are dangerous. This can provoke another night riot. You may even get hurt in the process. Therefore, she is especially careful. She needs to render harmless this person before he harms you. This is a tactic to protect you. He was dangerous, and you didn't even notice what a dirty look he was throwing at you. You didn't notice how his hands itched when everyone was crowded and you got too close. You didn’t notice how he immediately asked to go to the restroom when you went there. Each time, Kagami was there, interfering with his plans. She will end it today. She's had enough.

~

The next night you lie with a girl on her bed. You are fast asleep. The game was especially hard today. But Kagami can't sleep. Her eyes got used to the darkness and she finally saw something that no one else had seen. Drawings of games on the walls. There are still many beds. This overlaps most of the drawings. But the girl sees enough. She sees geometric shapes and two human. And why didn't she think about it right away? It's so obvious. There can only be one winner.

~

Kagami is a cunning person. But today the game turned out to be trickier. It happened faster than she planned. She squeezes a pouch of glass beads and smiles regretfully at you. The look on your face breaks her heart, but she doesn't say anything. There is no point in lying further. Everything is clear. In this game, only one of you will cope. The girl remembers her promise to take care of you. Would it be a care to send you on to risk your life? Or is it better to leave you here. If she can't be there, then you won't last long. Perhaps you will lose in the next game. Or maybe you will reach the final and these cruel people will snatch the last grains of hope from your hands. They will leave you to die alone. Cold-blooded soldiers will put a bullet at you. They won't even remember your face. And she will not be there to comfort you in the last minutes of your life. None of these choices qualify as caring.

You are so distracted by your own pain that you do not notice its actions. Kagami holds out his hands, clenched into fists, and offers to solve everything at once. You just need to guess in which hand the bead is. You reluctantly point to her right hand. She opens her hand to reveal the cursed item. You win. In a panic, you ask for another round. The pink guard is slowly approaching you. He saw the agreement and the outcome of your game. Kagami hurts, but she smiles. This is the only time she thought about herself and realized that she could not leave you behind, even if it was best for you. She cannot take the future away from you. She doesn't need a life that doesn't have you. The girl shoves her pouch into your hand, along with the bead, and pushes it towards the exit. She orders you to win. For her, for herself, for anyone. Just survive.

The guard points a pistol at Kagami. She thinks of you for the last time. A lie is bitter. And the other glass bead in her left hand is very, very heavy. But she knows it's all for the happy sparkle in your eyes.ki

and in return you give hell : death! geto suguru x f!reader

"death is certain, but killing doesn't have to be ugly."

DARK CONTENT, MDNI ༚༅༚˳ . ♱ . ˳༚༅༚ alternative universe, no sex, stalking, blackmail, manipulation, jealousy, envy, obsession, yandere themes, noncon foreplay, possessiveness, major character death, deadly sickness, pet names (little one, my love, beautiful), reader is a nurse for context — 3.5k words

summary: inspired by the fairytale death's messengers, you find a man, wounded beyond mortal comprehension, at your doorstep and nurse him back to health.

a/n: part of @ljubimaya's 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐌'𝐒 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐁

It all begins with a stranger laying at your doorstep, looking on the verge of death. 

His body is umoving, wrapped in the kind of silence that only the most severe of injuries can bring. A man cloaked in black, fallen to the ground as though the world had dealt him its harshest blow. His long, dark hair clings to his skin, sticky with sweat and grime. His face,  pale and sharp like the edge of a knife, is twist in pain.

Something about him seems out of this world, and yet, he looks so very human in his pain. Truth be told, all you yearn for is a warm bath after your draining nightshift, but instead there is another stray cat at your doorstep—desperate for the tender care of your hands. 

The people in your town are not only used to your kindness, they even take advantage of it—which is exactly why this man had been left at your door in the dead of night. 

You can’t refuse. It is in your kind-hearted nature to try, to heal, to save.

Kneeling beside him, you brush damp strands of his long, dark hair from his face, revealing features so flawless they seem carved by ancient stone masters. Despite his seeming strength—broad shoulders, a body hardened by something far beyond mere labour—he looks fragile. A strange dichotomy. 

“Hey,” you murmur, with your shaking fingers reaching for his ice-cold hand. “Can you hear me?”

His eyes hold an eerie emptiness as they flutter open to meet your curious ones. Their colour, rare as musgravite jewels, only alienate the man further. Subconsciously, you lean in, searching the depth of his dark stare, yet he was the one who found answers: Deciphering your entire life story with one glance alone.

“Help me,” he whispers, his voice rough yet strangely melodic. He tries to sit up, but slumps back down with a low groan. “Who did this to you?” you asked carefully , curiously. His injuries are unlike any you have ever seen before, the cuts too deep, the bruises too dark. He gives a low chuckle which quickly turns into a cough. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you, little one.” Despite the sharp edges of his situation, he sounds oddly amused.

“I…” You looked around helplessly. “Allow me,” you start a sentence you leave unfinished, the pain you are about to cause something you can’t prepare him for either way as you muster up the strength to help him rise to his feet.

His lips curl into a faint smirk, entertained by this adorable little mortal trying her best to help him. “You’re braver than you look.” Yet a wince quickly follows his mockery once you slip an arm under his shoulders to help him up. His body is heavy against yours, lean and strong but cold as ice. 

It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted from your shoulders once he finally rests on your couch.

─── ♱

For days, he stays in your little haven. Basking in your tender care as you nurse him through the worst of it, never daring to ask questions. Something tells you it is best not to find out certain details of the world.

However, it is difficult to ignore the way his presence lingers in the room, like something else, something darker. The air seems colder around him, the shadows in the room longer and sharper. 

But you ignore it all. After all, he needs you.

Eventually, you come to know his name—Suguru, he said, though it rolled off his tongue with a strange weight that made you think it wasn’t the whole truth. He speaks little about himself, and when he does, his words carry an air of melancholy, as if he was recounting memories from a lifetime far from yours.

And yet, as you press a damp cloth to his forehead, your eyes lingering a moment too long on the curve of his lips and the sharpness of his jaw, you couldn’t deny there was more to this. A pull, as if his very presence beckoned you closer.

You can’t help but notice the strength in his body, the way his muscles flex beneath his skin when he moves, the quiet beauty in his features when he sleeps. 

In those tranquil moments, you find yourself watching him more than you should. There is an unexpected grace to him. It’s impossible not to stare at his full lashes or his ebon hair spilling over his shoulders.

But there is more to him. He carries an aura that makes the air feel heavier, making your skin prickle with unease. You tell yourself it was the mystery of him, the way he seems to exist just outside the realm of normalcy.

─── ♱

When he finally recovers enough to leave, he hesitates on your doorway, his tall frame casting a large shadow over you. “Do you know who I am?” he asks, his tone low and solemn.

You know his name. But it doesn’t appear to be of importance at that moment. So you shake your head, hesitating momentarily before you speak. “No. Does it matter?”

His lips curl into a smile, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. He takes you by surprise the moment his cold lips linger against your forehead, fingertips encasing your chin to peer into your gentle eyes one more time. “I am Death,” he says simply. “The end of all things. The one who comes for every soul.”

You stare at him, your mind scrambling to process his words. The nervous chuckle escaping you is a reaction Geto is already used to. 

“That’s… not funny.”

“I am not joking.”

The look in his eyes tells you is earnest. Upon which your body subconsciously shifts into flight mode, with small steps taken backwards and away from the man you come to care for. “If you’re Death, then why are you here? Why did you need my help?”

For the first time his expression softens, just a fraction. “I was careless. Even Death is not invincible.”

You can‘t seem to find a reply for his nonsense.

“You saved me,” he continues, “and for that, I owe you a debt. I cannot undo what I am, but I can promise you this: I will not take you prematurely, and notwithout warning. When your time comes, I will send my messengers first, to prepare you.”

There was no kindness in his voice, no warmth. It was a statement, a fact, nothing more.

You nod slowly, though you’re not even sure why you offer him as much. You thought much of Geto, but didn’t expect him to be mentally unstable.

That day, he left his first curse with you. A small, deformed creature clinging to your shoulder, allowing Death to keep an eye on his chosen one.

─── ♱

Months passed, the seasons cycle through and the strange encounter becomes a brushed away dream. But the memory of his touch—cold and consuming—lingers. Even as you return to your life, throwing yourself back into work, an eeriness remains, like something shares your life force and weighs you down. 

You try to distract yourself from the growing discomfort, attempt to focus on healing others and ignoring the strange pull that lingers inside your chest.

But Death did not forget you.

When spring gives way to summer for a third time, you meet him—a kind man, with soft eyes and a gentle touch, someone who brings you comfort in the simplicity of his affection. He holds your hand with care, kisses your forehead with a tenderness that soothes any ache. His words, though few, are always full of warmth. 

It feels like a reward for the care you give to others, for your patience and your love. Maybe this was your chance at true happiness. 

And for a while, you allow yourself to be happy. You allow yourself to believe that maybe there can be a future with him, a simple life. With your new love, you feel safe, content. His touch is warm, reassuring, and his presence a balm to your soul.

It drives Death to madness. 

His jealousy surges through his very being, twisting the air around him until it becomes suffocating. How can you moved on so easily? Why are you giving his gift away to another man? You belong to him. 

Maybe promises are made to be broken, Suguru concludes, as his sanity boils away while witnessing you giving yourself to another.

Death knows no surrender. From that night on, he is there, always just out of sight. You catch glimpses of him in reflections, feel his presence in the cold that settles around you in the dead of night. He doesn’t speak, but you know it is him. 

Death. 

Watching. 

Waiting.

He has been patient enough. It is time for you to come to him, to remember who you are truly meant to be with. 

He sends a second curse. A cough. Harmless at first, just a light tickle in your throat, nothing alarming. So you dismiss it, believing it is simply a sign of the summer heat or the impeding change of the seasons. But as the days pass it grows worse. You find yourself coughing more, unable to breathe properly, your chest tightening with each passing hour as though something was pressing down on your lungs. 

It isn’t a cold. It isn’t something you can just sleep off. Something is wrong.

“Do you love him?” 

A deep voice often asks in your dreams. The question rings in your memory over and over again. Something about the tone was eerily familiar yet unknown all at once.

The sensation of someone watching you—the same suffocating, chilling presence you have tried so hard to forget—returns. Creeping into your life, even as you fight it with all your strength. 

He stalks you at night, a shadow that seems to grow stronger with every passing day. His jealousy consumes him, his need for you becoming a twisted obsession. And even while your lover comes to you, offering comfort and warmth, Suguru is there, lurking in the background, claiming you in ways that no mortal can ever comprehend.

You begin to distance yourself from your fiance, afraid that the illness might be contagious. Retreating into the silence of your home, shielding society from your misery, you isolate yourself. 

The cough, now violent, rackes your body.

By autumn, a third curse has joined. A fever that seeps into your veins, leaving you bedridden on your worst days. You visited doctors, tried medication, but nothing seems to help. Your body grows weaker, your once-bright eyes dull through exhaustion and pain.

But no matter how hard you try, you can’t escape it.

You can’t escape him.

You wake in the middle of the night to find him standing at the foot of your bed, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes your skin crawl. “Are you truly here?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

He doesn’t answer, only tilting his head, as if studying you. His presence is suffocating, a reminder of the mortality you can’t escape. You hate him for it, and yet, part of you longs for the man you once cared for, the man who looked so vulnerable in your arms.

"You’re unwell, aren’t you?" His voice is smooth, deep, exactly like the one that haunts your memory.

You nod hesitantly. “I’ve been sick for weeks… I’m not sure what’s going on.”

His smile deepens in faux-compassion, an expression that makes your blood run cold. "I can help with that, my dear."

Though, before you can respond, he disappears, lost in the shadows. But his words linger in your mind like a curse. 

─── ♱

Your final scene begins.

By now you are barely hanging on. The fever consumes you, leaving you delirious and weak.The wish of experiencing another Christmas seems like an impossible dream, your apartment is a cold, abandoned place. A mirror of your body, devoid of any love and comfort. 

And as you lie there, weak and frail, your mind begins to fill with dreams—no, not dreams, not anymore.

Death visits uninvited, when you are too weak to stop him. Night after night, you awake to the feeling of a cold touch on your skin, a whisper in your ear sweet like poison, the unmistakable presence of Suguru. His lips brush against your neck, his hands caress your fevered body, and all the while, his voice murmurs in that low, dangerous tone.

"My love... my beautiful, fragile love. Soon, I will no longer be a shadow to you. Soon our flesh shall embrace and we shall be as one.”

It drives you insane. You want to scream, want to beg him to leave you in peace, but the words won’t come. Instead, you awake again, breathless and panicked, the sensation of his touch lingering on your skin like a phantom ache.

Whenever your frantic eyes search the room, you find no sign of him. No shadow, no dark figure standing by your bed. And yet, you can feel him. He is there, in your bones, chilling you to your very core.

The cough that started in summer leads to your grand finale in the depth of winter, when the world grows cold and lifeless.

The night before Christmas, the fever burns like wildfire. Each breath feels like a battle, your body wracked with shivers that no blanket may calm. In your hopelessness, you think of him—the man you once nursed back to health. Death. And in your fevered delirium, you curse him.

That’s when he returns.

The air grows still, unnaturally so. Shadows gather, thick and impenetrable, until they shape into a figure at the edge of your bed. Him.

“My love,” he nearly purrs, his voice laced with something dark and possessive. He steps closer, his presence overwhelming, suffocating, you can’t help but shrink back into your bed.

“You should have known better than to entertain another,” Death muses, his tone soft, almost sweet, yet dipped in venom. “Did you think I would not see? Did you think I would let another have you?”

Tears dance along your lash line, your head shakes softly from left to right until you feel dizzy. “I didn’t... I wasn’t… You promised me—”

“Shh.” He is beside you now, his cold fingers brushing against your burning cheek. “It doesn’t matter, my dear. You’re mine. You always have been.” 

The chill of his touch feels like relief, one that you can’t refuse but lean into and yet it sends a shiver of fear through you. His gaze lingers on you, drinking in your frailty, the way your body trembles, the way your chest heaves with laboured breaths. It is as though every part of you—the sickness, the weakness—was a testament to his power over you.

You make him feel mighty.

He leans in, close enough that you can feel his breath against your face. His lips curve into a wicked smile, that when you come to realise that he is overjoyed. There was no mistaking the look in his eyes. This very moment is Death’s personal heaven.

"I’ve waited so long," Suguru whispers, his voice low and dripping with dark affection. "So long to see you this way, fragile, weak… yearning for me."

His lips press to your neck, icy and unrelenting, stealing the warmth from your skin with each display of affection. His hands claim every inch of you that monkey dared to taint with his mortal hands. 

The tension between you and Suguru grows unbearable. You want to fight him off, want to yell at him, want to break free, but every time you try, his strength overwhelms you. 

He is Death, after all, and you are nothing.

"Please," you gasp, voice weakening beneath his kisses. "I don’t want to die. Not yet."

"You’re already dying, darling," he whispers in return. "But don’t worry. I’ll be with you. Every step of the way." His thumb traces your jawline, wiping away a tear you haven’t realised had fallen. You were already drowning in the cold pull of him, in the overpowering grip of death. 

Life has no meaning, but your death shall.

Your body can no longer fight, can no longer resist him. Weak hands try to paw him away, yet to Death it was but a featherlight caress against his chest—enticing, pitiful.

The cold seeps through your figure as he finds refuge between your thighs, to press his groin against your near-lifeless form. His kisses are unrelenting, reaching down to the valley of your breasts with a tenderness that sends chills down your spine. His hands roam, claim, tear at you with an icy grip as he holds you firmly beneath him. 

"You look so beautiful, my love," Suguru praises in deep satisfaction, his voice softer now, almost affectionate. "So close to me," a sighed moan vibrates against your skin as terror grips you tighter upon the realisation of something hard grinding against your stiff body.

“You called for me,” he whispers against your ear, his voice a cruel mockery of tenderness. “And I  listened to your command. Now I’ll take you with me-” he pants, clearly strained from shamelessly moving against you. 

Tears run free as you stare up at him, his smile tender and twisted all at once. “Please,” you whispered. “Don’t.”

He grasps your wrist in his hold, keeping you wide open while his face hovers dangerously close to yours, black strands cascading like curtains as his figure dwarves yours. 

“Have I not sent you one messenger after another?” he seethes with terrible hunger. “Did the cough not render your mortal body weak? Did not fever come and strike you, and shake you, and throw you down? Did you not feel a heavy burden on your shoulder the moment I left? During the night, did you not lie there beside me already, begging for me to come to you?”

He releases you from his bruising grip, his fingertips trace the shape of your lips instead. “You are mine,” he said, his voice a dark promise. “Now and forever.”

His presence is suffocating, his touch commanding, and as his hand slid down to your chest, his fingers digging into your skin, you feel something inside you break.

His lips hover over your neck, just above where the pulse still weakly beats. "This is my love," he murmurs. You can feel the cold of his breath against your skin, a prelude to the final moment. Tears won’t stop streaming down your face, strained cries escape your dry lips and through it all, Suguru whispers nothing but his sick testament of devotion into your skin.

The words hit you like a hammer. "Shh," he cooed. "It’s time." In an instant, his lips press against your skin. Your vision blurs as his kisses continue, the weight of your body dragging you down.

With a deep, longing kiss, Suguru steals your life force: allowing the cold to fill your very being. 

It is unbearable.

As though your body is being turned to ice from the inside out, each kiss a freezing touch that steals the warmth from your blood, the fire of your soul. Your body goes limp as the last of your strength slips away. His kisses trail down across your chest, each one leaving an imprint of icy darkness that consumes you. 

And in that very moment, you feel the coldest, deepest part of him—pressing against your lips, stealing the last of your breath. Your body grows still, your pulse fades, and then, just as everything seems to fall into darkness—there is a sudden, jarring pull. Something inside you is being torn away, your very essence ripped from your body.

Your soul is leaving you. No, Death forces it to leave.

It turns into an orb—a pale, glowing sphere that hovers before him. His eyes gleam with victory, a sickened joy in his expression, as he reaches out, slowly, almost lovingly, to take it. Cradling you in his palm like his most prized possession.

With a swift motion you’re gone. Swallowed whole, consumed entirely as Suguru licks his lips.

You are his. All of you. For eternity.

His eyes fall shut for a moment, savouring the feeling of you—now part of him. He had claimed you in the most intimate way possible, and you would never be free again.

"Forever," he whispers, his voice filled with dark pleasure. "You’re mine. My beautiful, fragile pet. Forever."

Suguru sits back on your bed, a triumphant sigh ringing into the silence. He waited so long for this, for the day when you would finally be his. Now, he can feel you inside him, feel the warmth of your soul, your essence, your pain eternally bonded to him.

He can’t wait to let you out for your future play dates.

And as your empty body lies before him, still and cold, Suguru smiles—sick, twisted, and overjoyed. “So beautiful,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing your lips. “Even in death,” he finalises, before crashing his lips into yours one more time.

Forever.

dividers by @/cafekitsune

Did you get my Yandere! Juleka Couffaine/Purple Tigress x Female Reader? Like I wrote before, Reader is a chill, laid back girl who's friends with Marc and Nathaniel. Reader is the only one who truly pays attention to Juleka, causing her to go crazy. Juleka stalks Reader as Purple Tigress. After Reader visits Nathaniel's house, she gets stalks and cornered by Purple Tigress. Can there be kissing and a bit of touching?

I have received it and already started working on it. It's a very interesting request. Thank you for your attention to this blog!

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Adults: ¡young people today only they look at the physical!

young people today: the 3 geometric figures are so attractive 👉👈😳

Never thought shapes would be sexy.

Also we simped over the spec ops guys last year so???? 🤨🤨

Reminder: English is not my native language. There may be errors here

I have more headcanon content. (I wrote too many.) Let me know if you want to see part 2 ╰(*°▽°*)╯

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere! Pairing: Yandere! Tangerine x Reader, Yandere! Lemon x Reader tw: platonic obsession, restriction of freedom, invasion of privacy (reading other people's correspondence), infantilization of the reader

Being a sibling to these two is definitely not an easy task. They love you more than their own lives. And they will do almost anything to make you happy. But work makes them terribly controlling.

Minimal social contacts. No schools or universities. The most you can hope for is homeschooling. They will be against you working. Darling, the Twins are some of the best assassins. Anyone could want to hurt you to get revenge on them. No one in the criminal world should know about your existence.

Another important point for them is the need to frequently change their place of residence. Despite owning properties in various locations around the world, they prefer not to stay in one place for too long. You will be able to visit a bunch of different countries and cities. As a compromise, the Twins are willing to occasionally return to the place you liked living the most. But only on the condition that you behave well.

It's most likely that such family relationships have developed since your shared childhood. I can't imagine these guys taking someone off the street and suddenly placing them in their family. That's impossible. They don't trust anyone. They don't let anyone get too close. But the fact that you grew up with them is more plausible. The older you all got, the deeper they got into the criminal world, the more they protected you. It was a slow and gradual process. Because of this, you didn't experience a strong shock from the restrictions and simply got used to these circumstances.

Tangerine is a bad cop. He constantly forbids everything and is the first to punish. It's important to him that you obey. But he does this not for his own sense of control, but so that you are always prepared for a dangerous situation. He does not tolerate fooling around in the face of a threat to your lives. If he says to hide and stay quiet, you do it. If he says to run, you don't ask questions and run.

Lemon is the one who pushes you into silly, funny adventures and then pretends he had nothing to do with it (an absolute rascal). After that, he throws crackers into your room window to make the punishment a bit more bearable. He relies more on your ingenuity and cunning in a dangerous situation. In his opinion, Tangerine underestimates you.

Punishments, though unpleasant, are not too harsh. They may lock you in a room for a few hours to a few days (Of course, they will continue to feed you. This is not torture). You may also lose various privileges, such as walking around the city with your brothers and some types of entertainment. There is a possibility of receiving a temporary ban on using the internet.

About the internet. Negotiating with them about this was the most difficult thing in your life. But through arguments (mostly Tangerine's shouting) and discussions, you all managed to find a compromise. They allowed it, but set several rules for you.

Rule #1: Maintain anonymity.

Rule #2: No real-life meetings.

Rule #3: Tangerine can read all your messages at any time. (Sometimes this "honorable" task falls to Lemon. Usually when Tangerine is busy. Then Lemon takes your phone and with the most concentrated expression he can muster, reads memes for 10 minutes. Afterward, he tells Tangerine there's nothing suspicious in the messages. This guy is the best bro in the universe.)

Most often, Tangerine is the one you go out for walks with. He takes you to trendy boutiques and restaurants. Sometimes it seems to you that he does this just to have a reason to give a menacing look to other visitors who dare to flirt with you, or to start a fight with those who are rude. You roll your eyes every time at his nasty character when you get kicked out of a trendy restaurant because of a fight or his foul language. (God. How does this guy manage to work undercover? He has zero patience.) He simply shrugs and says it's not his fault. However, Tan genuinely enjoys spending time with you. He listens attentively and remembers everything. Tangerine feels a slight guilt for partly keeping you away from their lives and constantly disappearing on missions with Lemon. But he understands that this part of their life is dangerous. Therefore, he tries to make up for the lack of communication with these walks. He hopes this will help you not feel lonely. Sometimes when he pulls a stick out of his ass, you have a lot of fun with him. He taught you how to shoot a gun and basic self-defense techniques. At the same time, he's confident that these skills will never be needed for you. He and Lemon always watch over you and are ready to remove anyone who gets in their way.

Lemon is the one you spend lazy evenings with. Watching movies and eating all sorts of goodies are your main goals on every such evening. (He always suggests watching Thomas & Friends, but you swear that soon you'll start feeling nauseous from how often you've watched it.) Lemon is more approachable of the two brothers. Because of this, you talk more openly with him and often trust him with important secrets. Lemon honestly keeps it (which annoys Tangerine, but he can't do anything about it), but only as long as it's not something really important that he feels needs to be discussed with his brother. He often gives great life advice, though he disguises it as characters from the Thomas. Also Lemon loves to get on Tangerine's nerves through you. If there's something you can do to annoy Tangerine, under Lemon's careful guidance, you'll do it. And you don't mind. When else will you have the chance to get back at Tangerine for being such a jerk?

Squid Game AU. Because why not

Y/n: -It's so good that I have a triangle.

Guard!Luka: -...

Y/n: *casts a passionate glance at the guard* Because it's easy to make a heart out of a triangle for you.

Guard!Luka: *shy*

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Y/n: *slaps a guard on the ass loudly*

All: *shocked*

Guard!Adrien: *blushes*

Y/n: -There is one problem. I still don't have your number.......... Oh yes. I don't have a phone either.

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Player: -You should stop acting like that.

Y/n: -Why? Will they kill me for bad jokes? Ahaha

All: *are silent*

Y/n: -Ahah... ha... They won't do it, will they? Right? WHY ARE YOU SILENT?????

(What is it? This is a learning experiment!)

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Adrien Agreste x Reader, Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader, Yandere! Ladybug x Reader, Yandere! Marinette Dupen Chang x Reader

Gabriel: -Adrian, we need to talk seriously.

Adrien: "Oh no. He found out that I was running away to patrol. Or did he find cheese. How can I explain this? What if I got caught reincarnating as Chat Noir "

Gabriel: - What about the girl in your wardrobe? Why is she here and why is she bound?

Adrien: - Ah! Em... We are... conducting research work with her on the victims of the abduction. This is a learning experiment!

Gabriel: * looks intently *

Adrien: * sweats nervously *

Gabriel: - Okay. Don't Forget Your Chinese Lesson Today.

Adrien: * exhales with relief*

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Y/n: - Luka is one of the calmest people. I don’t know what has to happen in order for he to become akumatized.

Somebody: * offends a y/n*

Luka: * acumatized*

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Ladybug: - I should stop giving y/n the Miraculouses just because I like her. It's irresponsible. And I put her in danger.

Somebody: * acumatized *

Ladybug: -Y/n, take this Miracle Box.

Y/n: - Wait... Again?

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Alya: - Did you just sneak a photo?

Marinette: -Of course not!

Alya: - You called me again as cover. Who are you following this time? Is that Adrien?

Marinette: * drops her bag with shaking hands. A bunch of pictures of the y/n fall out *

Alya: - Don't you think this is strange?

Marinette: -No...

Y/n: * walks in the park, unaware of anything *

Can you write imagine with yandere!Luka Couffaine where he falls in love with a albino!reader, please?

Love your blogs with yandere💕💕💕💕💕

Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Luka Couffaine x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts

Thank you for waiting for an answer and love honey~ Sure. I added a bit of anxiety. Hope this doesn't ruin the story for you.

Happy reading!

Luka wants to believe that looks are not important to him. The personal qualities of a person are much more important. And feelings. However, when he sees you, he can no longer be sure of his judgments.

In his sweetest dreams, your extraordinary features flicker. At the next "Kitty Section" rehearsal that you were able to attend, Luka excitedly plays the strings of the guitar, examining your snow-white hair. Is it soft? Could he ever run his fingers over it? How does it smell? Every morning, he looks in reflection at his blue irises of his eyes, and the memory of your bright purple lights burns in his brain. Of such shrill. Shining with life.

But today your eyes weren't shining anymore. Luka was terrified for the first time in a long time. You awkwardly chatted with the group, and when their attention turned to something else, disappeared into the bathroom. The guy followed you unnoticed. It took a little time and a conversation through the door before you let him in, muttering something about the bullies.

You glance uncertainly at the mirror, and then immediately look away. Your hands are securely clasped in front of your chest. Luka is standing close behind you, chin resting on your shoulder. His arms are wrapped around your waist. The guy easily blows on the snow-white strand of hair. It wiggles and tickles his nose. A gentle smile splits his lips. Luka brings attention back to you.

"What did they tell you?"

"Nothing special."

He frowns. A chill runs down your spine.

"I just want to help." He insists again. A hand grabs your chin and turns your head back to the mirror. The fingers of the other hand dig painfully into the side. You flinch.

"They laughed at how I looked. They said ... that I was unnatural."

The painful grip on your side returns to light stroking again. Luka freezes, deep in thought. His gaze glances over you greedily. How could someone say something so terrible? You are completely natural. Perfect.

"See - you look pretty."

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Luka turns you around, takes your face in his hands and leaves a kiss.

"Don't worry. They won't bother you anymore. I'll take care of it."

Luka will do anything to bring the light back into your eyes. Even if it has to be pulled out of someone else.

Can you please do a platonic Yandere Adrien, Luca and Marinette. 🙏

Please don't read this if you are uncomfortable with the yandere!

Pairing: Yandere! Marinette x Reader, Yandere! Adrien x Reader, Yandere! Luka x Reader

tw: disturbing thoughts, blackmail, manipulation, threats

Hope you like it~ Thank you very much for waiting ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

I also want to belatedly congratulate everyone on Valentine's Day. Wishing you more love this year. And may our beloved non-existent characters always be in our hearts! ( ╥ω╥ )

MARINETTE

-Her obsession with Adrien fades into the background. Now she is more preoccupied with your friendship. Marinette is always there. Joint study tasks, creative projects, walks, family games (You are part of her family. Dupain-Cheng family loves you). She sometimes feels insecure, so she is very jealous. Will do her best to push all your friends away from you (and from her, if necessary). To achieve the goal, she is ready to deviate from the principles and to use the Miraculouses for selfish purposes.

-You are not only her friend, but also a muse. She loves to sew outfits for you and give you other handmade gifts. All her notebooks are filled with drawings of you. You will have to be a model for all her projects. If you don't want, she will find a way to convince you (Will it be a cookie bribe or a threat to friends? You choose :) ).

-You (yet) can't spend every second with her. Marinette feels uncomfortable being alone, therefore, at such moments, she needs confirmation of your friendship. Usually these are millions of joint photos, paired pendants and your gifts for her. She keeps all the valuables in plain sight. It reminds her of you.

-Even when she becomes a Guardian to the Miracle Box, there's no way you'll get one. No. It's too dangerous. Sometimes she wants to give up everything in order to have more time for you. But she understands that then the threats will not disappear, and she will no longer be able to protect you.

ADRIEN

-His biggest fear is to scare you away, so Adrien is very careful. It will be difficult for you to notice his strange behavior. If suspicions arise, he will definitely remind you of his loneliness and poor socialization (Is it wrong to be so clingy? Oh, sorry, he didn't know, because he had few friends since childhood. He does not know how to properly behave with them. You don't want to date today? Father recently also broke a promise to spend the day together. You shouldn't leave him, because you are friends).

-Adrien is rich and generous. His gifts will be uncomfortably expensive. You will get everything that you have long wanted (He remembers what you're talking about), designer things (It reminded him of you), an offer to travel with him for work in another city/country (It's alright as long as you don't interfere with work. One gets bored. And together you can walk around the neighborhood together).

-Probably admits that he is Chat Noir. Adrien trusts you completely and doesn't want to keep secrets from you. Lets you get the most out of it. Do you want a joint photo with the hero to brag to everyone? Certainly. Anything for his dear friend.

-He allows you to communicate with other people. The guy is sure that you will return to him. If anyone gets too arrogant, Adrien will pay them to leave. If they refuse the offer... Adrien will find another way to get rid of them. In the meantime, you are crying on his shoulder, the guy will smile with satisfaction. He did a great job "clearing" his best friend's life of bad people.

LUKA

-Soft but tenacious yandere. He also tries to spend all his free time with you. First of all, he tries to captivate you with creativity. He will teach you how to play the guitar if you're interested. He will invite you to write songs together if you play any instrument. Offers to combine your two different hobbies (Hey. You can sew/draw/knit/sculpt while he plays). Starts working more to be able to take you to cafes and shops. He will find the most picturesque places in Paris to invite you for a walk there. He will make you friends with his family so that you often want to visit them all.

-Luka tries to respect your personal space. He really tries. But it is vital for him to touch you. It's comforting. Be prepared to hug and hold hands. If you are uncomfortable, he will offer alternative options: you can clasp your little fingers or he will hold on to the strap of your bag/your sleeve while you are walking.

-If you ask him if he hears your music, he will play it with pleasure. However, sometimes he refuses. At such moments, instead of the usual favorite melody, Luka hears something disturbing. He starts thinking about your friendship. Is it normal to feel this way towards you? Friends shouldn't be obsessed with each other... right? But then he distracts himself from these thoughts. No. Everything is fine. He's just worried about you. Friends are supposed to take care of each other. He sincerely loves you and wants only the best for you. Today is just a hard day. He will take you for ice cream.

-Luka doesn't like it when you hang out with someone else, but he handles it with patience. He thinks he has no right to isolate you. Tries to adjust the situation so that you do not meet alone with other friends. He doesn't need you to get too close to someone else. Of course, chat with this person, but Luka will be there. Do you want to meet someone? He can also invite his friends. In a big company it will be much more fun. Did you meet someone on the street? Just say hello and leave. You hurry.

- Luka is a non-confrontational person. He will not arrange loud quarrels if he does not like something. But he has learned to skillfully manipulate you. His advice seems so right. Everything he tells you makes sense. So, just thank Luka for taking care of you. He is a truly valuable friend.