Fangirl-otaku

 A/N DISCLAIMER: Just making sure you know by this point: really mild sexual references, and implied violence/dark content!! Please do keep in mind! x x x “Sayyy myy name…” he sung a little, his voice so low you could barely hear it over the rumbling thunder. You stopped sobbing instantly as he pulled away your hands, and lifted your chin up gently… facing him… “Say it.” You gulped, eyes red but with whatever strength you had left you managed to speak boldly, “Kyouya.” Makoto smiled slowly, savouring your expression and his fingers left your chin. For a while he just kneeled beside

Thunder crackled more in the distance, and you almost stumbled in your attempt to get away. Your eyes wildly scoured the premises, nothing but the eerie white room in sight. Were you wrong about this feeling? Could you really be…home? You wanted to run out, and confirm this but Makoto’s bulky figure stood in your way. “Don’t worry, (f/n)-sama… you’re not wrong.” Almost as though he read your mind, Makoto stepped closer toward you. “It’s been a long time hm? Welcome home.” He smiled brightly and everything in your body froze at his words. “Wh-What are we doing here?”

“Kazuki.” You spat out, breathing in heavily to control the strong emotions that were threatening to break across your face. His stare venomous, he almost bit his tongue as he struggled to rein in his emotions too. “Hello, sister.” He grabbed the chair across you and sat himself down, but not before shrugging off his blazer, draping it across and dusting off the chair. For a few minutes a tense silence settled around the both of you, a power play- who would be the first to play their cards? You had questions, but asking them without incentive was like airing your concerns openly with him. It showed that you held an

A/N: STRONG LANGUAGE ADVISORY to be kept in mind generally along with potential violence and dark stuff disclaimer. * * * “(f/n)-sama… why are you here?” You turned your head away from him, unable to shake off your deep uneasiness at his voice, and faced Sousuke. In a flash you recognised him, your eyes widening as the culprit of your locker-invasion blinked wearily at you. Within seconds, his eyes rolled and he surrendered to the pain, falling unconscious. You noticed blood dripping from his shoulder, crimson in the darkness, painting the long fingers you had otherwise considered gentle. Makoto’s powerful hold on Sou

DISCLAIMER: I should probably have put this up on the first chapter, but I will remind at this point, that since it IS a yandere story, things are going to get slightly disturbing and there might be violence, really mild gore and other dark themes. Nothing too scarring imo, but please be aware if you are sensitive to such things. ---- “Haruka??” You made your way to the door, resting your ear against it and sure enough the deep voice of the Iwatobi vice-captain reached you, “Can I come in?” An eyebrow raised, you wondered what the purpose of his sudden visit was. Considering the close childhood friendship Haruka sh

*pop* The man across you jerked his head in anger and disbelief, staring at you. *pop* You chewed silently, your expression as blank as ever, as you held his gaze effortlessly. *pop* The room held an eerie silence, bright and colourful lights flickering outside the windows. You both could hear the telltale signs of bells jingling and muted laughter, but it was from another realm. In this room there was nothing but fear. *pop* You didn’t blink, just chewed, your posture as relaxed as ever. You could see the man struggle to glare at you relentlessly, his dry eyes tearing a bit, and a vein in his forehead pulsed as you blew another

“Oy Jaeger hurry up, would you?” “Yeah, yeah just hold on...” Eren casually tapped a thoughtful finger to his chin, browsing through the catalogue. Levi watched, tapping his foot impatiently as Eren continued to display a variety of perplexed emotions at every page. Finally unable to take it after ten minutes, Levi grabbed the catalogue, tearing it away from Eren’s vision. “What’s so god damn confusing about buying chocolates?” Eren startled, his posture stiff in his chair at Levi’s strict, cold gaze. His tone changing abruptly, Eren stuttered, “S-S-sorry Sir, it’s just that

They say a man in love gains a new sense of self. You slipped on your shoes, and pulled your hair up in front of the mirror. Tying a perfect bun you left your room. You felt the usual excitement bubble within you, and you had the urge to run across the long corridors and down the staircase but you kept yourself in check. After all, there were servants everywhere in the mansion… you didn’t want to look unseemly. Walking at a reasonable pace, you crossed several rooms coming to the head of the grand staircase. The equipment in your training bag clanked as you headed down, smiling and wishing the servants who were cleaning the glas

Rain. It had been raining the dark night Father banged through the front door, shocking you that the servants had not escorted him- he was wet to the bone, his coat dripping puddles of water on the polished floor. You were surprised he had even gone out in this weather. You remembered then that Father himself had dismissed the servants earlier that day, another unusual move. Father had always been behaving strangely since the funeral. He would lock himself up in his room, and hold weekly meetings behind locked doors with strange men in suits. The servants began to take over every activity in the house- including your upbringing. You liked M

It was early morning. You didn’t know what time it was, but it was far too early for the weekend.  Groaning, you pushed yourself off the bed and shoved your tired feet into your slippers. Stumbling in the small apartment you grabbed the source of your discomfort this morning- the ringing telephone. “Yes?” you spoke out, trying not to sound as tired as you felt. “(f/n) senpai, is that you?” you heard a familiar voice on the other end and your interest perked. “Umm.. yes?” “That’s great, this is Ryugazaki Rei.. I hope I haven’t disturbed you.” “Oh! Rei, yeah that’s f