The old saying went, "love happens when you stop looking for it" and that exactly what happened with you and Satoru. You were at a great point in your life with close friends, thriving in your career and personal goals, and actually not seeking any romantic opportunities, when you met him. It was a modern fairytale type of love story - everything had clicked so well. He was a loving, generous, and committed boyfriend.

During the duration of your relationship and prior to your marriage, when you still saw your friends often enough, you and Satoru were one of those nauseating couples that were just always too in love. And each time your friends complained about their partners, you had nothing to contribute to this conversation from your end, because your relationship with Satoru was amazing; you two communicated well in your disagreements on the very rare occasions they happened, and never fought. Unbeknownst to you, your perfect relationship created turmoil of envy amongst your friends sometimes, and often, including you, they wondered how you found such a perfect boyfriend, who not only had an amazing personality (based on what you said), but also so handsome, and a great job. Evidently, after dating for two years (living together for one), when Satoru proposed to you, you accepted easily without any hesitation. That was three years ago - things were much different now. One being that you had become a vegetable due to your addiction.

Laying still in the residential facility's bed, hooked up to countless of IV's, eyes glazed over in haze, incompressible and muffled conversations happened around you, that you barely register.

One of the nurses, who was amidst changing one of your IV bags, looked down at you in pity, as two doctors spoke about your condition, one being your husband.

"-- overdosing on nitrogen oxide, she's paralyzed from her waist down as a result. She's going to need medical detox for a while, until she's not in a vegetative state at least anymore. We're hoping the with detox, eventually, she might walk again with support, but we don't know at this stage, but you know that Gojo, you're one of our best. It's such a shame that your wife did this to herself. How did she even think to take it for her chronic pain instead of just speaking to you?" His colleague asked, and stared at Satoru as he held his wife's hand and lovingly stroked it, in an effort to comfort her. He looked at you with so much love in his eyes, that both of the other medical staff present in the room, felt pity for him that he was stuck with an addict for a wife, but also awestruck at how much he cared for you and wanted you to get better.

"One of her friends, who has a history convinced her to start and hide it from me," Satoru murmured, frowning.

The nurse scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Typical. Birds of the same feathers, flock together."

In response, Satoru's sharp gaze immediately snapped to the nurse, his sapphire eyes atypically cold and calculating, and his lips pressed together in a thin line. Momentarily, he narrowed his eyes at her, but then plastered on his usual smile.

"We shouldn't be so judgmental, you know people have addictions in response to a lot of trauma, they don't know any better. It breaks my heart that [Name] experienced that too, I can't imagine what must have been going in her head," Satoru started, frowning, and lovingly started to stroke your head. "I just wish she spoke to me about her troubles, and opened up her heart to me. I would do anything to help her, I wouldn't have taken my marriage vows otherwise. In sickness and in health - I will always be there for her. I wish she took them seriously as I did and would trust and rely on me," he spoke somberly.

His physician colleague smiled at him sadly, before they got up gave him a friendly pat in reassurance. "You're a good dude Gojo, not only for what you do for our patients, but also looking after your wife with so much dedication. We're all here for her, and you too. We'll do our best," they promised, and Satoru returned their smile with his outstretched one.

"We'll leave you two alone for a bit." The physician colleague stated, and with the nurse, they left the your room, shutting the door behind them. Right away, the smile on Satoru's face dropped, and he scowled, before he directed his gaze back at your immobilised form. There was a love-struck look on his face, mixed with a hint of resentment.

"Did you hear that [Name]? I'm so good and dedicated to you. If only you were the same, and you hadn't tried to run away from me, it wouldn't have come down to this. You wouldn't have forced me to start drugging you," he whispered, and then, pecked your cheek.

"My darling, my sweetheart, I hope for your recovery, because I miss you. But I really don't want you running away from me again. I think just one more overdose should be enough for permanent paralysis," Satoru murmured, before he took out an inhaling flask, and attached the bottle of drug hidden in his pocket, to it, and held it in front of your nose and mouth. Evidently, in your vegetative state, you did not understand what was happening around you, and could not protest against the drug administration that was forced on you. Breathing was an automatic biological mechanism, and so, as your body naturally breathed in, you inhaled the administered nitrogen oxide.

Satoru watched you with a wide maniac grin.

"You can never leave me again."

***

Taehyung

The air in the atmosphere was tense, and the fact that Taehyung’ was close to reaching his breaking point, was evident in the way his irises were empty of emotions. 

What was supposed to be a night of fun, something that would help you destress from all of the other ongoing stress in your life, had turned out to be the opposite; the situation was dire, and its’ twisted plot had just manifested the distress you wanted to get rid off in the first place. 

“You thought I was just a fling?” He asked, and the way he spoke it was posed like a usual question, but you knew better. Beneath his seemingly calm state, there was a volcanic fury on the edge of bursting. The lack of emotion in his voice – a rare phenomena for Taehyung, made you gulp in nervousness. And this nervousness only manifested when you abruptly became aware of the fact that you were having this conversation while you were bare. 

Feeling conscious about the physical aspect of your nakedness was never a problem with Taehyung. With his guaranteed experience that came hand-in-hand with his reputation of being a playboy, it never left any room for dissatisfaction. But much more than that, unlike with anyone else you had ever been with, he always took his time to appreciate – almost worship each aspect of your body. The concept of insecurity was nothing but a fleeting dream in the moments you were involved intimately with him. However, that was not the case right now. So, you could not help but pull the sheets around you closer to yourself, hoping they would provide you with some sort of comforting security. 

“I– You can’t blame me for that can you? With your reputation, how am I supposed to think of this as anything else other than a fling?!” You responded, and the unintentional accusatory tone in your voice, caused Taehyung’s fingers to twitch in anticipation. 

He really hoped you wouldn’t test his self-control again because he could only hold himself back for so long. 

“I told you I loved you, and you said it back.” 

“I– I thought it was an on the spur of the moment kind of thing,” You admitted sheepishly, and then all Taehyung started to see in that moment was red. 

However, before he did something that would have worsened the situation for you or even himself, it was fortunate presently that you were willingly and had decided to speak just in the nick of time. 

“I’m not opposed to becoming serious but I– honestly, I still have my doubts so if you’re willing to prove your loyalty and give me the time I need then we can try,” You offered honestly. Although, your suggestion was not his optimum response, it was better than what you said to Jimin in another alternative universe. 

So, knowing that the situation could be better, but also could be worse, Taehyung decided this was okay… For now. In due time, once he proved himself to you, you were going to give him all of you, and nothing less. 

He gave a smile that was strained ever so slightly. 

“Sure, I’ll wait for you and do whatever it takes to gain your trust. I hope you willingly put the same effort that I do too.”

Jungkook

“You don’t really think you can leave without my permission, do you? Tell me you aren’t that stupid [Name],” Jungkook said, sighing. Then, he rubbed his temples as if to say that dealing with your shenanigans again was a headaching chore to deal with. 

You bit your lip and shifted your gaze to the ground. The small packed bag you held in your hands that consisted of your necessities, was close to slipping out of your grip because your arms were trembling. Whether this was due to sorrow, fear, or both – you did not know. 

“I, I don’t want to be with you anymore Jungkook. I can’t be with you! No matter how much I try to move on from what happened, I just, I can’t deal with it, it’s not healthy for me. You’re not healthy for me. P-Please just let me leave,” You pleaded, and the amount of unease you felt while pleading this, made you feel queasy. 

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and scrutinized you with a  judgemental stare, before he scoffed at you. 

“How many times have we done this now? This is the third time you’ve brought it up. I told you I’m sorry for sleeping with others behind your back, and I promise I won’t do it again. What else do you want me to do?! I can’t go back in time and change the past. Get over it already,” He snapped, and you winced at the harsh loudness of his voice. 

“Why are you so awful–” You started, but Jungkook cut you off. 

“Why are you always nagging me about this? Did you ever stop to think that I slept with others out of my respect for your wishes?! You were the one who wanted to wait for your first time, so I respected your wishes and gave you the time until you were ready and fulfilled my own needs with someone else. And it meant nothing! Each time I slept with someone else it was always you I imagined, and after you became ready to sleep with me, I became ready to settle down with  you,” Jungkook stated, and to him, what he said made perfect sense. He could not understand why you kept on bringing this up and not understand it by now. 

And he was right in the way that you truly did not understand the logic behind his absurd reasoning. If anything, his logic left you feeling completely flabbergasted. The fact that he did not see anything wrong with his actions, and simply apologised for the sake of apologising and did not mean a word of it, repulsed you so much that you lost your touch with reality and were unable to grasp it. 

Seeing the frozen look on your face prompted a sigh out of Jungkook, as he walked towards you. He grabbed your bag out of your hands with one hand, and one of your now free hands with his other. 

He guided you back into your shared abode, reminding himself to arrange something that would prevent your attempts of escape permanently. 

“It’s late at night, let’s sleep on this and talk about it tomorrow,” He said. 

Jungkook decided he either had to lock you up so you could not  get access to your belongings or any money to escape in the first place. Or he would need to induce memory loss to make you forget about the whole sleeping thing so you would stop bringing it up and live together with him in peace. 

—-

I sort of associated fuck boy thing = cheating in this ;;

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who uses his political power as the village's leader to convince your clan to marry him, because there is no stronger protection offered other than an alliance through marriage, especially an alliance with the Hokage's clan.

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara with you as his precious wife, now has dreams he didn't believe were possible after Izuna' death; as well as becoming the strongest shinobi, he wants to start a family with you. He becomes erratic at the thought that he won't be alone anymore, and he can a big family to raise, just like the one he grew up in.

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who wants to try for kids as soon as possible once he realises he wants to start his own family. He makes you quit your kunoichi career, because obviously, you will have no time to play ninja with the amount of kids he's going to spill into you. He wants at least 5, just like how it was with him and his brothers.

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who keeps you, his wife full of his cum, fingers clogging your pussy once he cums inside you, so there is no waste of his seed. Everything he gives you, you need to take it, because he wants you pregnant as soon as possible. He fucks you multiple times a day to keep you full of his cum, and uses shadow clones to be present for his Hokage duties, because it has to be him - the real him - that fucks his wife and gets her swelled up with his babies.

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who becomes much worse in his tendencies once you're pregnant. He is possessive - he is always touching you physically to make his claim on you. His hand grips yours, or stays on your lower back protectively. He is controlling, assigning you multiple guards, and only the best ones too, that watch over you not only for your safety, but also to report back all their surveillance on you. He is needy, because once you're pregnant, he still fucks you around the clock like you're his assigned meal times. But once you're too big to be fucked, then he uses your mouth more often. He's so accustomed to your body, that for Madara, it's literally the same as starvation if he doesn't have you at least twice a day. He's addicted, and he needs his fill of his wife each time.

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who is proud of the fact that not only did he beat the Senju for his position to be the Hokage, but also gloats about his beautiful wife to all the shinobi in the village, how easily pregnant you become for him because you love him so much, especially to Tobirama, who has no one (no surprise given his personality).

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who memorises each time he fucks his wife with his sharingan on, and each time his kids are born.

~Yandere! Hokage! Madara who doesn't drown in darkness anymore because he has something to protect again - his family. Events and special occasions matter again, because to celebrate his wife and children, he needs to model it for them by celebrating himself. So, before it had just become a regular day. However, now it was important once more - 24th of December - his birthday. He was finally going to be surrounded by his family, and celebrate with them, and not be alone anymore.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADARA 🎂🎉

Pressures and expectations of high society were suffocating. Micromanagement of one's own behaviours, emotions, expressions, and what they said were exhausting, especially because any miniscule detrimental action could reflect badly on their family. The higher a noble's rank was, the more cutthroat the judgement they faced. Fortunately for [Name], because she was from a lowest ranking noble family - baron - her actions didn't reflect too badly on her family.

Often, she had her nose stuck in a fantasy-romance book. Becoming hyperfixated and absorbed in the story's plot, she cared more about when the two characters in the novel were going to kiss, than responding to ongoing conversations during social events around her. This earned her the reputation of being antisocial and snobby. Lost in novels all day long, she had no friends, and even her family felt hopeless about finding her a marriage partner, since truthfully speaking, she was starting to become older than what the acceptable marriage age was.

That didn't mean she didn't want to marry though - she absolutely did. She just wanted a partner that lived up to the standards her fictional books had set for her - a man who was handsome, important, devoted, caring, kind, and intelligent. Surely, that wasn't much to ask for?

It wasn't, but [Name] didn't fully understand that most men could not live up to those standards, and those that did, were highly sought after. Like Jeon Jungkook, the most eligible bachelor in the kingdom. He was a rare exception, because no one received the duke title at the young age he had, and unmarried dukes weren't exactly the usual fish one could catch in the market.

Obviously, following the crowd mentality that youngins did, she also had a crush on him. His beautiful olive skin, combined with his lovely dark wavy hair and bright soft eyes, he was a beauty admired by many. Understanding her family ranking compared to his, [Name] knew that all she could ever have with him were delusions. Even if they were both nobility, their class divide was too great for an arranged marriage between their families to ever offer him anything. For that reason, when she received the chance to "rent his heart" so she could experience "what life could be like with him" she obviously took it; no matter how absurd it seemed.

From a dinky and total suspicious book store she had asked to stop at from when she was returning home after a visit to her cousins in the neighbouring town, she bought an oak green hardcover book, that had an illustration of an enormous golden willow tree on it, and was labelled 'Jeon Jungkook.' The old lady running the shop, with her hunched back and an assumingly fake witch hat, had informed her that whatever she wrote in that book would come true. But she also warned [Name] that it was only meant to be used for an "one-off experience of a  fantasy one's heart desired" and that "everything she wrote for the one-off fantasy had to be seen through." Any more writing beyond that, or if the written fantasy wasn't completed exactly as the author wrote it, would lead to unpredictable, irreversible and harmful consequences.

On that night once she had returned home and retired to her bed chambers for the night, upon recalling her experience at the suspicious book shop, [Name] simply rolled her eyes and scoffed; the entire situation had felt too much like a cliche foreshadowing scene she had read in her dark romance novels, where the protagonist stupidly ignored the brewing warning she had been given, only to regret it in the end, when it was too late. But certainly, this wasn't another dark romance story where she was merely a fictional character being read out, and no one's heart could be 'rented for a fantasy' - the concept was ridiculous.

Nonetheless, her curiousity peaked, and just imagining how romantic it would be to date Duke Jungkook, their tropes being akin to Cinderella where their love story blossomed regardless of their statuses and those who opposed them, and the bad-boy-war-veteran fell for the socially-awkward-but-good-girl, [Name] clicked her pen in excitement. Grinning ear-to-ear, she wrote the cheesiest and over-the-top romance scene detailing everything she dreamed of, just for the fun of it.

The next day was a surreal blur that [Name] couldn't fathom. First, she was shaken awake by her maid and everyone from her family was in her bedroom, looking at her with concerned but accusatory eyes that screamed "what did you do now?!" [Name] had no idea what she had done now, but she developed an inkling when she was informed that Duke Jungkook and his servants were right outside their abode with a mariachi band, and lavish gifts of silk dresses and diamond etched jewels, demanding to see her right away.

Evidently, with their family reputation on the line now, [Name] was hurriedly prepared for the day by her servants, and they made sure everything about her was suitable to spend time with a duke: clear skin, intricate hairstyle, lavish dress and accessories, and lecturing her to behave herself. Once prepped and presented to Jungkook as he had demanded to see her, everyone except for the duke himself watched in awkward silence, as he had the mariachi band serenade her. Then, dressed in his finest clothes that was suitable for a duke who had intentions to court someone, Jungkook had presented her with a big bouquet of [favourite flowers] before he recited the lines from her favourite romance book. Admittedly, it induced second-hand embarrassment for [Name] since it had been a public display, but since it had been a long-term fantasy of hers, a part of her was also enjoying every second of it.

Afterwards, their 'official' date began with going to the most luxurious bakery in the kingdom that as the duke, Jungkook easily could enter at any time. There, [Name] indulged in her favourite [sweet/savoury] snacks to her heart's content. Between her messy eating, there was a moment where Jungkook had just watched her - as if he was entertained and entranced with simply observing her eat. When she caught him and had uttered out an embarrassed "what?", he simply chuckled, before he had wiped the crumb of food from the corner of her mouth, brought it to his lips, and murmured, "delicious, I see why you love their food so much."

After that embarrassing fiasco, they went to the most extravagant theatre where [Name]'s second favourite romance book was shown as a musical adaptation. Obviously, like the men in her fictional books, to make her feel important and cared for, Jungkook had bought out the entire show for their date, just like she had written him to do so in her book. Subsequently, the events followed exactly what she had described: they went for a romantic walk in the royal gardens, had lunch in a romantic boat ride, where some unknown assassin had appeared abruptly to harm [Name], but Jungkook protected her.

Near the end of the day, as she was dropped off from her over-the-top date spent with Jungkook, [Name] was conflicted because 1) she experienced many of her dream date scenarios akin to the book she reads with someone as hot as Jungkook; 2) it was all falsely curated because everything was as she described in the book, and Jungkook - himself - hadn't felt like he had been present; and 3) she had still enjoyed herself, and wanted to experience more romance, genuine romance, and not return to being her book hermit self, because experiencing what she read, had been amazing.

"This was the best date I've ever been on [Name]," Jungkook whispered, his hand lingering in hers, and they stood before the entrance to her humble home. [Name] knew what was coming next, because she had written it, obviously at that time not thinking that whatever she wrote was going to come true. However, now that it was going to happen, she felt like a creep. She knew that especially with her family watching the end of her date with Jungkook from their home's windows, she couldn't go through with it.

Jungkook was gripping her hand tightly, and opened his mouth to speak. With the curated amazing date that they had, it couldn't have ended without a kiss. [Name] knew nothing about the Duke's sexual history or whether he was a first date kisser or not, but having her own morals about limits she wasn't willing to push, even if she had already written for them to come true, she wasn't going to let it end that way. Forcefully, she pulled her hands away from Jungkook, and gave him a strained smile.

"I had lots of fun too! Thank you Sir. Jungkook!" Then, before Jungkook could say or do anything else, which was going to be fast, given how eager he seemed to kiss her, [Name] waved him off, and ran inside her home. Since her family servants were also eager to know what had happened on their date and why Jungkook had even approached her when they were never seen talking before, they hurriedly ushered her inside.

Mindlessly, Jungkook waved her off. Obviously, with his dignity as a Duke, he wasn't going to break into her house to kiss her. Although, he really wanted to. But as he returned to his carriage and began his journey to return home, he brushed his fingers against his own lips. Everything had been perfect, everything would have been perfect if he had gotten to share his first true love's kiss with her. Jungkook felt like there was suddenly a big empty void in his chest, and the only thing that could fill it was a kiss from [Name].

Simultaneously, the moment the [h/c] female had entered the safety of her home, she ignored everyone and their inquiries to know what was going on between her and the Duke. Guilt heavy in her chest, [Name] did not heed the warning, and flipped open her oak green book labelled 'Jeon Jungkook.' Clicking her pen, she wrote about a second fantasy; however, this time, instead of writing in great detail about what she wanted to happen, she wrote one sentence: When Jeon Jungkook courts me, everything that happens, will happen true to his personality.

It was a relief for [Name]'s family to see that her time spent with Duke Jungkook wasn't a one off event. It was even more relieving for them to see her coming out of her shell, and witness her being a normal young adult - socialising and having fun with a romantic partner. They were almost worried that she was going to live with them forever, not as if that was a bad thing, but they preferred it more if she was able to get married, and start her own family so she had her own life to focus on, than be stuck with her parents forever.

The last few dates that [Name] had gone on with Jungkook, surprisingly, had been even dreamier and more romantic than their over-the-top first date she had written about and forced all cliche romantic tropes in. The stark difference between their first and recent dates was that they didn't feel fake anymore, and through the dates that Jungkook organised himself, she got to know the real him. And boy was the real him everything that the rumours stated: dreamy, kind, charismatic, intelligent, and romantic. He put the male leads from her fantasy-romance novels to shame. So obviously, it was no surprise that experiencing her first crush and attention from a man, she was starting to become a little infatuated.

"Would you still date me if I was a loose screw in your carriage?" She asked.

Jungkook grinned at her, and tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear, he easily responded, "I'd still date you even if you were the broken carriage itself."

"I haven't read that line before. Honestly, you could be a romance writer," she stated, in compensation for not knowing how she could flirt back to what he said and top his line.

Jungkook shrugged. "I guess that could be one of the many things I have a talent for. But instead of a book, I think I'd prefer to skip to the time where I'm writing my vows for you," he whispered, and intertwined his hand with [Name]'s, and started to draw circles at the back of her hand with his thumb.

The sudden strong confession was flabbergasting for [Name] to hear, and in all her awkwardness, she laughed him off. "I-I mean, vows, wow, yeah! But that's a bit far into the future."

Jungkook frowned. "Why is it far into the future?"

[Name] gave him a strained smile. "Well, b-because we're just dating for the fun of it? Surely, it's too soon to think or talk about marriage,” she confessed.

Jungkook clutched her hand tighter. "I don't think its too soon, and while I do have fun with you, that's not what this is for me. My parents got married after 3 days of meeting each other, we've been going out for weeks, that's already long. Surely you know that I'm a Duke, sweetheart, an unmarried Duke. I'm expected to be married soon, and I don't have time to waste on just fun endeavors. I'm not just fun for you, am I, [Name]? Just a fantasy for you to tick off?!" He confronted.

The sudden nature of the conversation was frightening [Name]. Rather than answering him and easing his concerns, she was on edge, and tried to take her hand away from Jungkook's grip. He refused to let her, and gripped her hand tighter.

Embers of anger and betrayal were starting to curl in his chest, because he perceived her lack of responses, and attempts to pull away from him as unspoken answers to his concerns - that yes he had just been a fantasy, just a fun experience she wanted to use him for, like everyone else. However, unfortunately for [Name], for him, she hadn't been like everyone else. His feelings for her were genuine, and he wasn't going to let her get away so easily, even if she had just used him. He would punish her for that later. Presently, he needed to make his claim on her, and help her understand that she wasn't going to get to leave him, and dump her commitments in their courting process so easily. She was going to complete her obligations as well.

Jungkook easily overpowered her, and maneuvered their bodies, until he was on top of her. With [Name] pinned under him with all of his weight on her, he had her legs immobilised and locked with his, and pinned her wrists down on the couch they were seated on, beside her head.

[Name]'s eyes widened in horror and she started to shake in his hold. She shook her head. "Y-You're scaring me Jungkook, please-"

"Good. Fear is a good look on you. Sometimes, it's needed, especially for loved ones to experience so they do what's in their best interests and don't dump their obligations." He started, and leaned closer to her face. [Name] felt his warm breath on her skin, and feeling more scared, tears welled in the corner of her eyes, and fell down her face. She shrieked in repulsion, and tried to trash out of his grip, when she felt Jungkook's warm and wet tongue lick her tears off her face. Evidently, given his experience in war battles and built up physical strength as a result, all her efforts to escape his grip remained useless.

"It's lucky that we ended our date today at my place," Jungkook whispered, and pressed his nose against hers lovingly in an eskimo kiss. "Now, I have the means to keep you here until we get eloped, and you do become mine. I won't be letting you go until you're mine, until we get married, and consummate it. But before that, I've been wanting to do this since the end of our first date." Then, before [Name] could protest or respond to his crazy promises, he kissed her.

Harsh, intense, and roughly, Jungkook forced his lips on [Name], and it was only when he felt the need to breathe again, did he disconnect their lips.

Yandere! Corbeau

Type: Possessive.

Corbeau experienced a rough upbringing. With the support he received and his affiliations to other criminal organisations, and being akin to a mafia boss, there is a lot he would need to protect his darling from. For that reason, he meticulously plans everything in your schedule, and knows where you are all the time.

He spares no resources to have assign you a chaperone and body guard that accompany you everywhere and report all your activities to him so he knows everything about your day, everyone you talked to; in the instance it's a person he doesn't approve of or someone who flirts with you, and any conducts any other behaviours towards you that are solely his privilege, he'll dig up dirt on them, and have something 'mysteriously' terrible happen to them. Only he gets to flirt with you, love you - you are his. He has no whims to hurt or punish anyone who thinks otherwise, much less is gutsy enough to compete against him for your affections.

Yandere! Ivor

Type: Stalker and protective.

You often felt watched when all you were doing was exploring the Luminose city premises and its low-level wild zones seeking cute Pokemon to add to your team. The daggers you felt digging at the back of your head with calculated intensity, wasn't the same terror that an Alpha Pokemon's glare induced; this one created unease and sense of foreboding that you were being watched so you could be learned.

Your gut feeling was absolutely correct, and you wished you had acted on it earlier. From stalking watching you, Ivor determined that you were too weak to protect yourself - there was no way someone like you should be exploring wild zones alone. So, he assigned himself as your body guard and without giving you choice in the matter, accompanied yo everywhere.

In the rare occasions he couldn't, he would get Gwynn too. Through her, he could also make sure you stayed and explored within the boundaries he deemed appropriate for you. You were his to protect, and so your safety, was his top priority.

Yandere! Volo

Type: Obsessive and possessive.

There is an unique innocence and tenacity etched in your gaze that peaks Volo's interest in you. Despite the harshness of Hisui's wilderness and its challenges against Pokemon's brutality, you never hesitated in your kindness, and wearing your heart in your sleeve, you consistently still helped those who were unpleasant to you. It didn't make sense to him; you were a confusing, he was curious, and his inquisitiveness grew.

Initially, he started to watch you because he was curious and wanted to learn more about you; however, the more he watched and learned, the more he became obsessed over you and why you did everything the way you did. Soon, his obsession was accompanied by urges - the urge to have your kindness directed at him, only him, and for you to wear your heart for him.

Once he initiates the process to make you his, and claims you as his, he does whatever he can to be the only one in your life. You were meant for him, and he was never going to let you go.

Yandere! N Harmonia

Type: Obsessive and clingy.

The Pokémon spoke highly off you - whatever reason that was (kindness, bravery, protector), and that's N becomes intrigued by you. Guided and led by the Pokémon, he observes you in your area of expertise, and how much you help and support Pokémon who require your assistance. Your care and love for them is evident, and given that it was Pokémon who led you to him and chose you for him, he wastes no time to pursue you.

Kind words, understanding and deep meaningful conversations, cute picnics and some lovely hand-crafted gifts later, N has charmed you. Once he has you, he fixates on everything he loves and cherishes about you, and how perfect you are. It's suffocating, because the way he puts you on a pedestal creates expectations and pressure where you become too scared to do anything that will disappoint him.

It induces anxiety, and your chest feels tight, and since dating him, its harder to breath. Except, you aren't sure if that's from his oppressing presence and hyperfixation on you, or the way he always has his arms wrapped your waist tightly, clinging on you every possible second through physical touch, and never relenting, because he loves you so much.

Yandere! Arven

Type: Protective and clingy.

Arven adored you, his little buddy, especially after all of your help with the titans to help his best mate recover. Both of you went through life threatening experiences together, how could that not awaken any cardinal desire towards you?

Arven has unconditional gratitude for what you did for him: risking your life to battle together with him, because not just anyone would do that for a classmate. So, he becomes protective. He starts to worry more about what other dangers you get yourself into just to help someone else. Besides, it shouldn't be everyone you do those things for, he wanted to be the only exception! Otherwise, what would be the difference between him and your other friends? It was intolerable, he wanted to be the only one you did special favours for, and he wanted to be the only one who was special to you, the way you were special to him.

Eons ago, the war waged was different to vampires against vampire hunters - it was vampires against werewolves. During his first life, when he was an Ancestor, Kaname fell in love. It was a teenager's infatuation, and the war hadn't reached its peak yet where irreversible hatred had been embedded for each other species'. Rebellion running hot in their blood, combined with teenage infatuation and believing they can conquer any conflicts that would come their way, Kaname and his first love, [Name], made a blood pact. Cutting each other's wrists with magical weapons, drinking each other's blood and murmuring the required incantations, they merged their souls together forever. In a bout of whispers, they heard the promises:

Soul bound forever,

you must only drink one from another.

Your survival is bonded together,

One cannot live without the other.

They became a bonded pair.

Initially, the soul bound connection was exhilarating because they became connected in many ways they did not expected. They felt affected by each other more - physically, emotionally, and mentally. Everything was heightened - their touch, their feelings, and love from one another - it was addictive. However, as the war between their species raged on, and hatred built up, so did their conflicts because they both refused to betray their species to protect their families.

The amplified feelings of first love and affectionate touch morphed into amplified feelings of betrayal and distrust. More so because they differed in their solutions; [Name] saw no resolution to their conflict and opted for wanting to their end their relationship and connection; Kaname wanted her by his side. The fact that she was willing end their connection so easily, so heartlessly, and refused to even fight for him, was the worst treacherous act against their love. They were soulmates - bonded by their promises forever that they both chose to do, and for Kaname, that meant they were going to fight for each other forever, love each other forever, and she was going to his - forever, no matter what happened.

[Name]'s disregard for his feelings had felt like someone had a created a hole in his chest - it hurt him so much and resulted in physical and emotional pain. Evidently, their conflict, disagreements, and even their bond seem to mean nothing to her because it was so easy for her to let go him, their bond, and experience none of his gut retching pain.

Eventually, the war tides were turning into the vampire's favour because upon discovering a life threatening weakness, they massacred all the werewolves. [Name] was the last of her kind, and held hostage in a dinky prison. Kaname attempted to negotiate with her - reinforcing how she was the last of her species, and she could be spared because she was bonded to him, could only feed off him, and so, she was not a threat to the rest of the vampires; all he wanted her to do was admit that she was wrong for abandoning him, apologise for her betrayal, ask for him to love her again and promise to actually never let him go this time around. However, she did the most unforgiveable instead, and chose to end her life - over loving him- and die with a smile on her face.

"I'm sorry Kaname," she had whispered, and blood was dripping from her lips. "I love you, please forgive me." She had begged, before she died, smiling.

Kaname was in trenches because she was a liar, she hadn't loved him, because if she had, she would have chosen him! She was selfish, because after she died, it hadn't take long for their bond to kick in - and screaming in pain, Kaname had followed her to afterlife, and experienced death for the first time.

Following this, anytime he was revived, there was a permanent feeling of hollowness weighing heavily on his chest that he could never pinpoint and forget. He never saw [Name] again, much less remember her or their soul bond. The vampire and werewolf war was so in the past, that Ancestors and the fact that they were hunted was forgotten. Instead, there were Purebloods and their created class system consisting of Aristocrats, and levels (A-E) created vampires, and conflict was between vampires and humans (including vampire hunters) where vampires, particularly, Purebloods, were on top of the food chain.

Kaname recalled none of his past, until he saw her reincarnated soul again, as a human. She wore the same face, smile, and twinkle in her eyes. Her mannerisms and personality matched exactly of her first life, the love of his life. Seeing her as a human in passing, after eons, felt like being drenched with countless buckets of ice cold water. Immediately, Kaname had felt like a rabid animal akin to a newly turned level E vampire, where everything in his body screamed MINE , and instinctively, his fangs were itching because all of his accumulated hunger was starting to kick in. He hadn't fed on anyone for centuries. His lack of hunger for human blood always made other vampires marvel at him and perceive him as a super-vampire who did not need to feed - but now, Kaname was recalling the truth. It was because she was the only one he could drink from, the only one who could satiate his thirst.

Memories of their bond, his first life and love whelmed him for what felt like hours of watching a movie of all his forgotten memories. But really, it was only for some seconds, and Kaname was infuriated. All of his heart break, hurt from her betrayal, and anger from feelings of humiliation engulfed him at once. Everything felt so horrible, because it was amplified in a way he hadn't felt since he had first lost her, and it was suffocating like everything always was when it came to her.

But beneath all that was bad and horrible, Kaname finally felt alive again for the first time. Finally, he did not feel like a hollow and empty void that was just living physically, but not alive emotionally, like their bond had stated - one cannot live without the other.

At his core, despite all of his feelings and anger towards her, despite all of his ambivalence, he still loved her. She was still his, and for him, nothing was going to change that. Howver, this time around, he was going to have a leash on her (fitting since she was previously a werewolf), and he was going to make sure she could not leave him again. He was not going to make the same mistakes again.

The sounds of chains rattling was heard in the silent cellar, as [Name] thrashed against them. Her toes curled, and in ache, she attempted to move her head several times. However, Kaname had her head gripped tightly, his fingers clutching her locks harshly, as he drank from her neck.

After several moments where only the sounds of his gulping, and [Name]'s murmuring of pain were heard, Kaname removed his fangs from her throat. Then, he lovingly licked the last drops of blood that were dripping down her neck. His eyes glowed a brilliant red, while he gazed at her possessively, and clutched her tighter.

"I haven't forgiven you for what you did. You left me, my dear, like I meant nothing to you.

"But you, you meant, mean everything to me. I loved you more than myself. I will forgive you once you repent enough, and prove yourself to me and beg for my forgiveness. Until then, I will treat you the way I should have since the beginning. You're going to be under my control, and I will make sure that you can never abandon me again.

"Once you've turned into a vampire with my blood, you can't ever defy me again." Kaname whispered, and forced a desperate kiss on her. [Name] had tried to move her head away, but her efforts were fruitless since he still gripped her head tightly. Then, once Kaname pulled away from their kiss, in a blink of an eye, he slit his wrist, and forced his blood down [Name]'s lips. Her eyes widened in disgust at the vile metallic taste she was being forced to drink, and she tried to shake his hand off her, but all her efforts remained useless.

"Drink up my darling. It's time for you to be reborn and finally be by my side. And this time, you will be mine; I won't let you go again."

***

Coming back from death's door did something detrimental to a person's brain that felt irreversible - at least in Jason's case. His memories prior to his death were scattered and confusing, and more often than not, he found it difficult to pinpoint the exact reality of it. He was certain about two statements though: 1) Bruce Wayne did nothing to avenge his death and 2) he had been very much in love with his secondary school girlfriend.

During his time with the Joker, one of the tactics he utilised was using Jason's mentioned girlfriend to reinforce how disposable he was, how no one really gave a shit about him because his own girlfriend had found a new boytoy already - just a few weeks after he had gone missing. So, really, how much had she really cared about him?

Evidently, anyone with common sense would understand that a six weeks high school relationship, in hindsight, was just innocent teenage infatuation, it couldn't be labelled love. But for a teenager, one that had been tortured to death and had too much psychological trauma to grasp that, and for whom thoughts about his girlfriend had been one of his protective factors at the start of his torture - once Joker had succeeded in planting that seed of doubt whether she did really love him, it inevitably spiraled into ruminating and hyperfixating on that thought. Jason doubted his relationship, her feelings, and eventually, felt betrayed with how quickly she had forgotten about him, and detested her for it. Except, that's what he was made to believe.

His evaluations from consistently observing her over the last few years indicated the contrary to what he believed because no there hadn't been any evidence of her finding another 'boytoy' after him immediately. In fact, there had been no one after him, and she was actually really isolated. She acted as if she was mute and always kept to herself, and even physically, unusually dark bags were under her eyes, her posture always slouched, as if she was suffering from mental and spiritual exhaustion as well. It became evident too soon that was still grieving him, or undergoing the impact his death had on her. She still remembered him, hadn't simply forgot about him, and disposed of their memories together like he was led to believe. What they had, meant something to her as well, like he had loved her. 

So, obviously, it made sense to resume their relationship since it had never ended in the first place, and surely, you would be elated to see him again since you missed him so much. Not to mention, after everything he had gone through, Jason felt that he was owned something, anything that would make his life less shit, and give him a shot at normalcy and happiness like everyone else. Or well, as normal as it would be for him given his future plans for Gotham. 

It didn't take much effort for Jason to kidnap take her once he made the decision to. Having watched her for the past many years, the small studio apartment that she lived in lacked personal decorations and touches, so minimum preparation was needed to personalise the room he was going to keep her in. He only needed to get two of her childhood plushies and her emotional support kitchen utensil. 

The next slumber that [Name] woke up from, she found herself in an unfamiliar setting. Her neck ached from the terrible position she had slept in (sitting and her upper body angled heavily to the left with bad posture), and she was unable to move her arms and legs because they were both tied together. 

"Good morning sunshine," Jason greeted warmly, and [Name]'s eyes snapped towards him. In evident fear of finding herself tied up, and a giant strange man hovering over her, her heart started to beat frantically against her ribcage. She gave him no response.

"I know this must be shocking for you, we haven't seen each other in so many years and you think I'm dead. But, uh, surprise! I'm not anymore, I'm alive, again. uh, yeah." Jason explained awkwardly, and tried to smile at her in reassurance bashfully; however, his attempt was everything but a smile.

Jason wasn't fully certain about how [Name] was going to respond to her kidnapping his return and bringing her to his abode. Certainly, given the impact of his death on her and how much she missed him, he expected she would be happy about seeing him again, and the fact that he was actually alive. He didn't think she was going to profess her love to him and jump in his arms immediately, eventually, yes. But the fear and guarded uncertainty she regarded him with, as if he was a total stranger, he hadn't expected, and it made his shoulders tense. His stomach twisted itself in knots and he felt anger beginning to rise in him when she confirmed his suspicions.

"I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong person. I don't know who you are, and no one I know has ever died." 

***

does [name] have amnesia? is a sadist gaslighter? find out in the next episode of dragon ball Z.

Nostalgia tainted with undesirable attachments, a part of Sasuke yearned for the same connection. The same part, yearned for the affections of his parents and justice for his brother as well. But all the reminiscing and yearning was meaningless, because it was going to result in nothing. His clan wouldn't return from the dead and he wasn't going to return to the village that ordered their slaughter. Nonetheless, he found it cute that you tried to convince him to act otherwise, for the sake of your old Team 7, for the sake old attachments that still mattered to you.

Since his departure, it had always been Naruto, Sakura, and Kakashi - even the replacements - Sai and Yamato - had tried. But till this point, you never tried, always choosing to llinger behind Naruto and Sakura's desperate loud pleas. Instead, you provided Sasuke the space he needed, and did not enforce your own beliefs on him. Accordingly, he respected you more for this, and was actually curious to see how the repeated scenarios of Konoha ninja pleading with him for his return, was going to play out with you.

He was almost excited about it, brimming with anticipation to what you would offer for his return. Absolutely, it was helpful that he found you easy on the eyes, and held unspoken affections for you since your academy days. Unfortunately, he was no longer a boy with a harmless and innocent crush, but rather, an adult man with malicious intentions. With everything he had experienced, his personality was specked with evil and darkness, and he was capable of lust; and unhelpfully with your current encounter, you were alone, and thus, more vulnerable to his manipulative schemes.

Your irises were shaken, and your body hair risen with goosebumps in fear. Evidently, you were scared. Your heart palpitations were audible to his trained shinobi hearing. You were never the courageous one - between Naruto, Sakura and himself - you were always meek and mostly agreeable to whatever they proposed. You trembled in terror, scared of what Sasuke was going to do to you, when so far, he hadn't even taken a fighting stance, much less switched on his sharingan, or even scoff or glare at you. He simply stared at you with his stoic face, and that in itself, was enough to evoke fear from you. Disappointedly, this was going to be too easy.

Like every other Konoha shinobi, you had babbled on about how he should return to the village. In response, he had merely tilted his head, and raised an eyebrow, as if actually pondering on your words. You expected the typical scoff, a sneer, and a personalised insult that he always directed towards Naruto and Sakura, so, you were prepared to have your feelings hurt. For that reason, it was that much shocking, when he responded, as if considering your offer.

In shock, you nearly fell over your own feet, very unninja-like, and stammered out your question clumsily, intended for clarification. "I'm s-sorry, w-what did you s-say?"

Sasuke rolled his eyes. "If I do return, what will you do for me? What is your offer worth?"

"W-Well, Naruto and Sakura-"

"I don't care about them. I asked you, what are you going to do for me, that's worthy enough for me to sacrifice my current path?"

The heaviness in your throat felt like a stone was pressing down on your wind pipe, and you swallowed a thick film of built up salivia from anxiety. With shaking hands, you pointed at yourself dumbly. "Me? You're asking me? About what I can do to make you want to return to the village?"

"Obviously. I hope negotiation and attentive listening aren't key skills listed in your resume," Sasuke remarked sarcastically. Then, within the same second, he flickered in front of you. You received no time to react, before he wrapped his arm around your waist, and pulled you flushed against him; your breasts pressed against his firm chest, his body heat seeped into yours, and he clutched your hands in his. Sasuke pulled you in closer, until your pelvis was against his, and even through layers of clothing, undoubtedly, you felt his hard on against you.

"If it wasn't clear enough, yes I am asking you - propose to me, prove to me, what you can do for me, so that I want to return. I know you're passive and meek [Name], but you aren't an idiot. Take a hint, and think - reflect about what I'd like from you, and what you can offer me." Sasuke whispered harshly, only inches away from your lips, his warm breath brushing against your skin. Instinctively, you shifted your head back to create distance between his face and yours, and in desperation, tried to wiggle out of his grasp. However, you couldn't do much, because the moment Sasuke felt you retrieving from him, he manuvered your bodies onto the ground. His own back took the brunt of the fall, as he landed with his back onto the ground, and you were on top of him. Still, he immobilised you, by summoning his snakes immediately, and they wrapped around you tightly, keeping you in one position.

Your eyes widened in fear, and you did your best to try free yourself, but evidently, Sasuke out-classed you massively in strength.