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Welcome .ᐟ

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About me

- hiii I’m (Brook)lyn

- From California

- kpop stan for 4 years !!

- multi-stan (skz, adp, unis, enha, etc)

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- If my inbox doesn’t work just message me your request!

Straykids (ot8)

Bangchan

Unrivaled

Lee know

Nothing yet :(

Changbin

Nothing yet :(

Han

Nothing yet :(

Hyunjin

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Seungmin

Nothing yet :(

Felix

Imagine

Jeongin

Nothing yet :(

ot8

The Clumsy Effect

Straykids Yandere Profiles

Missing. 2

Enhypen (ot7)

Jungwon

Homesick

Heeseung

Nothing yet :(

Jay

Nothing yet :(

Jake

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Sunghoon

Nothing yet :(

Sunoo

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Ni-ki

only I know you~

I know you feel it too.

ot7

Nothing yet :(

Seventeen (ot13)

S.coups:

Nothing yet :(

Jeonghan:

Nothing yet :(

Joshua

Nothing yet :(

Jun

Nothing yet :(

Hoshi

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Wonwoo

Nothing yet :(

Woozi

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DK

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Mingyu

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The8

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Seungkwan

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Vernon

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Dino

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ot13

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Jackson wang

Caught

Nct 127 (ot9)

Johnny

Nothing yet :(

Taeyong

Nothing yet :(

Yuta

Nothing yet :(

Doyoung

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Jaehyun

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Winwin

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Jungwoo

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Mark

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Haechan

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ot9

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Ateez (ot8)

Seonghwa

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Hongjoong

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Yunho

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Yeosang

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San

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Mingi

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Wooyoung

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Jongho

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ot8

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TXT (ot5)

Soobin

Nothing yet :(

Beomgyu

Nothing yet :(

Heuning Kai

Lovesick!Huening Kai

Caught In His Web

Taehyun

Nothing yet :(

Yeonjun

Nothing yet :(

ot5

Nothing yet :(

Rules: (please read)

- I will not write smut because im not that good at it. (sorryy)

- I will write anything but my limits are smut, (like i said before) rape, scat. BUT, I can write things with sexual tension if you want!

- I will write yandere and non-yandere stuff.

Extra rule

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https://www.tumblr.com/vanilla1cream/798536874963697664/blood-moon-hunt

Have u seen this yet?😍

Noo i haventtt

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So with the skz story, reader needs to run from them like asap

No literally should’ve known that from the start 😭

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https://www.tumblr.com/chansbrook/801417808826253312/hello-everyone-i-want-to-set-some-rules-if-you

They’re literally right though? Use tags properly, that’s how tumblr works.

They were pretty condescending I won’t lie, there are more polite ways to say this. But they weren’t wrong.

Okayy thank you for saying it more nicer and honestly i didnt know because even ppl whos been on tumblr for a long time never called me out so thank you for being more nicer than the other person 😭❤️

Also why is it a big deal when you just can scroll pass??

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I loved the stray kids x reader story!! But will we find out what ever happened to the readers friend at all?

Missing (PART 3)

Warnings: Psychological manipulation, possessive behavior, unsettling tone, gaslighting, yandere themes (no physical harm).

Note: Felix’s “darkness” here isn’t about violence—it’s about control wrapped in tenderness. The kind that whispers “I love you” while quietly deciding who you’re allowed to have in your life.

(Sorry this was super short and boring my head is all over the place)

Summary: When you finally notice your best friend’s sudden disappearance, Felix’s quiet confession makes you realize love can sound sweet even when it’s suffocating.

The truth slips out by accident. It always does. You’re sitting on the couch, legs tucked under a blanket Felix wrapped around you, his voice low and warm like honey gone slightly bitter. He’s humming—something soft, something he used to play when your friend came over.

“Felix,” you ask quietly, “did you ever talk to them? Before they stopped coming around?”

He doesn’t answer at first. Just keeps humming, fingers tapping your knee in a steady rhythm. Then:

“They were worried about you,” he says softly, eyes still downcast. “They said I was too much. That you should be careful with me.” A tiny, broken laugh. “So I told them they didn’t know you like I do.”

You feel your stomach twist. “And then?”

Felix looks up finally—his smile tender, but something sharp flickers in his gaze. “Then I helped them understand. Sometimes people don’t need to be near you to care about you. Sometimes distance keeps things… peaceful.”

The room feels smaller suddenly. You don’t know if it’s the air or the way his tone makes the word peaceful sound like final.

He reaches for your hand, thumb brushing circles on your skin. “You don’t need to worry about them anymore, love. They’re fine. Just quiet.”

And somehow that’s worse than anything he could’ve said.

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Follow my twt 🙏 Also new story coming out tomorrow!

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hello i love and am obsessed w your yandere jackson wang story 😭😭😭😭💖💖💘💗💘💖💝💓💝💓💘

i didn't realize that this was what i needed in my life thank you

AHH YAYYY IM SO HAPPYY!! MORE IS COMING I PROMISE

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R u okay?

chameul su itgenni!!!

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Caught In His Web - Yandere!Heuning Kai

Warnings: Obsessive behavior, Stalking & invasion of privacy, mentions of fear and paranoia, Implied kidnapping, Psychological manipulation

Notes: This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the real Heuning Kai. The following contains dark/yandere themes, including obsession, stalking, and psychological manipulation, meant purely for storytelling purposes. Please read responsibly and be aware of your comfort levels before continuing.

Summary: “Caught In His Web” follows a seemingly sweet Heuning Kai whose affection slowly becomes suffocating obsession. From small acts of care to invasive stalking, the story shows the chilling escalation of his yandere tendencies as the reader struggles with fear, confusion, and the realization that they are trapped in his intense attention. It’s a tense, psychological exploration of obsession and control, told from the victim’s perspective.

The first time you met Heuning Kai, it was like stepping into sunlight after a long night. He was tall, kind-eyed, and a little awkward—his laugh always a beat too long, his smile too genuine to doubt. He remembered your name after one introduction. He remembered your favorite drink after one conversation. He remembered your birthday without ever asking.

You thought he was sweet. That’s how it always starts, isn’t it?

⸻

At first, the gestures were harmless. A coffee waiting at your desk. Your phone charged when you swore you left it dying. That one time you got home late and your porch light flickered back on, you didn’t even question it. You assumed luck. But luck doesn’t hum your name like a prayer when you pass by.

Heuning Kai did.

You caught him one day—just outside your apartment building. He looked startled, holding a bag filled with groceries that weren’t his. Your groceries. The ones you meant to pick up. He smiled, that same soft, lopsided grin that used to make your heart melt.

“Thought I’d save you the trip,” he said, voice low and warm.

But his eyes… didn’t blink.

⸻

After that, things changed. Slowly, like a spider weaving silk around something fragile. You’d wake up to small gifts: a flower on your windowsill, your favorite snacks stacked neatly at your door, a note written in looping cursive:

“I hate when you forget to eat.”

When you asked him how he knew where you lived, his expression flickered—something dark slithering behind the soft boy facade.

“Why wouldn’t I know?” he murmured. “You’re important to me.”

You laughed it off. You shouldn’t have.

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One night, you came home to find your door unlocked. Everything inside was neat—too neat. The air smelled like his cologne. You froze, staring at the tiny black camera tucked between your bookshelf and the wall.

Your hands shook as you ripped it out.

And then your phone buzzed.

Kai: Don’t do that.

Kai: I can see you.

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He came to your place the next day. No knock. Just the sound of the lock turning, and then his voice—gentle, coaxing, almost pleading.

“I only wanted to keep you safe,” he said, walking toward you as you backed away. “The world doesn’t deserve you. People stare at you, talk to you like they know you. They don’t. I do.”

“Kai, please—”

He smiled again, eyes wide and wet like he couldn’t decide if he wanted to cry or laugh.

“Don’t say my name like that. You sound scared.”

You were.

But he reached out anyway, brushing your hair from your face with trembling fingers. His touch was careful—too careful, like he thought you might break.

“I’d never hurt you,” he whispered. “But if you keep running… I might have to.”

⸻

The police never found him after that. The apartment stayed empty for months, but sometimes, the lights would flicker on around midnight.

And if you listened closely—too closely—you’d swear you could hear him singing your favorite song from somewhere just outside the window.

Soft. Patient. Waiting.

Because spiders don’t chase what’s already caught.

They just wait for the struggling to stop.

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HEY GUYSS

Follow my chai!!

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CAUGHT

Warning: Yandere themes, Kidnapping/confinement, Obsession/possessiveness, Manipulation & Gaslighting, also reader referred to as Jackson’s girlfriend

Notes: This is a work of fiction and does not reflect the real Jackson Wang. The following contains dark/yandere themes meant purely for storytelling purposes. Please read responsibly and know your comfort levels before continuing.

Summary: At midnight, his girlfriend thought she finally had her chance to slip away, creeping toward the door with freedom in her grasp. But Jackson was already awake, leaning in the shadows with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He caught her easily, pulling her back into his arms, reminding her in a voice equal parts soft and dangerous that no matter how hard she tried, she wasn’t going anywhere—because she was his.

The house wasn’t just quiet — it felt aware. Like the walls knew you were sneaking across the floor. Jackson’s arm had been thrown over your waist all night, warm and heavy, but you’d finally managed to slip out from under it. Your toes barely made a sound on the wood as you crept toward the door, every nerve screaming go.

You were two seconds from the lock when a voice floated through the dark. Low. Amused. Awake.

“Where you running to, baby?”

Jackson was leaning against the doorframe you’d been reaching for, hoodie half-zipped, hair a mess from sleep but eyes glinting like polished glass. He hadn’t even raised his voice — it was soft, teasing — but it stopped you dead like a hand around your throat.

He stepped closer, each movement slow and deliberate, like a lion playing with something that had tried to escape the cage. “You thought you could just walk out on me?” he asked quietly, tilting his head. “Middle of the night? No shoes?”

He reached you before you could retreat, one hand bracing the wall beside your head, the other sliding around your waist. His smile looked boyish, but his grip was iron. “I’m not mad,” he murmured, lips brushing your ear. “I just don’t like being lied to. You tell me you’re mine, then you try this?”

He pulled you back against his chest, tightening his hold until you could feel his heartbeat. “I’d rather you scream at me than sneak away. Don’t do that again.” His voice dropped, losing the playfulness for a split second. “Because next time, I won’t wake up so gentle.”

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I see online that enhypen fans are worse then ateez, stray kids and other groups combined. I know this goes for every single kpop group but it seems that Eugenes are just downright evil.

Yeah they are pretty bad 😭

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Okay I have to speak up about this. The amount of disrespect some of y’all have is actually insane. The situation with enhypen has gotten out of hand.

Can someone please explain to me why in the fuck y’all think it’s okay to mob them at the airport??? You can tell they dont want you there. I get wanting to see you idol up close, I understand. What I don’t understand is why the fuck y’all think the way to do that is run after them, surround them, shove your phones in their faces, and scream their names. You really think that if you’re doing all that shit they wanna talk to you? News flash, they don’t. It’s not okay. You can see how annoyed, actually you know what, not annoyed, pissed off they are. Y’all are the type of people who are going to make them hate interacting with their fans.

It’s okay to greet them at the airport, but you can do that by standing a respectful distance away, cheer for them, and wave bye. You don’t have to get all up in their personal space. They don’t know you, you aren’t friends. The blatant disrespect and you still have the nerve to call yourself a fucking fan??

Every single time they come through the airport this happens. Y’all remember when you broke the fucking door trying to chase after them? Trying to grab them and get them to notice you hoping you would get your fucking y/n moment. And since some of you are so fucking delusional, let me clear something up for you. It’s not going to happen.

The saesang problem is actually so fucking insane, creepy, disrespectful, and just downright weird as fuck. You really think it’s okay to follow them home? You think it’s okay to steal their packages? Follow them around because you fucking leaked their schedules? Invade their privacy? Call their phones non stop when it’s obvious they aren’t going to answer you? Follow Heeseung to his parents house? You really fucking think any of that is okay??? It’s not. You need a reality check. Following them around isnt going to make them want you. It isn’t going to make them like you. Stop being fucking delusional and leave the poor men alone. They’re tired, stressed, and so over it. Stop invading their privacy.

I’m extremely proud of Jake for standing up for them. I’m so proud. He needs to do that more often. Because y’all are testing their patience, and y’all are lucky they are kind and respectful. Because trust me if I was in their shoes I would have already been screaming, swearing, and throwing hands with y’all’s disrespectful asses. And if you’re sitting here thinking “oh well I don’t do that” then good. This isn’t about you. But there are “fans” who do, and it needed to be addressed.

These type of “fans” disgust me. It’s not okay. I don’t know who put it in your head that any of this is okay. It’s not. Leave them alone. Stop harassing them.

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Can I ask why you keep tagging your posts with #tarzzan and #alldayproject if u dont write for them anymore? Not trying to be rude ofc, just curious

Ofc!! I just spam the tags that are automatically saved, i can stop.

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Did u see the new kpop boy group jyp revealed? Their super edgy

Not yet! What was it?

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A prequel about what happend to the “friend?”

Okayy

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MISSING (PART 2)

Warning: reader being depressed, stray kids trying to “cheer” her up, clingy and childish I.N, etc

Note: Again, this is a dark, fictional take on a yandere scenario. It explores obsession and control, which are not healthy behaviors in real life. Please remember that Stray Kids, or anyone in reality, would never act this way. This is purely for entertainment within the boundaries of fiction. If themes like manipulation, obsession, or disappearance make you uncomfortable, it’s okay to skip this one. Take care of yourself first.

Summary: Things are even more unhinged because nothing screams “healthy coping” like eight men treating one girl like she’s oxygen.

The dorm had grown… quieter. Too quiet. Darling still wore that haunted look, the grief in her eyes sharp enough to cut glass. She was eating less, smiling less, pulling her sleeves down over her hands like maybe she could disappear into the fabric.

The boys hated it.

Chan started micromanaging her day—when she woke, when she ate, when she rested. His gentle tone never faltered, but the leash he kept around her life grew shorter with every sunrise.

Felix filled every silence with his sunshine voice, giggling in her ear, cooking her favorite foods. But behind those bright eyes, he was screaming. Screaming because how dare she look so broken over someone else.

Minho’s patience wore thin. One night, he cornered her in the kitchen, voice low. “Do you miss him? More than us?” His smile was sharp enough to slice skin. “Careful how you answer.”

Seungmin sat at her side whenever she cried, tilting her chin up, whispering, “He’s gone. We’re here. Don’t insult us by clinging to a ghost.”

I.N became clingy—childish almost—resting his head on her shoulder, grabbing her wrist whenever she tried to walk away. “Don’t look sad. I’ll cry too. Do you want to see me cry?”

Han cracked nervous jokes, but his hands shook when he handed her water. The fear in his laughter wasn’t for her sadness—it was that she might one day realize the truth.

Hyunjin painted her face one afternoon, his brush gentle against her cheek. “See? Beautiful again. Stop mourning him. It ruins the masterpiece.”

And Changbin… Changbin simply wrapped his arms around her, caging her in, his breath warm against her hair. “Forget him,” he murmured, almost pleading. “You belong here. With us.

Darling didn’t know it yet, but every time she thought about her missing friend, she was pricking eight different hearts. And one day soon, they wouldn’t just beg her to stop—they’d make sure she had no choice.