Yandere ! Loser is Male and Bully ! Reader is Gender Neutral
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Welcome and I hope you enjoy Yandere ! Loser!!
Also thought I’d let people know before they started reading that Reader is gender neutral since I saw a few posts about it :3
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❥ Yandere ! Loser who is first noticed by Bully ! Reader.
❥Yandere ! Loser who comes to the conclusion that Bully ! Reader has a thing for the cute quiet type and has developed a crush on him.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who in return for your perceived crush, becomes obsessed tenfold. He must show that your feelings are not unrequited, after all!
❥ Yandere ! Loser who had spent the majority of his life being alienated from his peers and overlooked by everyone despite his hard earned grades and now practically bathes in your attention (in comparison, at least).
❥ Yandere ! Loser who finds it hard to conceal his excitement when you’re rough with him; shoving him back, grabbing the collar of his shirt, kicking him, slapping him! It just feels too good… And don’t get him started on your degrading words, he might just break!
❥ Yandere ! Loser who feels his knees become weak, back shivering and a heat lighting in their lower stomach when you shove, pin or cage him against a wall or locker in an attempt to intimidate him. Your face being so close to his, allowing him to breathe the same air as you, nothing about the position is helping him retain himself. In fact, he suspects he may even drool sometimes when your threats are especially descriptive. He’s just so pathetic and desperate for you!!
❥ Yandere ! Loser who loves spending hours upon hours worshipping every blessing (read: injury or bruise) you generously bestow upon him, taking pictures with his polaroid camera and noting on the back where and when and most importantly how he received each one.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who loves visiting your home at night with his camera in hand, capturing you at your most peaceful - a state they would never see at school - and watching you wind down and relax after a school day. Every photo is plastered upon his bedroom walls, his favourite ones being closest to his bed. Sometimes he’s treated to a show late at night when you think no one else is around and all Yandere ! Loser can do is take pictures and drool into the hand covering his mouth. Those photos go in a special box under his bed.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who loves stalking your social media, making fake accounts to scroll and comment and know all your connections; your family, friends, potential admirers and those you admire. Along with downloading and printing any photos of you for his walls, stalking where you’ve been and where you’re going.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who constantly daydreams all about you, everything about you. Drooling over his fantasies of how life’ll go once the two of you graduate and are together forever without any classmates, teachers or parents to get in the way.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who gets jealous when you touch anyone but him, are mean to anyone but him, talk to anyone but him, look at anyone but him. What right do they have to your attention? No one but him deserves your affections.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who despite his scrawny, weak appearance, is rather cunning and knows how to fight dirty. He catches whoever attempted to steal you away from him by surprise and swiftly cut their throat, ridding the world of them quickly.
❥ Yandere ! Loser who sighs dreamily at the sight of you putting another bully in their place for trying to take your Loser. Right in the middle of him completing one of the many tasks you give him, too. They’ll be dead by midnight but he can gleefully enjoy your violence in peace for now, with a perfect view too. You might as well make your relationship with him official at this point as you’ve made it clear he’s off limits to everyone else!
❥ Yandere ! Loser who believes it to be clear to everyone around that he is yours and you are his. And he’s right, many have noticed the strange interactions between the two of you and have all collectively agreed not to get involved. Even if you aren’t fully aware, he’ll fix that soon enough…
Welcome to the Teaser post for SoulHate!, a Klance Soulmate!AU I started writing back when Voltron: Legendary Defender first graced Netflix in 2016. To be honest, I never thought this fic would see the light of day since I dropped it after inspiration left me. But, I am currently experiencing a renaissance with my writing and falling back in love with my craft. Writing used to be one of my favorite hobbies and somewhere along the way I forgot that. Now, I am determined to see these nameless fanfictions within my drafts through to the end. The first to get such treatment is SoulHate!, but believe me, there is more to come.
This post will provide you with a lot of insight into this world I’ve created for our favorite red/blue pair. You’ll learn about the rules of the universe and what challenges await our characters. Of course, it wouldn’t be a teaser if I didn’t include a small excerpt from the fic itself so I’ve tucked that below as well! I’ve also included when you can read more, because honey, I am done with more than half of the story already and I want you to see it!
ABOUT THE WORLD
SoulHate! is a first-words-tattoo soulmate AU. If that doesn’t make sense, I understand! When Soulmate!AU’s first started to circulate tumblr the rules were vast and ever changing. With this particular AU, I thought soulmates were great, BUT what if we added some extra spice. This spice included soul tattoos, which branded our OTP upon puberty. The soul tattoo, instead of being a piece of art, would instead be the first words their soulmate would ever speak to them. The soul tattoo would vary depending on location, font, and size. Also another tidbit–they hurt. The soul tie that binds our pair will reflect pain onto their other half from any number of stressors.
If it doesn’t make much sense here, that is perfectly fine! Everything will be revealed organically as the story goes on. Oh, and here’s your warning: SoulHate! is as Slow Burn as they come. If you’re here for a quick Soulmate fix, you have scrolled too far. BUT, if you are strong enough to last on Klance crumbs alone on our way to the wicked witch’s house, then look no further. This budding romance between enemies will make you laugh and warm your heart all at the same time.
EXCERPT FROM THE WORK
Lance looked outside where his eyes caught a large truck moving slowly down the street. He saw brake lights—but by the time it left his vision, there was steam in his face. Lance rinsed off the sauce and lathered it up with a bead of dish soap. Once he was finished he did the same with the fork he used and put them both in the drying rack. Two minutes of his life—wasted. Now that he was fed—it was time to find his phone. The last time he remembered having it was on his way home from shopping earlier today. He was Googling the name of a new song for his mom. After that? Nothing. So it was probably somewhere stupid like in the side door or stuck underneath the seat. Lance walked out of the kitchen and gave the front door a wide berth. That end table wasn’t going to get him a second time. He looked around for the key dish—a weird upside down seashell decoration that his mom kept from the beach she and dad were married on. There was a key to the house, a key to his dad’s car, and of course, right at the bottom of all the junk in there, were his mother’s car keys. Before opening the door—Lance looked at the state of himself.
Wrinkled jeans, a navy blue T-shirt, gray socks. He basically took off his shoes and took a pain-induced nap…coma…something to that effect. Either way, Lance opened the front door and walked out onto the cement driveway. Upon noticing the chill, he made his way quickly to the passenger side door. When he opened it he saw a charging cord, the thermoses his mother packed for their day trip and…a whole lot of not-his-phone. He checked underneath the seat next and started patting around his back pocket for his phone to open up the flashlight feature. He felt like a primitive being standing there in the dark, hands blindly searching for a device with a built in light. When that yielded no results, he opened the back door and climbed in. Maybe it could have slid when they parked?
Lance looked down under the seats and found one, his phone and two, a forgotten bag of fruit. It must have rolled. Lance pocketed his phone and pulled the plastic bag of apples up onto the seat. He looked outside the car window for a moment. That truck from earlier was parked in front of that house with the SOLD sign displayed. There was a green Subaru hitched to the back of the moving truck. A navy blue Ford truck was already filling the cracked driveway. Lance narrowed his eyes as someone got out of the Ford. Who in their right mind moved in this late? Lance shrugged it off and pocketed his phone. He gripped the bag of apples tightly. Now to get these bad boys inside. Lance picked up the bag and threw it over his shoulder. And only when he did that did he notice the tear in the bag. Lance dropped the bag and looked around—one, two…he counted four apples rolling their way to freedom. Lance ran after them as they traveled down the slope of his neighborhood. Of course this would happen to him. In his good socks. On a chilly night. When people were around to see him.
Lance caught up to two apples, which were caught in someone’s uneven lawn. He picked them up and looked around quickly. The third one disappeared—probably rolled off the curb and into a storm drain. But the fourth one was the fastest. It had already made its way to the moving truck by the time he got halfway down the street. He booked it, all the time wondering if one measly apple was really worth all this strife. He could feel the thunder of his footsteps, the sound of his breathing, could see something in his peripheral—
WHAM!
Lance hit the concrete so hard the wind got knocked out of him. Not only that, but he could feel the telltale burning sensation of a scrape on his elbow and right ankle. Like he’d skidded a little on the way down. Not to mention the almost heartbeat like thump in his chin—like he’d been punched.
Lance opened his eyes, and they immediately locked onto…a head of black hair. Lance looked around them where cardboard boxes, a cell phone, and a pair of earbuds were spread around their crash site. He hadn’t even seen the guy, where did he come from?
Lance could have sworn he heard something come from below.
“What?” Lance said, breathlessly.
“I said, ‘Ouch, my fucking head.’”
Lance’s eyes went wide and his heart sank. He crawled backwards and tripped over himself to get back onto his feet. He needed to get out of there. Now. But his legs couldn’t carry him fast enough—it was like he was running in a dream. He felt his heartbeat in his chest, the cold sweat forming on his neck, and every panicked breath from his mouth. When he got to his mother’s car, he grabbed the half-empty bag of apples and slammed the front door behind him. If he woke someone up, oh well. Lance booked it to his bedroom after dropping the apples on the floor. When he closed the door behind him he was able to breathe.
Until he looked down at his soul tattoo…
Nothing.
Lance patted his jeans, prodding the tattoo on his hip hoping that it would start up again. Hoping that the unbearable pain would return.
But it didn’t.
WHEN TO EXPECT MORE
I had planned on finishing the series before posting the first chapter–but I am too excited to keep everything to myself. I will be posting the first chapter of SoulHate! next Saturday!
She stared into the mirror. No…no, that wasn’t quite right. Her hand moved automatically, grabbing her favourite lip-gloss, a bright bubblegum pink, before smoothing it onto her lips. She fluffed her hair, smoothed her new school uniform and did a final tally in the mirror. There. That looked better, yes.
The shrill ‘beep beep beep’ of a phone alarm startled her, making her jump a little. Shit, shit, and double shit! She jerked away from the bathroom mirror, her stocking feet pounding against the wooden floors as she ran to her room, grabbing her phone and silencing the alarm. As her hand reached down to grab her new backpack, her stomach seemed to twist unpleasantly. Anxiety knotted in a tight pit inside of her…
New backpack. New uniform. Brand new town. Brand new school.
It was all intimidating as hell…but no, she couldn’t let herself think that way. It wasn’t intimidating. It was exciting! That was it. It was exciting – brand new everything, including a brand new her. This would go off without a hitch, she reassured herself as, with a hasty, shouted goodbye, she took off out the door, slamming it behind her. She was already a bit behind…running late on the first day wouldn’t be the best way to start this all off on. So she took off running, the high ponytail she’d fixed her hair in bouncing against her neck and shoulders. She should be almost there, she thought, approaching a corner at a run and skidding around it…only to find herself colliding, with surprising force, with something very solid.
The next thing she knew, she was on her ass on the ground, blinking owlishly and trying to figure out what had just happened.
Sawako Kuronuma is the perfect heroine…for a horror movie. With striking similarities to a haunting movie character–jet-black hair, sinister smile and silent demeanor–she’s mistakenly called Sadako by those around her. But behind her scary façade is a very misunderstood teenager. Too shy to fit in, all she wants to do is make some friends. But when the most popular boy in class befriends her, she’s sure to make more than just that–she’s about to make some enemies too!
