summary: He blackmailed you into joining his group of popular kids, and... nothing bad happened? Yandere! Popular! OC x F! Reader
✧ note: I just read a few pieces with this trope, so I wanted to try writing one myself.
✧ cw: blackmail/coercion, one bloody beatdown, background family stuff (mentioned, not detailed), swearing, some concerning tendencies.
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"Look what I've got." He holds up a photo that captures your family's mess, waving it like a hundred-dollar bill in front of a desperate beggar. He's cornered you in the one place you usually find some peace from the swarm of hormone-charged teenagers.
A bastard is still a bastard whether he's popular or handsome, and this one is painfully childish. "What do you want?" You snap your lunchbox shut and snatch the photo, which he lets go of without a fight. Of course he has copies.
"Join my group for lunch in the cafeteria tomorrow." He stands there now, weight shifted onto one leg, hands shoved in his pockets.
Hellishly suspicious. Threatening you out of nowhere, acting like you're already friends, assuming you won't notice how strange that is? He's probably in the middle of some game of truth or dare, and tomorrow he'll find a way to humiliate you. (Or maybe that's just you, having read too much fiction, and he genuinely wants to be friends. Hmm. No. This is too contrived to pass as "making friends.")
"Yeah, and then you'll dump your lunch on my shirt or something, and everyone will laugh at me." You go back to packing your things, trying to think of a way out of this.
"Ugh, what kind of delinquent still does that these days? I could trash your locker instead, and everyone would say you had it coming." Look at that. He actually huffs with pride, as if he isn't some psycho straight out of a horror show. "Whatever. Just show up tomorrow. It's not like you have a choice." He shrugs and walks off.
Should you tell a teacher? The police? Chances are you'd end up in trouble too and get expelled in the end, or at best your quiet school life would curdle into being the kid labeled a troublemaker, rumors trailing you even after graduation. Sounds like reporting this to the authorities just makes everything worse….
You blow out a long breath. Life is really exhausting, isn't it? You stare up at a sky that knows nothing.
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"Let's meet again, sweetheart." Your school's cheerleader captain blows you an air kiss and throws in a wink as the two of you split up in the hallway. You wave back, trying to shake the faint daze of realizing nothing truly awful has happened, except that they've all gotten… friendly? Maybe just more stares, more attention. Beyond that, not much.
"See, not so bad, right?" The one who's been dragging you along, insisting on walking you to your next class, tilts his head with an air of total innocence. You don't answer, just keep walking, and let him fall into step beside you.
He lets your silence slide and keeps going. "Come again tomorrow."
You click your tongue. "Should I?" Why keep playing along at all? Who knows if they're just waiting for you to feel like you belong before they turn around and stab you in the back.
"Yeah. If you want that photo deleted." As if he isn't going to keep it forever anyway.
"You're going to keep holding that over me." The words come out in one breath, your voice kept low. You try to walk faster.
He matches your pace easily. "I'll delete it after six months. Until then, you just have to listen to me nicely."
You roll your eyes and scoff. "So I'm your slave from now on, is that it? You should've said so yesterday."
"That's a cruel way to put it. Haven't the others been treating you well? Besides, they don't know anything about the photo." You stop walking and turn to actually look at him. His expression seems innocent. He's already been watching you.
"What do you actually want?" You clench your fists, holding yourself back from punching his stupid face.
"You'll have to figure that out yourself." He muses over his own answer, and just as you're about to kick him in the groin, he stops you by raising a finger, like he's offering some kind of pinky promise. "I promise I'll delete it after those six months, if you behave." Okay. What kind of nonsense is this?
You don't answer and keep walking. Luckily your classroom is only a few steps away, and freedom from this misery.
Not to be left behind, he digs something out of his pocket and presses a folded piece of paper into your palm. "Here. Don't forget." Then he strolls off, waving and calling out loud enough that even more eyes turn your way.
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"Raining, huh. Want a ride?" You're about to pop open your folding umbrella on the front steps for the walk home when you find him standing beside you, spinning his car keys around one finger. His laid-back manner never changes, not even with rain coming down outside like a typhoon.
"Not driving the others home first?" Even as you consider taking him up on it, you don't close the umbrella. Just in case you decide to turn him down, or in case you say yes and still need it on the way to his car.
"Nah, let them figure it out. Maybe later, so I can get them to owe me drinks." Before you can call him out on the habit, he's already slipped himself under your umbrella. "So?"
"You're still asking when you've already decided to steal my umbrella?" His hand has wrapped over yours where it grips the handle. You just let go, and he takes it with a look far too pleased for someone merely holding it for the two of you.
Like a proper gentleman, he lets his own shoulder get a little wet, tilting the umbrella to keep you covered, then opens the car door while still holding it over your head, before folding it shut and tucking it into the door pocket. You've ridden in this car enough times to know exactly where he keeps his towel. You pop open the glove box and hand it to him.
He thanks you easily and takes it, then attacks his damp hair with the towel, ruffling it with such theatrical vigor that you scold him and the two of you end up laughing together. Then he goes quiet all at once, as if remembering something. He pops open the armrest compartment and holds out what you assume is a flash drive.
"Here… that photo. Sorry, for being a bastard about it." You take the flash drive, a little stunned to realize it's already been almost six months, and that you've been having so much fun you'd forgotten the whole reason you ended up with these friends in the first place.
Six months isn't exactly short, but it isn't long either. Still, at least now you know they've genuinely been trying to be your friends, rather than setting up some cruel trap that would scar you for life. You huff, amused despite yourself. "Well. As long as you know you were wrong. I'd say you owe me about seven lunches for it."
"Even if it's a hundred, just say the word." He starts the car.
"Show-off." You give him a look that says exactly how shameless he is about money.
"Isn't it natural for a guy to want to look cool in front of someone he likes?" There he goes again, throwing you a signal, though he keeps the tone joking. Whatever he wants, whether he means to keep playing games like this or let it turn serious somewhere down the road, it isn't as if this catch game of his is something you can actually win over.
Still, you aren't about to let him off the hook. "If anyone else heard you say that, they'd kill your vibe and call you a boi-failure. Remember the spicy noodles that—"
"Hey! That came out of my nose because I choked, and it was way too spicy!" He clears his throat loudly, scraping together what little dignity he has left, which has probably shrunk to the size of an acorn by the time you're done wrecking his hair with the towel. In moments like this, he looks boyish, nothing like his usual playboy resting face.
Maybe the only thing you still regret is how your old friends, the ones who used to be with you, have drifted away like you were some kind of germ. To this day, you still don't know what you did wrong to make them leave.
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To be fair, what do you really know about him? His antics, his place in the school’s social hierarchy, his hobbies, his family situation, and what he’s like when it’s just the two of you?
"Stop it. If you keep beating on them, they might actually die." He's already dropped you off and, just like he said, is driving the rest of your mutual friends—the popular kids home too, except he happens to swing by an alley and takes so long that the friend riding along gets out to check on him.
"Ah, sorry. Almost done here." That's all he says, tossing a couple of limp bodies toward the dumpster and the still-damp corner of the alley. Lucky for him, he's worn dark clothes today, or the blood splatter would show clearly. Unfortunately, that does nothing about the smell.
"What is it this time? Aren't you overdoing it a little?" Overdoing it, apparently, only applies to the bodies he's beaten, not to what's spilled from the victims' bags: books, a phone with its screen cracked. He can throw a punch, sure, but he prefers to keep things tidy.
"One of those guys got a little too close to her. I couldn't just let that slide." He brushes off his hands like there's dust on them, though they're scraped red and raw. It has to sting, but he lets it be for now. "I wonder what she'd do if she saw my hands like this."
His friend huffs, annoyed at how easily his mood shifts the moment you come up in conversation, and grumbles at him, "she probably will just scold you for being a bad dog."
He should snap back at being called a dog, but if it comes from you, he supposes it isn't so bad.
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Bonus:
The piece of paper he gave you: his number with a note saying, “Save it and text me back ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎”
"Sorry to disturb a sweet thing like you at this time of night, but I'm a long way from home. Can I come in to use the bathroom? Promise I'll be out your hair the minute I'm done."
The man standing in front of you was charming as sin. Handsome, fit. His head was tilted to the side as he smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with a youthful mischief that almost hid the darkness inside of them. Almost.
Most people would let him inside without thinking twice. Southern hospitality, like your folks used to say. Doesn't ever end, even if it was the middle of the night. But you didn't.
"Sorry," you started cooking up an excuse in your head. "But my bathroom's not workin'. The plumber can't come 'til later tomorrow."
To his credit, he wasn't deterred. "Oh, that's alright, darlin'. I'm sure we could figure something out, can't we?"
"Yeah," you hesitantly agreed, keeping your hand on the door. "I'm sure someone else is still up as well. It's a big neighborhood."
He sighed, shaking his head. "I already tried the neighbors. But they sleep like the dead. And you're the only one with your lights on."
For some reason, that innocent statement about your neighbors sent a chill to run down your spine.
"I'm sorry," you said, never good with confrontation. "But I think you should go. I'm sure there's a store or gas station that's still open," you added apologetically as you went to close the door.
Your heart dropped when he stuck his foot out, hard leather boot stopping the door from closing with a soft thud.
"Let me in, sweetheart," he drawled out the pet name. His eyes connected with yours and smiled when your face paled.
He stepped forward, off the welcome mat and inside into the doorway, leaning in close to you as you instinctively backed away. Fangs peaked out as he spoke, sharp and deadly.
Yandere knight who wants you instead of the princess.
Sequel here
Dead dove Do not Eat
Tw. For noncon, MDNI, Fem pov
Yandere knight who has been training in the palace for a very long time. It's an honor for a commoner like him to even set foot into the castle walls, so he works earnestly.
Yandere knight who's been catching glimpses of not only the lovely princess throughout the years, but her handmaidens as well. You're a daughter of a somewhat lesser noble house, and therefore you have essentially been given to the royal family until you're eventually married off to another courtier.
But of all the noble ladies, who often ignore him, he finds you to be the most approachable and kind to him and the other squires. He's developed a bit of a crush on you over the years, and he eventually found it in himself to express his feelings. They were innocent and pure then, and he stood there blushing and awkward waiting for you to accept or deny. He would've taken a no from you. Really, he would have.
But then that pompous bitch got in the way.
The princess had you pulled away by her other attendants before you could answer, and she all but sneered at him.
"My maids are not for common rife like you to sully," she spat, a look of disdain carved on her delicate features.
Yandere knight who was deployed to the battlefront soon after. He spent years in misery knowing it was that royal woman's meddling that had both sent him here and stopped him from knowing how you truly felt.
Yandere knight who carved through foe upon foe with the flash of his sword while thinking of you. He would wipe blood from his face and wonder what it would take to have you. He resolves to become so renowned that he could have you and the respect he deserved all those years ago anyways.
Yandere knight who comes back as the hero of the nation. A parade is thrown for him upon his return, and flowers are thrown at his feet by the masses of people. He is awarded a noble title, a duke (impressive), a territory of land to manage, and the blessing to have the hand of any eligible lady in the land from the king.
The implication was for him to go for the princess, sitting there in a gown befitting of an engagement party. She wasn't the heir to the throne, and having a young, impressionable Duke to have and father a potential crown prince or princess was certainly a draw for her to act so sweet and lovely despite her previous attitudes. He had to use all the will in his body to hide his disdainful glare towards her. Instead, he strode up with a near giddy grin, breezed past the waiting royal, and knelt before you.
"[Name], I shall have you as my wife," He says with a beaming smile. You try to protest, but he's already sweeping you into his arms. The king seems surprised by his choice, but as he stares between Yandere Knight, lovestruck and beaming, and you, squirming and utterly shocked, he realizes that he cannot simply go back on his word. The king waves his hand, and your fate is sealed.
Yandere knight feels bad for not giving you a proper wedding. In fact, he feels bad about not taking you to your new home before he's pulling up your skirts. He's a dog, he knows, but you're just so tempting now that you're all his. He shoving you down onto the plush upholstery of the carriage seats, and you let out a startled cry.
Yandere knight who cannot claim he's chivalrous. He wishes he could, but he loves the way your breasts look pushed up so tightly in the laced bodice of yours. He lets out a groan, petting your hair and shushing you as you whimper under his wandering touch. Button after button becomes undone.
"Love, you'll never wear such stifling clothing again. You hear me? All robes and lace from now on. None of this nonsense," He murmurs into your skin. He pulled your corset and chemise from your body, and he pressed fervent kisses to the crook of your neck. He grasps at your breasts, kneading them experimentally. He's had time to experience women on the battlefield. A fling or two in some field on the outskirts of a freshly liberated village. He would think of you the whole time and imagine what he was latching his lips around the stiff peak of your nipple while a random girl cried out underneath him. But this was real. Your warmth beneath his much heavier form was on of the most beautiful feeling he had ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
He parted your legs, and he could feel you shy away from him. He laughed. As if you had a choice. He knew you would love him eventually, but for now you can't blame him for how ravenous he was as he felt between your shaking, parted legs. He smirked as his lips met yours. His fingers slid against your folds, gathering slick arousal on his digits with a curious hum. He grinds his thumb against your clit as he slowly pushes his way into your warm, spongy walls.
"Oh? Is it good there? Or here? Where, love? You gotta use your words," He teases and licks the tears rolling down your cheeks, peppering your soft skin with kisses. He feels you pulse and stretch around his hand, and he relishes the way your back arches when he curls his fingers just right against that sweet little spot. Desperate noises tumble out of you, and he smiles.
He pulls his fingers out, and you cry out at the sudden sensation. Your chest is heaving with small moans, and your pretty pussy is drooling onto the carriage cushions. He pushes your legs up to your chest for a better grip, and his shudders at the way your twitching feels against the head of his cock.
Yandere knight knows that, as he thrusts into you, he's going to enjoy the luxury of finally having you both under his body and under his control.
Imagining a desperate yandere who just can’t keep his hands off you….
Tags: yandere x reader, fingering, soft, gentle, dumbification, noncon, gn neutral reader, afab reader
He's plunging his thick fingers deep into your cunt, achingly slow. Other hand holding your face against his heart while you lay your back on his naked chest. His breath shaky as he watches his digits disappear past your folds, your juices forming a puddle beneath you.
The soft touches leaving you weak and shaky, unable to exert any more energy than a feeble push at his arm, nothing compared to the layers of muscle lining his body. Feeling the slow pumping, in, out, in, out - infinite and soooo fucking slow. Whining as drool slips down the corner of your mouth.
He cradles your face with his unoccupied hand, eyes drowning in your own. He leans in and messily licks up your spit, tongue flat against your face as his heavy breath hits your feverish flesh. You can’t even shake your head ‘no’ as he slobbers all over your cheek, his palm keeping you firm in place. Keeping you there for hours. Lazily fingering you until your brain melts out your pussy.
First like actual post on this account holy shit 😓
— 𑣲⋆｡˚ suggestive ❨ just friends ? ❩ ft. yandere! tamsy caines
why should tamsy care? after all you two are just friends.
but friends don’t fuck and then ghost each other. and it was never him who ghosted you, it was you. i mean he’s tamsy caines. he shouldn’t be annoyed by it, one because he’s a narcissist, two because he’s a manipulative and three who randomly targeted a young boy and destroy everything he has to get him at his best potential.
but why?
because he saw something in you that he wanted to mold. something raw, untouched and perfect. and tamsy caines always gets what he wants — then reshapes it into his image. you were never just a friend. you were his next masterpiece. and masterpieces require sacrifice. starting with your precious little heart.
i mean ghosting him was your act of rebellion, the only card you had left to play. you thought sleeping with him and then vanishing would prove you weren't just another toy in his collection, that you wouldn't fall into his rhythm. but for a narcissist like tamsy, rejection isn't an ending—it’s a personal insult. it’s a crack in the mirror.
but why?
because he's obsessed with control. and you took that away from him. he can't have you, and that drives him insane. he wants to punish you for daring to walk away, but more than that, he wants you back. not as a friend, not as a hook up—as his.
because for tamsy caines, he is the one who creates the pain, never the one who feels it.
and you broke the golden rule: the hunter doesn't get haunted. by walking away after being that intimate with him, you stripped him of his control. those hallway stares aren't just longing—they are a wounded predator trying to understand how the prey slipped the trap.
he couldn’t manipulate you, he couldn't hurt you. you were the key to his heart—something he never wanted to admit, something he never wanted to feel. every time he sees you, every time he remembers that night, it's a reminder of his weakness.
you are his weakness.
but there’s good memories, the ones where you brushed his long beautiful hair while metal rock was playing on his radio— and those times where you put his hair into a bun— or that one time you kissed his cheek
those memories itch at him. those were the moments when the carefully constructed walls of the manipulation started to crumble. the long hair—he'd never let anyone touch it, let alone brush it and put it up. only you. he'd be sitting there, music blasting, all metal and chaos, but somehow when your hands were in his hair, it felt peaceful.
that cheek kiss was the final nail in the coffin. it wasn't sexual, it wasn't demanding—it was pure affection. and tamsy, a man who thrives on manipulation and destruction, had absolutely no defense against it. you weren't fucking him; you were loving him. you domesticated the monster. that’s why he can't move on.
he thinks in the future, just maybe one day— to all those people you loved end up dead on the chairs, on the day you two get married. old 90s music playing while smudging the blood on his pretty white suit. waiting any moment for you walk down the aisle
he plays that scenario in his head like a twisted romantic comedy. you walking down the aisle in white, surrounded by chaos, and him standing there in his immaculate white suit — the only one clean, the only one waiting. he'd have slaughtered everyone who ever hurt you, every person who made you smile but never really knew you. a bloody altar, for you. and only you.
or maybe he decides that kissing on top of the piles of the dead body underneath you two is more his style. in his eyes, that’d be his ultimate goal. he wouldn’t mind the smell of the iron blood, the smell of human flesh and your scent mixing in with the rotten humans.
after all, what better way to seal a love than with blood and destruction? your kiss would taste like copper, your hands stained red as you hold each other.
that's not just love; that's possession. i mean after all, what a dark love story written in crimson.
Yandere! JJK x Yandere! Okkotsu Yuuta x Pregnant! Sorcerer Reader
.....In which you are a very pregnant lady who carries the baby of your lover, Okkotsu Yuuta. You are an ex sorcerer who got together with her high school sweetheart. When your old teachers catch light of you not really....on solid grounds in your relationship, they visit to ask if you need any help. Yuuta is not really sane.
You're worried.
You rub your stomach to soothe yourself, hoping the baby will kick your hand in response to calm the pounding of your heart. Your eyebrows were knitted in distress and Yuuta was angrily cooking you dinner.
He was mad that you never tell him when your hungry. It would've been cute if this wasn't his fifteen millionth blow up this week. This entire week, you've been doing things on your own around the house and he hates it. He hates when you don't come to him for help. He hates not having constant understanding of how your baby is possibly feeling and he hates when you don't eat.
He thinks you don't understand how important it is to stay healthy and full and always happy and fulfilled while an entire human being is growing inside of you. Not in the cute fatherly way, but in the 'you can't eat that candy! It has so many toxins and blah blah blah' kind of way. And you keep trying to tell him to put his stresses to rest. Not in the cute pregnant wife kind of way, but in the 'please just let me eat my donut holes in peace' kind of way. When he found out you didn't really have a lunch and only just now wanted something to munch on, a snack, that was his last straw.
"I hate that it's when I'm not around that you decide to forget about your own wellbeing." You heave a sigh finally, tired of his complaining. "Yuuta, you hate every single little thing I do when it's not up to your standards. I can help myself! I know when my body is hungry and I know little snacks aren't enough, but is it so bad that I just want something...small sometimes?"
He has prepped meals for you to eat every day of the week with labels on them for exactly when to eat them. He even has a nice dessert selection for you to choose from......but you didn't ask for any of this and you're beginning to realize you're tired of it. You don't want stupid prepped meals, you don't want asparagus for the fifth fucking time that week. You were sick of the helicopter treatment you were getting.
He stops chopping the veggies on the cutting board and turns to you momentarily, "Yes!! You need to have-" You groan loudly, tuning out his voice to stop his lecturing from piercing your ears. He stops his tracks and watches you get up from the couch, a grouchy look on your face as you escape to the bedroom.
You're ignoring him.
He drops the knife on the cutting board and speed walks over to where you're walking. You feel Yuuta harshly grab your arm to jerk you to face him. Before you can tell him to let you go, he grabs your other arm and pulls you closer to him. His big eyes burn into yours with a look you've never seen before. He looked...pissed and like he was going to explode. The hold he had on you was tightening more every second. "Baby, are you listening to yourself? I don't want you to starve yourself and the baby, that's not why we decided to have one. And I'll be damned if you-" "Yuuta, what is wrong with you?? You're hurting me!"
He blinks and notices how tightly he's holding you. He slowly stops his hold, letting himself put space between the two of you. The anger that sat in his chest lowers from a heavy boil to a low simmer, realizing he was taking out his frustrations on his beloved, his other half. Regret replaced his illogical anger. Suddenly, you crunch over in pain, moaning and holding your stomach. The stress of arguing catching up to you. Yuuta's face goes pale as your knees buckle. He catches you, deciding to pick you up and bring you to the couch. You don't even question where he found the strength and just try to bare the pain. "No, no, no, no..." He lays you down gently on the couch and kneels by your side, also placing a hand on your belly. "I'm sorry, honey. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I've just been..." He looks off onto the side, seeming to struggle at finding the right excuse for his behavior. You don't respond, knowing there isn't one.
Ding Dong
Both of your heads turn to the front door at the sound of the doorbell. Yuuta stands to go find out who's at the door and you sit up from where you were currently laying. Yuuta opens the door, a smile painted on his face, only for it to wobble at the sight of three of his trustworthy elders.
Gojo Sensei, Nanami Sensei, and Geto Sensei.
"Who would've known?" Yuuta forces a laugh and bows lightly at the three older gentlemen at the door who also share relaxed smiles with their student. Everyone was wearing casual clothes and Gojo Sensei had his sunglasses rather than his usual blindfold. Gojo suddenly launches himself at his student. "Yuuta! Ah, I remember when you had lighter eyebags," Yuuta doesn't know if he's wincing at the current noogie Gojo is giving him or the straight up insult he just issued. "How's work been? How have you been? Is Y/n home?" Gojo lets go and Yuuta takes the time to fix his hair and composure.
"Uh, work's fine and I'm...getting by. Nothing too serious. And, uhh.." He trails off at the last question. It might've just been him in his head about it, but it shouldn't really matter much if you're home, right? Why does he-
"Yeah, she's resting right-" "Great! I don't care. 'Scuse me." Gojo shoulders Yuuta harshly as he makes his way into the house once he got the answer he wanted. Yuuta stares at him, his eyebrows beginning to furrow. "What?-" A hand is felt on his shoulder and he turns back around to see Geto giving him that same smile.
"I hope you haven't been working yourself too hard. I know how you get when you're cranky and too focused on the little things." Yuuta feels his shoulders begin to tense. He doesn't know why all of these people wanted to be in his space, in your space so badly. This is just a prank, right? He nods lightly and another wobbly smile tries to make a way to his face before he sees Gojo getting close to you and he points past Geto to where you were. "Also, I'm kind of busy at the moment-" "I also hope these habits don't bleed into your regular life. Right? You don't want these issues going on with a baby on the way, dear student of mine."
Yuuta looked back at him, his paranoia not going away anytime soon. "What?" He feels a different hand on his shoulder, turns and sees Nanami giving him a stern look. "We should talk."
Geto turns to go join Gojo by the couch where you lay.
You're a little nervous. Okay, a little is an understatement. You're really nervous. Yuuta seems to be more and more stressed the longer your old teachers continue to stay. Gojo kneels down and grabs your hand to stop you. The simple touch pulls you back to reality, meeting his eyes. He takes off his sunglasses and smiles at you. "Are you feeling alright, angel?" A tense feeling twists in your chest. When you realize the answer wasn't yes, you began to avert your gaze, not knowing how to answer.
Nanami's voice in the background fills the air and you blink. Geto also kneels by where you sit and brings up a hand to brush your cheek. You shouldn't like it, but it soothes you more than Yuuta's touch ever could these days. "If he's giving you trouble, you know you can always tell us."
You turn to his violet eyes. Geto's heart nearly breaks in half when he sees tears well up above those pretty lashes of yours. "I just....it's complicated. He's not how he used to be anymore," You whisper. You wouldn't dare tell him that, knowing it would only cause more arguments to spur between the two of you.
Maybe that's your sign.
"Maybe you should take a break." Gojo smiles at you again. You look at him in confusion. "I mean...get out of the house a little bit. It's good to get some exercise every once in a while. Especially in your state." You begin to think to yourself, maybe he's right. It's been so long since you've gotten out of the house. Yuuta's kept you cooped up in here for who knows how many weeks. Anything more than simply walking will get his neck to turn in your direction. They're right. You need a breather.
"But...that's entirely up to you." Your worry slowly leaves your face and that smile they've been waiting for softly comes back. "Since when have you been the rational one?" Gojo laughs, standing once more. "When it comes to you, I can put my mind to anything, baby."
You swing your legs off the couch to meet the ground and Geto gives a hand to help you stand. "And besides," You look up at him, in question. "It's about time you've had a change of scenery."
"What?!"
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5 minutes ago
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Nanami Sensei was giving Yuuta a look he's never gotten from him before. And honestly, Yuuta wasn't any better himself, not even trying to hide his disdain. "Yuuta," Nanami murmurs. He suddenly steps closer, as if he was going to tell a secret, crossing his arms and staring him deep in his eyes. "I've been sending you mail for updates of your journey of paternity leave situation. However, the letters I've received from you have been.....concerning. Which is why I'm here to discuss with you."
Yuuta couldn't stop his mouth anymore. "No offense, Nanami Sensei, but nothing of me and my lover's life is any of your concern any longer, and I wish for you to-" "None of my concern?" Nanami's eyebrows pinch together and he steps closer to close the distance between the two of them, if that was even possible. "How is it none of my concern when I receive letters mentioning violent tendencies to inflict on those with close relations to the woman you are meant to protect?"
Yuuta wished that he could forever silence the man in front of him. Whether through killing him or just outright ignoring him. But he knew to act better than that. The last thing he needed to do was show his wife the type of man he really was. Especially now that he knows that his former Sensei couldn't keep a secret. And especially now that he knows his former sensei would use that information against him.
"I am protecting her." Nanami stays silent for a few seconds. "....I didn't take you in to teach you to use your hands to selfishly inflict pain on innocent bystanders who have nothing to do with what goes on in your head. You were better than this. I'm sorry." Silence grows between the two men and Yuuta wonders what exactly Nanami was trying to get at.
Nanami thinks to himself how long it took to get to this point. To work together with two old friends and realized they all had a common theme, you. They all knew you couldn't have been happy with your current husband. Nanami knew that just from one look at the first wedding photos that you needed a real man to protect you and stick by your side.
You needed someone who would protect you from what was physical in this world, along with protect you from things supernatural that most wouldn't be able to comprehend. And to somehow manage to join forces with two of the strongest on top of that, he put his differences aside and realized the more the merrier. And if there was anyone he would trust to keep you safe if it wasn't him, it was Geto and Gojo.
Intelligent, strong, and good at their jobs. All they needed was for you to complete the puzzle and stick by their side. Yuuta was never meant to be in the picture. Nanami believes Yuuta was trying to attempt to be what him and his former colleagues are. He's nowhere near as mentally and physically capable to do what they can, which is why you're coming with them instead. Maybe in another life time, he could be a better partner for someone he actually deserves to be with.
"We'll keep her safe for you. You clearly need rehabilitation."
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Present Time
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"What?!"
You snap your head toward Yuuta's voice and watch as his face basically explodes into a tomato red. Fists clenched, teeth grinding and veins popping out of his forehead. "No....you can't just take her from me!" Yuuta yells quickly. He tries to storm past Nanami, but he had a grip on his upper arm, stopping him from approaching you. "Yuuta?" You step forward in concern, wondering what was said for him to be yelling.
You watch as Yuuta violently tries to resist. Pulling his arm as hard as he could, over and over again. Once he realized that wouldn't work, cursed energy began to surround his fist. He jerked around to try and punch Nanami, but he dodged, and his fist instead connected with Yuuta's nose.
Yuuta grunts and drops to the ground, the wind from the impact hitting you to know just how hard he was hit. "Wait, what's going on?? Why are you hurting him?" You began to raise your voice in question and Gojo softly grabs your arm turning you to face his direction. You couldn't move your eyes from Yuuta's form on the ground. He struggled to stand and Nanami was right there when he tried to get up.
Before you could look any longer, Gojo's hand grabbed your chin and turned you to face his direction. Geto and him were giving you soft looks as if your husband wasn't being beat to the ground a second ago. "It's time for us to go home, sweetheart. We'll take care of things here for you. But Satoru here will show you the way."
You couldn't understand what was happening. At first, they made it seem like you would just have a nice little stroll, but now it seems like they're trying to...abduct you? You could feel your stomach begin to cramp again and you whimper in slight pain, grabbing your belly.
Gojo steps as close as your stomach allows him to and he grabs both sides of your face gently, making you look him in the eye. "Just focus on the sound of my voice, angel. Close your eyes....and take a deep breath, okay?" "Gojo Sensei.."
You felt like no one was listening to you and you kept finding questions with no answers to any of them. You're scared.
"Close your eyes." His thumbs moves gently over your eyelids and all of the commotion in the background is heightened by the rest of your senses. "And just focus..." His hands are warm. The palms cover your ears and for a moment, you feel slight pressure surrounding you entirely.
Then it's gone.
His hands move back to your cheeks. "....on the sound of my voice."
Water. A beach. It's warm.
Without asking, you open your eyes.
You are, in fact, on a beach. The sun is hitting you from above. Gojo is already staring at you. "W-where are we?"
He laughs at your question and turns you around. Your mouth opens in silent awe at the sight of a very tall beach house. "Your new home." You snap your head back to him and step back. The sand under your feet is soft and looks clean somehow. "What?? What about Yuuta? I can't just leave my husband-" "Husband?"
Gojo throws his head back and lets out the most genuine laugh you've ever heard leave his lips. "Baby, that's not your husband anymore! Don't worry about him. All you have to do is relax, and read, and whatever you do at home. And look! Now you have a beach you can enjoy every single day." Speechless, you understand why Yuuta was yelling.
They stole you away from your home. Was Nanami in on this? Geto? Were they all planning to do this to you? How are you going to get back home? Is there even a way back?
"Hellooo? Don't start spacing out now. We have a lot of catching up to do. Starting with....figuring out baby names. I call dibs. Satoru the second."
Is there even a change you'd ever leave this place?
