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For the soulmate au thing how about 2: name tattooed on wrist, for Rohan. Considering how popular he is there is no where near enough content for him honestly. Anyways, I love your blog and hope you have a lovely day!

I'm suprised too, he needs some love.

I hope you have a nice day too!

Chaotically in order

(yandere Rohan X Gender Neutral Reader)

Marioh Cho was a small town but it was also a bizarre one. Not that you could remember any other to compare it to. You just woke up one day in a tree with no recollections of who you were or how you got there, the only identification you had was a bag with the name (Y/n) on it. That's when you met the group of teens that would become your closest friends. Josuke, Okuyasu and Koichi and much like them the town was also just as friendly, besides the occasional rouge stand user of course.

You had managed to get a job in a cafe and a small rental apartment within a couple of weeks and life seemed to go quite smoothly for you. Of course you wanted to figure out who you were and how you ended up in such a predicament but for now you just wanted to plant your roots and keep it steady.

Today was a beautiful Saturday, so you had decided to catch up with Josuke and Koichi at the cafe you usually were working at. You had also invited Okuyasu too but he couldn't make it. You assumed it may have something to do with his father, however despite the lack of Okuyasu you all had a good talk until you looked in you bag in search of a pen to use for a drawing you were working on when your stand Learning to fly had activated and you had ended up with several different ones.

"Hey that's my pen I've been looking for it for weeks!" Koichi exclaimed as he grabbed one of them.

"Welp at least you have it back now, my stand really has a mind of it's own I guess..." You said as you rubbed the back of your neck with your free hand before searching through the handful of pens you had for the right colour until Koichi interrupted again.

"That looks like one of Rohan's pens, don't you think so Josuke?" Koichi said as pointed to a black and gold one amongst the rest.

"Yeah" Josuke agreed as he tried to snatch it out of your hand but you stopped him.

"Wait, Rohan?" You exclaimed.

"Do you know him (Y/n)?" Koichi asked.

"Not really but I've have a tattoo with that name on my arm for as long as I can remember" you said as you pulled it out of your hand and put the rest away.

"Maybe he knows something about how you ended up here" Koichi explained before writing down something on a napkin.

"This is his address, hopefully something good comes out of it" he said as he handed it to you with a wry smile on his face.

"Be careful thou, he's a real creep" Josuke warned with an annoyed expression on his face as he fixed up his hair.

"Josuke you don't have to say something so harsh about Rohan, I'm sure you only feel the way you do about him because he said something bad about your hair" Koichi said as he looked up at the other teen. The looked like they were both years apart but surprisingly they were in the same grade.

"Hey I'm not just gonna let anyone get away with dissing my fucking hair like that, it takes me ages to get it looking like this" he argued with a huff.

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You looked down at the napkin once more before nervously knocking on the door. You were anxious but also hopeful that this Rohan Kishibe knew something about how you ended here. You silently waited for a few minutes until you saw the door creak open slightly.

"I'm not expecting any visitors today, if you want an autograph then you'll just have to wait til the next issue comes out" the male said arrogantly as he peered through the door.

"I'm sorry but Koichi told me to come here" you muttered as you tried to avoid eye contact with his harsh gaze.

"Are you a friend of Koichi?" He asked.

"Yes" you replied. His expression lightened and he opened the door fully. You were able to see the male properly. He had short green hair that was held up by a zigzaged shaped headband and wore a baggy green and purple outfit.

"Well any friend of Koichi is a friend of mine, come in" he chimed as he moved aside to let you in. You quickly took of your shoes and put them aside before entering his home. It was fairly clean except for the occasional bundle of pens, pencils and erasers that littered his home. It was no suprise that he would have lost one at one stage.

"So what brings you here today?" Rohan asked as he brought you into the living room and sat down on his lounge and you followed.

"I think this belongs to you" you said as you pulled out the black and gold pen and handed it to him.

"So you just came here to give me a pen?" he asked in a sceptical tone.

"No... I also wanted to ask you something" you nervously replied.

"Oh you want to get a sneak peek at the latest chapter of Pink dark boy before it's published?" He asked.

"No, I'm afraid I don't know what that is..." You mumbled.

"Wait you haven't heard of my work before?!" He asked in absolute shock.

"No, not as I'm aware of... I can't recall much, I was here to ask you if you knew who I was?" You explained.

"You see I woke up a maybe just over a month ago in a tree with no memory of who I was or how I got there" you continued before lifting your sleeve up to show the tattoo on your wrist.

"I thought that you might be able to explain how I got this" you said.

A smile grew on the males lips as he pulled up his sleeve to reveal (Y/n) written on it.

"So I assume you are (Y/n)?" He asked.

"Wait assume? how could you have my name tattoed on your wrist and not know who I am?" You exclaimed.

"It's a birth mark" he responded.

"And yours is quite possibly as well" he explained.

"But how could we have corresponding birthmarks?" You asked, you just couldn't wrap your head around it.

"I believe it maybe a soulmates sign, a symbol that we were meant to cross paths" he said slyly as a mischievous smirk drew on his face as he leaned closer to you, causing you to press yourself against the lounge as you felt his dark gaze violating you. This was what Josuke must of meant by calling him a creep.

"You know, I always wondered what you would be like..." He hummed as he harshly grabbed your arm.

"Wait what are you doing?!" You screamed as you tried to get his grip off of you before he pinned you down and a creature that almost looked like a little boy appeared, he must of been a stand user. He noticed that your your attention diverted from him.

"Oh... Your a stand user too? Don't worry I just want to have a look at your memories... It won't hurt, I promise" he cooed before grabbing a pen with his free hand drawing across your face causing your face to peel back and. You hated this you felt so violated know that he was going to look through your memories, there may not be many but you still didn't want him seeing into your private life.

He hummed in delight and muttered under his breath as he read your life story like a book.

"Truely remarkable, you'd make a great character in Pink dark boy... A young person with amnisia trying to maintain an ordinary everyday life while also getting caught up in situations that could only be referred to as bizarre, a character with developmental potential... A character that couldn't be hated by the readers!" he exclaimed as he sat up and pulled you up before waving his pen in your face. You wanted to run away so badly, you would already be out the door but you just couldn't, your body was as stiff as a rock, unaware that he had already written his orders on you.

"I know you want to run but I need you to be still for a bit while I sketch you up" he said as he grabbed out his sketch book before pressing the pages on you face til it was closed.

'Oh Koichi, what the fuck did you get me into?' you mentally asked as he pushed you head lightly to the side. Fear just continued to build up in you

"Oh your such a perfect muse already... I could just draw you from every angle" he cooed.

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After all the fuss he made of drawing you he removed the writing he had wrote in earlier. You instantly ran to the door but you found yourself unable to turn the doorknob.

"Please, just please let me go!" You yelled at the male.

"No I have so much more to learn -" he said until his home phone began to ring and he picked it up.

"Oh Koichi hello... yes they're with me" he said. You quickly tried to grab the phone out of his hand but he managed push you to the floor and use his stand on you again.

"Oh (Y/n) are you alright? I'll put them on now" He said as he helped you up.

You grabbed the phone out of his hands and this time he didn't stop you.

"Hey (Y/n) how are you doing? I hope he isn't acting weird?" Koichi asked you.

"No everything's fine... I'm actually getting along with him very well" were the words that came out of your mouth which were contradictory to what you had tried to say.

"Oh that's good, I just wanted to check in on you that's all" he said

"Well good bye" he said.

"Bye..." You sheepishly replied before the phone hung up. You were mentally screaming as you realised how hopeless you were.

"You have such an interesting personality... I just want you to show it to me first hand" he said as he wrapped his arms around you from behind.

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lindsaylouus · 4 years

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10 Lords a-Leaping 🔟🔟🔟 (NCT - Haechan)

A/N: Emoji game, slightly more literal than yesterday. Enjoy!

‘Bye Miss Y/N!!!’ The little ones called as they filed out the door in a flurry to meet their parents.

‘Bye Kids! Merry Christmas, be good!!’ You waved back at them, waiting until they’d all safely left.

You slumped in your chair, head leaning back and breathed a sigh of relief. You loved those kids, but boy were they a handful. Luckily, it was the last class before the Christmas break, and you needed it. Home, shower, dinner, bed. That sounded about right.

However, looking around the room, all you could see was paint, glitter and glue strewn all over the large table in the centre of the room and all over the floor. There was even mess on the underside of the table.

How?! How do kids manage to do this?

When the local Church was calling for volunteers to help out with arts classes for children at the Community Centre, you were all for it. It’ll be fun, give a little back, make a difference to kids maybe? That’s what Christmas is about, right?

You’d even talked a couple of your friends into helping too.

But how wrong you felt. All your Saturday evenings had been filled with since, were scrubbing wax crayon off every available surface, trying desperately to get poster paint out of your clothes (some of the kids were wild with a paintbrush), stopping little ones from attempting to eat PVA glue and making sure they created art on paper and NOT each others faces.

You didn’t mean to moan, but it was super draining and you began to wonder if you were actually getting anything out of this. And if you were making a difference at all for the kids themselves.

Ugh, anyway, the sooner I get this cleaned up, the sooner I can get home.

As you began to collect the supplies off the table, you suddenly heard loud shouting coming from outside the door. Out of pure curiosity, you stopped what you were doing and followed the raucous.

As you walked down the corridor and turned the corner into the assembly hall, you saw two of your friends reenacting, what seemed like, a scene from a medieval drama. They were so deep in character, they didn’t even notice you entering.

‘I now appoint you... LORD HAECHAN!!’ Mark’s voice echoed through the large hall. He was holding a plastic sword, tapping it once on each of Haechan’s shoulders. ‘ARISEEEEE!!’

‘Now that I am a Lord.. I CHALLENGE YOU!!’ Haechan pulled another plastic sword from his side and pointed it toward Mark.

‘Dude! I thought we were friends,’ Mark responded with mock shock and disappointment.

‘You thought wrong!!!’ Haechan shouted as he slowly charged at Mark.

The two of them were now having the slowest dual you think you’ve ever seen. They were slow-mo fighting, knocking the swords together until Haechan plunged his underneath Mark’s arm.

Mark's fake death was certainly dramatic. He fell backwards onto the floor, reaching a hand out toward Haechan.

'It.. didn't ha..have to e-end like, th..this,' he stuttered as he continued to sink to the floor.

'Of course it did,' Haechan declared, 'you killed my father!' Sword pointed at Mark's face. We're now in Star Wars, it seems.

'No Haechan... I AM YOUR FATHERRRR!!'

'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!' Haechan fell to his knees.

What a sight. Your two friends were now on the floor, shrieking at the top of their lungs.

Haechan staggered to his feet, you felt an epic monologue coming on.

'What have I don.. Ah! My Queen! You have arrived.' Oh no, he's spotted you. ‘Look, you even sparkle!’ Haechan pointed to your hair, and you realised you had rouge bits of glitter stuck to some strands.

You crossed your arms, 'You guys know that you’re knighted with swords, not made into a Lord?’

‘Details, details Y/N,’ Haechan dismissed your grumpy comment with a wave of his hand.

You continued none the less, ‘and aren't you two supposed to be music teachers? What's with the props today?' You looked around the hall, scattered, were all sorts of musical instruments, but the swords were a new edition.

‘That’s where you’re wrong, Y/N.’ Mark had risen off of the floor and took Haechan’s sword. ‘Where you see Lord’s swords, we see... music.’

‘Music,’ Haechan whispered to you, mimicking Mark’s words.

Whilst Mark was beating the swords against the stage, like he was playing the drums, Haechan was busting moves, b-boying around the hall with Mark’s encouragement.

These clowns, they’d certainly cheered you up this evening.

‘Well, have fun you guys, I’m gonna go and scrape glue off of scissors.’ You turned around and headed back to your messy classroom.

Twenty minutes of tidying later, Haechan came bounding through the door, ‘Ta-daaa!’ He sang as he landed in the room, arms spread, ‘get it, Y/N?.. I leapt.. like a Lord.. a leaping Lord?’

‘You were a knight..’

‘Details Y/N!!’ Haechan once again dismissed your correction. ‘You’ll make me regret coming to help you.’ He immediately started to organise pens, making sure all of them had the right colour tops. One thing you could always rely on, is Haechan’s ability to tidy.

‘Well, if that’s the case, thank you. Lord Haechan,’ you smiled, he smiled and everything wasn’t as gloomy as it seemed twenty minutes ago.

Not long after, the room was finally beginning to look the way it had originally. As the last boxes of paint bottles and felt pens were put in their rightful place, Haechan noticed something left on one of the chairs.

‘Y/N, I think this is for you,’ he held out a beautiful picture of a Christmas tree, with your name spelled out in bright red glitter.

Dear Miss Y/N, Merry Christmas! Thank you for being my teacher. Love, Yuna.

Well wasn’t that the cutest thing? Yuna was one of the more shy children in your class, but she was so kind and sweet. She must’ve been a little too timid to give this to you herself, so she’d left it behind for you.

‘Still think you don’t make a difference?’ Haechan asked in the quiet room.

You’d made it no secret to Haechan that you had been struggling with your classes.

‘I don’t know.. maybe,’ you kept looking at the picture. ‘I mean, I know they’re really good kids. I just wanna be a positive influence you know. I guess, sometimes I don’t feel like they really need me.’

Haechan pulled up a chair, knowing that just by listening to you, he was helping you clear your mind. You mirrored him and sat down.

When you really thought about it, every thank you Miss, every see you next week Miss and every Miss, look at this! meant something to you.

‘They really are awesome, messy, but awesome. Like, today, Gongchan helped Sungjae hold his scissors correctly. And, Dasom helped Umji mix paints together so she could get the perfect shade of pink...’

You couldn’t help but smile as you remembered all the times your class had cared for each other. And in turn, all the times you’d cared for them. Like when Yuna needed encouragement when she didn’t think her drawing was very good or when you drew a dot-to-dot to help Sehun write his own name on his work.

Little things.

‘See?’ Haechan said, almost reading your thoughts.

‘See what?’ You looked at him, confused.

‘You need them, as much as they need you. You shouldn’t doubt yourself Y/N, I’ve seen you with those kids. They love you and you love them, that’s what making a difference is about.’

‘Who are you, and what have you done with my friend?’ You were stunned, but so thankful that you could call him that. ‘You’re proud of that one, aren’t you?’

‘Naturally,’ he smirked, ‘they don’t call me Lord Haechan for nothing!’ He leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, feeling smug.

‘No one calls you that,’ you said as you got up and tucked your chair under the table.

‘You did.’

‘Touché.’ He had you there.

As you both got ready to grab your stuff before leaving the Centre, Haechan made an offer that you couldn’t refuse.

‘Wanna come over to my house tonight? Mom’s making Samgyeopsal. Food of the LORDSSSS.’

Oh wow, how many times am I gonna hear that over Christmas?... A lot.

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