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evereinefaust · 7 months

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Today's the day the four council boys dreaded the most. It wasn't alien to them that students of Akademi were entranced by the myth of the confession tree at the back of the school, and that many would attempt to have a chance at love by confessing to their crushes on a Friday underneath the cherry blossom tree.

It's also not unusual that a certain girl in their small group was roped into many situations regarding that stupid myth countless times.

No matter how many times the four boys tried to dissuade [Y/n] from accepting random invitations and meet with men underneath the cherry blossom only to reject their feelings, the [h/c]-haired council member is still an adamant girl. That's why, most of the time, the boys can't help but watch over the whole situation from afar, ensuring that no mishap would befall their precious Vice President.

"That girl really..." a certain blonde sighed, massaging his temple as he held the note in his hand.

After the dismissal of their last class, the five student council members immediately left their respective classrooms to fulfill their duties. If it were any other day, Reiichi would find himself waiting for a while for the other members to slowly file into the room. But today, it seemed that a certain someone already beat him to it.

Hey, Rei-kun! I won't be able to do my duties as usual because of you know what. You don't have to worry about me, I'll make sure to be done in a jiffy and return to the council room afterward. Thankies~ Love, [Y/n]

That was what was written in the paper Reiichi held. Although the male knew that it wasn't unusual for the [h/c]ette to leave notes informing him of such rendevous, he couldn't shake the feeling that she might be getting herself into deep trouble by simply meeting with him.

"Oh, was [Y/n]-chan still not here?" a familiar voice chimed in, followed by a couple of footsteps entering the room.

Reiichi turned around and spotted the three boys. Grunting, he showed them the paper. "She went first to meet with that boy."

Even without explicitly saying the name, the boys knew who their president was pertaining to. The three of them had varied reactions to Reiichi's words — Daisaku clicked his tongue, expression hardening; Ken pursed his lips, a slight crease embedded between his eyebrows; while José's half-lidded eyes stared at the wooden floor.

"So she went straight to the confession tree and met Yudasei, huh?" the black-haired enforcer scoffed, the information leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

"It appears so," the blonde hummed. Folding the note and putting it inside his pockets, he then faced his members. "We'll focus on doing our duties. For now, let's patrol our designated areas. If anyone sees [Y/n] on the way, inform her to stay and rest in the student council room."

"Understood."

"Mhm."

"Okay."

The three of them nodded. After that brief meeting, the four boys went on to do their designated task for the afternoon — patrolling the school and ensuring that no students were breaking the rules while also keeping an eye out for a certain [h/c]-tressed female.

The boys spent over an hour patrolling the campus, the students noticeably fewer as time went by. Despite their efforts, they hadn't come across [Y/n] yet. Reiichi was growing concerned as the minute passed by, his heart beating with an uncomfortable feeling.

"Has any of you seen her yet?" he asked, gazing over the three council members when they had an unexpected encounter at the plaza.

"Sadly no," Ken shook his head, a frown visible on his face.

Daisaku crossed his arms, pursing his lips in thought. "I've patrolled all floors but I haven't seen a glimpse of [Y/n]. Although I would see [h/c] hair out the corner of my eyes, it was just another random student."

"Same here," the exchange student added. "I haven't encountered her during my outside patrol."

"Hm..." the blonde placed a hand under his chin, a slight shift on his cold facade as he thought. After a moment, Reiichi sighed and nodded back. "Alright, let's continue with our patrol then. We'll cover [Y/n]'s part of the school in her absence."

Once again, the council members parted ways as they did another round of patrol around the campus, this time, including areas that fell under the female's jurisdiction. Worry was gnawing at the edges of their minds, their eyes peeled for any signs of [Y/n]. They questioned passing students, hoping to gather some information about her whereabouts, but to no avail.

However, a glimmer of hope seems to present itself to them. Out of the corner of their eyes, they spotted a particular black-haired student walking away. Their footsteps hastened as they followed Yudasei, the only one who could have the answer to their lingering questions.

"Have you seen [Y/n]?" Reiichi took hold of Jokichi's shoulder, stopping the boy in his tracks. The blonde's expression was a mixture of concern and frustration.

Yudasei seemed taken aback by the confrontation, his aloof demeanor faltering slightly. "I... I haven't seen her."

Daisaku scoffed and took a step forward, glaring down at him. "Come on, man, don't play games. Tell us where she is."

"No, I'm serious. I haven't seen her since I waited for her at the cherry blossom tree," Yudasei gulped, clearly a bit intimidated by the situation. "I swear!"

The boys exchanged puzzled glances.

"Explain," Reiichi demanded, releasing the third year and crossing his arms.

Yudasei took a deep breath, his composure wavering under the intense pressure of each council member's stare at him. "After cleaning time, I went straight to the confession tree. I waited for her for about an hour, but she didn't come. I... I wasn't expecting her to accept my feelings, but I never thought she'd stand me up like that."

This revelation sent alarm bells ringing in the boys' heads. They knew [Y/n] well enough to realize that she wouldn't just stand someone up without a good reason. Something was definitely wrong. Reiichi's mind raced as he processed the information. [Y/n] wouldn't just stand Yudasei up like that unless something urgent came up. His concern for her grew stronger by the minute, and he exchanged a quick look with the other members.

"Tch!"

After gathering this information, they left Yudasei and continued their search for [Y/n]. Dread and anxiety crept through their hearts as they scoured the campus, increasingly worried about her safety. As the sun began to set and their search seemed futile, they made their way back to the student council room, a heavy feeling of unease hanging over them.

"Where could she have been?" the blonde murmured, feeling agitated without seeing the girl since.

"She couldn't have returned to the council room while we were patrolling, could she?" Ken suggested, trying to ease the unsettled atmosphere over them.

The black-haired enforcer shook his head. "No. We know her too well. If she were indeed there, there would be tons of males flocked around by now."

"Mhm. Besides, she is usually the one coming to find us first, isn't she?" José added, rubbing his sleeved arm for a sense of comfort.

"And she couldn't have gone home yet. She won't do that without informing any of us," Reiichi continued, his mind racing with possibilities. With knitted brows and worry swirling in his oceanic pools, he muttered. "Just where on earth are you, [Y/n]?"

As they neared the room, a metallic scent wafted into their senses, growing stronger as they approached. The hall was quiet, devoid of any soul other than the four of them. The orange of the setting sun, once calming and beautiful, added a haunting sense of dread as it enveloped them with its hue.

"Can you smell that?"

"Yeah. Smell like rusted metal."

José and Ken exchanged confused glances, but hearing their conversation, Daisaku and Reiichi immediately recognized what it meant. Eyes wide and hearts racing inside their chest, the two boys burst into the room without hesitation, surprising the other boys.

"Wh—Reiichi-kun?!"

José and Ken trailed close behind them, confused yet alarmed at the two's sudden sprints. The sliding doors to the student council room slammed open, Reiichi's hands gripping each side. The pungent smell of metal was strong and suffocating, and the source was something inside this room.

He had hoped that he was just overreacting, he had hoped that once he opened his eyes, he would find everything to be normal. But reality shattered his hopes like glass hitting the cold, hard floor and their worst fears were confirmed. There, in the center of the room, was a gruesome sight that would forever be etched into their memories.

On the table, lay [Y/n]'s lifeless body, surrounded by a pool of blood. Multiple stab wounds adorned her once vibrant form, her beautiful white student council uniform matted with crimson, the fabric is torn and decorated with thorned roses sticking out from her open wounds. The metallic scent they had picked up on was the scent of her blood, and the realization was enough to send a wave of horror through their veins.

Her once bright, [e/c] orbs were now vacant and dulled. Her complexion paled as her life was taken away from her. Her beauty...stilled.

"No... No, this can't be happening," Reiichi's voice quivered, his legs faltering as he rushed to her side. His hands trembled as he lifted her head, his heart aching at the sight of her lifeless eyes. He whispered her name, a desperate plea as if trying to will her back to life.

Daisaku's fists clenched at his sides, his knuckles turning white. Anguish twisted his features, a mixture of disbelief and rage. Ken and José stood frozen, shock rendering them temporarily incapable of reacting to the horrifying scene before them.

"W-we need to call for h-help. I-I'll get the teacher!" Ken's stammering voice finally broke through the haze that had settled over them. Despite his trembling body, he willed himself to push through the shock. Turning around, he exited the room, running to the faculty as fast as he could.

As the sound of Ken's footsteps disappeared and was replaced by the deafening silence of the room, the realization of what they were witnessing fully sank in. They had lost one of their own, someone they had all cared for deeply. The student council room, once a place of laughter and camaraderie, was now a scene of tragedy.

Reiichi continued to cradle [Y/n]'s lifeless body in his arms, his tears falling onto her cold cheeks. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his chest, threatening to crush him with the overwhelming grief that consumed him. The pain was indescribable as if a part of his soul had been torn away.

Daisaku's anger surged through him, a fiery rage that burned hotter than anything he had ever felt before. His hands shook as he clenched them into fists, his nails digging into his palms. He stared at the scene before him, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. How could something like this happen? Why had fate been so cruel?

José's usually half-lidded eyes were wide open in shock, his usually calm and collected demeanor shattered. He couldn't believe what he was seeing, couldn't fathom that [Y/n], the girl he had always seen with a smile, was now gone. He felt a knot in his stomach, his heart heavy with sorrow for the loss of a beloved.

As the minutes passed, the room remained silent except for the occasional sound of stifled sobs. The sun had fully set, casting a dim and eerie glow over the tragic scene. Outside, the world continued to move forward, oblivious to the heart-wrenching event that had taken place within those four walls.

Ken returned with a teacher in tow, the older woman's eyes widening in shock as she took in the sight before her. She quickly made a call to the authorities, her voice trembling as she described the situation. The teacher stood beside Reiichi, gently placing a hand on his shoulder as tears welled up in her eyes. She didn't know what to say in the face of such a devastating loss.

The next day, the school held a somber memorial for the fallen student council vice president. The students were stunned and devastated by the sudden tragedy, and the atmosphere in the school was heavy with grief. Even though it was a Saturday, everyone attended the ceremony, even some of their relatives came to pay respect to the female.

It surely came as a shock to everyone about the occurrence. After all, they didn't expect that the prestigious Akademi would experience such a gruesome incident within its grounds. What's more, it was a horrific murder done to one of the most popular and lovable students in school.

[Y/n] [L/n], the vice president of the student council, was a well-respected and admirable upperclassman. She was kind, compassionate, friendly, and pure. She extends help to every student who needs it. She doesn't discriminate against her peers. And she held a great sense of justice and actively upheld it.

[Y/n] [L/n], a model student and inspiration to all. Although some were envious and jealous of her excellence, popularity, and beauty, everyone will admit that she is on a different level than them. And the only ones who could comfortably and equally stand by her side were those four men.

[Y/n] [L/n]. She wasn't just any student. She wasn't just any girl. In the eyes of those four, she was their goddess. She was everything they hoped for, everything they dreamed of, everything they wanted. That's why, for as long as they live, they made an individual silent vow to never let anyone stain her.

That's how they became her thorns. And she, their rose.

However... not all beauty lasts forever... eventually, all flower has to wither.

The four council members, though devastated themselves, were now even more distant and unapproachable. The memorial ceremony was a blur as they struggled to accept the loss of their friend and colleague — their beloved. Every time a student came and attempted to console even one of them, they would glare at the student, the rage and coldness that brewed within was evident in their piercing stare.

Ken Kyonashima, known for being a humble and friendly secretary of the council, became passive-aggressive. His smile, once held warmth, became a broken smile filled with grief and anger. His once amiable orbs that resembled the setting sun were now distant and dull. Although he refrained from speaking harshly, his words held animosity within, always aimed at the students who approached him, no matter who they were.

After all, it was because of them that this happened.

José Silva, known for being the exotic treasurer of the council, actively avoids anyone who approaches him. His shy and easily-flustered demeanor before, now transformed into a detached facade. His beautiful eyes, reminiscent of a lush forest, were now shielded by a wall of indifference. No longer did he offer his signature awkward yet endearing smiles to the students who admired him. No longer did he respond to anyone who spoke to him.

After all, it was because of them that this happened.

Daisaku Aragaki, known as the reformed enforcer of the council, seems to have reverted back to his delinquent ways. The way he stared down at students who approached him held a challenge in his gaze, daring them to say something that would set him off. His sharp and abyssal eyes, once sources of intimidation, were now even more fearsome. He exuded an aura of danger, making it clear that he wasn't to be trifled with.

After all, it was because of them that this happened.

And there was him... Reiichi Tanaami, the cold yet dependable president of the council. From afar, it doesn't seem like he changed after the incident. He still carried himself with the same air of authority and control. But those who knew him well could detect the subtle shifts in his demeanor. His gaze held a depth of sorrow that wasn't there before, and the lines on his face seemed to have deepened overnight.

Reiichi was struggling to maintain his composure, torn between his role as a leader and the pain of losing someone so dear to him. Unlike the others, he didn't push people away with hostility or avoidance. Instead, he was surrounded by an almost palpable sense of melancholy, drawing an invisible barrier that kept others at a respectful distance.

After all, it was because of them that this happened.

During the memorial ceremony, he stood at the forefront, delivering a heartfelt eulogy that moved everyone present to tears. His words spoke of [Y/n]'s dedication, kindness, and unwavering commitment to making the school a better place. He described her as a guiding light, someone who inspired him and his fellow council members every day.

The entire time, he had his gaze fixated on a particular couple at the very front of the audience. The pair wept, their ragged cries unrestrained despite his speech. Reiichi, Daisaku, Ken, and José could only observe in silence as [Y/n]'s parents lamented the loss of their beloved child.

If what the four were feeling right now was agonizing enough that nothing could fill the void in their hearts, how much more excruciating the pain would be for the very people who spent all their lives caring for and watching the girl grow up, only to discover that her life was snuff away without warnings in just a day?

Witnessing the raw pain of [Y/n]'s parents made it even more unbearable. The guilt they harbored for not being able to prevent her tragic fate gnawed at their hearts like a relentless storm, tearing away any semblance of peace they might have had.

And yet, despite the efforts he and his members have to uphold themselves, rumors of a murderer on campus circulated, further contributing to the tense and gloomy atmosphere. Amid the memorial proceedings, the four boys struggled to keep their emotions in check, feeling a burning anger at some students' indifferent conversations about [Y/n]'s life and passing.

Unbeknownst to them, a certain female student watched from the shadows, her smirk revealing a sinister satisfaction. She had achieved her twisted goal of removing [Y/n], the one her beloved had a crush on. The price, however, was steep—the shattered hearts of four grieving souls and a school forever scarred by the darkness that had infiltrated its halls.

"Oh, well~ I guess I just need to avoid any of the council members from now on," she tittered, hiding the sadistic smile behind her fist. Her black eyes swirled with madness, pink tinted her cheeks as her heart thumped with a triumphant euphoria. "The only sin you had, dear [Y/n]-senpai, was being the object of interest of my beloved. You should've known not to entangle yourself with other people's affairs. Fufu~"

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ayten-is-living · 1 year

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Y'all seen this movie?

#yandere simulator #yansim #1980s mode #yandere simulator 1980s mode #student council #yandere sim #ken kyonashima #daisaku aragaki #reiichi tanaami #jose silva #joze shiuba #hose shiruba #cursed #fab movies

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macy-starmoon · 19 days

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i have a dream last night which is about yansim student council 1980s (includes my OC Elena)in a 2d fighting combat game like samurai shodown.and this is an Sengoku AU.

only remember what Elena and Daisaku wear in my dream.

Elena is based on Gracia from Samurai Warriors.she dressed liked a western lady,and seems she has Western Christianity.Her mother is from western.

weird,Daisaku wears ripped jeans but it is supposed to be a Sengoku era...

i dont remember what the others wear...

Jose is a ninja but he is from western.based on a character from Samurai Warriors 5

Reiichi is based on Andrew from Samurai Shodown 5(?)

Ken is also based on a character from Samurai Warriors.

also,Elena,Reiichi and Daisaku are unlockable characters and they can be unlocked through the Arcade/Story mode in game.

my dream can always be a interesting concept for making an AU

it could be a very fun fangame xd

#doodle #yandere simulator #yandere simulator oc #daisaku aragaki #reiichi tanaami #jose silva #ken kyonashima #my ocs #AU

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domxmarvel · 2 years

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Yandere simulator Masterlist (1980s)

💙=Male 💖=Female 💛=Neutral 🌈=Fluff 💦=Smut 💀=Angst 💜=Mtf 🖤=Ftm

Yandere simulator (Reuglar)

Ryoba Aishi (1980s)

Reiichi Tanaami

José Silva

Ken Kyonashima

Daisaku Aragaki

#yandere simulator x reader #yandere simulator 1980 x reader #yandere sim 1980 #ryoba aishi #ryoba aishi x reader #reiichi tanaami #josé silva #jose silva #ken kyonashima #daisaku aragaki

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josesilva3001 · 4 months

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Este año ha sido muy grato, pues logre varios proyectos, dentro de ellos, logre la reedición de mi poemario Noches de Abril, Mar y otros insomnios, el cual tuve la oportunidad de presentarlo en la Feria Internacional del Libro en Guadalajara con el equipo de Escritores Mexicanos Independientes. El próximo año será de más trabajo y darle más difusión al poemario, por mientras, quien guste uno puede enviarme un mensaje y con todo gusto se los hago llegar, tiene un costo de $250 pesos mexicanos o $20 dólares ya con envío incluido a cualquier parte del mundo, el poemario trae poemas inéditos y algunas fotografías que he realizado y pues la temática del contenido aborda el amor resignificándolo en varios sentidos y también abordan reflexiones íntimas con el mundo, estoy muy contento con todo el resultado y les aseguro que vale la pena. Agradezco mucho a todos los que me han apoyo y bueno por mientras queda seguir trabajando en más proyectos. Saludos y por acá andamos✌️😁📚

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skettelyboi3000 · 1 year

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how would the councils of both modes view each other?

Megami sees them all as friends. She trusts them more than anyone else

Kuroko sees them as acquaintances. Doesn't know how well she can trust Shiromi or Aoi but sees Akane and Megami as trustful people

Akane sees them as friends. She acts like the mother of their group

Aoi sees them as friends. Not much more to that tbh

Shiromi sees them all as best friends. She treats them like she treats everyone else though

Reiichi sees them all as acquaintances. He also sees them as loyal, trustful people

José sees them as friends. He trusts them all a whole lot

Daisaku sees them as acquaintances. Even though he doesn't see them fully as friends, he's still nicer to them than others

Ken sees them as friends. He knows that the other members probably don't, but he still enjoys being around them

Sorry if I'm vague with these

#yandere simulator #megami saikou #kuroko kamenaga #akane toriyasu #aoi ryugoku #shiromi torayoshi #reiichi tanaami #jose silva #daisaku aragaki #ken kyonashima #asks

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fragmentos-adolescentes · 2 years

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No es justo, que tu ausencia se imprente en mis noches, que se alimente de mi insomnio y permanezca por las mañanas en los amaneceres de miel, pero ¿Quién es juez en esta realidad absurda? ¿Qué es la justicia si no se conquista? Por eso, he de olvidarte en las hojuelas del mañana.

JM Silva

#citas #frases #notas #escritos #fragmentos #fragmentos adolescentes #amor #pensamientos #textos #citas en español #jm silva #jose miguel silva #josé miguel silva #josesilva3001 #jose silva

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desorden-en-letras · 2 years

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¿En qué momento mi reloj se sincronizó con el tuyo?

JM Silva

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evereinefaust · 8 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓

The afternoon sun bathed the student council room in a warm golden glow as José and [Y/n] sat at a table, surrounded by stacks of textbooks and notes. José was hunched over a Japanese grammar book, his brow furrowed in concentration. He ran his fingers through his short, wavy, dark brown hair, pushing it away from his olive-green eyes as he attempted to decode the complexities of the language. On the other side of the table, [Y/n] was flipping through a Portuguese textbook, her expression equally focused.

"Okay, Joze-kun," [Y/n] said, pointing at a sentence in his book. "This construction here is used to express future actions. It's similar to how we use 'will' in English."

José nodded, trying to wrap his head around the concept. "Got it. So, 'Watashi wa ashita gakkou ni ikimasu', right?"

[Y/n] smiled, impressed by his pronunciation. "Exactly! You're getting the hang of it. Now, let's move on to the next section."

Despite being a recent exchange student from Brazil, the female was impressed by José's learning capabilities. It hasn't been that long since he started the school here, and yet he already garnered the attention and affection of most female students due to his exotic looks. Furthermore, his skills with numbers earned the attention of a certain blonde and he offered a spot in the council for José.

Of course, the [h/c]-haired vice president was more than happy to have another member to help out with council duties, and to have someone coming from a different country to study here. Despite having an avid curiosity about the cultures of other countries, [Y/n] was not able to research and learn more about the outside world. But since José came along, she was glad that they were able to bond over a simple study session like this.

As they continued studying, [Y/n] couldn't help but notice José's occasional struggles. Whenever he stumbled over a word or concept, he would furrow his brows even more, his light brown skin gaining a faint flush of frustration. She found it endearing how he was putting so much effort into learning her language, her visage softening significantly.

"Ugh, this is so difficult," José muttered, running his hand through his hair again. "I never thought learning Japanese would be this tough."

[Y/n] chuckled softly. "It's okay, José-kun. Learning a new language takes time and practice. You're doing great."

He smiled appreciatively at her words. "Thanks, [Y/n]. You're really patient with me."

"No problem," she replied, reaching over to pat his hand reassuringly. "We're friends, remember?"

José's heart skipped a beat at her touch, and he cleared his throat, attempting to regain his composure. "Right, friends."

They continued their study session, their laughter and the rustling of papers filling the room. In between explaining Japanese grammar rules, [Y/n] took the opportunity to learn a few Portuguese phrases from José. He patiently taught her how to say "hello," "thank you," and a few other useful expressions, his voice soft and warm.

"Alright, [Y/n], repeat after me: 'Olá, como você está?'"

She repeated the phrase after him, her pronunciation a bit clumsy but improving with each attempt. José's smile widened, and he couldn't help but find her efforts adorable. As the study session progressed, José's nervousness began to show. He'd mix up Japanese and Portuguese phrases in his sentences, causing [Y/n] to raise an amused eyebrow.

She teased him gently. "You're really keeping me on my toes, Joze-kun. I didn't know 'obrigado' was a Japanese word."

José's cheeks turned a shade of red that matched his hair. "Ah, sorry! It's just, sometimes my brain gets all tangled up."

[Y/n] laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's okay, Joze-kun. Your little language mix-ups are actually quite cute."

His embarrassment deepened, and he looked down at his textbook, trying to hide his face. "C-cute? I-I mean, thank you."

As she stopped her teasing right then, José eventually managed to calm his nerves. He found himself entranced by [Y/n]'s focused expression as she read the Portuguese textbook he had brought. Her brow furrowed slightly, and she chewed on her lower lip in concentration.

Seeing her like this, José's heartbeat quickened. He felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a feeling he couldn't quite put into words. He had always admired [Y/n] from a distance, her determination and kindness shining through in everything she did. But now, sitting across from her, getting to know her better, he couldn't ignore the fluttery sensation in his stomach.

As [Y/n] looked up from the textbook, she caught José's gaze fixed on her. The way her [e/c] hues sparkle with such life and softness entranced him. Their eyes locked for a moment, and he quickly averted his gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt a rush of embarrassment at being caught staring, but he couldn't deny the sense of admiration that had been growing in him.

Time seemed to stretch, and José's mind wandered to the short span of time he had spent with [Y/n]. He thought about how she had welcomed him into the student council with open arms, how she had patiently explained the intricacies of the student council's activities and the school's traditions. He remembered her laughter, her kindness, and the way she made everyone around her feel at ease.

"[Y/n], I—" José began, his voice barely above a whisper.

Before he could finish his sentence, [Y/n] smiled warmly at him. "You're doing great, Joze-kun. I'm really impressed with your progress."

José smiled back, his embarrassment fading as he focused on her words. He realized that he didn't need to say anything at that moment; just being with [Y/n] and sharing this study session was enough to make his heart race and his cheeks flush. He was grateful for the opportunity to get to know her better, to be a part of her world even if just for a little while.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm orange glow over the room, José and [Y/n] continued their study session, surrounded by the soft hum of their laughter and the promise of a newfound connection.

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #reader insert #x reader #one shot #fluff #drabble #female reader #yandere simulator #yansim #1980s mode #joze shiuba #jose silva #rose epineuse

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ayten-is-living · 1 year

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I think I'm too into making cursed pictures but like..yeah.

Kristoff doesn't exist, who's Kristoff? I've never heard of him.

Yanzen 2

#yandere simulator #yansim #1980s mode #yandere simulator 1980s mode #yandere sim #student council #ken kyonashima #reiichi tanaami #daisaku aragaki #jose silva #joze shiuba #hose shiruba

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softiedingo · 7 months

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Silva is definitely the only cowboy I would kill to ride ✨️

#jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal #pedropascal #ppascaledit #pedropascaledit #pedro pascal characters #strange way of life #silva strange way of life #i mean damn #this man makes me feral

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pedros-husband · 9 months

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you steal their clothes

pedro pascal characters x male/gn! reader

characters included: Javier Pena, Joel Miller, Javi Gutierrez, Marcus Moreno, Ezra, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, agent whiskey, Silva, Oberyn Martell, Dave York, dieter bravo, Tim Rockford, Dio Morrisey

Javier pena: he thinks you look extremely hot in any of his clothes especially if you wear any of his tight jeans, the way the fabric clings to your ass has him reeling. and if your alone in the office/at home, he'll have you bent over a desk or in the sheets in moments. he doesn't hide how hot he thinks you look in them either, it's a lot of flirty comments and lingering touches. if you aren't in private he might walk up behind you and start trailing kisses down your neck, his arms wrapped around your waist as he whispers what he wishes he could do to you.

Joel miller: he won’t admit it but he thinks you look so handsome/gorgeous in any of his clothes, especially his flannel shirts, so when he catches you wearing one of them his eyes will light up and a small smile will play on his lips-only for a second though. Then he will silently walk over to you and wrap you up in his arms, smiling into your neck. And if it’s your day off he will push you down on to the couch/bed and hold you close in his arms, your face pressed into his chest as he runs his hands over the curves and contours of your body. If you try and mention how clingy he’s being and how he likes you wearing his clothes- he’ll shut you up with kisses and cuddles until you forgot all about what you where saying. (Sometimes it goes a little further and he’ll rip the shirt off you in heated desire, the buttons popping off as you gasp and he just grumbles about how he doesn’t care)

Javi Gutierrez: he smiles so wide like a puppy and sweeps you up in his arms whispering every pet name under the sun, kissing your cheek and trailing them down your arms and to your hands, telling you how he loves the way you look in his clothes. He will immediately propose that the two of you cuddle and watch all his favourite nick cage movies- and who are you to say no to that cute face?

Marcus Moreno: he melts when he sees you cuddled up in one of his hoodies and as long as he’s finished all his work he’ll drop anything he’s doing to wrap you up in his arms mumbling. How he’s so lucky to have you and to be your husband. He won’t be able to keep his hands off you and not necessarily in a sexual way he just needs to be touching you in some way, even if it’s just the pinkies touching on the couch if your working otherwise his whole body will be draped over you in a big bear hug.

Ezra: let’s be real he only really has a couple of undershirts and pants for under his suit so if you wear any of his clothes they’re going to be quite tight fitting (just pretend they would be okay) and so he’ll drool over you and immediately decide that the orlac hunting can wake a couple more minutes whilst he indulges in his favorite treasure…

Din djarin: he doesn’t wear anything other than his Mando armour like Ezra so instead if your a mando like him and you take your top armour off and are left in just your undershirt and trousers, he’ll flip the razor crest into autopilot and drag you back into the bunk room to retrace some tension he’s feeling

Frankie morales: he thinks you look so hot in his clothes even if it’s just his baseball hat (maybe with nothing else at all) and will twirl you around, smiling like an idiot, before swooping you up and putting you down on the couch, wrapped up in his arms. He won’t let you leave his grasp until the image of you in whatever your wearing is permanently engraved into his brain.

Agent whiskey: he thinks it’s the sexiest thing in the world, seeing you all cozy on the couch or doing the dishes in his shirts and shorts, he’ll walk up behind you , wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his face into your neck, inhaling the smell of your cologne/ soap and smile. Sometimes he’ll whisk you off to the bedroom as well

Silva: he loves when you wear his cowboy hat or his old bandana, to him it shows that your his and no one else’s, and anyone who sees you will know that your his as well.

Oberyn martell: he has quite a few of each of his robes as spares and such as he’s the prince so when he catches you wearing his yellow robe his jaw drops to the floor. No matter if he’s attending an important meeting or training, he’ll drop whatever he’s doing and whisk you back to your chambers.

Dave York: he’ll play it off like he’s pissed that you stole his clothes but will secretly steal looks when your not looking, his eyes wandering over your body as he bites his lip. He’ll make a few phone calls to call in late and re arrange some plans so he can have you for a little while longer…

Dieter bravo: this man can already barely keep his hand off you so the second he sees you in something that’s his, he’s tackling you to the nearest bed/couch, looking at you with excited and hungry eyes, mumbling about how much better his clothes look on you but he’d prefer none at all.

Tim Rockford: he catches you wearing his shoulder holster in the mirror at home , and stops in his tracks, taking a couple steps back to leer through the door and admire how it looks on you. He will stare for hours until you’ve walked up to him and tapped him in the shoulder, snapping him out of his daydream with a bright blush on his face as you chuckle to yourself.

Dio morrissey: if you wear any of his necklaces/ leather jackets he’ll go feral. He thinks it’s the hottest thing ever and will pin you to the bed, trailing kisses along your neck and chest whispering curses under his breath as he progressively gets more and more hot and bothered.

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A/n: sorry I haven’t posted any fics recently, I have had a flare up in my back and it’s thrown me off a bit, I’m working on a request that should be out soon hopefully and just a thank you to everyone as well :)

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