Can Mr. Sanemi Shinazugawa Come To My Reality And Kiss Me?

can mr. sanemi shinazugawa come to my reality and kiss me?

TITLE : RANDOM BAKUGO KATSUKI BF TEXTS

CHARACTER : BAKUGO KATSUKI

CONTENT WARNING : MENTIONS PEGGING ONCE, CRACK, FLUFF

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MESSAGES.

A DOLLAR MAKE ‘IM HOLLER! (( pt. two ))

yandere! gang leader! sanemi shinazugawa x chubby! black! fem! reader x yandere! gang leader! bakugou katsuki

-> NOTES: after the previous fiasco, y/n goes back to living her life like normal. but what happens when she begins to receive messages and calls from unknown numbers? will the police help her?

-> WARNINGS: stalking, unknown numbers, sexual content, nonconsensual photo taking, paranoia, anxiety, threats, tanjiro got that glock on him at ALL times, 6k+ words.

PREV NEXT

THANKFULLY, after the two hotheads had left the restaurant, you had no other problems to deal with for the rest of the night. However, as you finished off your shift for the evening, the parting words from the silver haired man had stuck with you like glue. The thought of dealing with them again made you frustrated as well as fearful. Despite being well-trained in basic self-defense and having the ability to stick up for yourself and others when deemed necessary, you were still allowed to be afraid. Something was wrong with the two of them and you certainly didn’t want to find out what it was.

Hours had passed, the customers had trickled down to none, leaving yourself and those on the evening shift to clean up like usual for the day. Nothing out of the ordinary, and before you knew it, you were locking the restaurant up and waving everyone off, urging them to stay safe on their way home and that you’d be looking forward to seeing them the next day. That was one thing you were happy about, you actually enjoyed your job, even with the obvious drawbacks that came with it at times. With a huff, you messed around with your jacket and tugged your bag a little closer to your body, beginning your walk down the street towards your apartment building. It was bordering on being pitch black, with a sprinkle of fairy dust in the sky, aka stars, but you were fortunately able to see your surroundings with ease thanks to the street lights— even with their eerie flickers that needed to be taken care of by the ctiy. You would have taken the bus or a taxi to your apartment, but there was really no use since it took you about three minutes to get there by foot. You were saving money and time so it was worth it, even if you had to walk past lightless allies and abandoned buildings. You haven’t had a problem with walking home so you could only assume you were safe. Plus, you didn’t exactly have a car to drive anyways.

With a huff of relief, nearly cringing at the sight of the cloud of heat suddenly coming from your mouth and colliding with the cold winter air, you were pleased to see you were nearing your building. And once you got to the parking lot, you walked towards the stairs and began to trudge up them to go right to your door. All while doing this, you failed to notice a particular black hybrid car following behind you from a safe enough distance to not alarm you of its presence. The need to get inside and bundle up left you ignorant of the watchful eyes that were taking careful consideration of where you lived, what door you had walked to, and how long it took you to find your keys, open the door, and step inside.

As soon as you shut the front door behind you, you dropped your keys onto the tiny table you had nearby the door and kicked off your shoes, slipping into your comfy slippers so you could shuffle around the house, warming up your hands by rubbing them together. Making your way deeper into your comfortable home, you flipped the lights on and found the wall-mounted dial that controlled the AC and heater, turning the temperature a bit so your living space could heat up. It was about ten when you’d arrived home and that prompted a quick but needed shower, mostly for clearing your nerves and getting rid of the build up from today’s extremities. A good shower or lengthy bath always had a calming effect on you, but you were a little too eager to wait for a bath, you had to call your friend before the day ended.

Once you’d gotten yourself cleaned up and changed into different clothing, you made your way into your bedroom with our phone and flopped on top of the bed, already dialing up your closest friend. A couple of dial tones later and the phone was picked up, much to your surprise and relief.

“Moshi mosh?” A familiar and soft voice inquired.

“Nezuko! You’re awake, thank goodness. Hi, how are you?”

A brief pause was heard, which was then followed by a cheerful hum, you could almost hear the smile in her voice as she responded to you.

“(Y/N)! I’m doing great. And yourself? I hope you had a nice day at work… When are you going to come visit Tanjiro and I?”

With a nervous chuckle, you rubbed the back of your neck, sitting up on your bed to turn your phone onto speaker phone to continue the friendly conversation.

“Ah, I’m not sure yet, I may be able to come this weekend if I don’t end up burying myself in work, y’know? How’s work going for you? I haven’t been by the flower shop in a while.. I should stop by sometime.”

“You should! Come and have tea with me sometime, the shop’s been doing pretty great even if we’re not in the most… aesthetic part of the city. I’ll even give you some flowers on the house, and no I won’t take no for an answer.”

Her words made you remember one of the main reasons why you had called in the first place, causing you to clear your voice before responding once again.

“I know I know, I promise I’ll come and annoy you one of these days… I also wanted to ask you about something. Do you know anything about the, er, uh… I believe they’re called The Explosives or something like that.” Following your question was a pregnant pause. Something about the lack of response on Nezuko’s end made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, you were worried that you may have offended her or something, but it’s not like you could see her face. You had begun to overthink so much that you nearly missed your friend’s response.

“The Explosivos…? Yes, yes, I know them, only a little bit about them though. They, uh, run this part of town, apparently… I don’t know much about them other than that you shouldn’t get on their bad side, there’s no telling how they’ll react. They’re a gang of aggressive people run by two equally aggressive men. I think… Tanjiro may know more than me since he’s a detective and all, you’ll have to ask him, Y/N.” After fully absorbing her words, you stiffened immediately and shuddered, those two couldn’t be… they couldn’t, there was no way, but you had to find some way to make sure.

“Nezu, do you happen to know what they look like..?”

“Hmm? What do they look like…? Well, I’m not sure, I think I’ve… heard… big brother…”

Oh no, oh no, oh no. She was falling asleep! And once Nezuko drifted off to sleep there was no way to wake her up until she woke up on her own, you had to get her to answer now before she passed out.

“Tanjiro said what? What’d he say?? Please don’t go to sleep, Nezu!” You pleaded, nearly leaning off the edge of the bed trying to hear what else she was going to say. Nothing. She’d fallen asleep.

With a sound of frustration, you rubbed at your temples and hung up the phone, plugging it up onto the charger near your bedside. You’d have to call Tanjiro tomorrow instead, hopefully he could fill you in on the missing details.

…

Did the universe hate you this much? The next day after your call with Nezuko you had tried to reach Tanjiro, only to find out that he’d gone on a mountain retreat with some of his cop buddies, for some training camp of sorts where the phone reception was shit. And what were the odds? He’d be gone for a week. You can only hope that your assumption was wrong and the two men you’d had to deal with yesterday were just some lackies from the group and no one important. It’s not like you could do anything aside from that, and so, you continued on with your life like normal, your week was the same as they always were, and before long you had completely forgotten about the whole ordeal. You were far too busy with work to dwell on what had unfolded a week ago, you had even forgotten to call Tanjiro to ask about the heads of the group. Being in the business of customer service made situations like that happen more offen than naught, so it was truly no surprise that you had forgotten all about those two men who’d disturbed your business. And that… would be the beginning of your downfall.

Just as a sense of normalcy for you was being reached yet again, everything came crashing down on you one morning when you were getting up to get dressed for another weekend shift. You were planning on going to see Nezuko after your shift to surprise her since you hadn’t met up in a couple of weeks, it was something to look forward to so you were in an especially good mood that day. In the middle of tugging on your work pants, you were interrupted by the sound of your ringtone and being a little spunkier than usual, you went to retrieve your phone and answered it without looking at the caller ID, speaking rather chipper into the phone.

“Hello?”

For a moment, there was silence, but then you heard the sound of heavy breathing, making you wonder if you were hearing things.

“Uh… Hello? Can you hear me?”

More heavy breathing.

“… I think you’ve got the wrong number, goodbye..!” You hung up afterwards, pulling your phone away from your face to go and look back at the call log, frowning when you saw that the call was from an unknown number. You were about to tuck it into your pocket after tugging your pants on the rest of the way when your phone rang again.

Unknown.

Once again, you answered the phone, but you were a little harsher this time with your tone.

“Hello? Who is this? This isn’t funny!”

“…”

“Don’t call me again.”

Yet again, you hung up. And then it rang again, only a second after you had successfully ended the call. Quickly, you declined it. And then they called again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

End.

Again.

This was beginning to piss you off, someone must be pranking you. With a slight tick in your brow you quickly blocked the phone number and shoved your phone into your pocket, continuing with your day, your happy mood was ruined. But, you were going to continue on with your day as usual and forget about the weird game of phone tag, you pushed it to the back of your mind, and you were doing just fine until you got off work early. Since you were so work-oriented, you didn’t bother to check your phone often, and you were surprised to see a text message notification waiting for you across your lock screen as you started making your way to the bus stop so you could ride down to Nezuko’s Flower Shop. Since you didn’t have notifications previewing on, you decided to read it once you got safely to the bus stop where you took a seat on the weird metal bench underneath the bus shelter that looked more like a sculpture than a seat; it was the city’s way of making the seat as uncomfortable as possible so that the homeless wouldn’t sleep on it. They should have been focusing on more important things, but you digress. Unlocking your phone, you entered into the messaging app and opened your most recent text, having to do a double-take at the tiny words on the screen that greeted you from a number you didn’t know.

I don’t appreciate you blocking me. No worries though, I’ve got other ways of reaching you. I’m keeping my promise after all.

You reread the message a couple times, trying to understand what it meant and if it was for you. And then, your blood ran cold when those three little dots popped up, signaling that they were typing a new message. You felt anxiety swell up inside you upon seeing it and you wanted to quickly hit the home button, but it was too late, the message had already been sent, popping up and nearly making you jump out of your own skin.

I can see you read my message. Why aren’t you responding? Block me again and see what happens.

The threatening undertone of the text message had you quickly exiting out of the app, right as the bus had pulled up and opened its doors. Hurriedly, you stood up and climbed onto the bus, ignoring the incoming swarm of texts as you scanned your bus pass and went to take a seat in the back. Rosa Parks wouldn’t have approved but you were far too stunned to think about her right now.

After getting situated, you turned your phone to look at your lock screen again, only to audibly gasp at the amount of text message notifications you’d gotten in the span of less than three minutes. Whoever was messaging you was demanding your attention, wanting you to respond back to them since you’ve read their messages. Who was this? What did they want? With a sense of frustration and bewilderment, you opened the messaging app again and answered one of the many texts they’d sent you.

Who is this? Do I know you? What do you want???

Milliseconds later, you saw your message was read and then those three little dots popped up yet again. With a mingle of many different emotions, mostly anxiety, you waited for them to answer.

They had to have the wrong number. Who could be messaging you like thi—

Woooooooooooow.

How could you forget about me, Y/N? Especially after all the effort I’ve put into learning about you.

As soon as you read that, you blocked the number, though you subconsciously knew that that wouldn’t stop whoever from continuing to find a way to contact you. That, however, didn’t stop you from turning off your phone and avoiding the problem all together, eager to get to Nezuko’s Flower Shop and find some comfort in her calm yet cheery personality.

That afternoon, you finally made it there, and were immediately greeted by open arms and bright eyes, eager to talk to you about anything and everything while the two of you shared a pot of tea she had just freshly steeped. Her presence always seemed to calm you, no matter what situation you were in, you were always grateful that you had met her back in school, the two of you had been close ever since. In an attempt to forget the strange messages, you didn’t bother to bring them up to Nezuko and instead, the two of you discussed other things, such as your work, hobbies, and the new shipment of sunflowers that Nezuko had gotten from the cute farmer boy Zenitsu.

It was a nice change of pace from working all the time, spending some time with Nezuko and having your friendly talks, the two of you teasing each other about romance and whatnot. With ease, the deeper you sunk into your happy conversation and with every new mug of tea poured, you were shoving this new development further and further away from the main track of your mind. And for good reason. What were you supposed to do in a situation like this?

…

Texts. Calls. Voicemails. Hundreds upon hundreds a day. You were drowning in the paranoia that was beginning to eat away at your sanity. How many days has it been since this started? When was it ever going to end? After that evening you had departed from Nezuko’s flower shop after rejecting her attempts to drive you home, you had made the mistake of turning your phone back on and immediately regretted doing so when you saw the new rush of missing calls and messages.

You look pretty today. You should wear those jeans more often. See image attachment.

Who are you dressing up for like that? Wish I could suck on those soft looking thighs. Bet that fat pussy of yours tastes just like honeysuckle.

Do you like jewelry? I saw this and thought of you. Want me to buy it for you? See image attachment.

Thinking about you and that smart mouth of yours wrapped around my cock. Are you a spitter or a swallower? Think it’d be hot either way. Bet you slobber too, don’t you?

I was thinking about you today. I remembered the way you smelled and that’s all I can think about. What kind of shampoo do you use?

The messages you got were a constant rollercoaster, going back and forth, it was almost like they had two distinct personalities. It was unnerving.

The voicemails mirrored the strangeness. Heavy breathing. Groaning. Grunting. Whispered curses. Suspicious clapping. You were starting to think you were going to get gray hair after dealing with this shit for so long, even though in reality it was only a week.

No matter how many numbers you’ve blocked, the messages continue without pause. The threats that came with you blocking the numbers had stopped all together because, at the end of the day, they still managed to call, and text you from an entirely new number, each and every time.

You could have gone to the police, you should have, but what were you supposed to do? As long as the messages don’t escalate, you should be fine.. Right?That’s what you keep telling yourself at least, no matter how unsafe you feel, even in your own home, even when you go back and forth from work to home. Things could be worse, you remind yourself as you head to work again for the umpteenth time, ignoring the newest spam of messages that were no doubt going to try and ruin your morning. Ever since you started receiving the unwanted attention you’ve been extra vigilant with every move you made, but you weren’t going to let the weirdness impact you too much, you kept your work schedule and your already struggling social life underwraps— all while ignoring whatever was sent on your phone unless it was from someone you knew. You hadn’t told anyone about this, not even Nezuko, you didn’t want to worry her. And perhaps you should have told Tanjiro because of his occupation, but you didn’t want to make either of them become worried on your behalf, they both had a tendency to be rather protective over you, which you appreciated, but sometimes they babied you and that was annoying.

As you began to walk to work, you started to reminisce about your High School days. You’d just moved to Musutafu from your hometown, it was… an adjustment, improving your Japanese and becoming better adapted to a new culture. You were different. You stood out. Sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way, but mostly in an uncomfortable way. People were mean, especially teenagers, you hadn’t realized just how ruthless and abusive they could be, teachers brushed it all off and swept it under the rug. No wonder why the death rates were so high. After a month of being at your High School you were convinced that there were no more good people in the world, that was until Nezuko had appeared, she was the new girl after you and people flocked to her like moths to a flame. You did feel a bit jealous at first, but then, unexpectedly she had approached you with a look of awe— something you were used to as people looked at you like some kind of animal at a zoo, but there was something about her gaze and her shy smile that you couldn’t look away from. The soft spoken girl with unnaturally pink eyes introduced herself to you and asked to be friends, while also eagerly asking you things about yourself. The two of you had hit it off with surprising ease and Nezuko was your first real friend since moving there. You had become inseparable, and with that, it wasn’t a surprise when you had ended up meeting her older brother, Tanjiro, who quickly took you under his wing as yet another younger sibling. Having the two of them as your friends has been quite a blessing.

As you approach the front door of the restaurant, you pull out your keys and unlock the doors, sighing as you step inside and begin to set the place up, waiting for the others to come in for the little-later-in-the-morning shift. Who the fuck wants wings and beer at 9am anyways? You didn’t open your franchise until 11:30 am. You began to wipe off the tables and leathered seats, simply for sanitary reasons, and went back to your nostalgic daydreams.

Being best friends with the steadily-growing popular new girl wasn’t always gumdrops and rainbows. Absolutely not, especially with you looking the way you did. Not only were you drastically different from others in this country based on skintone alone, you were also bigger than most, especially in this country, making you a prime target for bullying. Nezuko hadn’t always been around when girls in your class would come to pick fights with you or try and belittle your character, and Tanjiro was an entire class above you so he definitely couldn’t be around all the time either. You didn’t have a problem with defending yourself when proven necessary but that didn’t stop people from pushing you or shoving you a little too roughly into doors or walls or into the corners of desks.

You stopped daydreaming for a moment when you heard the bell at the front ring which meant someone had entered, looking up from the spot on the table you’d been buffing for the last five minutes, you smiled at the sight of Pony and gave her a quick greeting, which she returned with a smile and went right to work. Moving away from the table you’d buffed to perfection, you moved to another table and dove back into your memories.

A quiet chuckle escaped you when you remembered what happened when Nezuko had invited you over to her home to study, and when you were heading up the stairs to her room her eyes just happened to see the bruise on your thigh that your school uniform skirt failed to cover. As soon as the two of you were in the privacy of her bedroom, she began to ask you questions. They were simple questions, but somehow she ended up pulling the truth out of you and you spilled everything to her, telling her about the snarky bitches that were always coming up to you behind her back to bully you, which resulted in bruises like the one she had seen. You weren’t 100% sure what happened once you’d told everything to her since all she did was hug you and change the subject but after that, she was always by your side, even more than before, plus, you saw a lot more of Tanjiro. It had gotten to the point where neither of them would even let you walk anywhere off and on campus without either of them by your side. You wouldn’t want to imagine what would happen if you told them you had a stalker now. Sure, they were both grown ass adults with careers but you never underestimated their protection skills, you were an unofficial yet official member of the family after all.

By the time you’d finished your reflection, you were back in a decent enough mood to work with a small smile on your face, acting as the hardened backbone for your girls as the day went on. You couldn’t have asked for a happier life, even with this creep situation you’ve been put in, but you wouldn’t let it take control of your life. As far as you could tell, it was probably harmless (but still perverted), it was just someone hiding behind a screen and sending you vulgar messages, with the occasional dick pic here and there, or… pictures of you walking home at night or leaving Nezuko’s flower shop or pictures of expensive jewelry in a jewelry store. You’ve seen shows about stalker cases like this in fictional crime shows, the police don’t do anything until the person being stalked gets their home broken into or if the stalker gets up close and personal or if— the stalker kidnaps them. You shudder at the thought and quickly shake your head, remembering where you were at at the moment. It was a little later in the evening but you were still at work, you had plenty of things to busy yourself with and distract yourself from the impending danger. And so, that’s what you did, you buried yourself in your work like you usually did whenever you needed to dissociate. It worked most of the time, even now.

But, in doing so, that meant that time sped up a little faster for you, and you were forced to face the music after running on auto-pilot all day. You don’t even remember cleaning the tables and saying goodbye to everyone, when you finally came to, you were back where you started, only this time you were locking up and the sky was dark, not bright like it was when you first got here. It was time to walk home, again. Which meant you had to speed walk all the way back to your place while simultaneously looking over your shoulder, searching for something out of place or to see if anyone was following you.

Only when you got into the comfort of your own home did you let out a breath you’d been holding, haphazardly kicking off your shoes near the front door and peeling off your jacket to toss it into the hallway closet. After putting on your slippers, you decided to do your usual nightly routine, but instead of your usual shower you figured a bath wouldn’t be too bad. And so, you slipped into your bedroom and exhaled, enjoying the familiar smells that filled your nostrils, flipping on the light switch to watch as your bedroom was flooded with light. That’s when you saw it.

You sprinted out of your room and went into the kitchen, grabbing the biggest knife you had out of your kitchen as your weapon of choice. The adrenaline pumping through your veins, mingling with paranoia was making your entire body tremble but you had to confront the situation. You had to call someone. You were freaking out at this point and didn’t know if you'd be able to move an inch from where you were. Yanking your phone from your pants pocket, still holding the knife with your other hand, you backed up into a corner of the kitchen where you wouldn’t be blindsided and unlocked your phone. You nearly vomited on the floor when you saw the recent messages.

You should really get your locks changed, there’s a lot of crazy people out there, doll. I just want you to be safe. Did you like the present I got you? I think it compliments your skin pretty well. And use the money to buy yourself a car, I’m tired of seeing you walk around without any protection. Make sure it’s a white plate, none of those yellow plate shit cars

Your hold on your phone tightened and you looked up quickly towards the hallway where your bedroom door was, your door left ajar. What money? After turning the lights on the only thing you saw was a big, black velvet box in the middle of your bed, nothing else. What kind of stalker leaves money???

Switching out of the messaging app, you quickly chose Nezuko’s contact and started a facetime call with her. After a couple of rings and some silent prayers from you, she picked up the phone. In normal circumstances, you would have laughed at how ridiculous she looked with her panda-themed face mask on but right now you had no time to think of such trivial things.

“Y/N? You don’t usually facetime me, what’s up?”

“Nezu,” you began, instinctively whispering to her out of fear that your stalker was still in your home. “I think someone’s in my house and I don’t know what to do.”

There was a pause on her end as she stared at you in silence for a moment, trying to see if you were joking or not but then she got up and moved. “What do you mean? Are you still inside? Why aren’t you calling the police? I’m gonna tell Tanjiro to go to your place right now!” She had dropped her voice down to match your volume level while hurriedly walking around her shared home. You looked away from your phone to glance around your home as well to see if you’d see something you weren’t supposed to, and when you saw nothing you decided to speak up again, finally making the decision to tell her what’s been going on lately. “I-.. I’ve been dealing with a stalker who’s been sending me weird messages and calling me every day and sometimes they send me pictures of me doing things like watching home and going to work and-“

“Wait a goddamn motherfucking minute—“ Nezuko suddenly said, using all of the English curse words you’d taught her without even a lick of an accent. “You have a stalker and you didn’t tell anyone?? What the actual flying fuck, Y/N? I’m coming right now. Stay where you are and don’t hang up the phone. I’m gonna put myself on mute for a second so I can talk to Tanjiro but I’m still watching you, alright?” She said, muting her end of the facetime so she could hurry around her house. You watched as she moved around with purpose from a weird angle of her holding the phone so that it was pointed underneath her chin. She would occasionally glance down to make sure you were still there but eventually she came across Tanjiro, currently going over a case from work. You looked away from your phone screen for a moment to keep a lookout for any movement in your apartment or listen for anything suspicious. So far, there was nothing, it looked like it was just you here, but you weren’t stupid, you weren’t going to go and investigate by yourself. The best thing would be to wait for Nezuko and Tanjiro, even if you were halfway there to biting your nails clean off from sheer anxiety alone.

Just as she promised, the two of them had quickly shown up to your place and Nezuko remained on the phone with you the whole time. As soon as you saw that she and Tanjiro were literally right outside you hurried to the door, unlocked it, and yanked it open, letting the two of them come inside. Tanjiro came in first and silently motioned for the two of you to remain near the front door after it was closed and locked. He was currently in his pajamas since he’d rushed over here as soon as Nezuko told him of the situation and he drew his gun, holding it safely in front of him with the barrel facing downwards. Similar to what you’d seen on countless TV shows with police officers going into homes for raids, he began to stealthily check your apartment out, making sure that no one was lurking in any corners or was hidden somewhere in the dark. While he had disappeared down the hall to check out your bedroom and bathroom, Nezuko placed a hand onto the small of your back and rubbed a comforting circle there, hoping to ease your nerves even while you remained clutching the knife. The two of you waited there for what felt like hours in suspense, not hearing a thing, not even the sound of Tanjiro’s footsteps.

Perhaps you were on edge, rightfully so, but when he came back around the corner you couldn’t help but to bring the knife upwards, a little closer to you in case you needed to protect yourself. But, upon seeing it was just the personification of sunshine himself, you sighed, lowering the knife as he approached with an apologetic smile. “Sorry about that, Y/N-chan, didn’t mean to scare you. I was coming back to tell you that no one’s here but I did grab the things off the bed.” He held up a gloved hand that was currently holding the box you saw earlier, along with a bright red envelope. “Are these the things that spooked you?” Seeing that there was no immediate danger, you lowered the knife completely to your side before nodding your head. The older man frowned at that, seeing how shaken you had become and nodded his head, speaking up again. “Let’s pack up some things for you and then go back to the house, I wanna hear more about this ‘stalker’ you’ve been dealing with lately.”

…

As much as you hated the idea of being babied by your two long time friends, you didn’t seem to mind all that much right now, currently sitting in between the duo of concerned siblings. Just as Tanjiro had proposed, you had decided to come completely clean to the two of them about the recent issues you’ve been having to deal with. It was awkward for you, showing them the vulgar messages and letting them listen to the nasty voicemails you had been sent over the span of a week. Tanjiro seemed especially disturbed by the things he was reading, wishing you had told him about this in the very beginning considering he was a police officer after all, and also saw himself as your older brother. Once you had shown them everything on your phone, Tanjiro put the ‘gifts’ down onto the coffee table where the three of you had been sitting on the floor in front of the living room couch. He still wore a set of black latex gloves, popping open the velvet box with caution to see what was inside. And then, almost with inappropriate comedic timing, the three of you gasped at the same time upon seeing the snowflake-cut citrine pendant with gold around it, a solid gold chain to match, sitting prettily in the case. You could only imagine how much it must have cost, which begged the question of how much money was in the envelope? It seemed that your brunet friend was asking the same question with the way he picked up the envelope to slowly peel it open after setting the velvety box down. And once it was open, he pinched the sides of it and pushed them inwards, causing the envelope to pop open in an oval shape, revealing the thick stack of yen that was more than you’d ever seen in your life. Silently, the three of you stared at the things in front of you, not daring to move or say a word. Tanjiro had seen his share of stalker cases but nothing like this.

That was an hour ago.

A few minutes after your group discovery, Tanjiro left the house to take the necklace and envelope of money down to the police station for processing, hoping that prints could be pulled. He told you and Nezuko to stay inside while he was gone and make sure that everything was locked, which neither of you hesitated to check. Once you were safely inside of their home, or as safely as you could be, Nezuko took you to her room where it was decided you’d share a bed for the time being. But for now, you couldn’t sleep, and neither could she. How could you? You were still shaken up about the whole ordeal. Someone had let themselves into your home, invaded your privacy, and was keeping tabs on you like you were their property. It was unsettling beyond belief and you were truly unsure of whether or not you’d be able to sleep a wink after this. However, you spoke too soon, it seemed that the adrenaline pumping its way through your blood had dissipated completely and you were beginning to crash from working so hard all day. Has Nezuko’s bed always been this comfortable? Before you knew it, you were drifting off into a deep sleep and watching the back of your eyelids, Nezuko soon followed after.

Your phone, placed on top of the dresser on the side of the room pushed up against the wall near the bedroom door lit up the darkened ceiling, displaying a message that you wouldn’t be able to miss the minute you woke up and checked it.

You really shouldn’t have gone to the cops, piggy. It’s not like they’re gonna do anything for you anyways. And going to your lil’ friend’s house ain’t gonna help you either. I know everywhere you go, everywhere you sleep. You can’t run away from me.

NEXT

-> TAGLIST: @simpforerensattackontitan , @mehhhho3o , @onlyk4is , @winterlovessanemi

-> AUTHOR SPEAKS: y’know it’s serious if sweet lil’ baby nezuko starts cursin’… anywho, who do you guys think is sending the messages and gifts? hehehehe i bet y’all already know but you can’t tell who is who. gimme your best guesses!

Kyojuro if he would have survived

kacchan kakkoii !!!

(re)starting over again | kth; masterlist

plot | Your four-year relationship with Taehyung was going well and strong. Until he was involved in a car accident, resulting to him losing some memories. By some, it means everything that happened five years ago. Things he remember? His friends, his bakeshop, and his ex girlfriend from the past. With that, you tried to keep up, restarting over again.

genres | fluff, angst, amnesia au

pairing | baker!taehyung x nurse!reader

warnings | mentioned in every chapter

 main masterlist  | spotify playlist

CHAPTER ONE 

CHAPTER TWO 

CHAPTER THREE 

CHAPTER FOUR 

CHAPTER FIVE 

CHAPTER SIX 

CHAPTER SIX POINT FIVE 

CHAPTER SEVEN  

CHAPTER EIGHT 

CHAPTER NINE 

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN POINT FIVE

SPECIAL CHAPTER

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

[more chapters soon]

DRABBLES  | Scenarios that did not made it to the final cuts of the chapters.

tea time - As you and Taehyung both struggle to find sleep almost two weeks after the accident, you simply offer him a cup of tea.

can i? -  The first time you had a nightmare after the accident, you ended up in front of Taehyung’s door.

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PERMANENT TAGLIST

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