elysian-hell

[elysian-hell]

hey idk if it has been asked before but can we except a small oneshot type thingie with all the yanderes? as i just stalked your page so sorry for that but i think the story is still laying the base? so anything like this in future?

My game plan currently is to do a post for each individual character and then several one shots with all of them. If there's enough traction and or asks I might make it into a small fic? I'm still thinking about it. By all means stalk away, lol!

[elysian-hell]

Heir of Deception:

Rich! Yanderes x Tabloid Writer! Reader TLDR: Bitches be crazy and unfortunately you're a fish in a barrel. You write a letter to your contact telling her that you need out(and why) with hopes it's well received or received at all... >>>TW: allusions to obsessive behavior.

Dear June, 

I know you’re just my contact but I don’t know who else to write a letter to. I’ve been disconnected from all contact with the outside world-- I actually don’t know if I'll manage to get this letter out or if it’ll be intercepted. I know you stuck your neck out for me and sponsored me to do this whole investigation but I think I’m in way over my head. These college students are absolute freaks and I’m not cut out for undercover work. I need to get out. I’m afraid of the upcoming Summer break. I think if I don’t get out before then… I’m not sure how easy it will be for me to get back at all. 

These were the people we were supposed to get the greatest payoff on and now they’ve become the people I’m most concerned about. I should have never let myself get close or… attached, I guess. At some point I dropped the disguise and now it’s like I can’t put up a front anymore. They suspect I’m not who I say I am, but I don’t know what they want from me. If you are willing to send help. If you can send help. This is what’s happening:

Arthur Bradford, third in line of the Bradford family fortune. He started off as my tutor to help catch me up to pace in exchange to scrub a detention from his record. He is the most prideful and self absorbed person I’ve ever met. He berated me and scolded me constantly and at some point I snapped and started to give it right back to him. We had a back and forth going but somewhere along the way it became a tango of sorts. Arthur became more real, more open. I was able to scrape beyond the surface but I didn’t realize that in turn it left me vulnerable too. 

Something tells me that he caught on to the fact that I’m not really an heiress but he keeps going along with this ruse, this “tutoring." He’ll take up as many hours of my day as he can before I up and leave. His lessons will go beyond the curriculum to the point where I don’t even understand his goal. Something about this is important to him because if I miss a session? He will go into an absolute rage. Although, Arthur is also a great source of gossip on the other students but the more he shared the more wary I became. He acts like I should be able to trust him, hell… like he’s the only person I can trust, but the way my hair goes on edge with him sometimes. I can feel that something isn’t right. 

“Y/n, you’re so naive. I really hope that doesn’t come back to bite you. You’re lucky to have me.”

Clayton Bass, the only child to an oil tycoon family. He was used to rough and tumble American sports like football so these rich kid activities were an adjustment. He and I were two of the handful of students that signed up for archery (he had actually signed up for everything). There was practically a tail wagging behind him when he saw me enter the green with my bow. He recalled me as the Queen of Detention when we first met and quickly decided that the both of us should train together in this time. While I struggled to build the arm strength to keep my aim steady, Clay was all brawn and no agility. That’s what he asked me to call him, Clay. 

Soon I was invited to game after game and practice after practice. Sometimes I would politely decline or just not show up but Clay would always seek me out and persuade me to come with. If he saw me on the green he would just drape himself on me or hug me from behind, startling me mid-conversation. Clay would pick me up and spin me around, elated every time he saw me. I was becoming an immovable post in his day to day. It scared me though, knowing he can just physically overpower me like that.

“Where d’ya think you’re goin’? You aren’t leaving right? I need my lucky charm tonight.”

Hendrix Arison was not at all like I gathered from the articles. On the surface sure, but underneath was someone who was depressed and exhausted beyond his years. All of the indulgences were to try to fill some kind of void. The only way I could get close enough was to have a fling. We agreed there were no strings attached and met at his dorm after curfew. Sometimes afterwards he would sit there and hum tunes to songs I’d never heard of before, after a few times I started to add a harmony or beat. When I asked him what it was he almost looked ashamed. They were works in progress that his label would never let him release. Hen stopped humming after that, but I had it stuck in my head to the point where I asked him to record a demo just for me. He just stared at me with a look that I couldn’t quite pin and pulled me in close, only agreeing once I couldn’t see his face. 

When I realized that he was fast approaching being a washed out celebrity I decided to stop pursuing him. I suggested that we end our situationship and he was weirdly against it, offended almost. When I pressed he would scoff and say that he had a whole slew of back ups, but asked if we could still be friends. I agreed but… he was almost always around. It was like he was expecting me to beg him to come back, to stop playing hard to get. I think he’s losing sleep over it. Each day the under eye circles get darker and he gets a little more impatient. 

“Why are you with him? Are you serious? Jealous?! I’ve never been jealous in my life.”

Brayden DuMont was the heir to his parent’s first generation wealth tech industry. To tell you the truth? He is actually a genius. This guy knows machinery better than anyone I’ve ever met in my life. I truly thought he only tolerated my presence. We shared a math class where he and I would always sit next to each other for. Never even exchanged more than a hello here and there. I would try to compliment his work, even if it was never for the class. It was usually some sort of side project. Blue prints or something to tinker with. Nothing I could ever make heads or tails of but impressive nonetheless. After a while he would look over at my paper and tap some wrong answers and mumble corrections aloud. 

He was never around but there were always little improvements made in my life left behind. The only reason I knew it was him was because he would leave behind a sticky note the same color as he used in his journals. A new lock on my door for extra security. A headlight on my bike which I didn’t know he knew I had or used? And most recently a cute little robot to keep me company. I don’t really know what he does, he usually just wheels around my room chirping every so often. I’m not sure why he’s doing all of this for me. I feel like I’m losing my autonomy piece by piece-- this is sweet, but not helping. 

“All I need is you beside me, and you can’t even do that? Of course, I need you. Isn’t that obvious?”

Haruki Sato is probably the most dangerous on paper having family ties with the yakuza. You’d never know it by talking to him though. Haru was the first to offer me a tour of the campus when I arrived. We gravitated towards each other ever since. He was easy to talk to and the most grounded out of anyone else here. If he caught me looking stressed he would take me to the diner in town. Once or twice he’s found me crying even and he just sat down next to me and let me let it out. As much as he’s the one I understand the best, I also have a hard time pinning any motivation on him either. Sometimes our conversations were a dance where either one of us was trying to back the other into a hole. Luckily, I almost always got out of that situation in a draw. He knows there’s something up with me, but I try my best not to sweat it. 

He seemed to disapprove of my relationships with the other students, like he could see something I couldn’t. As time went on I was able to see outside that blinding charm to see how the other people would avoid his gaze or hurry around the corner once they caught him. Even more strangely, they started to do that to me too. When I finally cornered a smaller fish that I was close to getting a story on he nearly shook as he looked all around for something. All I was able to get out of him was Haru’s name before he sprinted away full speed. Far off in the distance was Haruki smiling, he took his hand out of his pocket and waved at me as if nothing alarming happened at all. 

“Let me handle this. I don’t want your pretty little hands getting dirty.”

Liam Pendelsen was the most normal rich person I had met at this deranged college. We talked about favorite books, tv shows, and games. We got food together. Sometimes we would lay on his bed and just shoot the shit until past curfew. Once I actually fell asleep in his dorm and had to rush back to the women’s dormitory before I was caught. He was nice enough to loan me one of his hoodies to fight off the early morning chill. It felt natural with him. He told me about his situation about his family and I started to feel guilty that I was lying to him this whole time. I decided that he had enough to worry about and my spilling his secrets wasn’t going to be one of them. I withdrew and thought that he’d fall into step with his other friends and I would just fade into obscurity. 

I was so wrong. I ate breakfast earlier to avoid him, he would find me to ask where I was. I would try and fill my time with other people... and Liam would just show up and join in like he was invited in the first place. I put a stop to our evening hang out sessions. Liam climbed the tree outside my window and let himself in to my room and waited until I got back. What's even more surprising? He was pretty pissy if I strolled back in late. As if the only person I should be out with at that hour was him. If I pushed too hard to pump the breaks on our friendship he would grab a hold of me and beg me not to. To tell him why and how he could fix it. It was like trying to save him from me by leaving him alone was breaking his heart in a whole other way. 

“No, you can’t! Why are you pulling away? I’ll change, just please, don’t go.” 

Professor Lysander is the teacher I spent most time with. He is my homeroom, English teacher, and advisor. He saw how I struggled to keep up and fit in and advised I start tutoring with Arthur. I think knowing he isn’t part of all of this elitist nightmare made me feel comfortable around him to let down my guard. Lysander was only a little older than me, a year or two. Something told me he was lonely too, at least in the sense that there weren’t people around that understood what it was like. I never told him about my real identity but he felt for me anyway. I started going to his house in town on Friday evenings for dinner. I learned about his ex-wife and how he inherited his home here. 

Rarely, I would spend the night in the guest room and he was always more than willing to share the space. I feel like this house is too big for him. Sometimes he would offer me to have dinner more often or to spend the weekend to enjoy downtown for once. I felt like I was getting too integrated into the household. I was putting away leftovers and photos of him and his wife on the fridge were replaced of polaroids of him and I. There was a rock in my gut that I just couldn’t remove. 

“You always have a room here. In fact, it’s yours. Your visits are really special to me.” 

If any of them catch wind of the other's behavior it is full on catatonic. They'd bicker at the least or throw punches at their worst. I try my best to keep them apart but there's only so many hours in the day and they want all of my time. I was losing sleep over figuring out how to handle them separately or together. I feel an ulcer coming on at this rate.

I thought it couldn't get any worse until it stopped. Altogether, it came to a halt. I was able to be around more than one of them without an altercation. It was a lot eerier than I thought. They mention that they want to take a trip this summer. That there's a villa by the ocean where we could all go. It sounds innocent enough but I don't think I can keep my cover if they have access to the internet unlike here on campus. But it's bigger than that too. Something tells me that if I go with them that something bad will happen.

And I don't think they're taking no for an answer.

Please. I'm begging you. Pull me out. Give me a signal if you can. I'll keep a bag packed. Until then...

Sincerely, -Y/n

[elysian-hell]

How would each li react if we fell asleep on their shoulder?

Heir of Deception:

Pov: You fall asleep on their shoulder

Arthur: 

He would find a sense of ease in it. At first he would pretend like it was nothing at all and continue writing but eventually he would find that he couldn’t divide his attention any longer. He’ll grab your hand and bring it over to his lap to trace lines on your skin or play with your fingers. After maybe fifteen minutes he’s right there with you, eye’s closed, leaning in, fingers locked together— never quite falling asleep so he can untangle himself before you can notice. He wouldn’t want you getting any funny ideas. 

Clayton: 

Clayton would take it like a badge of honor. He’ll be the best pillow he can. He’ll slow his breathing, brush any hair that’s fallen in your face behind your ear, and hush others who are being too loud. Clay’s skin would practically vibrate with anticipation though. He wishes he could hold you closer, put his jacket around your shoulders, soak in more of your presence, but alas that would wake you up.  If it becomes too much he might pinch your side or blow air in your ear to wake you up like the little shit he is. While you’d berate him he’d have a wide grin and a faint blush, still reminiscing the thought of his fingers digging into your flesh, holding you closer, firmer, than something as delicate as you napping on his shoulder. 

Hendrix: 

You’ve fallen asleep by him before after sex so this wasn’t anything unusual. But there was a certain intimacy to it. The innocent nature of what couples do outside of the stuff between the sheets. Not that he wants to be a couple of course. His heart is just beating fast because he’s worried about you waking up. He’s seen thousands of women’s lips and the way they curl and pout but he found himself transfixed on yours as you slowly breathed in and out. He would have to do mental gymnastics not to arrive at the thought he’s been avoiding. He could have any woman and hell if he’d ever be tied down… But they aren’t you. 

Braden: 

He’ll lean his head on yours and take a moment to rest himself. He’ll shut his eyes and become lost in the smell of your shampoo and perfume, becoming so drunk on it that he lulls to a drowsy state himself. If he can manage without waking you up he might drape a blanket across both of your shoulders so he can bask in the your body heat as it intermingles with his beneath the cover. His stern expression might soften as you breathing and heart rate begins to slow and match in harmony. You might drool on his shirt but he truly doesn’t care. It’s a sign you were getting some restful deep sleep, so if anything it’s good. 

Haruki: 

Haru will hook his arm around you and run his hands through your hair, playing with it between his fingers. He’ll watch as your chest rises and falls at a slow even pace. He likes that he can finally see you with your guard down, so vulnerable. He craves to dig beneath the surface of whatever facade you’re keeping up or whatever reason you keep him at arms length. This is him taking his wins where he can and relishing it. If anyone purposefully or accidentally tries to wake you up, they’ll get a look that lets them know they’ll have the Sato family to answer to. 

Liam: 

Liam’s face will flush at first, heart fluttering at feeling the warmth where your skin touched. He might nestle his head on yours and scooch closer. He’ll graze his knuckles across your cheeks and lips delicately. After a while once you’ve entered deep sleep he might migrate your head to his lap for a more comfortable rest and slowly run his fingers through your hair running them root to tip. If you have freckles he’ll count them, if you have visible birth marks he’ll note them, any little nuance he’ll commit to memory. You’re sweet like sugar so he keeps his touches light as if you would melt from the heat of his hand. 

Lysander: 

This would most likely be while you were over at his house and he would carry you to the couch or spare bedroom and give you a throw blanket, maybe some warm socks. He won’t leave right away though. He’ll sit on the edge of the bed, maybe even lay down just a breath away, not quite crossing that line. Seeing you here in his home makes him feel warm inside. He can almost pretend that you live here with him with a sight like this. By the time you wake up he’ll be gone, just a glass of water on the night stand and the gentle rustling of him wrapping up in the kitchen and a crackly low quality vinyl of jazz off in a distant room downstairs. 

[elysian-hell]

Hi! Random thought but who would you say hangs out around Mc the most? Like who tries to spend most of there time with her?

To tell you the truth they all somewhat spend an even amount of time together with her in my mind?

Lysander probably spends the least amount of quality time since he is starting with the barrier of being their professor and you don't have a lot of time to waste on a person you don't need dirt on. That's sort of just a ticking bomb though. It's not a problem until all of a sudden it really is.

Artie is probably the most skilled at being able to carve out time in your schedule for himself because it is in the name of being your tutor (and he's such a pain in the ass to disagree with). The authority he pretends to goes beyond reason. He'll drag you into town, out of town, away from social gatherings, to his dorm, to your dorm, anywhere anytime. It's so brazen and stupid you don't always catch when he's sowing seeds of doubt in your ear.

Liam has a certain lackadaisical extroverted-ness that melds well into an effortless charm that makes it easy for him to just appear and insert himself into whatever you're doing without it being questioned or weird. The minute you start to realize that, hey! Yeah, since when was he always around? It's too late.

The others have to work for it quite a bit harder, but again it's somewhat fair because you need intel on all of these spoiled brats. So even if you don't have a lot of common ground with Brayden, Clayton, or Haruki y'all are gettin' up in each other's business one way or another.

Clayton swears you must be his good luck charm considering he hasn't lost a single thing with you around.

Brayden just appears in your dorm at times which thank god has never coincided with any quickies with Hen.

And Haruki pops up at the least convenient times. Calling your contact for this week's intel? Oh hey! Crazy seeing you here by the diner's payphone. Trying to scribble down some notes before anyone can see? What're you writing? Polaroids falling out of your satchel? Don't you know photos are contraband here? You naughty girl.

Hendrix is just stuck in a hell of his own making where he is situationship-zoned and he has not found the exit and is starting to panic. What do you mean it's just meaningless sex exactly like we agreed it would be? And I'm not the person that get's to decide to change that? If he doesn't figure himself out soon homie is going to start breaking pencils seeing you laugh a little too hard with another guy-

I'm not entirely sure I answered the question >;p

[elysian-hell]

hello!! which yandere would you say is the most dangerous? and how about the least? based on the character sheets i would assume that prof. lysander and liam are pretty harmless but you never know lol

Hmmm... I guess in my mind they are the most dangerous actually? They are the most delusional of the bunch and the most likely to go against status quo, laws, and their best interests. The others are more likely to work within the system to get what they want until they exhaust that. Arthur is more likely to use his peers and status to manipulate the situation where he can get his darling. Clayton may use brute strength but he knows his limits and how far he can go before he starts losing privileges. Hendrix already has a ruined image but part of his complex is that he is railroading his mind into believing that the reader is just another groupie he's having a good time with and he has no real attachment (which repeatedly blows up in his face because he's stupid). Brayden needs to prove himself so he will see the route to getting the reader as improving his status to achieve the power necessary to have her. Haruki feels very confident knowing he's got his men and training in his back pocket, while he might not always like the lifestyle he will use what he has to get what he needs.

Liam has no worldly attachments outside of you. You are the air he breathes and he will stick to your side like glue because that seems like the most natural response. Someone is taking you away from him? He wont worry about repercussions, he'll just break their arm if need be. You're hesitant about joining him after school? That's okay! you can talk about it at dinner. Next thing you know you wake up from a drugged sleep tied to the passenger seat in a car he's driving to god knows where.

Lysander has found a home in you and he isn't one to take that lightly. He has already killed before which makes it that much easier to do it again. He'll be the nice guy, invite you over to dinners at his house, offer you a bed for the night if you have a little to much wine, help you along with his course. He also wont hesitate to break your legs if you think about leaving where he cant get you. You see, this house of his was always too big for just him alone. If any of the students get any bright ideas well, it wouldn't be the first time someone has disappeared from campus. Don't get me wrong. They are all dangerous. Extremely. But those two? They are the loose canons that will go over that line a little quicker than the rest.

[elysian-hell]

heyy :)

i love HoD so far and i can't wait to see how the story progresses!!

But anyways i have a question (ofc u don't have to answer if it spoils the plot or if it doesn't really correlate with what you want to write in the story):

So i was reading the introduction for HoD and it said that y/n had no issues with taking jobs that involved writing about scandals and rumors that were "beneath" her parents. i was wondering does the fact that y/n takes up such sucky jobs affect her relationship with her parents? Are they disappointed in her? or are they grateful that she's taking up all the bad (?) jobs so that they don't lose their journalistic integrity?

Also, if it does cause y/n's relationship with her parents to be somewhat strained, will that be relevant to the plot in any way? like for example would it cause an opportunity for the reader to interact with a love interest (only if she chooses to reveal her actual home life, since she is pretending to be the Townsend's daughter so idk if she would, prolly not... unless? :D)

i'm super sorry if the readers parents are actually like irrelevant to the plot or something which would make this a dumb and kinda long ask lol

hope you're having an amazing day/night :)))

No wait, I love that! Its obvi not like the most important plot wise but I like that I wrote something that made you wonder. Yeah, it does create a strained relationship. They aren't disappointed but they definitely aren't happy about it. Not to mention its all mixed together with the shame of your teenage daughter taking care of them.

Y/n plays it off as a 'look who's making the big bucks doing the jobs you don't want, haha.' She loves that she can do this for her family but wishes it wasn't so uncomfortable for them. Something she's going to have to face is that because of this prowl she's been on from job to job she hasn't exactly been very forward thinking. She's wasted her prime years doing this and doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. Hell, she hasn't even thought about moving out of her parent's house since she single-mindedly fought so hard to get it back after losing it.

Yes, certain characters will understand this better than others and certain characters will be able to coax this information out of her as well. She may not tell the whole truth but she finds it hard not mixing work with pleasure this time around so she might feel like she wants to be as genuine with them as she can in the moment as long as that doesn't blow her cover. Or maybe she'll accidentally say too much..? I hope this is a good answer! Thank you so much for taking the time to ask. I love love love asks. You have an amazing day/night too!

[elysian-hell]

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

[elysian-hell]

Hi! I was wondering what Prof. Lysander’s wife was like? Was she nice? Did they get along? Just curious!

Oh! I was excited to see this question. Excuse me, while I paste together the vague thoughts and feelings I have around these characters from my mind in a weird ransom collage below. 

Professor Lysander’s wife was all around a pleasant woman! Her name was Marjorie and they shared just about a year together in all. Obviously, that’s a very short time to get to know someone and marry them but she saw what she liked and she went after it. After looking for something serious in her own social circles for longer than she would have wanted it all ended the same. A now EX boyfriend dripping in red wine from her empty glass. An EX fiancé trying to catch his boxers as she throws them off the balcony. An Ex fling staring at his keyed car and wondering, ‘gee, you think she’s mad?’ 

Lysander was just different. He was a gentleman! You’d think that all those rich blokes would have enough money to buy themselves some manners. No one made her fall harder than Lysander though. Her Andie <3. 

A handsome young thing was actually into her— after all these years on the market this was the kind of thing she had been waiting for. He didn’t cheat. He didn’t have a terrible personality. He didn’t even have any habits that she found atrocious. After one glorious summer around Europe, they eloped. Lysander even signed the prenup without any complaints. She was a tad worried about dating someone with such a drastically different financial background, but of course she would know if he were a gold digger. Now, it was death til they part! She might have done herself a solid on reading the finer print on that though. 

One of them had entered the relationship knowing the other was going to die first, and it wasn’t Marjorie. It was a tale as old as time. Poor boy meets Rich girl. Rich girl marries Poor boy. Poor boy murders Rich girl and inherits the lot. I guess some could call him a sugar baby with how she doted on him, but he was always a black widow. Marjorie wanted to support her lover as much as she could, so she offered to help him finish college! What a lovely wife. As a graduation present she bought them a house close to a very exclusive academy that he could work at if she pulled some strings. She loved to take care of him while he felt like a pet. 

Lysander had some… moments of weakness, or rather, fondness for Marjorie. She really did mean well! She just couldn’t understand what it meant to claw your way up from nothing. She always described it as some sort of pulling yourself up by your bootstraps fantasy, despite what it really was for him. Surviving. Her eyes would glaze over whenever his financial woes of his youth would come up, there was nothing for her to compare it to. She’s always had everything she’s ever wanted without having to work for it. Lysander worked and fought tooth and nail for everything he had and yet all he had to show for it was riding the coattails of his now wife.

 I’m not sure exactly how he would have done it. I’m still getting to know his character. Lysander would ensure that he was the sole inheritor first and then maybe…

She fell down the stairs? Maybe the gas stove had been left on too long while he was out. Could have been a non-suspicious heart attack she’d have after eating a meal he so lovingly prepared. But I do know she’s dead. And I do know that sometimes his conscience might get the better of him. But I’m not terribly sure how guilty he would feel at the end of the day.  When it does bother him, I imagine it tell-tale heart fashion.

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip Columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Y/n L/r (Townsend)

Personality: Witty and clever she is willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done. Growing up watching her parents dominate the news world all she’s ever wanted to do is follow in their footsteps. When they hit hard times you lost the home you grew up in, you had to cut back on everything, your mother had to sell jewelry she wanted to pass down to you. So when you were old enough you used the skills you learned from them to work for trashy tabloids. You actually made a name for yourself. You are this close to making it a career, you even bought your house back after all these years. You have spent the last several years of your life clawing your way up and you can’t stop now that you’re so close. 

Looks: Look in a mirror? 

Familial wealth: Nothing monetary. 

Yandere type: N/A

[elysian-hell]

Welcome to Hail Mary Academy: Go Black Sheep!

Here at Hail Mary we understand that discretion is of the up most importance of our students and alumni, so we do not allow smart phones or cameras of any kind on campus. This specialty detox we offer our students has proven to motivate them and offer a distraction free environment. Here students get the hands on education and structure needed to move on as a successor to their family business. All students must live on campus, the downtown area is a twenty minute bike ride or five minute bus ride (buses commonly come through on weekends, bike path is under construction until further notice). 

Amenities include: 

Private single dorms complete with en suite bathroom 

24hr Library, Fitness center, and Study centers

Spa/Rehabilitation center

Observatory

Dining hall

Lounge space

Recreation halls for clubs, gatherings, and pre-approved celebrations

Hail Mary College! Don’t fuck this up. 

(The college of second chances for degenerate rich kids who’s parents have no other viable heir and have to figure out how to whip the one they’ve got into shape. For when you don't just need an education, you need a fuckin' hail mary :D👍)

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip Columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Liam Pendelsen 

Personality: Aloof and kind of spacey Liam tends to have lukewarm feelings towards most things. Out of everyone he is the closest you’d get to a normal guy. All he has headspace for is to figure out how to not crack under the pressure. His family’s future rides on whether he can sink or swim, so obviously not a big deal at all. He often finds himself fantasizing about running away with a new identity to a country where no one would find him, but he would miss his friends and family. Just, the pressure, you know? 

Looks: Medium brown hair that has a strawberry lean to it, he has the voluminous hair you just want to run your hands through and scruffle up. His soft hazel eyes have a slight downturn to them that rounds out his face, giving him a friendly neutrality. He has the infectious smile and laugh of the boy next door. Liam is generally half in his uniform half in sweats. If he could live in athleisure clothes he would. 

Familial wealth: Each generation uses the money from the former to fund their own creations so there are many very unique businesses that have come from the Pendelsen’s and they generally have very high approval ratings of the public. 

Yandere Type: The Self-Indulgent

Liam's mind is treading water and he can't help but feel like he's drowning. And there you are every time at just the right moment to pull him up and dust him off. It'd be weird how good timing you had around him if he didn't appreciate it so much. Everything just stops for a moment and makes sense when you're around. Sometimes he wishes the two of you could just disappear together for good. Maybe that could be a long term goal? He's not sure. He'll put a pin in it. For now he just wants to rest his head in your lap as you play with his hair. As long as he can have this... everything will probably be alright.

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip Columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Haruki Sato

Personality: Haruki is the best at first impressions, he has this quality that makes you feel like the only person in the world. This was how to have self worth with class, he knows he doesn’t have to show off because he knows he’s the shit. Easy going and extroverted he’s able to mesh into whatever situation he’s found himself in. Who is he when he’s not being what others need? Well, even he might not know the answer to that. 

Looks: His hair cut always looks just on the cusp of too long that seems to frame his face well. His black hair matched his black eyes perfectly, as they both were reminiscent of ink, so black its almost blue. He tends to wear his uniform without his blazer. His tattoos that cover his arms and back just barely show through his white button down and creep just above the collar. Swirling patterns of smoke and fire wind across his skin intricately like a piece of art. 

Familial wealth: Don’t worry about it. (Yakuza/Mafia) 

Yandere Type: The Clinger 

You're a liar. Haruki sees right through you. Does he know exactly who you are or what you want? No, not even a little bit. But as someone that was raised in a world of the mafia, he knows a scam when he sees one. You're a ruse wrapped up in a cute little skirt. It's rare for him to find someone he considers on his level so this song and dance the two of you play is intoxicating. He just can't get enough of you.

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip Columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Mr. Lysander

Personality: Sweet, observant, and nurturing, he really does fit in to the profession of teaching. He didn’t grow up with any wealth so he normally finds himself feeling out of place at work. He just can’t relate to his classes. He knows what it’s like to have to do what it takes to survive and these young adults don’t have the first clue. That’s okay though, he just bikes in and out of town to live his perfect (lonely) little life here. 

Looks: Auburn hair that compliments his fair skin and freckle covered nose. His eyes however are much more of an amber that brightens in the sunlight. Young for a professor he is only a year or two older than his students. He tends to wear wire framed glasses and tweed blazers with patches on the elbows. Lysander tends to hold himself in a way that makes him look shorter than he really is, like a deer on ice. 

Familial wealth: A modest amount to live the rest of his life on, curtesy of his late wife’s inheritance. 

Yandere Type: The Protector

Being a teacher was always a dream of his as he loves the academic life, but these students of his have never known strife. What it means to claw your way through the turbulence. That is until you were in his class. You understood what it meant to have to work for what you had. He had to shelter that flame so it doesn't go out. He knows what it means to be battered and bruised and he'll be damned if that happens to his pupil. He may already be a wretched thing, but he could stop that fate for you. He could eat the darkness for you.

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip Columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Brayden DuMont

Personality: With the intensity of a vey serious person you can tell that he’s driven in the way he walks or even eats. Despite his family’s name making it to the top within a generation most turned their noses up at his nouveau riche status. He’s willing to work as hard as he can to break through those barriers because enough is never truly enough when more is to be had. If being accepted by the very best of the best isn’t a valiant effort then what is? 

Looks: Shorter black hair that just barely frees itself from the gel he’s applied to dangle in his face. His skin is mid to deep toned brown that is particularly dark beneath his eyes. Brayden wears his uniform just as intended but regularly carries a satchel covered in patches and buttons for personality and flair. 

Familial wealth: Tech billionaires that have revolutionized the industry. 

Yandere Type: The Impulsive

He saw the way you would chat up nearly everyone but him. The two of you were partners in class so he got to know you well enough, even if that's the only time you talked unprompted. Bray saw that hunger in you. That fire that burns in him to keep pushing forward, to be better, earn more, raise his status. Something similar glimmers just behind your eyes. So he shows up at your dorm just to hang, he announces that the two of you were going into town and just drags you along, he'll even just appear sometimes when you were with someone else. Despite his efforts and wealth, there are so many doors that are closed to him in this stupid world. He doesn't take being told no kindly. So when something pops up that he wants more than anything else? You can only imagine what he's willing to do to get it.

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip Columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Clayton Bass

Personality: Definitely what you would expect from a rich pretty boy jock. He fairly laid back because most mistakes can be swept under the rug in exchange for a measly few grand. He isn’t terribly concerned about responsibility and just wants to coast and enjoy the fruits of his parent’s labor. Easily excitable, this man is an extroverted dog of a man through and through. 

Looks: Often playing sports as a pastime he is on the taller side and more well defined when it comes to musculature. His blond hair is just shy of a mullet and has a light wave to it that makes it curl around the cheekbone and nape of the neck. His warm tanned skin and brown nearly black eyes reflect the warmth of the sun in color but also radiance. Be still my beating heart, this is Apollo reborn. Usually, swaps out the school’s uniform blazer for a varsity jacket (which you didn’t know was a thing but why not?)

Familial wealth: Well established across many generations, has nearly always been from oil but has branched out to some minor stock holdings and companies. 

Yandere Type: The Possessive 

Clay often times saw you wandering around campus on whatever mission you definitely looked like you were on. He'd pause before tossing the ball to his friend, his gaze would linger, his mind would drift. Eventually he'd follow you around to see what was so interesting to keep your attention. "Hey, it's the Queen of Detention!" he'd say as he draped his arms around your shoulders, startling you. He was never bored around you, which is a hard thing to accomplish for a boy that could have anything he wanted. He's never had to try for anything in his life until recently, nor has he wanted to, until you. Could he explain it? No. But what's so wrong for wanting to monopolize your time? That's what people do when they like each other. And when he wants something he gets it. So don't worry, love. For you he'll put in the effort.

[elysian-hell]

Hiii... I love your stuff so far! Could I claim ⚡️?

Anyway.. how do you think they would react to Y/n blowing their cover?? (,,>﹏<,,)

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omg thank you!! It's all kinda early in the story but I plan on doing kind of a reverse harem route and individual character tracks here and there depending on if they get asks. I will be definitely making each of their reactions to figuring it out and it could go anywhere from really bad to well y'know 🥴

I guess my answer is stay tuned?? They need time to let their inner freak out y'know? Gotta simmer a little longer.

[elysian-hell]

Rich! Yanderes x Gossip columnist! Reader

Heir of Deception (HoD)

Hendrix Arison

Personality: Naturally a charmer and a trickers, his celebrity persona kind of becomes his go to on a day to day basis. That isn’t to say that he’s ever been inclined to follow the rules, it’s just an enhanced mask that’s hard to take off after so many years. He usually gravitates towards the riskier choices in life because it takes quite a lot to shock his system anymore. He’s done enough bullshit to plaster his face on the tabloids and still it’s not quite enough. He’s trying to find that thing to make him feel again because nothing about his life feels real anymore. His joie de vivre is joie de dead. 

Looks: Black beach wave hair that hangs just past his ears. Green eyes that are typically rimmed with smudged eyeliner from the night before. For a guy on the lankier side he does have a surprising amount of muscle at the same time. A couple of piercings litter his face and ears here and there but they always seem to be ever changing and moving. He’ll wear his uniform but more often than not his tie is loose or untied and his blazer hangs off the shoulder at his elbows. 

Familial wealth: Celebrity lineage that has its roots in a monarchy. He’s distantly related to a queen somewhere along the way, if you squint. 

Yandere Type: The Delusional

You and Hendrix had a little agreement between the two of you. That is to say that any frustration you had while on campus was let out with each other. He liked having someone something to do while he was stuck here, after all. After each time you always claimed it was the last, but he knew you wanted him. You were obviously a fan, even if you pretended not to know his latest album or single. He didn't mind of course. Anything for a fan. And then it was the last time. You didn't come back at all. Maybe a hello or two in passing, but other than that it was radio silence. Of course it was just sex and he had better things to be doing but how could you just drop him like that? Something didn't add up and it left his stomach in knots.