Geto x Reader

JJK STALKER AU!/NO SHAMANS AND CURSES AU! 

[Another original au?! Please ask permission if you want to use this au! If I've copied someone please inform me!!]

[Based on the trend, 'I always feel like somebody's watching me...']

⚠️SWEARING, SUGGESTED G0R€Y THEMES, NO SMUT YALL- ⚠️

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EDIT [22/11/21] - Im changing the entire storyline considering I don't really like the depiction of it-

EDIT No.2 [22/11/21] - Completely changed!

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"When was the first time you met the serial killer-slash-stalker?" Asked the man sitting across her, his hands resting on the table in front of both of them.

Y/n was getting interviewed for an incident that happened a couple of years ago, she was surprised it was still well known. Oh, well it left a mark on everybody, especially her.

"I first met... Him five or six years ago." She said, thinking for a while and then continuing, "I met him at school, pretty cliche I know." She said with a chuckle.

"We met through our friend groups though, I had a best friend at the time his name was Gojo Satoru. He took my along to this mini school party for celebrating the end of our finals. That's when I met him." She said.

The man sitting across her nodded his head, "That's actually pretty cliche, ha!" He said, then clapped his hands once.

"If you don't mind, tell me your story. How did you find out, did he trick you, was he kind, how did you feel, things like that." The man who was interviewing her dragged on.

She nodded her head in response. 

"I was... seventeen at the time. Me and him became relatively close, we both hung around each other here and there. He was exceptionally nice to me, always helping me and staying levelheaded around me, he also saved me from a lot of bullies." She spoke.

The interviewer widened his eyes, "Did... You fall for him?" He asked whilst looking shocked.

She gulped as she slightly nodded her head.

"At the time, I didn't know how dangerous he could be." She then responded. The interviewer shook his head sympathetically, He spoke again after a good two minutes, "You... Can continue if you'd like." Y/n nodded again, in response.

"He always put space between me and him, and always made me feel happy. He helped me get through tough times. Of course so did Gojo, -my best friend if you don't remember-, but this guy... was next level shit, haha..." She said, grimacing and smiling at the same time.

The interviewer chuckled, and then nodded his head. Egging her to carry on.

"Me and him became even more close. Both of us entered each other's room, we stole snacks from each other and so on. At the time, I came in terms with my feelings, I think." She spoke again.

The interviewer smiled, "How crazy."

"Then when we turned eighteen, we both celebrated. We were partying like crazy and having the time of our lives. And I invited him again, we both had a make-out session and did not do anything more. Gojo came in and stopped us before we went into a ravage. He knew I didn't want to have... Intercourse until I was twenty. Don't ask why.-" She said, holding her hand in an 'x' position to not allow the interviewer to ask why.

The interviewer laughed, along with the audience who had come in today.

"Please continue." He said after chuckling. Y/n joked a bit more, making him laugh, which took quite the toll on him you could say.

She chuckled, "Once when I came back from school with Gojo I had this feeling of being followed. When I told Gojo he shook his head and laughed, telling me something along the lines of 'Stop being such a worrywart, no one's around.' Or something like that. I swore I could feel a presence but I disregarded it." She said, her eyes now slightly dulling as she had to continue explain.

"... Later on, when I entered home, I went straight up the stairs and into the room, my room. I greeted my parents who were both in the... Kitchen i think? Or maybe the living room." She continued.

The interviewer smirked slightly, "At least it's not like those fan-fictions were the parents are just never home." He said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood. That was after all an interviewers job!

Y/n blinked owlishly once, until she started laughing hard.

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Y/n had finally calmed down again, as she asked, "Shall I continue?" The interviewer put a hand out as if to say 'Go-ahead'.

She nodded her head in response.

"When I entered my room I locked the door, and immediately removed my clothes. I just kinda walked around naked for a while. You know that feeling you get when you walk around naked, it's like a freeing state of mind and body and soul." She said, somewhat deteriorating from the subject.

The interviewer again laughed along with the audience, few people kept mum as they understood what she was saying.

"Ehem! Continuing..." The interviewer said, while y/n raised an eyebrow with a playfully disinterested look.

"After changing into my clothes I sat on my bed and started rubbing my forehead as I got a growing headache that had been there for the longest time. Yet, in literally five minutes he came along and knocked on my door. Mind you, he still doesn't know that we kissed 'kay?" 

She paused then continued.

"I let him enter and smile at him, he smiles back. We both sit down as I start to massage my temples again, he sees that I'm in pain and immediately sits on the bed with my permission because he's a gentleman. I obviously, allowed him to sit and he did. He sat on my bed with his legs slightly spread as he asked if I could sit in between his legs. I just nodded my head and let him pull me towards him, mind you I'm still busy massaging my temples." She said.

The audience and the interviewer slightly chuckled.

"He then gave me this heavenly massage for my forehead, I was in pure ecstasy. I remember somewhere in between my mother came in and thought I was having intercourse with him, when she realised he was massaging me, she nodded her head approvingly at him only. She then said something about how she was happy there were still respectable young men out there. After she left I joked saying that she noticed him but not me." 

"Anyways, after my massage my head felt better. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as well as his favourite food, Zaru soba served on a woven bamboo tray. My mother was very traditional at the time, and she still is." 

The interviewer and audience chuckled again, y/n started to wonder why on earth nobody was talking. She figured everyone was too engrossed in her story.

"After I shooed him away, -which took some time-, I went back into my room. By then, I think the time was seven or eight. Somewhere around that time. I entered my room and laid down, that's when I realised something glistening a little too brightly."

Everybody gasped, knowing what it was.

"It was a camera. A fucking camera."

The interviewer and audience gasped, On loop there was a 'gasp', echoing repeatedly.

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✩BONUS✩

"Geto... The tape recorder is broken." Spoke y/n, her eyes glazed again.

"Oh, sorry honey. It must've broken again." He responded, a small and innocent smile on his face, leaning to kiss her forehead lovingly.

After fixing the tape recorder, he glanced at her lovingly, eerily smiling. She merely smiled back, chained up and bruised as she stayed still, sitting on the worn out couch.

"Hey. n/n, I love you." He spoke, looking her right in the eyes.

Y/n faked a smile in response, "Aw, how cute, but, you know I love you more."

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