#I'M GUNNA STAB HIM THROUGH THE FACE

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What would 'Shot Day' be like on the Polar Tang? 🤔 Being trapped in an enclosed space underneath the sea, with a doctor who has the power to teleport you or himself, and without knowing when.

I have no doubts that there will be crewmates who are afraid of needles, *cough* shachi and penguin *cough*. And with a doctor like Law thats gonna be a scary day 😆

Hi pumpkin !! I hope youre having a great day so far 🤭🤭💖💖💖

Mm I absolutely love this ask - picture this ! 😈

"I need you to stay with Shachi tonight."

Looking up at Law, you rose an eyebrow and pursed your lips to the side in confusion before asking,

"Did I do something wrong?"

Law rolls his eyes and leans down to press an annoyed, chaste kiss to the top of you head. "No, stupid," he murmurs before pulling away, giving you a pointed stare as he continues,

"It's vaccination day."

Your eyes immediately light up and you cackle slightly, throwing Law a wide grin before nodding a few times before going back to your crossword.

"Oh yeah, that's not a problem. I'm sure he'll be happy to have the company," you reply, throwing your Captain one last grin as he leans down to steal another quick kiss, lips just brushing before he pulls away and stalks off, his head held a little higher.

This would work.

This would work.

The plan was set.

Warm cuddles and gentle kisses had lulled Shachi into a false sense of security, his arms wrapped lazily around your waist. One of your hands dances over his naked back, your face pressed into the space of his neck as your lips peppered soft kisses to his skin.

"Not that I don't love this," Shachi started, his voice low and curious as he asked, "But usually during the week you stay with the boss."

You froze in his grasp and decided to give a slight shrug, your own voice low and tired as you murmured,

"Can't I cuddle with my other man, too?"

Shachi cooed softly at your response, hugging you tight for a moment before curling around you a little more.

"Of course you can. Sorry, babe."

You gave a cheeky giggle and nipped at his throat before wrapping yourself around him tightly, pulling a slightly choked sound from him.

"Ah - babe, that's a little-"

Shachi froze as a sudden flash of blue hue sparked around you two, his entire frame freezing in your grasp as he rasped out,

"It's fuckin' needle day, isn't it?!"

You held tighter as Law suddenly appeared, a heavy hand gripping Shachis upper arm as his other hand stabbed a needle into his flesh, ignore the high-pitched shriek that his best friend gave as the vaccine pooled into him.

Law was gone as quickly as he came, the blue haze lifting as the Captain disappeared with his Room. You were almost 100% sure you were deaf in your left ear, Shachi's shriek still ringing in your head as he pathetically half-sobbed into your hair.

"You traitor!" He whined with a sad moan, his one arm feeling numb and warm as the vaccine traveled through his system.

"Unfortunately, it's gotta happen! Last thing we want is to lose you because of some silly virus."

Shachi sniffled and whined, still holding onto you like a child would a stuffed animal. You pinched his side lovingly as you pulled back to look up at him.

"Right?"

He sniffled again and gave a slow snod, frowning down at you.

"You're so cruel, babe," he moaned out after a moment, bending his head down to kiss you. You laughed and kissed him back, your hand dancing over his back in a soothing manner once more.

"Ah, but you still love me," you replied gently against his lips, entirely glad he wasn't actually upset with you.

"It's okay, Penguin gets his tomorrow since he's on watch tonight. We both know how fun that's gunna be,"

Shachi snickered at your words, a wicked grin on his lips as he replied,

"He's not as easy to grab, ya know. You can't just cuddle up to him and go, 'oh, can't I just spend time with my other other man?' That's not gunna work on him."

You were both laughing at that, his mimicry of you pulling tears to your eyes from laughing so hard. "I do not sound like that! And I know, I have a different plan for him."

He rose an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to continue. When you didn't, he bent down and nipped at your bottom lip.

"Well?"

You laughed and settled back into his arms, pressing a few kisses to his chest before replying,

"Oh, I'm not stupid enough to tell you."

IT WOULD BE FUNNY. I agree 110% that both Shachi and Peng are TERRIFIED of needles, just bc it would be hilarious. Hey man, needles be scary.

Should I do Pengs part next? 🤭🤭🤭💖💖💖

Thank you SO much for this ask, I love asks like this 🤭🤭💖💖💖 smooch smooch !

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Killian glares at his captor as he wipes his face with his arm then looks down at himself. He felt disgusting, the blood from his wounds all dried now on his skin and cloths. It almost made him want to vomit again if it wasn't for the nice smelling incense calming the nauseous feeling. Ocean eyes looked back up when Ed held up his drawing of him being strangled then looked around the room to take in all of the drawings and etchings of other horrible murders.

He then looked towards the door, was it worth making the attempt? No, too many obstacles between the crew and the magic ship. Plus where could he go? The Jolly Roger was in complete disrepair. Then looking down at himself he noticed that Edward hadn't bothered to take his hook away, was the man that unbothered that he didn't care to disarm him? Or maybe he wanted that thrill of him fighting back? The other really seemed to enjoy it.

The younger captain wasn't exactly sure what to do in this situation. Slowly he got up on shaky legs, using the cot to steady himself. Then he slowly made his way over to the desk where Edward was sketching, looking over the current one and many others. Then glancing to the rum bottle he snatched it to wash the metallic taste of his own blood from his mouth. Chugging a good portion he sighed and licked his lips.

"Well, what now?" Killian finally asked. "I'm surprised you didn't chain me up in the brig or tie me to the bed while I was out, didn't even bother to take my hook away..." He said and dragged the sharp tip over the edge of the desk as he took another swig of rum. "I guess stabbing doesn't really matter when you'll recover from a beating just fine... But that's not gunna stop me." He said and suddenly stabbed Edward's hand that he was drawing with right through then smashed the bottle of rum over his head. "You wanted me so bad well now I'm your fucking problem!" He shouted as he jumped over the desk to frantically stab Edward in the neck and chest with the broken bottle. What would this achieve? Most likely nothing, since neither of them could die and there was zero chance of escape. He was filled with anger and hate and he was going to lash out every chance he had.

ᒥ🦴ᒧ—        "Nice, all over m'floor, mate..." He mumbles, looking up from the journal as Killian expels blood over his messy quarters floor. "Actually, I think it adds to the seedy, dark aesthetic, so thanks for that." Indeed, the room was quite dark. Windows were blocked out by drawings of violent, gory scenes from beheadings to hanging men being lashed. The Kraken doesn't sleep, he spends hours drawing these terrible things. All the drawings where hung around the room, even etched into the wood. The only light in the room was from dim candles. Surprisingly, there's pleasant floral smell in the room from incense.

Edward doesn't move from his spot, he simply looks back down at his journal. "Think I got ya good side?" He turns it to the other, showing a charcoal drawing of a black, scribbled figure atop Killian, strangling him like Edward had attempted before. "Couldn't really capture the neck snap, but this'll do 'm thinkin'." In fact, in many of the drawings around the room was the same blackened, scribbled figure. They were all the Kraken, capturing his brutal acts in charcoal to look upon after the fact.

The man, if he could even be considered one, was clearly insane. He didn't seem bothered by it, however, he was just relaxing as though this was any friendly, chance meeting. "Fuck me, yah, yah, I know, man. Got anythin' more hateful ta say than just 'Fuck you'? Ya were pretty creative earlier, or ya not a mornin' person? Gotta give ya more time ta wake up, huh?" He snorts, turning his journal around to continue finishing up the drawing.

[dieamonster]

“i am not a man often bent on revenge, but...”

“i think it’s time i lower the octopus population around here.”

[mitsuyascumsock]

Would it be okay to request yandere Mikey with knifeplay for a gender neutral reader? Fem is also okay (◕ᴗ◕✿)

NOW THIS IS WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT WOOOO I love this so much

Can you feel it?

Yandere!Mikey x GN!Reader

Content warning: knife play, yandere, blood, manipulation, degradation, referenced murder, mentions of suicide and self harm, gore, described assult

"You know, cutie, I hate it when you let my friends flirt with you!" Mikey smiled at you, grey eyes as empty as the box of snacks he keeps in his room. His whole persona radiated coldness in that moment. "Especially Ken. So you know what you're gunna do for me, cutie?" He hummed, grabbing your wrists with one hand so you couldn't escape. "You're gunna be a good little whore and stay completely still. Prove that you can still follow my orders. Got it?" He stared at you until you nodded for him, earning a hum from the man you thought was a friend.

"You're mine, (Y/n). I don't care who I need to get rid of, you need to learn what happens when you disobey." He let out a small laugh at his own words, pulling out a retractable blade from his pocket to press against your cheek. He just adored the way you whimpered as small droplets of crimson painted your face. "You're lucky this isn't the same knife from earlier, cutie! I wouldn't wanna taint you like that!" He slowly moved the tip down to your neck, cooing ever so softly at your worried expression. "It's okay, he didn't stand a chance anyways. Draken is with Emma now."

"h..huh?" Was all you could say, too scared to even attempt to freak out at him. The knife dropped to your lower ribs, tip lightly pointed against the center. "It's kinda funny, you know." He hummed, dragging it right down to your bellybutton. "He had a lot of guts for even trying to touch you, so I decided to take them out." His smile only grew, completely undisturbed by his own words.

That's when he did it. He grabbed onto your hands and began slicing into your wrists and firearms until blood covered your skin. His knife then moved back up to your neck, stabbing through your vocal chords with expert precision. "Now look what you did, babe! I never knew you were suicidal." He let a small laugh, licking the blood off of the knife. "Come on now, I'll carry you to the hospital! I won't leave your side until you're completely healed up again!"

I'm not sure if this is what you wanted from this fic, but I saw the word yandere and I just ran with it-

Pm me if you wanted something else, I'll fix it up for you! <3