#i see the flip side of this a lot with yandere blogs

[shadowsandshapes]

I don't know who needs to hear this But if you wanna write something that doesn't follow the popular perception of a character do it

One iteration of a character doesn't cease to exist when another is written about

You wanna ✨babygirlify✨ this villain in one fic and then have them burn down society in another? Go for it! Those ideas can coexist~

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Hi I just found your blog and I love how you wrote the characters, I was wondering would it be alright if I request yandere Boa Hancock and yandere Shanks with a female or gn marine reader please love to hear your thoughts

Blood was spilled..

Keeping guard of a section in marine head quarters to you was incredibly boring as you sighed and put your transponder snail down. Nothing interesting had happened for months and you were starting to get very bored..but at the same time everything was happening because marines had gone missing..

Marines that you specifically talk to or friends with..it was strange really but you never thought much of it and only thought they had been fired or quit..

Oh how ironic of you to think..

The sound of the waves getting louder then caught your attention as you saw something in the distance. Was that a ship? It had to be! And..were those snakes pulling the ship?? You blinked in surprise and for some reason got a strange feeling in your stomach..something didn’t feel right..

Taking out your transponder snail you called in. “This is Y/N, a ship seems to be entering at sector B over.” You said in the best no tone voice you could manage as the ship got closer and closer. You stepped back a bit, deciding to take deep breath to calm your nerves as you got a call back saying backup was on the way.

You remembered the female warlord. And empress vividly as you were once assigned to visit the island that she ran, Amazon Lilly.

And that’s when it first started..

She wanted you to join her crew....badly..

She was very persistent even though you were only there for three days. You were only there for a inspection and since you were one of the female marines who could handle it, they sent you.

Only after an hour of talking to her she seemed to..take an interest of you you could say..?

When she was fond of done she found her very possessive passionate. You didn’t even really know why she seemed to like you very much, when you first arrived you explained why you were there and at first she acted nonchalant but then the more you two talked and the more she spoke about her boy troubles with a young pirate and the more you listened, she got comfortable.

You were treated with the utmost respect at least, you wanted food? A feast for a whole family was in front of you the next minute. Weren’t feeling very safe? She herself would be by your side at all times. You barely had any privacy but all the women of the island were so enamored by their beloved empress that they were completely blind to it!

Great…

She soon had you being followed by one of her trusted warriors. You couldn’t even get some fruit without being followed for your ‘safety’ since being a empress required lots of time and work, whenever she wanted to see you she would send one of the girls to fetch you. Whether it was Marguerite, Enishida or even one of her sisters Marie gold and Sandersonia.

She would get to see her beloved Y/N one way or another.

If you even got the chance to say something before being dragged away to her tower, they would always remind you that if the lovely empress summons her yourself then it must urgent and she would even come over to get you herself if it was necessary..

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The uneasiness in your stomach soon didn’t even falter a little as you nervously waited for backup while the female devil fruit users’s ship came closer and closer.

Soon it was almost right in front of you as the anchor soon fell.

Dread soon washed over you as you could hear the woman’s heels step to her deck and to the direction in front of you.

She was currently not looking at you and speaking to her subordinates in a stern manner.

“If I recall correctly, you said she would currently be at this specific position of marine headquarters!!” She Saïd rather loudly while flipping her hair.

The ladies she was with which you know as Sandersonia, Mariegold and Nerine glanced at her with a slight frown.

“Uh..sister..? Are you sure about this..?..isn’t this..I dunno..a bit much just to get her?”

….what did she mean by that..?

She said as Boa immediately turned back to her with a scowl. “Oh?..! You dare question me? Your empress and sister?!”

You gulped and thought for a moment, could you just make a run for it?..no she is literally a master of all of the Haki types..not to mention she can turn anyone into stone for any reason she chooses..

That woman would kick or penetrate anyone to just get to you!

Just as you were about to leave she suddenly turned her head as if she sensed you and already had her eyes landed on you. Her face expression changed. Snake earrings jangling her eyes turned into hearts as she ran to you with a deep blush

“Y-Y/N my dear! What a lovely surprise!” She Saïd as she giggled like a school girl and twirled a piece of her hair.

You raised an eyebrow while holding back a sigh.

Wasn’t she just screaming at her subordinates about not finding you here?..

The waves crashed against the rock the the marine headquarters was positioned on. You were talking with the woman and soon getting tired of her mentioning ever minute of how “you would have so many privileges if you join the Amazon Lilly troupe”

For a second you almost thought the woman wanted you to get married!

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“Oh um Boa..I’ve been meaning to ask but why are you here? Not to be rude or anything but I wouldn’t think you would be at marine headquarters!” You said with a slightly nervous laugh while sipping on the wine she insisted on you having.

The woman smiled, her somewhat plump lips curving a bit as her blue eyes shimmered like the ocean.

You were so caught up in her undeniable beauty you didn’t even notice one of her sister slowly approaching you from behind with a bag in her hands.. an unsure look crossing her face.

Tilting your head you reluctantly smiled at the woman, causing her to swoon as she blushed placed her hands on her cheeks.

Raising an eyebrow you couldn’t help but laugh.

Maybe the warlord wasn’t so bad after all…

Wait, now that you think of it..she didn’t answer your question-

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You woke up in a chair on a rather noisy ship. Except it wasn’t Boa’s ship…you look around in a panic. Realizing one thing that you weren’t on ground anymore and that the ship was already sailing to who knows where.

Just who’s ship was this and what did Boa take you here?

Was she in on this??

Thrashing around in your restrains yiu then suddenly heard a voice.

“There’s no use you know..I had those tied pretty tight.”

Saïd a almost gruff voice as a tall figure stepped out from the shadows.

Your eyes widened. You couldn’t even scream because you were so shocked.

It was shanks..one of the emperor’s of the sea..!

What in the hell would he want with you?! And why??

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Boa and Shanks conversation incoming~…

“What?! What do you mean she’s yours?? Don’t ever speak of MY beloved like that..I met her first!”

The woman angrily yelled while glaring at the man with velvet red hair in front of him.

Expression blank, shanks just stared down at her.

“Listen, I’m just saying that I could clearly take better care of her..she’s mine and it’s already decided ever since the moment we met..”

He said rather calmly in contrary to the woman who scoffed while clearly showing an attitude. crossing her arms over her chest, she still glared at the man. Her large snake earrings jingling from the slight movement.

“Right..like a bunch of you men could take care of her…

I dont care what you may say..or what our strengths are because I know your stronger than me as much to my dismay but..

I will forever stay loyal to my beloved! I shall not give up on her and I will fight for her until the end!!”

The man’s laid back and somewhat serious expression changed, he looked into the woman’s eyes and saw it..the utter and complete obsession loyalty she had for you...

“Well then….maybe let’s make a deal..”

You gasped in fear and even more shock as Boa soon came from the shadows as well, her sisters following her with a uncertain expression on their face while they stared at you.

“W-Wha..Boa..?..Shanks..this isn’t funny! Let me go at once!!”

You said, your eyebrows furrowed whine you gritted you’re teeth and tried to make it seem like you weren’t utterly terrified for your life.

Boa just seemed to smile and blush at your the sound of your voice while shanks lips calmly curved into a smile.

“Oh my love is passionate about what she wants!”

The woman with long black hair swooned while her eyes were in hearts.

Shanks slowly stepped towards you.

“Listen…we’re tired of you refusing to join us so..we may have…bended sone things without your permission but yiur with us now. That’s all that matters..you’re a pirate now so accept it alright?” He said gently patting your head and slowly caressing your cheek.

Hancocks eyes seemed to narrow as she then walked up to you and beamed down at you.

You felt like crying…was this actually happening?..

“I-I..i don’t understand..how did you..”

They both looked at each other and then at you, the emperor slowly leaned closer and looked straight into your eyes.

“..Let’s just say that Blood was spilled…”

Hey guys!! I really hope you like this one! Sorry it took so long but honestly I loved writing for the both of them and I’m already getting back into the zone of writing and starting my next story! Hope you liked this!

XOXO my lovely flower petals🌸🌺

[bbbexe]

MINORS DNI

I can't draw digital to save my life, so I made my monster!Poppet oc Kalix, traditional. (I have been diagnosed with Vinnel brainrot, there sadly is no cure. Also I didn’t make this species, its heavily based off of a creature from game I used to play called a Kivarok)  Their main fur color is black, with the shaded in parts being a really really dark purple. Their horns and claws are orange with a yellow gradient at the top/end. Similarly, their diamond patterns are orange, and get more yellow that further they are away from their torso. They have 7 white eyes on each side (on the front view i forgot to add one pair you did not see that, nothing is wrong :'))) ) that they can close individually. Will usually close all but their two main ones to not look 'weird' or have people feel like they're staring at them. Kalix's eyes also don't usually have pupils, but they consciously make pupils so that, along with their exaggerated body language/movement, speech, and gesticulation, their emotions can be read more easily while masking in public. Pupils are orange. The first three diamond patterns on Sir are eyes, one being a light yellow color, and the others becoming white. Their eyes / horns / patterns / claws have a slight glow. Has four arms in total. (maybe one day i'll have the urge to try and draw on ibis paint) Kalix's blood is orange :). They also have a mouth on their main head, but really really don't want to scare people they want to be friends with, and keeps it closed and hidden for the most part. They are 6'0 because I wish I was tall :').

I've been completely obsessed with @eldritch-spouse's universe for the past few days and just had to make this. I love love love her writing and really suggest you check out her blog if you like yanderes and monsters >:D Under the cut is some of my oc's info if anyone is interested :D (it's a lot of rambling lol)

Tw mentions of cannibalism and other illegal stuff.

“Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.” ― Juan Rulfo This is Kalix! (Named them this purely because the word makes my brain happy) They are a young adult monster, who suffers from loneliness brain damage! With symptoms that are very similar to ADHD. They forget what day of the week it is often, forget words mid conversation, and have a shit short term memory. Often forgets to eat and has a habit of not eating until their tail-head starts to nip/chew (omnomnom) at them. Will constantly loose things, even if they are currently holding said thing in their paw. Brings noise cancelling earbuds around and wears gloves because they are touch averse. Usually has one part of their body moving, leg bopping, playing with their fingers, etc. (heavily projecting here lol, they just like me fr) Are a residual hermaphrodite who flip flops between sex depending on temperature/season (has a slit covered by their fluff) and goes by all pronouns. Demi ace/aro (hahaha slowburn + oblivious to their own feelings, have fun with that Vinnel). Has a hard time understanding sarcasm and understanding their own feelings.

Kalix's tail has been named "Sir" as they thought the word was cool. They usually eat / drink using their head-tail. Sir is Kalix's subconscious/lizard brain, though they don't seem to realize that themself, thinking the tail-head as more of a sibling/pet. (and example for the subconcious/lizard brain thing being, Kalix stubbing their toe, wincing and making a joke, Sir whimpering and getting teary like the crybaby they secretly are) They can consciously control Sir for about 30 minutes before a headache starts cracking open their skull (usually their species would be able to do this all the time, but shhh don't tell the poor child, they'll cry). While talking through Sir, Kalix can mimic many many sounds / voices. It would honestly be easier to list what they can't mimic than what they can. They do have a tell though, as when they speak through Sir, they have a slight whisper echo. Also sadly because of brain injury, they can't cut off Sir's senses from their own. Wagging their tail super fast like a dog when excited / to stim will leave make them super dizzy. Sir also has a taste for human/monster flesh :))) Has some other abilities, like being able to store stuff in their shadow (they do this more often and don't get nauseous from it unless they try to fit a bigger object inside. Kalix usually makes it look like they're pulling stuff out from their chest fluff becuse i thought that would be silly), make shadow apparitions for a limited amount of time, wrap themselves in shadows to hide or stalk their 'prey', and if they really push themself, they can teleport through shadows (within a certain range etc.) at most two times a week. They feel nauseous and get headaches after this, and using their power too often/long or trying to store large objects will make them violently ill. (won't stop the dumbass from overusing their abilities to pull pranks on The Clergymen though) Has little physical strength (for a monster at least), although they can jump pretty high when spooked (hehe get it? halloween pun :> also foreshadowing~) Speaking of Halloween, it's one of Kalix's main hyperfixations. Their hyperfixations include: Halloween, (and by extension) candy making, horror book reading, driving (although ironically if Kalix is a passenger they get extremely car sick), juggling (picks this up after they see Vinnel do it and realize 1. its a fun way to stim and 2. they have four arms. they are terrible at first), baking (which is kinda funny cuz they cannot cook for shit), insect related stuff, (piss poor) sewing, and drawing (they usually like to draw stuff with the combination of gore and plants).

Always has candy corn on them (or it seems that way, it’s just in their shadow. Kalix likes how it looks like they can just summon candy corn out of nowhere).

Also do not let them drive. They will turn it into a car chase. Somehow. (They just like slamming into the cars chasing them and showing off their drifts and sharp turns) They work as a party planner / decorator and will practically beg on their knees to Admin to help decorate for the holidays, especially Halloween. (Admin will have to wrangle them during other holidays to make sure Kalix doesn’t start making them Halloween themed as well...

”Decorate your own apartment Easterween themed, Kalix...” cue Admin’s signature tired eye roll as Kalix gives the smaller human puppy dog eyes) After they learn The Clergy has rent able rooms, they'll definitely start living there. Kalix's room will be completely Halloween themed all year long. They'll also ask Admin if they can help out around the Clergy / help them (Kalix feels bad for Admin and all their responsibilities, but also thinks they're amazing for being so focused and hard working)

Kalix is a complete virgin, having not even touched themself because again, they see Sir as a ‘pet’ or sibling sort of, only that Sir is attached to them. Kalix always chalks up Sir’s similar reactions to them as both them and Sir having grown up together.(if this sentence makes sense? basically they chalk up Sir having similar reactions to how they feel inside to just them growing up being attached to each other) Also them denying full heartedly that they are a crybaby and that they like the taste of human/monster flesh. To be honest, after a few months of being around Kalix, The Clergymen will probably pick up on Sir being more connected to Kalix than the oblivious lizard (idk why but my nickname for them is lizard despite them looking like some lizard/cat/owl/spider mix. it just fits. also all the picures of cute dumb little geckos connect with Kalix in my mind) realizes. Although Kalix sure as hell won’t realize themself, and won’t have any kind of sexual interaction with anyone while under the impression that Sir is a pet. Someone’s gonna have the explain the them eventually or Vinnel might somehow go even more insane.  (is a sadist masochist switch with a gore kink, though it'll take alot for them to admit it (or it would have if not for Kalix's first meeting with Grimbly and realizing they did not want to be a daddy/mommy/partner to the little dude, just a friend) Oh, and before i forget. Kalix unironically eats the most burned, charred, barely edible, can-barely-be-considered-food stuff. Completely unscathed. And they like it. They will eat coal (burning or not) in front of people occasionally to see their confused/grossed out/horrified reactions / to assert dominance. They're Vinnel's poppet for a reason :))))

They lived most of their life alone and when they were gracefully given a year long vacation by their warden, Kalix decided to try and make friends by integrating themself into human society. (Most others where they live avoid them/are afraid of them or occasionally someone will pity them but Kalix really dislikes that and would rather be ignored.) They stumbled upon The Clergy's Eye while stuck in a daydream / thought loop of how they were going to make friends. Going over the persona they had crafted (aka how they were going to mask the anxious, lonely, self conscious, and quiet crybaby they really are) and generally practicing conversations in their head. They were trying to go to the town's most popular bar, but ended up walking into The Clergy's Main floor / bar area (if im not mistaken). Kalix is just about able to handle being around Santi’s / and others pheromones due to years of exposure therapy (not a demon of my sort, will make sense in next post i prommy). (Ima make another post about how they met the TCE staff for the first time because this is hella long, thank you so much for reading if you made it this far. I hope you enjoyed my super self indulgent skrunkly child. I also left some stuff out that I really want to show via my writing later on :D)

[leonardhoee]

Ikevamp Boys as Avengers

(Because why not)

Comte- Nick Fury

(He’s kind of the leader of everyone in th emanation. Similar to assembling the “greatest heroes on earth” Comte created his mansion for the greatest men in history. They both of that same tired parent energy and Fury’s relationship with Tony is similar to Comte and Leo’s)

THIS but make it Leo and Comte

Leonardo - Iron Man

(Obviously. He’d totally make the iron man suit. He’s a tease and a flirt just like Tony and he’s equally self sacrificing. They both carry a lot of guilt and self hatred but all they want to do is help others through their genius. Also the fact that everyone else in the mansion looks up to him and respects him is just like Tony with the other Avengers. I’d say he’s kind of the glue that holds everyone in the mansion together just like Tony is to the Avengers.)

((Also guys just IMAGINE Leo making an iron man suit or something with AC/DC in the background. like THIS))

Isaac- Bruce Banner/Hulk

(He’s a science boy with social anxiety but when he can’t control his bloodlust he becomes like the Hulk. Just like Bruce he doesn’t want to hurt anyone and he has a hard time controlling that side of him. Also his relationship with Leo is just like Tony and Bruce’s. Science Bros!)

Theo- Rocket

(They’re both resilient as hell and have no problem fighting for their loved ones. Just like Rocket, Theo is rough around the edges but his tough persona is surface level because as soon as you get to know him you realize his personality is just a coping mechanism and he’s actually the sweetest person.)

Alternatively: Thor

Jean- Bucky Barnes

(Jean has blood on his hands that he feels the need to repent for. Just like Bucky he was an innocent person who went through the horrors or war and came out thinking he’s a monster. Both of them have similar personalities and his relationship with Napoleon somewhat mirrors Cap and Bucky.)

Alternatively: Black Widow

Napoleon- Captain America

(Both of them have a strong sense of justice and would do the right thing regardless of the risk it poses to themselves. They have the same type of classic charm and all they want is to protect innocent people. Imagine him ripping that log in half like Steve in that one scene)

Dazai- Hawkeye

(I don’t know too much about Dazai but they both give me similar energy. Dazai is always up in windows and Clint is always up on some high perch just watching people.)

Shakespeare- Loki

(I don’t hear people talk about this much but Shakespeare is smart as hell. He has the closest IQ to Leo out of pretty much all of them. And he was manipulated by Vlad just like Loki was manipulated by Thanos. No one really trusts him and no one helped him when he was stuck in that situation. They both tend to cause problems but only big enough to be considered a nuisance instead of an actual threat. Someone protect both of them.)

Alternatively: The Grandmaster

Mozart- Okoye

(Okay hear me out. Mozart is devoted to his music the same way Okoye is devoted to her country. I see them both having the same drive, passion, and no-nonsense attitude for what they believe in.)

Alternatively: Loki

Sebastian- Spider-Man

(Listen he is a history fan that got adopted by his favorite historical figures. That’s exactly like Peter getting adopted by the Avengers and making little blogs about each of them. You know, just like Sebastia’s diary...)

Arthur- Starlord (but smarter)

(They’re both flirts and incredibly fun people to be around. Arthur is definitely a much smarter version of Starlord but I can totally see him stealing a infinity stone and flipping off a government. They have the same level of pure chaos. Plus his friendship with Theo is like Rocket and Peter)

Vincent- Adult Groot (like from the first movie)

(Both of them are the purest most adorable boys but they can KICK ASS. They care so much about their family and friends and would do anything for them. Rocket and Groot have one of the closest relationships in the MCU and their dynamic is just like Theo and Vincent)

Faust- Doctor Strange

(I mean it’s in the name isn’t it. They both have a similar cold, detached attitude and calculated precision when it comes to their work. Both of them are pretty arrogant and they would not hesitate sacrificing something to meet their goals. Faust is like Doctor Strange gone evil.)

Vlad- Thanos

(Yeah you guys probably saw this one coming. They both belive they’re doing something that will benefit humans in the long run and to be honest whose to say they aren’t right? It’s all subjective. However they did manipulate and hurt a lot of people and neither of them would hesitate if they had to do it again for the sake of their goals)

Charles- Scarlet Witch

(This one took some thinking. Charles had a responsibility thrust onto him at a young age just like Wanda with her powers. Neither of them want to hurt people but they have to. Charles is a yandere and I belive Wanda is the closest to a yandere we have in the MCU. She would’ve done anything and everything to keep Vision alive and with her and I can see that same dedication and passion in Charles.)

Enjoy my shitty edits

[yandereclues]

Sweetheart- Chapter: 1

Completing this for @andeyeoof because why not

Note: This story takes place without the *tragic* ending of season 3. This story was also re-written based on a post on my old blog @indigo-clues, and the following chapter will come out very soon. Enjoy!

Feat: Yandere! Billy Hargrove x Soft! Male Reader

Warning: Toxic Behaviors, and Strong Language

Chapter rating: 16+

Brrrrring!

The sound of the school bell startled you, bringing your eyes away from your worksheet. You and your classmates began packing up your books. Your heartbeat quickens as you step into the crowded hallway, briskly making your way to your locker.

“Y/N!” A familiar voice shouted from down the corridor. You turn around to see Steve jogging towards you.

“Hey c’mon I gotta get home soon, Mom’s making lasagna,” he said.

You groan, “Again? How much pasta does that woman buy?” 

You and steve walk to his BMW. Steve was like a Brother to you. Since you were kids you had been staying at Steves’s house while your parents were away, which was most of the time. To be honest, everything was better when you were at Steve’s house. His parents were always welcoming, and it was a lot better than being alone all the time. Most of the time you would just stay huddled up on Steve’s bed, watching bad action movies.

But now that schools out for winter break, there was little to nothing for the two of you to do. 

Sitting up from his bed, Steve spoke up. “How ‘bout a movie?”

You thought for a moment before speaking, “we’ve watched almost every movie at blockbuster, and in the theater.”

“Hmm, arcade?” He suggested.

“Sounds good,” you said, standing from Steve’s desk chair to find your shoes.

- At the Arcade-

“Man, how do you do that?” Steve interrogated.

You had beat him at Galaga 4 times now. 

“I told you, I’m the master of Galaga!” you chuckled.

He sighed. “Ice cream?”

“Hell yeah!” you exclaimed.

“If you’re not back here in an hour you’re walking home,” Billy shouted towards his little sister. She simply flipped him off before entering the arcade. He leaned against the driver’s side door of his car and pulling a cigarette from his back pocket. He reached for his lighter as he saw a pair of guys walking towards the seven eleven beside the arcade. One of them was, of course, Steve fucking Harrington. The other one though was significantly shorter than Steve. He stared at the pair for a minute whilst taking a long draw of his cigarette.

Something about the smaller male captivated him. His large sweater covered his hands, causing him to have to push them up every now and then. He watched carefully as they walked past, as to not draw the boy’s attention. But he was not so lucky, as he and the boy made eye contact. Making the boy look down awkwardly.

This made Billy’s heart skip a beat. He seemed so small, so weak, he made Billy want to keep him all to himself. Just the two of them.

Billy quickly wiped the strange thought from his mind. Realizing he had been there for almost 45 minutes now.

“Fuck it, the brat can walk home,” he then flicked the cigarette on the ground and climbed into his car, slamming the door shut.

Anger filled Billy’s system as he drove as fast as his car would go. he didn’t know if it was anger at max, or his dad, or what, all he knew is that he wanted to know more about that kid from the arcade. He drove circles around Hawkins, mapping it out in his mind. Only stopping because a car was parked in his way. He gripped the wheel, about to honk the horn, but he looked over to see the kid from the arcade being escorted to his door by none other than Steve Harrington.

An unusual feeling filled his system. Jealousy.

He felt as though he should just walk up to him and knock his teeth out But deciding it would be best not to, as the other boy was right there, he stayed put. He just marked the boys address down on an old recipient, for future reference, and drove around the car. Luckily for him, his house was just a few blocks down the road.

   The Next Day

 ~taake ooon meee~

~taake meee ooon~

*knock knock*

You quickly turned down the volume of the radio and dusted the flour from your hands, onto your apron.

*knock knock*

“Coming!” You yelled. You took off your apron and shuffled to open the door, to be greeted by a friendly face.

“Oh hey! I just moved in the Byar’s old house down the road, I just wanted to introduce myself to the neighbors,” you stood, having to point your head nearly straight up, to look at the man in front of you. The very same man that was staring at you at the arcade. You nodded, stepping out of the way and gesturing towards the living room, not wanting to seem rude.

“Of course! Would you like to come in? I have some cookies about to come out of the oven if you’d like to stay for a while,” you spoke.

He smiled gently, “I’d love to,” he stepped in. You guided him to the lounge and walked back to the kitchen to retrieve the cookies.

“Would you like some milk?” You spoke from around the corner. He just nodded and continued looking around your house. You gently placed the cookies on one of your mother’s nicer plates and poured two glasses of milk, and took them into the lounge.

“Thank you,” He said whilst taking a cookie. “So,” He spoke again, “can I get a name to go with that smile?”

“Oh of course!” You put out your hand, “Y/n L/n.”

He grinned, “Billy Hargrove,” he took your small soft hand into his larger calloused one and shook it. “So are your parents here?” He asked, looking around.

“No, they left for a business trip yesterday,” you said, while fiddling with the sleeve of your sweater, “they’ll be gone for a week or two.”

He just nodded. “It’s pretty warm in here to be wearing a sweater, don’t ‘cha think?” He inquired.

“I get cold quite easily,” you mumbled embarrassingly. Truth be told, you did. You had always been on the smaller side growing up, developmental issues you suppose.

“So where’d you move in from?” You and Billy chatted for a while before he glances at the wall clock above the doorway.

“Hey I’m sorry, but I need to get going, I gotta go pick up my sister,” he muttered, slowly standing. He looked down at the boy, his disappointed look shot right through his heart, but he needed to pick max up or his Dad would be pissed.

The two males walked to the door but Billy turned around before he exited. “Thanks for the cookies sweetheart,” he grinned. You just blushed and mumbled a little “you’re welcome.”

Billy then stepped out of the house and walked to his car, slowly getting in, starting the ignition, and driving away happily. Why would he be happy to leave? Well, because he knows he’ll be visiting you again very soon.

Very soon.

[shini--chan]

New guy here to your account so first of all Hi how are ya, second, are your requests open currently? And lastly, I do recommend Hellsing, both the original and Ultimate (the abridged is worth a watch too, but probably better to start with the official ones first. Now, onto my reason for being here. Some Touka (Tokyo Ghoul) heacannons?

Yandere Touka

At first, she resorts to avoid you. Not only that, she is even embarrassed about her feeling. She has loved people before only to have them either leave her or be taken away from her. In the beginning she even succeeds – you lose any interest you could have had for her and at best she is fully convinced it is a fleeting infatuation.

However, the emotions persist and even grow more intense. The more she tries to drown herself in delusions the worse it becomes, to the point of obsession. It’s enough to drive her insane as she is torn between what she wants and what she knows what she needs, between her past loses and her future desires

Slowly, her world begins to revolve around you. The merest mention of your name is enough to throw her off centre. During the most inconvenient moments you haunt her thoughts, you even visit her in her dreams. Now imagine how she behave in your actual presence: All flustered and standoffish and yet she yearns for your company. You found it cute and that was your mistake.

Eventually, Touka embraced her feelings for you. She always just wanted a normal life, a happy life and you became the antidote to the misery being two-faced – being a ghoul pretending to be human – lead to. Losing so many people that were important to her has led her to develop abandonment issues. The fact that she is head over heels for you only amplifies this.

Going from one extreme to the other, she goes from distant to clingy. Through you don’t notice it immediately. Firstly, because while it is nearly as sudden as flipping a switch it still gradually escalated. Secondly, because this lady’s version of clingy isn’t precisely physical – it is more keeping tabs on you, stalking you online and interrogating people about you. Additionally, Touka is very careful about what she does, so it’s take long until you notice the red flags.

Some people close to her might catch wind of this and call her out on this, but she’ll ignore it. She sees this as protecting you. Everybody in her life has somehow been harmed and she would be damned if who’d join those ranks.

Eventually, she resorts to kidnapping you. With the people you associate with you’re bound to spell your demise someday, not to mention that you already look tasty as you are. Some ghoul might devour you exactly while her back is turned. On top of that Touka has a bad self-image and is scared that you’ll leave her. Since you’ve become so important to her, that will only happened over her dead and rotting body.

She’ll only resort to harming you if that is the lesser of two evils. And she’ll be very protective of you and you’ll have to be at her side at all times if you leave the house. Aside from that, you have a lot of freedom.

If you were ever to be injured in any way, physically or mentally, the culprit would have to deal with a berserk woman hunting them down. Hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, after all.

That is the first real post for you all, and I’m surprised that it wasn’t Hetalia. I’ll be sure to check out Hellsing, so far, I’ve only heard good things about the show after all.

And a big thank to the amazing @yandere-romanticaa  for giving this blog a shout-out

[vios-rockland-corner]

Dollmaker Talk PT 2

*snaps fingers*  Guess what?  I got the “okay” sign to talk a little bit more about Runawayoutlaw’s unfinished Dollmaker build.

That means yes I will be going into my thoughts about the characters and setting this time.  I focused on Dollmaker being outside the Rockland canon and the game mechanics last time.

(MAJOR spoilers below for the unfinished Dollmaker build)

First of all, what is the plot of Dollmaker?  Well the MC this time around is a medical student attending a seminar that day on improving relations between demons and humans for the greater good.  One of the very speakers at the lecture is none other than Dr. Sano Kojima.  The MC apparently catches his eye and you two seem to get along fairly well considering you admire him for his position (he’s a demon ambassador) and he appreciates that you seem to be specializing in demons for your medical degree.  All seems to be going well and you look forward to discussing the profession with him more...only to get caught off guard when he knocks you out and brings you to his home.  The atmosphere quickly changes when you wake up and he cuts straight to point that his main goal is turn you into a human doll!  He puts a binding spell on you so you can’t escape the house, but he gives you the freedom to walk about as you please.

That’s pretty much the gist of the game.  From there it’s about exploration and getting to know the inhabitants of the house, and on rare occasions, seeing some visitors.

Sano Kojima

As I stated in my previous post, both Sano and Akira have been introduced beforehand in BTD.  This game was meant to revamp the characters and stories.  For the most part, I’d say personality wise that Sano stays very similar to his BTD counterpart.  He’s very calm and professional.  He’s very much into his research and appreciates compliance from the MC.  He can still kill you in this, but the only such ending I found is if you fight back repeatedly right away.  Like I said, he prefers compliance.  He is probably one of the more sane of the three main house inhabitants and possibly the nicest?  It’s hard to say when I feel like both Sano and Annabelle’s routes weren’t quite finished yet.  That or I haven’t found everything yet.  

I will say compared to the BTD game, Sano here doesn’t show nearly as much sadism or malice.  He DOES still want to turn you into a doll though, but again I don’t think his route was fully finished (or I haven’t found the right paths yet).  I didn’t get a full ending with him completing the doll transformation, so other than the beginning, we don’t get to delve into that obsession as much as I would have liked.  I remember playing BTD and getting that one ending and thinking, “Oh!  I love that concept, I wish I could have seem more of the character focused on that.”  Dollmaker is obviously supposed to do that, but the creator didn’t get around to the finishing touches.  I kept getting stuck in the same loops with “Sano’s route,” so I can’t say much else.

Annabelle Winter

Annabelle is a brand new character.  There’s a bio for her luckily in the game to explain some of who she is (a former lead singer), but otherwise I probably was able to get the least information about her in the game.  I remember some notes about her one tumblr way back when Dollmaker was being developed.  Basically, she’s supposed to be Sano’s “first doll.”  You, the MC, would then end up being the second doll.  You can tell this really doesn’t sit well with Annabelle, even if I couldn’t get much more information about her feelings in the game.  There’s a conversation between Akira and her you can spy on, but you really aren’t quite sure what’s happening.  Her room was also always locked for me.  I don’t know if the programming for it all hadn’t been completed like Sano’s wasn’t, or I just wasn’t performing the correct actions.

The existence of Annabelle is interesting though because then it does make you ask questions like: What’s her relationship with Sano?  Are they lovers or something else?  Is she jealous that he’s making a new doll? Does Sano plan to throw Annabelle out after he has you? Does this mean the MC could also get tossed out later? What’s her relationship with Akira?  Stuff like that adds more tension to the atmosphere.  On the plus side, at least you know Sano’s successfully turned someone into a doll before, so you know the procedure should go fine (yay?).  Personality wise, I didn’t have enough to go off of to get a real good idea of what she’s like.  She can be a little bitter and creepy, that’s for sure, but also talks sensibly with someone like Akira.  It’s hard to say.

Akira Kojima

Ah Akira!  Probably the character that was the closest to completion in my opinion.  That doesn’t mean his whole path WAS complete, but compared to Sano (one death ending vs. couldn’t progress) and Annabelle (hardly any progression and no ending found), Akira actually had decent introductions, quality time with the MC and an ending.  Granted, it was mostly the ONE ending...but I kind of loved it and it wasn’t a death ending at least.  Before I get into that, what’s he like in Dollmaker?  Well he definitely has more of a domineering and feisty personality I’d say, contrasting nicely with Sano.  He also can be both naughty and tender I’d say when it comes to romance.  He can be pretty sensitive at times.  You also learn he’s a contract killer in this game, but he doesn’t seem to really enjoy the work.  That’s the only major hint I’d say of the guy being unhappy.  I remember during the development process it was hinted that Akira has a LOT of baggage in this universe.  Baggage unfortunately that seems to make unstable enough that he will completely flip his lid if he thinks someone is turning on him.  What I’m saying is...the dude actually has a yandere ending XD  I’m not joking.  For those who know of my main blog and are probably thinking, “Did YOU enjoy that?” the answer is obviously HECK YES!  See what happens is if you get too cozy with Akira, apparently that makes him latch onto you.  

I swear to god when I played my first run, I was NOT trying to make him jealous.  I thought there was more to do so I didn’t think it was a big deal if I didn’t wake him in bed (it seemed rude to me), go to the kitchen and compliment Sano’s eye.  But those Telltale mechanics from the last post I talked about?  This is where I realized too late they were hinting that Akira gets VERY aware of what you do in the house once he starts to like you.  He doesn’t like it AT ALL if you either seem like you’re trying to leave or get friendly with anyone else then.  He goes full “snap.”  What he does is try to “train you” so that you agree the MC belongs to him and him alone then.  I love how he does it actually because I find it pretty realistic.  Yeah he gets really rough with you initially once he’s snapped, but the big thing is he throws you into a large closet.  He just leaves you with a bucket and nothing else.  And then he makes NO CONTACT with you.  You go through...who knows how many days with occasional bottles of water or food placed on the floor without Akira talking to you or even you seeing him.  Depending on your actions, sometimes he’ll pop in to check on you, but if you show that your spirit isn’t broken yet, he goes back to the no contact.  He’s essentially driving the MC insane through isolation.  It’s very simple but incredibly effective.  Imagine literally being given nothing to do for days on end with limited food and water and just a bucket to relieve yourself in.  It can start to wear on you.  Humans are social creatures too (we NEED other people).  I love MC’s with stronger spirits actually that don’t bend to a yandere’s whims all that easily.  So yeah, I kept the MC yelling and tried to just hold out as long as I could.  This puts you in a loop though and Outlaw did a nice little touch where there’s this static effect over the screen when you continue to make decisions.  This helps to emphasize how monotonous this routine is becoming for the MC and you really feel less of the urge to fight back anymore.  I can see why the MC broke in the end.  Once they are broken, Akira comes to collect you and that’s pretty much the end.

Obviously I loved playing through Akira’s path the most.  I will do one small critique here since...I’m kind of a nut about yanderes.  I think it would have been nice to have a FEW more hints before Akira’s “snap” that he suffers from something like anxiety or separation over losing people.  There might have been some and I just got lost in the build maze finding this information XD  Like I said, I knew he had baggage (and even lost a lover) from the creator’s tumblr page during development, but I think it would have been nice to have some hints like that in the game.  Just food for thought in case they want to try another yandere character in the future.  Some people don’t like if you pull a “yandere snap” out of nowhere without at least dropping some kind of hint of instability with the character prior.  I mean I’ll always enjoy yandere endings regardless honestly XD  It depends on how serious you want to take it though.  This situation was different than say Marcus from Till Death Do Us Part only because....that game basically is ALL about the “snap” there (no real progression to it like in Dollmaker).  You had just enough backstory (The MC and Marcus are divorced and Marcus gives you nightmares) that him coming back as the ex from hell isn’t surprising.  People can fill in the blanks and fantasize all they want there about what went wrong with the relationship beforehand.  With Akira, you’re seeing the relationship progression play out, so there’s a little more pressure to make the “snap” a little more believable.

I don’t know how fair it is to critique an] game that’s clearly not finished though 0.o

There’s was other stuff in the game I enjoyed like all the little Easter eggs with the plants and paintings, and Cain even popped up briefly in a bad end :P  There was other stuff I also didn’t learn about though like Mio (sorry I scared you lol), but it is what it is.

Still a nice treat.

[moody-bloosh]

hihi i love ur blog smmmmm uwu can i request a gakuen au of Risotto or Prosciutto (its up to u i cant choose since they both are daddies fsghdsd) and the rest are in a basketball club (since i love knb sm) and their team had to play against bucci's team, then he fall in love with s/o who's a manager of Bucci's team? OwO i hope this make sense dshsdgj feel free to ignore this if u don't want to write :3

y o ;;; i miss knb so much. most of all, i miss my dumb bastard himbo husband aomine daiki. im filing this under shounen au bc i already have something planned for la squadra for the more shoujo/ slice of life -ish passione gakuen au 

writing these as headcanons, bullet point fic, so i can frEELY RAMBLE IM SORRY this turned very self indulgent very fast if you want a more detailed story-ish kind of thing please ask again ;;;; also i couldn’t pick between Ris and Pro so good luck, you have two scary basketball daddies after you now ♡

okAY ANYWAY HERE IT IS , story proper under the cut since this got very self indulgent and kinda dark, i lowkey based them off kirisaki daichi ;;; 

content warning: yandere, suggestive themes with bad implications 

foul trouble (Risotto Nero & Prosciutto) 

Risotto’s definitely the center since he’s a b i g boy. 

Illuso’s probably at PF, he has the build for it!  

Prosciutto’s more on the lean but still sorta buff side I can see him as the SF but I can see him also being smart enough to come up with plays. 

Melone for all his posturing is a very good point guard, he has a high basketball IQ and is fond of flashy passes. 

Ghiaccio’s the shooting guard, Risotto convinced him to join after seeing him play alone at the park while he was on the way to his part time job. 

Pesci’s the one who comes off the bench to help them. 

Sorlato has already graduated ;;; lol 

If they can find a way to injure the opposing team THEY WILL try to injure the other team 

Everything begins during Preliminaries, your team was up against theirs. Certainly, La Squadra was going to do anything in their power to absolutely destroy their opponents. 

Prosciutto comes into your radar when you saw him trying to injure Mista and play it off as an accident. Mista had complained but the ref hadn’t called it. Instead, Mista got slapped with a technical foul when he got too heated. 

Your team only managed to win by what you consider as a miracle. Giorno coming off the bench during that last quarter was certainly something else. 

Either way, there was something really unsettling about them and you were determined to get to the bottom of it! Since the team was likely bound to face off against them during Nationals again and you didn’t want to take any chances. 

You find yourself going to a LOT of their games to collect evidence of their supposed foul play, armed with a camera in hand. 

It doesn’t take long at all for Prosciutto to take notice, a smug smirk on his lips as he whispered something to Risotto. 

You don’t notice their predatory gaze, too focused on the sight of another player being carted off with a fractured leg. You couldn’t help but worry. What if that had been Narancia? Fugo? Oh no, what if it had been Bruno? 

Worriedly nibbling on your bottom lip, you try to push away the image of an injured Bruno. Your heart wouldn’t be able to bear it. 

You walk home alone that night, thoughts consumed with worry. You don’t even notice the menacing forms of the two basketball players quickly coming up behind you. 

Pinning you to the wall and covering your mouth with his hand, there was no one in sight as Prosciutto gleefully drank in the fear framing your irises. Meanwhile, Risotto had managed to take your camera from you. Flipping through the photos you’d taken of them, Risotto couldn’t help but smile. It was amazing that you’d managed to catch on so quickly. 

It was only too bad that they were a little faster on the uptake than you were. 

From the moment they’d first laid eyes on you, to the sight of you intently watching their games, they were hooked. 

“It’s really so unfair,” Prosciutto said as he caressed your face, “Bruno gets all the good ones.” 

You can’t help it, you freeze. Too terrified to think as Risotto angles the camera to your face. 

“Beautiful,” Risotto breathes as he reviews the photo he had taken of you, “you make the most lovely expressions, _____.” 

When Risotto moves to show the picture to Prosciutto, you take their distraction as a window to act. Quickly, you shove your hand down your pocket, fingers moving on muscle memory to try and contact Bruno. 

That too was a part of their plan. 

Prosciutto grabs your hand, forcing you to take your phone out of your pocket. 

There’s a sadistic glint in his eyes as he takes your phone from you, a teasing lilt to his voice as he says, “hey Bruno, hope you don’t mind if we hang out with your cute little manager?” 

You can hear the outrage, the worry in Bruno’s voice as he yells at Prosciutto. 

Risotto takes the phone from him, cutting off Bruno’s words with a harsh, “if you want _____ back, you’re welcome to try.” 

The call cuts off and Risotto takes another shot of your terrified face, quickly sending the image to Bruno. 

“Now I know some more interesting shots you can take, _____,” Risotto says, a dark smile already blooming on his lips. 

“Let’s have some fun, _____,” Prosciutto whispers in your ear, his voice dropping an octave as he begins to trail just the slightest hints of kisses over your collarbone.  

[thatyanderecritic]

Wadanohara and the Great Blue Ocean

Title: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Ocean

Media: RPG game, Made by Deep Sea Prisoner 

Yandere(s): Sal and Fukami

Yandere Scale: Sal- 2/5 Fukami- 1/5

Criticism written by: Kai 

Editor: Julie

The Review:

Hey there everyone! Kai here back with another review. I’m sure most people expected us to just read the wiki for the game and call it a day (we are that lazy after all). But surprise surprise, I actually played this game awhile back… when it was first translated actually! But anyways, I’m getting ahead of myself here. Let’s get into the review.

WGBO (I’m not going to type out the entire title) is about the sea witch, Wadanohara returning back to her home ocean after living abroad to attend a witch school (or something). She left home after some sort of trauma that occurred between her and her original familiar… a shark named Samekichi. Wada lost her memory of this, of course. Everyone tells her Samekichi is bad but Wada thinks otherwise (#ProtagonistInstinicts). Upon Wada’s return, every greets her but uh oh! The sea kingdom is under attack by the bunny people (idk what their Japanese name is). Sent out on a quest to strengthen the sea’s borders, Wada and her familiars went out to fight back the rabbits and power up the magic orb barrier things. Everything seems to end happily but a demon-rabbit broke the orbs and all the rabbits invaded the sea kingdom. When all hope seems lost, turns out the reason why the rabbits were invading was because the rabbit princess and the fish princess had a misunderstanding. They made up (bffs for life) but the question remains on, “who did this?” Spoilers up ahead: Turns out it was the Red Sea who orchestrated these events. The Blue sea kingdom and the Red sea kingdom are mortal enemies, with red being evil. Wada’s father basically gave up his life to protect these waters and put up the barriers. A side character, Syakesan, disguised himself as a ditzy and harmless shark when actuality he was Sal, the Ambassador of the Red Sea. In the final clash with him, Sal had the key to locking away the Red Sea for good. In the end, turns out this story was a story Wada was telling us, the players, as she waited for Samekichi’s return (meta-story telling).

That was a really hefty summary of the game but there’s lots of side stories, characters, easter eggs, and three alternative endings for a person to explore. I highly recommend playing the game. Wadanohara is probably one of my favorite indie rpg games out there. Characters are fun, the art style is cute, and Wadanohara really isn’t a bad protagonist. I only advise that you should know that it is an rpg game. So lots of fighting, boss battles, and gathering items. If you just want to play it for the story, you’re better off just watching a let’s play. You don’t have to grind too much, since it was made so that you can still beat bosses even if you skip all encounters (bosses drop enough exp each battle for the next boss). But it’s still advisable to fight all encounters so you have an easier time for end bosses. Anyways! Enough about the game, I’m sure everyone is more concerned about the yanderes!

I’m pretty sure everyone knows about Sal. That white haired dream-boat of a villain 😍. Highkey, the man is hot. But was he that great of a yandere? Not… exactly. When I first saw Sal, my monkey brain flipped on and went “White haired man. Twisted love. Covered in blood. HOT.” But when you really analyze him, he gets several points taken away. For one, Sal doesn’t exactly mind killing Wada for his own goals. Yes, you can say he loves her and he tries to get her on his own side for normal ending 1. But when push comes to shove, he doesn’t hesitate to shank a bitch, if you know what I mean. He also loves her because Samekichi loves her. There’s a sort of inferiority complex between Sal and Samekichi. Sal basically wants to have Samekichi’s life and Wada is one of those things. I guess this is an up to interpretation sort of thing but I have to take a point off for shaky foundation in Sal’s love for Wada. But a really big point to note is that Sal doesn’t really hold any regard for Wada’s well being. He’s willing to straight up hurt, kill, and rape her for his own goals. Yes, in normal ending 1, Sal rapes Wada and mind breaks her into joining the red sea. As we all know, shit like this is a big no-no for our blog. The reason why Sal is barely hanging on is because he does show some remorse (“some”) for doing this for Wada and would prefer not to. Plus, here on ThatYandereCritic we’re a bit… loose about rape in yandere stories. Yes we don’t like it and prefer it not in the story but objectively, it something that happens. Another point to take away from Sal is that we don’t really know anything about him. Sal’s plot and twisted love for Wada was revealed in the end but we don’t know much about his backstory or why he likes Wada. Yes, I’m pretty sure Deep Sea Prisoner made some comments about this but truth be told, I can’t tell which is fan theories and what is canon. Hell some of these headcanons are in Japanese. Even more, Deep Sea Prisoner seem like the JK Rowling of Japanese RPG games and just spout out random “facts” about their story that they never really mentioned in the actual story. Well, that’s my opinion. But because of that, I’m looking at the information strictly from the game… that being said, there’s practically nothing about Sal in the game. TL;DR- Sal is a good character for yandere aesthetic since he’s not a clickbait yandere but don’t legitimately expect an actual yandere-yandere by our definition. (Homie is still hot as fuck tho).

I’m sure some people are eyeing Fukami. Fukami is one of Wada’s familiar… an octopus. Throughout the game, Fukami strongly hints that he loves Wada and highkey is jealous of Samekichi. Fukami is pretty aggressive towards Samekichi.He threatened to kill Samekichi and actually got close to it after one boss battle scene with Samekichi. As for why he isn’t a perfect or high rate yandere, it has to do with the fact that he really… doesn’t do anything? I mean yes, he does all that shit above but it plays off as more comedic and when push comes to shove, he relents and give Wada to Samekichi. I mean we can probably say he’s a “good yandere” but we don’t really see enough of his thought process to know what he’s going through. He doesn’t really act on his love and he’s only really aggressive towards Samekichi because he thought Samekichi did something really bad towards Wada. There’s also a bad ending with Fukami where he actually kills Wada and the other familiars which is kinda sketched, ya know? Finally, we don’t really know much about Fukami, just like all the other characters. Fukami is just a pretty weak yandere all around and barely holds a candle standing next to Sal. But this is just a “fun to know” sort of thing.

Anyways, highkey recommend playing the game. But only if you’re not sensitive to gory situations and sexual assault. The ending where Sal rapes Wada is an ending you can’t skip. You have to watch normal ending 1 and 2 before getting the true ending. It’s nothing graphic but something to be aware of if you plan to play the game. Anyways! Enjoy.

Overall Score: 8/10

[thetitandiaries]

Rules

Guidelines for asks

Note: Due to Tumblr’s purge of 11/18 any sfw and not-safe-for-work abbreviations have been changed to being called fluff or smut. Please do not use the old abbreviation in an ask. I don’t want the Tumblr search to block content due to the n-sfw abbreviation.

The Do’s:

* AoT characters one & all. I’ve seen all the anime episodes multiple times. I’m reading the manga and will gladly focus on any particular arc as long as you give a reference point. I’ve read some of the short stories and have read No Regrets (Levi’s backstory book).

* I  will write AUs. I am open to doing any AU as long as you give me a specific jumping off point. Like, “AU police department, homicide division”, “AU like Lord of the Rings” , “AU urban fantasy”. Whatever you’d like to read, send it to me & I will do my best to scratch your AU itch.

* FLUFF and SMUT accepted and most welcome. SMUT is totally my wheelhouse. If you’ve read my Bleach blog, you know that I am The Smut Fairy. I am happy to fulfill your need for fluff and/or smutty goodness. Ask away!

* I am totally fine with kinks. I lean more towards romance and loving exchanges, so all kinks will be consensual, lovingly exploratory if called for, and all about fun and satisfaction for all involved. Dirty talk will be sexy and never disrespectful. I don’t like being called a cunt or a whore. If you like that, be specific, I’ll do it, but it’s not my norm. Your asks will always be a balance between what you want and how far I’m willing to go. Growing as a writer means pushing boundaries and I’m willing to do that.

* S/o gender will be written as female unless otherwise specified.

* Pairings: I have no problem pairing female/female or male/male. I have no problem with polyamorous relationships or pairings. Please try to specify your preference as MMF, MFM, FFM, FMF. I will write harem and reverse harem.  As long as you give me the dynamic, I’ll try to deliver.

* Please, when asking for headcanons that may take me a lot to describe, keep the characters to no more than three to five. And if its smut as the only focus, you may want to keep it to one character or poly relationship. You can always send in separate asks for other characters. If it’s something I can do fast, then groups like “Levi’s Squad” is fine. 

* Please check the To-Do List. If you sent an ask and you don’t see it there please send me another ask or a message to ask if I got it. The Tumblr gremlins love to be naughty and eat asks! It is never a bother for you to check with me to make sure I got your request. :)

* If I didn’t cover anything, just ask!

* I am completely open to personal questions. If you wanna know something, just ask. I’m here to have fun and make people happy!

The Don'ts:

* NO SHIPS. I don’t ship. EVER.  If it’s a poly relationship then two AoT characters need to be paired with a reader insert s/o. I’ve got nothing against those who ship characters, it’s just not for me. I respect your right ship, please respect my right not to.

* No match-ups. 

* No OCs. Anyone asking me to write their OC into a story will be encouraged to write it themselves. You took the time to create that character and no one will know them better than you :) I prefer to write reader inserts so that the fantasy can be enjoyed by everyone.

* I am here to make your fantasies come to life! I am pretty hard to shock and will privately (if I can) let you know if I don’t think I can do justice to your ask. For example, writing yandere isn’t my cup of tea. It’s not that I don’t like the trope, it’s that I struggle to write it properly.

* I am a complete romantic through and through. I will not write anything that is violent toward a s/o. (Rape, non con, dub con, abuse – they are a “Hell no.”) However, if there is a reference to violence, I’m OK with that. For example, you want to know how the character would help a s/o who had been raped or had something tragic in their past. I can handle that. Let’s face it, life is violent. And the world of AoT is extremely violent I have shit in my past, we all do to varying degrees, and I’m fine with addressing issues. I will always treat them in a positive, supportive manner.

* I will not write anything sexual that involves anyone underage. Everything I write with sexual content will deal with adults. No exceptions. 

* No beastiality.  (My dog is my child and is cherished as such.)

* No incest or anything close to it.

* I don’t like writing death stuff with someone’s s/o dying and they’re reacting. I get that AoT is violent and a lot of people die. That’s quite enough for me. I prefer to write about romance and fun stuff. BUT, I will (and have) written about someone helping their s/o deal with the death of someone. I’ve lost a lot of people in my life and death asks just don’t sit well with me. 

* Really dark subjects are going to probably be rejected. I don’t mind going dark on themes, but I come to my writing blogs to have fun and have a reason to make people smile. However, as a writer, I like a challenge now and again to take a walk on the darker side of human emotions, so please don’t hesitate to ask for something, but do be aware that I reserve the right to give a pass to anything I don’t feel comfortable writing.

* One dark subject I won’t touch is jealousy, I don’t like writing about extreme jealousy. It’s a triggering issue for me and I will delete any ask that requests me to write about any character flipping out over being jealous.  

* All asks will go through my comfort filter. If I’m not comfortable with something, I either won’t write it or I’ll try to talk to you to modify your ask. I don’t ever want to be mean or disrespect someone’s choices. I am never going to judge anyone, I’m just not like that.

* Please DON’T repeatedly send in the same ask to me because I haven’t filled your request yet. Once it’s on the To-Do List, it’s going to be written. Asking me over and over is NOT going to get it written any faster. Sometimes I have a hard time with an ask and it may take longer for it to “speak” to me. PLEASE be patient. I will get them all done! :) 

I am here to have fun and interact with other AoT fans. You’ll find me easy-going and hopefully someone with a good sense of humor. Always and forever, love and hugs to all of you! <3

[mlmdarkfiction]

What characters do you write for that WOULD kill their partners?

I know you wanted an overall of all the fandoms on this blog, but like that a lot of work. if you want a specific fandom lemme know and I’ll do it! But for now I’m doing my ocs other yandere blogs get to talk abt their ocs and im jealous on main. I’m only doing the ones that are canon yandere/have yandere tendencies

uhhh please lemme know if you like this/are interested in me writing more for my ocs at some pointTag List: @datenightfright @sunshine-and-murderxbears

TW: Death, Violence, Necrophilia (In the Mimi fic only), suicidal ideation (Judas fic), 

Read Bellow:

Mimi: 

“Goodmorning babe.” 

She lifts the skull to her lips first thing, not even yet out of bed. It’s a kiss, genuine in it’s endeavor. You may be dead, but she’d keep your body parts. After all, she’d killed you to keep you with her. If you’d thought she was just going to let you, then you obviously knew nothing about her. 

It had been planned. She told you that she understood, that you didn’t love her anymore and she could accept that. But the minute you had turned to leave she had smashed her bat into the back of your head. 

It shattered the back of your skull. 

The death was quicker than she had expected. It also absolutely...lit something up inside of her. She’s not crazy, not by her own standards at least, but...something about smashing your skull watching the blood splatter against her favorite practice bat totally turned her on. 

In the moment she wasn’t proud of it. There’s absolutely something...not right about grinding your needy cunt against your dead partners face as their body cools, but she’s never come harder. 

“I have class,” She speaks to your skull, setting it down gently on her bedside table. Mimi is fully aware that you can’t speak back, she’s not crazy, but she likes to believe you’re there, watching her still. 

“But then I’ll come back and give you all the attention you missed out on while I was away, okay?”

Garma:

He’s not mad. He’s not. He’s not!

Why can’t you just love him back? 

“G-Garma?” Your voice comes out as nothing more than a frightened whimper. You could tell he was upset. You could always tell. Whether his face was blank of any emotion or not, his other worldly powers made how he was feeling obvious. Several times already you’d been forced to duck past as a chair or plate went flying across the room.

Living with Garma taught you why poltergeist hauntings were so feared.

It’s your voice that draws him out of it. All the previously floating items crash to the ground. “Baby! Baby. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” 

His hands press to your face, cupping it, and tilting it up until he presses his forehead against you. He’s cold to the touch. 

“Garma?...”

“Are you afraid of me?”

A chill runs down your spine.

His nails dig into your arms. “Are you?”“You’re hurting me...”Things are flying again suddenly. The last thing you remember seeing is a dark look in Garma’s eyes before something hits you hard. 

Judas:

“Judas-Put the gun down.”

It’s not uncommon that he gets like this, especially when drunk. An insecure man with access to guns and law enforcement. 

He wasn’t horrible, no. He may have kidnapped you, and forced you to stay with him, but...there was a lot of worse things that could have happened. Judas never forced himself onto you sexually, or even really at all. He understood that you were here against your will. All he’d said he wanted was to protect you. 

Although he seemed to be okay with your arrangement for the most part, him providing for you and keeping you trapped in his home, while you ignore his very existence, there were nights like this.

Nights when he’d come home shit faced drunk (How had he even made it home? He’s a cop does he really drink and drive?, shit faced and sad. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Judas is sobbing now, the pistol is pointed at himself, not at you. No, never at you. 

“I can’t keep you here, I shouldn’t have tried.”“Put the gun down.”

On the one hand your heart is leaping at his words. You want to leave, to go back to your normal life, but you don’t want Judas to kill himself. It maybe the stockholm syndrome speaking, but he’s not a bad person. He’s ill, incredibly mentally ill.

You don’t want him to die. You want him to get help. 

He’s ready to pull the trigger, you can see his resolve, and you act without thinking. You tackle him, your body crashing into his own, and clearly taking him by surprise. He’s bigger than you, and although you don’t actually knock him over, you surprise him enough that he drops the gun.

Neither of you were expecting it to go off.

Violet

Violet Antoinette is a monster. He may not have done anything directly to you, but you were so tired of his constant forced presence in your life. Practically every moment of your life he was there, either stalking you from the shadows, or actually speaking to you. Being so nice, acting so normal.

You’re so fucking tired of him.

No one understands. Everyone’s on his side!

 “Violet wouldn’t hurt a fly!” “Violet’s so nice!” “He must just really like you!”

You hate them all.

And there he is. The worst of all the enablers to Violet’s disgusting behavior, his older brother Blue.  He’s getting in his truck, no doubt on his way to see his little maggot of a brother, but you get to him first, taking him off guard. 

You slam him hard into the wall. 

“Take control of your little freak.” There’s a flash of recognition, followed by anger in the older Antoinette’s eyes. He stares you down unafraid of your hand around his throat. 

“I don’t want to see him following me anymore, I don’t want his gifts, or his phone calls. I want him to leave me alone.” Blue only responds by spitting in your face.

“You’re fucking disgusting!” 

It’s a scream, and you release him. He hits the ground hard, panting for breath as you wipe away the unwanted body fluid. 

But then all at once, Blue starts to laugh. You turn to him, confused, giving a hard kick to his ribs from your higher position. “What the fuck are you laughing at?”

Whatever answer Blue gives you don’t hear. You’re grabbed suddenly by the hair, face connecting with the concrete alley wall soon after. 

You’re already feeling dizzy, fighting to even stay conscious as you attempt to free yourself. Your attacker stops suddenly, flipping you around to face them. 

It’s Violet in the flesh. His mismatched eyes no longer holding and semblance of unhealthy puppy love they usually have in your presence, no they’re cold. His eyes are dead eyes.“Violet please-”

You beg through the blood filling your mouth, despite the ache in your skull. He doesn’t respond to your begging.

“I love you. You wouldn’t do this right? You love me too.”

“You love me?”

“Yes! Yes Violet, I love you.” 

You would say anything at this point for survival. Violet had never been violent with you before, never showed any signs of it, and now that you’re stuck at his mercy you’re realizing for the first time just how strong he is. 

“That sucks.”

“What-”

“Bro’s before hoes.”

There’s a knife. You hadn’t noticed it, but now you certainly did as it cuts through the air lodging itself in your neck. Violet’s laughing, it’s the only other sound as you gurgle and choke to death on your own blood. 

It doesn’t take long for you to bleed out. It’s almost as if Violet knew the right place to cut.

“Vi?...”

Blue stands to his full height, gently reaching out for his little brother. Violet’s still laughing, staring down at the corpse, occasionally removing the knife only to plunge it weakly into the flesh again. 

“Come on Vi,”

He reaches for the knife, taking it from Violet’s hand, and then all at once there’s a change. Violet looks to his brother with a sheepish smile.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Now that he’s lucid Violet’s the concerned one. Fretting over Blue like a worried mother. 

The mistake you made was treating Blue badly, you see, Violet doesn’t care if you’re mean to him, but he won’t allow anyone to hurt his brother.

[controliisms]

Is your Dazai a yandere? He seems to come off that way in posts and I don't know if it was intentional or not.

i originally hadn’t put much thought into this ask when i first received it earlier on today. however, upon researching the topic and asking a few friends here in the community who may have written a bit with the darker, creepier side of this muse, we eventually came to the conclusion that yes, this dazai could be considered at least partly a yandere. there will be an explanation analysing dazai’s behaviour and putting it against some common trends found in this type of character under the cut: all the normal warnings apply for this kind of topic! if you have any further questions, im me or ask me!

first, here is the definition of the word ‘yandere’ which i will be using: 

yandere: a fictional character who fits the archetype of being genuinely romantic, loving, kind, merciful, sweet and gentle, but is at the same time brutal, psychotic or deranged in behaviour. the psychotic tendency can be both sudden and ever-present. often used for both comedic and dramatic displays of character. 

this is the definition i am basing this off. now let’s look at dazai’s behaviour. for this slight analysis/headcanon, i’m going to be using dazai and chuuya’s relationship as an example, as it is the relationship on this blog that has probably been written and developed the most. however, i will also be pulling actions from threads between dazai and ojoku.  to explain dazai’s behaviour, i will also pull excerpts from threads with those two characters. below, i’m going to list the common traits of a yandere character, and i will pull up examples of dazai’s behaviour underneath them, and compare. 

please note, some of these excerpts may be from discord threads. 

1. possess an unhealthy infatuation or love for one certain person; 

this one is fairly simple to fulfil. dazai already has unhealthy attachments to both chuuya and ojoku, as i’ve mentioned above. i don’t really think we need to analyse this point too much, really. dazai’s attachment in general is very unhealthy, as as i’ve mentioned in a previous headcanon ask, ‘ once someone has his heart, he’s utterly devoted in every way ‘. while this might sound cute, it really isn’t once you have a closer look at dazai’s behaviour. for example, it has been mentioned in discord chats that dazai is almost unhealthily obsessed with ojoku, refusing to let him go out with chuuya alone. this behaviour eventually spirals into more toxic behaviour. as well as this, there have been multiple mentions of dazai ‘ refusing to leave chuuya’s side. ’ this, again, is due to an unhealthy type of love: dazai has to be where his significant other is at all times because he loves them so much. 

2. ‘sweet’ or ‘cute’ on the outside; can become enraged if certain conditions are met;

let’s take a look at a recent ask reply for this one. the ask i will be pulling from can be found here. when dazai even thinks there’s the possibility of chuuya being flirted with/flirting with somebody that isn’t him, it’s like a switch has been flipped. here’s an excerpt from before the incident: ‘ it had seemed like it was going to be a normal night. dazai had gone to get them both drinks ’. that seems like a rather normal activity when you’re at a club or a bar, right? now let’s look at dazai’s thought process and his behaviour after noticing somebody’s flirting with chuuya : ‘ dazai excuses himself from the conversation, leaving both the drinks he had originally gotten on the table next to them and telling the person he was feeling a little too drunk to be continuing any kind of important conversation ( when he wasn’t even tipsy. ) but he had other matters to deal with. ’ immediately, dazai drops what he is doing, and he’s no longer that happy and sweet person he had been before. we then see ‘ dazai sidles up next to the girl who’s flirting with chuuya, tipping a small something into a drink before swapping it with the girl’s. ’ dazai takes action without even assessing the situation because he’s angry at the possibility of someone taking chuuya away from him. then we get the final line ‘ there’s an apology then, only something small and a smile that’s reminiscent of a predator bearing it’s teeth. ’ we can see that the innocent facade we usually see on this dazai has vanished almost completely! he’s no longer that cute person we’re used to on here, because the conditions have been met, in this case, flirting with the object of his affections.

we later explored this anger in a discord thread, which led to this line. ‘ dazai growls and pushes the knife right up against chuuya’s throat. ‘why did you let her flirt with you, then?’ ‘ this is clearly anger now, and it’s more than just a small amount of ordinary jealous anger! dazai is openly threatening his partner in his annoyance. 

3. often carries a weapon; 

we know from being in the mafia that this dazai would definitely carry weapons around, though i’d also like to draw you to a small detail in that previous ask response, which is this: ‘ she’s already as good as gone dazai knows, as he tucks the small bottle of a well known, fast-acting poison into his pocket. ’ dazai had brought something other than his usual weapons to that club. he claims it was for a business deal, but where was the business partner then? why would they have been drinking if he was there for a business deal? dazai had brought that poison there for that very reason. it’s discreet, and lets him get rid of people who are interfering with his and chuuya’s relationship immediately, without drawing attention to either of them.

similarly, dazai carries around a small blade in his belt, which, during his relationship with ojoku, he uses to threaten him several times. 

4. wants to be the only person in their loved one’s life; 

dazai has been cutting people out of chuuya’s life in his main verse simply by being around him so often. he’s controlling, using his jealousy as a way to get chuuya to stay away from other people. his murderous tendencies would make people stay away from chuuya too, in case they got caught up in that. he allows kouyou to stay in this case because he knows that would cause more trouble than it’s worth with chuuya. however, this doesn’t necessarily mean at some point he won’t attempt to persuade chuuya to stay away from kouyou - because he will. 

with ojoku, it has been discussed that dazai’s main issue is chuuya. in this case, ojoku has to protect chuuya, and in order to do that, clearly spends a lot of time with him. dazai takes control of that by claiming this means ojoku ‘doesn’t love him’ or ‘is in love with chuuya’. this is a form of emotional manipulation intended specifically to stop ojoku from spending time with chuuya, or to force him to make a clear choice between who he prefers - which, in normal relationships, is both unfair and unreasonable. yet dazai does it without second thought. when that doesn’t work, dazai takes a more violent approach: threatening both ojoku and chuuya in order to get them to give in to his demands. 

6. break the law through actions such as murder, specifically when they see the target as a ‘romantic rival’.

we’ve clearly seen dazai murder that girl in the club who was flirting with chuuya. he did it without even assessing the situation beforehand – as soon as dazai thought there was somebody with romantic rivarly, he sprang into action and killed her immediately. later, in the aftermath of this, he tells chuuya this, ‘ i think you’re beginning to understand that i own you. body and soul. you’re mine. ’ dazai essentially murdered a completely innocent girl just because she was too drunk to realise that chuuya was turning her down! it’s clear from this excerpt that he also cares very little for what he’d done. 

7. can often act violently towards their loved one; can even end up killing them.

we’ve seen dazai press knives up to both ojoku and chuuya’s throats, and though he didn’t kill either of them ( yet ), he did actually harm chuuya. luckily chuuya didn’t mind, but let’s have a quick summary: as a stated in the tags of another post talking about dazai and unhealthy behaviour, dazai straight up cut his name into chuuya’s skin, probably deep enough to scar like that. and he knew what he was doing. this violence isn’t something we’d normally associate with a healthy relationship in our society by any means, and yet dazai has no issues doing it without even asking if it was okay first. 

as for ojoku, he gets off a little easier with this one. dazai can’t physically touch him in their mainverse, as ojoku is an extension of chuuya’s ability, but he does threaten chuuya, which in turn is a threat to ojoku. he does hold a knife to ojoku’s skin, and if given a reason, he would definitely harm ojoku with that knife without any guilt. on top of this, it has been discussed that in order to hurt ojoku, dazai may purposefully nullify him, especially if romantic rivals are around. 

8. shows no remorse or regret over what they have done; sees it as justified.

dazai is amoral. it’s a large part of his character even in the canon series, and it’s pointed out with what oda says to him in canon before he dies: ‘ neither good nor bad mean much to you, i know, ’ this only solidifies the idea that dazai doesn’t know the difference between what would usually be considered ‘good’ and what would usually be considered ‘bad.’ therefore he is far less likely to feel guilt over committing any number of crimes, and so the murder of potential romantic rivals or toxic behaviour towards his significant other is no different.

8. likes to ‘mark’ their partners through violence or sexual means; 

we already have a lot of evidence from this, mainly from dazai and chuuya’s romantic relationship. it has been mentioned time and time again that dazai has an unhealthy addiction to marking chuuya’s neck until it’s literally covered in bruises. this, plus, as mentioned before, he carved his name into chuuya’s skin. if that doesn’t count as marking, i’m not sure what does, honestly!

these are clearly just a few points i could have covered here, but i’ll summary. dazai is not a very good person to be involved with, romantically or otherwise. he latches on to people and won’t let go with his affection, to the point where it may even be draining for people to be around him. it can be incredibly difficult to get along with him, too. though dazai can be very sweet and cute, i can assure you there is a far creepier side to his character that i barely explore on here, but desire to do so in the future!

[sombreboy]

Mused obsession (1)

Written by @sombreboy​ as Jungkook & @chimoona​​ as Jimin Banner by @carly-bean-blog​​

[ masterlist ]

⇢Explicit (18+) ⇢Pairing: Jungkook & Jimin ⇢Genre: yandere, smut, mxm ⇢Word count: 7.4k ⇢Ch.warnings: (Does sexual tension count?) None.

Industry famous Jeon Jungkook of GJK photography takes an interest in a model and up-and-coming fashion designer, Park Jimin. After an opportunity to study the man behind his trusty lens, he thinks he may have just found his new muse.

Jimin shifts in his chair to find a comfortable position. He’s about half an hour into hair and makeup and already itching to get in front of the camera. It’s day one of promo shots for a clothing line he’s actually passionate about—his own. He’d come far in his career, gaining traction for his unique look and alluring personality. Now it was time to get the recognition he deserved, as a model and a visionary. He powered through a couple solid years of being a nobody, doing whatever gig got his foot in the right door. Today is the beginning of his new chapter, a rebranding milestone. He only hopes he has the right crew to make his vision a reality. 

Jungkook is a famous photographer, widely known for his brand name ‘GJK’ within the industry. Having a photoshoot with him was rare to come by, not because he is difficult to reach, but because he is extremely picky with whom he works with. Only the best of the best gets his lens pointed at them, and it just so happens, Jungkook found Jimin among many possible clients to work with.

The fashion itself wasn’t exactly what Jungkook cared for, but he had to admit that it was eye catching, fresh, and modern. However, what truly caught JK’s eye was the man behind it all, Park Jimin. He looked deeper into who this man was, and was impressed with how he’d worked his way up from nothing to where he’s at now, Jungkook himself being a large stepping stone for the young man.

Kook could see himself in him in a way, having worked his way up by being dedicated to his hard work, and at his young age—being known as the highest profile photographer in the industry.

He’s busy, setting up the studio lighting, making sure his camera is in place before roaming the room, one hand held out as his staff brought him his banana milk. A guilty pleasure. He hates coffee—but loves overly sweet drinks.

‘‘Where’s Jimin? Shouldn’t he be here by now?’‘ JK glances at his staff, who bows in apology and makes their way to call for the model that it was time.

Jimin’s heart pounds in his chest at the shaky sound of his name being called by a spooked PA. 

“Showtime, Sir,” she mutters. “Mr. Jeon doesn’t like to be left waiting.” 

The makeup artist snaps to attention and gives a final spot-check for imperfections while the hairstylist fluffs his soft hair for a “just woke up” look. 

“Who’s running the show here?” Jimin asks quietly, feeling a little cocky, but not enough to ever say it in front of the high-profile photographer. The man makes him nervous, he hates to admit. He’s still trying to wrap his mind around how he scored Jungkook for his promo shoot, but didn’t think to ask out of fear he would back out. Jimin admires Jungkook’s tenacity and work ethic, despite being the younger of the two. He had to make sure everything was perfect, knowing very well how he liked his subjects to be of visual perfection and grace. “Please tell him I’m on my way.”

Jungkook sighs when the PA comes back with the news, sipping his artificial drink with one hand firmly placed on his hip. His eyes roam the room, making sure everything is the way he wants it. Normally, the staff would do the work, but being picky as he is, he prefers to set everything up himself. That way, if something wasn’t up to par, it was all on him.

‘‘Alright everyone, when he arrives, you know the rules. I want utter privacy.’‘

Jimin steps into the studio, dressed in his first look—a clean form-fitted blazer and tight black jeans, paired with genuine leather ankle boots. He didn’t want gaudy accessories but couldn’t resist slipping slim silver rings over his delicate fingers to match his signature silver hoops. His public persona until this point has been very bubbly and light—the typical boy next door. Now he wants to flip the industry on its head and feature an aesthetic of dark neutrals with metallic accents.

He was too busy smoothing over his blazer as he approached Jungkook to realize it was just the two of them. When he looks up, he notices just one set of eyes staring back. No PAs, no stylists. Just the undivided attention of Jungkook as he sipped his sugary milk. 

“Oh—uh...hello, Jeon. I appreciate you taking on this project at such short notice,” he nods politely, reaching out a hand to shake. “Is the staff off for lunch? Will they be returning?” 

Jungkook glances down at Jimin’s delicate hands, observing the small rings adorning them. He was a man of detail, taking notice of every single piece the elder was wearing, the colours, even how every strand of his hair was placed. Letting his gaze dissect the man for a moment, still sipping his drink, he finally releases the straw with a pop as he reaches out to take the smaller hand in his. Call him rude, or maybe socially awkward, but instead of a normal handshake, he simply pulls the hand closer to his face to inspect the jewelry.

‘‘No, I asked them to leave.’‘ Jungkook simply states before releasing Jimin’s hand, ‘‘I prefer to work with my clients in privacy.’‘

Jimin swallows audibly, watching the photographer as he inspects his hand. He didn’t find it odd that he was engrossed in his appearance, however, a shiver ran down his spine at Jungkook’s reply. A new wave of anxiety washes over him at the revelation they were alone and would remain that way for the duration of the shoot. 

“I, uh, I see,” he says, eyes roaming over the younger’s meticulous setup. “You never cease to amaze me, Jeon. You think you can handle this all on your own?”

With one eyebrow raised, Jungkook tilts his head as his eyes travel back up to meet Jimin’s.

‘‘Do I think I can handle this on my own?’‘ He repeats softly, a smile pulling on the corners of his lips. He brings the straw back into his mouth before motioning with his hand for Jimin to follow him onto the set, pointing towards the spot which he wants the elder to stand on. He turns around, waiting for Jimin to follow his silent instructions.

In the back of Jimin’s mind he couldn’t help worrying how it would all turn out. He has a lot riding on this, yet he knows Jungkook is a man of his word. His portfolio is anything but defamatory and unprofessional. He truly is an artist of taste. On top of that, Jungkook’s calm and nonchalant attitude was surprisingly alluring, easy to follow. 

“I hired you for a reason,” Jimin replies, belated, “I trust your judgement.” After stepping on his marker, Jimin takes in the ironed backdrop and pristine lighting structure. Jungkook seems to be more than prepared without assistance, which puts him at ease. 

Jimin falls into his role of model, standing in contrapposto with his shoulders held back proudly. “How would you like me?” he asks, staring into the photographer’s dark umber eyes. They caught him by surprise, how focused they were on his every movement.

Jungkook’s eyes never wavered from him, observing every single movement of his. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t entranced by the elegance that oozed off of the elder. His movements were so delicate, as if every step had purpose. It made him smile.

‘‘Just stay like that.’‘ Kook threw his finished drink to the side before getting behind the camera, able to properly focus on every detail through the lense as he adjusts his angle. The man in front of him is photogenic, that’s for sure. He’s gorgeous. Before Jimin was even ready for the shoot to begin, the sound of the camera going off a couple times echoed; JK withdrew a bit to check how the first series of photos turned out with a content expression.

This is one way that he likes to do it to warm up, to see how the model would react to his sudden actions. Would they be anxious? Would they get mad? Or something completely different?

Jimin pushes his hair back with his ring-clad hand, getting lost in the moment. It’s flattering to see just how eager Jungkook is to begin. Granted, his rapid test shots are more than he’s used to. He’s always ready to adapt to a new situation. 

He runs through his series of standard poses, leaning into them harder because it seems to please the younger man. If he’s enthusiastic about the process, Jimin is positive it will shine through in the final product. 

“How is it turning out?” 

Jungkook removes the camera from the tripod stand he originally intended to use, staring down at the screen on his camera while flipping through the images,

‘‘It’s okay.’‘ He nods to confirm his own words, checking before bringing the camera back up in front of his face and snapping another photo of Jimin while he was speaking. He went back into his own world of checking his latest photograph, a nodding hum in thought as he stared at it. 

‘‘The camera loves you.’‘ 

As Jungkook thought, this man truly was photogenic, and the fact that he knew how to be on camera only made the photos more beautiful. Even if he wasn’t prepared for his latest shot, it turned out to be his favourite photo of them all. His eyes fell back on the elder before he spoke. 

‘‘Grab that chair and sit on it, please.’‘

The flash of Jungkook’s camera caught Jimin off guard while he was mid-speak, but it must have turned out well. It brought a smile to Jungkook’s face as he stared down at his display screen, endearing bunny teeth peeking out from his rosy lips. He must be going for a specific style, trying to capture the feel of his clothing in a candid moment. 

God, he really is a genius. 

At Jungkook’s command, Jimin pulls over a chair and sits on it, draping his arm over the back casually.

Jungkook approaches by a few steps, crouching on the floor as he points his camera towards Jimin. This time he gives him an opportunity to be ready for the photo. However, before snapping the photo, he whispers out a few words with his sweet voice.

‘’You’re a beauty,’’ –To trigger a reaction, whether it might be a smile, a face of shock, or a pair of furrowed eyebrows, he loves to spur expressions that weren’t simply a model’s pout. Of course, he would need a few photos like that, but this part of his session was his favourite. It was like a little game, and Jimin was fun to play with so far.

Jimin’s nerves skyrocket as Jungkook compliments him. He’s used to photographers giving praise, but this felt very intimate as the younger’s voice was sweet and seductive. Then again, he probably just read the gesture incorrectly. Jimin is beautiful and he knows it well. It shouldn’t feel odd to hear those words pass Jungkook’s lips. Jimin stares back at him wide-eyed, mouth parted, trying to calm his nerves. 

Why is Jeon making him so nervous?

“Uh, t-thank you,” Jimin replies weakly. He looks around the room to read the crew’s expressions but is quickly reminded that he’s all alone, aside from the man on his knees, just a short distance away now. “That’s kind of you to say,” he confesses, cheeks warming. He swivels one of the silver rings around his finger until he can focus again. He’s probably reading too far into it.

Jungkook takes note of every little detail of Jimin’s expressions, movements, even the small stutter rolling off his plushy lips. It’s cute, he was definitely worth his time. He inches closer, getting a nice low angle of the beauty. The way the light bounces off the apples of the elders cheeks truly come into view, along with his small hoop earrings shining.

‘‘I bet there’s not a single angle you can’t pull off, Jimin.” He uses the model’s name casually, as he normally would any other client. But this time it felt a little more intimate, the way ‘Jimin’ felt on his tongue as he worded it out. He never wanted to stop saying it. However, there’s a job that needs to be done, whether he wants to play or not, so he continues to find various angles before standing back up. ‘‘Good job, now, let’s move on to the next look. Your stylists are waiting.”

Jimin hurriedly walks to the back room to change, a sigh of relief escaping his chest to see that the next outfit was laid out and ready. On his lean frame, it looked devastating. Head-to-toe worn black leather with silver trim and sparkling crystal accents, pulled together by a thin raw leather choker. “I almost want to steal it off your body,” the makeup artist comments, “it’s not fair you look this good!”

Jimin smiles back, fluffing his hair. “Maybe after the shoot. We need to get it on camera first.” 

The artist dabs a pretty red stain on his plushy lips and gives it a little gloss to shine under the lights. “He’s perfect,” the lead stylist confirms, waving off the others. She prompts him to enter the studio alone, which he does with confidence. 

His boots click on the hard floor, announcing his presence. He found himself expectant of how Jungkook would react.

Jungkook changed up the lighting a bit, dimming it ever so slightly to get a darker effect, knowing Jimin’s next theme would be something a little sexier. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was just how well Jimin would pull off the look. But then again, he really should’ve been.

Kook’s eyes widen momentarily as he sees the elder stride in; the echoing sound of his boots giving his aura an amplified effect of power. It’s such a contrast to the previous outfit.

“Wooow,” Jungkook can’t help but let his jaw fall open with a smile, not hiding how impressed he is with the look, clapping his hands together in a childish manner, “I like it, I like it!..” His hands remain clasped, approaching Jimin to circle around him, inspecting everything from the diamonds to the small choker on his neck. Without hesitation, he reaches out to brush his fingers against the material.

Jimin hadn’t put much thought towards the banana milk, but the animated way Jungkook clapped at his arrival just added to the photographer’s rare childlike mannerisms. It counterbalances his stern professional side and warms Jimin to see. 

“My photographer approves?” Seems so, especially by the way the younger’s long fingers graze his choker, tickling his neck with goosebumps. “I’m pleased I could deliver.” His eyes scan the dim room to find his mark. “Where would you like me for this portion?”

Jungkook’s eyes subtly fall on Jimin’s lips—the glossy red looks really, really pretty on him. He was pretty sure Jimin could be a doll, prettier than every single male and female he’s ever worked with. A joy for his camera lens. 

Withdrawing his hand from the choker, he delicately grasps onto Jimin’s wrist with one hand and his camera in the other before he guides him towards the second area of the studio, prepared for the darker theme. It was prepared by a large window ledge, painted in black like the walls around that specific area to give it a gothic vibe. This was also the very reason he’d chosen for the shoot to be done late in the evening, as he did not want any sun from the outside while doing this certain photo. Call him meticulous, but he just wanted things to be done his way.

“Sit on the ledge.”

Jimin allows Jungkook to guide him by the wrist, gradually becoming comfortable with the tactile way he likes to work. Jimin does as he’s told and sits, crossing his legs to rest an elbow to his knee. 

“This really goes beyond what I expected, Jeon,” he says, neck craning to take in the entire scene. “Do you put this much detail into all your projects or am I just a special case?” He smiles at the younger, trying to lighten the mood before he transitions to his dark persona.

Jungkook brushes his dark locks away from his eyes, bringing the camera up to check the scene through his lens.

“If you’ve seen any of my work, you’d know.” He says with a low voice, aiming to keep the elder on his toes with his comments. Kook knows he’s of a higher profile, and sometimes that makes people act cautiously around him—he finds it hilarious. 

He snaps a few shots of Jimin, satisfied with how effortless his beauty is. These photos are almost erotic, and that was just by looking at his face.

“Slide the leather jacket down your shoulders and keep it that way,” Jungkook instructs once more. He had simple requests, but they changed the entire photo.

Jimin smirks at Jungkook’s comment. 

Cocky, isn’t he? 

Of course he’s familiar with his work—he’d be living under a rock if he wasn’t aware of Jungkook’s tastes. His change in attitude catches Jimin’s interest and pushes him to deliver facial expressions and casual poses he’s recognized as the photographer’s preference, using his knowledge to his advantage. When he’s asked to bare his shoulders, he does it seamlessly, letting the fragrant material rest against his biceps. 

There’s something about this outfit that brings out his confidence tenfold. He hasn’t even seen the photos but he can already hear the positive reviews from competing fashion critics. In this setting he feels now more than ever that it’s his time to shine. 

“Is this edgy enough?” He asks, knowing Jungkook would be the right one to judge. With affirmation shining in his eyes, Jimin is ready to show the world what he’s capable of.

“Bite your lip.” He instructs again, a smile on his lips as he manages to get some really, really, gorgeous shots. 

This guy is ethereal. 

As the elder did as instructed, it sort of did give Kook a sense of…power. He’d never actually admit it though, it would be unprofessional… But, he likes this. He hasn’t enjoyed a photoshoot as much as he’s enjoyed this one—probably ever. He really doesn’t want the session to end.

But like any other, it was bound to happen. 

It’s late. So, Jungkook finishes off his last closeup of the choker part of his outfit before letting his camera fall, caught by the band attached around his neck. His eyes are glued to Jimin, a content sigh pushing through his lips, 

“That’s a wrap. We’re done for today.”

~~~

Back in the dressing room, Jimin peels himself out of his clothing, reflecting on the day. He’s positively elated by the way everything turned out, desperate to get on to the next set and see what Jungkook prepared for him. After experiencing the younger’s 5-star treatment, he knows he made the right decision in hiring him. A seasoned photographer like Jungkook was exactly what his team needed. He only hopes the feeling is mutual, and gets a sense that perhaps it was. 

“You’re a beauty”— Jungkook’s own words repeat in his mind over and over, making his heart throb at the memory. The praise meant a lot coming from his lips, not only because of his prestige but because he too was incredibly beautiful. It probably wasn’t the wisest thing to think of his photographer, but he couldn’t help noticing. Tonight, he doesn’t think he’ll get much sleep, too excited for the next round.

The feeling is indeed mutual, Jungkook feels so satisfied with how his photos turned out, unable to contain the way his body almost vibrated with excitement while he was seated in the studio. 

The staff slowly came back, breaking his previous privacy to ask how the photoshoot went. All Kook gives them is a wide grin, which definitely serves as more than enough of a response—considering the way he’s always been quite the odd guy.

Everyone slowly starts to wrap up and go home for the night, however Jungkook remains at the studio, already preparing for the morning by taking down the current setup. Everything is done with Jimin in mind. He won’t be able to sleep anyway, rarely does—if the dark circles adorning his eyes are anything to go by. 

Some would say it suits his look.

~~~

The next morning, Jimin started his day like any other, but with more urgency. He took a brisk shower and awakened his smooth skin with a coffee mask and soothing cream. There really was no room for error, and Jimin felt the pressure mounting, knowing that the studio was already set and waiting for his arrival. It didn’t help that his morning copy of Fashion Times magazine had the largest photo of Industry Genius Jeon Jungkook staring deadpan into the lens as if to say “My time is money. I’m waiting.”

~~~

Having a session during the evening and continuing the following morning could be seen as hectic, but to Jungkook, it’s perfect. He can’t imagine having to wait longer than necessary to work with Jimin again.

Slowly, staff came early to help with the rest of the preparations—not that it needed much, Kook had done it all by himself during the night. 

He starts his routine with a drink—the sugary mixture—his favourite way to start off the morning as the PA places it in his hand.

“Jeon, did you even get any sleep? Your eyes…” The PA hesitantly asks, worried for his health more than anything.

“I’m great,” Jungkook ignores the question, a content smile on his face as he brings the straw to his mouth. He gives a thumbs up towards the PA, “Thank you for the drink… Also, when is Jimin coming?” He glances down at the expensive clock adorning his wrist. He was getting impatient, even if Jimin technically had time left to get ready.

Jimin appeared at the makeup artist’s station fresh-faced with an iced Americano and fluffy hair. He sat and let her work her magic as he caffeine reinvigorated his muscles. 

His first look was going to be on the soft yet sultry side—eyes framed with a slightly smudged layer of eyeliner and wisps of peachy pink eyeshadow. It would compliment the lighter spectrum of his collection, with touches of stark white juxtaposing the reoccurring dark neutrals and metallics.

In his mind it represents his old self and the self he hopes to be. The patterns and shades don’t clash—they create depth to his character. He can hear the wardrobe stylists fawn over his first outfit as they steam the fabric to perfection, giving him the boost of confidence he needs to approach Jungkook’s set. If yesterday was any indication of the photographer’s commitment to the project, Jimin was in for a shock. 

Jungkook is on his second drink by now; the sugar is very much needed after all the hard work he spent figuring out the set for the first outfit. To start, he wanted to keep it plain and simple, a metallic background to put the focus on Jimin entirely. But– no, it wasn’t good enough. Now, the idea he went for wasn’t revolutionary per se, but the way he set it up could be. He prepared a separate, smaller room by decorating every single inch with mirrors in different angles. Ceiling? Mirrors. Walls? Mirrors. Floor? You got the jist of it. Mirrors.

Kook had an additional idea, but he wasn’t sure whether or not to go for it yet. He wanted Jimin to shatter the glass– but he wouldn’t make the elder do it if it was deemed too much.

The younger was excited, anxious to see how Jimin would pull off his next look. It was almost unhealthy, the way the JK already felt like there was nothing else he could think of than Park Jimin and his beauty.

‘‘Noona!’‘ Jungkook whined as he strolled out of his mirrored room to find the staff, ‘‘Time?’‘

The way he whines is almost childish, however, the PA used to it. She knows this means his patience is running low, but merely out of excitement. His dark circles indicate hard work, and he wants to finish what he started.

“He’s on his way, Jeon.”

Just then, Jimin’s familiar footfalls echo off the studio walls. 

“Just this way,” another PA instructs him, bringing him into Jungkook’s view. “Follow him into the mirrored room. That’s where you’ll begin.” Jimin nods and follows him into the small room, intrigued by her words. He wasn’t sure what she meant, but it really was a mirrored room—top to bottom, mirrored fragments, deliberately placed. 

“Oh my—�� It was all he could muster, overcome with wonderment, seeing every angle of himself in the blink of an eye. “H-how did you—“ He turns to face his photographer and instantly notices his sleep-deprived state. His shining doe eyes narrow under dark lids, still alert despite his lack of rest, but visibly affected. Did he sleep for even a minute last night? 

“Jeon, I’m breath-taken, honestly. This is just absolutely stunning.” He can’t stop looking at Jungkook as he inspects the room and can’t decide whether to comment on his appearance or carry on. He decides the latter, respecting his process.

Jungkook’s smile widens at the praise, his bunny-like front teeth on full display, nose scrunched up, “Thank you.”

He moves to shut the door behind Jimin before placing his hand on the small of his back, guiding him towards the wall. Kook’s eyes wander over the puzzled pieces of glass, doe eyes sparkling at the sight. He turns his attention towards Jimin, his smile falling back into a more neutral expression.

“This is a very special shoot, Jimin. This will be the breakthrough concept. But you have to trust me…” Kook pauses to sip the last of his drink, shaking it lightly to confirm that it was indeed empty. “Do you trust me?”

Jimin nods. The words ‘breakthrough concept’ is exactly what he wanted to hear. He’s dying to know what the visionary has in mind, and almost thinks to order a banana milk for himself to keep up with his pace. 

“I trust you,” he confirms. “Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”

Jungkook’s hand reaches to brush a stray hair away from Jimin’s forehead, putting it properly in place before grabbing the camera that was hanging around his neck.

“Okay. First, I need you to look at the ceiling, at yourself, with sadness and frustration.” He takes a few steps back, angling the camera to his liking. “Then, you can improvise if you’d like… A few of these shots are needed. When we’re done, we will move on to the climax of the concept.” He peeks over his camera to make sure Jimin is keeping up with his instructions—a smile on his lips growing when, of course, Jimin kept up. He was made for this and followed Kook’s orders perfectly.

There’s not a moment of hesitance from Jimin as he falls into a rhythm. It was odd at first, looking at himself, seeing his own expressions as they formed on his face. Sadness, frustration, shock, anger—it was all for the climax he patiently awaited. 

He caught Jungkook’s pleased smile in his peripheral and knew his plan was falling into place. As odd as the photographer seemed, he exuded a sense of comfort and understanding that Jimin hadn’t felt in any of his other partnerships. 

He discovered exactly what Jimin wanted with very little direction, almost expounding upon a base concept and unfurling it like a flower. Jimin got on his knees, arched his back, contorted his body to discover disjointed versions of himself that made the clothing pop. When he was finished, he looked up at Jungkook with tiny droplets of sweat gliding down his bare neck. 

“How did I do?”

Jungkook almost had a dumb look on his face. He was in such deep focus, observing the small droplets of sweat glistening on Jimin’s flawless skin. His grip tightened around his camera without realizing, veins popping underneath his tattooed skin.

“Beyond expectations,” He finally replies. His tone might’ve seemed too neutral, but he meant it. Slowly, he starts walking towards the door to leave the room, but before he does so, he glances over his shoulder at the elder.

“Short breather. I’m gonna grab what we need for the next part. ...Want something to drink?”

Now was his chance—“Banana milk,” he replies, breathlessly. He had never tried the stuff. Never had the desire. However, the way the younger sucked it down made him more than curious to try. “I’m parched.”

Jungkook nods, a little surprised that Jimin would want banana milk. It’s a very sweet drink, and every single one of his staff often questioned how he could drink such ‘pure artificial sugary crap’—of course, not to his face.

He left the room, leaving Jimin by himself for a few minutes as he approached the mini fridge placed in the middle of the mess of his things, filled with his favourite beverage. He grabs two, whistling casually while grabbing the prop he needed for the next step in his photoshoot...A sledgehammer.

This was going to be the best part of it all.

Jimin stands to his feet and walks over to one of the mirrored walls. He dabs at his glistening sweat, readying himself for the grand finale. He almost stepped away to ask for a touch up from the makeup artist but heard Jungkook approach the doorway. A chill of excitement cooled his burning blood at the sound of a metallic clang.

Jungkook waltzes in with a smile, the two beverages in his hand and a sledgehammer in the other. His muscles strain, veins popping on his lower arm as the muscles flex. He carefully places the tool on the floor, letting it lean against the wall before approaching Jimin, handing him the banana milk.

“I’m surprised you asked for this drink, anybody else would simply ask for an iced americano.” But he was pleasantly surprised, nonetheless, curious as to what the elder would think of his favourite thirst quencher. He didn’t pay attention to how it probably looked when he walked in with a...hammer, but he surely will be anticipating the response when he finally asks him what to do with it.

Jimin swallows his first sip and shivers when the artificial flavour hits his taste buds. 

“It’s great,” he lies, “love this stuff.” 

He took another sip and let the creamy liquid pool in his mouth, beginning to savour the sweetness. It would take some getting used to, but he was already beginning to feel the effects. Just like the photographer, it grew on him. 

He’d become so engrossed in the beverage that he didn’t even process the sledgehammer Jungkook heaved into the room. In fact, he was a little too distracted by the younger’s strength to notice what he was carrying. The way his muscles flexed did not go unnoticed by the model. Not at all. 

“Wha—,” He chokes, swallowing another mouthful. “What’s the hammer for?”

Jungkook was emptying his drink at an inhuman speed, the slurpy noise of him sucking the straw until every last drop is gone serving as a childish reply until he puts it to the side with a lopsided smile,

“That depends if you’re willing to do it,” He counters, keeping the mystery for a mere moment. He’s intrigued, excited to see what Jimin would do about it. He seems strong enough to handle it, but just in case he’d picked a slightly less heavy version of the tool. Kook approaches the hammer once more, picking it up with one hand before bringing it over to the elder,

“I want you to hold it up, like this,” He grabs the hammer with both hands, demonstrating the motions of swinging the tool, ‘‘And shatter the mirrors!’‘

He turns back to Jimin, offering the sledgehammer for him to take.

“It will be extraordinary. What do you say?’’

Jimin takes the tool into his hands, feels the weight of it, turns it over and inspects it closely. His upper body strength isn’t matched to Jungkook’s but the hammer is light enough to swing, even for him. It seems a little dangerous, but what kind of impact would this project have if it didn’t involve a bit of danger? Jimin took a couple practice swings to make sure he was capable. Once he’s comfortable with the motion, he smiles at the photographer for confirmation—“Get ready, Jeon.”

He’s almost vibrating with sugar-fueled energy, harnessing it to throw the first blow. He jumps back and watches the mirrored shards fly across the room. It’s…liberating. He starts to feel weightless, drunk on power as he swings the hammer, posing between blows. Down to the floor, against the wall and back down to the floor. He demolishes the room until he’s completely exhausted, on his knees, sweat gleaming off his angelic face.

Jungkook didn’t utter a single word throughout, merely fixated on the moment, snapping image after image of the scene unfolding in front of him. He was in complete awe, as if in a trance. Jimin was absolutely perfect for this, and it went beyond his expectations, above anything he could’ve ever imagined. The glass flying as it shattered, surrounding Jimin like glitter—sparkling due to the flash of Kook’s camera.

As Jimin sank down to the floor, this was the absolute perfect ending to the collection, the elder shining in sweat, cheeks glistening with his eyes closed, a complete divine angel captured on camera. Jungkook had to put his camera down when he was finished and adore the scenery with his bare eyes, roaming the room with his gaze until they fell back on Jimin with a lopsided smile.

“Felt good, didn’t it?”

It felt...he feels... Jimin can’t put it into words. His hands shake from the adrenaline coursing through his veins; heart beating in his ears. He wants to feel like this every day—high on endorphins, full of courage. He nods in agreement, eyes still closed. 

“You’re a fucking genius, Jeon Jungkook.” That’s how he felt. Every bit of effort the younger put into this project only made Jimin more drawn to him. 

When he pushed him out of his comfort zone, it only solidified an inseparable bond Jimin began to feel forming. He opens his eyes and looks up at the photographer, matching his smile with a dazzling one of his own. 

“May I see the photos?” If they turned out as well as he imagined they would, there’s no way he’s letting him go.

Jungkook smirks at the praise, approaching the elder as he towers above him, eyes still just as fixated on the blonde. From this angle…Jimin is almost delicious…no, he definitely is. Shrugging his thoughts away, he offers a hand to help the man below him to get back up on his feet.

“Follow me then, we can sit outside of this room, because—well, glass.” He smiles, guiding Jimin with him with one hand, camera in the other to guide them towards the couch that had served as a prop. He slouches down on the soft cushion without second thought and pulls the camera up, flipping all the way back to the very beginning where Jimin had just walked into the room—photos that weren’t part of the shoot. Just, the look of wonder and awe in the elders' eyes was too good not to capture. “Come sit.”

Stick tacky with sweat, Jimin pulls off his jacket and slings it over the couch arm. He takes a seat next to Jungkook and leans in close to see the screen. His heart rate maintains a strong pace as he’s a little distracted by their proximity. He focuses his attention as the younger begins flipping through the camera and gasps, gawking at the shots of him walking onto the set. 

“I didn’t even think of doing a behind-the-scenes!” Even off-set, the photo composition is pure art—light illuminating his face and clothing stunningly. He leans in closer to see the fine details, balancing his hand on the younger’s firm thigh. 

Jungkook presses his lips together tightly—Jimin wasn’t supposed to see those photos. Honestly, they were more for him than the actual shoot. He just really likes the way Jimin looks when he’s not aware of the camera...

“Yeah,” He breathes out, pretending that they were indeed for the shoot, relieved that the elder did see them as behind-the-scenes.

Once Jimin got closer, feeling his petite ring-clad hand on his muscular thigh, Jungkook’s breath stopped. He let Jimin look through the photos, mindlessly flipping through them for him. Kook’s focus was somewhere else entirely—fixated on how beautiful Jimin was this up close. 

Jungkook inhaled deeply through his nose, catching the scent of the elder; sweet, with a hint of the musk of a tiring session. It was stirring something inside of the younger that he knew was already there, an interest...A very intense interest.

“Jeon?” Jimin grips his thigh to get his attention, pressing his rings into the taut muscle. “Hey,” he laughs, eyes narrowing to focus on the screen, “Slow down, yeah?” 

Jungkook was cycling through the photos a little too quick for him to keep up. All Jimin could see was the first flash of his garment or a close-up of his face before they were onto the next set.

Jimin looks up at Jungkook and notices he’s barely even looking at the screen. His eyes keep wandering to Jimin, looking him up and down. Jimin’s eyes flick to his, then down to his lips which are bitten raw and parted. Jimin wets his lips at the sight, becoming all too aware of how close he is and how hot he feels under the photographer’s gaze. 

“Jungkook…what’s wrong?”

Jungkook’s dark eyes quiver as they meet Jimin’s, blinking hard once, then twice until he’s brought back down to reality. 

How is it that he is so enchanted by this man? It’s ridiculous. 

Kook bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the blonde’s rings digging into his thigh did nothing but feed into his growing infatuation with the man. Because that’s what this is, right? Infatuation? It must be.

“N-nothing, nothing’s wrong…” He stutters out his words, gripping onto his camera as he skips to the last scene, trying to avert the question any further. The images are of the mirrors surrounding the angelic model just moments before he shattered them. Kook leans in closer to Jimin to show him properly, his own smile growing at the perfect visuals. “What do you think of these?”

Even in their raw format, Jimin falls in love with the photos. The multi-dimensional element that the mirrors provided made it look as if he was appearing and disappearing at the same time. It wasn’t until he began smashing the mirrors that Jimin came into focus as one complete person, surrounded by fallen shards. 

“They’re absolutely perfect,” he breathes, catching a glimpse of Jungkook’s shimmering eyes. His lithe body presses against Jungkook as he studies the final shot. He feels him inhale sharply at the contact, tensing even more. 

Based on how intimately the photographer captured him in those last moments of their set and how he stuttered earlier, Jimin gets the sense he may be teasing the kid. It wasn’t his intention; he can’t help the way he looks. He also can’t help the way Jungkook looks—childlike innocence, masked by deep lust. 

“Do I make you nervous?” Jimin asks, plump lips curling to a timid smile.

The grasp around his camera tightens, and he’s sure that if the material wasn’t of such quality, it would burst like an apple in his hands. A short breath pushes through his lips; a breath he wasn’t even aware of holding until Jimin’s smile forced it out of him,

“No…” Jungkook isn’t nervous, but he won’t easily admit his growing attraction to the elder. Flustered, perhaps? Or, something like it...

To continue to avoid the question, he turns off the camera and shuffles away a bit, giving himself the much needed space between their bodies. It’s too much, he isn’t used to feeling this gravitation towards somebody else.

“Good,” Jimin replies, smiling wider and straightening his damp white shirt. “You’ll need to have nerves of steel if you’re going to accompany me to my mini fashion show tomorrow.” He nips his bottom lip at how cute the photographer is being, shying away so quickly after his question. “I do hope you’ll come, it wouldn’t be the same without the infamous Jeon Jungkook.”

Jungkook straightens his posture, head turning to look at Jimin with raised eyebrows. Oh, right—he was informed about this, but he had almost forgotten. But only because he was informed about this before even meeting the angelic man next to him. Now, he definitely wouldn’t miss the chance of seeing this show,

“I’ll be there,” He simply confirms with a small smile. Before he’s able to say anything else, his PA approaches, telling the two of them that it’s time to wrap up. 

It was done, their partnership was done. Now, it was fine for the real work, Jungkook had to perfect the photos before sending them in. Even if, in his own opinion, they could be used in their raw state, he knows there are pieces that need to be polished into his perfection. 

He turns to Jimin once more as he stands. “You did great...It was a pleasure working with you.” 

And he hopes—no, he knows he has to do it again.

~~~

Later that evening, Jimin fusses over prep for the following day, moisturizing his flawless skin and pressing his suit for perfectly clean lines. It was going to be a short show, but the turnout was predicted to be A-class. The industry’s most trusted brand ambassadors secured seats to the event, not to mention a handful of fellow celebrities. He had to be fully prepared to present his line with passion and charisma—practicing in front of the mirror until he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

When his body couldn’t keep up with his mind, he flopped onto his bed half-clothed, drifting to sleep. Running the promo shoot and fashion show back-to-back was a tiring and somewhat unrealistic undertaking, but so was the rest of it. 

He wonders as he drifts to sleep, if perhaps the photographer would like to finish what they started. Maybe then he’d get to know the man behind the lens. 

Meanwhile, Jungkook was finally able to go home for the first time in days. It’s just the way he is, completely indulged and tunnel-visioned on work until it was finished. There’s nothing else that can possibly exist in his world until he feels satisfied. Now that this part of the job is over, he feels...empty, in a way. 

He wants to work with Park Jimin again. Just the thought of any other client seemed dull in comparison. 

After a long, well needed shower, he lays down in his grand bed and stretches his body out like a starfish with a content groan. 

The next morning he stood by his closet, humming in thought. He was definitely not going to miss out on Jimin’s fashion show, especially not when he was a big part of the upcoming collection. Not to mention, Jungkook knew that his presence would draw attention, and he wanted that. He wanted Jimin to get more recognition, and what better way to support this by simply showing up?

Jungkook figured he wanted to bring his camera. He surely could get some fantastic shots of Jimin—and the show! He took a long time of considering what to wear, almost texting his PA for help, but opting to simply do it himself. He ended up with...well, the obvious if Jungkook were the one picking his own outfit: Black dress shirt, black dress pants, black shoes—topped with a black suit jacket, embroidered with patterns of sparkling threads to give it a little dazzle.

He nodded, satisfied with what he saw, ruffling his mess of a hairstyle—dark curls flowing freely as he received the call that his car had arrived.

He couldn’t wait to see Jimin...

...and Jimin couldn’t wait to see him either. 

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