#like even in the scenario will didn't know and might feel even the slightest bit sad...

[webq84]

soft yandere classmate having first met you as he bumps into you in one of the school's hallways. you had your head down, your voice too soft and quiet that he didn't hear you apologizing to him before you quickly removed yourself from the situation, steering away from everyone like a plague so you won't bump into them.

soft yandere classmate who learned that you two were actually on the same class, sitting in front of you after the teacher chose your designated seats. he took one glance at you as he looked over his shoulders, and already sees you looking down again, avoiding making eye contact with anyone as you traced your finger around the wooden desk. though you tried to keep a stoic face, he could see how anxious you are through the way you would shake your leg while sitting.

soft yandere classmate who catches the way your face dropped in his peripheral vision as the teacher gives an activity that requires drawing, and it's quite obvious that you must have forgotten to bring it with you. but you were too shy, too scared to ask for help. he couldn't help it, and quietly lend you a pencil. it was his only pencil too, earning him a zero on his worksheet. but somehow, he knew it was worth it.

soft yandere classmate who helps you in small, different ways during classes especially when the teachers asked questions. he would moved a little and raised his hand, blocking you from the teacher's view so they won't have to pick you, knowing that even if you do know the answer, you'll simply be too nervous to give an answer and might just end up there standing awkwardly, waiting for the ground to swallow you whole as everyone anticipates in silence. the whole scenario will be too much for someone like you.

soft yandere classmate who turns around and sits backwards on his chair to attempt to engage in a conversation with you. it was definitely difficult at first, your voice being so quiet that he sometimes have you repeat what you just said, his heart a little heavy when he does so. it will definitely take a while to have you grow comfortable around him, but when you attempted to make a small joke one day, his eyes lit up, knowing that he's making progress.

he instantly shuts down any bullying from your classmates. they don't try to approach you anymore, but they also don't try bothering befriending you. this extends to everyone outside of your school, subtly threatening anyone who makes you even the slightest bit of uncomfortable, glaring at the person who's taking your order as he stands in front of you when you kept stuttering, trying to make them hear what your order is after they had you restate it a couple of times despite you trying your hardest to raise your voice.

although he is making progress in your slowburn friendship, you two are still not quite close yet that you'd try to initiate a conversation with him. it has to be him who talks to you first or you won't be talking to him at all. soft yandere classmate wanted to change that without having to force you.

soft yandere classmate who found you one day underneath a bridge. worried, he stayed to find out what were you doing on such a place, eyes darkening at the thought of a bully forcing you to come here even after he's made it loud and clear for everyone about the consequences, only to see you crouching down in front of a small opened box with a tiny cute kitten on the inside, meowing softly upon seeing you.

he could feel his heart melting as he watched you interact with it, your usually aloof face covered with a sweet smile as you feed and played with the small feline. he could hear you talking to it, telling it about your day. his heart jumping a little mentioned him. he continued to observed from afar, noting how you seem to get along more with animals than with your fellow peers. eventually, he decided to make his presence known, slowly approaching from behind to join you and the small bundle of fluffball.

you were surprised at first when he crouched down beside you, but you were quick to relax as you were beginning to get used to his presence. you said your hi's and hello's before a brief moment of silence befall the two of you. it was like the small kitten in front of you made every thought inside your head disappear as you start the conversation, asking him what he's doing here. he felt a little nervous before answering, trying not slip up his little secret that he was stalking you.

it starts off with a small question at first, but soon you begin talking more and more, and before he knew it, soft yandere classmate is now just smiling softly as he listens to you ramble to him, from troublesome homeworks to the very kitten who you are currently petting and stroking on it's cute little head.

he learned a lot of things about you in those few minutes, and he couldn't be more happier. he learned that you couldn't keep any pets at your home, forbidden by your strict parents, and how you wanted to give the kitten a name despite it all. what you didn't know, is that you gave your classmate a sweet little idea.

soft yandere classmate who told you that he will help you pick it's name, and take care of it back at his home. and how nice he is, as he added that you can come over to his house anytime you like to visit it!

once everything is set and done, after class, he'll invite you over, happily telling you that he was able to think up of a cute name for the kitten. and since you're unaware of his underlying intentions, you made it easy for him to lure you in the safety of his walls. where he will slowly convinced you that you will live a much more comfortable and better life if you stay with him and lotte.

all of the things you didn't like to do but forced yourself to live up to everyone's expectations, they're all in the past now. your happy sugar life begins, starting with owning a pet that you've always wished for.

[beanarie]

of course

in which the helicopter crashed with both our guys inside. inspired by this awesome post by @mooshkat

(tw: vomiting, heart issues, near death angst, biphobia mention)

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Once the wave of agony subsides, and Tommy is reasonably sure he's done vomiting into the dirt, he blinks over at Evan appraisingly. "Is your arm broken or did your shoulder go out again?"

Evan grimaces and finishes tying off Tommy's splint. "Shoulder. And my hip's not feeling great. Cracked rib, maybe two. But of course you had to outdo me."

"Didn't do it on purpose." Tommy glares at the spot where his tibia poked through the skin, like he can intimidate the pain away. "Anyway you've got me on quantity."

"There's nothing else?"

"My head hurts," Tommy admits, "but there's not much we can do for that right now."

Evan leans in to compare his pupils. Tommy is very proud of himself for not flinching. "Dispatch had our location?" Evan asks, and instead of reminding him that he was there when they confirmed it, Tommy nods.

He knows he can't go to sleep, even if the leg would allow him. He finds a stick and starts tic tac toe. Evan chuckles and joins in.

He wins the next two games. Tommy blames his probable concussion.

Evan holds his bad arm tight around his midsection, but his eyes seem stormy for a different reason. "These people who hurt you in the past, what- what are their names?"

"Huh?" Tommy gives up on the game, scratching it out of the dirt. "You want a full list of legal names or just what I called them?"

"Was it Evan, for any of them?"

God, he's so transparent. Tommy laughs.

"Do you- do you judge everyone by who came before? Is that just what you do in a-all situations? One barista spilled coffee on you in 2011 and you pay for Starbucks with one of those grabby reacher things ever since?"

"Fuck's sake." Tommy doesn't even like Starbucks, but he doesn't say that.

Evan sort of shrugs before he remembers his shoulder with a wince. "It's not generally considered a sign of maturity. Ironic, I guess."

"Yeah, call me old. See where it gets you."

Evan brightens. "You're talking to me. I like my results so far."

There's something indefatigable about this man. Tommy can't help but surrender in the face of it, just a little. "How did you know I'd have to pinch hit for this fly along?"

"I didn't. I just hoped." His grin is just the slightest bit abashed. "Worst case scenario, get out of the engine for a day and I pump one of your coworkers for info."

"They have very little to pump," Tommy says. Evan and the codependent 118 are the aberration, and they're well aware of that. Tommy has great coworkers. They do their jobs and leave, with the exception of drinks once or twice a month. None of them gave him shit after the breakup. Few of them noticed. This is how most teams operate. Evan, however, looks surprised and a little sad. "What were you hoping to hear?"

"I don't know." Evan looks away, suddenly self conscious. "That you messed yourself up at least half as much as you did me."

Tommy rubs at his face. "I didn't mean to mess you up, Buck. Truly. We- It just ran its course. It doesn't reflect badly on you, or me. This just happens."

He looks upset at first, then calculating. "What if I hooked up with those Not-Evans?"

Tommy looks behind him, searching for something that makes sense. "What if you moved to the moon? I have no idea what you're getting at right now."

"Would I be experienced enough for you if I let them have a go? They were terrible for you, so it stands to reason they'll be terrible for me, too." He lifts a finger, his eyes lighting up in a way that turns Tommy's stomach. "Oh, I guess one or two of those might be women. They don't count. Some might be bi and married to women. Do they count as half? If I bag a threesome, is that like seventy-five percent? Do you give points for polyamory?"

Tommy feels about eighty years old, and not a fit eighty. "When did I say even one of those things?"

"The implications were pretty clear, Tommy. 'You're just young and excited. You don't know what you're feeling or how to interpret anything going on in front of you.'"

Tommy doesn't know what to say to that. It's not remotely what he meant, but he's never been good at communicating through panic.

"Did you love me?" Evan asks quietly. Tommy can't look him in the face. "It felt like you- like you did, but when you let me go like that, like chopping off the top bit of a carrot, it made me re- reevaluate everything I thought I knew about us."

The note of devastation in his voice almost tips him over, but ultimately what does it is the implication that Tommy made Evan lose faith in himself. He can't abide being responsible for that. "Of course I love you, Evan. How could I not?"

The tightness in his chest, that felt so much like raw emotion, intensifies, growing sharper. It's hard to breathe now, like sucking a milkshake through a coffee stirrer, and he realizes, something is very wrong. About as wrong as it could possibly be.

"Oh," he says. An attempt to inflate his lungs all the way makes his vision go sparkly at the edges.

"Tommy?"

Tommy drags his eyes up to meet Evan's. "S- Sorry, I-" I wouldn't have said any of those things if I knew. "Sorry. Evan." You deserve better than a fucking deathbed love confession.

A rough hand grasps his neck, slowing his descent to the ground. "No, hey. Hey hey hey. Tommy, we'll figure this out." Evan sniffles and tries to smile. His tears are falling everywhere. "You're okay. You're fine. Just keep- keep breathing."

The coffee stirrer is about a millimeter wide. Tommy can feel the muscles in his neck straining like he's deadlifting his own weight. Evan rips Tommy's shirt open and he swears floridly, miserably. They both know what this is; they've seen it in a hundred MVAs. Cardiac tamponade. When his heart gives out from the strain of all the blood surrounding it, chest compressions can be worse than useless. They could punch his ticket that much faster.

"Tommy," Evan says, pulling Tommy into his lap. The complaints from his splinted leg are distant, belonging to someone else entirely. Evan's voice is a ragged mess trying to piece itself together. His shoulder and ribs are probably killing him. "Don't run out again. You need to stay. Breathe."

Half a millimeter.

One quarter.

Tommy can't remember what comes after millimeter.

"That's it. I know it's hard, but keep trying. That's all I ask. Just try, okay? Look at me."

Micrometer? Is that it?

Evan's face is shadowed by the sun cresting over his shoulder. Tommy closes his eyes against the glare and is rewarded with a shake.

"Keep your eyes open. Stay with me. Just a little- little bit longer, please."

Fingers are running through his hair, lips are pressing against his forehead, and he thinks he can hear... sirens.

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

with the absolutely terrible ableism recently shown in the writing of Saki's WLE2 scenario, and people rightfully calling it out, i wanted to point out a more general, subtle thing in PJSK's writing of disabled characters that has felt a little off to me

and it's that between Saki and also Souma, there's been a iffy theme of hospitalised characters being made to feel abandoned by their supposed loved ones, and are then expected to act completely fine about it? i might not remember completely accurately because i haven't re-read stories in a while, but i believe that for Saki, Ichika was the ONLY one of her friends that actually visited her at all in middle school, while Honami and Shiho didn't. and if i remember right, there was a line that implied that Arata was Souma's only regular visitor before he met VBS- and Arata went off to America at one point, and then cut ALL contact with him after what happened in LUtF

both of these characters would have been well within their rights to feel more upset about this!! angry and resentful, even. but they aren't shown like that at all. it's that common ableist expectation for disabled people to constantly have the patience of a saint and not complain about a thing, i think. i really do love Honami and Shiho, but i find it really quite iffy that they weren't criticised in the story more for their extremely hurtful behaviour that must have contributed quite a bit to everything Saki was going through? and Souma, after his partner who he's extremely close to just left with very little explanation, simply commented on how Arata had been "freed" from trying to surpass Rad Weekend, shown acting like he was glad for him- with less focus on how Souma himself must have been feeling? being stuck in HOSPITAL, when Arata not only left him in person but also ghosted him online, Souma quite literally had no way of reaching out- that's horrible!! and he's written to have been not the slightest bit angry about that, barely anything beyond melancholy. just like Saki seemingly forgave Honami and Shiho, no questions asked

don't know, i'm just not a fan of the repeated portrayal of characters who were already in very lonely and isolating experiences, then not being allowed to express more emotion when their FRIENDS contributed to it even more. hell- a rare time that Saki WAS shown to be frustrated in NSNF flashbacks- it was at HERSELF!! she blamed herself for BEING ILL and "burdening" others, with the story not doing much to show that her way of thinking was wrong. awful

[weirdsht]

Hello, a cale x reader lunatic here 😭

They meet a fortune teller pre-relationship and pre-war

They're idiots

FT: you're going to have 10+ kids

Cale: uhh...

Reader: wtf is you spouting? /*Terrified

Ohn, Hong, Raon, and the wolf children: 🫂

Selective Vacuous - Cale/Reader

notes: I made it a 4+1 since I had several scenarios but didn't know how to connect them all hehe

tags: female reader, established relationship (except the first one), reader is mentioned to be a spearman, GoD priestess prophet (it'll make sense in the end), vague to mild novel spoilers

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission

Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

Requests are open and welcome

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“You will meet someone. A male. They will mean the world to you, and will bring you both trouble and comfort.”

“Miss priestess, you’re from the church of the God of Death, right? Don’t you think things like fortunes are for the God of Fate?”

_____ listened to the priestess’ ramblings. Yes, ramblings. Because that does not make sense to the spearman in the slightest. She was already married to her spear. There’s no way someone, especially a man, will suddenly become her whole world.

It just didn’t seem possible possible.

That was why the spearman did not understand the painful feeling in her chest when she saw Cale’s plate breaking. She couldn’t understand why her heart hurt for a person she just regarded as her employer.

“Everything is going to be fine soon young master. So please hold on a little longer.”

She couldn’t understand why her hands were softly wiping the blood on the redhead’s chin. Can’t understand why the sight of her employer in pain makes her heartache when she knows he's going to be alright.

She just can’t understand it.

+~+~+~+~+~+

“You have thirteen children. Whom you all love equally despite not seeing some of them often.”

“Do you think this is an elaborate prank?”

“I’m not sure but this the second time someone from the Church of the God of Death has given me a prophecy…”

“But 13 children? Really? If they're going to try and scam us at least make it sound believable.”

“I can’t even imagine having one child. Let alone more than ten.”

_____ shivered at the thought of having that many children with her significant other Cale. Turns out their chest pains were because she was in love with the redhead.

It took a whopping 5 months for the two of them to realise their feelings.

Another 2 for them to make a move and finally get together.

While the two are already in agreement that the priestess who said that might be a swindler, a certain silver kitten has another opinion.

She thinks that there’s a misunderstanding.

The priestess didn’t say “will have” but rather said “have”, meaning they already have thirteen children. However, she didn’t say anything and opted to keep her thoughts to herself.

'I’m pretty sure that priestess was talking about us and the wolf children…'

+~+~+~+~+~+

“You are destined to be with a powerful man with a very powerful family. Someone whose family has a long history.”

What now?

Does this mean one day _____ and Cale must break up?

“The family with a long history part checks out since the Henituse family are known to guard the Forest of Darkness.”

The spearman puts her hands underneath her chin as she thinks.

“But a powerful man? You have the weakest plate in existence. A powerful family? The Henituse family is a county. Not a Marquisate or a Duchy…”

Besides her Cale grumbled.

“Have you not learned anything? Just tune it out. This isn’t the first time we’ve heard such bullshit.”

“That’s true… I guess this one bothered me a bit since they implied we’d break up.”

“We won’t”

After the reassurance, _____ and Cale went back to eating their food.

What they don’t know is that a few days later, the Henituse County will be promoted to become the Henituse Duchy.

But at that time the prophecy told to _____ is already forgotten.

+~+~+~+~+~+

“Forbidden love is ahead of you. There will be a time where your own significant other will feel uncomfortable to show you affection.”

Great now the fortune teller scammers from that stupid church are targetting Cale too.

“But we’ve had great communication since the start of our relationship.”

Cale nodded in agreement as he thought about what could “forbidden love” and “uncomfortable with affection” could mean.

Sure they weren’t the most PDA couple but they don’t shy away from showing affection towards each other. They have also had their fights but they are always quickly resolved.

“Forbidden love is also a weird thing to say… Oh my god, Cale don’t tell me you’re planning to cheat on me?!”

Cale was so flabbergasted he said his true thoughts without filter.

“What the fuck?! You’re literally the love of my life??”

The sudden confession got the two of them to shut up. Both were shocked at what the redhead said.

“...You’re the love of my life too.”

“If you love me then you would not remind me of the embarrassing thing I said not even 5 minutes ago.”

As the two laugh, the words of the priestess slowly leave their minds.

However, maybe they shouldn’t have forgotten it when Cale had to disguise himself as Naru von Ejellan, a 12-year-old kid in human years. If they did then maybe they'd understand the priestess' words...

+~+~+~+~+~+

“You troublesome punk! I knew you’re dense but I didn’t expect you to be a blockhead!”

Cale was shocked at Team Leader Lee Soo Hyuk’s irritated voice. One moment they were talking about passing on one of the team leader’s abilities then suddenly he was yelling at Cale.

“Don’t look at me like a gaping fish out of water. I did so much to help you with your love life only for you to disregard my messages!”

“What messages..?”

Cale remembered all the times a priestess from the Church of the God of Death had told them a “prophecy”. 

“That was you?”

“You disrespectful punk, yes it was me.”

“Oh…”

Oh indeed

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Hey so can I have a scenario where Knuckles or Shadow have a crush and this crush has a crush on him. His crush is mellow and cozy to be around. And The hyper Amy rose is their best friend. Amy’s being this crushes self appointed wingwoman and is too overly enthusiastic about it? How do knuckles or shadow deal with this? Do they notice or are they naive and think their friend Amy is just being weird?

Knuckles/Shadow x reader

Sonic may be known for being fast, but NO ONE is as fast as Amy's love detecter, as soon as either of you show the SLIGHTEST bit of attraction to each other she's going all out.

Amy will try to give you her advice (running up and smothering him) but you politely decline on that.

Knuckles:

Knuckles is usually calm, staying and keeping watch over the master emerald, so he doesn't mind your presence, he's actually catching himself starting to like it.

You, on the other hand, feel the same. Knuckles is strong, determined, and sweet in his own way. However, rather than directly confessing, you’ve been waiting for the right moment to let him know how you feel.

Of course, Amy has her own plans for the two of you.

As your best friend, she's taken it upon herself to play matchmaker. Every time you're with Knuckles, Amy's there too, loudly hinting that you two would make "the cutest couple." She's way too enthusiastic, constantly trying to shove you two into situations where you’re alone together.

Knuckles, being as blunt as he is, has no idea what Amy’s up to. He thinks she's just being well, Amy. He doesn't pick up on her behavior really and only gets flustered when Amy says something like, "Don’t you think you two would look great on a romantic picnic? Oh wait! I’ve got one packed, let’s go now!" He turns beet red at Amy's suggestions but assumes it’s just her usual meddling.

Meanwhile, you’re there, both embarrassed and secretly hoping Knuckles will take the hint.

Knuckles, still in the dark about what’s really going on, gets a little annoyed with Amy’s interruptions. He just wants to talk to you without all the added pressure, but Amy’s relentless enthusiasm is hard to escape.

Eventually, Knuckles might pull you aside, away from Amy, his face flushed. "What’s with Amy today? She’s acting...weirder than usual."

You laugh softly and give him a smile, trying to keep the situation light. "I think she’s trying to tell you something, Knuckles."

He furrows his brow, confused. "Tell me something? About what?"

You take a deep breath, your heart racing a bit. "Maybe...that I like you. You know, more than just as a friend."

Knuckles freezes, blinking at you in surprise before the realization sinks in. His face goes red, and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. "Y-you like me? I-I mean, I like you too... I just didn't realize... Amy was trying to... Oh."

Shadow:

Shadow’s feelings for you are subtle, even to him. He’s not the type to be overly emotional, and he’s certainly not one to act on feelings as soon as they arise. But you, he feels calmed, your whole vibe and just personality is soothing to him. Whenever you're around, it’s easier for him to relax, even though he doesn’t show it much.

You, in turn, like Shadows mellow attitude, he's pretty calm most of the time, and is a nice refresher from things.

Enter Amy Rose, your overly enthusiastic best friend. She knows exactly how you feel and has decided to play the role of wingwoman. Shadow, however, isn’t the easiest person to deal with, especially when it comes to emotions, and Amy’s hyper attitude isn’t making things any easier.

Every time you and Shadow are together, Amy shows up with endless suggestions to push you closer.

“Oh, look! You and Shadow should totally have a quiet movie night together. I’ll even bring the snacks!”

she says, bouncing around. She throws out ideas for ‘romantic’ situations nonstop, much to Shadow’s confusion.

Unlike Knuckles, Shadow isn’t completely naive. He picks up on Amy’s strange behavior, but he doesn’t connect the dots.

He thinks Amy is being her usual meddling self, and he isn’t interested in playing along. Still, there’s a part of him that wonders why she’s pushing so hard for you two to spend time together.

Shadow is very blunt, he's not shy to confront Amy on her attitude. “What exactly are you trying to do Amy?” he asks, crossing his arms and glaring at her.

Amy, grinning wildly, “Just helping a friend out! Don’t you think you and them would be perfect together?” She wiggles her eyebrows dramatically.

Shadow blinks, taken aback by her bluntness. He turns to you, noticing how you seem a bit nervous. “Is this true? You like me?”

“Yeah, I do. But... I wasn’t exactly planning on telling you this way.”

After a long pause, he steps closer to you, his expression softening just a bit. “You should’ve told me. I don’t mind... spending more time with you. Without her interference.” He shoots Amy a quick, annoyed glance, but it’s clear he’s more focused on you now.

Amy’s excited squeal echoes in the background as she dashes off, leaving the two of you alone.

A/n: in short, Amy might not be doing the best but she's trying

[yanyan-stuck]

hi 🗣🔥‼️ i was wondering if you can do some scenarios or headcanons for yandere alpha dave. he's all i think about 😋

Real.

Yandere Alpha Dave Headcanons

-Alpha Dave would be a protective and obsessive yandere. He'd keep a facade up though. If you ever saw him in public he would look at you just like he would look at anyone else.

-In all honesty though, he's dangerous and you should feel glad that he genuinely cares for you and wants to keep you safe and happy. He has so many resources at his disposal; he could make your life a living hell at every turn if he felt even the slightest bit of sadistic intent towards you.

-He would want to stalk you more than he actually does. He wishes he had the kind of time that would let him watch you every day, that would let him see every place you visit, every person you talk to, every facial expression you make throughout the day. He would use any sort of vacation from work to stalk you. You might find it interesting that he hangs around your city when he's not in Hollywood, but it wouldn't be enough to raise suspicion.

-Any public statement on it would just be some random thing about the area that would not matter in the slightest when deciding on a place to visit. He would cite things like saying the wildlife there is respectable, or that he can make some obscure shape by connecting cities and your city happens to be the approximate center of that figure. It's total bullshit, and he never bothers to think of an actual excuse.

-You would receive some "ad" email for his movies. He would make sure that it looked like it was sent out en masse, but really you're the only one who would receive it. It would claim to be a download of some bonus, behind the scenes content for his upcoming film, free of charge for whichever 1,000 email addresses were randomly chosen.

-If you click the link, your webcam light would turn on briefly before flickering out and the site would ask for your card info for a supposedly free download which would definitely raise some red flags. However, everything about his film and business practices would, and the link does go to a part of the official website. You'd probably be able to brush off all this stuff as weird quirks of his business, just as he had intended.

-If you keep going and do end up putting your card info in, it wouldn't lead to any sort of film download at all. It would only lead to a page with some random sketches and story boards of various scenes that have been in his movies.

-When you check your bank account, you'll see that some amount of money has been deposited into your account. It wouldn't be any truly exorbitant amount like he would want to give you if he didn't need to worry about making you suspicious. He knows he couldn't get away with that sort of transaction. Instead it's fairly small, considering his wealth. Maybe 500 dollars or so. Enough to make a solid difference for you, but not enough to actually mean anything for his bank account.

-He would kidnap you without ever actually approaching you before that day. He wouldn't hurt you much at all, but it would definitely scare you. He wouldn't bother trying to calm you down until you're in a spot that's more private.

-He would be in a "disguise" when he kidnaps you, aka he wouldn't have his shades on, wouldn't have his hair styled at all, and he'd be wearing some random sweatpants and a hoodie. He would try to alter the way he holds his face as well, so that just in case someone sees him they wouldn't suspect that it is the Dave Strider at all.

-His go to method would be to drug you, but if that's not very feasible with the conditions he might be willing to threaten you, both verbally and physically. They aren't genuine threats, and he'd feel like shit the whole time, but it's just enough to get you to stay quiet long enough for him to get you into his car and get on the road without alerting too much suspicion.

-If he had to threaten you into complacency, once he gets you into his car he would change, apologizing to you genuinely, regardless of if you believe him at all or not. He would do as much as he could to assure you that you're safe, that he's not going to actually hurt you. Even if you doubt everything he says and refuse to listen to him or calm down.

-He would kind of forget to introduce himself at first, so it would be a shock to you when he takes you into a full penthouse rather than some shitty apartment on the bad side of town like you had honestly expected off of how he was dressed and how aggressively he was acting towards you.

-Once he gets you back home with him, he'd be very clingy and affectionate, even though he'd try not to seem desperate with it. It would be a lot of him just holding you against his chest while he tries to relax. If you fight against him too much when he wants to relax, he might sedate you. Ultimately he doesn't want to though, so he would tolerate you complaining and insulting him and even trying to squirm away, so long as you don't get too close to escaping.

-He sees sedation as something that would make you lose time that you could get be getting accustomed to his presence. Additionally, he doesn't like how limp you go against him, he'd rather you hold some of your personality, even if you're using that to insult him and shift away from him.

-As much as he wants to take you out for public appearances, to let the world see you cling to his arm at parties (even if you have to be lightly drugged to be willing to hang on to him like that), he's too worried about someone hurting you while you're out of his penthouse to actually let you come with him.

-Overall though, your situation would be comfortable enough that if you can convince yourself to even just tolerate him, you'll be more well cared for there than you would have been in your old life. He wouldn't let you communicate with anyone from back then though, too afraid that you would expose him and find a way to get out.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hiii!! can i request a scenario where in a cold night, alucard pulls reader down on his lap just to cuddle into her/their warmthness, and acts all clingy and handsy towards her/them??? sorry if it sounds vague, is just a short scenario i have in mind, feel free to fill with anything else <3

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☾ ⋆ ﾟ𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 / 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: I've mostly been prioritising my commissions which is why my lineup from my 2k followers event but I've hit a bit of writer's block so I've decided to do a little request to try and feel more refreshed and get writing. But in the meantime, my 2k followers lineup is still paused for my midsummer sale 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Adrian 'Alucard' Tepes x Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.7k 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none

You enter the drawing room, hair wet from the bath you've left not ten minutes ago. After a day of helping to repair the damaged castle, you found yourself covered with dirt and in need of a wash before settling down for the evening.

Trevor and Sypha are gone so it's just you and Alucard now and - as much as you miss the other two members of your little quartet - you're almost glad that they're gone because you finally have time alone with Alucard. Since you first started working together after you and Trevor defeated the cyclops, freeing Sypha and later awakening Alucard, you've felt something. Some spark between you that just didn't have the conditions to catch fire just yet. But you've got it now and you couldn't be more grateful for what's blossomed between the two of you in the meantime.

You giggle as Adrian pulls you down into his lap the moment you're in arms reach, limbs tangling as he lets himself topple over on the sofa with your added weight. He's careful though, attentive as he always is. The back of his hand cradles your head and his arm curls around your waist to pull you close to his strong body as you fall together, assuring that you won't get so much as the slightest bruise as you fall down in an embrace together.

Immediately, he's letting out a pleased hum and holding you as close to him as possible. He tucks your head beneath his chin and then tilts his head down, burying his face in your hair. He inhales deeply as he squeezes you a little tighter and his entire body then slackens in relaxation when you wrap your arms around him in return.

Since the two of you have finally had time alone together, he's been very clingy and you don't blame him at all. He's been so alone since his mother died, he's faced monsters and has been made to kill his own father. He hasn't really spoken about any of it yet but you're sure he will soon enough, once he's had ample time to gather his thoughts and begin to process his feelings. You can't imagine what it might have been like for him if you weren't here to keep him company. Then again, you're sure that Trevor and Sypha wouldn't have left him at all after knowing he's had to kill his father to save Wallachia.

You bury your face in his chest, finding it surprisingly pillowy for how toned he is. Shortly after, you can feel Adrian tangling your legs together and you openly embrace it as the two of you lay there together. His hands roam over your body and you let out a content little hum as they squeeze your hips and roam the plains of your sides. He takes to rubbing your back and you shift a little so that you can tuck your face into where his neck meets his shoulder. His hair tickles your face a little but it's soft and silky against your skin and the feeling of his hand rubbing your back while his other arm stays protectively and affectionately curled around you lulls you into a sleepy state.

Intimate touch like this has grown so common in the days since your quartet has split in half. The two of you finally have time alone for your relationship to grow and for you to be able to be so openly affectionate with one another like this.

You're not sure how long the two of you lay there, just chatting about your plans for repairing the castle and hold, the next day, but you find yourself veering off topic with one question:

"Adrian... can I sleep in your bed tonight?" You squeeze him gently, "You're so warm..." His hand stops rubbing your back in favour of reaching up to brush your hair away from your face.

"Of course." He says gently and there's a practised sincerity in his voice. He's trying to hide his excitement. He'd love nothing more than to hold you in his arms all night; to have you be the last thing he sees before sleeping and the first thing he sees upon waking up.

Tenderly, he tilts his head down just a little so that he can press a lingering kiss upon your forehead. You close your eyes and smile, filled with a warmth that will only grow as this night goes on.

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[hirsheyskisses]

Hey, psst! I have a little request, that might be of your interest - it‘s quite fluffy ఌ

So the trope;

„Come on, try one! I sat hours on these!“

„Don’t make me taste the most bread like sweets in existence, idiot.“

You made cinnamon buns, the Heart pirates love your creation, but who is avoiding the kitchen at all costs? Of course - tall, dark and brooding white hat.

Will he eat the infamous cinnamon buns? Is he possibly risking his life for you, because he can’t stand the cute pout you exaggeratedly flash at him?

(You can choose the scenario)

I‘ll leave the fluff expertise to you ✨

Cinnamon Bun Chaos

TRAFALGAR LAW x READER

Summary: Law can't seem to shake the uneasy feeling he's had since he's awoken. Is it the smell? Or perhaps he's sick.. and then.. oh dear. Will he give in to that cute, cute pout of yours?

A/N: help this was so frigging cute to write 😭 @ems-c-lee you know I've gotta do it! AHHHHHH *violent screeching over doc ensues*

The first thing he'd noticed when he'd woken up was an odd, cinnamon and - very sweet smelling thing. Wearily blinking his eyes, body heavy from sleep, Law raised his head off his desk, noting he must've fallen asleep during another study. Limbs stretching, and allowing his mind to wake up, he noted the still hot coffee that had been placed on his desk. Of course, he thought, the slightest of smiles gracing his features, (Name)-ya always anticipates when ill wake. Taking the cup and stealing a quick sip from it, Law pulled on a hoodie and made to exit his room.

However, the moment he did, he was hit with a wave of unease. That smell was turning his stomach, just a bit. Which was odd. Being the ship's cook, he had always loved most of your cooking. Each flavor complimented the other, and while his sleepy mind could only tell cinnamon from the smell, he didn't mind cinnamon. Well, it could be how sweet it smells. He wasn't the largest fan of sweets, but what could possibly go wrong?

Each step increased that slightly uneasy feeling. His mind slipped away from the smell, for it couldn't be that: worry drifting into his mind. Somethings wrong. Something must be. Maybe its with me? Am I sick? This feeling could easily be sickness, and I'm mixing it up with anxiety. Ugh.

Opening the door to the kitchen, Law made a mental note to keep a physical distance from anyone until he did a check-up on himself. He was met with the kitchen to be crowded-

"These are so good, (Name)! Why didn't you make these sooner?!"

"My stomach is.. in heaven."

"Thats weird, dude!"

There you were. Leaning against the counter with a satisfied glint in your eyes, laughing at the crews antics with whatever it was you had made. Yet that feeling, it worsened, but in the moment, Law chose to ignore it, feeling his mind melt when your smile directed at him.

"Captain! You're up early." You greeted, moving over to meet him. Law nodded, taking a quick drink from his coffee. "Had a weird feeling. It's a bit early for breakfast." He glanced at the crew, who'd hadn't noticed him. "I'll get breakfast started in a few, yeah. I decided I'd mess around and make an old favorite though! Cinnabuns!"

Oh. Oh that's why he had a weird feeling.

"...bread." Law stated, raising an eyebrow. He found himself physically withdrawing himself closer to the door, and you laughed, "hardly! Sure it's made from dough but it's delicious! Cinnamon and sugary and gooey goodness!"

Law mentally cringed, and by now, the three others in the kitchen had taken note of Law's presence. Penguin chimed in, "mornin' Captain! She's absolutely right, you should try one!"

Bepo, who was currently looking like his brain had gone to heaven, "they're amazing!" And Sachi, "I bet you might even like it! It's (Name)'s cooking, after all."

"No way. Keep that bread nonsense away from me." Law grumbled, slowly moving towards the door. You chuckled softly at his movements, staring up at him with doe like eyes.

"Captain.. I spent hours on these.. atleast try it! One small bite?"

You pleaded with him, knowing damn well what his weakness was. Puppy eyes. That way you peered up at him, eyes so wide and innocent, a smallest of pouts resting on your face. It didn't help that Bepo was right behind him, staring at Law with that damn adorable fuzzy face. He could barely resist Bepo, let alone you. And with the two of you combined?

"...don't make me try the most breadlike sweets in existence, idiot!"

You had him backed to the wall, still staring at him, and god he was struggling. "Captain.. jist one bite! I promise I won't make you try any other bread thing againnnnn.." honestly, you weren't even aiming to make him try it: but the way he was squirming was absolutely precious, his ears turning pink as he mentally battled the pros and cons.

"...Room."

"Ack! Scatter!" Penguin shouted, laughter filling the kitchen once again as you all scrambled to escape, but it was futile. Atleast it was for you. One second, you were almost out the door, and then-

"-shambles."

You were in Law's. You could never quite get used to his powers moving you around, it was rather disorienting for your mind. Looking back, you saw him: tall, stoic, a shadow over his eyes, ..and a cinnamon bun in his hand.

"Cap- Law," you corrected yourself. In private, he insisted you call him by his first name. In public.. well, the crew wasn't aware the two of you were dating, so you kept it professional with them. Even if you both weren't aware the crew had long since figured out you both were dating. "-you don't actually need to try it, I was just teasing-"

He raised a hand to silence you. "..just.. give me a minute." Law was glaring at the sweet bread treat in his hand, mentally battling if it was worth taking a bite. Even now when you reassured him of that, you still had those expectant, curious doe like eyes and that cute pout on your face.

You watched as he took a bite, slow and cautious. He was expressionless, chewing it for what seemed like hours, before swallowing and setting the treat down on his desk.

Slowly, the man moved towards you. You laughed nervously, stepping away with each step towards you, "..was it good?"

He moved closer until your back was to the wall, and he was right in front of you. Tattooed hands gripped at your shoulders as he lowered his forehead to rest on yours, staring at you intently. "...law?" You questioned, unsure if he was having some sort of allergic reaction, or post cinnabun crisis, but you shied away regardless.

"...." He dropped his head on your shoulder and pulled you close- tighter than usual.

"..if it wasn't bread, it might've been good." He forced out at last, pressing his face into your neck. "But please, dear heavens, never make me eat that again."

A relieved breath escaped you as you laughed, wrapping your arms around your tense boyfriend, "Roger that! ...I'll make not bread Cinnamon buns then! ..somehow."

"I'd like that."

[herzzgeist]

Pairing: Law x fem!reader | Word count: 2.9k | Warnings: Cussing

Synopsis: You're an idiot, aren't you? What part of 'lay low' didn't you understand ? It's getting tedious, you know! Is all you can hear the doctor bark at you like a chihuahua gone mad. It's unlike him, at least the chihuahua part. Granted, you left the village in literal shambles to the Surgeon of Death's demise. But what's the big deal? That fruit vendor had it coming anyway!

A/N: This OneShot / scenario was requested by the one and only @hirsheyskisses !! Thank you for the splendid idea dear! I had lots of fun ఌ

Dividers by cafekitsune ~

What a hassle. First, everybody starts holding their stomachs in cramping pains and now you have disappeared into thin air? No announcement whatsoever, not even a note left to contemplate to either get you out of the mess you find yourself in for certain, or just leave you to your fate. Truly, it is all up to you now, for the doctor isn't well tempered with your sudden vanish.

"Where have you seen (Y/n)-ya last?" - "I saw her going to bed last night, but - that's about it.", disgruntled, the Surgeon's forehead wrinkles in irk after hearing Shachi's statement, shaking his head in disbelief. What are you on about at such unholy hours?

The evening before

Your kimono flows in the soft summer breeze, cherry blossom petals sway along the air's streams and invite you into your day dreams enticingly. Compared to other beautiful sceneries you ever experienced in your life, there is none that could compete to this picturesque paradise. The scent of sweet honey shoots up your nostrils as you tread closer to the upcoming village in the distance.

Passersby greet you with a kind smile, nodding at you and going about their days again, to your wonder. Usually, the closer a foreigner gets to the flower capital, the more the residents keep a distance, excluding you from Wano Kuni's mysteries. It is obvious, they are held at discrecy for a reason you cannot quite fathom at this point.

Penguin and Shachi come jogging from far behind, calling out to you: "(Y/n), wait for us!" Torn out of your bubble, with a warm hello you beckon them over. The two men stop beside you, completely out of breath. Did they attend a marathon or of sorts? Either they're completely out of shape, or the two knuckleheads took off starting from your current hiding spot, following you to the nearest civilization to grab some none affected food.

There's no better way to describe the situation than it being 'untimely' and 'discombobulated'. Everything you eat around these parts turns your stomachs upside down, giving you no choice than to rest and survive the emergency runs into the thicket. Fortunately, it didn't leave that strong of an impact on you. Bepo on the other hand might got struck a slightest bit harder, in comparison to the rest of the group, consisting of you, Law, Shachi and Penguin.

Dare you say, he's holding on to dear life. Your Captain constantly remains in his role as his Vice Commander's trusty doctor, always checking up after this baby's cries of agony, who frets of having a life threatening disease. You can recall Law's exact words: "Don't be ridiculous, Bepo. You only have the runs.", as you heard him huff in annoyance, you remember how he rolled his eyes after a sharp sigh and he added: "Didn't I tell you to keep your paws off the fish in the river?"

Irritation is beyond of how you feel about this current indescribable commotion. So, you made the decision to find the next best village around and seek out a vendor, no matter what kind of food he offers, you're in desperate need of nutrition. The group is suffering enough with gnawing hunger, and now you are challenged to cope with possible food poisoning? You are infuriated. Shachi gives you a strong pat on your back: "We kinda already suspected you'd be up and about to fetch some grub. Allow us to help you out!" - "Oh thank you, Shachi. Let's hope the people aren't prone to shoo strangers out of town."

Though you outted your thoughts with a hint of sarcasm, you are truly anxious about the idea of Wano Kuni's hostility towards, let's call it 'tourists'. Penguin reassures you with a thumbs up and grins over both ears in full trust. Something tells you, it won't be as easy as initially hoped for.

"Fresh fish!" - "Get your fruit and vegetables here!", the vendors call out to the people strolling along the markets, spread all over the colourful stalls. Carefully treading closer to one of the fruit stands you greet a chipper looking fellow, who gives you the brightest of smiles you ever came across. Even Shachi and Penguin are stunned by this display.

"Greetings strangers! Are you interested in buying some of my famous apples or peaches?", after giving him a shy wave with your hand, you order a basket, full with ten vibrant red apples. They appear to be edible. "That will be fifty Berry, miss." - "Th-That's quite expensive.", you utter in awe and place the currency onto the vendor's stall table.

Again, you witness this man's radiant grin and he explains: "Times are rough these days, but trust me, you won't find any better fruit than here!" Convincing. With the basket of apples in hands, you head towards the forest, out of the village. An old lady, who waited in line behind you is now up and asks for the same like you ordered. You hear the vendor chime happily: "As always, ten Berry please, kind Alva." - "Of course Sagishi. Here you go. Greet your mother for me, will you dearie."

Hold on. Ten Berry for the same amount? Something's off. You turn around to take a peek at the scene, before making any false accusations. Well, will you look at that, it seems you heard correctly. The old lady wanders off into the distance with her neatly weaved basket filled with the red and shiny fruit. Perhaps she earned a discount on them?

The sheer amout of 'cheesy' almost lets you shrink away in your geta sandals. If you wouldn't know any better, it was close to a badly written commerical. Your two crew mates call you over, already far up ahead: "(Y/n) come on! The Captain and Bepo are waiting!" - "Coming!"

Back at the hiding spot, a sour after taste lingers on your tongue and your face scrunches in itself, leaving you utterly alarmed and fuming in anger. "I knew there was something fishy about this guy! God fu-" - "Watch your language, (Y/n)-ya. It was predictable that they won't be generous to strangers.", your cheeks light up in all shades of red in pure rage and pout to your Captain's calm clarification. His stern face leans in your direction, sending off an aggravating vibe, practically shutting you up with a deft 'Told you so'.

Oh the vendors do sell their goods to foreigners, but for an unmentionable high price and outrageous quality - the fruit were infected!

You have had it.

The present day

At the break of dawn, Law, the two knuckleheads and even poor and completely drained Bepo walk the path to the village you visited yesterday. It's not just you, who's fed up with this, to not put it lightly, bullshit. With Kikoku leaned on his shoulder, the doctor leads the group, always glancing back to reassure, that everybody is secured. This is not what he hoped for in spending his time like this. What the hell is going on with everyone, he asks himself.

Shachi and Penguin begin to bicker about who should have seen you firsthand. Through gritted teeth, Law growls at them: "Quit your arguing, there's no reason to quarrel about this. We must find her!" Both of the men straighten at alert and give their Captain an obeying 'Aye'.

The polar bear rumbles absentmindendly: "You should've paid closer attention you guys." Regarding that topic, there again, the Captain has to break it down. Piercing steel eyes wander over to the mink. "Says the one who mindlessly dug in at the river buffet. With all due respect, you're not a tiny bit better than them, Bepo.", those words hurt the now drooping in shame Vice Commander, ears flattened and black beady eyes watering up, muttering a deep 'I'm sorry'.

Taken aback by the sudden change of character, Shachi and Penguin visibly cringe away from Bepo going besides them, yelping in a loud exclaim: "So weak!" To this wack bustle, Law only furrows his brows and booms in a sharp tone: "Shut up already! We're almost there." Tension is written all over him.

Frozen in place, the three dorks see how their Captain keeps on walking, not once granting a single look back at them. Things are getting out of hand far too quickly for the Surgeon's tastes. And of course you had to make a run for it and worsen the situation, more than it already was. Stormy grey eyes roll to that thought and a raspy voice whispers: "What a nuisance." When will Law ever enjoy some peace and quiet again? A question often asked.

Arriving at the village, the four men no longer squander their time with banters and bickering, for their Captain simply won't allow it, enhancing the word simply, though the supernova threatend his own crew mates to assign double shifts for the infamous kitchen duty. Nobody wants that.

Suddenly, a crash of glas forces the group to turn their heads to the source of commotion. Oddly satisfied, given the fact, that the vendors in these parts are wildly known for their insidiousness, the doctor smirks: "Guess someone just demolished a windo-" Interrupting him mid-sentence, an unexpected blast of apparently wooden walls lets the ground shake beneath his feet. He corrects: "A building."

A sinister chuckle escapes from the white hatted man, for he utters a low 'idiot' through his curled lips. However, Shachi indicates the ruckucks is coming from the markets. Oh dear.

Thus the red head leads the way, dashing through the now busy streets, for people flee from the dangers, hiding behind the tall buildings, blocking the group's vision. "Almost there!", Shachi huffs out of breath and comes to a stop after an almost two hundred meter sprint.

All the colourful stalls and stands have been crushed to dust and even a few surrounding houses have been taken out upon, by none other - than you. There you stand, your fist clenched around the vendor's hem of his collar, viciously snarling at the terrified man: "Give me the fresh food and I might spare your life!" What a remarkable ambition.

Nearly losing his own poise, Law groans exasperatedly: "Oh fuck, that's my idiot-" You are in for it, big time, (Y/n). Completely baffled, the other three men accompanying him, sweat drop to their Captain's slip, coming to a conclusion that he's lost it entirely and this situation seems to be more dire than firstly assumed.

Before you can land another blow on an innocent nearby cottage, you feel the world shift around you and land in the arms of your Captain. Or rather, he scruffs you by your neck collar, as if you're a disobedient kitten, lifting you off the ground. So this is what it's like to stare death in the face? Shamefully you greet Law by waving a hand, smiling in attempted innocence: "Oh hi there. I-" - "You must be joking, right?"

You can see the doctor's vein starting to get distinctively visible on his temple. He's about to blow. Is there any chance of escape for you anyway? Might as well admit your defeat, while you gaze into the man's white hot stare, who will be the end of you, one day for certain. Therefore you owe him an explanation, in hopes he will show mercy on you.

"Please tell me this is a bad joke!", he barks at foolish little you, hanging in there, curled up in his strong hold. Thus you resolve the fatuous action, confessing your reasoning, though it goes without saying this won't justify anything. A side of Law knows you only meant the best for the crew, flattered by your loyalty, astounded by your kind heart.

Seeing your sweet doe eyes flutter at him for forgiveness, it becomes greatly difficult for him to scold you further. In the end - he gives in. "Don't think I'll spare you so easily. When we're done here, I'll make sure you will get to face the consequences for your actions, (Y/n)-ya.", he grunts and puts you back on the ground.

The vendor approaches the Surgeon and flings his hands over his head in dismay, complaining about you being an 'assault happy' witch. Oh, he didn't just say that. To hear that coming from a fraud like him, lets Law's neck hair stand on end and his expression darkens. The crave for destruction now surges over his skin, hand itching to call forth his 'Room' and entertain himself with the debris and rubble of the buildings, which lay in literal shambles.

"Is this blasted woman with you?!" - "Indeed, she's with me. I'm with stupid over here.", you feel his squinting eyes fixated on you. It animates a shiver, emitting from your spine. The vendor curses and throws evil words your way, to which the Captain does not respond to well. Not at all. Lifting up the sleeves of his kimono, he intends to show his tattoos, signalising the man who he's actually dealing with.

People around here aren't that much up to date, though the Surgeon of Death's wanted posters are wildly spread across the country. And his tribal ink on his hands and arms are most memorable, besides his hat and intimidating weapon on his shoulder of course.

DEATH, immediately catches the vendor's attention, leaving him a stuttering mess, shaking in his clunky wooden sandals. He definitely recognised the powerhouse standing infront of him. How Law enjoys such affected reaction, fully aware of what an impact he has on commoners, he chuckles mischieviously: "Better treat your customers right next time, be it resident or foreigner. You never know who you might - dissappoint."

Air twirls underneath his loosend palm and a cold blue hue expands subsequently, covering a large area and engulfing the shattered houses in the formed globe. In a single swift move, his index finger points upwards, every stone, every wooden plank and pillar follows his command and gather in one giant chaotic mass. "So do tell, who I am having the honour of doing business with?" - "Sa-Sagishi, Sir! P-Please be c-careful where you . . i-it was a prank! I swear!"

 The enormous cluster of debris threateningly sways over the last standing stall, it's Sagishi's. "NO! By the gods I beg you!", he runs to the stand and snatches a basket with apples away and dodges the incoming missile, clashing onto the ground with an ear drum bursting boom, the earth reverberating in response.

Dust whirls up from the impact, restricting your vision for a moment, for it lingers like cold fog, wafting over the sandy streets. The picture revealing before you is something you deem as priceless. Sagishi toppled on his behind, watching how his 'oh so beloved' stall has been demolished and buried beneath tons of raw materials.

"Curse you pirates! Go rot in hell!", is what you hear the whimpering scammer sob, as he glares at you and the supernova, who smirks over both ears. What about laying low, Trafalgar?

He exxageratedly tips his hat to him in a deft bow and ends the show with an assertive and sassy comment: "Glad doing business with you, kind Sir. Have a pleasant day." Motioning you to follow him, he turns on his heels and leads the way. In the background, you still can hear the crushed man, crying ugly tears.

You look up at the Captain, stars practically sparkling in your eyes and your lips curl into a feline manner, dumbfounded by his 'not-so-discreet' act just now. "Don't look at me like that. You made me do this.", he groans, scratching the back of his neck in slight fluster.

By the by, Bepo questions, what you are about to do now. There's no food left for you. Law stops in his tracks and leans down to grab a random stone. 'Shambles' is the word that does the Surgeon's bidding and the stone has been swapped with . . the basket full with mouth watering red apples! Another set of bad wishes and curses resound from afar behind you, making you giggle cheekily.

The group has been blessed. This man never ceases to amaze you. His abilities are beyond comprehension and comes in handy on so many occassions. Taking a big bite out of the luscious fruit, you hum in delight: "They're delicious! You can tell they're fresh!" - "And not infected!" Penguin and Shachi do a little gleeful dance and Bepo happily munches down the sweet crunch.

Showing your gratitude towards the generous doctor, you give him a nudge with your elbow and he only shakes his head as an answer: "No need. You better thank me for not beheading you right this instant I saw you making a fuzz at the markets!" - "Bold for a man to say, who full on intendedly destroyed those markets with an humongous make shift boulder? I think you're slowly but surely warming up to me, Captain." The others agree to your preposterous statement, Law's eye twitches.

"Not if I'm with a stupid idiot like you are right now! You-", laughter hinders him from finishing his sentence and you inch closer to the aloof white hat, now walking side by side, shoulder to shoulder. You prod playfully: "I hate to break it to you, but I'm with stupid just as much as you. You're not a tiniest bit better than me." To Law's unfortune, his blush is way past of saving.

Where did the now facepalming man hear that before? Everybody digs in and literally inhales the crisp goodness, beaming with joy. "I'm surrounded by idiots.", he rasps through his clenched jaw. 

You are one of a kind. Truly, you are his idiot. And no one except him, has the privilege to call you that. A small smile proving his heart's little secret.

[pierrai]

nen mating season. horny thoughts abt celeste. the fic.

Hello! Thank you for the request! I do love Nelice... and I will always have a soft spot for my sad, little boy Nen. I hope you enjoy despite his misery!! I hope I didn't get anything wrong about Alice... Mayhaps BB should write a Nelice fic so I can know more about how she'd act...

Character: Nen, Alice Word Count: 1193 Scenario: Mating season Nen Warnings: Slight NSFW, Nen's usual level of angst and self-loathing, implied past non-con

Nen

Nen absolutely hated this feeling.

He’d experienced it before, yes, but usually, he was alone. He’d crawl into a lake, sink to the bottom and curl into a ball until the cold comfort of the water had cooled the heat in his loins. For as long as it could at least. It only happened twice per year, lasting a couple of months, and during those months, the heat would come and go in waves every couple of days in a way that annoyed him more than anything else.

He hated this natural instinct in him that told him he needed to breed. He didn’t want offspring. He had no interest in things such as ‘sex’ to begin with. He hated the burning heat in his chest… the fuzzy heat in his mind… Anything hot was bad. The cold and damp had never hurt him.

It was difficult to default to his usual routine now of hiding away and waiting. There was this… this… complication.

The human woman, Alice.

He hadn’t asked to babysit a human, but the job had been forced upon him when she’d stumbled into his forest. If he didn’t watch this human, who knew what atrocities she might commit? Despite her apparent stupidity, she could have any number of tricks up her sleeve. At any moment, she’d drop this innocent act and reveal her true nature, Nen was sure. He didn’t trust her in the slightest, nor did he like her.

Which made it infinitely more frustrating that it was her causing him all this grief right now.

In the past, his heats eventually died down when his body figured out that he was not about to reproduce anytime soon. There was nothing—none of his people—around for him to talk to, let alone couple with. Now. there was Alice, a human, and his natural biology was insistent on telling him that he had to have her.

But, he didn’t want to have her. He didn’t want to have sex—he didn’t even want to touch himself. That was giving into desire, and he didn’t like desire either. It felt weird. It felt even weirder when that desire was so palpable and so clearly directed and this one human.

He really didn’t even like Alice. There was simply nothing to like about her. Apart from being human, she was just strange. She talked to herself even when Nen could hear her (he never made any comments), she grew scared and paranoid at nothing at all (then apologised, which Nen found silly) and she was so absent-minded (how many times exactly had he made sure she didn’t wander off into danger?).

Her stories were strange too. He couldn’t read human scripture all that well, so she read them to him instead. They were full of distrust, and the underlying message always seemed to be something along the lines of never relying on anyone, a message Nen found incredibly ironic coming from a human like her. He might’ve forgotten to think that with how well she told her stories—how nice her voice was to just listen to. So terribly deceiving.

Regardless of what she was like as a person, didn’t attraction to a person require one to feel attracted to their appearance? Nen didn’t like Alice’s appearance at all. Her hair was short and dull. Her expression was often flat or morose. She had weird, round ears that were small and went red when it was cold and couldn’t move around her head like his could. She didn’t have a tail nor any horns or scales. She had scars on her legs that he didn’t want to ask about. Her skin was warm like his, and he didn’t like that either.

Sometimes her smile made his heart race a bit. Her waist and stomach looked soft. Her breasts were pert, and more than once, he’d wondered how it might feel to touch them.

Another reason he didn’t like her. He wouldn’t have to have those thoughts if she was more careful when bathing. Unfortunately for Nen, the image of her raising her arms so she could wash her hair was perfectly preserved in his mind. If he didn’t need to keep watch of her just in case—if she’d just turned away so he didn’t have a chance to look—he wouldn’t have to think about her in the throes of his heat cycle.

He didn’t know what he wanted to do to her. Or maybe he did. He didn’t want to think about that either. His head had been a mess for days, and try as he might to ignore Alice or maybe just ditch her for good, he felt guilty and sad at the thought of leaving her alone (again, something that must’ve been her fault). The best he could do was urge her to not wander off nor go anywhere without telling him, and grimace when she had the nerve to look concerned for him with all his sudden urgency.

He craved the cold water of the lake. He'd scarcely been able to submerge himself for longer than half an hour at most before he'd hear Alice's voice, and he was forced back up to the surface. Or he grew annoyingly concerned, and the same thing happened regardless of whether she'd prompted it or not.

Nen didn’t properly know how sex even worked. He hadn’t kissed anyone nor touched anyone. He hadn’t even been hugged when he was young, so what on earth was he supposed to know about fornicating with another being beyond what the Elders had briefly told him about how you put your thing into her thing and… so on and so forth. He felt much like an animal cluelessly driven by its instincts despite having no experience whatsoever. His body wanted to do something, but he didn’t know how or why.

It was honestly quite scary. Alice was a human. Nen was… half of that. This desire he felt must’ve been his father’s disgusting, human blood compelling him to want this. To want to pin Alice down and breed her, and when it would all be over, she’d suffer the same fate as Nen’s mother and birth another unnatural amalgamation of human and silvaen. It must’ve just been in his blood to repeat the circumstances of his own conception. He really was disgustingly human after all. No wonder they rejected him so harshly back then...

But, he didn’t want Alice to not want him, and he didn’t want to be violent with her either. Maybe he did want to pin her down a little bit, but he wanted her to enjoy it and want him back. It made between his legs hurt with want. A want to see what her pretty face might look like if it had that sort of expression. How it might feel if he really could touch her waist and her stomach and her breasts and between her legs and have him touch him back or kiss him. What it might be like to quench the desire he’d felt many times over, for nothing in particular, that was now so strong for one person.

He didn’t like Alice though, so he didn’t have to give any credence to those thoughts or his desires beyond the fact that his body would naturally want any other living being that happened to be by him before he’d go back to normal and feel none of it anymore. It just so happened to be Alice, and he really didn’t like Alice.

[alwerakoo]

Baby Blue (Chapter 2)

Rise of the TMNT Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi Chapter 2 of a longer fic THIS IS PART OF A SERIES - might be confusing to read without context

AO3

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Don't fuck it up.

Out of any piece of advice Donnie had ever given him, that one was somehow both the easiest to digest – and the most intimidating.

So as with any task he finds even the slightest bit overwhelming (like having an honest conversation about his feelings; or doing the dishes), Leo promptly decides to adopt the same tactic he always does.

Ignoring the problem and hoping someone else would take care of it for him – naturally.

True, spending countless hours on texting Usagi, only to waste almost as much time analyzing every sentence, every emoji, every stupid 'xo', searching for something, definitely can't count as one of his proudest moments.

But in his defense, Usagi rarely crossed that vague, thin line between half-joking and something more. Mostly because Leo never gave him the chance to – always pulling back at the last moment.

('Wish you were here. You have no idea how bored I am,' Usagi texted him once in the middle of the day – when he should've been at work, and Leo should've been asleep.

Leo read his message within a minute.

And he didn't text back: 'What would you do if I was?'. Even if he wanted to.)

But life continued on its own course, maybe not solving anything for him, but definitely giving the right push.

Mikey would probably call it fate, or destiny, or something or other.

Leo calls it dumb luck.

Even if at this precise moment, he feels anything but lucky.

He watches Donnie's fingers mindlessly tap on the back of his phone until his brother finally shrugs, lowering his hand and ending the call.

“He's still not picking up,” he says.

Leo grimaces.

He's sitting on a bench covered in an almost disproportionate amount of graffiti, right next to Mikey, who's doing anything but sitting. His cape is already covered in dust and grime, but Leo doesn't consider that one of his current biggest issues.

He scratches a bit of the chipping paint away with his claw.

“Does he do that a lot?” He asks.

Leo himself had never been the one to care much about punctuality, regarding time as a relative concept by default. He wouldn't be surprised if Usagi shared that particular sentiment.

Donnie holds out his hand in a 'so-so' gesture.

“Usually no,” he says. But then he grimaces, as if poked by an unpleasant memory. “But there were a few... Incidents.”

Mikey spreads his arms, which only makes him look more ridiculous, considering he's still hanging upside down, his feet thrown over the back of the bench.

“Maybe he got stuck in a doorway again,” he laughs. But the sudden gesture must've knocked him off balance, because he quickly places his hands on the ground, dropping his smile. “Wow.”

Raph huffs quietly – equal parts amusement and annoyance, which seemed to be his default setting around so many of his siblings, April included.

“Sit like a person.” He leans forward, one hand behind his younger brother's shell, pulling him upright.

Mikey grumbles.

“So?” April tilts her head, crossing her arms over her chest. “Are we waiting for him?”

April and Usagi have only met in person once. And although Leo could breathe a little easier that day, knowing that none of the worst-case scenarios he had worked through in his own head found their place in reality, their relationship is understandably still in its 'first impression' stage.

And Leo stubbornly wants it to remain as good as possible.

What April thinks of Usagi shouldn't matter at all, because Leo knows her well enough to realize that if he vowed to marry Staten Island, April wouldn't stand in his way. She'd judge him, hard, and never let him forget about it, but she'd do it from the sidelines.

But it does matter, at least to Leo. Because he likes Usagi so much it makes him ache all over, but he loves April, and there's always that little part of him that blooms in his chest at the thought of his whole family fitting together like a puzzle.

He likes puzzles.

“Are you in a hurry?” Donnie shrugs, looking at April.

April grimaces slightly, twirling her baseball bat in her hand. Leo still isn't sure why her parents let her keep it.

“My project's due tomorrow,” she says.

Coming here had been largely her and Donnie's idea, wrapped in the excuse of a school project.

Leo isn't sure how much April actually cares about the grade. He knows she always survived school on spite alone – failing when she didn't care, and acing when she did.

But maybe, when faced with the opportunity to see something as alien and spectacular as The Hidden City, the actual reason didn't matter as much.

In anyway, Leo had no actual intention of visiting any libraries.

Raph opens his mouth as if to say something, but then freezes, jerking his head toward the end of the street.

Leo doesn't recognize the distant footsteps right away, not in the same instinctive way he can point out his entire family. But he doesn't have to wait long for a familiar face to join them.

“Sagi!”

Mikey jumps up from the bench, almost losing his balance to meet him halfway.

He wraps his arms around his friend's neck, squeezing him like an unusually large, cuddly toy, as he always does when his excitement gets the better of him.

“Hi, ow,” Usagi grimaces, but only a little.

When Mikey lets go of him, he doesn't seem all that bothered.

Leo stands up, feeling the sudden urge to smooth down his mask.

He wonders when that warm wave that always seems to wash over him every time he sees Usagi will finally pass – the one that makes him feel every bone, every nerve, every breath. And wag his tail – like a lovesick puppy.

He hopes it's not so obvious from the outside.

(Judging by the look Raph gives him, it's more of a pipe dream.)

“Hey.” Usagi joins them, patting Donnie on the shoulder as he goes before standing right in front of Leo. “Sorry I'm late.”

He doesn't hug him. But he reaches out, squeezing his elbow, which somehow makes one of Leo's hearts beat even faster.

Leo smiles, a bit stupidly and completely reflexively. But then he feels it fall, something more concerned taking over his face.

For a moment, he just looks over his friend: his face flushed, with wet fur by his ears, like he ran the whole way. He's wearing sweatpants, but his shirt is wrinkled and washed out, like he threw it on in a hurry. It's also too big, swallowing his frame in a way that makes him look weirdly small.

“Dude,” Leo says, “are you okay?”

Usagi's smile fades a bit, giving way to something unexpectedly sad and frustrated – like a fingerprint on a perfectly polished mirror.

“Mhm.” Usagi smooths down his pants nervously. “It's just, uhm...” He hesitates, before finally shrugging. “I don't feel like talking about it now.”

Leo looks over his shoulder, giving his brother a questioning look.

Donnie's face takes on a new expression, something between a grimace and sympathy, until very slowly – he shakes his head.

***

The carnival turns out to be a much larger (and noisier) ordeal than Leo would've expected.

He's used to crowds. To watching them from a distance, to gliding along its very edge, to sticking to the shadows and the night and the things he knows.

He's not used to the lights, the smell of food and overpriced cotton candy, running children bumping into their legs.

The main square in The Hidden City is swimming in vendor stalls, carnival games (in which winning probably doesn't even border on impossible, but merges with it), and above all else – Yōkai.

It's one thing to listen to the pulse of a living city from a distance, to stare at its lights through outstretched hands. And another – to feel it right under his own skin.

Raph sticks out as always; taller than a significant number of the Yōkai passing them by. Even when he raises his shoulders, curling into himself as he always does, when that familiar, slippery feeling reaches them both – like a thousand stares on the back of their necks.

“Fuck,” Leo gasps, throwing an angry look at the Yōkai that slammed into his shoulder. “We're gonna get lost.”

He reaches out a hand on pure instinct, fingers curling around the edge of Raph's shell, like a little kid. He lets go, embarrassed.

“If you get lost, we won't look.” Donnie raises his voice above the chaos surrounding them. “Good luck in the wild.”

“I'd look for you,” Usagi says, because sometimes he's unbearably kind. And then, because he's just as weird: “You wouldn't last a week.”

Usagi takes Leo's elbow in his hand again, squeezing it in a soothing gesture. He runs his thumb over the thin skin.

Leo feels his touch in his bones.

The corners of the square, between tablecloth-covered stalls and bickering customers, stay calm enough to give them a moment to breathe.

“Okay.” Donnie crosses his arms over his chest, clearly as uncomfortable as his brothers, though for probably completely different reasons. “So what's the plan.”

He glances at April, who's resting her hands on her hips, looking around the square.

“Um...” April shoves one hand into her pocket, throwing her bat over her shoulder. “I don't know if-”

She suddenly falls silent, her face stretched somewhere between shock and genuine delight.

She tightens her fingers on Donnie's forearm to get his attention, giving him a small shake. At the same time, she extends her other hand, pointing to one of the side streets with the tip of her bat – barely missing Raph's shoulder in the process.

His brother ducks without missing a beat, accustomed to the occasional threat of an injury that comes with having so many siblings. But Mikey flinches, startled by the sudden movement.

(Leo takes a mental note to have a very private, very vague conversation with April regarding his little brother.)

“Witch Town!” Leo glances over his shoulder to where she's pointing, quickly finding the right sign. “I'll definitely find something interesting there.”

Mikey winces, almost at the same exact moment where Donnie curls into himself a little.

“Oh, yay, Which Town...” Donnie mutters, rubbing his forearm with his hand.

Mikey narrows his eyes.

“Yeah, about that-”

He falls silent when April's grip on Donnie's arm tightens.

“You promised me an A,” she says, sharply and with obvious stubbornness. “And I'm getting that A, no matter what. Let's go.”

She shifts her grip to Donnie's wrist, pulling him along.

“Donnie!” Mikey runs after them, nudging Leo's shoulder on his way. “You know you're not allowed in there!”

Donnie looks over his shoulder, waving a hand.

“What are you, a cop?”

“You're gonna get arrested,” Leo hears Mikey huff, before the three of them disappear completely from his sight. “And I'm not bailing you out.”

For a moment, they watch them leave, before Usagi finally breaks the silence.

“You think they have everything under control?” He asks, in a tone that immediately suggests he's not even counting on it, but he doesn't plan on intervening.

Leo puts his hands on his hips, shrugging.

“And then there were three.”

Raph looks at them.

He looks at his brother, Usagi, and then at Usagi's hand, still gripped around Leo's elbow.

“... See 'ya,” he says suddenly, turning on his heel.

Leo opens his mouth, baffled, but before he can find the words, his brother's already weaving through the crowd of people.

“What's his problem?” Leo snorts.

He crosses his arms over his chest because Usagi lets go of his elbow, and without his touch, his arm feels strangely empty.

“Do you want to go after him?” Usagi asks, and Leo shakes his head.

“Nah. I'll call him later,: he says, patting the phone in the pocket of his sweatshirt.

The second phone Donnie gave them a while ago was definitely one of his most successful gifts. Which didn't mean a lot in his case, but it was the thought that counted.

(Over the past three months, Donnie had developed a habit of creating small but useful gadgets for his brothers. Leo had a feeling it had less to do with some sudden, newfound passion and more with the thick scars still covering his back.)

Raph let Leo have the new phone without much hesitation, which Leo thought to be an unusual act of goodwill. At least until he found out that Donnie had not only included his logo on every screen, but also had an apparently relative understanding of what made a design 'user-friendly'.

But Leo wasn't going to complain much – not when he could finally stop worrying about his own privacy.

“Okay?” Usagi says, a little uncertainly.

He reaches out, smoothing over the fur on his ears.

“Come on.” Leo's hands itch, so much so that for a moment he considers taking his friend's hand. “Let's get out of here.”

He ends up just shoving them into his pocket.

***

As time passes, Leo's shoulders slump, his hands relax, and that familiar, slimy feeling dulls to an easily-avoidable hum in the back of his mind.

He's still more than aware of the weight of his sword on his back, and the rush of the crowd still leaves him with an unpleasant sense of claustrophobia, but good food and good company quickly dull the need to constantly glance over his shoulder.

Usagi seems to be going through the exact opposite.

He sticks close to Leo, even by his own standards; his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders hunched up, as if he's tensing up, ready for something that has completely escaped Leo's notice. He seems completely unlike himself, in the most literal sense.

He tugs on his own shirt like he wants to rip the material away from his body, picks lazily at the cotton cady Leo bought him, and his hands twitch like a broken clock, ticking between one hour and the next.

“Okay, seriously, is everything okay?” Leo finally asks.

They’ve gone off the main road a bit, into narrower but less crowded streets that still give them a bit of room to breathe.

Usagi glances his way, a slight frown crossing his face, like the question itself was pressing on a sore spot.

Leo always appreciated how honest his face is; the way he never seemed to hide any emotion. Even if it meant he could see every wrong move he made stamped right in the middle of it.

He raises his hands defensively, forcing a smile.

“Wow, touchy subject?”

Usagi shakes his head. His ears bounce lightly against his cheek.

“I'm fine,” he says, twisting his fingers around the cotton candy stick. “I just had a... Rough morning.”

He says it like some kind of code, a hidden suggestion that Leo hasn’t had the chance to learn the true meaning of yet.

And maybe he won't get to yet, because Usagi grabs his arm, suddenly distracted by something across the street.

“Look.” He shakes Leo's hand slightly, pointing over his shoulder.

The street lights hanging over them leave bright spots of light on his fur, and Leo has to force himself to look away.

The booth opposite them doesn't really stand out from all the others. It's a carnival game; empty cans arranged in a neat triangle on a counter that Leo is sure is covered in at least one layer of glue.

But Usagi seems particularly drawn to the string hanging above it, and by extension, the row of absurdly large, slightly misshapen, plush dinosaurs.

“Oh,” Leo says.

“This guy has a stand here every year.” Usagi lowers his voice, like it was possible to actually eavesdrop on their conversation over the sound of the crowd. And even if it was, Leo doubts the bored vendor engrossed in a dirty magazine would be particularly interested. “And I swear, the game's rigged.”

Leo tilts his head.

“Of course it’s rigged. It’s a carnival.” He shrugs. “They don’t want you to win.”

Usagi crosses his arms over his chest, clenching his fingers. A flash of something genuinely upset crosses his face, and Leo straightens reflexively, frowning.

“Yeah, but he’s a real dick about it,” he snorts. “He won’t even let me just buy them or anything.”

Leo glances back at the booth.

He bites his cheek, flexing fingers before looking back at Usagi – at the hurt painted in thick lines over his face.

“Do you really want that thing?” He asks.

Usagi blinks, looking at him with obvious surprise.

He already snapped the cotton candy stick in half, but now his arms and hands relax slightly.

“Yeah?” He says, which doesn't sound half as confident as Leo would've expected from him.

He decides that it will have to be enough.

“I'll show you a trick,” he says, lowering his voice. But then he hesitates, uncertain. “But you might have to abandon your moral compass a little.”

“I barely know what that means,” Usagi replies, and Leo believes him.

He leads them to a narrow side alleyway, away from any unwanted gaze, before he reaches behind his back, feeling the familiar, calming hum of his sword under his fingers.

He holds out his hand, feeling his friend's gaze, and he preens under the attention.

And with one precise movement – the air in front of them opens up. Leo glances at Usagi out of the corner of his eye – just to make sure he's paying it the attention and admiration it deserves. Even if Usagi has already seen this particular trick many times before.

A blue glow falls on the pavement and Leo's hand, as he reaches through the portal.

“Don't worry,” he says, quickly pulling back, now with an armful of stuffed dinosaur, “he won't even notice he's missing one.”

Usagi's eyes widen.

He holds out his hands, accepting the gift with almost unwarranted gentleness, smoothing the fabric over its crooked neck.

He stares at the plush for the longest moment, lowering his head. He flexes his fingers over it, almost like he's scratching the green fabric. Then he pulls back and his hand hovers, like he doesn't know what to do with it anymore.

He finally sighs, quietly, a little shakily.

“Thank you,” he says, and it sounds weak.

He holds the stuffed animal tighter to his chest, with enough force to make his shoulders tremble slightly. He rocks on his heels, muscles tight.

Leo frowns, tilting his head slightly to look him in the eye.

“Hey, what-”

Usagi sniffs.

Leo straightens, a wave of panic hitting him like hot steam.

“Wow, wow!” He holds out his hands; then lowers them, unsure of what to do with them. “What's wrong?”

Usagi shakes his head, rubbing his face with a hand.

Leo hesitates, only for a moment, before finally reaching out, closing his fingers around Usagi's wrist. He pulls it down, squeezing it lightly.

“You're just,” Usagi sniffs again, “always so nice to me.”

“I'm... Sorry?” Leo tries.

It's clearly not the right move, and Usagi blinks rapidly, his eyes shiny and wet.

His face is always open and honest and right now, it's shattered into a million pieces.

“Okay, okay. Maybe...” He lets his thoughts run loose, searching for the right one.

He pulls away a bit, raising his sword again.

He's still not the best at controlling his own portals, but he's good enough.

Or maybe his sword senses his growing desperation, because the portal that opens up before them seems to lead exactly where he planned.

“Okay,” he repeats, holding out his hand. “Let's get out of here.”

Usagi looks between him and the portal, his face laced with something sad and hurt.

He doesn't seem to trust the portal as much as Leo does.

But he takes his hand anyway.

[ctheathy]

Lost Chances Face Consequences

Kennith Simmons x Reader

Yandere Oneshot

Author’s note: I'm not even kidding when I say that I was utterly destroyed for months after finding out about his homosexuality. Pain.

Allow me to clear something up real quick, as a certain person got frustrated with me because I made a ‘gay male x female’ oneshot. It's not. This story is supposed to represent one brainwashing themselves into “liking” somebody due to their internal loneliness. It's like children who get many “crushes” when it's really just them wanting friends to fill that void.

Kennith/Reader [“Romantic Tendencies”]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! as it's the point of the entire oneshot • Manipulation • Emotional dependency [from Kennith] • Rejection • Non consensual holding • Needle mention • Drugging

“___ ... I love you! Please ... Go out with me?”

Your eyebrows furrowed a little at the boy infront of you as you scrunched your nose in disgust ever so slightly, raising an eyebrow in confusion at his audacity for even asking the question right now.

Kennith Simmons. He's been a good friend of yours ever since highschool... You've both always been the loners among the school, automatically making your bond with one another grow immensely after noticing eachother's isolation and awkward nature. And you might be confused at your current revulsion towards a simple confession coming from the male. Well. It wasn't like you were frustrated with him... But you certainly weren't happy either. The whole scene that was currently playing out just filled you with a massive sense of embarrassment. And perhaps even disappointment?

Why, you may ask?

Because the scene was playing out exactly as it did a few months ago when the roles were reversed. The nervous look on his face, the sweet yet awkward smile plastered on his lips, the many gifts and flowers resting in his sweaty palms, the mere hope in his eyes only for it to be shattered an instant later. It was exactly like yours... The whole scenery was just a direct copy of what happened to you about half a year ago, filling you with complete deja vu. You were always aware of the high risk of falling in love with a close friend... But you couldn't help your foolish self back then.

Bad... Bad mistake.

You still remember his empathetic yet blunt and straightforward statement like a core memory, the first time you've been informed on his romantic preference for men and men only. You're cried yourself to sleep for over twenty times as much as you can remember. Countless of restless nights and stess filled days eating away at your emotional state for God knows how long. And that simple fact messed up your mental health for literal months. And yet... You allowed yourself to let him go. To move on from a crush on somebody you could never have. You improved yourself and you managed to mature in perspective. Time heals a person, is something you learned. And yet, that improvement might be crumbled to bits by his stupid gesture alone. Returning the exact same confession you had given him and behaving as if he didn't reject you.

You just narrowed your eyes a little as you couldn't help but feel slightly weirded out over the entire situation. This wasn't supposed to happen at all and you felt as if he was about to drag you through the mud.

“Kennith... With all due respect, did you get hit on the head and happen to forget about your homosexuality, or...?” you sarcastically spoke with slight snark, this scenario starting to piss you off more than you expected it to. In fact, you would have been on cloud nine if he said this to you about six months ago. But now? You felt as if you were being played with like a fiddle. It was as if you were being deceived for a fool and you weren't having it in the slightest. You managed to move on from your puppy crush on him ... And now he was trying to get you to like him again?

You crossed your arms as he noticeably gulped at your statement. You both knew you were right no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise, he confirmed it himself for goodness sake! You just let out a small sigh, trying to cover up the overwhelming confusion you were feeling at the moment. Your eye was twitching a little that to hide the current anger that was starting to fill your veins. Why were you having this ‘heart-to-heart’ chitchat in the first place?

“You’re right. I only like men but... I can't help but feel like I love you” he spoke out without a single hint of shame, making you cringe a little in the process. You just blinked a few times, trying to take in his words and how foolish it all sounded. “Kennith...” you calmly exclaimed. “You like men. I'm a woman.” you bluntly spoke as you raised an eyebrow once more, trying to make him see the ridicule of his own words. Surely this had to click?

Nope.

“___... I love you ...” he spoke out with a blank tone and facial expression, making you take a step back in the process. It sounded as if he was brainwashed of some sorts... The sentence didn't even sound genuine, it reminded you of auto repeat if you were bluntly honest with yourself. You couldn't help but facepalm, muttering out an ‘you're stubborn...’ under your breath before you went back to stare at him with concern in your eyes. It went back and forth like that for a while. You tried to get your point across how unfair this entire situation was to you and how irrational he was behaving. That you didn't even want to like him as a romantic interest anymore for the sake of your own wellbeing, but Kennith didn't seem to take no as an answer. And you would be lying if you said that this argument wasn't getting the worst out of you. It felt like you were arguing with a child. No matter how neatly you tried to word out your thoughts, he wouldn't listen. And the whole situation was starting to take a toll on you too, your emotions all over the place due to this sudden accusation that he liked you like you liked him all this time. Which was a ridiculous thought on its own already. Eventually, you just snapped.

“damn it-! What will it take for you to open your eyes for once in a lifetime-!?” you hissed back as you could feel tears prickling in your eyes. You had made peace with the fact that he would never like you back, but you could feel all of that resentment slowly returning to where it originally was. All that pain from one simple past rejection crashing back down on you like an asteroid would.

You glared daggers at your the boy you once considered a friend. The boy you were once in love with. “... You don't like me at all. You just feel obligated to because you have nobody else...” you silently muttering out to yourself, looking to the side as you wiped your eye that was currently tearing up. “That’s not love. That's manipulation.” you spat as you directly spelled out the truth right infront of his nose. You shook your head as you bit your lip, trying to keep it from quivering and yourself from bawling your eyes out on the spot.

“You’re manipulating yourself too, get a grip.”

You coldly spoke out before turning around, ready to leave this mess of a conversation behind. But Kennith’s brown eyes couldn't help but widen as soon as you seemed determined to take your leave. And something that caught you even further off guard was his his hand having a tight grip on your arm in an instant, bruising your limb in the process and making you yelp out in pain. You tried to rip your arm from his grasp, but he wouldn't budge in the slightest, making you grow paranoid and even more emotional than before. You warned for him to let go, resistance and slight hostility in your once gentle voice. But he just continued to stare, piercing right through your soul with those blank features. You grew hesitant.

But you felt like your heart was about to burst out of your chest as he suddenly pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you in a tight grip as if you were a stress toy, his ‘embrace’ only growing more uncomfortable as time went on. You were just frozen in place, not expecting such a death grip from a fragile boy such as Kennith. He was holding onto you as if he would die if he didn't have you close for a mere second.What happened in those six months when you two grew apart? You couldn't help but shiver slightly as his hands caressed all over your back, seemingly trying to comfort you. But if anything, it only stressed you out even further and you swore you were on the verge of a panic attack. Your blood ran cold as soon as you felt a tiny sting on the side on your arm, getting one last glance of an injection needle and his last words managing to reach your ears.

“A label will not stop me from having you”

[ilovetheseattlemariners]

Getting cooked

Yes, it's beginning to become that time. Where this peaceful disquietude is reaching its end. Suddenly the world I put on pause and forgot, the world of my first year, is beginning to resume, and I can't really take it, to be honest. It'll continue without me, and while everyone basks in the pleasures I'll be in this purgatory that isn't actually a purgatory except I make it one.

I might not ever see you, coworker S. We had fun, didn't we? We'll last forever, won't we? I asked coworker L if i could work Monday -- not saying that I was asking if we could work monday together, one last time -- and she just laughed me off. Things just work out that way, I suppose.

I keep on thinking about so many of the people I met at the gig. They'll be my life in the following years, at least theoretically. The people at the candy store are already practically gone from my life. I don't know. I want to keep them all. I'm bad at that. You should know that by now.

Will you all promise to keep me somewhere, at least? Somewhere where none of this ever happened. Where we can trust in the past which isn't true yet isn't a lie. Will you give me that, at least?

Mom finally admitted that Dad was committing "emotional abuse" against her. No more insinuations. I don't want to see them both dedicate their lives to each other. It's just sad and trite and painful. And honestly they will because they're Catholics and that's what a bunch of random fucks thousands of years ago decreed before they knew anything about this planet. Like my mom nearly booked a flight for her and my dad to go to New York and silently I was begging her not to because like they don't like each other in the slightest. My dad doesn't even bother pretending anymore. But today she confided in me that she decided not to because she'd just been so unhappy these past few days and like fuck I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had the chance to raise me and my brother as kids and I guess the moment left you and now you're trying your best to tell us its still there when in truth the moment isn't there and in truth we still aren't there. I'm not eight any longer. Sometimes I just can't stand either of them, but its during sobering moments like when my mom picks me up from work and confides in me such poignant and painful moments like that, or when my dad was dropping me off earlier today and he was making corny unfunny banter to make me smile -- and it did make me smile, in a sort of pitying way, that I realize that I will cry and cry and cry and cry when they both die.

And I'm so shit at living life. I still haven't applied for student loan and I'm locked out of getting my ID fixed for the foreseeable future because I can't work a fucking calendar. Honestly I think the most correct viewing of this scenario is that I'm a victim to bureaucracy (I was about to make a comment about how of course bureaucracy is one of those words you can't spell, but I aced my first attempt at spelling it), but I guess one of bureaucracy's tricks is making you feel like it's your fault.

I need to date someone. I think that's the solution. Also mariners won today which makes everything a bit better. I think I played well last night at the gig. I love you.

[tetsunabouquet]

I thought of the scenario could I please ask for a yandere Senri with kianna in this scenario he meets her as part of the night class

* in this scenario Subaru let her change schools*

And catches feelings for her but she avoids him since she doesn't know what he wants from her

And the rest is up to you

A/N: Because you loved my headcanons for your OC's so much, I decided to give you a one-shot this time! Sorry it took a while for this request, its been years since I've written from the perspective of a yandere character, so I had to get back into it.

Senri normally did not take too much interest in other girls, not even if they were new to Cross Academy, but Kianna was different. When she was introduced to the class, his heart skipped a beat at the sight of her demure beauty. If you asked Senri, she had a something delicate and serene, like a flower petal. Her scent was equally as intoxicating, and he could get high simply by catching a whiff of Kianna. He was famished for her blood in ways he couldn't describe with words. Barely having any presence, it was easy to lay around the dorm and keep an eye on her under the pretense he was asleep. He soaked up every conversation Kianna had that he could overhear, getting drunk on her sweet voice. Having her followed by a servant or a familiar wasn't that difficult either. Within this violence, chaos ridden world of vampires where peace was just a projected illusion by the most powerful, Senri wanted to make sure she was safe. He was thankful Subaru had already gotten rid of his other brothers. It would be a pain to kill them all himself. Make no mistake, if Subaru ever even did the slightest thing out of line, Senri would slice his head off but for now, Subaru was useful. His friends didn't pose a problem either, on the contrary, Rima befriending Kianna over their shared love for goth fashion only gave Senri even more excuses to get close with Kianna and be near her often. He was very irritated with the fact she avoided him whenever they hung out, but Senri would not give up so easily. Kianna also sat on the other side of Rima during class and whilst he somewhat envied Rima for sitting next to her it was easy to secretly glance at Kianna during class with his close proximity nonetheless. Senri was admittedly also guilty of planting some spy technology around Rima's room and a GPS tracker in her purse so he could keep tabs on her and Kianna whenever they went out shopping. He might feel a tad bit guilty over using his long-time friend in such manner, but all guilt was forgotten the second he thought of Kianna. Senri was an intoxicated fool in love and as much as he hated being compared to his father, it shouldn't be that surprising that he at least shared a trait with his father when it came to how obsessive they could be. Right now, Senri was accompanying Rima and Kianna to a fashion designer that was close to his mother back in her acting days. He tried to push down his irritation at Kianna for choosing to sit next to Rima instead of him but someday, she would fall for him, he was certain. Rima was trying her best not to gush as she chatted with Kianna about the skirt she had long wanted from the designer. Senri soaked in Kianna's responses like a human trying to sunbathe, wanting it to penetrate his every pore as if it could swallow her voice, her touch. Someday, he would have her all to himself, he just needed to play the game right. Thankyfully, Senri was not an impatient person and was willing to wait years for Kianna to notice him. He smiled at the girls and informed them they were near the designer's place as the car driver stopped. He got out of the car first to hold open the door for Kianna and Rima, appearing as the perfect gentleman. The girls each stepped out, and he gestured at them to follow him. He walked in the middle, relishing to be the only one walking next to Kianna, who was looking a tad bit uneasy. He refused to care, someday, she would be his and his alone. He would remain here, wrapping her around his finger with gestures to please her and give her as many gifts as he could until she realized there was no one as devoted as Senri to become her husband. Yes, Kianna was his.

[radioiaci]

Alastor was not immune to taking stock in laughter. Michael's amusement pulled from him a bit of a cheesy grin, quite pleased with himself for making the outer façade of the seemingly serious angel crack. Ah, so there was more to him than just propriety and intellectualism. Fancy that.

"If I knew what they looked like, I'm sure I could conjure up some interesting imagery of such a scenario," he replied, giving an amused chuckle of his own. Not quite as lively as Michael's laughter had been, but he was a creature who could take a mood and run with it. Even if he had not the slightest clue as to what a seraphim or any other archangel looked like. His only experience had been with Lucifer and Adam's jolly, murderous band of exorcists. And those, he did not count.

The radio demon watched the other as his mood shifted to a more serious tone once again, this time a bit less poised to strike with his own snark and wit now that he'd pulled something just a touch more human from Michael in the exchange. There was value in that, in Alastor's eyes. It put them on slightly more equal footing - made him feel as though he was not being talked down to.

Such was his usual issue with authority figures. The king and queen of Hell included in that gaggle of individuals. He hardly considered anyone else to be above him in that regard.

If he were to make a guess, listening to Michael's words, Alastor might guess that the angel somewhat resented those labels. Perhaps because of the resulting fate of Lucifer. And yet it was stuffed deep and well beneath the layers of acceptance that was trying hard to overwrite that resentment - with frustration that nothing had seemed to change the assumption yet. And perhaps that nothing ever would.

Opening his mouth to say something, Alastor decided against it when Michael turned the subject and he blinked once or twice.

"Your own problems?" He asked, curious. And now that he was remembering -

"Before that. I've another question for you."

He knew that Michael was not held to a compulsion to answer his questions. But angels surely held stock in honesty, didn't they? To lie to Alastor's face would be a bold choice.

"What else did you heal last night?"

It was borderline accusatory, but Alastor maybe did not intend it to come out that way. He genuinely wanted to know - what was the intent? What did Michael glean from his efforts? Would there, could there, be some possible way to remove the pentagram for good...?

He was getting ahead of himself, he thought. One thing at a time.

   The question of the banjo and then the actual appearance of it startled the Archangel. Though at first his fingers didn’t miss a beat, when Alastor started playing it and then made it vanish like nothing happened–he cracked. The slip of the notes, the burst of laughter that actually pulled from him. Quiet, light and airy, an attempt at choking it back as more pearls of it startled out of his own chest. Enough that the tune he was playing was slightly off key. He attempted to pull it back in, his shoulders shaking as his fingers found their proper positions once more to continue the fast and joyful tune. 

   “Heaven above can you imagine if I broke a banjo out during hymns? Can you picture the expression on those higher ups' faces? The lecture that Gabriel would give me? I would give someone a heart attack! Doesn’t matter that they can’t die, they’d collapse right there and become so distressed their feathers would fall off.” 

   Another laugh fell from him, this one a bit louder at the image in his head. One of those old stuffy Seraphims balding and panicking as Michael plucked wildly at the banjo like he’s lost all sense of himself and his position up there. If he could have printed that mental image out and tucked it away for a secret laugh whenever he needed something to cheer him up he absolutely would have. 

   Brilliant. 

   The little plush made a reappearance and Micahel finally pulled his fingers away from the piano, lightly laying his palm over the keys as he stared up at the blue and white bird. A dove, one of the first ones he made, he believes, but he made so many of them that it was hard to really say. He makes them as a stress reliever and he has so many half done, unfinished ones sitting in his office that he’ll probably never actually finish. 

   “Most people don’t. They look at me and they see what they want to see. This overbearing, murderous, controlling paper pusher that just exists to tell them they’re doing something wrong or not good enough.” Turning on the bench he stood to his feet, putting some distance between himself and Alastor once more. “I suppose I don’t do anything to change that perspective though.” Not that trying would actually do that. He’s grown to accept the labels and titles that others throw on him. 

   Clearing his throat he turned around and clasped his hands in front of himself. “Well, why don’t we move on now that the stress doll is here. I can try and heal you, though my own problems today might prevent me from doing it fully rather than yourself. I should at least be able to get another section of it freed from you.”

[thisismyaha]

ch182

oh cheongryeo my little psychopath you really are a psycho

he's so red flag red flag im so in love alslkd i didnt expect a whole ass kidnapping scene but like damn thats good pay off considering the sprinkling of foreshadowing, building tension and bait with the fake de-escalating "im sorry" part

listen i like my ships as messy as possible. the more they bring out the worst in each other to the point it loops back into actually making them better is so Peak Ship Dynamic

warning: my opinions and some personal critiques on dod here

i think im gonna take a break on reading this though and just wait for manhwa updates instead because the novel is very ... slow? or maybe i should say its a bit too light hearted for me i dunno

i think it would have been a little more interesting if the other members of testar were also part of some other system or if there was just a lot more drama in genera. i dont know but considering what i know of irl kpop and the really messy fights that happened, the internal and interpersonal character conflicts here are just the slightest bit too tame for me personally and, while that isn't necessarily bad thing, its just not to my drama loving taste. also the external conflicts aren't all that spicy either to act as a counterbalance.

well tbh, i was already very worried when i saw the survival show format and the first debut or die mission because thats a very short term conflict. and the back to back missions, format and tension of the survival show is incredibly good for creating escalating high stakes and, combined with the death penalty, it has a natural development for consistently high tension and lots of potential drama and conflicts. and the novel hit those points very well. and while i think they definitely could have potentially made this arc a little longer and explore different aspects, it does end as a satisfactory first arc. but now there's the rest of the 600 chapter story which will have to match that level of tension. and so far i dont think it really has? at least until cheongryeo LMAO which is why i love him so much!! he makes things interesting and the novel isnt afriad to make him villainous and start shit up and do actual things that really fucks up moondae and has like some future consequences like oh no whats gonna happen to their relationship, whatll they do in the future when they meet, whats happening to the other members and their relo with this sunbae who they admired

i just feel the novel is really fluffy and light hearted for a death scenario concept. and even if it didn't want external conflicts to be too heavy, a way to keep the stakes might have been to shift focus onto interpersonal conflicts instead. like i really thought they'd continue to do that when the keun seijin and bae seijin arc happened. and then the chungwon arc too! but it feels like its been twenty small online conflicts in a row between them. i just want stuff with like actual group breaking, and potentially friendship destroying conflicts that they have to work through.

yes the testar members are wholesome and nice and they love moondae and...? that's about it right now for the last some chapters now. they dont have arguments, they dont even really properly talk to each other. i know moondae treats it like coworkers and professionalism but maybe bring up more of the other members perspectives. like i know we're in moondae's pov but like considering the consistent pov shifts, it wouldn't be too bad to at least make it so that we can flesh out the other members and their relationships with each other too?

but like what do i know?

maybe i should've seen moondae's easy rise to platnium and quick skill up as an indicator that this novel isn't really focused on drama and breaking the kneecaps of its mc like what i prefer. i dunno i just thought that was a bait or smth and things escalate hard later or smth HAHAH yeah i guess when i saw the death failure, i jumped to conclusions and thought this novel would be a really gritty one that might touch on and explore the messed up behind the scenes of kpop