#platonic hunting dogs

[sparda-soully]

Disturbance of the Peace

Parents Fyolai x adopted, daughter! reader

Headups: Strictly PLATONIC with reader! Fyodor and Nikolai are husbands bc yes. Fyodor, Nikolai, and some other characters may be OOC so I apologize for that. Just silly fun with the Dostoevsky-Gogol Family!!

Just writing this to highlight the fluff, found family troupe and totally not bc my husband (ahem, Fukuzawa) was like that in the latest chapter 😇. Hope you enjoy this!!

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Sounds of water were dripping against the acrylic sink. Soon, a brushing noise was followed afterwards. In the mirror, a young girl — who looked about seven years old — was seen brushing her teeth with a light blue toothbrush. Her outfit was pajamas with tiny strawberries scattered across her pants. She carefully move her toothbrush back and forth in small strokes as to not damage her gums; father said to be careful after all!....Although papa highly encouraged her to do so as it was supposedly "fun". Yeah right.

Getting every nook and cranny of her teeth, she gathered water into a small cup, raising it to her lips. She tooked a gulp of water, swirling and gargling the water mixed with the toothpaste before spitting the fluid out. Then, filling her palms with the lukewarm water, she washed her face, relinquishing the sudden warmth. The faucet turned, shutting the water off. With her eyes closed, she fiddled her fingers around, trying to feel where she left her towel at. Upon reaching the area she left it at, her fingers didn't made any contact with the soft material.

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'...That's weird. I thought I put it here', you thought, finally opening your eyes. You ignored the wetness that was drenched on your face in favor of searching for your towel. Your e/c eyes stared at the marble countertop, blinking in confusion as the realization caught up to you. The towel where you originally placed it at was missing, making you utterly perplexed. "...Huh..?", you mumbled, standing there.

You were sure you placed it there; there was no way it disappeared! Unless if it was–. As if you finally caught on about the mysterious disappearance of your towel, a voice called behind you. "Why hello little dove! How is my favorite girl doin'?", an eccentric voice inquired. Turning around, you were greeted with your papa, Nikolai bending down at your height. His visible bluish grey eye pierced directly into your e/c eyes, seemingly staring into your soul.

"папа..?", you said his name which earn you a bigger smile. Frenzied, exotic laughter erupted from his lips, sharp teeth made its appearance. "Bingo! That's me", he cheered, still staring straight at you without blinking. His smile etched further on his face, stretching across cheeks until it finally reached its limit. The two of you maintained eye contact, not breaking it at all as if the two of y'all were cats quietly sneaking up upon your prey.

Silence loomed over the two of you until you decided to break it. "What are you doing here?", you asked, finally blinking which made you lose the game the two of you were silently engaged in. Hearing your question, your papa swiftly stand back up in a dramatic way. "Oh poor me! My own daughter doesn't want to see me, how utterly terrible! You don't care about your dear old dad? Who could've raise such monster", he whined, placing his hands over his heart as he wore a crestfallen expression.

"Eh? No! I mean–What are you doing back home early? You and отец were busy with Uncle Sigma and Grandpa with something", you mentioned. Immediately, Nikolai's expression shifted into a beaming one. "Well we're finished now! So come on and let's play some games. Ooo, how about Go Fish, Patty Cake? Or how about Stab the Jester? It's your favorite!", he sprouted game suggestions. Your papa was big on the idea of games, after all kids your age were supposed to enjoy their youth so here comes the introduction of games! Although, they all have his own little spin of his twisted mind especially that last one but we don't talk about that! That's for later.

Your eyes sparkled, practically beaming at the idea of playing your favorite game, Stabbing the Jester. You wished you could played but unfortunately, one you had school tomorrow and two you still have to find your lost towel. Giving your papa a sad smile, you slowly shook your head which made him have a confused look. His daughter never turned down his amazing ideas so why now?

"Sorry papa, but I have school tomorrow. You know, father will scold me and you if he catches us playing games this late at night", you explained, giving him an apologetic look. It was true, your father was strict and stern when it came to your studies, wanting you to sleep early and study to exceed your brilliant intelligence further. It was a significant contrast to your papa who was the whimsical, quirky parent that spoils their child rotted. "Ugh who cares what Fedya said? We'll keep it a secret, pinky promise!", he proposed, lifting his pinky and wiggling it in the air, eagerly encouraging you to entangled your pinky with his. As tempting as it was, you still didn't want to face your father's wrath.

Still, you shook your head which made Nikolai pouted, his eyes narrowing at your declination. "No thanks, I don't wanna deal with father's punishment. Besides I need to find my towel...", you gazed around, trying to search for your towel. Hearing that you were looking for your towel, Nikolai's face suddenly faltered into a cheeky, evil smirk. His teeth flashed at you as a glint of anticipation and excitement glimmered in his bluish eye. Uh oh. Before you could speak, he cuts you off with a big grin.

"Quiz time!", those two words made you mentally groaned to yourself. If he's doing one of his quiz, that means he has an answer to it. "Where do you think you put your towel at?", he inquired, putting his pinky finger down. He brought his hands behind his back, letting his black and white cape draped over him. A mischievous expression formed on his face, tugging his lips into a big smile. "It was on the counter but it's gone...so that means y-", before you could finished, your papa interrupted you.

"Ding Ding Ding! Did you say I used my ability? Well you're indeed correct my маленький ангел!", he spoiled the answer out of his own excitement that was surging within him. You sighed, already fed up with his antics. Glancing up at him, you gave him a look which made him chuckled. Nikolai was amused by your behavior; he wanted to spend time with you right now since he was practically gone by the moment you woke up because the Decay of Angels had a meeting all of a sudden. So, he'll do whatever it is to keep you and himself entertain, even if that meant preventing you from getting sleep.

You were about to ask him to give it back when you felt something soft patting your cheek. Averting your eyes to your right, you saw an orange portal with Nikolai's dark magenta glove grasping the towel. He gently wiped your wet face with slow strokes as if you were a delicate kitten. You noticed your papa's visible eye softened with a look of content and love swirling in them. It was a rare sight to see your papa like this, deep in a trance while gently taking care of you like any good parent would for their kids.

After he dried your face, he bop your nose, shooting a wink at you which made you giggle. He deactivated his ability, placing the towel back on the counter. Briskly, he scooped you into his arms, lifting you and tossing you up in the air. High pitched squeals and laughter escaped from you when you were latched in the air. As he threw you up in the air, he skillfully and efficiently moved out of the bathroom and into your bedroom while tossing you up and down like a ragdoll. It was a normal occurrence for you and your papa; yeah it wasn't ideal and was dangerous for numerous reasons but if you're happy and having fun, then he'll continued toss you in the air just for you to be a free bird spreading its wings and soaring through the air. This process repeated for some time, disturbing your sleep schedule.

It seems like that high pitched noises and laughter drawn another person's presence. Footsteps stride towards your bedroom with precise, fluent movement. A pale hand grasped your doorknob, turning it to the side before opening it fully. I guess the fits of excitement drowned the noise of someone coming in. "Y/n. Koyla", a monotone voice made you and your papa directed y'all's gaze towards the man standing by the doorway. Instantly, Nikolai stopped throwing you in the air, still carrying you in his arms. A surprised gaze washed over his face as your hands clutched your papa's two-toned jacket. Your heart skipped a beat, sweat dripped down your brow as you stared at your father in a look that children gave to their parents when they did something wrong.

Sharp, dark purple eyes glared at you, making you shy away from him. You buried your face into your papa's clothes, wrinkling his attire greatly. "Nikolai, why are you pestering our child with your foolish antics? It's passed her bed time", his thick Russian accent accentuate his sterness. His husband just blinked at his words, slightly pouting at his serious partner; readjusting you in his arms, he made sure you weren't fully looking at your father. "But Fedya! It's only 9:30 pm, and I haven't seen my favorite dove at all! Just let us have some father-daughter time for a bit", he whined, drastically swaying his body from side to side. Fydor just stared, unfazed by his actions or whiny voice. This was the man he choose to married...so of course he'll be used to his tomfoolery.

"No. She has school tomorrow", your father begins to sauntered towards you two. His long coat fell behind him with each stride he took. He gave Nikolai a look, but Nikolai still had you in his arms, refusing to give you to him. Your father sighs at the stubborn man. "Koyla, do you want her to be sleepy in class?", he asked, making him pondered. Eventually, he slowly shook his head no. Yes he was a deranged man but he still cared about your health! You were just a small dove, having lack of sleep could possibly hindered your performance of soaring through the sky, something he greatly feared. Finally acknowledging defeat, he gazed back at you, pulling your face off from his wrinkled buttoned up jacket.

"Ah I guess you're right, having a sleepy bird wouldn't be so good now will it? So it's time to return back to the nest for some proper rest!", he exclaimed with a smile returning back to his face. Nikolai carried you to your bed, ready to place you down and tuck you in, but your father interfered. "Koyla, you should go. I'll tuck her to bed", he asserted. Hearing his words, Nikolai felt shock that Fyodor suggested such thing; I mean, he should tuck you in, clearly he's the better parent when it came to "sleeping"....Or so he claims, in fact he isn't the ideal person of tucking a small child to bed without telling some stories that will leave them up at night.

"Eh, why not?! I'm perfectly capable of putting her to sleep!", he pulls you futher into his embrace, refusing to let you go. Of course he'll be on the offense side right now. "Remember the last time you tuck her into bed? You told her a story that made her have nightmares for a few days. She was forced to sleep in our room. I won't let that happen again", Fyodor's remark made Nikolai shot a glare at him.

"Hey it was funny!". "Not to her though".

You knew that your papa will go back and forth with your father over this small issue, so you tugged on his jacket, causing him to averted his attention to you. "Papa, I want отец to tuck me to bed", your comment made Nikolai sulk. You wanted your father more than him? Haha! What a funny joke...right? "Oh how cruel of you! You just broke my heart into millions of pieces! Such a ferocious mouth you have. So you would rather hang out with your father than me?", he begins his drama cries, hoping you'll fall for it. Unfortunately for him, you were so smart for your age that the guilt tripping didn't fazed you. "No, I didn't say that. I just want father to tucked me to bed", you clarified, earning you a huff. "Fine...But just know I'm getting you out of school early tomorrow!", he declared, staring directly at you which made you smiled a bit. "No Nik-". "Alright папа! Let's play tons of games tomorrow!", you beamed in excitement with the thought of getting picked up early.

Fyodor wanted to say no, but with the two of y'all already chatting about plans tomorrow, he decided to let this slide just this once. His eyes still remained on his husband, urging him to say his goodbyes just so they could talk alone. Seeing his husband's hidden message, Nikolai quickly tossed you up in the air one last time before pulling you into a bone crushing embrace which made it harder for you to breath. Sensing the sudden lack of air you had, he loosen his clutches around you. "Ah goodnight my little angel! Sleep tight and let song birds drifted you to sleep", with his final goodnight, he ruffles your hair a bit before giving you to your father. He gave one more look at his loving family before exiting out of the room leaving you two alone.

You were now in your father's arms, glancing up at him with a glimpse of wonder and nervousness shining in your eyes. Dark purple eyes stared back at you as his grip around him was gentle compare to your papa's. You wanted to say something but couldn't because of your thoughts blaring and tainting your mind with negativity about your father's disappointment of not following his words. As if he knew the internal conflict stirring within you, he spoke up. "It's alright, маленький ангел", he reassured you, slowly placing you down on the soft mattress. He pulled the blanket over you, letting the new found warmth consumed you. Still, you felt bad that you went against your father's words. Your eyes were glue on the dark red blanket, fingers firmly gripping the cozy material.

"...I know but still. I could've told papa I was heading to bed, instead I gotten distract", your mouse like voice made him hum. You didn't get an instant response from your father which made you more tense. Will he have an outburst just like others before when you didn't follow their orders?...No, you shouldn't think about them, they didn't matter now. You have father and papa now and that's all that matters, you're safe.

"Like I said, it's alright. There's no need to fret over something minor like that. You're just a child. I don't expect you to be sharp with your time", he raised his hand and carefully patted your head. The unexpected affection made you staggered, unable to process what just happen. You calmed your breaths, letting yourself relaxed at the sudden weight bestowed on your head. It felt nice to endured, experienced even especially since your father wasn't a man who displayed affection often. His reassureness and touch seemingly eased you down enough that your worries begin to leisurely slip away from your mind and heart.

"However, that doesn't mean I'll let this slide though", he reprimanded which you expected. Your father was the strictest out of your family, but he means well; he has his own way of showing that he cares and one of them was being strict. "You'll be accompanying me after school. There you will write and speak in Russian as well as Ukrainian and you must perform them in front of me. Do you understand?", his expression never faltered from his neutral look. He maintained his respectful composure and spoke in a professional, authoritative manner that accentuated his place as a parent.

You listened with keen ears, indulging his words carefully. "Mhm, I understand, father", you muttered with a small nod. Finally, you spared a glimpse at your father's dark purple eyes. It was refreshing seeing him again; the calm voids of his eyes made you feel better. His eyes told so much more than his words and body language. Concern clouded his eyes, yet his body posture was straight and firm as if nothing happened. The phrase, "Eyes don't lie", truly can described who your father was.

"Y/n, I'm not angry at you", he adds again, hoping those words go through that thick skull of yours. "You went along with Koyla's antics because you missed him. You missed us and I apologize for not spending much time with you lately", he brushed the strands away from your face so he could see your expression. Your eyes shot opened with your lips agape. At first, you couldn't speak due to this but alas, words finally spilled from your mouth. "It's okay, отец. Work has been keeping you and papa busy", you said.

You never knew what your dads did for work as it wasn't your business. Although, you visit their supposed based before and sat in your father's lap as he did some stuff on his computer. Sometimes, your grandpa will take you away and make the Hunting Dogs watched you while he and your family do some...work. "How about I'll take you to one of those new cafe that recently opened up? The one you keep pestering us about", he asked which made you immediately deepen your gaze on him. "REALLY!? You'll take me?", you tossed the blanket off of you, now sitting up on your knees. Eyes sparkled in anticipation, waiting for his answer.

Chuckles erupted from him due to your outburst. "Of course. It'll be you and I. I'll sent Koyla to do something with Sigma", he said, making you more excited. It looked like you were about to burst any minute with enthusiasm fueling your body. "But you need to go to sleep. You have school tomorrow", being reminded of school, you sulked. You didn't want to go to that dreadful place with a bunch of average kids; you were much better than them evident to your straight A's on your report cards and test. You wanted to hang out with your family, but it looks like that was only possible after school and on weekends. Oh well, at least you were gonna be having much fun with your parents this week!

Fyodor begins to tuck you in again much to your disappointment. The clock on your wall read 9:42, about a good 12 minutes has passed since your small scolding happened. When your Russian father pulled the blacket over your small body, he was about to leave when your fingers gripped his white shirt. "Hm? What is it?", he looked back at you with a confused look. "Can you read me a bed time story...?", you gave him your best puppy dog eyes. "But it's passed your bed time-". "Pleassssseeee", you pleaded, still tugging on his shirt relentlessly. With a sigh, he turned around, sauntering back towards you.

This action made your lips curled upwards. You let go of his shirt, pulling the blanket further on you. Fyodor headed towards your book shelf, scanning at each book before landing on one of them that caught his eye. He pulled it out, staring at the cover as he walked back towards you. Pulling out a chair, he sat down in a close yet far away distance. "Is this good?", he showed you the book. You observed the book with wonder and interest and with a smile, you nod.

Getting a confirmation, he read off the title and author, crediting them before opening the book. Soon, the once quiet air was filled with a thick Russian accent. The way he pronounced each words gave a calming effect as if soothing you to sleep. Flipping through page after page, he read each line with clarity and sharpness. His quiet yet soothing voice was making you droopy. You felt yourself gradually shifting back and forth to the dream world and the real world. Alas, your eyelids touched each other, making your eyelashes act like closed gates. Small snores escaped your mouth and you finally succumb to a deep slumber.

And as soon as your father said those fairytale words, you were completely knock out. You nuzzled against your blanket, seeking its warmth with great possessiveness. Fyodor's lips twitched into a small smile; he closed the book, standing up before returning the book back onto its original position on the shelf. He slide the chair back to its place by your table, and he loomed over you. Seeing how peaceful and innocent you look, a soft, tender glint glimmered in his eyes. You were just a child after all of this, a child in this God forsaken world. After everything that happened to you, you still acted like a child regardless of your past.

He swore he'll changed this world by completing his goal: a world without ability users. He will carried out God's will and fulfilled his dream to ensure his daughter's innocence and prevent losing his husband. Bending down, he kissed your forehead before reciting a little prayer to you. He stood up, fixing up your blanket to make sure you were warm enough. He strolled towards the door, hands already on the doorknob. He took one last glimpse at your sleeping figure. "Goodnight, маленький ангел", he muttered, turning the lights off before exiting out of your room and closing the door behind him.

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Merry Christmas y'all! Hope you all are having an amazing Christmas! And if yall don't celebrate it, then Happy Holidays! ^ ^

I just wanted to write something Bungo Stray Dogs related as I'm getting back into this silly show/manga. (Please I just wanted to do something platonic and fluff bc of the latest chapters occurring in the bsd manga 🥲)

All rights reserved!! | Please do not steal, claim, or plagiarized this as I put a lot of effort into this | Dec. 25, 2024 | ©Sparda-Soully

[bonne-chanson]

YOUR WRITING IS SO GOOD AEUGHHHHHHHHHH

sorry just needed to get that out

could I request (platonic) teruko with a hunting dog reader? on the job they're both professional and stuff but when they're not working they kinda have an older sibling-younger sibling dynamic. basically just teruko actually able to be a child

feel free to ignore this request if you don't want to take it! I LOVE YOUR WRITING BYEEEE

a/n: AAAAA TYTY that fukuzawa fic was my very first time writing for him (and my very first time publishing an x reader) so i was a lil too nervous abt the reactions i’d get 😭 glad you enjoy my writing! here’s the teruko fic you’ve been waiting for 🫶 i'm kind of scared for this one as well (maybe a tad insecure abt it too) since i'm not too close to teruko (somehow this ended up becoming another character study of sorts ackkk), but there was definitely an attempt. i just hope she isn't so ooc here... :c as always, feel free to read the notes at the end for my references and extra research!

a thousand paper cranes

✑ character/s: platonic! teruko ōkura x reader

✑ short desc: sadako sasaki tried to grant her own wish one day by folding a thousand paper cranes. at some point later down the line, teruko ōkura decided that she wanted to do the same.

✑ content includes: fluff ; sfw ; slight angst ; just some bonding moments between reader and teruko and their developing sibling dynamic ; slight (unintentional) character study(?)

✑ word count: 3.1k words

Sadako was born to be a runner. Her mother always said that Sadako had learned to run before she could walk.

And Teruko Ōkura was born to be a soldier. Gifted with the ability to manipulate her age and that of others — the perfect ability to make use of for interrogation and torture — it was only natural for her to walk down the path of violence from the very beginning.

Every praise earned, be it from their captain, from a fellow Hunting Dog or even a passing civilian confirmed it to be true. There was no place for her in normalcy, and so as long as her entire existence revolved around her ability, her duty, and her loyalty to the Hunting Dogs, there would never be a place for her in normalcy.

From the very first day you were recruited to become a part of the organization, it was something you took note of almost immediately. You'd been assigned to work under her unit for the first few months as part of your rookie training and often assisted her during interrogations — her specialty. No criminal taken in for questioning came out with their sanity in-tact, their eyes often foggy with horror and tongues limp from the shock. She reveled in that twisted skill of hers, of being able to draw out answers from some of the most calloused personalities alive by exhausting their bodies over and over again from constant aging and de-aging, and it was unnerving for you to witness someone with such a childish appearance take pride in the kind of job that bordered on psychopathic.

You were certain that such a thing would have already been investigated and laid to rest by the government, had it not been the government itself relaying those orders to the Hunting Dogs themselves, even permitting certain acts that go far beyond what's written in the Japanese constitution.

What a questionable justice system, you think.

And an even more questionable recruitment system within that system of justice to have a young girl take the lead for something so gruesome.

It was a rather traumatic session you had with the vice captain when your coworker, Jouno, had approached you, sensing the unease in your heartbeat.

"Sit this out a little longer. She's a good person — just... had to mature herself quicker than most, and not on her own volition," he told you. And when he felt your confusion from the stutter of your breath, he continued, "The vice captain isn't as deranged and numbed to brutality as she makes herself out to be. Give it some time."

You made no effort to reply, only humming a noise of recognition at his words before quietly treading up the next floor to give yourself some time in the washroom. Jouno was someone you trusted, after all; beyond being able to detect lies from heartbeats and breathing patterns alone, he also knew the other members better than you, after all, and was one of the very few people to hold an endless amount of understanding and patience for the vice captain.

The following week, when you were assigned to bring in another ability-using criminal responsible for data theft and aggravated murder from within the parliament, you did your best not to allow your muddled thoughts slip through to your expression. To no avail, however, the plum-haired girl commented on your appearance anyway.

"This filthier part of our job isn't exactly something you have to learn to take pride in at any point in time later on."

You could have sworn you saw her professionalism falter for the briefest of moments.

"...However, it is what's necessary when it comes to pursuing justice and order in this line of work."

All you could do was nod in response, taking the bag off of the unconscious man's head, and from there began another torturous three hours of nothing but agonizing pain and screaming. As always, you two managed to leave the room with all the information you both needed after putting the man to rest very quickly.

He was no innocent man anyway, you reassured yourself. And for sure, he was going to earn the death penalty by trial; slitting his throat was just a quicker way to end things for him and fix the little wedge in the system as soon as possible (by getting rid of it, of course).

You turned to look at the little girl walking alongside you as you both made your way to the captain waiting for the both of you in the meeting room.

Sadako was born to be a runner. Her mother always said that Sadako had learned to run before she could walk.

It was then and there that you finalized (did you, really?) your judgement of Teruko Ōkura in your head — Teruko Ōkura was a Hunting Dog born to be a soldier and a weapon for order, and a dog of justice to the government she would always be.

The next few hours of paperwork being filed and an adjourned meeting later were a blur. Praises from the captain himself punctuated the final conversation you had with the rest of your fellow Hunting Dogs before the two of you were able to earn a proper break, deciding to spend your time outside the building and out at a local café. It was the vice captain's idea to drag you there for some bonding time with you, her subordinate, and the first activity on the list was trying out some new desserts they had recently put up on the menu for the season — typical of young girls her age.

Admittedly, it was almost strange to see your superior gawking over a piece of cake before her as if she hadn't just conducted a three-hour torture session with a criminal less than an hour ago. Her face genuinely seemed a little brighter off-duty, and although it may have been just the late afternoon sun giving her eyes the twinkles you've rarely ever seen from her before (with the exception of whenever she received praises from Captain Fukuchi) and within the confines of the dark basement you two conducted torture sessions in, there was something about the way she childishly took to the desserts on the table that made your heart ache a little for the Hunting Dog before you.

So, as you take a few sips from the strawberry milkshake you had ordered a while ago, you begin to wonder—

How short of a time did it take for the world to twist her head beyond repair?

"Psst, hellooooo?" she calls, waving a fork with a piece of cake stabbed in front of your face. "Earth to [Y/N]? You good?"

When you don't answer, unable to think of a way to respond to her, she frowns.

"Don't tell me you're allergic to pistachio or something," Teruko huffs, eating the cake on the fork. "I paid more than I should have for these trendy Dubai chocolate cakes, ya know!"

You blink at her before stabbing into your cake with the fork to take a piece before putting it into your mouth. It was sweet, and delightfully so; your eyes widen a little and your expression brightens in response to its taste. You haven't been able to indulge in much sugar lately given the dietary restrictions for your mandatory monthly surgery.

Teruko laughs heartily at your reaction and grins, pointing her own fork at you.

"Told ya they were scrumptious!" she exclaims with pride. "I heard about it from a few passing civilians on the way here, and I figured we just had to try these after work!"

"Hm..." You chew for a bit before pursing your lip in thought. "I feel like it's a little too sweet."

Your vice captain scrunches her nose at your comment. "What? No, it isn't!"

"Yeah, it is," you argue. "Although... to be fair, the pistachio kinda balances the chocolate out, so it doesn't make it too overwhelming."

She crosses her arms at you with a huff. "Okay, well, which of the desserts on the menu would you have preferred?"

You mull the items over in your head for a little before giving your answer. "I think the apple crumble looks good."

"But there's no chocolate in that."

"Does it have to have chocolate for it to be good?"

Visits to the café after all those weekly interrogations and missions in general became a routinely thing for the both of you.

The more time you spent with Teruko, the more you saw through the façade she was forced to grow for herself, and in turn, the more time she spent with you, the more she found herself being comfortable enough to become vulnerable in your presence. With every dessert shared and every few jokes and gossip sessions in between, you came to realize that the girl before you was, at her very core, no more than what she would often present herself to be — just a child.

Sadako was born to be a runner. Her mother always said that Sadako had learned to run before she could walk.

Teruko Ōkura was born to be a soldier — not exactly the best route any child (or human being for that matter) should be brought up for, but everything about her from her ability to her natural (was it really, or was it just a product of subliminal stimuli and the environment she grew up in?) affinity for justice and order didn't exactly give her a choice (it was the government who never gave her one in the first place).

But still... she was born to be a soldier. That much you were certain of.

And one day, while taking a break from being in the headquarters and deciding to share some gossip with her about your coworkers (she was a lot like your little sister now, after all — it was only right for her to be in the know about how strange Tecchou's food combinations were or how Jouno made you feel a little iffy every now and then; she'd usually meet your comments with some snide remarks of her own or with a few teasing remarks every now and then as well), you find her eyes looking elsewhere, neither displaying that childish sparkling joy nor her hound-like alertness.

Curiously, you follow her gaze, only to find it focused on a group of schoolgirls giggling among themselves at the table next to yours.

They seem about her age, you think, and if not, then maybe a few years older, but still in either middle school or junior high. Schoolbags heavy with annotated books and messy notebooks are placed either under their table or beside their seats while they chat the afternoon away with conversations about upcoming exams and class crushes they plan to ask out for the next festival; phone charms jingle as they show each other some Instagram posts they decide they want to copy later for their own stories; one of them braids the other's hair, adding some cute clips to decorate it before taking pictures together; and the overall atmosphere around them just seems so light and airy that, for a moment, Teruko finds herself feeling a little left out despite never knowing any of them herself.

What catches her attention the most, however, are the folded origami cranes made from the tissue paper that came with their parfait servings earlier.

"A thousand of these should help make my wish come true," one of them had jokingly said a while back, "so I can ace that algebra test I've been studying so hard for this Thursday!"

For a long time, you stared at the younger girl before you, and both demeanors of her that you had familiarized yourself with over time — her childish persona and her professional frontage — quickly vaporized. All that was left before you was the empty shell of a child who never had the fortune of struggling through a math test, but instead was ill-fated enough to be acquainted with the struggle of being weaponized for militaristic purposes. That longing for normalcy made itself evident in her eyes, and you allowed the the feeling to sink in for a little longer before she shook it off, rapid as it came, and the two of you went on with your day.

You would never be able to get that picture out of your head now. The hollow sorrow that accompanied your little outing at the café wasn't exactly something you could shake off as easily as she had done so earlier.

Sadako was born to be a runner. Her mother always said that Sadako had learned to run before she could walk.

But Teruko Ōkura was born a soldier for the military, and that is what she will always be. All that time dedicated for schoolwork had been replaced by an obligation to her country's safety from the very moment the government had managed to get ahold her ability for their advantage.

At the end of the day, after having completed your rather mundane tasks of having to deal with lawsuits from civilians involving another group of ability-users and then scheduling and preparing for your next maintenance surgery, you bid your coworkers a good evening before deciding to search for Teruko to say goodbye to. Oddly enough, you couldn't find her anywhere, but the crumpling of paper echoing in the hallway eventually lead you back to the interrogation room in the basement.

And there she was with her back towards you, a pile of papers stacked to her left and some messily folded paper cranes grouped to her right.

She looked so small.

Carefully, you approached your superior, kneeling down beside her to watch her for a bit. The interaction between you two remained wordless for some time; she didn't really seem to mind your presence, not even when you initiated a conversation with her.

Your eyes follow the movements of her hands as she completes her seventh paper crane. "What are you doing?"

The plum-haired girl pauses for a short while before taking a new piece of paper to fold. "Well, I finished work early, so I thought I'd find a new hobby to entertain myself with," she explains before glancing at the chair nearby, a little pout forming on her face. "That other criminal taken in for questioning earlier didn't even last a good half hour, so I got bored."

"Not even half an hour?" you repeated.

"Nope."

It was a strange sight to see — a child mentioning the latest torture session she had presided over just a few hours ago while playing around and occupying herself with origami cranes — but when you realized that she was probably just copying what she had seen from the group of girls you had encountered earlier, wanting to make a wish for herself, that hollow sorrow came back to engulf the ambience between you two.

Sadako was born to be a runner. Her mother always said that Sadako had learned to run before she could walk.

And Teruko Ōkura was born to be a soldier. Unlike every other child in Japan, Teruko Ōkura was cursed with an ability far too violent for any child to take responsibility for. She should not have been born to be a soldier. Teruko Ōkura should have been born a child — not a weaponized vessel meant for the pursuit of bloodshed and meaningless, unnecessary cruelty nor a rabid dog with its loyalty tied to her country's government, but an innocent being deserving of a full life for no other reason than existing.

Teruko Ōkura should have been born to experience life as any other human being should. She should have been born to live through her childhood years without her brain being on survival mode almost 24/7, should have been born to attend regular schooling and have study sessions with her fellow classmates, should have been born to follow normal teenage trends, play video games with her friends until the early hours of the morning, participate in after-school clubs and watch firework displays at festivals, play ken-ken-pa with the neighbor’s kids, eat all the desserts she can without a care in the world about her next maintenance surgery—

And fold origami cranes without the intention of wishing for some semblance of normalcy in her life and instead simply because she wanted to find a new hobby.

She turns to face you, and for a moment, you no longer find yourself looking at your superior, but at a vulnerable young girl looking for answers, eyes as wide as a doe’s with the slightest hint of fear. With her usual personality, you’ve never seen such an expression like that from her before.

“…Do you think I’ll end up like Sadako one day?”

"Who?"

"Sadako Sasaki."

To end up the same way Sadako Sasaki went out meant to never be able to fulfill one’s ultimate dream — to never be able to experience childhood the way other children were privileged enough to.

You press your lips into a thin line, choosing your words carefully.

“No,” you respond, not for the sake of comforting her, but because you truly meant what you said. You don’t push for an explanation anymore — your reasoning behind your answer is not for any human language to translate because there is no possible way to fully express it.

So, you pick up a piece of paper and begin to fold, smiling at her.

"Here," you say, beginning to fold the paper accordingly, "I'll help you out with that."

Teruko watches you for a good moment before grinning and finishing up one of her paper cranes, then grabbing another piece of paper to fold. The smile came to her so naturally, it almost felt like she wasn't in the same room she would often conduct her interrogations in.

"Bet I can fold more of these than you!" she declares with a rather boisterous guffaw following her words — very characteristic of her childish personality. "I'm gonna get us to a thousand of these before you can!"

"You're on!"

Even if that meant blistering your hands from folding a thousand paper cranes with her, you'd make sure she would be able to live a life any other child is also deserving of outside her duties as a Hunting Dog. Teruko does not need to prove herself in any way for that. Her existence is enough of a ground to say that despite her upbringing and her job, she is just as worthy as anyone else when it comes to living a life of innocence.

a/n: anon i hope u know i really hurt myself writing this and i’ve never written for teruko before JDBDJDBDJ i am not so familiar with the culture they have in japan, but i remember my professor (who has some background involving japan) said that children are highly valued there and protection measures are taken in order to ensure their proper growth, so bsd having characters with very traumatic childhood stories is very ironic and heartbreaking with that piece of information in mind. as always, here is some more context behind the references used. i highly recommend you to read the material referenced!

✑ sadako and a thousand paper cranes: the "sadako was born to be a runner [...]" line came from the children’s historical novel written by eleanor corr. the story is based on a japanese victim of ww2 named sadako sasaki, who was diagnosed with leukemia after the hiroshima incident. she made it her goal to fold a thousand paper cranes so that her wish of living a full life could come true but sadly could not achieve it. i encourage you to read the full story here!

✑ one thousand paper crane legend: there is an old japanese legend that says if you can fold a thousand paper cranes, your wish can be granted. it’s quite the popular trope.

✑ ken-ken-pa: japanese hopscotch.

a/n: additionally, this took longer than expected because i tried to put as much thought into it as i could without straying too far from teruko's character. i care a lot about children in general and i wanted to portray them as very fragile beings here (because they are) so it helps put into perspective just how unfair teruko's (and a lot of the other characters in the show) situation is. i think the most difficult part abt this one shot was writing teruko being a normal child while trying to keep her as close to canon as possible because her entire character revolves around her having no childhood at all :((

[judasgot-it]

I'm so tempted to continue the weird like, secretary!reader x hunting dogs thing I have going on but in a long form fic with an actual plot... like IDK just a thought

[canipleasegetthenumber15]

wind-down drawing/doodle

[kitkatscabinet]

BROTHERS BEST FRIEND

Pairings: Wally West, Roy Harper, Conner Kent, Clark Kent x fem reader. Platonic batfamily x sister reader.

Summary: Your brother finds out you’re dating his best friend. It goes about as well as you’d think.

A/N: Nsfw themes 18+, minors dni

WALLY WEST & DICK GRAYSON

"Can't wait to see you later baby <3"

Dick stares at the text from Wally, a frown on his face as he tries to recall if they'd made any plans. Though baby was definitely an odd new term of endearment from his best friend. After spending a few minutes wracking his mind and deciding he hadn't forgotten any important plans, he replies:

"What are we doing later?"

He sees the dots indicating Wally's typing

"Why would you assume that was for you?!"

Dick's frown deepened, if that wasn't for him, then who was monopolising his friend's time? More importantly, who was he calling baby?

“Who’s it for then? :((" He conveniently gets left on read.

"Wally!"

"WALLACE RUDOLPH WEST!!"

His messages turn green. That annoying little fuck! Did Wally just block him? Oh, this was so far from over.

If Wally thought Dick was going to just let this go then he was sorely mistaken.

Dick was a man on a mission, determined to catch Wally with his new partner. Only, the redhead suddenly seemed to be a master at avoiding him. It was driving him insane, but Dick was a dog with a bone and this was the one thing he was never going to let go.

He's so focused on his hunt for the perp, that he doesn't notice the clues right in front of his face. The way you seemed so amused whenever he whined or ranted to you or the way you reached for your phone to send Wally a heads-up text. Or the second toothbrush in your bathroom or the men's hoodie slung over the back of your desk chair.

You were starting to feel a little bad, and you'd finally convinced Wally to let Dick in on your secret when the beans get accidentally spilled, in the Titans group chat of all things.

You were texting Wally privately, looking away from your phone the exact second you accidentally clicked on the notification taking you to a different chat, not noticing until it was far too late.

TheSexiestBat: I love you, idiot. Even if you leave dirty dishes in the sink like a war criminal <3.

SpeedyGonzalez: and I love YOU even if you steal the blanket every night 😘

WingDing: BLANKET. EVERY. NIGHT?

LeanMeanGreenMachine: They sleep together. They sleep. Together. They’re sleeping. TOGETHER.

That'sSoRaven: It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion. Except I live in the car and the driver is texting.

Pwincess: Shall we begin making couple name suggestions now?? WalliBat? BatAlly? SpeedWayne?

SpeedyGonzalez: SpeedWayne kinda goes hard not gonna lie

TheSexiestBat: oh god oh GOD wrong chat WRONG CHATTTTT

WingDing: WALLY.

SpeedyGonzalez: it was gonna be a soft launch 😭

LeanMeanGreenMachine: BRO WE JUST GOT HARD LAUNCHED INTO ORBIT

SpeedyGonzalez: So like are we officially telling everyone now? Should I change my bio to “taken by the most gorgeous woman on the planet?"

WingDing: BLOCKED REPORTED BANNED EXCOMMUNICATED FROM THE GROUP LEAVE THE TITANS AND THE PLANET

TheSexiestBat: I'm erasing myself from the narrative :D

TheSexiestBat has left the chat.

SpeedyGonzalez: in my defense your sister is hot and emotionally stable and laughs at my jokes. She's literally the perfect woman.

WingDing: Count ur days West.

That'sSoRaven: I call dibs on the funeral playlist I’m thinking something upbeat. “Dumb Ways to Die” maybe?

Dick screams so loud his neighbours call the cops, fearing he'd been murdered.

Meanwhile you and Wally decide it might be time to give up texting.

ROY HARPER & JASON TODD

It’s been a long night. He’s tired, cranky and covered in mud and blood. He also might be nursing a concussion. Whatever the case, he was ready to crash and Roy’s place was closer than any of his.

He stumbles through the window with a thud, uncaring of the noise he's making. Roy's always been a heavy sleeper. Still, it's a bit disconcerting when he doesn't come to investigate the noise.

Ok, that was a little concerning; what kind of vigilante slept through a potential break-in?

He's just checking his friend's not bleeding out or dead, is what Jason tells himself as he throws back the covers on Roy's bed. Flicking the lights on with an amused laugh that quickly turns into a horrified scream at the sight of his friend, naked, an arm wrapped around his chest from behind.

"Dude, what the fuck?” You croaked, lifting your face from Roy’s back to blink blearily at whoever had interrupted your sleep. Jason's scream turning into a stream of scandalised expletives at the sight of your face.

"Seriously?! MY SISTER, ROY? MY ACTUAL SISTER?!"

"Jason, I swear to god, you better—" you grumbled, still half asleep as you tried to hide your face against the back of your barely conscious boyfriend.

"I better what? Calm down? Don't you dare tell me to CALM DOWN. My SISTER! MY SISTER and my BEST FRIEND!" He shrieks, tugging at his hair as he paced restlessly. Suddenly, he whirled on Roy, grabbing the man's shoulders. "How could you do this to me?"

"You’re talking like I’m the one who got into her bed. She climbed in here herself, dude." Roy mumbled, still sleep-laden and beyond over the situation already.

"You—YOU—climbed into his bed?!"

"I mean yeah? This is Roy's apartment." You whined, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, ignoring his unintelligible stutters.

"Quit clutching your pearls Jay, we're both adults." The scandalised gasp he lets out, hand clutching his chest is one you'd remember forever.

You finally sit up, making him screech and cover his eyes, blindly trying to throw his jacket at you. "Cover them up, you slut!"

"I dunno, Roy likes when my tits are out. Don't you honey?" You mock, relishing in the way Jason's ears turn bright red behind his hand.

Roy hums in agreement before remembering exactly who was standing before him. Your very overprotective brother, who had some very real guns.

"You know, Jase, you’re acting like I’m a bad influence on your sister, but" he turns to look at you, making you melt a little "—who could resist? She’s a catch, man."

"Did you just flirt with my sister in front of me?!" He takes his hand away from his eyes only to nearly run into the doorframe when he realises you're still naked.

"Jason give it a rest." You snickered, finally pulling on the jacket he'd thrown at you, your brother turning around at the sound of the zipper. "Besides. I've known him for longer than you."

Jason sputtered, arms crossed over his chest in extreme offence. "Well, I know him better!"

You let out a screech of outrage, smacking Roy's chest. "Baby! Tell him he's wrong!"

Roy simply turned and buried his face in his pillow, wondering if it was too late to break up with both of you.

CONNER KENT & TIM DRAKE

It wasn't exactly out of the norm for Tim to call you down to the Batcave, he often did so when he was having trouble with a case. But there was something different about the text he'd sent you. It was short and sharp, with perfect grammar and spelling, and most telling, no emojis. Yeah, something was definitely wrong.

The sight of your very much still secret boyfriend standing behind Tim with his arms crossed is enough for your stomach to sink. Luckily, years of exposure to your family's bullshit had let you perfect the art of the poker face.

"Kon? What are you doing here?" You try to remain calm; Kon visits Tim all the time; they're best friends. Yet you can't shake the sinking suspicion that starts to settle in your gut. Just as your boyfriend's about to answer, Tim swivels in the large chair facing the bat computer like a cliche supervillain.

"Now that we're all here, we can begin."

You almost don't want to ask, "begin what?"

Tim's fingers are interlaced in front of his stone-cold expression as the monitor whirs to life, showcasing a PowerPoint slide titled 'Evidence'.

"Evidence of what?" You sigh.

"Of you two dating."

"Tim," you sigh in exasperation, "you're being ridiculous."

Conner, however, is as convincing in his denial as a little girl with lipstick all over her face, swearing she didn't touch Mum's makeup.

"So we're doing this the hard way. Are you ready?"

"Tim, we really don't need - "

"Yes." You throw an incredulous look Conner's way.

"What?" He shrugs, "Kind of seems like he put a lot of effort into this."

"I did." Tim confirms.

"Oh for fuck's sake, fine, Kon and I are dating." You exclaim, throwing your arms up in exasperation.

"Thank you for your honesty, we can skip ahead a few slides." Tim nods serenely, flicking through an absurd amount of slides until he stops on.

"What this means & the consequences"

“Breakup = emotional devastation = forced to choose = loss of sibling"

“They work out = I have to hear them be gross for eternity???”

“Bruce finds out = He kills Kon = I lose my best friend.

"Hold on, you'd choose Conner over me if we broke up?" You squawk in offence.

"Obviously. No offence, babe, but we are best friends." Conner grins and you turn your mutinous glare on him.

"You're sleeping on the couch for a week." You hiss, watching in satisfaction as his grin evaporates.

"Wait, you're sleeping together?!" Tim shrieks, reaching for a suspicious batarang.

"On second thought I'm on your side!" Conner laughs nervously.

"No offence, babe, but you made your choice." You smile unnervingly widely before turning and leaving him to deal with Tim's meltdown.

CLARK KENT & BRUCE WAYNE

Bruce had given a lot of thought to how he'd die over the years, how couldn't he with the life he led? Of all the possibilities he'd imagined, choking on the tea Alfred had prepared him from the image plastered across his morning newspaper.

The picture. The picture of you. His beloved sister. You and Clark Kent. His best friend. Kissing. That picture.

"Wayne Princess spotted with new beau?" The newspaper he holds in his hands stares up at him mockingly until he accidentally rips the offending paper in half.

Plans for the day-long forgotten, Bruce hunkers down at his computer, obsessively scrolling through gossip columns, collecting information. The headlines were nearly endless: “Wayne Royalty Meets Smallville Simplicity", “Billionaire Bloodline and the Boy Next Door?", He Stole Her From Us! Gotham Mourns as Beloved Socialite Taken Off the Market.”

“BREAKING: Gotham’s IT Girl is Dating… WHO???”

The Wayne Princess: You know her, you love her, women want to be her, everyone wants to be with her — was spotted yesterday cosying up to a mystery man. It turns out, that man is Clark Kent, a journalist at the Daily Planet. Yes, a journalist. With GLASSES. Not a billionaire, not a pop star, not even an actor. Just... Clark. Look, we’re not here to judge true love or whatever, but Gotham is reeling. Our queen, our light, our socialite supreme… has chosen a man who probably thinks khakis and cardigans are acceptable date attire. The internet is in mourning. Group chats are in shambles. Thirst edits are being watched through mournful tears. Meanwhile, Clark Kent? Unbothered. Thriving. Possibly winning the “man most likely to be assassinated by bitter Gothamites" award.

All the while, he's sending countless texts and voicemails to his currently wayward sister. You'd always answered him immediately, even when you were busy; yeah he smelled a conspiracy.

Guess it was time to pull out the big guns, his kids, you never could ignore them. He calls Tim and Damian into his office, trying not to feel a little unnerved when the oldest announces that you're in Metropolis with no prompting.

"I figured you'd seen the news." The teen shrugged, answering the silent question in Bruce's eyes.

"What news?" Damian scowls, looking between his father and brother in suspicion. The kid was a Wayne alright.

"Auntie's dating Superman." Tim yawns.

"Father, I require some Kryptonite... for completely unrelated reasons," Damian says so unconvincingly that any other day Bruce might have been amused. Now though, he considered it for a few seconds.

"Ooookay, I'm going to take this one to school now." Tim chuckles awkwardly, grabbing Damian by the shoulders and hauling him out of Bruce's office before the two could plan to murder one of the greatest heroes on Earth.

(Though not before he drops your exact location for his adoptive father, he wasn't that magnanimous.)

Bruce strikes when you're in the shower, waiting until he hears the water start to run before he steps out of the shadows.

"What are your intentions with my sister?"

"Jesus Christ! Bruce!" Clark practically screamed, pulling the sheets up to cover his chest like a blushing maiden.

"Answer the question, Clark." He reiterates.

"Bruce, seriously," Clark tries to placate, only to pause at the deadly look on his friend's face. "I love her."

The earnest sincerity in Clark's gaze knocks the wind right out of his sails.

"Listen to me, Bruce, I love her, I'd protect her with my life. You have to know that." The dopey, lovesick grin that grows on his face is disgustingly sweet. "I'd marry her if she let me."

"Really?" Your breathless voice cuts in. Bruce's eyes narrowed; you tended to take long showers; there was no way you'd finished already. Unless, you intended to set him up.

Unwilling to stay and witness the inevitable sap fest, Bruce turns to you for confirmation.

"Is he good to you?" You nod and something in him softens just a little. "Then I trust you. Both of you." He pauses, barriers going back up when he notices the way you relax into Clark's welcoming embrace. "But if he breaks your heart, I will break his kneecaps"

[apricot-blossomss]

Is it okay if I ask what type of s/o would the Gods be into? I find that really interesting and would like to hear your opinion since I really love your writing <3<3

This request came just right, bc I really want to write but I'm mad busy rn, and this was a lot of fun! so I kinda wrote for ... everyone.

If you're conventionally attractive, you are in Zeus' dating pool. You're exceptionally beautiful? I'm so sorry. Once he has set his eyes on you, you are not safe anywhere. There is no other factor that matters, except maybe if you're exceptionally hospitable and kind to guests, which might attract his attention. Which is not a good thing.

Poseidon would love someone unpredictable, someone who never gets boring and never fails to surprise him or catch him off guard. He'd love the excitement of it all and is generally pulled to exciting and outgoing people, but also people who are more introverted but break out of their shell at unexpected times.

If Hades had a type, it would for sure be someone a little more ... alive than him. He's clearly going for that opposites attract thing, just look at Persephone. Also, I reckon he'd like someone who can stand up for themselves, as standing up to his brothers was always very hard for him and he would admire you greatly for it.

Demeter would like someone who is humble, orderly and respectful and appreciative of the beauties of nature. Someone who finds joy in the little things and never fails to call their grandma for her birthday.

To be honest- you don't have a romantic chance with neither Hera nor Athena, Artemis or Hestia. Though I thought it would be fun to make some platonic headcanons for what kind of mortal they would take interest in in a platonic way.

Hera admires loyalty, it doesn't even have to be to a spouse, it can also be your family or friends. Also, she appreciates people who remain strong even in the face of long term hardships or anguish, and it might earn you her favor. It's not that she pities you, but that she admires your strength to keep fighting. Also, she'd love to talk shit about men with you as much as the next goddess...

Artemis isn't about the whole opposites attract thing. As with Orion, she is likely to make friends with someone who shares her interests, as she also surrounds herself with her huntresses. She loves to talk about hunting and the wild and would like someone who isn't afraid to get themselves dirty. If you're a guy, it's pretty hard to get in her good grades though.

Athena is all in for academic weapons. Critical thinkers, challenging the status quo and earning great archivements. Someone she could have an intellectual conversation with, who offers new points of argument and is able to hold their own in an argument, she is the goddess of warfare after all...

I don't think there is anyone Hestia doesn't like, though she would favor people who spend a lot of time with their family and are kind and hospitable to others. Kindness to strangers is something she very much appreciates.

Apollo doesn't really have a type. His mortal lovers are symbolic for his creative inspirations, so he would not settle for a type but be all over the board. The variety of his lovers concludes that Apollo isn't looking for a specific kind of person. He simply watches or spends time with someone and BAM he's completely and utterly in love. He does love himself an artsy spouse though.

Ares needs someone calm and peaceful- it might seem a little contradictory, but Ares needs someone to ground him, to listen to him and provide the calm for his storm. Actually, he's all for domesticity, though a hot love affair doesn't turn him away either. If his spouse had a strong personality and could stand up for themselves, he would really respect that, but he would also be your guard dog if that wasn't the case. Ares just needs someone to love him unconditionally, quite like the next god on the list.

Not to be disrespectful but Hephaestus does not care who you are, he's just happy with someone who treats him with dignity. Be kind to him and he is putty in your hands. After all his family put him through, he'd also appreciate someone to rant about them to, who can also sit in silent understanding with him at other times. But honestly, he isn't setting the bar very high.

Not to call her vain, but you would have to be insanely beautiful to be on Aphrodites radar. She simply considers herself too good to spend her time on anyone who isn't pleasing to her eye- and that really cuts down the pool of potential lovers. Also, she would only stay around for someone who is ready to give their full attention to her at all times, she is a very demanding lover.

I think Hermes would want someone who is able to keep up with him, but also root him when he overdoes it a little. It would take quite a lot for him to actually stick around, because for him to make time in his busy schedule, he'd have to be head over heels in love.

Dionysus would probably not have a specific type either, simply because he wouldn't want to cut short his dating pool. Though he would like someone who is able to let loose at least sometimes and surrender to his pull of madness and ecstasy.

Extra: Eros would mostly go for someone attractive, but he wouldn't let that be the only factor. Just as the unpredictable and surprising nature of his arrows, Eros could fall for anybody, picking out a trait he loves about them and obsessing over it for the day (I'm thinking 'Someone New' by Hozier if you know what I mean).

[potatobugxo]

Hello <3 I see your requests for Poppy Playtime are open. May I request Yarnaby being somehow turned into a possible reluctant ally by The Player? ( Personally, It sounds better to describe it in that way rather than Yarnaby being tamed. ) I haven't gone through all of Chapter 4 but this lil(?) guy captured my heart since his teaser!! I'd imagined The Player would have to be very strategic and crossed their fingers for dear luck in their pursuit of convincing Yarnaby enough to not hunt them.

Thank you! 🎀

sure thing!

warnings: brief mentions of abuse

pairing: platonic!ally!yarnaby x player!reader

-when you traverse through the prison portion of the factory and encounter yarnaby, the rainbow-maned lion proceeds to hunt you down under the doctor's orders

-you avoid him at all costs at first, the thought of being torn to shreds by the lion-like toy scared you to no end

-until you had a thought, a rather risky one. maybe you could get yarnaby on your side

-yarnaby has been psychologically tortured to follow the doctor's orders, to hunt and to kill, so breaking down the feral barrier of the toy may prove difficult, but did you have any other choice?

-you couldn't kill him, you felt too bad for him to do that. if there was a soul trapped behind those large black eyes, then you had to reach it, for both your sake and for his

-so when he is hunting you through the lower depths of the playtime prison, you grow tired of playing cat and mouse and decide to take your chances with the beastly toy

-you boldly jump in front of yarnaby, splaying your arms out as if trying to make yourself look bigger than him. he lets out a startled growl, his face opening to reveal his multiple sets of teeth

-"whoa, whoa, there! I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. But *he* will."

-yarnaby swipes at you with his claws and you jump away with a yelp

-"just hold on! we can help each other out! I know there's someone in there, you're not just a monster like the doctor says you are. We can get out of this place together, what do you say?"

-the small bit of consciousness yarnaby has left settles him down, tilting his head as if heeding your words.

-he sits like a little cat as you reach your hand out toward him. you're still partially terrified, but he was just a big toy animal after all, and maybe he could be swayed over with a pat like any other dog or cat (maybe)

-to your surprise, yarnaby lets you pet him, and you stroke your palm over his rainbow mane of yarn

-"there we go. see? we can be friends! you won't have to be trapped down here anymore. I'll help you find a way out."

-yarnaby lets out a noise, and then lowers his head to your level. maybe whoever was in there was listening after all.

[mimiii-3]

The Way Life Goes

Yandere Platonic Batfam x GN Reader

Notes: typical yandere themes

…

🦇- you awake with a pounding headache

🦇- your eyes are open but it’s still dark. Wait- when did you even fall asleep?

🦇- the last thing you remember was enjoying a post-SAT cup of froyo

🦇- as you continue to squirm around, you feel a scratchy texture rub against your forehead

🦇- it’s a bag. Some sort of rough, cloth bag is on your head

🦇- Oh God

🦇- you’ve been kidnapped. Your mom was right, you have terrible situational awareness

🦇- you try and move your wrists. The texture isn’t as harsh as the bag on your head, but it still binds your hands together

🦇- ok, think. Use all of your senses to assess the situation

🦇- your fingers drift across the surface your propped up on

🦇- it’s soft, feels like a couch?

🦇- there’s a small, soft item placed between your lower back and the couch

🦇- you grab hold of it and turn it as best you can. It’s a throw pillow. At least your kidnappers care about your back

🦇- something’s embroidered into the pillow but you can’t make out what

🦇- your bare feet tap against the ground. It’s cold and smooth but your toes still catch against a crevice or two

🦇- must be wood floors. In this economy?

🦇- you sniff the air like some sort of amateur hunting dog

🦇- smells like saffron and cinnamon with a touch of windex

🦇- whoever kidnapped you is a clean-freak…but also has incredible taste

🦇- before you can decide your next course of action you hear it

🦇- you hear breathing. It’s slight and uneven. Someone’s been in the room with you this whole time

🦇- you grow completely silent and try to hone in on the breathing

🦇- your kidnapper must realize what’s happening and the breathing stops almost instantly

🦇- “I know you’re holding your breath,” you say in a moment of pure bravery (or stupidity)

🦇- you hear your kidnapper sigh in embarrassment before approaching you

🦇- you square your shoulders and wait to be clobbered by the mystery kidnapper

🦇- the bag that had robbed you of your vision, is pulled off of your head

🦇- you blink at the brightness and try to adjust to the sudden glow of the room

🦇- it’s not just one person. It’s a whole group of people

🦇- not just any people, but the Waynes

🦇- Bruce and all of his many children surround the area. Their smiles do nothing to ease your anxiety

🦇- Every member of the Wayne family is in this room. That means Duke’s here too

🦇- you look around for your classmate and spot Duke sitting on a stool next to the unlit fireplace

🦇- he coyly smiles at you and offers a tiny wave

🦇- you frown at your kidnapper, “Ummm Duke? What is this?”

🦇- Duke adjusts in the stool to sit on his hands, “hi.”

🦇- “Hi??? Duke I was at Fresh Froyo and now I’m tied up in your house. This is not a ‘hi’ moment,” you say with clenched teeth.

🦇- Cass tilts her head, “you seem stressed.”

🦇- “what gave it away,” you spit

🦇- Duke stands up and approaches you, “actually, I’d like to explain.”

🦇- “it’s just…. everythingwasfinebutthenwestartedpreparingforthesatsandyou’regoingtoturn18inafewweeksandyougotacceptedintoanoutofstatecollegeandyou’llleavemeandyourmybestfriendandIcan’tloseyousoIdidtheonlythingIcouldthinkof!”

🦇- you stare at Duke, absolutely gobsmacked

🦇- after being Duke’s best friend for about a year, it’s pretty easy to decipher his nervous rants

🦇- this however, is the worst one yet

🦇- “Oh Duke,” you grumble, “I’ll still be your friend - going to college won’t change any of that. And there’s still plenty of the year left! I love you man, but this is an overreaction!”

🦇- Duke looks down at his hands. You can see the inner-turmoil flash behind his eyes

🦇- Bruce, who had been watching in silence, steps forward

🦇- “This is a difficult time for you. I understand if you feel uncomfortable, but we will do our very best to take care of you,” he says, tone chiding

🦇- you eyes practically roll into the back of your head at his fatherly-speech

🦇- ��Now that you are a part of the family, it’s time to learn the family values,” Bruce calmly explains.

🦇- Bruce crosses his arms and looks down at you, “in this family: we love each other, we respect each other, we honor each other, we share with each other, and we forgive one another.”

🦇- “Which means that you should forgive Duke for taking you. The same why he forgave you for applying to a college three states away,” Bruce says with his dad voice

🦇- everyone in the room watches you expectantly. They await some sort of ‘well-deserved’ apology

🦇- you exhale and shake your head

🦇- “$&@!”

…

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[fandom4]

Greek gods x Mortal child! GN! Y/N (Parents platonic love) Part 1

characters: Athena, Hermes, Apollo, Zeus, Poseidon, Ares

tags: fluff, comfort, gods, child reader

Hermes

• He met you when you were sitting in a tree and watching the celebration in honor of Prince Telemachus.

• He immediately started bragging about who he was, scaring you terribly and you almost fell out of the tree, but he caught you. After that, you became inseparable.

• Together you like to make fun of people and arrange practical jokes.

• He taught you how to deceive your parents well.

• Is there something your parents don't allow you to do? It doesn 't matter ! You have Dad Hermes who will let you do whatever you want.

• Teaches you how to steal.

• He burst into tears when you called him Dad for the first time.

• He's very jealous of other people, even your parents.

Apollo

• met when you were trying to learn how to play the harp. He heard it and decided to help.

• You've gone through a bunch of musical instruments and decided to choose a flute.

• You often play together.

• You play the flute and Apollo plays the harp.

• Mermaids love it when you play together.

• He calls you his north star and muse.

• Love dancing to music with you.

• Draw drawings about you.

• A proud father.

• He's not jealous of your parents, because he knows that you love him more.

Zeus

• When you were just born to your parents, he immediately realized that you would be his child.

• So what if you have parents? He doesn't care about that.

• He loves you to the point of horror and considers you perfect children.

• He've spoiled you too much.

• You have a lot of toys.

• You don't love your parents. Why love them if you have a daddy Zeus?

• You often visit Olympus.

• Once you told the neighborhood kids about it and they cut your hair, but don't worry!!! The next day, they were struck by lightning.

• You are the only person who is allowed to shout and tell Zeus what to do without any consequences.

Poseidon

• Met you when you fell into the water and couldn't get out. But thank the gods Poseidon saved you.

• You often sit on the grass and chat with him.

• He is very attached to you and considers you his child, but he will never tell you about it.

• Fish often come to you and you like it. Once you tried to feed them sweets, but they swam away from you.

• You love swimming in the pond next to your house and hate getting out of the water.

• You often ask him stupid questions, but he endures for you:

"No, child, fish don't eat lollipops. Stop send it into the water, they won't swim up to you

• He's jealous of everyone. Even your dog.

• He worries about you more than he cares about his life.

Ares

• You were just practicing and you met him.

• Love to train together.

• You're more like friends or younger siblings to him than children.

• Are you being bullied? He doesn't worry because he knows that you can always stand up for yourself.

• He's not jealous of your parents.

• He likes to walk with you in the meadow.

• He loves it when you make him a wreath of flowers.

• He's wearing the friendship bracelet you made for him.

• He's in a huge panic when you get mad at him or cry. Once you cried because you fell and got a bruise on your knee. He ran around you and then he started crying too, not knowing what to do.

• Only you know about this little secret. And no one else, otherwise Ares will kill you. It sounded exactly like this:

"I don't really care when I lose people, but you.... I can't lose you. You know too much. So it's either friendship or death."

Athena

• No one knows how you met. Even you don't remember anymore.

• Helps you do your homework.

• In fact, you've started to understand some subjects. No one understands why you're so smart because you live in a poor family.

• You like to hunt with her.

• You've been calling her your mom since you were 3 years old.

• She loves it when you call her mom, but she thinks it's wrong.

• You're her favorite.

• Your family started hunting well, even though they were never good at it. A boar is literally running towards them now.

• You like to go camping with her, but only for a day or two.

• She kissed the top of your head once when you were sleeping, but you'll never know about it.

[ninii-winchester]

What’s a girl gotta do

Pairing: S1! Sam Winchester X Reader

Word count : 1.7k

Warnings : heavily based on s1 ep3 (Dead in the water), mentions of drowning, fluff, no Jess au.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

Y/n was driving to Lake Manitoc, Wisconsin. An eighteen year old girl went swimming into the lake but never came back, no body found. She figured it might be her thing. She was driving to her destination but she saw a very familiar car parked outside a diner. It was the infamous black Chevy Impala. She should've know he'd be here. She parked her car right beside it and got out of the. She watched Dean walk out of the diner with the car keys in his hands.

"As soon as I saw this beauty I knew an ugly Winchester would be around as well." She commented leaning against baby.

"Y/n/n." Dean exclaimed opening his arms for her to jump in. Y/n hugged her best friend. "What are you doing here?" He asked pulling apart.

"Same as you. You're going to Lake Monitoc too?" She replied. "Sophie Carlton I'm guessing?" he nodded.

The diner door opened again and Sam walked out. The tall boy watched Dean talking a woman, her face was hidden by Dean's broad shoulders. Sam rolled his eyes as he approached his brother but froze when he saw who he actually was talking to.

"Sammy?" Y/n questioned as he appeared behind Dean. She pulled him in for a hug and he blushed slightly. "I thought you were at Stanford?" She exclaimed.

"Yeah i was but we're looking for dad, now." He replied with a tight smile. "And it's Sam." He added remembering she called him, 'Sammy.'

"Is it now, Sammy?" She teased making Dean laugh out loud and he blushed furiously.

Y/n had been Dean's best friend since they were thirteen. They met each other when Dean was hunting with John and Y/n was with her father but she got separated from him. The Winchesters found her, helped her reunite with her father. Dean and Y/n clicked immediately, finding friends your age as a hunter was a difficult task, so the two of them jumped at the opportunity to become friends.

They visited each other frequently, Y/n played with nine year old Sam and was always friendly with him. As they grew up, Sam quickly developed a crush on the older girl. He was blush immensely when she would ruffle his hair or tell him he looked cute. It wasn't often a pretty nineteen year old girl noticed fifteen year old boy, even if she didn't mean it romantically, Sam basked in her attention.

Every time he watched his older brother drag her away for a hunt or even to show her something cool, he felt disappointed, he thought that someday his older brother will sweep her off her feet and she'd be much more interested in him rather than a little boy like Sam.

For years Sam thought he never stood a chance with his older brother in the picture, he thought his brother might feel something for her and he didn't want to break his brother's heart. But his doubts were cleared when Dean once kissed Y/n to get rid of his latest hook up, but he pulled away yelling,

"Never let me do that again. Ew you're like my sister."

Sam thought Y/n might feel something for Dean, thinking he's older and probably a better choice. But after watching her beat his brother into a pulp for the stunt he pulled, Sam felt relieved that it was all platonic. Even then he didn't think he'd ever get the chance to be with her. He thought he'd always be four years behind.

Then, Sam left for Stanford, cutting off ties with his father and brother. He never thought he'd get to see her again. Seeing her again made him feel giddy, the butterflies in his stomach were doing summersaults.

"Alright folks, you can catch up later we have a case to work." Dean said walking towards the drivers side.

"Let me drive." Y/n said to her best friend before he could deny she shot her best puppy dog eyes.

"Good try but no." Dean said getting in the car.

"Fine. SHOTGUN!!!" She stuck her tongue out at Sam before opening the passenger's side door and getting. Sam shook his head with a smile gracing his lips. He wouldn't have fought with her to sit in the front seat, hell he would've fought Dean to let her drive if she'd asked him to. She's got him wrapped around her finger and doesn't even know it.

Sam got into the confined backseat, struggling a bit to fit his long legs in the small space. Y/n placed her get over the dashboard as Dean drove to their destination.

"Hey feet off the dash." Dean remarked tapped her calf, shooting her a glare, one she was immune to. "Y/n/n I will cut your hair in your sleep." He threatened knowing how much loved and cared for her hair. Sam thought she had really pretty hair. And it smelled so good all the time.

Y/n rolled her eyes before pulling her feet off the dashboard, letting out a huge sigh.

"Oh man, what's a girl gotta do to be loved around here." She spoke dramatically. She grinned at Sam in view mirror, "what do you think, Sammy?" She asked him and his face turned red.

She enjoyed watching him get all flustered and squirmy when she teased him. She thought Sam was cute, not in a chubby little boy kind way, but cute in a charming way. She like his smile, and that messy mop of hair on his head. She wondered how it would feel to run her hands through them.

"How about shutting up, sweetheart?" Dean quipped watching the interaction between his best friend and his little brother.

Dean knows his brother is whipped for Y/n and she has talked his ear off, gushing over his brother. He's all for them being together, in fact he's rooting for them. But if he has to sit through their miserable attempts at flirting or giving each other sickeningly irritating heart eyes when the other isn't looking. He will throw up.

The trio soon arrived at the victim's house. They talked to the vics brother finding out that his sister was a varsity swimmer and it was impossible for her to drown. They asked Will a few more questions before heading to the police station.

After talking to the Sherrif they found out that they didn't find anything in the water, which could've done that, dam is falling apart so the lake won't be here any longer, since they're not getting any money to fix it.

After Will Carlton was found dead, the trio did alot more digging around for a while and found out, that Sherrif and Bill Carlton had a friend named Peter Sweeney who disappeared years back. It become clear that Jake and Bill had a hand in his disappearance. They found Peter's bike buried in Jake's backyard.

It took a while before Jake confessed, that he and Bill accidentally pushed Peter in the lake and they let him drown, so there's no body to salt and burn to put the vengeful spirit to rest.

It all happened too fast when Lucas was being pulled into to the lake, it was Peter. He wanted  Jake to suffer, watch all his loved ones die, just like he did to Bill. Just like, how Peter's mother felt when he disappeared.

They heard Andrea call out for her son, it only took Y/n and Dean a second to jump in the water to save him. The two kept looking for Lucas but he was nowhere to be found. Sam held Andrea back from jumping into the water.

Jake walked into the lake willingly, hoping Peter would take him instead of his grandson and in hopes that after getting his revenge he'd leave his family alone. Y/n felt something pulling her under the water and she felt herself drowning. She could make out a shadow, which looked like a pale little boy. But then suddenly, it let her go.

Dean came above surface with Lucas in his arms. Sam helped the two up and Andrea hugged her son close to her chest. The brothers looked at lake, Y/n should've come up by now. Peter took Jake, it should've been over. But Y/n fell unconscious under the water, intaking too much water in her body and unable to swim back up. Sam immediately jumped in the water to search for her.

"SAM." Dean yelled as he watched his brother jump into the water.

A few minutes later Sam surfaced ashore with Y/n in his arms. He laid her on the wooden dock and knelt beside her, his heart pounding. She was unconscious and not breathing. He quickly tilted her head back, pinched her nose, and covered her mouth with his, giving two rescue breaths. Then, he placed his hands on the center of her chest and began chest compressions. A few seconds later Y/n shot up with a loud gasp, coughing out water as she sat up.

"Oh god." She wheezed holding her head. "Is Lucas okay?" She asked looking at the little boy. His mother nodded in acknowledgement.

"You okay, Y/n/n?" Dean asked kneeling beside her.

Before she could reply Sam grabbed her by her neck and pulled her in for a harsh kiss. He kissed her like his life depended on it. His lips moved against her with fervour, his heart was hammering against his ribcage. She kissed him with equal force, her hands grasping at his damp hair. He rested his forehead on hers as he pulled away.

"Don't you dare scare me like that, ever again." He breathed heavily, his chest puffing with each breath.

"Drown!!" She chirped with a grin on her face. Sam looked at her, confusing lacing his handsome face. "A girl's gotta drown to be loved around here." She added with a giggle. Dean barked out a laugh at her stupid comment.

"I hate you so much." Sam rolled his eyes but had a huge smile on his face. Sam gently brushed a strand of hair from Y/n's face, and she smiled up at him, eyes sparkling with happiness. They leaned in for another soft, lingering kiss, sealing their new beginning.

[jd-loves-fiction]

Appears in your askbox again like a plague

Same platonic premise with Boothill, Blade and Gallagher but reader gets kidnapped by their previous captors (reader is a former slave) in the heat of conflict

🌑honeypop if your requests are a plague I wanna be sick 😭 CRIIINGE also this got so angsty good lord 💀

✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 ✦

PanicpanicPANIC

He's never shot people so quick, get space Guiness we've got a record

Getting rid of anyone who gets in his way without a second thought nor a moment wasted - he's never felt more like a machine

He just wants-- no, he needs you to be safe or he might go crazy from the guilt

He was supposed to protect you, he promised

He'd never forgive himself if you got hurt on his watch

So he's shooting people like it's going out of style, quickly tracking your captors down and making his way to you

You'd best look away when he finds them... He's not exactly a merciful man when it comes to his enemies

When he finally gets to you - he doesn't experience adrenaline anymore but - his head is spinning

He's approaching you carefully, doing his best to speak softly and try to make you laugh, so you know you're safe now

He'll swear to you again that this will never happen again

Utterly heartbroken that due to his metal body, he can no longer even give you a hug as comfort :(

✦ 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 ✦

Another one panicking, except it's slightly different

Because of the mara he can't let himself be consumed by his panic and anger because he might end up hurting - the LAST thing he wants

But my god is it difficult to stay calm

He's lost too many people already and we've seen what he's willing to do to bring them back

He's rampaging to your side while trying not to lose himself to the mara

Hope you dont mind him making sure they can never do this stuff again because he's not holding back on the fuckers once he finds them

His rage overtakes his concern to the point that he becomes so focused on paying them back that he only remembers why he's doing this after they're all dead

Immediatly rushes to your side after calming himself down - god forbid he sees even a sliver of fear in your eyes when looking at him or be might throw up

Terrible at expressing his concern, at least verbally, so with your consent he's holding you gently and carrying you to safety - silently comforting in the way he usually is, with an edge of anger and guilt this time

But if you dont want him near you for the time being, he'll be heartbroken but undertanding, though he'll still stay close to your when he can as a means of protection - he just cant let this happen ever again

✦ 𝐆𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 ✦

Nonchalant no more

All the way chalant, he's freaking the fuck out

True guard dog, genuinely surprised someone got past him since he tries his best to keep an eye on you during fights - clearly he needs to try harder

Tries his best to stay calm in order to focus on getting to you but man it's hard to do

No matter what you are the priority, but he really wants to mess up the people who dared do this again

Tell him you want revenge please and he's hunting them down to the ends of the galaxy

But if you tell him to drop it, he will - you're absolutely his priority, even if he really wants to rip those people to shreds

With his skill set it wont be too difficult to find you and get to you, quickly and efficietly taking care of anyone in his way

When he finds you, he's quick to read the room to figure out what you need

Space? You got it, he'll just stand a little to the side so he can still protect you

Revenge? No need to ask him twice, he's on it

A hug? 🥺He might cry, of course you can have a hug

He's a pretty heartfelt guy but he's got a good head on his shoulders so he understands that this was not his fault but his heart still aches for you

Let's you sit by him at the bar as he works; cracking jokes and teachin you a few bartending tricks to get your mind off things. At least until he can be sure that it wont happen again

[reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeko]

VDC movie night

what the VDC boys would chose to watch for movie night❤️

(can be seen as Romantic or Platonic)

{{Art by @moriko_twst on Twitter}}

Ace would probably pick a horror movie be so fr.

Like he’s talking such a big game about how he’s not gonna get scared and how Deuce and Yuu are scaredy cats.

Everyone is done with his bullshit but they let him pick.

The second the movie comes on he’s grabbing onto Yuu for dear life.

still talkin that “No I’m not scared, I ain’t scared of nothin!”

Que everyone being done with his bullshit x2.

Deuce isn’t even that scared of it!

“Ace it’s the Shinning, it’s not even scary like that-“

”OH MY GOD WHY ARE THERE TWINS-“

Rook finds it hilarious.

Ace ends up having to sleep in Deuce’s room that night cuz of how scared he was.

Deuce on the other hand, picks something sad.

like Baely, The Outsiders, Isle of Dogs, etc.

Like chat I’m telling you he’s putting on sad movies and crying, then calling him mom and saying ‘I love you’ to her after like come on.

Like he’s there, holding Grim in tears and everyone is there like ‘really?’

hard to believe he used to be a gangster sometimes😭

100% crying while everyone kinda looks at him like 😐.

he just has a lot of feelings man :(

Epel picks “manly” and action movies.

Like he’ll have fast and furious on and force you to sit and watch it.😭

AMERICAN NINJA WARRIOR NIGHTS AT RAMSHACKLE WITH JACK AND DEUCE GO CRAZY.

Vil looks genuinely upset with Epel’s choices but says nothing and begrudgingly watches.

Epel and Deuce yap the entire movie about cars and every time someone mentions changing the movie he gets upset.

”It’s mah turn to pick the movie! Buzz off!”

Vil is once again upset, free Epel😔.

he turns to Yuu and talks about the different cars and models used in the movies,

and how if HE were in the movie, you’d be so protected cause he’s a manly man and stuff.

He also really likes the Barbie movies just don’t say anything about it.

his favorite is the three musketeers and the Pegasus one.

Kalim loves Disney movies (ironic isn’t it)

He fucks so hard to Cinderella like don’t argue with me.

he enjoys a lot of different genres and Disney obviously isn’t the only one he watches.

He’d really enjoy older movies like the Sound of Music and Titanic.

But he 100% talks throughout them.

plus they’re super long, he’s not sitting there for all that.

he ends up getting distracted mid movie and drags Yuu to go bake cookies for The others with him.

Jamil is watching you two more than the movie. (pls free him)

speaking of Jamil, he’s watching Novelas.

DONT ARGUE WITH ME IM HARD OF HEARING FOR A REASON.

He can and WILL sit there, eyes on the screen, popcorn falling from his mouth.

hes watching ever single type.

kdramas, novelas, Indian serials, etc.

he gets so invested, and so does Kalim.

his head on on Yuu’s lap, them braiding his hair while he gasps in actual shock.

”It was his brother’s baby?! She cheated with his brother?!” -Jamil probably.

hes just stressed and the novelas help him relax, someone pls give him a massage he needs it.

Rook, my dear sweet stalker. Has horro movies on.

but the ones that romanticize the killers, yk?

like bro is sitting there, Jeffery Dahmer on screen, and yapping about how romantic it is.

Jkjk

but he definitely finds movies like The Hunger Games, Ender’s Game, and Maze Runner.

the thrill of the hunt my ass🙄

He really enjoys the Saw movies too,

he likes to try and undsrtdtand the reasoning and Drive behind what killers do.

which is why he likes horror movies so much.

He has Yuu in his arms, cuddled into him as he coos at their horrified face.

Vil finds it kinda nasty but he vibes 🤷🏽

Speaking of Vil, he normally puts on either movies he’s stared in, or movies that inspires him.

*Que a collection of groans from everyone except Kalim and Rook.*

He really wants Yuu to pay attention, he genuinely feels proud of himself in (a good sum) of the movies and wants them to carry that confidence too!

He’ll explain things they don’t understand, patient until they grasp the concept.

lets Yuu lean on him while they watch, he thinks it’s cute. ☺️

SKIN CARE AND FACE MASKS WHILE YOU WATCH DONT FIGHT ME

Has you in a face mask and doing skin care while Yuu watch.

His potato needs to look good in order to feel good after all.

[diagonal-queen]

Omg you're backkkk<3 I hope uni's going well for you!

Maybe the Hunting Dogs with a s/o who's kind of mean/petty?

Hunting Dogs with a mean S/O

♡ pairing: Fukuchi Ouchi, Jouno Saigiku, Tecchou Suehiro, Teruko Okura (platonic), Tachihara Michizou x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: How are the Hunting Dogs with a mean and petty S/O?

♡ cw: Swearing, u r a BULLY >:((, dw it's pretty chill though, non-graphic NSFW with Jouno, teensy bit of NSFW with Tachihara, mentions of violence, crime and torture

note: ahhh hello yes i'm back! uni's pretty great actually. i love being able to tell people i go to law school lmao, it makes me feel smarter than i am. uhh but i've been swamped and a bit busy, and i'm going back home for a week so i might not be super active over the next couple weeks, i'm so sorry my babies </3 but i'll still be lurking in case you wanna chat! as always, apologies for errors and i hope you enjoy x

Fukuchi:

Mf you think he cares?? He hired Jouno and Tachihara because they committed crimes, and he's more than happy to keep Teruko around. Bro doesn't give a FUCK that you're mean

If you're dating Fukuchi you clearly do give a shit about the welfare of society and world peace, so your individual quirks are just that. Quirks

He will fully let you just be a dickhead sometimes, because...like, why not?

I feel like Fukuchi is obviously often a very intimidating individual who strikes fear and commands respect from everyone else. But you? You just walk all over him

In some ways for him it's probably kind of refreshing to have someone around him who doesn't idolise him at all, or look up to him as a superior. It gets exhausting, for sure. Sometimes he just wants to be humbled and that's so okay Fukuchi, you deserve it actually /mean-spirited and condescending

Don't get me wrong it's not like you're an abusive partner! You're still obviously nice to your partner and you love him, but you definitely don't go out of your way to sugarcoat things or try to avoid any necessary confrontations

And Fukuchi genuinely really respects that about you. He's pretty similar like that, though still definitely goofier than you

I mean he won't want you sitting around with an RBF when he's at formal events and whatnot, because that really wouldn't have the best impression, but he's usually very gung ho about letting you be yourself

You're lucky he loves you man...lmao

Jouno:

He loves it. Full stop.

You two are just sadist central over here. Like he'll be torturing a suspect and you're just watching. Bored. Not a care in the world

(Jouno, I don't think you're legally allowed to invite your partner to watch you do your job- much less one like this, but...eh...)

You two are always just talking shit about people to each other, and like when you're out in public on dates you're just whispering to each other and judging people T-T

Lowkey kinda gets turned on when you guys argue. He thinks it's hot when you get heated and angry. Usually it ends in rough "passionate hugging", and the pillowtalk is when you both actually resolve the issue (dumbasses)

He might even purposefully rile you up sometimes because mf is just THAT much of a horny degenerate. You guys can call him classy and gentlemanly all you want, but we all know he's secretly deranged

Like an angry, horny goblin with a knife...someone stop him

Tbh you should probably bully him a little bit every now and then. I think he needs to be taken down a peg sometimes

Hey, he's more likely to listen to you than Tecchou, isn't he? Besides, it's nothing genuinely malicious. Just couple's banter

Oh, you guys are fucking LEGENDS at the couple's banter. Though you never do it in public, because a lot of the times the things you both tell each other as jokes can come off as really cruel jabs

Nah your senses of humour are just not family-friendly (violent and malicious)

You guys have very strange ways of showing your love and affection. But, hey, it works for you and that's what's important :)

Tecchou:

Ah yes, arguably the least meanie of all of the Hunting Dogs. Yeah uh he doesn't really like you at first

Tecchou doesn't understand being mean just for the sake of it. I mean like, for Teruko, she uses it in her career, and Jouno is sadistic and weird and also uses it in his career. You're just petty because you can be

But the more time you spend together the more he realises that you're really not that bad- you're really just more of the loveable asshole type

An acquired taste, yes, but this is Tecchou we're talking about! That's his thing!

He learns to appreciate the things about you that many others would probably consider flaws. He influences you for the better definitely...

...BUT you also kinda make him worse

He will adopt your 'deal with it bitch' attitude sometimes, but it doesn't hinder his relationships or work so it's fiiiiine

(Jouno isn't a huge fan of it though...but at the same time he kind of respects you)

Tecchou probably won't admit it but he really likes to listen to you rant and bitch about people you don't like. He just likes to listen to you be angry about trivial things, he finds it equal parts endearing and entertaining

If you're mean to someone who deserves it? Well I mean...who is he to stop you?

At the end of the day you're definitely emotionally self-sufficient, so that's one less part of you for him to fret over. All's well that ends well or some shit idk

Teruko (platonic):

You guys are literally the best of friends

She's the loud fiery kind of mean and you are the 'I will straight up meticulously ruin your life' kind of mean

You on some r/nuclearrevenge type shit and she fucking loves that for you

Like she's fully willing to plot and scheme with you and do whatever mean shit you suggest. You two are menaces and she should absolutely not be a military soldier

Teruko WILL smite your enemies. And by smite your enemies I mean she will actively do what she can to ruin the lives of people you don't like, with absolutely no remorse (pretty sure she actually commits crimes to do this)

She LIVES for your cruel one-liners and clever insults. Every time she hears one she absolutely hollers

Teruko enjoys it when you're mean to the other Hunting Dogs (except Fukuchi). They can handle a couple bitchy words so it's not a huge deal, but she's just extra amused by it

For the record you're not *mean* mean, you're just...humbling them (which let's be real they could use from time to time (Jouno, again, looking at you))

Nobody is surprised by your guys' friendship really

You're a dangerous pair. Please stop

Teruko kinda likes that you hold grudges so frequently because she'll never tire of hearing you shittalk the same exact people and events over and over again

She'll shittalk them too

Dia doesn't approve of this friendship

Tachihara:

You guys know that scene in B99 where Jake says that he can't decide if he's scared of Amy or turned on by her and then decides that he's both? Yea, that's Tachihara with you

He is a good person at heart, and outside of his mafia gangster persona he's really not that mean, and as such he does not encourage mean behaviour. But like, when you do it? Mm...

Bro is WHIPPED

Lowkey he probably gets some of his mafia persona ideas from you 💀

His mafia coworkers have no questions about how you two get along, and they generally like you. The other Hunting Dogs have a few more questions

Tachihara isn't some shy, quiet introvert, but he is generally pretty chill and a nice person. They like to playfully tease him about how different the two of you are (though if it gets too far he knows he can count on you to rip them a new one with no issue)

Dw they still like you though! Especially Teruko

He has absolutely no problems with you for being cold and blunt. It's nothing he himself can't handle, and in some ways it actually makes talking to you easier

Again, I'll stress that you're not mean to him, you're just not the most lovey-dovey person out there. But you DO put effort in and that's what Tachihara cares about, even if it isn't in a stereotypical way

If anything else, you're certainly loyal!

Tachihara loves you for all of your different eccentricities, and he's also kinda turned on by them. Win-win? Win-win.

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[solemnvelvetangel]

"Everybody wants a piece of you..." - Jealousy head cannons pt. 2

Characters Included: Osamu Dazai, Michizo Tachihara, Nikolai Gogol

Content warning: Mention of a gun in Nikolai's section

When you forget to post on tumblr for almost a year lmao.

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“It just isn’t fair, what you put in the air. I don’t wanna’ share…”

Osamu Dazai

This man is into you.

Like… really into you.

I strongly believe that once Dazai truly falls for someone, that person will be the only one for him.

He’s had plenty of fleeting romances and flings, but you’re his first serious relationship. His first love. The first person he has ever let in. The first person to still love him despite all of his faults.

Because of that, you’re the light of his life, and he will do anything to keep you.

Despite his goofy and nonchalant demeanor, Dazai is very much a jealous man.

He doesn’t mind someone touching you, as long as it is completely platonic.

He doesn’t mind people being attracted to you. After all, you’re beautiful, of course there would be people who appreciate your looks and personality. Little crushes never hurt anyone, anyway…

However, it’s if they choose to act upon their crush and make advances on you that strikes a nerve with him.

Naturally, Dazai craves closeness with you. If anyone openly threatens the bond that you share, he gets protective.

In other words: he is deeply offended by the sheer audacity of someone coming on to his lover knowing that you’re with him.

Most would tend to think he’s whiny and loud with his jealousy, but he’s the opposite.

He shows his feelings of jealousy so subtly, you almost wouldn’t notice a difference in his demeanor.

Almost…

He’ll purse his lips, crack his knuckles and neck (a nervous habit of his), he’ll shift closer to you, he might interject into the conversation and try to change the subject.

He’ll only say something if you’re clearly uncomfortable or the person is upsetting you somehow.

As much as he’s jealous, he doesn’t want to make it seem like he’s trying to take away your autonomy.

He values your good opinion, and he wants nothing more than for you to feel safe and comfortable.

“I’m sorry if I get protective, need these boys to get the message…”

Michizo Tachihara

Tachihara is naturally protective of people he cares for, but he’s most protective of you.

He’s seen a lot of messed up stuff during his time as a Hunting Dog and being undercover in the Port Mafia, so he has always felt unsafe one way or another.

You were the first person he felt truly safe around.

Because both of his jobs are so demanding, he often fears that you’re unsatisfied with what little time you can spend together.

You best believe that he tries his damn hardest though. He puts a lot of effort into your relationship.

A lot of times he feels that your bond is delicate like a fraying thread, it could snap at any minute.

So when he feels someone is trying to get in between the two of you, they’re immediately on his radar.

Honestly, Tachihara will only notice if someone is interested in you when they’re being upfront and very flirtatious towards you.

Tachihara becomes a guard dog when anyone tries to get too close for his liking.

Typically he will just give dirty looks or throw in a few sassy remarks if someone hits on you in front of him.

If it goes on for a while, Tachihara can and will be aggressive.

His mindset is: “If you keep hitting on my partner, I’ll just take it as an invitation to beat your ass.”

He can and will fight people who disrespect you or your relationship.

“I get reckless, I’m obsessive. I’m pathetic and possessive…”

Nikolai Gogol

Oh, good lord…

This man is obsessed.

How can he not be? You allow him to be himself and let him have his fun.

You’re also the first person he has formed a genuine bond with, so he treasures you like a lost man in a desert treasures an oasis.

He’s very, very attached to you.

He always wants your attention, so anyone who takes up your time is often met with some hostility.

Depending on his mood, he will be passive-aggressive or he will be straight aggressive

He knows that you love him and would never cheat, he just doesn’t trust other people.

He also just doesn't like when your attention is on someone else for long periods of time (he's kind of an attention whore).

He can and will force himself between you and whoever you're talking to that's making him jealous.

“Why, hello! I'm Nikolai, their partner. And who might you be? What's your name?”

He will ask them a lot of questions and have a very unsettling smile on his face while doing so.

This is in hopes that they will get really uncomfortable and walk away.

When it comes to situations like this, he will use his mischief-making tendencies to his advantage.

He will find many ways to inconvenience them.

There's nothing stopping him from opening a portal above their head and dumping a bottle of ginger ale on their head.

Or, depending on how fiercely and shamelessly they were flirting with you, pointing a gun at them.

He's a little trigger happy when it comes to you.

[ranticore]

I gave up on editing and did this instead check it out. I had a rough time with the zeta because they kept getting too anthro dog-ish and I wanted them to read as primates. The one pictured there is a crew member on a whaling vessel (chef and lookout).

Image description and transcript of text below the cut:

[Figure 1 description: Front and side views of a zeta's face with the skull and external anatomy overlaid and separate. The skull is similar to a baboon's with massive broad fangs and a huge saggital crest on top for muscle attachment. Figure 2 description: a bar of colours ranging from dark brown, to reddish, to pale cream, to violet, to blue, to dark blue. Beneath it are several blue markings resembling a stylised 'A' or an arrow. Figure 3 description: a pair of zeta standing together. They are blue, brown, and cream in colour and wearing fancy black collars with dark tassels, and knuckle-guards to protect their feet. They have stocky muscular bodies and ape-like heads. One is propped up on their elbows over the back of the other, looking in a different direction.]

Text reads:

Terrestrial Zeta of Siren: Overview

Zeta are large quadrupedal mammals primarily found in the Eastern continent, the only area of significant continuous land. They are specialists at hunting and killing the local wildlife, most of which have strong chitinous shells and can be thought of as similar to millipedes or isopods. Zeta maxillary canines (1c) are the largest on Siren, laterally flattened and lacking sharp points, instead used to crush and split open the shells of their main prey, and they have huge saggital crests to support their jaw muscles. Zeta were formerly aquatic and still retain tail flukes and dense bones from that evolutionary era (3). They have a plantigrade, knuckle-walking locomotion and lack tongues. Zeta are marsupial and unisex.

Fig. 2 shows the coat colour variation. It is divided into red phase and blue phase shades. While most individuals have both phases, some are solely red or solely blue. Zeta are the only people on Siren who have naturally occurring blue pigments in their skin and hair, and blue eyes. The settlers who genetically engineered zeta also programmed in the logo of their megacorporation, which was a stylised blue letter 'A', which would appear like a tattoo from birth on the skin of zeta, formed of their own pigments. Over subsequent milennia, the logo has become indistinct and abstract, and the blue pigment is no longer limited to this particular marking, but found all over.

Kattakati

During the development of zeta, the genetic engineers wanted to produce a creature which would never have solidarity with a member of its own kind. They tampered with the brains of their creations, thinking that they had produced a creature with no sense of community, empathy, solidarity, or sympathy. In the intervening years zeta have developed a novel way to regain those traits, for their own survival. Early aquatic and terrestrial zeta developed a form of eusociality, viewing members of their pack as themselves, as limbs of one being, and over time this developed into the Dry Bowl practice of Kattakati pairing. This consists of a pair of zeta who have entered a binding agreement to consider one another a single being (3). Legally, socially, and culturally, a kattakati is one person. It has a single name and will not allow others to distinguish between its component bodies in any meaningful way, as they are supposed to be taken as a complete whole, together. It is frowned upon to consider the pair anything other than one guy. The two halves of a kattakati do not necessarily agree on all things, but this is not a contradiction; a person often thinks contradicting thoughts, and feels contradicting things. The nature of the bond is not platonic, romantic, or sexual, and a kattakati might make friends and date other people (you can't date just one half - you need to date the whole guy).

[yanderes-galore]

DogDay vs Catnap from Poppy Playtime rivalry concept??

Sure! As usual, using my form of the characters. Deviates from Canon of course.

☀️DogDay Concept☀️

🌙CatNap Concept🌙

Yandere! DogDay vs CatNap Concept

Pairing: Platonic - Rivalry

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Jealousy, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Blood, Violence, Murder mentioned, Drugging, Isolation, Stalking, Possessive behavior, CatNap eats DogDay in one end, Forced companionship(s)

Naturally, cats and dogs aren't usually big fans of one another.

While these two used to get along, as the years have passed they no longer do.

Far from it, actually.

CatNap becomes a predator, a creature that hunts other toys for food and fun.

DogDay, meanwhile, is a lost pup in the facility ever since all the workers were slaughtered.

There's actually two ways to view the rivalry.

You were a kid of one of the caretakers who created the Smiling Critter experiments.

That, or you were one of the creators of the experiments.

Either way allows both experiments to know you before the Hour of Joy... and potentially after the Hour of Joy.

Before the Hour of Joy, you knew the two experiments and their other friends.

CatNap and DogDay were the main ones who took to you.

If you were a child, the two often acted like babysitters.

Using my version of the two, they often stayed in their plush forms for you, regardless of if you worked there or if you were a child.

DogDay always acted like a guard dog while CatNap would put you to sleep and lay on your lap.

The two originally got along together.

There were some petty arguments, maybe barking and hissing at each other, but the two usually were fine once given attention.

Things are fine in the beginning.

In their young plush state you could look after them well or play with them.

DogDay would always follow you, barking like an excited dog always wanting to play.

CatNap, however, preferred to stay quiet.

He would always crawl onto you and purr when not putting you to sleep.

However, CatNap liked to be the one who put you to sleep then cuddled you.

Back then the two were well-behaved and many paid attention to them.

The smell of vanilla and lavender were always comforting scents during your time at the Playcare.

The only signs of rivalry were the occasional arguments or fights the two had before you separated them and gave them attention.

When you return to the facility after the Hour of Joy?

Everything's different.

Including them.

CatNap is a hunter who stalks through the facility, claiming Playcare as his territory and hunting grounds.

Meanwhile DogDay tries to stay out of the way, scars and blood covering his fur from previous fights.

The two used to never use their monster forms.

Yet once abandoned, it was their safest bet if they weren't hiding.

The other Smiling Critters either died of natural causes or due to them fighting with one another.

Now it's just DogDay and CatNap.

CatNap became the apex predator in Playcare, having a large den and being capable of gassing his prey with Poppy Gas.

DogDay, however, had learned to stay out of the way of the purple cat.

Soon, you make your return to the facility.

The two experiments back where you left them.

You're either a child all grown up who lost their parents here, or an old employee wanting to know where your coworkers went.

One way or another, you come searching for the truth.

Except... You end up finding old friends.

How I imagine the dynamic for the rivalry goes is this;

DogDay acts as your guide through the facility when he finds you again... while CatNap hunts you both down.

CatNap has tried to hunt DogDay down for a long time now.

Yet the dog has managed to evade the cat for the most part.

Most of the time DogDay has had to hide in his smaller form, only using his monster form when necessary.

DogDay finds you by accident... but thankfully he was the one to find you first.

He at first watches you from the shadows, unable to believe you're really... you.

DogDay hasn't seen you, or any human, in years.

All the ones he knew of were dead.

Yet here you are... alive... alone.

Why are you alone...?

DogDay would hesitate on approaching you at first.

Although, once he feels he's scouted out the situation enough...

He approaches in his plush form.

At first, you're nervous as every other toy here has tried to kill you.

Yet despite the scars and the blood... You remember this one...

This is your DogDay.

The reunion is quick yet cute.

You end up scooping the small orange dog into your arms, cuddling him close.

Vanilla and blood fill your nose, a strange combination, yet you can only focus on the adorable hound in your arms as he excitedly nuzzles you.

DogDay becomes your companion after this, refusing to leave the only friend he has now.

Plus... What if CatNap decides to hunt you?

Speaking of which... CatNap no doubt picks up on a familiar scent in his hunting grounds.

From the shadows you are followed by the much larger purple cat, body skeletal as he hunts.

He smells that dreaded dog... but he also smells you.

You are a figure he hasn't seen since he was a much younger cat.

Your scent still relaxes him... Until he notices DogDay nestled in your arms.

The rest of the rivalry would probably go similar to the game... with some changes.

First of all, DogDay is a constant companion you carry around as you explore and try to find an exit.

CatNap isn't hunting you to eat you... No... He's hunting you to keep you to himself.

While both of them have monster forms, a rivalry is a bit one-sided for one reason.

Poppy Gas.

CatNap could easily put you and DogDay to sleep if he wanted to.

Except... The cat has always enjoyed a good chase.

DogDay would lay down his life to protect and care for you.

He's as loyal as a dog can get.

He loves you as his beloved friend, his angel.

There's times when you two think you're alone he's swap to his monster form just to keep you cradled against him when you need a rest.

Although, he prefers staying small to not scare you.

He may also just like being held by you.

DogDay isn't all that violent, but he'd do anything just to make sure you aren't taken.

Unfortunately... CatNap is a clever cat.

He stalks you two like you're both prey... Just so he can pounce when you two think you're safe.

While I personally think CatNap may come out on top in this rivalry, this could go two ways.

CatNap wins... or DogDay wins.

Eventually CatNap is going to get tired of stalking and waiting.

A confrontation would be the peak of this little game you're all playing.

Unfortunately... You're screwed no matter who comes out on top.

Let's talk about the more unlikely option... DogDay.

If CatNap finally decided to pounce and attack you and DogDay, the loyal dog would fight no matter what the outcome is.

Both experiments would fight tooth and nail to keep their beloved friend to themselves.

They've become animals, feral monsters that only know one thing.

Hunt.

Somehow maybe DogDay will come out on top, pulling away from the purple cat with blood around his mouth and paws.

He looks... terrifying after this.

He has his hunting instinct in full swing and only seems to soften once he sees his angel.

I feel, even though DogDay said he'd bring you to the exit and protect you... He ends up turning back on his word once he realizes he no longer has to hide.

He's in control of Playcare now, that and you;ve come back for him... You're all his!

Unfortunately... The dog would no longer wish to bring you home or out of the facility.

He apologizes for betraying you, but he doesn't want to be alone anymore.

Now... Now you have to stay with him.

DogDay promises he'll take care of you...

But your new home becomes Playcare, your loyal hound now at your side for as long as you live.

Then there's if CatNap wins.

He's been waiting ages to properly hunt this dog.

But now... CatNap has a new treat to play with.

CatNap would begin his attack by drugging you both.

With one big breath, Poppy Gas fills the room, leaving you and your loyal dog exhausted...

Before you eventually pass out.

By the time you wake up, you're in the purple cat's den.

He's curled around you, long furred tail wrapped around you like a snake.

You smell lavender wash over you... and the scent of blood... rot

You dread what that means... Yet as you look at the cat's sleeping face, you can see red around his mouth.

He's purring away... He no doubt devoured his friend before taking you in as his precious toy.

It terrifies you, the beast having not only found his prey...

But his old friend.

CatNap will never hurt you, even now he still cares for you.

However, you won't ever see the outside world again.

Once again... Playcare becomes your new home with your new forced furred companion.

Either end is a horrible way to be condemned to your fate.

You wish you could go back in time... to when these monsters were merely cute toys...

In reality, unfortunately, they were probably always monsters in the end... Just waiting to make their move.