#so someone let him in and then he just started knocking on doors 🔪

[nbadenverweeders]

Sending a political canvasser to my house to bother me about whether or not I’m voting for your guy is the absolute best way to ensure that I never ever fucking vote for your guy in my entire life

[james-is-here]

hi!!! i absolutely love your writing it's so good! please keep up the good work, i also never really see any kpop boy pussies so i'm hoping you will do this request.

i have a request, what about cock obsessed lee know who can't stand not having reader's cock not pounding his pussy. he gets so needy constantly begging and touching you very different from how he normally acts. so reader in return teases him back and it ends with lee know getting the best fucking of his life. thank you!! 

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Oooh boy, thank you, after I wrote the other Minho fic, I've been motivated to write more and I am slowly but surely becoming obsessed with whiney, subby Min 🫠Also, the boys have like all the brands I know (except Han's) and I didn't want to repeat so your brand in BrandRacha is Prada :P

Also, let me know if I misinterpreted your request and I can rewrite it, I don't know why but I feel like I did by accident. There's still BoyPuss Min, just not sure if I fulfilled it to your liking.

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Tags: Min is called good girl so some feminization, desperate Min, implied color system, lots of edging, Min is called princess, good boy, kitten, other members are mentioned, Minnie gets emotional and drops, brief mention of a cervix. lmk if I forgot anything.

When you have free time, it's not just your free time it's yours and Minho's free time and during this free time he flips from his usual self so fast you get whiplash and you're completely thrown off every time.

He's seemingly annoyed that you and Chan hug him but that night he's a complete 180, begging for you to hold him close and let him ride your thigh.

Absolutely killing the stage and being his usual annoyed but loving self and after he's dragging you to an empty room, shoving himself against the door and pulling you in for a kiss while pulling your hand to his crotch and grinding the best he could in his stage pants.

You're wrapping your arms around him from behind on camera or on stage and he's standing there almost begrudgingly but really he's throbbing in his pants and soaking his underwear and when alone his hands are all over you trying to pull you close.

Don't get me wrong, you love how obsessed Minho was with you. You both have equal libido and stamina and it amuses you whenever you see the needy look his eyes. It's just...oof, well, a lot. He does relax but if you had to think, he has you inside him more often then not having you inside him.

Yes, the boys know about you, unfortunately Minho's neediness can be relentless and he said himself before a movie night with the others "I'll behave, please just let me cockwarm" and next thing you knew, Minho was squirming in your lap and Chan scolded both of you before kicking you both from movie night and to your room.

Now, you've been gone for a week for a Prada event and it was really fun to do something on your own from your group but ~someone~ called you at every opportunity the first day you arrived at the location the event was at that you had to send them your schedule so they didn't interrupt anything.

When you arrived at the dorms from the airport, it seemed that no one was home. It was late but most of them usually stay up late. Walking down the hall, you knock lightly on Chan's door before opening it. "Mn!" He looks up from his laptop, taking off his headset and getting up to meet you at the door to pull you into a tight hug, a smile growing on your face as he squeals softly and rocks you back and forth. "Hi Hyung!" Your arms wrap around his shoulders as you return the hug.

He then starts to jokingly cry and pull back, holding your shoulders at arms length. "I have all my kids back!" You let a snort out as he pulled you back into his arms. "Oh, I hope you're never gone that long again." "Hyung, You're sounding like an obsessed boyfriend." "No, I'm your desperate hyung, go take care of your boyfriend please."

You laugh as he all but begs you, turning you around and pushing you towards Minho's room. "I'm so jet lagged though, can I wait until tomorrow when I'm more awake?" "No, now, please, go." You shake your head and lightly kick your bag to roll over to your door before smiling at Chan. "Not a very good welcome home, you're all settled for the night." "I think Hyunjin is still awake painting." You turn in the opposite direction to go say hi to the dancer. "Jinnie." You cheer softly but Chan grabs your wrist. "Hyung..." You pout and he pushes you back over to Minho's room. "Boyfriend first, Jinnie later." Groaning you playfully shove him before going to your boyfriend.

You open his door, not even deciding to knock, and find your boyfriend in your hoodie and his sweats, laying in his stomach with one leg extended and the other thrown over his mangled blankets. He's hugging his pillow but looking again, the pillow case doesn't match his and you realize it's your pillow.

There's enough room next to him on his left so you gently crash next to him, throwing an arm over his back and pulling him, causing him to roll onto his side and into your chest. His hand falls open and something slides out, picking it up, it's a remote. You chuckle before placing it to the side and reaching down, placing your hand on his abdomen.

Tugging his hoodie, you slip your hand underneath, his skin warm under your cold hands and he whines in his sleep. Moving down, you slip into his sweats and you were honestly expecting his boxer shorts but instead you felt lace. Tracing the delicate details, you follow them until his hip, gently taking the band between your fingers then sliding further down until your fingers are near his core. "Min~" You groan quietly and remove your hand, pulling him closer until his ass is pushed into you.

Reaching up, you grab the remote, wrapping your arms around him before pressing the button for the second setting. His body jolts and pushes back into you as he gasps, breathing heavily. You can faintly see purple in the dark room of the remote and you smile softly when you process what toy is nestled inside him, the only one he has access to, not too long but not to short and no stimulation to his clit. It was the worse one to be left with but hey, you love torturing him.

Moving the remote to the other hand, you reach back into his sweats, dragging your fingertips over the lace of his underwear then grab his thigh, carefully lifting his leg and shifting onto your back slightly so he's laying back on you.

Your hand cups his heat, causing him to choke out a gasp as his chest heaves faster and his hips start to squirm. Raising the speed, your fingers find his clit through the fabric, making tight, quick circles that pull quiet moans out of him as he parts his lips and leans his head back on your shoulder.

"Minnie~" You murmur quietly, moving the fabric to the side and touching him directly. He is soaking wet, dripping around the toy and all over your fingers. "Minnie, Princess~" His breathing picks up, chest rising and falling rapidly and as his hips squirm and push back into you and your hand. You draw a few more rapid circles before withdrawing from him completely and turning off the toy.

He lets out a choked sob, hips still moving wildly as he tries to chase his high before eventually settling down with a whine and turning his head towards you, opening his eyes and blinking away his tiredness. "Hyung..." He pouts and you kiss it away. "Hi Princess." "Please~" "How about...no."

You turn the toy on again, resting your hand above his core and holding him against you. "How about I finally get back at you being a slutty brat, huh?" "I-I'm not a brat." "Mmm, but you are, Princess, don't lie." "M'Not, fuck~" You add your fingers back into the mix, playing with his clit. "Did you really think I wouldn't get back at you for being rude to the boys?" "I-I wasn't...I'm not-" "We just want to love you, Minnie, why you gotta hate us?" He whines and shakes his head. "N-No, that's not..."

You turn off the toy again and remove your hands from him. "No, Hyung, please stop." "You want me to stop? I'll stop if that's what you want." You move slightly, making it look like you're gonna leave the bed before he turns towards you, eyes brimming with tears as he grabs your wrist. "Don't go, please, please just fill me up please, I want your cock so bad, please." "I don't know if you deserve it, Minho. You should appreciate our love."

He gasps, sitting up and pushing you onto your back before straddling your thighs. "I-I do, I really do. I swear I appreciate all of you, I love all of you." "I don't know, Min." Your left hand, extended out on the other side of the bed, you click the second setting and he squeals with a gasp, hip jolting on your thighs before you place your hands on his hip to hold him still as his upper half falls forward and his hands prop himself up on your stomach.

His moans are breathy gasps as he tries to move his hips. "How about four more?" "Four?!" Tears fall down his cheeks as his fingers tighten around your shirt and his nails dig into your skin, not painful thanks to the shirt barrier but a light sting. "No...No, please, I'm sorry. I-I do a-appreciate you all, I d-do show it, I-I'm not a liar, Hyung, please..."

You know he does, he's not that cruel but it amuses you how he teases the boys and shows distain for their affection but then 180s with you and always tries to get your cock in him.

"Four more, for the last four boys." "No, please, I'm sorry." He cries and leans down until his face is hidden in your neck, tears falling onto your skin. "This is how you'll make up for it, yeah?" "No, please...M'sorry, Hyung, please..." "I said four didn't I? You don't know what I'll do for you to make it up to me." He doesn't have to make it up to you, you know the truth, but again, you love torturing him.

"Four more times then I'll tell you what I want." He whines when you finally shut the toy off, hip shaking in your hold. "Three, my bad. Or I could start over and you could do seven and tell me what each member means to you while trying not to cum." "No! Fuck, please, I-I can't take it."

Okay, you weren't that cruel...maybe another time.

"Four more, kitten." Turning it to the fourth level this time, he jolts, slowly trying to slide his hips further up to meet your crotch but you kept him in place. He harshly tugs at your shirt with a whine. "Off, please, off." "Don't move. You move, we start back at three." He nods, his hands moving to your waistband as you sit up slightly and remove your shirt. You could barely drop it to the floor when he pushes you back by your shoulders and his hands are rubbing your chest, his nails are scratching lightly against your toned stomach, their moving to hold your waist, they're everywhere.

"Stop." "What?" He whines and brings your hands back to his hips. "I-I'm gonna cum, stop." You smile gently and stop the vibrator. "Aw, thanks for telling me, such a good girl taking her punishment." You praise, lifting a hand to cradle his face and he leans into it, your thumb wiping away his tears and you pull him down, attaching you lips to his firmly and finally kissing him since you've returned home.

His hands cradle your face, kissing back just as hard before pulling back and moving to the crook of your neck again. "T-Two more...Please." "Being such a good girl, Minnie." Before turning it back on, you tug his waistband. "Take these off, Kitten." He gets off you, quickly taking the clothing off and tossing them away before getting back on your lap. He was wearing a pair of black lace panties you bought for him. "So pretty." You murmur softly, placing your hands on his waist before turning the toy on again.

You grip his waist slightly, pulling him down to sit on your thighs properly then sliding your hand down so your thumb is just above where his clit is. His stomach twist and he whines, his heat throbbing painfully and he wishes you would just move your thumb just an inch to relieve some of the pain but he knows it's wishful thinking, you know his body, know that if you did, he'd cum instantly. You're teasing him, driving him crazy and he tries to think of anything but your thumb near where he needs to be touched.

You bumped it to four and his hips jolt forward, your thumb nudging his clit slightly and he barely gets out his words. "Shit- S-Stop, stop." You turn it off and Minho shakes above you. "Fuck, it's hurts. Hyung please." "You can do one more, Kitten. I know you can." "I-It's too much, I- I can't-" His hips squirm subconsciously and you move your hand away slightly. "I know you can, it's okay."

He drops his head, his left hand holding himself up on your stomach and his right on the bed. "Min?" He hums, sniffing softly. "Min, color." "Green...i-it's green, m'sorry." "No, No, it's okay. Can you take one more?" "Yeah, I can...I can." "You sure?" "Yeah. S'punishment." "But if you can't take it, we stop." "I-I want to." His fingertips lightly graze over your abdomen. "Can..." "Can what darling?" "C-Can I touch you?" His fingers curl into your waist band and a soft smile graces your lips. "Yeah, you've been such a good boy, you could've touched me a while ago."

He tugs down your waistbands down just enough to wrap his hand around your length and pull it out from its confinement. "One more, hyung." "Okay." You turn it on one more time, pulling a whine from him as his hands are placed on your pelvis around your length. His head tilts back slightly before rolling back down and taking you into his hand.

He strokes you lazily but just enough to send sparks up your spine, making you groan. Minho whines softly, his hips stuttering with trying not to move and your heart melts. "Ride my thigh, baby." He shakes his head, picking it up and looking up at you. "N-No, one more, I-I can do it." "Min, it's okay." "S-Stop it, Stop the-" His legs shake as he gets closer and closer but you don't stop the vibrator and he takes it from your hand and turns it off, hips jolting forward as he settles from his last denied orgasm.

"Min, I was letting you cum. You didn't have to follow the punishment anymore." "B-But I-I'm a b-brat a-and I-I don't show that I a-appreciate the others..." "Oh, Min..."

Sitting up, you pull him into your arms and turn around, laying him on his back before his hands are on your chest as you pull your sweats back up. "Wait, Hyung-" "No, Min, what color?" "Green, Hyung, please. I-I have to-" "Truth, Min, What color?" You say firmly. "Hyung..." "Minho." You push, using his name and he stops and covers his face.

He's silent for a couple seconds before his body shakes and a choked cry gets caught in his throat. "Minnie..." "I-I d-do....I do apprec-iate a-all of you...I-I l-ove a-all o-of y-you, 'm s-sorry I-I d-don't sh-show it..." He gets out through his sobs. "Y-Yellow, 'M s-sorry, H-Hyung, 'm so s-sorry." You mentally slap yourself and lay down next to him, pulling him into your arms and hugging him close and tight. "No, Minnie, I'm sorry. I know you love them, I know you care about them, I should be the one apologizing, baby, I'm so sorry." You bury your face into his neck and hold him close both for your sake and his.

You feel so bad for causing his drop, of course you know that his coldness is just an act, you were just meaning to tease him. "Hyung is sorry, Minnie. I'm so so sorry." You kiss his cheek and lean back to look down at him, cupping his face with one hand and wiping his tears away. "I'm sorry for going to far." He sniffs, taking shaky deep breaths before leaning his forehead on yours. "Minnie?" "Hyung?" "You back with me?" "Y-Yeah." "You know when you dropped?" "L-Last I-I remember...w-was asking t-to touch you..." You sigh, bringing him back into your arms and tucking him under your chin.

"C'mon, let me clean you up." "W-Wait, but..." "Min, you just dropped, darling, I don't think it's best to keep going." "I-I said yellow...not red...I-I still r-really what your cock in me...this toy is dumb..." "Min..." "Please?" "Only if you promise that when we're done, I coddle you and give you the softest of aftercare and not just laying in bed after." "It's the middle of the night..." "Okay, fine, I'll just use a rag but let me make it up to you tomorrow?" "Sure."

You kiss him softly, like he was glass, before pulling back. "I really didn't have any way for you to make it up to me, I was just gonna fuck you and make you cum so it was more of a reward for you." "Is it still a reward?" "Of course but, now, you choose the position." "Any that let me look at and hold you." You laugh and gently pull him back onto your lap.

Carefully, you move the fabric covering him out of the way and slowly pull the toy out of him. "Shit." He pushes out with a heavy breath as you gently squeeze his hip. "Fuck...s'empty..." "Hold on, won't be for long." You set it aside and hold his other hip as he pulls down your waistband out of the way for you and pulls out your cock. Dragging him forward slightly, he wraps his arm around your neck as he lines you up with his entrance before sinking down. "Ah~ Fuck." His head drops down as his hand moves up a bit and he hovers over his clit. "Touch yourself, Kitten, go ahead."

His fingers instantly circle the bundle of nerves and his head falls onto your shoulder, his thighs moving automatically to ride you and you wrap your arms around his back to take control, thrusting up into him causing wet sounds to occur every time you thrust in and out of his soaked cunt.

"Fuck~ Right there." You thrust into that spot inside him quickly and you draw continuous moans out of him with every hit with your tip. "Move you fingers faster, baby." His fingers rub faster, drawing him closer to his continuously lost high.

"Open." He lifts his head and parts his lips, letting you put your thumb into his mouth and he closes around the digit. His tongue swirls around your thumb before you remove it and bring it down, glancing down to move his hand out of the way before looking back up at him and replace his fingers with your thumb. "Oh fuck~" His legs move again and bounce inconsistently, meeting your hips every couple bounces.

Your thrusts pick up speed along with your thumb and you throw your head back, groaning as your own high approached, then look back at him. "Fuck, Hyung, m'gonna cum, shit~ Ah~" He moans softly, his hips bucking forward and your thumb becomes firm against his clit. "Me too, Minnie. Go ahead, Kitten, you took my teasing so well, such a good boy, let go baby." Your thrusts go impossibly faster, at least to Minho, and he clenches around your length so tight you unexpectedly stop with a stutter, your thumb keeping its momentum as your sunk deep inside him.

"Fuck, Fu- Hyung, don't stop, don't- Ah Shit!" His moan drags from the back of his throat, morphing into a soft squeal as his walls flutter around you and he tightens around you even tighter, his hand flying to your wrist as he rocks his hips into your hand. "Fuck, Min." His tightness, the slickness, and his absolutely lewd sounds cause you to cum deep inside him shortly after, thrusting so shallowly and deeply it's as if he could feel you fuck your cum into his cervix.

"F-Fuck...s'deep, Ah~" His hips rock against yours before he's pulling your hand away and his thighs shake. He pushes your shoulders to push you back slightly before falling onto your chest and your slip out of him. You hiss and he moans, leaning his forehead on your peck as his muscle contract and he's too weak to stop your cum from dripping out of him. "Shit." He mutters quietly and grabs the toy from before and slowly inserts it into him as a temporary plug despite the multiple drips already staining your sweats.

Laying back on your chest, he wraps his arms around you. "Can we just stay here?" "We're all yucky though." "So? That's never stopped us from cleaning up later." You sigh, both having no energy and your jet lag catching up to you. "I'm only agreeing..." You struggle but manage to kick your sweats off then cover the both of you up. "...because I think my jet lag is catching up to me and I'm tired." "Good, sleep now."

He kisses your chest where he lays and you kiss the top of his head, closing your eyes and promptly passing out.

[linos-luna]

Valentine’s Day with Yandere!Stray Kids ❣️🔪

Warnings: , unhealthy relationships, Yandere, jealousy, smut, 18+ , possessive behavior, obsession , dub-con ?

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Chan

Channie is flirty and romantic all the time but Valentine’s Day was special. He wanted to show how devoted he was to you… whether you liked it or not.

• buys you lots of plushies and sweets

• it seems like a cute sentiment but it’s because he treats you like a child

• you’re his baby girl, he has to spoil and smother you with love.

• you have to call him daddy

• don’t resist or you’ll regret it.

• he’ll yell at you or lock you in the closet. Then act like nothing happened right after

• you’re not leaving the house today. Someone might steal you away!

• wants to make love but if you resist be will be rough. Although he’s always rough

- - -

“Let me out!”

You cried while knocking on the door. You had been shaking and crying since he threw you in there almost an hour ago while chan was in the kitchen, practically ignoring you. It was cold in that closet too. There was some peaceful music playing and he was calmly cutting up fruit. It wasn’t long before he came back to the closet and opened the door.

“Hey babygirl, what are you doing?” Chan asked, crouching down to your level. “You should be getting ready for our date silly!”

You only hugged him and he picked you up like a baby, taking you to the bedroom.

After getting dressed and cleaning up, Chan led you to the living room where he had cut up fruit, chocolate, and wine waiting. There were roses on the table and new plushies on the couch.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, babygirl.” Chan said, giving a tight hug from behind.

You were still shaken up from earlier but he didn’t even acknowledge putting you in the closet. You just played along.

Minho

Minho is strict and rough with you. Valentine’s Day is no different. He expected you to listen to him and give him what he wants. And you normally did since he was good at manipulating you…

• always so strict

• but secretly is desperate for your love

• makes you dinner and even takes you out for a movie

• but be sure to not look at any boys

• or he will be pissed.

• wants a romantic night

• so you better let him have it… or else…

- - -

Minho was dragging you inside by your arm and threw you on the shared bed.

“Why?!” He shouted. “Why did you do that?!”

“I’m sorry…”

“You ruin everything!!” He slapped you and continued yelling.

“Y-yes yes, I’m sorry!” You replied, wiping the tear rolling down your cheek.

Minho stopped for a moment and shuffled through your drawers, finally pulling out some lingerie and cat ears. “Put this on…”

You were confused by his sudden mood switch and started undressing. Once putting on the outfit, Minho pushed you into the bed and started kissing your neck.

“Why don’t you want me?” Minho groaned as he rubbed you over your panties.

“I-I-… I want you…” you said, moaning as he reached under your panties.

“You looked at another boy.” He said, suddenly pinching you down there causing you to cry out loud. “What a bad kitten you are…”

“No no no!” You cried. “I-I love you!”

“Yeah? You do?”

“Yes! Yes!” You continued crying.

Minho smiled and removed your panties.

To prove his love for you he ate you out and fucked you hard. He wants to make sure you’re just as devoted as him, he made you suck him off and ride him. This continued for hours and you ended the night weak and exhausted.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, kitten”

Changbin

Changbin scares you. He was often violent and his muscular built didn’t make it any better. But he wants you to love him

- - -

• tries extra hard to make you love him

• buys you everything to impress you

• forces his affection

• you’re hesitant at first

• he’s so unpredictable

You were locked in the shared bedroom. Changbin had gone out for something and you waited there on the bed; he was nice enough to let you have your phone today.

“Hey baby. I’m back.” Changbin said as he came in. You only looked at him with a small smile. 

“I got you gifts.” He was a bit awkward when pulling out the teddy bear and chocolates from the bag. Seemed corny but he figured that’s what girls liked.

Changbin held the bear towards you and you instantly flinched.

“No its okay. it’s for you, baby.”

“Thank you, Binnie…” You reluctantly took the bear.

For the rest of the day you guys ordered dinner and watched movies while Changbin kissed and cuddled you. You weren’t very receptive to it at first but eventually gave in when he started getting frustrated.

Hyunjin

• he’s a Pisces. Romance is important!

• he gets lunch and buys you gifts

• but not for free, he wants something from you

• he wants to make love with you

• he gave you things, thus it only made sense that you give him something in return!

• gets angry when you don’t

• gets aggressive

- - -

You were being pinned against the wall as Hyunjin kept trying to kiss you. You were shaking your head and trying to get him off

“Baby hold still!” Hyunjin said getting frustrated.

“No! I don’t want it!” You cried out desperately. “Just let me leave!”

“I’m trying to love you!” He was getting frustrated and threw you on the couch, now getting on top of you and pinning your hands down so you couldn’t move. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be!”

Hyunjin removed your pants along with his own before now wrapping his hand around your throat. “I’m going to love you whether you like it or not!” He was squeezing and you were quickly beginning to lose consciousness. Hyunjin was just glad you couldn’t resist.

Jisung

Jisung is delusional. He believes you’re madly in love with him.

• acts like everything is normal even tho it’s not

• crying? Well it’s because you love him so much!

• resisting hugs? Just means you want it tighter!

• takes a lot to tik him off, especially on this special day

• Valentine’s Day must be perfect!

- - -

You woke up suddenly, wrists and ankles tied to a chair at the dining table. You looked around to find a meal that smelled good but why were you tied up? Had he drugged you?

“Hi noona! Finally you woke up!” Han said cheerfully as he came in from the kitchen with some soup and sat next to you.

“Han…? What happened?”

“What do you mean? You just took a little nap!” Han was blowing on a spoonful of soup. “And now you’re here for dinner!”

“Did… did you drug me?!”

“Noona, you’re so funny!” Han chuckled and tried feeding you.

“N-no!” You shook your head to avoid the spoon and some spilled on your lap.

“Oh you might not like this one.” He pouted. Let me get the chicken then.”

Han leaned over to kiss you but you turned away. This didn’t deter him and instead he grabbed your chin and forcefully kissed you.

“Love you noona” he said now going to the kitchen. You only glared at him and he laughed. “I’m glad you love me too!”

Han force fed you to his liking then moved your chair so he could kneel in front of you.

“We should say everything we love about each other.” He was rubbing your thighs while looking up at you. “I’ll go first! I love your beautiful eyes!”

“Han, I-I don’t love you-…”

He pinched your thigh, causing you to wince. “Oh noona, I love you too!”

It went on like this for a while…

Felix

Felix had been stalking you for a while. You were friends but nothing more and you never knew how obsessed he was with you. He decided Valentine’s Day is the day he’ll make his move

• he’s been stalking you and you never knew

• he’d take things like your panties or clothes but you would disregard it

• he’d spy on you every day and knew everything about you and your routine

• but now it’s Valentine’s Day! He wants to leave you gifts.

• leaves gifts from a “secret admirer”

• at first you thought it was cute but it started getting weird…

- - -

You got home from work to find a bouquet of roses at your front door along with a card. You thought it was interesting and brought it inside.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love

- love, your secret admirer

You chuckled and set it on the dining table. Then something caught your attention in the living room.

After taking your shoes off you went to see the gift basket left on the couch. Who left this here? Your attention was caught by a glimmer in the basket. It was your necklace. One that’s been missing for a while. On top of the fact that a basket was inside your apartment, the necklace truly freaked you out and you started heading to your room.

Just as you got to the door, it swung open and there he was. Your friend Felix? You gasped and stumbled back.

“Felix?? What are you doing here?!”

“Did you like your gifts?” He asked, now coming closer. “I made brownies too!”

“How did you get in?!” What are you doing??” You were frantically asking while backing up before felix grabbed your hands.

“I want you to be my valentine! To be with me forever because I love you!”

Before you could do anything else he pinned you to the wall and kissed you. Then suddenly grabbed your wrist and zip tied them together.

Afterwards he took you to your room and laid you on the bed. You were too scared to move as he lifted your shirt to touch your breasts. For the rest of the night he continued touching you while telling you everything he learned about you and how much he loved you.

Seungmin

Seungmin is strict and nearly stoic. You’re expected to go along with anything he plans without explanation. He will make this day romantic

• buys you a new dress and expects you to wear it

• he made a special dinner reservation and you must behave

• don’t look at anyone, keep your head down

• he’s not afraid to punish you in public

• be grateful for all his gifts

• give him compliments

• constantly assure that you love him

•no complaining or talking back

• tonight must be perfect!

- - -

At the restaurant, you looked through the menu while Seungmin sat there watching you.

“Baby, you look beautiful today…”

“Thank you…” you said quietly while continuing to look down.

Suddenly he kicks you in the shin under the table and and you wince at the pain.

“T-thank you.” You say a bit louder. “You look very handsome today.”

“Thank you, daring.” Seungmin smiles.

Soon the waiter comes and your boyfriend orders for you.

“That’s what you wanted right baby?” He asks squeezing your hand.

“Yes seungmin.” You nodded. “You always know exactly what I want. No one knows me better than you.”

Dinner would continue without issue and you would head home. Seungmin expected you to have romantic sex and cuddle with him, that’s what you do on Valentine’s Day right? And if you don’t comply he will be pissed.

Jeongin

Jeongin looked so sweet. How could such a sweet loving boyfriend actually be so violent and scary? He wanted you to love him but at the same time didn’t care for your feelings. He gets what he wants

• easily frustrated

• why don’t you just love him??

• low-key a psychopath

• he wants today to be romantic

• you better give him what he wants

• he’s not afraid to give out harsh punishment

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“Are you gonna listen now?” Jeongin said as he rubbed your bare ass.

“Y-yes!” You were bent over his lap and sobbing; he had been spanking you for a minute straight for refusing his advances.

“Noona, I hate when you’re a brat!” He spanked you again causing you to cry out.

“I’m sorry Jeongin! I’m sorry!!”

Once he was satisfied, he laid you back on the bed and removed your shirt and bra.

“Let’s try this again…” he said while removing his shirt. “Noona…Can you let me love you?”

“Y-yes Jeongin.”

He started kissing your neck and moved down to your breast, practically sucking harsh marks on them. That’s all he wanted.

“Why do you resist me, noona? I know you love it.”

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Sorry it’s kinda long and late 😅

Not really proofread…

[bateman-whore]

Hiiii, I was wondering if you could write a fic where Patrick sees someone get a little too close to reader and murders him? 🔪🩸🫶

You belong with me

(Sorry for the Taylor Swift reference, Im not a swifty but it’s one of the few songs I can stand and I didn’t know what to title this lol, TW: murder, Patrick being Patrick)

Your pov

I sat at my desk, mindlessly typing away at my computer. I wanted nothing more than to get the day over with but the minute passed like hours. As I attempt to finish the paragraph, I hear a knock on my office door.

“Yep” I called out as the door opened, it was Paul.

“Hey y/n, how are you doing?” He asked, taking a seat in front of me.

“Meh, I just want to go home. It’s been a long day,” I laughed with my face in my hands.

“Oh I hear ya,” he says, flashing a grin, his teeth seemed a little too big for his mouth. “Now I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tonight?” The question was accompanied by another big tooth grin.

“Listen, I would love to but-“ I was cut off.

“Oh come on like you have anything to do after work, pick you up at seven, yeah?” It wasn’t a question. He got up and started for the door.

“Paul I-“

“See ya!” And with that he closed the door behind him.

Before I could process what just happened, there was another knock on the door.

“Yep,” I called out again but instead of Paul, Patrick walked in. He sat down across from me and put his feet up on my desk. “Yes?”

“You and Allen seem to be getting close?” This was more of a statement rather than a question.

“I mean I guess, what does it matter to you?”

“It doesn’t,” he said plainly and got up and left my office.

Patrick’s POV

I don’t know why but it does matter to me. For some reason I can’t live with the thought of Paul being so close to y/n,

“Hey Paul,” I leaned up against his cubicle walls, I took note of them, “nice set up you got there.” I picked up what seemed to be a family photo and examined it.

“Uh thanks I guess,” he took the photo out of my hands and placed it face down on his desk.

“God I can’t remember the last time I sat in a cubicle let alone worked in one,” I let out a laugh.

“What do you want?”

“I was wondering if you could stop by my place-“

“Nu uh uh uh, can’t. I got a date with y/n tonight,” he interrupted.

God he really has a problem with interrupting

“Yeah yeah, I’m sure you do, look it’s about your report, there’s something I need you to change.”

“Why can’t we talk about it right now?” He asked, confused.

“Because how can we discuss work matters without a drink or two?”

“I guess, as long as you make it fast,” he finally gave in.

Later that night, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, it was Paul.

“Ah Paul come in, come in,” I stepped aside to let him in.

“Thanks for inviting me, but really we have to make it fast. I’m supposed to pick up y/n in 45 minutes,” he walked in taking his coat off, “are you renovating?” He asked taking note of the plastic sheets that cover every part of my living room.

“Sure. Can I get you a drink Paul? You look like an old fashion kind of guy.”

“Uh sure.”

I walked to the kitchen and poured him his drink, but before I went back to the living room, I crushed up a handful of downers and dissolved them in his drink.

“Do you like Huey Lewis and The News?” I asked him.

“There ok i guess,” he replied, taking a drink.

“Their early work was a little too new wave for my tastes, but when Sports came out in '83, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. He's been compared to Elvis Costello, but I think Huey has a far more bitter, cynical sense of humor.” I started to ramble as I popped a CD in the player.

“Hey Halberstram.” I could tell Paul’s speech was beginning to slur. The drugs were taking effect.

“Yes Allen?”

“Why are there copies of the style section all over the place, d-do you have a dog? A little chow or something?”

“No, Allen.” I was in the kitchen at this point pulling on a raincoat. My ax was hidden behind the door frame.

“Is that a raincoat?” Allen laughed.

“ Yes it is! In '87, Huey released this, Fore, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip to be Square", a song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity, and the importance of trends, it's also a personal statement about the band itself,” I took the ax and walked up behind Allen. I raised it above my head, “Hey Paul!”

He looked behind him at me as the ax came crashing down into his face. Blood splattered all over my face and body.

“TRY TAKING Y/N ON A DATE NOW, YOU FUCKING STUPID BASTARD! YOU, FUCKING BASTARD!”

I caught my breath and regained my composure. I cleaned up the scene, took a shower, did my skin care, and went to bed.

Part 2??? I’ll probably do a part two. Sorry if it’s not entirely accurate yk, I need to rewatch the movie. If you have a request my inbox is open and as always the gif and divider are not mine.

Mastearlist

[parlamiamore]

something beautiful — s. riley

synopsis: the 141’s new on-field medic is strange one. the understatement of the century in ghost's opinion. but when a bandaid starts to become something more than he ever thought possible, he realizes that maybe, they're not as strange as he thought.

note: reader’s past is based off a cod oc of mine and their call sign is “patches”! no mention of y/n! gender neutral character bc it's literally not hard to write one??

warnings: blood, violence, swearing, suggestive comments, asshole!ghost, and some others!

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DEATH HAD BROUGHT THEM TO THE 141, AND GHOST WAS SURE DEATH WOULD BRING THEM OUT. They’d barely been given time to mourn their on-field medic before another had been assigned. Desperate to keep the 141 alive, Ghost had bet. No one had bet against him. They knew not to make bets they knew they’d lose. But, none of the team had expected someone so soon. The base had felt darker since she’d left, been taken from them, and it seemed impossible to bring any of the light back. The replacement had big shoes to fill, and hearts to mend, bones to set, and souls to soothe. It wasn’t an easy job, Ghost knew that, but anything seemed easier than this. But, someone had to be the one to bandage them up, save their life, and serve. Ghost just wasn’t sure what kind of person had been chosen for that honour just yet.

Ghost first has the honour of meeting them with blood dripping down his neck, nail marks screaming bloody murder around his throat. König hadn’t gone easy on him, and he had the scars to prove it. His body seemed to groan in protest as he shuffled towards the sterile halls of the infirmary, into unknown territory. He would have skipped the visit entirely if Price hadn’t been present and ordered him to seek help. Ghost didn’t need help, much less some rookie’s. But, he wasn’t one to disobey a direct order, and Price had used that to his advantage. Bastard.

The infirmary was his least favourite place. It reminded him of the face of death he’d stared down and spat at more than once. These halls carried cries deep in the night, and the tormented souls of the unlucky, who died under scalpel and caring hands. This would never be a happy place to him. It stank of death and antiseptic, a smell that made his insides curdle and shrink away. It wasn’t a phobia, Ghost wasn’t afraid of anything, it was simply an association of pain and white walls and LED lightbulbs.

The door to the infirmary was half open, and Ghost heard rustling inside. Papers, equipment, and a voice. It was quiet, but not in the way that made it hard to hear. He heard every word perfectly, but it was almost timid, as if it was afraid to taint the place it was inhabiting. Ghost didn’t bother knocking, he never did. Knocking was a waste of energy. Privacy didn’t exist in hell, anyway.

The first thing he noticed was that the blinds were pulled up, letting the dim light from the cloudy sky seep into the room like a wine stain on clean carpet. The last doctor hadn’t wanted light in here, said it threw off her work. And Ghost had been glad that the darkness existed. Another boundary between himself as the person who worked on him. It almost seemed too bright in here now.

The second thing the soldier noticed was that the source of the voice had vanished. The room was a corpse in its own right. As he stepped farther in, his footfalls echoed and touched the back of his mind as he looked around. The door to the connected office was open, and boxes were piled inside, neatly labelled and unopened. Had he imagined the figure? His mind had shown him worse. Ghost wouldn’t be surprised if it was playing tricks on him again.

“Ah, hi!” A small voice spoke from within the room. Ghost’s eyes canvassed the hull of the med bay, but saw no one. What the fuck?

“I’m, uh, down here!” His eyes moved down to see a figure crouched underneath an exam table. Ghost blinked at the hunched medic in confusion and they wiggled in their position. It looked like they were reaching for something. “Ah, fuck, ow!” A loud thud echoed through the room, and Ghost could only assume that the new medic had smashed their head off something. Great, the new medic was a fucking numptee, just what he needed. Ghost was already dreading this encounter more than anything, and he fought the urge to turn and walk right out. He would have done so if the looming threat of Price wasn’t a variable. Stupid softie could be bloody scary when he tried.

The figure popped up, a hand coming to rub the top of their head. Their messy hair was a disaster, like they’d run their fingers through it so many times. There was a flustered smile on their face, one Ghost didn’t return.

“Sorry about that,” again, Ghost didn’t say anything. The medic didn’t seem to mind, though. “You must be Ghost! I was warned about you!” Ghost blinked slowly, like a cat. The medic grabbed a discarded clipboard and their eyes quickly drank in his medical charts.

“Price told me you were a quiet one, and that you can be a bit of an ass. We should get along nicely!” What part of that was nice? He didn’t want to get along with this new medic. They were loud and clumsy. And, from what Ghost could see, not suited for their job. They didn’t even have a lab coat on.

“If you cooperate we should be done pretty quickly!” They seemed sure about it. They patted the exam table and vanished into their office. By the time Ghost sat down, they had a lab coat and proper gloves. Their hair had been smoothed down as well, but it still seemed to stick up in odd places.

“Why are you here, Ghost?” They asked, and Ghost huffed, his frustration becoming obvious.

“Aren’t you s’posed to know that?” He griped, but the medic only smiled at him. He found himself hating it.

“Oh, so he can talk!” Their voice was supposed to tickle, but it sounded like nails on a chalk board. Ghost only huffed and rolled his eyes and pointed to the side of his neck, where the bleeding cuts were becoming red and irritated.

Instantly, the medic’s demeanour changed, but the teasing smile stayed. But their eyes had lost the spark and became something akin to seriousness. “Yikes,” was all they said as they reached onto a neatly organized cart of medical supplies. “I’d hate to see the other guy,” an afterthought almost. Ghost’s eyes moved to focus on them as he felt a sting of antiseptic. He didn’t flinch, but there was a sharp intake of air.

“Sorry,” the apology was instinctual, not meant to ease his mind in the slightest, so it didn’t. The stinging began to subside after a couple wipes, and Ghost’s shoulders loosened. The wipe was cold and made goosebumps line his arms. The medic was too busy making sure his cuts were clean. Their eyes narrowed, tongue stuck between their teeth, glasses down at the end of their nose.

The wipe withdrew, and the air attacked Ghost's exposed flesh, the goosebumps returned. "It won't get infected because I saved you," their tone seemed genuine, it dripped with pride. The medic had turned away and moved across the room towards a big cabinet that was overflowing with gauze, bandages, casts, and anything else Ghost could think of.

"Are you a Star Wars guy?" The question made Ghost's brows furrow in confusion.

"Am I a what?" He only asked because there was no way he'd heard that right.

"Are you a Star Wars guy?" The medic asked again. They turned to face him, their arms loaded with multiple boxes and bandaids. In one hand, Star Wars, in the other, Hello Kitty. Ghost scoffed, this had to be a joke, right? Had Price hired a child?

"You seem like a Star Wars guy," they dismissed his narrowed eyes and put the Hello Kitty ones back on the shelf. They approached Ghost with confident steps, the box had been opened and they were flicking their extensive collection. They settled on two options, R2D2 or Darth Vader. After a moment of studying him, they unpeeled the R2D2 bandaid and moved his chin with their hand.

"Why not Darth Vader?" Ghost asked, a bite in his voice. "I like Vader," the medic made a face and shook their head, their hand tapped their nose as a sound close to no came from their mouth.

"You seem like an R2 guy."

"And you seem to know a lot about me."

"So it's working," a smile broke out across their face, and that only made Ghost angrier. They gave him a once over, admiring their minimal handiwork before they nodded. "All done! Don't pick at the bandaid or at the scabs," as if he didn't already know that, he wasn't a child.

He got up and didn't thank them and he didn't feel bad about it. It didn't seem to bother them, though, because he could see them waving as he glanced behind him. They were still smiling.

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THE FIRST TIME HE SAW THEM IN THE FIELD, HE DIDN'T RECOGNIZE THEM. They were in deep shit like they always were. Pinned down, listening to bullets pierce the air. Ghost had been shot in their retreat, and blood was soaking his tactical gear. It was warm and the battlefield smelled of gunpowder and death.

"Are ye alright?" Soap asked from beside him. The Scot had escaped unscathed, he was a smaller target, less of him to shoot at. Ghost hadn't been that lucky. But, he'd rather it was him nursing the wound than his team. He could handle it, he'd keep fighting even if he was dying, and everyone knew it. Stubborn as an ox, as Price had said the day before they shipped out.

"S'nothing," Ghost shook the Seargent off. He just wanted to finish this mission and sleep it off.

"No offence, LT, but it doesn't look like nothin'."

"Bloody great observation, Sargent, anythin' else?" Ghost snapped. He got snappy when he was injured, everyone knew that, and his team had learned to deal with it early on. Johnny didn't even flinch.

"If you get shot again, Price'll have your ass," Ghost snorted and slowly reloaded his magazine.

"Tell me somethin' I don't know," they'd waited long enough, and soon, Price's voice pushed through for the 141 to advance. Backup had arrived. Ghost hadn't known they'd needed it. But, he'd take a win right now. He knew Johnny felt the same way.

"Simon!" Price's voice cut through his comms. Ghost ducked behind a dumpster, he heard bullets imbed themselves into metal flesh.

"What!" He grunted.

"Patches is on their way to you, are you in position to meet them?" Ghost's eyes bugged out of his head. What the hell was the medic doing here? They couldn't even shoot!

"No, I'm bloody not! I'm pinned down out here!" He shouted back. He turned around the dumpster and let a shot off. It embedded itself in a target, but five more shots rang out in its stead. It was like a bloody hydra!

"Well, make quick work of 'em, we'll need them when we're done," well no shit, the giant mumbled to himself.

"Roger, clearing a path for them now." He'd only encountered the medic twice after their first meeting. he was never hurt enough to end up in their care, but Johnny certainly was. The man was in there more than his bunk, overdoing it, pulling a muscle, getting thrown on his ass by the giants on their team. Johnny had glowing reviews of the new medic, showing off his Star Wars band aids with pride. Not R2D2 ones, though. Yoda ones, much to Ghost's dismay. Johnny seemed the R2D2 type more than he did.

"Ghost, medic on our nine!" Johnny pointed to a figure across from the conflict, small and hidden, Ghost had almost missed them. A gun was clenched in their hands in a death grip, tactical gear seemed to wrap them in a gentle hug.

They didn't look like they belonged there.

But, like the universe did, it had to prove him wrong.

The medic moved, and a line of shot was eliminated. Another second, then another. Soap and Ghost shared a glance, shock written on their faces.

Both shrugged and pushed forward. With only 3 bullet paths pushing in, the men excelled. They pushed forward, guns blaring with a cacophony of the apocalypse. The medic rolled out of a broken down doorway, their eyes wild as blood dripped down their head and soaked their hair. They looked like a demon as Ghost saw the poor bastard who had pissed in their cereal. Well, what was left of him.

The medic had reduced the head to mush. Brain matter decorated the bottom of their gun as it came down again, again, AGAIN, A G A I N.

They seemed like a Vader person.

When the bullets stopped, and the air felt dead, the medic rolled off the carnage they'd created. Soap and Ghost tried not to stare as they got to their feet unsteadily.

"Hi," they greeted, their eyes raking across their teammates. Their eyes narrowed when they saw Ghost's fragile arm. "What the fuck is that!" They shrieked, pointing at the wartorn flesh of Ghost's arm. Ghost didn't think they meant to shout, but if his ears were ringing from the fray, no doubt theirs were pounding.

"Got shot," he responded. The medic's head tilted.

"What!" They shouted again. In any other situation, Ghost might have laughed at the expense of another, but right now, with the adrenaline fading, he could feel the metal rubbing against his muscle tissue, and it hurt like a bitch.

"I. Got. Shot!" He raised his voice and he watched as the medic's mouth dropped down into a wide O shape. That, they did hear.

"Why didn't you say so!"

"I did!"

"Oh!" The medic moved in on him and shouldered off their backpack. "Let's get that looked at!" Their voice was still loud, but Ghost didn't point it out. He didn't really care.

"In there! I'll radio Price and get him over here!" Johnny and the medic seemed to share a silent look, one that communicated hours of hidden jokes and friendships that Ghost couldn't imagine himself having with anyone. With the help of Soap, the trio entered one of the many broken buildings. Luckily, there were simple chairs intact.

"Down we go," the medic mumbled as they deposited Ghost on one of the many chairs. It protested his intrusion, and he was worried that it would break under him. But it remained strong and steady.

The medic had unloaded their bag, full of tools and materials. A mini office stored in fabric. It was almost impressive.

Ghost moved to try and fix his position in the chair, but a rush of pain filled him. He didn't make a sound, but the medic noticed. "Don't move, you idiot!" They chastised with a tone snappier than Ghost had ever heard it. It rang with authority, something he didn't think they'd had until this movement.

"I'm uncomfortable," he snapped back. Eyes narrowed.

"I don't give a shit, soldier. Don't move," Ghost knew what that meant. No arguing. And surprisingly, he felt himself listening.

The medic approached him with tweezers, clutched in their hands like a weapon. Ghost supposed that it was, in its own way. He didn't move and the medic was glad for it. He wanted this bullet out, and even if no one could do something like he could, sometimes it was easier to let them try.

The tweezers invaded his wound like a blade, and Ghost did make an audible groan. It was digging around and he felt it touching bone. It was nearly nauseating.

"Yikes," they mumbled, and suddenly, this moment felt familiar. A day in the infirmary, under bright LED lights. "I'd hate to see the other guy," a memory from a month ago, one he'd locked away and promised not to think about again because when he'd thought about it once he got back to his room, he'd smiled.

"Me too," he mumbled back. Their eyes met, and he saw the medic smile. It seemed strange, to see a smile while they were digging in his arm for a bullet.

"Stop moving," he hadn't realized that he had shifted, trying to put distance between him and the medic's gentle gaze. "Or I'll leave the bullet in there. You'll never be able to get through airport security." He couldn't help it, and there couldn't have been anything else he could have done to stop the laugh that bubbled in his throat at the medic's words.

With as much strength as he could muster, Ghost stayed still. Even when it hurt, especially when it hurt. He felt the medic brush his muscles and he felt them tear him apart, but he stayed still as stone. The process went much smoother when he was frozen, and soon enough, the medic dropped the bullet in his upturned palm.

"Tada!" The stress had faded from their voice, and they sounded almost happy. But they weren't done. They began to wrap his arm like precious cargo, the gauze was tight, but not enough to cut off blood flow. Their fingers worked quickly, and his arm was wrapped in under a minute.

But, somehow, they still weren't done. They had reached into their bag, looking for something. Ghost's brows furrowed, a silent question on the tip of his tongue.

It was answered when a familiar bandaid hit the light. R2-fucking-D2. Ghost watched in astonishment as the medic slapped it on the gauze they'd put on his arm. Only then, did they look satisfied.

"I saved you," they informed him, and this time, Ghost found himself smiling.

"Yeah, Patches, guess ya did." They had. He had no doubt that the wound would have gotten infected or he'd have bled out on evac. Not that he'd ever say that.

"You're still an R2D2 guy," they informed him. Ghost's brows furrowed again, something he found himself doing around them a lot. They were possibly the weirdest person he'd ever met.

"What the hell does that even mean?" He asked. Because he was wondering, and because he wanted to understand, even if it seemed stupid. These bandaids meant a lot to the medic, and he wanted to know why. They were meant for kids, and these men were far from kids.

The medic was halfway through putting their backpack over their shoulders when they looked up. Ghost could hear Price and the rest of the unit outside, and only the two of them were inside. But he had to know, just as he had to breathe.

"Because without you, we'd all be dead." And then they were gone.

And Ghost found himself wishing he had the strength to go after them.

[pink-tonic]

Day One🔪

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Warning: Graphic details about how Ayato wants to kill (Y/N), stalking

A few text messages are in here:

Bold= Ayato

Red text = Info-Chan

Taro was right about not having any spare time. When I closed my locker, the bell rang to head class, but others and I knew that we would not head to class, but instead, we would be going to the gymnasium.

As we're heading to the gymnasium, there is a crowd of students all making their way to the gymnasium doors. It took a bit of time for the both of us to make it inside, but when we did make it inside, it was more peaceful than outside.

The students are lined up one after another, which ends up making rows. Taro walks to one of the rows and stands in the back of it, I follow him.

Before the assembly starts, I try to see if I can find Taeko among the sea of students. A strong frustration starts to grow inside of me when I can't find her.

Then, I hear the headmaster walk up and take the stage, but I don't care.

I need to find my senpai.

Who even cares about the first year I killed? He was a naive first year, who thought he had a chance with my senpai. I still can't believe he was stupid enough to follow me.

I stood in place, but I continued to look for Taeko.

I finally found her. She was standing near the front, so it made sense that I couldn't see her. I wish she could have been closer to me.

While I stared at her, I heard the headmaster step off stage, and one of the teachers told us to head to our next class.

I decide to follow Taeko to her class, and Taro seems to have noticed this.

"Where are you going, Ayato? Our class is on the second floor," Taro tells me.

"I'll meet you there," I say back as I go up the stairs to the third floor.

I make my way up the stairs, and I can see Taeko enter her class. I stand near the door, and I can see her pull out her chair and take a seat at the back of the class.

When I see that she is safely in her class, I walk back down the stairs and make my way to my class.

I enter right when the bell rings, and I take my seat just as the teacher starts her lesson.

I look to my side, and I see Taro giving me a confused look.

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The bell rings for lunch, so I make my way to the third floor to see Taeko. When I see her,  I slow down so I can follow her. During lunch, she usually goes to the roof and eats her lunch, but this time, I see her take a seat on one of the benches that are near the clubs.

Is she waiting for someone?

I then see (Y/N) walking up the hall to his club. He must be eating his lunch inside of his club room.

I take a seat on one of the benches that are nearby and continue to watch Taeko. I notice that she seems to be thinking.

I wonder what goes on inside her pretty little head?

Then she finally moves. I see her get up from her bench and walk over to the newspaper club. She knocks on the door, and Makoto answers it.

She must want to join the club, right?

While I watch the two talk to one another, I hear a voice.

"There you are, Ayato! I was wondering where you left after class ended," Taro says to me.

"I was going to get a snack, but the vending machine didn't work," I lie to him.

"Well, let's just go find another machine. We still have time," Taro tells me.

I get up from the bench and walk down the hall with Taro. As we walk down the hall, I can see (Y/N) close the door, and I can't help but to send him a dirty look.

I know he doesn't have a thing for Taeko, but I hate the fact that she wanted to talk to him.

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After school ends, I follow Taeko, and I see her directly go to the newspaper club. I see her stand at the entrance before she fully goes inside. I decide to walk by the open doors to the club and take a look inside.

I see (Y/N) instructing her on what to do, but I see something unusual.

Is senpai getting flustered because of (Y/N)?

That can't be it. She must be shy to new people.

I know that the club ends rather late, so I decide to do clean-up duty for the rest of the time. 

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As I clean the hallway where the newspaper club is located, I see some of the members leave.

I quickly put away the mop and get my bag. I rush down the hill, hoping to still see Taeko.

When I reach the end of the slope, I see her standing next to the gate as the pink cherry blossom petals surround her. She looks so perfect.

But why is she standing there?

I hide behind one of the bushes while she isn't looking and peek from behind it. Some time passes, and I see Makoto walking down the hill. He notices Taeko, and they greet each other.

I can't hear them, but I see them leave together shortly after.

She was waiting for him the whole time? No, that can't be! She must have wanted to discuss club activities, right? She isn't talking to (Y/N) because she likes him, right?

I follow them at a safe distance, and I can see her laugh and happily talk to (Y/N).

I clench my fist in frustration. Does she seriously enjoy (Y/N)'s presence? This can't be.

I then see them stop, and she pulls out her phone and hands it over to (Y/N). I see him put in his phone number and then hand it back to her.

I can't help but glare at him. In just one day, he is able to get Taeko's number with ease, while I've been trying since I met her.

I see her walk to her house, and they both wave to each other. I can't help but roll my eyes at their interaction.

What does (Y/N) have that I don't? What does Taeko see in him?

After Taeko closes the door to her house, I see (Y/N) make his way to his house.

I could easily kill him right now and dump his body in a ditch. The street is empty, and nobody is watching. My hand twitches at the thought of killing (Y/N). My body is itching to kill him.

To see his life drain from his eyes, as he gasps and begs for my mercy while he claws at my arms. Imagining his blood drip down from his wound to the floor. Feeling his body go limp in my arms before I harshly drop him on the pavement. Leaving him to rot in an alley.

The thought is a nice one.

But I know that it isn't the best time to kill anyone right now, or else it'll draw more attention to the school, and that can't happen.

First, I should text Info. Maybe she knows what is happening between the two?

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I make it back home and make myself comfortable. I lay on my bed and start to text Info.

Do you know anything about Taeko and (Y/N)?

I do.

I gained some new information today.

Say it.

Just make sure to control yourself.

I'll try.

Taeko has a crush on (Y/N) and is planning to confess soon

I close the app and think about what Info told me.

Taeko has a crush on (Y/N)?

That doesn't even make sense. I've never seen her talk to him until today. How could she develop romantic feelings for him?

I have to control myself, but I don't think I'll be able to do so.

I'll have to watch over her from now on, and I'll have to start planning on how I'll get rid of (Y/N) before she confesses to him.

[reiyo0chu]

THE PINK KNIFE

creator's recent nightmare.

plot:

(this might be a little confusing)

TW!

major amounts of blood, knives

This is not suitable for people who get scared easily and/or have scopophobia.

10:07 pm

I was looking after my siblings, my dad was on his phone, and my mom was cooking. Suddenly, the tv silenced for one moment, though it was still normally playing those bright childish videos. I heard babbling that sounded like the middle brother (we are 3 siblings in my family, I am the oldest). A couple seconds later, it got slightly louder. My mom went to the door and saw a humanoid child in all black with luminous little white eyes. I put away my phone for a second and looked at the screen door. I saw it too, I immediately alerted everyone to go to the bedroom. My parents were demanding the reason and evidence and I showed them a news article that explained everything.

" If you hear a voice that sounds like you,

keep calm and hide somewhere safe. "

They needed me to elaborate.

" There were reports from families that

they saw black humanoid entities that

like any of the family members' appearance

when they are against the light. They

have luminous white eyes and clearly seen

in dark places. "

Ex:

I convinced my family for the second time. "Please, let's just go."

We went to the bedroom, the babbling got louder. 5 mins later I heard the screen door make a sound. He's inside, keep quiet. Then I heard the kitchen items clitter and clank.

Then someone was knocking at the door. My innocent siblings were making too much noise. The entity forced the door to open.

There it was. He was holding a knife. As soon I was about to be stabbed, I punched the humanoid child, grabbed the knife and stabbed him several times.

The entity became unconscious, then vanished in thin air. My parents thanked me, but I felt stupid. Why tf would I choose to hide ourselves in the bedroom. That was so fucking dumb of me.

We all went out of the room, and my mom hurried to check on the dish. It was ready, we then had dinner and straight after, prepared to go to bed. But I was not only ready for bed, I was prepared for the worst.

The moment I turned off the lights in my room, I started to pray, desperately hoping that I, my family, and everyone will be safe. I closed my eyes, with my face covered with a blanket. I never knew that it will be the last day of my life.

3:16 am

I heard someone knocking at the door. I knew it, it was here. Although the house was secured, how did it manage to- common sense, the windows. But how did they open? I was totally confused. I went to the door and blocked it with my body.

BAD DECISION, BAD DECISION. I broke into tears. I looked at the window and there it was. The entity had hair like mine, and supposed she was wearing a mini dress, the outfit I was wearing last night.

My windows opened.

I was in tears, pleading, begging, and said my last words. My teeth were grinning. I was scared. She was holding that pink knife from the kitchen storage.

"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M JUST A NAIVE, WEAK LITTLE GIRL, PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME! *sniffle*

...

"I'm sorry, Mom, Dad, I know I was the cause of your stresses. I was too much in my world. I'm sorry, God, that I have sinned too much. I wish everyone won't forget me, if they make it alive. You, everyone, you won't see me again in person, but please make a place for me in your heart too. I love you so much that I will never forget you, even if I went to either heaven or hell. I'm sorry for what I did wrong to you all, but now it's goodbye. Thank you so much for being with me through the years. Once again, I love you all. Goodbye, friends, family, everyone. "

The lights turned on.

(THIS WAS JUST THE LIGHTING OK)

There my corpse laid, the pink knife penetrated the right side of my chest. My blood splashed and flowed until it was outside my bedroom door.

🩷🔪

(I cried while doing the ending)

[tahitiwoke]

five times kissed 🔪

ONE | SEPTEMBER.

they only really ever see each other in the dark. maybe that's part of the allure, at first, the quiet way she just seems to appear in his life and disappear without fuss or thought or question; he does much of the same thing with her. in and out, sticking to the shadows and the corners of their shared space if he can -- tonight is much of the same. but she'd called to say there was a creep hanging around and would you mind? are you free? as it happened, he'd been asleep (a rare early night) but he'd climbed out of bed anyway. he stayed on the phone with her as she described the guy and what he'd said, where he was sat in the diner, and it doesn't take long for him to arrive.

when he does, daphne gives him a wave and only looks twice when josephine comes barelling through the back diner door with a happy hi, baby! she kisses him, a hand on the back of his neck to pull him down and looks like she wants to flinch at the contact -- dragging him out by a hand, a look over her shoulder at a guy in a booth in the far corner. it's quick, short, unwanted but accepted as a liveable evil for the time being, the two of them satisfied when the guy breaks his leery stare.

( phil doesn't let her drag him out too quickly. he stands stock still for a long discerning moment, a mean and angry frown cutting into the sharp jut of his forehead, his jaw tensed, his demeanour as threatening as one can be in the neon of a run down diner. the guy sweats it for a solid few pregnant seconds before he breaks eye contact. )

TWO | DECEMBER.

what do you do? as a job. she's in one of those moods again. the kind where she pries and prods and gets curious about the things people in friendships like theirs should not be curious about. in the moment, she's sipping coffee and looking out at the busy city starting to wake up through the floor to ceiling windows; he has his tie around his neck, untied for the moment, and his own coffee in his hand, the other occupied with a phone. he's just finished talking to sharon about acquisitions coming up, some new tech influx from stark industries that tony wants to champion, and josephine had been listening in a way that phil thinks she thinks is subtle.

he finishes his coffee and comes to stand beside her; it's an easy lie, easier than most. " we buy companies, chop them up and sell them off to other bidders. " there's a pause; he looks over, down, at her. something happened the night before and he doesn't know what, hasn't asked about it, but she'd called upset and came and drank his wine and slept in his spare room without really saying more than a handful of words to him.

she makes a face, like it's so corporate she can hardly stand it and when he finishes his tie, she stops him with a hand on his shoulder. thank you. for letting me stay last night. carefully, hesitantly, she pushes up onto her tiptoes and kisses his cheek and phil leaves feeling odd.

THREE | MARCH.

he does not know why she is so sad but something has happened to upset her in a deep, encompassing way that you cannot shake someone out of; she knocks on his door, even though they both know his doorman called up to warn him. he lets her in. pours her a glass of wine before he realises a little too late that she's already drunk and when he tries to persuade her into a glass of water, she makes the most vicious face, a scathing comment about how he's being pathetic, about how she doesn't want to be babied. so she has the wine and then another glass.

he makes her dinner and when they finish, she says in a quiet, hateful little voice you shouldn't be so nice to me. something has happened. her brother, perhaps? a phonecall from the absent parents, mentioned in the midst of one of those prodding, prying conversations? a fight with a boyfriend, though he's certain she doesn't have one. maybe a fight with a friend. she'd mentioned a few in passing, daphne and patsy.

he starts to say something but before he can, she's leaned over, she's kissed him. it's not gentle. it's slightly off centre of his mouth where she's drunk enough that her balance is off and she grabs at his shirt, his shoulder, material fisted so tightly in her hand that the creases will be there until an iron can get them out. she pushes forward as he tries to lean back, away from her because he can feel the wet where she's started crying, tries to climb into his lap, but when she does -- it jostles her glass. red wine spatters across his chest.

it looks like a gunshot. she looks like the one holding a gun.

FOUR | MAY.

natasha stays for a couple of weeks between missions and when she leaves, it's last minute; the result being a lot of her things are scattered about the penthouse. a coat on the rack. a couple pairs of heels tucked into a space that he will move them from eventually but hasn't got around to it just yet. some nail polish in the bathroom.

josephine sits on the couch in his harvard sweater (it had rained on the walk downtown she will tell him later and she'd gone snooping for something wear) and rolls a bottle of that same red polish around in her palms. are you married she asks before he's even taken off his coat. the bottle held between them like a knife, like it's evidence.

phil shakes his head, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. " i'm not married. i have a friend who stays here now and then. just like you. " oh. he hears her say behind him. just like me? he doesn't know what she wants to hear when she says that and so he doesn't say anything at all, choosing instead to stride into his kitchen without indulging in whatever argument she's envisioning. (natasha is not like her and he isn't interested in parsing out their differences. he doesn't want to tell her about the complicated life him and her have created for themselves, about the way he likes josephine in his space and the way she has softened some of his more destructive habits; he doesn't want to tell her that he really wouldn't mind if she stayed longer than the night, that he likes her company in a way that is so vastly different from the intensity of natasha's company.)

they don't really talk much the rest of the night, not until she gets up to leave and kisses his cheek, taking his sweater with her. he gets it back the next time she turns up and it smells like cigarette smoke.

FIVE | AUGUST.

at the diner, he orders eggs and coffee and she sits across from him in her uniform; he asks about her morning and she tells him, and she asks about his and he tells her that it started at six and it's been none stop since. she makes fun off, cackles when he shoots something withering back. it's nice. it's easy, easier than it has been in a while and she seems happier, brighter than he's seen her in a very long time. i met someone she says with a smile. he returns it with a wide smile of his own and they talk for a little about this new mystery man who's name she says i'm keeping for myself right now. but. i wanted you to know.

he hasn't finished his coffee when maria calls to tell him they've got steve rogers and they're about to transport him to the helicarrier, that phil is needed as a liason. do what you do best, coulson, handle the asset.

when he gets up to leave, he kisses her cheek, " i'm glad you're happy, josephine. if you're free tomorrow night, we should have dinner. i want to hear all about him. "

he's dead before that happens. but it's a nice thought anyway.

[briarrosescurse]

So uh...yume,is there a limit? Idk if there's a limit if there's a limit just answer the one's u want🥺but um for Jess and draco mayhaps?🌠 🔥 ☁️ ☄️ ❤️ 🔫 🔪 🙈 🙉

HIHI CHOCO there is no limit, so dont worry HEHEH thank u for asking abt draco and jess 🥺

🌠 SHOOTING STAR - if they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make?

i think jess would appreciate a chance to start anew, maybe. of course, it'd be easier to wish for what she wanted directly, but it wouldn't feel rewarding at all. it's not like the goal, the competition itself, is what she wants, but moreso the journey. so a chance to decide differently, perhaps with more... forgiving circumstances, that's what she would wish for.

there isn't really anything that draco actively desires above all. he's happy as he is, even if the entire situation around his family is a bit of a bother. so maybe, he'd just wish for whatever he feels like at the moment! although... as morbid as it sounds, he would find it funny to know what it's like to walk around like a dullahan. just for a day.

🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

while her demeanor usually suggests otherwise, jess is a bit of a self-destructive mess. or rather, she easily could fall into that pattern if she wouldn't have anyone to keep her in line - or rather, knock some sense into her. she tends to feel easily resentful of others if she gets disappointed by them. she isn't above holding grudges either. (her twin sister would know best what jess is like when she is at her nastiest, lowest point...) although while this may be rather unconscious, she has a hard time interpreting people's actions in any good faith and often feels like they're hiding an ulterior motive; mainly for their own personal benefit. thus, jess is quite guarded around people. she herself became rather difficult to read and a bit secretive even. a bit edging on "me vs the world", isn't it?

draco, on the other hand, is someone who lacks a lot of self-discipline. he easily gets bored and always lets himself get distracted by anything that captivates him for the moment. he likes being entertained, so any repetitive responsibilities just simply exhaust him. as a result, some would deem him to be rather irresponsible and even unreliable. not only that, but through this behavior, he tends to rip the rug under his own feet away and sabotage himself. furthermore, draco can be a bit judgmental of others - including himself. he isn't particularly on a great high horse or anything, but he tends to rather listen to his initial feeling he gets instead of thinking through things and trying to find an appropriate explanation.

☁️ CLOUD - a soft headcanon

it's not particularly obvious, but jess is actually quite the romantic and she adores anything romantic. though it's not like she feels cheesed by having the door held open for her or anything, she appreciates anything that really shows an innate, genuine love. a mutual understanding of one another, listening and hearing each other out, remembering the little things, etc.... she thinks these things are unique to every relationship, really, but that's what makes it so endearing. it doesn't really go to an extend where she idealizes everything, but a little dreaming never hurt anyone.

though draco doesn't mention them frequently, he actually has quite the handful of siblings. he is one of the older siblings and seems incredibly fond of his siblings. he isn't the typical big brother type, who keeps a careful watch, but rather, he is the fun sibling! he likes spending time with his younger siblings and entertaining them when he can. not to mention, they get incredibly excited whenever draco comes back home during the holidays and they finally get to spend time with their big brother again.

☄️ COMET - what do people assume about them? are they right?

because of her public persona, people assume jess to be a little sunshine, always cute and cheerful, entertaining and easily to be entertained, and all that. it does go to the extend where they think of her to be an airhead and simply just a pretty face made to be seen (and even, well... quite promiscuous). people who have been around her longer, say any fellow students, may note for her to be a lot more mellow and quiet as well as diligent on school grounds.

well, it's safe to say that's far from accurate. it's no wonder that people might think of her this way, considering she purposefully curates that image in the public eye to, well, sell better. while it is true that she can be entertaining to be around, she isn't really a sunshine nor is she airheaded. she doesn't heed any mind anymore to people who talk badly about her just because of her produced image. it's just how the industry works. though it does stay true that on school grounds, she is diligent and much more mellow in comparison to her event persona. despite all though, she isn't particularly easy to read, unless you start to be friends with her and spend more time with her.

as for draco, people assume him to be incredibly reckless and impulsive. they peg him to be a rather careless character, who does anything he wants in order to have some fun, disregarding the feelings of the people around him. fellow ignihyde students would argue though that draco isn't entirely heartless or cold.

it's not entirely untrue, to be honest. he is naturally very reckless and impulsive, trying to entertain himself at any turn he can. but it's not like he maliciously dismisses the feelings of others. he just tends to... act before he thinks. that doesn't mean he can't be malicious though... still, draco is really friendly! usually. i just think, considering how most ignihyde students seem to be rather reclusive in nature, that they feel a bit guarded against such a straightforward extrovert like draco.

❤️ RED HEART - their love language(s)?

jess: words of affirmation, acts of service

draco: physical touch, quality time

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

jess is far from someone who trusts anyone just like that. she needs her time to consider you as someone trustworthy, but once she feels like you're not someone who go behind her back, she seems to trust your opinion quite deeply. then, she wouldn't turn her back on you. she kind of has been backstabbed before, but not the typical image you get when talking about backstabbing. let's just say, the industry shows you what it's like to be on your own, thrown into a cage full of tigers. it is hard to find someone who wouldn't use you for their own gain. the chances of her not betraying you are never fully zero, in all honesty. (unless, well. you're her sister. they always has each other's backs and that won't change any time soon!)

draco is someone who isn't a blindly trusting fool yet he isn't unnecessarily guarded either. he just knows when to play his cards correctly, in a sense. don't be hostile but don't be a fool either! he is actually very able to maintain a good balance. though of course, he isn't immune to being betrayed either, so when/if it ever occurs, he would know better to ever put his faith into that person again. it's not like he would particularly blame himself either. sometimes, people are just incredibly deceitful. he isn't someone who would let that get to him. other than that, he really doesn't feel fond of the idea of betraying anyone else either; it just feels quite far from being a good sport.

🔪 KNIFE - how do they react to injury / misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? do they put themselves at blame?

a gut feeling tells me that jess would be particularly receptible to blaming herself if she was ever at fault for misfortune befalling someone she cares for. i think she'd do anything she can to fix it, but it would be incredibly difficult to convince her that she isn't to blame. even if it's just a simple injury, jess still gets quite fussy and tries to make sure they're doing okay before she can let them off the hook. (really, blame tess for always being so awfully reckless throughout the years)

although, draco on the other hand tends to sometimes realize the severity of potentially fatal injuries. it stems from the fact that his own species is one that heals rather quick, without much trouble. he doesn't really blame himself either, because he finds it too stupid to dwell on who's to blame and who isn't. it's more important to make sure everyone involved is fine, no? basically, he hardly gets really shaken up by it, but sometimes, you'd just wish he'd have a biiiit more concern.

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

jess does put in quite the effort to conceal anything that shows her being too vulnerable. she just finds it... way too uncomfortable. still, there are times where she struggles to keep her head cool, ends up being much too on-the-nose with her emotions and honestly, even afterwards the situation will remain in her mind and she feels frustrated with herself for not getting it together. it bothers her. quite a bit. she does want to keep up a proper image in front of the public but even in front of her friends and loved ones, she just cannot deal with the idea of losing face.

draco actually... doesn't have anything grand to hide? or rather, he has nothing to hide that he feels like would ruin things or that make him feel ashamed. the only thing he would prefer to just dismiss/ignore/not show (you name it) is his relation to his family and their involvement with jupiter enterprises. he just simply finds the expectations other people develop for him that come along with it to be a bother. not to mention, he just cannot stand all the stinky, stuck-up stuff with those people. but it's nothing particularly tragic beyond that. it's just not his vibe.

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

jess: for her efforts to be dismissed and to be told that it's all in vain. she puts a lot of heart into the things she does, especially the things revolving around her passion. for that to be not acknowledged for whatever reason, i think that's the worst thing you could potentially tell her. at least it would guarantee that she wouldn't respect you.

draco: i think he'd hate it if someone were to sort of... constantly try to provoke him? he doesn't have anything specific he'd hate to hear, but he simply just doesn't enjoy it if he gets ridiculed too much. he is a good sport, he can take a few jokes here and there, but he absolutely draws the line if someone tries to make a joke out of him. you really don't wanna try that with him.

[myahs-delulu-palace]

Yandere!Goshiki x Fem!Reader OneShot!!

💜🏐🔪

There's hardly any Goshiki Stories or OneShots on websites/ apps like these and since it's my babies birthday {well it's the next day but still-}

I thought I'd could write one, A Yandere one at that because I don't see many of those either so Enjoy!

{My first Yandere OneShot /First OneShot in General}

~Cover Art and Art For the Chapter isn't mine~

Goshiki’s Lovely Birthday Present

Goshiki’s POV:

It's finally August 22nd, My Birthday... I didn't want anything else but to be with my sweet sweet [Name], I love her so much everyday at practice she would compliment and praise me for the good job I did, I was hooked from the start, I was to nervous to confess to her so I would follow her around school, Take Pictures, and Leave Gifts and Letters...but now today... I'm gonna tell her how I feel...

[Name’s POV]:

I was walking to My Dorm Room After school when I heard my name, "[Name]!" I heard the persons yell, I turned around to see Goshiki Running towards me.

3rd Person POV:

"Hey Goshiki! Happy Birthday! Do you need anything?" [Name] says "T-Thank you and um...a-actually I wanted to tell you s-something..." "Oh what is it?" She looked at him curiously she wanted to know what was so important to where Goshiki had come all this way for not to mention he's kinda Red in the face "I-I like you..." Goshiki says "I've liked you for awhile now ever since you've said I did a great job at Volleyball Practice once" [Name] Looked at him with shock 'So he's the one who's been giving me those Gifts and Letters I'm guessing' She says in her head

It stays quiet for a minute and then [Name] says something that Goshiki wasn't gonna like "I-I'm Sorry Goshiki...I-I like someone else...." Once he heard those words his heart shattered, "W-What..." was all he could say, it's his special day and the love of his life just rejected him!? Not fair! "I know what your thinking 'It's My Birthday and I got Rejected!?' I know you don't wanna hear that but I have to tell the truth... I like Shirabu..." Shirabu... Damn Shirabu...? Goshiki eyes twitched at the name, out of everyone you could've liked it's fucking Shirabu... that's it

Goshiki Snapped, He didn't want to do this to his love but the love of his life rejected him... on HIS day! He's been working up the courage to tell you he loves you and this so what he gets... on his Birthday... Not Fair at all! Goshiki quickly Grabs [Name] "GOSHIKI WHAT ARE YO-" Before she can say anything, Goshiki Puts a Cloth over her mouth and nose, [Name] tried fighting him off but ended up losing which led to her passing out

~Three Hours Later~

[Name’s POV]:

I open my eyes and see I'm in a unfamiliar place, I try getting up but I can't, I look down to see... 'I-I'M TIED UP!?' I thought, I start panicking and trying to remember what had happened and it clicked... Goshiki... Goshiki seemed to snap after I rejected him, Knocked Me out and place me in some random room then I heard a sound of a door opening, I looked to see who it was... it was Goshiki.

3rd Person POV:

"Ah your awake Love~" He says "My Beautiful Birthday Present~" 'B-Birthday Present?' She Thought "G-Goshiki let me go!" "No can do love, you're my birthday present and I have you where I want you" He says smiling very creepily "Goshiki I know I rejected you especially on your birthday I'm sorry! But I already told you I like shirabu, please let me go! And please stop calling me Birthday Present I am a person you know!" She yells, Goshiki's Creepy smile turns into a frown "But you are my birthday Present... and I don't wanna share my birthday present with him it's MY birthday not his, he doesn't deserve you! Nobody deserves you but me! and until you understand that you'll stay hear and you won't be able to see anyone but me which is alright all you need it me Right, love~?"

{A/n}: hope you enjoyed this story! It will be up on my Tumblr and Wattpad which is the same name as on here “myahs-delulu-palace”

[delusional-mishaps]

General headcanons for the boys? Like what are they like in general?-😗🔪 anon

under the cut :)

sorry this took me so long my brain is empty and ive never wrote my hcs down before so i had to try to remember them 💀

also dont mind the spelling errors you may find i wrote most of these half awake

Arbiter (Undertale Sans):

he really likes outdated memes. the older they are, the funnier.

he doesn't really remember resets, he depends mostly on Frisk to either fill him in on why they did it, or cues that they have already been in this situation before. he's aware that something isn't right and that deja vu shouldn't be lasting for this long...

he also gets dreams that are basically memories of past resets. good or bad memories, they always leave him feeling awful. it's either a timeline he could have had, or a timeline where he lost everything

gaster is their father because i love dadster but the reason i'm mentioning this is because he sort of forced arbiter to learn about astrophysics so he could have someone he could rely on no matter what. when no one else would believe in his skills to get them to the surface, he knew his own son wouldn't turn on him

so, yes, that implies the machine in the basement lab was supposed to get then to the surface. after gaster fell into the core (with arbiter watching), arbiter took over. he learned everything he knew from gaster, but he didnt learn everything so it wasn't enough knowledge to continue past a certain point.

he befriended grillby because grillby and gaster used to be friends and gaster would take arbiter to the bar for breaks between working on the machine. grillby later became a reminder of gaster, and it comforted him slightly

when he and champ were children, gaster was often too busy being the royal scientist so he raised champ basically on his own. it made him realise how hard it is to raise a kid and he would never want to do it again.

he's perfectly fine without his own children, but he'd be more than happy to be the cool uncle to both frisk and, if champ ever wanted children, them too

him and toriel are besties 😫😫 entirely platonic because i said so 😐 admittedly, he did used to have a crush on her while the two traded jokes through the door but when he learned she was the queen and was much older than him, the crush sort of died

he prefers baths over showers because one time he fell asleep in the shower and fell over and knocked down every single bottle. he's scared he'll fall again so at least if he falls asleep in the bath, all he has to worry about is waking up in cold water

Champion (Undertale Papyrus):

he takes his job as monster mascot super seriously, and he's become quite famous!

he wants to see the best in everyone, he wants to believe everyone is capable of kindness

he's not as naïve as he appears, he knows so much more than he lets on

he really likes those street performers, specifically the magicians. it's so cool to watch humans doing card tricks! he wants to learn

REMEMBER HOW HE LITERALLY FLIES OVER YOUR HEAD AFTER HIS FIGHT IN THE GAME? it's gravity magic, but he actually does it a lot its SO FUNNY

he'll just start floating over someone if they're in his way but he doesn't want to bother them I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

controversial take but he can also shortcut 🤨🤨 he just doesn't much because running builds his muscles even if he doesnt have any...

he is the funniest person you will ever meet, and most of it is unintentional too. he's just such a silly lil guy

we all know arbiter thinks he is the coolest, but champion thinks arbiter is the coolest. only the coolest monster alive could raise the great champion!

i used to have a headcanon that, when he got to the surface and the royal guard pretty much disbanded, he would pursue a job as a physiotherapist. i think this headcanon mostly started as a self indulgent "what if papyrus was my physiotherapist" for when i needed physio after i dislocated my knee for the second time, but i think it would honestly fit him! he'd get to help people heal, all while encouraging them to stay fit!

Phobos (Underfell Sans):

he doesn't like puns because he's not clever enough to make them. he can tell a mean knock knock joke, though

he's such a big car guy, he has little models of them and everything. his goal is to restore at least one old car in his life, he doesn't ever care what kind

he's really reclusive. not for any reason, he just prefers to be alone

YOU KNOW SUSIE FROM DELTARUNE? he laughs EXACTLY like her, head throw back, one hand over his eyes and the other on his stomach

he hates his brother's cat with a PASSION. she's always in his room and getting her fur all over everything

it isn't just doomfanger he doesn't like, either. he doesn't like most animals. they either need constant attention or they're messy, even worse if they're both.

while he doesn't like pets, he'll gladly keep plants. he's not exactly the best at caring for them, they often end up either over watered or forgotten, so his brother has to take care of them but he loves them <3

he names the plants.

i think its weird when people give him only one HP? like i know Arbiter only has one, but in Underfell they have dust on their hands. they have LV, and it raises your HP, at least if you go off what happens to Frisk when you kill a monster. he's still have really low HP, but it certainly wouldn't be 1. i think it'd at least be in double digits.

Deimos (Underfell Papyrus):

he's really soft on his brother considering the world they grew up in. phobos could have just left him on his own as a child, but he didn't. it's his own way to show his brother how grateful he is

i hate everyone who gave them an abusive relationship fuck you guys/th family comes first if you're not protecting your family in this world you are shunned. so no, he doesn't be mean to his brother to "keep up appearances", they are NICE TO EACH OTHER and they LOVE EACH OTHER even if it tough love. maybe that's all they know because of their violent world 😡😡

sorry it's three am and i am very passionate about that.

he's actually a big baby. and the only one who knows is his brother.

HONESTLY he's not as mean as people make him out to be. he's a really big nerd, he would totally love silly nerd things like Sci Fi movies and stuff

he really likes the Nightmare on Elm Street movies. he'll fight his brother (a notorious Friday the 13th fan) that Freddy is better than Jason

he's really strict and, in a world that's Kill or be Killed, he would still follow any laws still in place to a T. he is OVERWHELMED by the amount of laws he has to remember on the surface, but he would rather die than do something illegal.

he literally won't even jay walk like dude it's fine no one cares 💀

he's a very good cook because i'm a sucker for that sort of thing. he still originally "learned" how to cook from Undyne, but when he saw how horrible of a cook she was, he decided it'd be best if he learned on his own

doomfanger was literally picked up off the side of the road. deimos is a sucker for cute animals and he would probably bring in any stray he saw if his brother didn't stop him

Firefly (Underswap Sans):

while he does own a motorcycle, his main mode of transportation is a dad van. one of those minivans that have a tv in it and the doors have buttons to open and close them

he is very obviously the older brother

tacky tourist dad outfits

he's the dad friend.

he is the older brother and he likes puns and he has 1 HP and you can pry that hc outta my cold dead hands. actually no you cant cuz ill hold onto it in death 😋😋😋😋😋

he didn't join the royal guard because he wanted to, he did it because he felt like it would help protect his brother if anything were to happen. the only reason he isn't allowed to actually join the guard is because of his low HP

Meridian (Underswap Papyrus):

he started smoking as a way to calm his anxiety and grew dependent on it. he knows how much it bothers his brother so he is trying to stop the habit, switching to suckers instead.

he's really good at art but he gets embarrassed whenever someone wants to look at it cuz he thinks it's bad

he doesn't necessarily dislike puns, but he pretends to just so his brother will make more. it makes him really happy to see firefly enjoying his horrible humour

he's the judge in his AU but, unlike Arbiter, he doesn't have karma so he has to use more powerful attacks if Chara ever went on a geno run

Leo (Swapfell Sans):

as said here; they have the aesthetic/looks of fellswap red, although i think i like the outfit for fellswap gold sans more 😇😇

older brother

he's not as mean as he appears to be, it was mostly to keep up a scary reputation so less monsters would bother him and his brother

he has relaxed significantly while on the surface, putting up less of a "tough guy" act, now only one when needed

he hates human politics soooo much. they are all stupid and crooks. granted, his own queen is a tyrant which isn't much better, but at least she is honest with her crimes

if i wanted to make him the oldest out of everyone, i CAN 😡. he is 53 in human years and he is tired and he just wants a glass of wine please just let him have a single glass of wine

he's super busy all the time and he hates it 💀 he is still a sans, he still likes to be lazy

Cav (Swapfell Papyrus):

he has the biggest sweet tooth

he doesn't talk much, due to just being shy

his physical looks is similar to fellswap red papyrus.

he falls in love really easily and tends to get hurt more often than not due to his little puppy crushes

he likes to game, mostly cutesy farm simulators like stardew valley or other games like that, but he also really enjoys online games like COD or Overwatch :)

SPEAKING OF GAMES OH MY GOD he would love genshin impact and he would grind for primogens and somehow he would ALWAYS GET THE CHARACTER HE'S WISHING FOR.

Pisces (Horrortale Sans):

semi-nonverbal

his head injury makes it hard for him to get words out, and even then, his mind is pushing through so many thoughts that he'll lose track of what he was saying midway through.

he has taken to write down what he wants to say, that way if he forgets halfway through, he can just read what he already has written to try and jog his memory.

i'm pretty sure it's canon that he never ate humans?, but yeah he hasnt 😇😇

this isn't a hc about him, but i like to think that Frisk never willingly left them. in their timeline, monsters were targets of a lot of hate crimes so they RESET and did a neutral run. they didn't want the monsters to miss them, so they didn't bother befriending any of them, which led to Undyne taking over instead of Toriel. if they knew what happened after they left, they would have figured something else out. Pisces thought they just didn't like them anymore and wanted to leave them behind.

OKAY so you know how he is a part of the bad guys? WELL IT'S NOT BECAUSE HE IS A "BAD GUY", GRIMM JUST SAW POTENTIAL IN HIM AND GAVE HIM A WAY OUT OF THE FAMINE!!!!! he's mostly like a dad who can cook really well and acts more like your friend than your dad yunno?

he never hurt others because he wanted to, it was just because he wanted to survive </3

if you ignore him being in the bad guys, then the way they got onto the surface in their AU was because he was secretly hoarding the SOULS to the humans he killed and he broke the barrier himself. ugh he's so strong and cool look at him go

Aries (Horrortale Papyrus):

he HATES the braces he has to wear to straighten his teeth. they get in the way and he can't enjoy all the food he wants to.

HE HAS A DOG ON THE SURFACE!!! a really big fluffy great pyrenees. she's beautiful and he takes her to the groomers often to deal with the shedding :) her name is fluffy, named by Pisces

pisces didn't want him to know what they ate during the famine, but he isn't stupid. he's well aware he had consumed human flesh. he feels guilty for it, even guiltier that he had enjoyed it.

despite just being an older papyrus, due to what he has seen and been through, his personality had changed a bit. he has a much shorter temper with others, and he wouldn't allow his guard down around threats.

he makes his own clothes if/when he can because he prefers clothing that fits 🤨

Hop (Dancetale Sans):

he gets really embarrassed while dancing in front of other people. he gets embarrassed doing it alone in his room sometimes too 💀

he's more lethargic than any other sans (quite the feat) but that's mostly because he doesn't really dance all that much and it takes a toll on his body. monsters naturally dance so for him to repress all his urges it strains him physically and makes him more tired

he's good at beatboxing smh

he used to be really confident in himself but with his hope going down, and with him stopping dancing, he lost his confidence

he feels like he'll never be as good as a dancer as he once was which just adds to the reason why he wont dance anymore.

Boleos (Dancetale Papyrus):

LISTEN LISTEN HE IS SO COCKY

like you would not BELIEVE how cocky he is oh my GOD

its okay he had reason to because he is so epic 🙄

he's tried out hiphop once for his brother but he made a fool of himself. he'll claim that day never happened if anyone were to bring it up 💀

he loves reality TV, and i know it's cliche but he loves the dancing shows 🙄 dancing with the stars (he was on that show once), dance moms, any other dance show that i've never heard of...

he is a very famous dancer and he's probably weaselled his way into some broadway show just to flaunt his dancing

Callisto (Outertale Sans):

he is probably my shortest boy

very shy/easily flustered

shut up i just think he is cute and i can make him easily flustered if i want to

this is a popular hc but he floats when he's embarrassed and i love it <3

living in space gives him a boost on astrology. he can identify every single known constellation and he knows really bizarre space facts that most likely no one else would know

the lower gravity of the moon is really handy to him cuz he could jump up and take a nap wherever he wanted. just kick his legs up and fall asleep mid air

Pandora (Outertale Papyrus):

LISTEN HE'S SO FUNNY TO WATCH WALK AROUND he loves playing with the low gravity cuz he'll just start jumping around and it looks like he's basically flying because he also uses his gravity magic like champ ugh

sometimes he gets distracted by it and forgets what he was going to do 💀

sometimes he will float off the face of the planet ON PURPOSE and it always freaks everyone else out because "oh my god how does he keep doing this he is going to get lost in space one of these days"

yeah he's a trouble maker. yeah he thinks its funny to see others reactions. yes he feels bad if he pulls a particularity mean jape. love him <3

Crow (Birdtale Sans):

collects shiny things!!!!

when he gets anxious, he tends to pull feathers from his wings. it helps to ground him, but it also sometimes leaves him with bald spots when he has a panic attack

he loves going flying on the surface, being able to see the world he was locked under really makes him appreciate the beauty of the earth

he'll perch on a tree to nap all the time. despite him being a grown adult, it still makes others worry because they don't know where he is when he disappears for extended hours

Carrion (Birdtale Papyrus):

he also collects shiny things HABAIBD

he prides himself in his wings so he takes really good care of them

he and his brother both have SUPER good memories

he likes to sit high up in trees, especially in the morning to watch the sun rise

speaking of the sun rise, he always wakes up before it to watch it, he loves the pretty colours the sky can make

Aero (Killertale Sans):

shameless

he is a menace to society

he loves deez nuts jokes tell me otherwise (maybe i'm just projecting )

he is actually really mentally unstable. the liquid hatred coming from his sockets affects him badly, and he's prone to lashing out at random times

ik i already said he is shameless but i dont think you get it, he could literally do anything without being embarrassed about it. ANYTHING

so of course he is a masochist. he's also sadistic but he likes pain to be inflicted on him for some reason 🙄

he and vendetta are besties idc IDC

Vendetta (Dusttale Sans):

he doesn't like others to see his emotions because he's afraid they will use it against him. something makes him happy? he's afraid it'll be ripped from him. something makes him sad? someone may use that against him as a weak spot. he hides behind a mask of indifference towards everything

he doesn't trust easily. not after frisk; not after they've taken so many things from him over and over again until he went insane. he is very good at pretending he trusts someone though. you may think he trusts you when in reality he doesn't at all.

the papyrus he sees is only a figment of his imagination, a manifestation of what he's done to his brother, to everyone in his AU. it isn't nice and it often ridicules him. it goes away when he gets distracted, but when he's alone, the voice is louder than ever. it takes the form of Papyrus because he is the one he regrets having to kill the most

he is very sadistic and he doesn't fight fairly at all. if he knows he is losing, he'll try to distract his opponent to get a few easy hits in. against a weaker opponent, he takes glee in watching them struggle to not get hurt and, eventually, killed

he has one of the highest LVs in the multiverse

Vex (XTale Sans):

he gets really jealous of other AUs and how they all got their stories. he's jealous that he never got that, that his own AU died and left nothing but him (and Chara, technically, but they don't really count)

he still acts as if he is a royal guard, even if his AU is long gone and he no longer has to

he speaks like semi-formally??? like he would always say "you are" instead of "you're" and stuff like that idk

do i think it's funny that he wouldn't know how the internet works? yes. do i also think it's funny that he would use tiktok? absolutely. it is the only social media account he has, and no matter how hard anyone tries to find it, they can't. he has all of them blocked because he's actually kind of embarrassed about it, but he has a lot of followers. he makes sure his face isn't in any of the videos just in case 💀

he may be a part of the bad guys, but he is also really good friends with sunny. they like to go out and spend their afternoons in cafés like cute little old people do they're so silly. they like to tell each other embarrassing secrets the others have it's how sunny found out vendetta actually sings in the shower

Delusion (Error):

uses he/they pronouns!

he makes dolls of the people he is close to, or if he finds them interesting enough

they can tamper with the code of any AU, and if he really wanted to, he could fix any mistakes within the code. they never do, though, as their job is to destroy AUs, not fix them

speaking of, he does what he does because it is his job, he was created to destroy AUs. he mostly takes out aus that arent fully finished or abandoned by the creator

i headcanon him as aromantic asexual. he's more-so demiromantic, and he needs a REALLY good connection with someone to actually be interested

along with haphephobia, they also have a fear of germs. the two fears go hand in hand, bouncing off each other to create a whole mess of situations

that leads into this next headcanon; he used to have a cat but the hair everywhere really bothered both of his phobias so he ended up giving it to graphite to take care of

the cat, originally, was supposed to be a sort of "exposure therapy" to get over his haphephobia because he didn't want to crash just because someone touched him. it didn't work out.

he and fresh and siblings <3 why? because i said so.

Graphite (Ink):

he is a very physical person, always wanting to be touching someone

not held back by meagre things such as GENDER or PRONOUNS! he doesn't mind what pronouns others use, they just mostly use he/him.

he never really feels anything, not even with the paints that give him "emotions". they more so just tempt him to act a certain way, a subconscious message that he should do something that related to that emotion; like cry when "sad"

i like to think he can break the fourth wall in the sense that he is helping creators with their own Au and/or projects within the already existing Aus. it's also mentioned here that he "supports the artist to keep contributing to the fandom".

BOUNCING OFF THE DELUSION HEADCANON, he loves the cat del gave him. he forgot it used to belong to del and now he thinks it's a gift. he won't listen to del saying otherwise because he thinks he is lying 💀

the cat is named doomsday and it was named by del. graphite had to write the name on his scarf to remember it 💀

Grimm (Nightmare):

he hates the taste of apples

he likes to garden! and he is very good at it. when he gets too worked up, he'll water his large garden by hand to calm down

fuck you/lh bad guy found family trope. he took them under his wing and he lets them live with him and he is the FATHER BECAUSE I SAID SO

i like to think he's like venom in the way that the physical manifestation of negativity is venom, a parasite inhabiting grimm's body. they are two consciousnesses living in the same body. the negativity is sort of a protector to grimm, too. maybe out of fear of losing the host, or because it actually cares for grimm, who knows. that's a secret i'll never tell :)

he's really good at chess and no one has beaten him yet 🙄

he isn't keen on having an s/o, he'll vastly outlive them and he also just doesn't really care about dating too much

he still lives in the rubble that is his original AU. he constructed the castle he lives in within the AU.

he's shorter than sunny. short king <3

sometimes you could find him in the ballroom of his castle, music coming from an unknown source as he waltzes by himself

Sunny (Dream):

he has a very... sunny... disposition.. hehe.. HAHAH

by that i mean he is often very chipper, you'll probably never see him anything but happy, no matter how long you're friends with him

it's not that he doesn't feel other emotions, he just doesn't like others seeming him sad/angry/any other "negative" emotion. he's supposed to be the positive of the two brothers.

he's constantly moving, literally. when he's sitting, he'll bounce his leg or shake his foot to remind himself that he can move and he isn't still trapped in his stone prison

because of him being trapped in stone by his brother, he has slight claustrophobia, along with cleithrophobia.

he is very good at comforting others

he's... honestly a little afraid of Grimm. he knows he should have tried harder to stick up for his brother back when they were still children, and he still feels guilty and responsible for Grimm's corruption, but he's afraid of how powerful he has become; how Grimm could just kill all those people who wronged him