#yandere sarge

[yanderes-galore]

Howdy! Could I request a romanic Yandere Sarge from RvB concept with a GN medic Darling?

Oooo! Sure! I'd love go write for Sarge again :) Sorry it wasn't that long :(

Original Sarge Concept Here

Yandere! Sarge with Medic! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Delusional behavior, Violence, Jealousy, Manipulation, Mentioned kidnapping, Forced relationship.

I feel your situation is similar to Doc.

You originally meet Sarge and his team in Blood Gulch, being a Medic sent to check both teams for injuries.

Sarge is a bit upset that you aren't a soldier meant for one side and have to go to Blue team too, but he's delusional.

The moment Sarge sets eyes on you he probably thinks you were meant for Red team.

I've said before that Sarge is an aggressive and delusional yandere.

It can make him a dangerous yandere to others but not you.

Sarge tends to be Impulsive and doesn't think much about his actions during his obsession.

Grif and Simmons no doubt notice his obsession starting during the Blood Gulch Chronicles.

Hell, Donut probably tries to play matchmaker.

His obsession would be intense from the start but most of the attempted "relationship" happens later.

Sarge can be a handful to deal with due to his constant craving for violence.

You actually begin to loathe the idea of helping Red team.

If you came to Blood Gulch with Doc then you may try to swap teams or something with him.

Sarge tends to be easily jealous and that would only escalate if you were a medic.

He isn't the type to purposefully hurt himself to gain your attention...

He sacrifices Grif for that.

You see... if Grif is injured, then you can come over and see Sarge!

Plus it helps with his jealous feelings too.

Sarge tends to be delusional to the point he feels everyone likes you.

Regardless on how others actually feel about you, he thinks everyone is competition.

Which tends to result in you trying to heal a lot of injured.

Sarge acts strangely kind and lighthearted with you, though.

He tries to call you sweet names and flirts with you through violence against others.

He may try to kidnap you during Blood Gulch Chronicles but he may wait until around after the Chorus Trilogy.

Even when the Reds and Blues are friends he still feels everyone is competition.

You just want to keep everyone from not dying but Sarge gets way too trigger happy with his shotgun when others are around.

Sarge may also be physically affectionate as his obsession develops.

While he almost never takes off his armor he yearns for your warmth.

It's a bit hard to hug in such bulky armor, y'know?

He... also ponders kissing you in private at times.

His obsession remains very similar to his original concept.

He's aggressive, impulsive, and delusional.

Everyone around you is in danger when he's around.

Honestly, the reason no one has helped you is because they're terrified.

Grif doesn't want another shotgun blast to the face just to summon your presence.

Simmons is enabling Sarge, since he sees him as a father figure (?)

Donut just assumes this is how your love was "meant to be!"

Tucker wants nothing to do with this... he has enough issues with relationships.

Caboose is probably similar to Donut.

Washington and Carolina may try to help but I can't guarantee success.

That trigger finger Sarge has is such an issue....

Sarge has no issues with "restricting you to a safe space" kidnapping.

He's impulsive like that and wants to just keep you to himself.

Sarge would keep you in his own makeshift base (if they no longer have bases anymore) and ramble on and on about how much he loves you.

His rambling is always of delusions and long-winded rants of how you make him feel.

He's exhausting to deal with and listen to.

In his eyes, despite your purple armor, you're meant to be Red team.

Sarge has fallen completely in love with you.

While you once considered him an ally and maybe a friend... you ultimately just wished to do your job.

Now look where that got you...

Trapped in the arms of a rambling maniac hell bent on violence to secure your affections.

[dollycxre]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ you'll see my face, in every place, but you can't catch me now.

-> "Make a wish."

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!

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airi, she/her, minor, animal lvr, daydreamer, infp, multifandom writer, omniromantic bisexual, half-dead, half fairy, child of hades, always open to moots :3

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(a/n: im a minor so don't be freaky)

ps. fic ideas are appreciated, especially for fandoms that aren't pjo! (and you can just send me random thoughts about characters as well, I love that sorta thing)

-> PERCY JACKSON (BOOK SERIES)

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yandere PJO! Hades x demigod! darling - general hcs

yandere! Hestia x fem! mortal! Reader - ♡ general hcs

yandere PJO! Percy Jackson x demigod! darling X yandere HOO! Jason Grace - general hcs

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a/n: I don't support the incest part of this game so nothing for that!!

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!! IMPORTANT A/N: The fandoms listed below are the ones I won't write for very often or when I do, it'll probably not be reqs or asks ♥ !!

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A/N: The requests for Hoyoverse games are currently closed <;3

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!PLEASE ASK IF THERE'S A PARTICULAR FANDOM YOU WANT ME TO WRITE FOR THAT ISN'T MENTIONED HERE!!

[circuscarnage]

I don’t have an excuse for this. I’ve just been drawing some Nathaniel and Sarge recently. At first it was just to see how they would interact. Sarge would probably be the one to tell Nathaniel to smile more since he scowls 24/7. But then the idea of prince uniforms came into mind and here we are.

I’m just really interested in what kind of relationship they would have. Because even though they are pretty much polar opposites, they both have the same goal in mind, and would probably use the same means to attain it. One of them is a prince but adverts people away with his sour attitude, but the other entices people in with a royal aura. Idk maybe I have sarge all wrong but that is the vibe I’m getting from him.

Sarge belonging to the lovely @prometheanglory

[prometheanglory]

Hello, I actually have a question regarding the yandere ask with Sarge and Noelle; considering how Noelle's fanily treats her, is Sarge the kind of yandere who would kill the family of his darling if he found out they were being treated unkindly at home? Thank you for answering my query, I was just curious after reading that ask!

sarge is technically a pacifist! as a yandere, it still remains true!

sarge is more the type to find a way to blackmail the family, starting off with individuals then to the family as a whole — all up until they’re more than compliant to work with him to save themselves. if the blackmail itself isn’t enough, he’s more than willing to figure out a way to intervene from a distance as to ‘strangle’ the halliday family until they comply with his demands, be it through economic means or more.

he’s a man of startling wits! that’s what makes him seem so inhuman!

[roses-ruby]

sinner;

Jungkook x Female Reader

Genre: Cop AU, An onslaught of Angst, Thriller, Mature

Warnings: Obsessive/Possessive behavior, Toxic relationships, Yandere, Stalking, Emotional and Physical abuse, MiSoGYny, Violence, Bad parents, Bad cops, Kidnapping

Word Count: 11,000

Summary: No matter where you run, the past will find you.

The dark clouds approached along the light blue fabric of the sky.

You watched them from your car window, dreading the downpour you’d have to drive home through tonight. With a sigh, you open the door and step out of your 2012 Hyundai Accent, planting your soles firmly onto the cemented parking lot. Your rustic car shakes with the loss of weight and the door creaks at the hinges once you slam it shut.

Somehow the old you had managed to entertain yourself with the thought that receiving a promotion would ultimately be able to afford you a better car, but no – you were stuck with the same failing engine, same worn out tires, same chipped paint aside the right headlight and occasional oil leaks.

Old you was a fool, you think, placing your hands in your coat pocket and walking towards the station in a swift, rigid pace. The air was chilly, and the strong breeze hit your face in unpleasant streaks. You kept your head down, arms clinging to the sides of your body to warm you up. There were barely any people outside the station, just a couple of men in blue quickly ensuring victims or witnesses. Years on the force had given you the eye to spot the differences between your average citizen and a perp with ease.

Perps always had an emptiness in their gaze. A vacant spot that erased their crime from their own mind. Defense mechanism they call it. You weren’t a stranger to that emotion yourself.

With no time to waste, you rush up the steps. As you pull the door of the station open, your ears are immediately filled with chatter, paper clatter and ringing phones. More importantly your body is filled with warmth. Like it was memorized in your head, you sift through the desks and file cabinets with ease, trudging past several rushing bodies on your way to a hallway down the right. Reaching the end of the corridor, you see the four men you were expecting through the clear glass window in front of their room. They were laughing at something one of them had said, a laughter that came to a full stop the moment you burst into the chief’s office.

All eyes were on you.

“There you are, detective! Right on time.” The chief, a charismatically aged character, calls out your last name as he leans back in his creaky leather chair.

“Not like she has anything better to do…” Hyun, the Sergeant’s younger partner, remarks underneath his breath.

“It’s my day off chief…this better be good.”

“Why? Did you have a date?” You catch Hyun’s sarcastic eyes before he bursts into a fit of laughter at your unamused face.

“Like you ever get laid.” Jimin scoffs at him with a raised eyebrow from the opposite side of the room.

“Motherfucker I got laid last night!” Hyun shouts like that was the funniest thing he’s said while Jimin holds back his growing smile.

“Yeah? Your asshole still hurt?” Sarge slams Hyun in the back as they all break out into mutual cackles. Hyun fights back by pushing his older partner into a cabinet while making derogatory remarks.

You try not to scowl at the suffocating testosterone in the air as you watch the boys play around.

“All right, all right, quiet down.”  The chief shouts, rubbing his forehead wrinkles with his fingers and looking back at you like he suddenly remembered you exist. “___- uh…we got a little situation for you.”

He reaches to the left of his desk and picks up a file before throwing it up ahead on the table. There was a sudden coating of thick silence around the room as your eyes roam from the detectives scrutinizing you, back to the thick manilla folder thrown out in front of you. You carefully walk up to where the file laid, picking it up and examining the name on the small name card clipped at the top left.

“Jeon Jungkook?”

You question in surprise. Your orbs fly from the chief’s empty face to the white name card.

“How much do you know about Jeon?” The chief asks slowly. You recognize that tone of voice. That tone you’ve witnessed multiple times in interrogation with a suspect. The aura in the room felt strange.

You drop the file to your side so you can look the chief right in the eyes.

“What do you mean? I know that he’s the most accomplished assassin-for-hire to this date. I know that he has his dirty hands everywhere across the East. I know that he’s responsible for Asia’s most influential triad trade. I know that he’s taken down too many of our own and I know he should be jammed into a cage for the rest of his life, chief.”

The chief exhaled, some tension leaving his facial features as he leans further back in his chair and shuts his eyes. You studied the man in pity. Was this how you were bound to end up in a few years? Bald, stressed, only black coffee in your system, suspicious of everyone and everything with a failing marriage and kids who won’t speak to you?

Half of that was actually how you lived like right now.

“I’m sorry, ___. You know how many rumors there are of officers under Jeon’s thumb. Patrollers, lieutenants, even agents…they are all chummy with that bastard. I can’t help but be careful.”

“What do you mean? What does this have to do with me, chief?” You furrowed your eyebrows, still not understanding what was happening or why you were called in on your day off for an ‘urgent’ matter.

“We caught him.” Sarge interjects, “Tip came in this morning about a deal in the abandoned mill off the northwest. He surrendered as soon as we showed up, no casualties.”

You couldn’t stop your mouth from dropping. Did you hear that correctly? Jeon Jungkook, who had been on the world’s most wanted list for 6 years now just happened to be caught in your city, at the abandoned mill in the middle of the day? It was hard to believe but Sarge didn’t seem like he was joking.

“T-that’s great…w- is he in custody right now? Here?”

“He is. But we have a problem though…” You look back at the chief who was staring right at you. “He won’t talk.”

“I mean we expected that, right? He did the same thing in Hong Kong. Wha- is...is he pleading the fifth or-”

“That’s the thing, he surrendered but didn’t make any attempts to cooperate, he’s just been sitting stationary on his ass for 3 hours. The deputy had to phone it in as soon as he got here, so Kane’s bound to show up at any minute. They’ll take him away to some fucking facility and we’ll just have to stick out our tongues and wag our tails while the big boys do the real work. Damn! We couldn’t find jack shit when raiding the fucking mill!” The chief rambled, still massaging his forehead like he had a headache. “And that deadly weapon expert? All he had on him was an old handkerchief.”

He snorted but there was no amusement in his voice. But suddenly his vigor died down and his eyes stared off into the distance.

“…There’s only one thing he said the entire time he’s been in that interrogation room.”

“…What did he say?” You ask carefully, noticing the way everyone present was glaring holes into you.

“He said he’ll only speak to you.” The chief leans towards you, placing his elbows on his desk with his eyes slightly squinting and an unspoken question on his lips.

Suddenly the room turns cold and you feel like you were outside in that freezing chill once again. Your mind runs a mile a minute and your skin breaks out into goosebumps. It all makes sense just then. The threatening atmosphere, the stare downs, the discerning. They all had one question staining their mind. Why would the world’s most powerful hitman and black arms dealer want to talk to some random low-grade rookie detective?  

Hell, you didn’t know yourself.

“Me? Why would he want to speak to me?”

“He said he knows you.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from scoffing. That was ridiculous. If you met someone like Jeon Jungkook before, you would remember it…wouldn’t you?

“Chief, I’m telling you, I don’t know what he’s talking about.”

“Then how could he know your full name?” Hyun interrupts

You glare at him from your position in the middle of the room. “How am I supposed to know dumbass?”

He smirks, his disgusting gaze sharpening. “Maybe he just knows how to sniff out the cunts.”

“Watch your fucking mouth Hyun.” Jimin steps between you both in a flash. He was facing away from you, but you could tell he was pissed by how he clenched his fists. Hyun scoffs, the corner of his lips picking up.

“I sniff two.”

It all happens in the blink of an eye. Jimin tries to leap at him but you barely manage to hold your partner back by the shoulder. Smart mouth also gets up from where he was leaning before Sarge rushes up to the younger. They both glare at each other like they were ready to kill while you grimace looking at each of their loaded holsters. The fact that these men were allowed to open carry was the most terrifying part.

“Enough!” The chief shouts, standing from his desk, “Hyun learn how to shut your yap hole for once, and Park, I need you to back off. There’s already a lot of tension in this room cause of Jeon…let’s handle that motherfucker first, officers.”

He warns Jimin to which you hold him tighter, whispering at him to let it go. Eventually the blonde simmers down – they both do, and you watch the way the chief exhales defeatedly.

“___, is there any reason at all- anything you can think of- and really think now, all the way back to before you transferred here- as to why Jeon Jungkook would want to speak to you? Why he would say he knows you?”

“None, chief.” You state calmly. There was nothing to think about, you didn’t know him.

The man stares at you for a moment before nodding. “Alright then, officer. I’ll need you in that interrogation room immediately. Maybe you can find an answer to this whole mess of a situation.”

“What the hell chief?” Hyun immediately complains, “I brought him in! I should be the one questioning him! You can’t just do that to me-” He growls, stepping up to the boss’ desk.

“Shut it!” Sergeant smacks the back of his big head while you breathe through your nose to keep calm.

Hyun always made his dislike for you obvious. It was difficult to pinpoint the exact reason he hated you because there were one too many. You were a stickler for rules and tradition, a woman (more specifically a woman who has made more arrests than him), and not the type to try and fit in. He hated how you didn’t fall in line and mostly kept to yourself – private and introverted. Whatever, you didn’t give a fuck about what he thought of you. Although you were used to Hyun’s moronic nature, it was still rarely this chaotic and tense in your station. Everyone seemed to be at one another’s neck. The most thrill you all had was capturing a local drug dealer a few years back.

But then again, Jeon Jungkook was far from your average criminal.

“You were in there for 2 and a half fucking hours with the captain himself, Hyun. What did you get out of it?” Chief groans

“I-I just need a little more time, just a li-”

“Time we don’t have!” The older man yells at the top of his lungs. “I know you’re the one who cuffed him and I’m real happy for that 20 second thrill you got but you can’t just get your panties in a twist when things don’t go your way. ___ here is just as capable of an officer as you. If she can get him to talk and we can gain some info on him and his little gang before those FBI pigs show up – just think of what that could mean for the team…”

Hyun scowled at the elder for a minute before contemplating on what was just said. Pursing his lips, he took a step back with a face that screamed defeat. “Yes, chief.” He mumbles.

“Good. Now ___,” The attention was once again placed on you. “We don’t have much time. Get out there and find out what that son of a bitch is thinking.”

“Yes, chief.”

“But listen, this man knows your name meaning it’s safe to say he knows your identity. He’s smart and he’s dangerous. Don’t get caught in any of his traps. We’ll be listening from the other side of the wall so if you feel like something’s off, signal us at any time, alright?”

His order had all the men in the room frowning for different reasons. Jimin had on his usual concerned face and even Sarge seemed worried. The thought of any stranger knowing your identity terrified you. But these were the last people on earth you would tell that to. You paid their disturbed expressions no mind as you nodded in determination, pulling your posture straight and holding your head up high.  

“Yes, chief.”

_

You clench the file towards your chest.

There was an unsettling feeling you felt standing outside the door of interrogation room 4. Same one you had felt the first time you became a detective and were ordered to interrogate some big burly guy who had slashed his ex-girlfriend’s tires. Even though you thought you had left your past behind, here it was, surrounding you in an uncomfortable heat. This wasn’t just some petty thief who robbed a local convenience store or some middle-aged man who tried to choke his wife to death.

No. This was much, much bigger than that.

Jeon Jungkook, also known as JJK was a notorious hitman with several successful operations carried out around the world. In Washington, Libya, Hong Kong, Brazil and even Rome. He made the most wanted list when he was only 19 and was infamous for getting the job done. None of the men in his list survived…ever. Not only was he a perfectionist in his handiwork but also knew how to deal with the preparation.

A master of weapons; he could operate a H&K P7 in his sleep and take down 10 operatives with a single combat knife. His knowledge of artillery made him a big deal amongst the triads so setting up a little side business as a black arms dealer was a walk in the park for him. He was strong, fast, smart and feared. Not even the finest could catch him and at times months would go on by without a sighting.

Yet suddenly…he was just behind this door.

And who did he desperately want to see?

You.

By name.

Of all people.

Now you consider yourself a logical person. Someone guided by intellect before anything else. You did the math, worked on the equation, pondered on the systematics but nothing clicked. Nothing. There was absolutely no reason for someone like him to want to meet you but then again, the whole situation was the strangest fucking thing you’ve seen.

Surrendering at an abandoned mill in your jurisdiction would be the last place you’d think Jeon Jungkook would be captured. In your mind, his destiny was meant to end on a grander scale at the edge of the world. Some Hollywood theatrical-like bullshit where they would have him cornered on some rooftop with multiple choppers and snipers ready to take him down. This however – the threatening but anticlimactic atmosphere… it didn’t make any sense. Not for someone as careful and calculated as Jungkook.

For some reason, it just felt like he was waiting on something…something big to happen. A sensation of doom coursed throughout your body. Everything about today felt wrong. Like you and your colleagues were caught right in his talons.

By far, the most bizarre part about the situation was how he knew your name and you. You’ve always kept such a lowkey profile, it just didn’t make any sense.

“___?” The sound of your name startles you and you whip towards your side to see your partner dressed in his usual face of worry. “You alright?”

“…I’m good.” You choke out, trying to sound as lucid as possible.

It doesn’t seem to convince him however as he tilts his head and frowns at you.

“Listen, if you don’t want to talk to him, you don’t have to. Chief shouldn’t have pushed you into this bullshit – why do we even have to listen to what a criminal wants anyway? I-”

“Jimin, calm down. I’m fine.”

“Bu-”

“Your mollycoddling doesn’t help as much as you think it does, Park.”

Your words seem to have surprised him, his stubborn expression morphing into denial.

“That’s…I didn’t mean…”

You shut your tired eyes, feeling bad about the way you spoke to your only friend at the station. This is exactly why everyone thought you were way too rigid and unapproachable. Jimin however was too much of a nice guy, always going out of his way to make friendly with you. It always made you wonder – why would a well-liked, popular and talented guy such as Jimin want to hang around you or even ask the chief to be your partner? Maybe it was pity he felt for you.

That feeling was not something you desired. It left a nauseous impression down your throat. All you wanted was to do your job the best you could, go home, take your pills and sleep your days away. You didn’t want anyone’s kindness or company, you just wanted it to be over. Park Jimin’s sincerity was a hindrance.

“I’m sorry it’s just…I’m real tired of getting treated like this. I get it, I’m a woman and somehow that means I’m a less than, a cause for concern or just a fucking HR liability. I fucking get it without every single one of you reminding me every damn day.”

“You know that’s not what I meant, ___.” Jimin stares at you apologetically

“Then please, Jimin. Let me do my job.” You hold his stare until he eventually sighs, giving you a nod and retreating.

Once he walks away, you let out a shaky exhale, reaching towards the door handle with trembling fingers. Get it together, you whisper to yourself. After all the tough talk, the truth was you weren’t ready. You were scared shitless. Maybe Hyun was right about you.

Maybe your father was.

Drowning out every negative thought, you turn the door handle and push the door open.

_

You were immediately greeted by the usual silent man on the interrogation chair. His dark orbs were soundlessly watching the wall ahead of him. When you step into the room, he turns his head to look at you. Once he notices you, he instantly breaks out into a smirk. Clenching your file harder, you physically stop yourself from shivering.

You had seen him before, in blurry internet sightings and news coverages. But never up close and personal…and never smiling. It was like you entered a whole different world; the room you were pretty familiar with felt like a surreal fantasy. He was drop dead gorgeous. Lethal, you could say. His face was round, and features were sharp. A prominent nose, pink lips, sharp jaw and intense, smoldering eyes. Midnight black hair shyly covered his temple as he sat upright and confident in his chair.

He was dressed rather casually – a dark blue denim jacket that molded around his muscles and black top that covered his long neck. Tight fitted black pants that were ripped at the knees, displaying his thick, strong thighs and the heaviest leather boots you’ve ever seen. His hands were cuffed to the table so everyone can see them at all times. All he did was sit still but somehow commanded your whole attention. You gulped involuntarily at the sight before you.

You’ve never seen a man more comfortable in his own skin.

When he notices you ogling, he raises a brow in amusement. It alarms you, your eyes shooting to the large mirror on the other side of the wall. They were probably watching you…waiting for you to mess up.

Not wanting to throw them anymore bones, you clear your throat. Walking in and sitting down opposite to Jungkook. You don’t give him the time of day, pretend not to notice his bottomless orbs following your every move as you flip the file open a couple pages. As you continue to ignore him, you swear you could hear him tsk under his breath.

“So… Jeon Jungkook. Aged 23. Professional hitman. Side arms dealer. Wanted by the CIA, FSB, NSA and the Navy seals. Says here you’ve pissed off a lot of people, Jungkook.”

This was routine. The lighthearted police tone you always used. Very rarely would officers come off strongly when interrogating perps unless they were fucking morons. It was better if everyone just cooperated like this was an elementary school’s playground and none of the children got violent. Perps had to feel comfortable enough to spill it all. Being approachable, calm and levelheaded was normal for an efficient detective.

It was normal.

But it didn’t feel normal. You found yourself cringing at your voice, at the way you spoke. Your words felt so out of place and awkward. For some reason, you were hyper aware of everything you were doing. Maybe it was because you were under Jungkook’s extremely scrutinizing gaze or maybe because you knew Hyun was probably sounding out some sarcastic remarks about your abilities behind that mirror. Whatever it was, you didn’t feel good. Yet you continued on like everything was fine.

“You’ve been quite the busy boy, haven’t you?” You continue on, flipping through the file and swallowing the uneasiness.

“Like you wouldn’t believe, doll.”

His pet name for you stops you in your tracks. In the middle of turning a page that hung in midair. Slowly, you look up at him from beneath your lashes and he has on that same damn smirk. Stress-free posture and concentrated gaze. Looks like he was comfortable.

“…Really? Mind telling me about it?”

He continues to stare at you for a moment before letting out a humorous sigh. Jungkook leans forward, resting his elbows on the table and rolling his tongue in his cheek.

“What would you like to know?”

“Whatever you have for me.” You reply back, leaning in and using in the same low tone he used. Mirroring the suspect, playing the game. No matter how shaken you were, you knew how to do your job.

Another smirk appears on his face before he props back on his chair.

“Mhmm, I don’t know how much I can tell you doll. We all have secrets you see, we all got someone to fool. Like you right now.”

As his words settle in, you become confused. And by the way he chuckles, you know he can see it.

“That face you have on, that cute look of determination. Flipping through those pages like you’re learning something new about me. Something that I myself might not know. Like you didn’t already memorize it front to back, way before you came in here...those eyes that are desperately trying to win us over…like you have so much to prove still.”

You were thrown off. The way he unflinchingly delivered his speech in the most persuasive way. There was a certain way you had expected this to go in your mind, a certain power your brain gave you over him but now you realize all your thoughts were dust. In reality, you couldn’t comprehend what the fuck he was going on about which gave him the upper hand.

Thus, you looked into his eyes for an answer. Genuine eyes that shone as clear as day. It made you realize that he had nothing to hide. There was nothing he was trying to erase.

It left you speechless.

Your face must have been very obvious because next thing you knew, he was answering the question that lingered your thoughts.

“Your uncertainty gives you away. I guess it’d be present in anyone who’s constantly been made to feel inferior. All your life, you’ve had to go above and beyond to be considered half as good as your colleagues with dicks. No matter how much pain and humiliation you’ve endured, everyone expects more from you. It would drive anyone mad.” He moves in further, practically whispering at this point. “It could make anyone commit sinful acts.”

“…sinful?”

“My mother used to tell me about them,” He relaxes back in his chair, “…before she left that is. She was big on religion so she’d tell me all about these people who did bad deeds- sinner, she would call them. She’d go on and on about how they look and how they act. How they don’t have a place in this world amongst the good, non-sinners. We’d know exactly how to identify them, wouldn’t we doll?”

In the bright center of interrogation room 4, your pools were glued on the stranger that knew too much but let on too little. Jungkook was the one in cuffs, but you were the one who was starting to feel trapped.

“You don’t know me. We’re not the same.” You said out loud.

He turns silent for a moment, before grinning. “I think we’re more alike than you are aware of, detective.”

“Don’t fall for any of his traps.”

“W-” You swallow, “We’re not here to talk about me…”

You tried sounding as rational and self-assured as before, but your voice was barely above a murmur. And after you spoke, he smiled. His smile was way too innocent compared to who you knew he was.

“So, you want to know about me?” He chuckled “What do you want to know?

This was your chance, you thought, surprised at how easily he seemed to be ready to change the subject matter. You began flipping through the folder nonchalantly again, trying to get back on track.

“How about you start at the mill. Who were you meeting with so early in the day, Jungkook?”

Suddenly, his eyes darken and the look on his face becomes sinister, but that smile never falls. You couldn’t help but shift in your seat at his unexpected gaze.

“If you really want to know about everything that led up to this morning…then we’d have to look back quite a bit. Maybe back years ago…to a kid whose mother was never around and whose father beat the living shit out of him twice a day.”

He throws his head back and breaks out into a laugh at your unimpressed face. You were all ears but the last thing you wanted to do was spend an uncomfortable hour or two in here. The man creeped you out, so if he could just hurry up and get on with it, maybe you could go finish your nap and forget about today.

“Okay, okay, hah,” He sits back up straight, trying to conceal his laughter, “We don’t have to go that far back, but yeah this kid had it hard. But he was never one of those cucks. As he grew older, he couldn’t just sit there and take it. No…it wasn’t like that for him…he had to fight back, and he did fight for what he could, no matter what it took. He-”

_

“Open this fucking door you little freak!”

The door’s pounding shook the whole room. His anxiety was through the roof as he watched the weak wood quiver each time the monster banged against it. It could break at any moment now and he was afraid. He always, always acted tough. Always fought back the best he could. But the truth was that he was just a skinny teenaged brat.

He didn’t want to fight. He wasn’t built for it.

“Fuck off!” The kid tried to sound as menacing as possible, but it came out a pathetic whimper and only seemed to anger the man on the other side of the locked door even further.

It was hilarious really; the kid couldn’t help but leak tears. He hadn’t eaten in days, it was his 4th beating of the week – he felt lightheaded and his body was on fire. All he wanted in that moment as he clenched his fists over his ears inside the dark bathroom was for the door to stay strong. For anyone to help him.

But as the lock broke and the wood let out a heinous whine and he was hit with sudden light and a large shadow, he realized circumstances do not work in your favor when you stand there and do nothing. And the moment he understood that, was the moment his life was about to drastically change. More accurately, the very next week.

When you entered his life.

“So- Jeon Jungkook, age 16, failing high school student…written up 4 times, visited juvie twice. Now, tell me why you beat up that kid, Jeon?” You stood up straight, writing away mindlessly in your small notebook.

The kid did nothing but stare at you through his bruised eye and busted lip, while he sat on the edge of your desk. It wasn’t his first time dealing with the cops and something inside him always knew it wouldn’t be his last. When you didn’t hear his answer, you huffed, looking up at him from the pages between your fingers.

“Well? I don’t have all night you know. I could just lock you in.”

He smirked. It was easy to tell you were new, he noticed as soon as you walked in and were told to book him by the guy who arrested him. Your uniform had been pressed with great care, not one hair was out of place and your badge was polished and perfectly positioned. It felt like you just came out of one of those corny films about the ‘good’ cops; fighting crime for justice and truth. The kid was even younger than he was at that moment when he realized just how full of bullshit that trope was.

One glance around the room, at the other pigs in uniform and he knew you had just gotten the job. That your spirits hadn’t been crushed unlike these soulless bodies wandering the station’s premises.

That was the best quality about the kid, he had always been observant. A lot more than his peers or even the adults in his life. He could tell a great deal about you at one glance. You seemed jittery and nervous, trying to write as neatly as possible. It felt like you were trying to get someone’s attention – a high ranking older officer, who you kept observing from the corner of your eye. As the kid watched that man chortle with his equally dull colleagues, he thought there was a resemblance in you both, but that there also wasn’t.

“Then why don’t you?” The kid replied a bit too sarcastically, wanting this to be over with as quickly as possible so maybe he could get some sleep for the first time in 3 days. It would do him a lot of good actually, being away from that house for a little while. Subtly, he was pleading.

“Look kid,” You grimaced, “I know that guy you beat up, he’s a racist little shit. He probably did something to you, I’m sure or you wouldn’t carry so many self-defense wounds along your hands. There might be some way I could help you; I want to help you. But only if you tell me what really happened, alright?”

It was silent just then. He was silent.

“I want to help you.”

He was expecting you to reprimand him for his smart mouth and then lock him up. That’s what anyone who took one glance at his file did. It was filled with crap about him, shit that they peered their nose over because they were so much better than him. The kid never trusted adults; they never did anything for him. He was the child that everyone discriminated against to remind themselves how lucky they were. At least my child’s not like that, is what they all thought. No one cared about his side of the story. No one but…you.

Your answer was something that caught him off guard for the first time in years.

“Why do you want to help me? I’m a criminal.”

“Oh yeah, you got a record,” You reply casually, flipping through your notes, “I glanced over it, it’s all for stealing food.”

Suddenly you became quiet. Taking a step back, you begin to study him up and down from where he sat.

“Is… is your dad not feeding you?”

Your gaze shifted further into concern and he held his breath. He’s never seen those eyes before on anyone – never for him. Shit, his own mother never looked at him like that. Like she felt something for him. Not even when the bitch ran off with the neighbor and left him with that monster – young, weak and helpless.

Having someone worry about him made him feel strange, his whole body broke out into a quiver and his eyes watered. That kid could see himself in the reflection of your eyes that had widened dramatically at the change in his demeanor. And he tried to stop himself but for some reason, he wanted you to worry about him.

“Uh- I..wai- don’t cry-'' Flustered, you scrambled around, trying to find a tissue. You were new at the job and you weren’t used to people breaking apart yet. Everyone around you seemed so busy, hustling around the station like they didn’t see a teenage boy in the start of a mental breakdown…that or they didn’t care. Finally, you grab the handkerchief your mom had stuffed inside your uniform pocket and carefully hold it out for him.

But you drop it in a flash when you witness him get struck across the face the very next instant.

“YOU FUCKING TROUBLESOME BRAT!”

You flinched at the loud, unforgiving voice that resounded throughout the station. Everyone instantly went noiseless and it felt like the station just halted for the first time in years. All you could hear were the lingering ringing of phones.

“How many times have I warned you not to make trouble? You’re a disgrace!” The man spit into the kid’s face. He was tall, maybe 6’2, and muscular compared to the teenager but stood unevenly, favoring his left foot and walked with a limp. His face bore a scar on the cheek that was partially covered with a jungle of facial hair. His eyes seemed insane with anger and he reeked of hard liquor. You had to remind yourself that you had a taser in your holster.

Slowly, you looked back at the kid whose fringe covered his eyes. He hadn’t moved an inch since the man slapped his face. A large red handprint on his already wounded skin. It pulled at your heartstrings.

“S-sir?” You cleared your throat to which the crazy man turned his sneer towards you. But you couldn’t let that faze you. “You can’t just hit a child like that, I need you to back away.”

That was the best you could do at sounding confident, but your strength wavered as soon as the man took a step towards you.

“You trying to tell me how to raise my son, girlie?”

The scent of alcohol clouded your senses. You opened and closed your mouth like a fish. Your body started trembling, but you still tried to stand your ground until-

“Jeon!”

Another loud voice interrupts you. This time though, you recognized that voice. Your dad steps between you and the snarling man and you almost cry out of relief. You gape at both of the men in awe, staring one another down. The tension wraps around your throat and you worry for the kid behind all of this. If a brawl breaks out, he’s likely to get injured…

For a second you tried peeking back at your desk over your dad’s shoulder, until you hear sudden robust laughter in front of you.

What the fuck?

“You son of a bitch, how’ve you been?” Your father daps his hand with the terrifying man and your face morphs into confusion.

The demeanor and the whole damn atmosphere between the men changed, just like that. All the suffocating animosity had vanished in an instant as if it never existed, which left you dumbstruck and standstill.

“I’ve been good you dick. You’re a lieutenant now, I see. No wonder I haven’t seen you around the parlor much.” The guy cackles loudly, making you cringe at his rotten teeth and bad breath.

“Ahh~ You know, the old ball and chain.” Your father so kindly refers to your mother, “Heh, actually I’m a sober man now! My oldest just became an officer like her father a month ago.” He moves to your side to pat you on the shoulder. You freeze under his touch and your wide pupils flicker between him and Jeon who took a newfound interest in you.

In any other instance, you would have been ecstatic to have your father compliment you. But right now, your brain had a hard time processing everything and you kept glancing at the stoic kid.

“This one yours?” The man smirks, eyeing you up and down in a disturbing way. You almost tasered him then and there. “She’s a bit noisy, isn’t she?”

Your dad laughs louder than before while you clench your fist.

“Relax, she’s just a kid – a whole rookie. She doesn’t know how all this works yet.”

You try not to grimace at his words. Here you were hoping he would have believed in you a bit more if you received a perfect score on the academy’s exam.

As his laughter dies down, your dad looks off to the side, just behind the giant man and raises his eyebrow. “And I take it this one’s yours?”

Jeon sighs, ruffling his hair with his calloused fingers. “Sadly. The kid’s a lost cause, ___. They can’t all be like your pretty little daughter. Every damn day hurting someone, busting balls, messing with the other kids…stealing. Just…you know after his mother left…”

He becomes mute suddenly. Staring at the ground in great concentration like he just got too emotional. Funny, you saw that look in another man last week. A man who lied about not murdering his wife. You tsk under your breath and look back at the kid, almost jumping out of your skin when you catch him staring right at you from where he sat. No more vulnerability in his young eyes. They were once again making the same hardened expression you saw when he first walked in here. Something felt very off.

Your attention flies back to the taller men when you feel your father shift towards the older Jeon.

“I understand.” He states sympathetically, placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort. “Take him home…”

It took you a second to snap out of your mute state.

“But dad, he-”

“Let them go, ___. This man here,” He signals at the guy, “He used to be one of the greatest and most respected officers of his time. Spent his best years serving. It’s the least he deserves. It’s alright.”

“No that’s not- Dad!” You begin flipping through your notebook, trying to show your father your notes, “Look at the kid’s fingers and arms! His face! He looks malnourished and some of those wounds look old- and- and this man’s obviously drunk and agressi-”

“___!” Your father shouts in rage, effectively shutting you up. “This is a command from your direct superior! They’re leaving.”

“But-”

At that moment he menacingly leans in, close enough to breathe in your ear.

“Don’t embarrass me further, child.” He whispers with pure venom.

And just like that, all the fight in you leaves. Your shoulders slump and head falls to the floor. There were tiny needles poking you everywhere and your face felt hot – ashamed. His words ring inside your head like a mantra and you want to just run away and hide.

All you did was disappoint him.

Your dad apologizes for you and the next thing you hear is the man grabbing the kid by the arm and you couldn’t help but physically wince at how much pain he would be in at the moment. He staggers out of earshot and you do nothing but look at the ground. How could you possibly face the kid now? After you told him you’d help him.

Because of that you don’t notice anything. You don’t notice the fact that your handkerchief was no longer on the floor. Nor do you notice the kid’s eyes which stayed on you the whole time he was being dragged out of the building.

_

You sat there, speechless.

Jungkook tilted his head, softening his gaze at your shaken form.

“He looked at you the whole time after that. Only you…but you never noticed.”

You on the other hand couldn’t hear shit he was saying. All you could think about was that vague, really fucking vague memory you had of the moment he described. Your mind was everywhere, on your father, on his father, on that event that you ended up failing to recall somehow, at your conversation with the chief earlier.

“All he had on him was an old handkerchief.”

How does someone process this? How did you forget this? There were countless of cases you’ve dealt with before, so many unusual moments that you just began throwing them out of your head for your very own sanity. That was the truth, but would anyone believe you? Jeon Jungkook was from your old hometown. Jeon Jungkook was someone you almost booked before. Jeon Jungkook was not someone who could’ve been forgotten. You, no longer in control of your facial expression, glance over at the mirror in horror. Would the chief actually think you lied?

In the back of your mind, you knew the real reason you chose to leave all the memories of your past behind – suppress them down and drown them out. But that information wasn’t something you could reveal to anyone. Ever. The one thing you were told to do was not fall into his trap, yet here you are. Your mind was a mess, which meant there was no way you could have the advantage in this situation, and you were no longer fit to interrogate him. Desperate and anxious, you place your palm on your forehead like you were in deep thought. In reality, that was the signal. You wanted to escape this place.

Jungkook glares at the side of your face, getting angrier the more you ignore him. Today was supposed to be different, his one free day where he could finally get you to notice him. And there you sat, still not looking his way. Didn’t you know you didn’t need to worry about anyone else when he was right here?

“Doll.” He practically sneers but then simmers down and smiles when you finally turn back to him – all wide eyed.

“I wanted to thank you.” He continues, “Because that day changed me forever…”

You said nothing. Wondering why the men on the other side were taking so long. He took your silence as a chance to finish his story.

“I took my beating…took all of it and said nothing. Broke my rib and wrangled my neck but I said nothing. He was drunk, so I waited for him to tire himself out…waited till he passed out on that fucking couch. Then I strangled him…with that very piece of cloth you gave me.”

This has got to be some fucking nightmare.

“And it felt really good.” His voice slightly waivered, “To watch him turn red and struggle, to watch that bastard’s life leave his eyes while in return he saw me become his demise.” He stops rambling suddenly as if recalling where he was, “Within a span of 8 minutes…I became a criminal for killing the monster who tortured me every single day. I was a sinner. I hit rock bottom. And once you’re there, it takes a lot of blood, sweat and tears to climb back up to the top.”

As you heard him rant on, your mind started to drift off. For some reason, once you slowly start to remember that tethered kid, you felt something you haven’t felt for a while. Sympathy? Sadness? Or were you just reminiscing about who you were back then. The bright young woman who had a lot to offer the world. You shake your head, looking down at the table. That girl was dead, you chose to forget her and went along with whatever life threw at you.

Your father was right to criticize your soft heart and if he were alive today you were sure he wouldn’t be able to identify you. No longer were you that naïve child who stubbornly believed that there was good in this world – in its people. It didn’t matter to you the reasons why someone committed a crime – criminals were just labeled orange jumpsuits. Jungkook had met a completely different person back then, not you.

Then why did your chest ache this much?

“J…Jungkook…I…didn’t remember…”

“I know,” He states ensuringly, making you look back up at him, “You left your past behind, after all.”

Suddenly, all the color left your face. Your heart started beating faster and you broke out into a cold sweat. You faintly thought you heard a bang behind the mirror, but you didn’t care. For the first time since you got here, your whole attention was solely on Jungkook.

It made him so happy.

“W-what…”

“It hurt when you transferred, leaving a big hole in my already impoverished life. But I understood your reasons. How can someone stay after such an incident?”

He knows.

“H-H…How did you know…”

“Oh, I know everything about you, doll.” His sinister smirk reappeared as he relaxed back into his chair and you pursed your lips as you felt an oncoming panic attack.

He knows, he knows, he knows, he-

“I know your dad wanted a son. I know that it kills you inside to never get the respect you deserve no matter what you do and even the men who claim to respect you patronize you in subtly conditioned ways. I know what your favorite food is. I know how much you love whiskey. I know you’re wearing those red panties that I fucking love on you.” He takes a breath as you let out an involuntary gasp, “And I know it was an accident.”

The first tear fell down your cheek. Shock, anger, fear? None of it mattered anymore; it was useless to pretend. You knew he knew. It was over. He stared at you in pity, like seeing you cry made him hurt.

“How could he not want someone as beautiful as you, doll?” Jungkook whispers, as if he couldn’t believe it himself.

“I wanted…to be the best for him…I tried…” Your voice strains

“I know you did. I know. Which is why you had no choice…”

In an instant, it all comes crashing back.

-

You drove down the lane a bit too clumsily, as you took the long way home.

It was almost midnight and you were speeding past 80 on a two-way lane off a cliffside road, but you didn’t give a single fuck. Your smashed mind was preoccupied at the moment.

A whole year had gone by, but your dad still hadn’t given you an ounce of trust he had for the other officers. Your dad – the fucking police lieutenant. You told him – you warned him that the man was armed, but he still charged in blind, without back up. Almost got the rest of the family members killed by doing something so crazy and careless.

Then he blamed you for not following his lead when he came out.

The tears came out faster than you could wipe them. Growing up in that home was horror. Him being on the force somehow also made him a conservative, self-righteous douchebag. Berating you for the way you’d dress, the way you ate, the way you talked to the way you styled your hair. It made you sick.

You tried so desperately to win over your own father’s love and approval from such a young age and you had nothing to show for it. Deep down, you knew it was because he wanted a boy. A boy who could become a cop like him. And a part of you thought that maybe if you became a cop anyway – one as respected and admired as he was, then he would finally admit he was wrong. At the very least he could finally tell you how proud he was of you.

You went to such lengths to spend the year being the best damn officer your town had seen. 26 arrests, 1 successful drug raid, multiple successful testimonies and extensive gang knowledge. As a plus, you had become beloved in the community. That took the most effort – you had to look the prettiest even while overworking yourself with double shifts. Be traditional and confident but not an overbearing prude. And never let the ‘unnatural’ masculine traits your job gave you, overpower your ‘natural’ feminine ones. Sounds completely simple doesn’t it? Now everyone praised you right and left. It was record breaking; you were the shit.

Yet he still wouldn’t refer to you as detective.

It broke you apart. You were at the end of your wits. Out excelling every male peer in your force. But you had zero to show for it. Which means all your efforts were for nothing.

The pain in your chest got heavier by the minute which made you whimper. Tonight, you had drunk yourself silly but not enough to take away the ache. To help yourself along, you grabbed the half-empty bottle laying in the driver’s seat in a swift motion and popped it open. Your car entered the opposite lane without your knowledge.

You chugged down the last of the bitter liquor, smashing the bottle against the driver’s side window. The anger still remained as you wiped the remnants of alcohol away from your mouth. Your vision was hazy, and you felt so pathetic – dirty, disgusting, like you were rotting from the inside. All you ever wanted to do was earn your father’s acceptance, so much so that you lost sense of any individuality you had left in you.

For a second, everything was so still and quiet, that it felt like all would be okay. The night was dark but serene.

But that tranquility vanished the instant you witnessed two bright lights closing in on you.

It all happened too quickly. You immediately swerved to your right, a loud honking and the friction of tires blasting through your ears. Years of practice and one whole one of police chases makes your instincts faster than normal and you immediately apply the clutch as your foot floors the break and you grip the handle sturdy. Your car rotates haphazardly to the right, but you were able to come to a complete halt before your front engine crashed into a tree.

Yet it feels like you did just that as your body lunges forward and the sounds of a car smashing against shrubs pierces through your ears. You were thankful you had your seat-belt on so you didn’t go flying out the windshield, but all you could think about was the immense pressure against the front of your body. The whiplash left you in shock for a couple seconds.

“Fuck.” You breathe out in agony, bringing your arm up to your sprained shoulder.

As you gather yourself together, you finally remember your surroundings and your head whips to the opposite end of the road to where you finally spot the car you almost hit. In the disoriented dark, you really had to strain into the distance. The car hadn’t been as lucky as yours as it thrashed towards the cliff side of the road. Seemed like it was laid halfway out on the edge. A non-threatening, old compact SUV – most likely a family car. Possibly children present. You could hear them screaming.

Fuck.

You had to help them as quickly as you could. But the instant you tried stepping out, you saw the gleam of a bottle under the driver’s seat.

And just like that, your body fell limp. Because you were more sober now than you’ve ever been in any moment of your life, you barely remembered…you were drunk.

All of the pain in your body immediately changed into fear – your eyes became wide and your pores leaked sweat.

You were drinking.

If you get out to help them, they were bound to smell the alcohol. If they’re able to identify you…if the police are called-

Everything would end tonight. Your career would be over, your family’s name will be dragged through the mud publicly and your father-

Your father would never forgive you. He’d never speak to you again. You’d be disowned.

Don’t embarrass me further, child.

Don’t embarrass me further, c̴h̶i̵l̴d̶

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_

“NO!” You shout, covering your ears with your palm to drown out his scalding voice.

Jungkook finally stopped talking, watching you cave into yourself on the chair in front of him. He would’ve done something if his hands weren’t tied down to the table. You looked so fragile and pained, it reminded him of himself in those days. This was the very look you had on after your father whispered something to you all those years ago. As he thought, he was always right about you.

You both were the same.

“_-”

“Shut up!” You scream, clenching your eyes shut and trying to erase the image of the car from your mind. “Just shut the fuck up!”

“You had no choice, ___.” He continued, his voice softer than before, “You had to drive off.”

“No I…” You look back up at the man in front of you through hard blurry tears, trying not to choke on your words. “I didn’t mean it…I didn’t- I promise dad…I did- i-it was an accident…”

“___...I know. It was you father who broke your spirit. It was the world that crushed your soul. They drove you mad, doll. They made you a sinner.”

You say nothing as the tears continue to fall, getting lost inside his bottomless pools.

“You drove off and left the family there. But he didn’t.”

He?

“That kid you never noticed…the kid who would’ve done anything for you.”

His response further tethers you into confusion. You furrow your eyebrows, not understanding what he was trying to say.

“That kid who only looked at you. He was right behind you that night.”

You feel a shiver crawl up your spine.

_

The kid was only slightly older and less miserable that night.

He was involved with every bad name in that town, aka his late father’s acquaintances. They provided him a new shelter, transportation and a means to earn food, as long as he did their bidding. Crime was a lot more organized than he would have ever thought. It was a hard life, but he was learning to survive. Committing small acts here and there for big games. No longer was he some petty thief who stole in desperation, he was a kid with so much blood on his hands that he couldn’t even stand looking at them

There were nights where he would have these dreams about ruling over an empire, of being feared and respected and every time he took a life, those dreams seemed closer to his bloody grasp. Although he hated taking orders, he became obedient to the never-ending pain. There was nothing he wouldn’t do to move up the ladder, but it would be a while till he could see a light.

Throughout this struggling livelihood, he did have one small, precious source of sun in his life. You.

Anytime he could, he would come watch you. Sometimes just small glimpses to get him through the day. Watching you on a stake out, prance around town, or just lounge about in your room. It was the most dangerous thing he did since you were a cop. Every time he went to you, he risked everything, but he was extra careful. There were times where he almost got caught, like the time he was masturbating in your bushes as you walked around with a towel on – don’t look so disgusted, he was just a dumb kid – but thankfully you never did find him. On the contrary, you helped him build all the stealth he’d need for his future.

In some ways, he thought of you as the better half of him. A person whose existence was nothing but a cause for regret, yet you didn’t let that corrupt you, unlike him. You were better than him – righteous and kind. Deep down inside, you were who he wanted to be.

Now that he was free of that monster’s grasp, he would imagine walking up to you as a free kid man. Wondering if you would remember him. He didn’t know what he would say, if there was anything at all he could have told you. It was a yearning he didn’t understand, he was just too young and unsettled.

The kid was content with watching you from far away because he knew he wasn’t worthy of you. It still didn’t stop him from being utterly in love with the thought of you alone.

That night he saw you leave the station. He observed you outside the bar’s window getting wasted. There was a strange feeling he had that night as you left a drunk mess, stumbling towards your 2012 Hyundai Accent and rushing out of the parking lot. The kid would soon learn to always trust his instincts.

He was driving right behind you, making sure he kept his distance. You were one hell of an officer, no doubt. Nevertheless, you were too out of it that night to tell anyone was tailing you. It all happened too quickly. The clumsy driving, the crash, and the aftermath. His heart almost jumped out of his chest when he saw you skid, pressing his own break as hard as he could. But you were able to stop before you crashed into anything, much to his relief.

The kid was trying to think about what he could do. You weren’t too hurt, were you? Should he come out and help you? He didn’t even care about the other car, just observing you in the far distance. As he continued to think, he decided he would come out and see if there was any way he could help you.

And as soon as he clicked his door open, he watched you do something he never would have imagined.

He saw you drive off.

It took a minute to realize what just happened. And the kid had always been observant, so he knew exactly what you were thinking. For the first time that night, he looked over at the other car.

These people could destroy you. Everything you have worked so hard for. He knew exactly why you had to leave. But he couldn’t do something like that. The kid had to help you, just like you did for him at one point.

So, he did the only thing he knew how. He drove up to the edge where their car hanged halfway. There were people yelling from inside, he could hear children. The car began blaring their horn as soon as they saw him drive up.

He drove up really close, close enough that his bumper banged against theirs.

_

Your mind was a blank state.

“He pushed them off.” Jungkook finishes off calmly.

You let out the breath you were holding, your bottom lip quivering softly. “Is…is that why-”

“Yeah. That’s why when you came back a minute later…they were gone.”

They were gone. Everything was as clear as day. You remember driving off, rushing even harder than before as you cried your heart out. It was such a stupid and rash decision – so fucking stupid. Half a minute later, you stepped on the break once again. As your car came to a halt, all you could hear were your sobs and the immobile engine. Your body hurt, everything hurt so, so, so much.

Was it worth it? Is gaining your father’s love worth killing someone over? Slowly, you glanced at the rear view mirror. Looking at the girl with swollen eyes. She wasn’t someone you recognized. The promise to serve and protect rings in your ears. All you were in this moment, was a hypocrite. You didn’t deserve anyone’s praise if this was your reality, you didn’t deserve anyone’s pity.

It was really dark out, and you found the slightest comfort in the world’s shadow. You bit your bottom lip, trying to stop your tears. It didn’t work – it was useless. All worth nothing.

Which is why you screamed out on the top of your lungs, banged your fists against the wheel before turning your car back around.

No matter what happens…you had to save them.

And you tried to. Within a minute, you were back where you before. But once you got there, that one place you’d never forget – those shrubs, the cliff, that road – they were gone. You got out, looking around, hoping that the family survived. The cliff itself was too high and the night was too dark to see below. Pulling at the strands of your hair, screaming out ‘hello?’, you appeared mad.

Till this day you don’t know if it was your gut instinct or an entity bigger than you that gave you a sign, if not the newspaper a few days later, you just knew they were dead. You fell to your knees – a broken woman. Not having any idea of those dark eyes that cried along with you that damned night.

Not until now.

Jungkook was the one who killed them, but how much does that change, really? It was still you who drove off, still you who left them in his hands. You were so deep in thought that you didn’t hear the sound of the interrogation room’s door cranking open. The man opposite you kept his eyes unflinchingly on you, waiting for this all to come to an end.

The last thing you felt was something heavy against the back of your head before you fell unconscious.

“Shit- that was so hard you bastard, I told you to use the chloroform shit.” Jungkook shouts at the man holding the gun’s handle.

“I couldn’t fucking find it, I told you that at the house, kid. Besides, she’s a big girl, she’ll be fine.” The man puts the barrel back in his holster before ripping his badge off his belt and throwing it aside.

“Shut the fuck up and uncuff me, Jimin.”

The blonde sighs, grabbing his keys from his back pocket.

“Tells me to infiltrate a police department, forces me to befriend and stalk some random cop girl, makes me hang out with those pigs. Fucking prick.” Jimin murmurs under his breath as he paces over and unlocks the shackles on said prick.

Jungkook winces, grabbing his wrist and twisting it around to get some circulation going. Then he stretches his neck before standing up and dusting his pants. Fuck, this chair was uncomfortable. He points at some fresh blood staining the elder’s chin, prompting him to wipe it off.

“So, what’s the situation outside?”

“Me and Kane took care of all of them. We took our time with Hyun, like you wanted. Now Kane’s waiting in the van for us.”

“Good.” Jungkook nods, looks like everything went according to plan. He glances over at your limp form and walks up to where you sat insentient. With a huff, he got on his knees so he could see your face up close, like he’s always wanted to.  

“I can’t believe this day is here.”

Jimin looks between you both. “What are you gonna do with her?”

The younger cups your cheek. “You know I was ecstatic that night. I was…fuck, I never thought you could be with me. But that night, you proved that you were meant to be mine. And I waited so long for this moment. This moment where I could introduce myself to you as your equal. It’s why I was out on that mill this morning, detective. I wanted to meet you so much that it hurt.”

…That wasn’t an answer to his question but Jimin knew not to further bother his boss. There probably was a lot he had planned for you, but he wasn’t going to say it. No one ever really knew what this kid was thinking, anyway. He was a cryptic bastard.

Jungkook turns towards Jimin and extends his free hand out to him. Without being asked, Jimin reaches into his front pocket and pulls out the old handkerchief. His boss usually didn’t go this long without holding it. He places it into the younger’s hand without a word.

Turning back around, Jungkook places the cloth right underneath your shut eyes. He gently wipes away the tears leaking out.

“No one will ever hurt us again, doll.” Jungkook whispers before standing back up.

He places the handkerchief back in his own pocket and moves in to pick you up bridal style. Safely tucking you in his arms.

“Lead the way.” He orders Jimin who nods before opening the door of interrogation room 4.

___

This is absolute trash :))) I hope ya’ll enjoy tho. Lemme know what you thought, srsly because this fic stepped out of a certain comfort zone for me. I am absolutely open to part 2 if ya’ll want. if there is something you’re curious about, ask away.

[that-yandere-life]

Bucky Barnes for nsfw? Thank you. Love your content.

[Thank you so much for helping me celebrate! I hope that you enjoy, and that it was what you were looking for!]

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At first he probably won’t be aware of what aftercare is, even when he was a ladies man it was in a time where that wasn’t really considered as it should have been. However once you inform him of your needs he will tend to them happily!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Favorite part of his: His hair, it might not be traditionally considered a body part but after Hydra it’s the thing he likes most about himself. Especially the feeling of you caressing it tenderly, or pulling on it in the midst of passion. 

Favorite part of yours: Your fingers, it goes in tandem with his hair in a way because they are usually touching it in some way shape or form. Pulling, tangling, caressing his hair, or touching his scars carefully, he just wants to be in contact with you. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Inside of you most of the time, it would be his preferred place as most Yandere’s when posed this question. While he might not be ready for kids immediately, he does want to have some with you in the future. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Upon learning what Pegging is, he really wants to try it with you. Knowing that he trusts you more than anyone else in the world, so he is willing to give up a little control to you. Something he refuses to do in his daily life, after living so long under someone else’s control. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

While back in the day he had experience, and he can remember certain things from that time… He will not be experienced as much as you, as things have definitely changed in the 70+ years since then. Don’t worry though, he is a fast learner ;)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary for the most part, because he wants to be looking into your eyes as he tenderly fucks you, or plows you into the mattress depending on the occasion. Not to mention he wants you to have full access to his hair, as it drapes down over his pleasured expressions.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bucky deep down is a pretty lighthearted guy, a little sarcastic but in an endearing way. So while he will mostly keep it romantic or passionate, he isn’t above laughing or making a comment to make you laugh. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

While under Hydra’s rule he didn’t have any semblance of personal hygiene really, however now he likely will keep it trimmed to your standards. Whatever you prefer is how he will maintain it, wanting to make you happy most of all. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Incredibly romantic, as he never thought he would have someone like you in his life after all he went through. Personally thinking the life that he wanted so desperately as a boy was forever lost, until he met you. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

On missions when he can’t be with you, purposely saving nude photos or videos of you into his phone for such occasions. [Only after you showed him how to put a password on his device haha] He isn’t shy about it, as he might have been back in the day, especially after you assured him that it was perfectly natural. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Worship kink, he will worship every single ounce of you, and the ground you walk on. That’s honestly how much he truly loves you, and how obsessed he is with you. Kissing you from head to toe, only to start over at the beginning. Praising you, and telling you how lucky he is that he has you the entire time. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outside under the night sky and stars is his favorite, because it makes him feel like you are the only two existing in the universe at that moment. As long as he has you beside him, he is whole once again. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Whenever you call him Sarge or Sargent, he never thought that it would affect him in the way that it does. Or if you ever decide to dress how they did back in the day, your outfit wouldn’t be on long before it was lying on the floor of your shared bedroom.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Would never want to do anything to really harm you, and would never want to choke you with his metal arm. Even if you asked for it he would be incredibly uncomfortable, even if he is now in full control. Not wanting to use a murder weapon that could potentially be the end of you if he doesn’t know his strength properly. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Back in the day he never experienced either really as it was kind of taboo or not really thought about. However now he LOVES both giving and receiving! While at first he will be a bit sloppy and uneducated on what to do, he will read your expressions and noises accordingly to figure out what you enjoy most. When you first went down on him he was a little on edge at the thought, but once you got into it he thoroughly enjoyed it. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends, after a bad mission it’s going to be fast and rough, he will need to get his frustrations out in a positive manner. What better way than to fuck you into next week? Most of the time however he will start off slow and sensual, before adjusting his pace accordingly to make you fall apart around him.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Most of the time he wants to take in every single moment with you, that being said he isn’t above a quickie if you are both in the mood with little time. Closets, bathrooms, conference rooms, any place that is remotely private. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sexually is really the only time he takes risks anymore, and that’s because the two of you just can’t keep your hands off each other. Often slipping away from events or parties to be with each other. Sometimes you return to the event, sometimes you don’t.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Super Soldier my dear, he can go for as long as you can and then some. However he will be very attentive to you and he will know when you can’t handle anymore. Which is perfectly fine with him because you come first! 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Likely wouldn’t own any toys at first, but once you introduce them to him he is all for trying practically anything out with you! Expect your collection to grow exponentially as you both experiment with what you like.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

I don’t really think he would be much of a tease, but if he does tease it would be in a very cute sarcastic manner. Don’t make him jealous however, it won’t end well for the other person. Not that he would kill them or anything, but he isn’t above roughing them up a little bit or confronting them publicly. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Grunts, groans, not incredibly loud. What is kind of loud is his praising of you, sweet nothings said in the heat of the moment, passionate kissing of not only your lips but anywhere he can reach at the time. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Wore your underwear once after losing a bet between the two of you, and found that he actually really liked it. So you bought him some of his own, especially as it is super sexy when his pants come off in private. ;)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Thickkkk, uncut, slightly above average length. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, but only since he met you. Before he didn’t even really think about it besides the odd jack off when he couldn’t help himself. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Bucky doesn’t really sleep well even now, so he will likely watch you fall asleep way before he would ever give into slumber himself. Always afraid a nightmare might wake you up, causing both of you to lose precious sleep.

[truppe-dell-arcobaleno]

Truppe dell'Arcobaleno, a Twisted Wonderland Mafia AU Fanfiction

There is a small city in Twisted Wonderland, a city named Fascino. This once peaceful city is run and owned by the dangerous Night Raven. Underneath the feet of that great Family, you still have your tiny groups, ruling their little territories. But there are Families, the direct descendants of the Night Raven, known as the 'Great Seven', who stands above all.

We have the harsh Heartslabyul, the wild Savanaclaw, the underestimated Octavinelle, the explosive Scarabia, the slick Pomefiore, the sneaky Ignihyde, and the frightening Diasomnia.

Despite having divided the territories fairly, crimes break out- Wars, theft, assassinations, and murders of other Families. Alliances are formed as well as rivalries, and if you make one wrong move, you could be dead or have a whole Famiglia against yours.

Dirty dealings and secrets, gangs and theft and murder- It's all connected somehow and this is the story of how all of us got stuck in the middle of it.

Confirmed Cast:

This is edited because some OC profiles are not founded/incomplete, the blogs are deleted, or OP openly said they are no longer in TWST fandom.

If any OC owner has the full profile, you guys can contact me.

Mordred Dan  [full profile not found]

Decker Solitare  [full profile not found]

Kendrick Hellaven  [full profile not found]

( @/fromashestostars ​ / @/revolllutionary ​ )

Jonah Argentum 

( @/tsukikoayanosuke ​ )

Lucille Leonhart 

Lilith Leonhart [planned, but full profile not found]

( @/twistedwonda ​ )

Ariel Ophelie [pending, personality not complete]

( @/missnekonyan ​ )

Kiyoshi Takagi 

( @/twstankin ​ )

Conrad Garfio

Tink Campanella

Krok Horologium

( @/piraticusdorm ​ )

Noelle Halliday

Chiara Spindlebloom 

( @/3rdgymbros ​ )  [No longer TWST fandom]

Cheshire Redwood

Hanna Suzuki

Koyuki Kamiya

Yingyue Jiang

Lanying Qing

( @/eclipsezero ​ )

Lola Guerra  [profile has too little information]

Vinh Torch

Flint Remington  [profile has too little information]

Chase Manchester  [profile has too little information]

Cordell Snare  [profile has too little information]

Berkeley Houndstooth  [profile has too little information]

Ronaldo Buckman  [profile has too little information]

Sarge Glase  [profile has too little information]

( @/prometheanglory ​ ) 

Di Xin Li

Yabu Li

( @/conquer-the-raven ) [Tumblr account deactivated]

Pleiade Elvira Campbell

Samara al-Asim

Winona Shelby

Malvina Shelby

Sabrina Shelby

( @/the27th )

Viktor Dieldrin

Salem Kallier

Nyx Kallier

Rosid Strychnine

( @/terrors-of-nightraven / @/minoux-x )  [Tumblr account deactivated]

Henry Lakeside

Leroy Violet

Mellow Mildew

( @/fumikomiyasaki )

Rozaline Von Dorime

( @/briarrosescurse ​ )

Al Noir

( @/oiseaunoir11 )

Catrina Maravilla

( @/thetwstwildcard​ )

Miradel Naylor 

( @/yandere-of-your-dreams )  [Tumblr account deactivated]

Peyton Fox  [full profile not found]

Daire Gray

( @/chaoticlad )

Aster Realta

( @/lawlessofdusk )

Choco

Lotus  [planned, but full profile not found]

( @/choconanime )

Song Dusk  [planned, but full profile not found]

( @/sanata101​ )

Aya

( @/permanentlyexhaustedowl )

Emiko Sato

( @/danderechansworld )

Anna Piero

( @/circuscarnage )

... and possibly many more!

[homosexual-fast-dancer]

Thank you for the tag! :D

Filbo Fiddlepie - Bugsnax

The Warden - Superjail

Jane Doe - Team Fortress 2

The Guy - Suits RPG

Khonjin - Khonjin House

Brad - Lisa The Painful

Sarge - Red Vs Blue

Wilson P. Higgsbury - Don't Starve

Wizard - Other

Claptrap - Borderlands 2

Tagging: @frozenhi-chews, @b1gsh0t1997, @mis3rabl3m3lody, @wisp-herr, @crocs-cringe-city, @squips-ship, @yanderes-galore, @catboy-wadanohara, @riris-dock, and @sequids

ten characters, ten fandoms, ten tags

Thank you, @sewerkingcharlie my liege, for tagging me! 💜

1: Komuso (Okami)

2: Will Byers (Stranger Things)

3: Frank Morrison (Dead by Daylight)

4: Dirge, specifically (Shadow of the Colossus)

5: Jason Voorhees (Friday the 13th)

6: Jesse Pinkman (Breaking Bad)

7: Springtrap (Five Nights at Freddy’s)

8: Sammy Lawrence (Bendy and the Ink Machine)

9: Gary Oak (Pokemon)

10: Genos (One Punch Man)

This was surprisingly difficult lmao, I’m at least semi active in almost hundreds of fandoms, but whenever I need to list them they all vanish from my mind. Now, as for the tags!

@scourgeofshadows @a-koi-boi @froegis @deepfriedanon @cyberpunknoire @fubukiswifenoimnotjoking @overlyanxiousace

Aaaand that’s the entire limit of people I can possibly think to tag, so..not quite ten lmfao, but close enough.

[toaarcan]

My theory on the “return” of “Alpha-Church.”

So, there’s been a split in the RvB fandom as to whether the message from Church at the end of S15E5 is the return of Alpha, the return of Epsilon, or just a trap set by the Mysterious Cobalt Guy or whoever he’s working for. Generally it’s come down to between the former and the latter... but is there any reason it can’t be both?

Below the cut is my theory on what’s going on, and who this is.

We’ll start with the end of Season 6, where Alpha supposedly died in the emp.

In the Halo universe, AI are not contained in computer chips, but rather in memory crystals, which renders them impervious to the effects of an electromagnetic pulse. And even if they were, as Simmons told us in the Blood Gulch Chronicles, “Computers haven’t been affected by magnets since the 21st century.”

So, if the emp wouldn’t kill the Meta’s AI, why did Wash want to use one on them? He could’ve been mistaken, and even then, the emp would short out the Meta’s armour and equipment, allowing him to be captured, while Wash and Alpha, with his emp-proof suit, would be fine. Of course, Wash got injured and Alpha had to run into the Meta to save him, so that didn’t go so well.

When the Meta hits the ground, unconscious because all the tech that allows him to hear the voices of his AI is gone, the Director quickly has Beta-Tex’s crystal removed before making his escape and going into hiding.

Meanwhile, the Recovery Unit is reassigned to work under the UNSC during the investigation of Project Freelancer, as we see at the end of Season 8. The Meta is recovered, and Hargrove, in charge of the operation, has his armour repaired. He initially intends it to go into his Leonard Sucks Museum, but upon learning about Epsilon and the Reds and Blues from Wash, decides to send the Meta with him as an enforcer. He’s planning on killing Maine and taking the suit and equipment for himself later anyway, but he might as well get some use out of him first. 

However, while Maine’s suit is repaired, the systems that allow the AI to work are not. Alpha and the rest of the fragments are trapped in Maine’s head, unable to do anything. 

The Meta is dragged around by Wash for a while, until the battle against Epsilon-Tex at the MoI crash site. The Meta’s actions here are interesting. He wants an AI to run his suit, but instead of leaving Wash and Tex to fight while he goes for the softer target that is Epsilon, he focuses on Tex. Why? Because he knows he lost Beta. A piece of him has been taken and he wants it back.

(Why Beta, a technically separate AI who wasn’t part of Alpha in the first place, and also has a major flaw in her code that stops her from ever achieving her goals... somehow... was a part of the Meta, I don’t know, but that’s something to worry about later.)

Of course, we all know how that song and dance goes. THe Meta manages to capture Epsilon-Tex, but is defeated by the Reds and Blues and sent plummeting off the cliff. With two massive impalement wounds in his chest, his overshield nonfunctioning, and being at the bottom of the sea, he drowns.

But where did the original Beta-Tex go? The Director takes her and, in a last-ditch attempt to remove her fatal flaw, begins fragmenting her, hoping to break off the failure aspect of her, so he can recombine the others and finally have his perfect, invincible Allison. Because the Director’s kind of a shit like that. of course, Carolina, Epsilon, and the Reds and Blues put a stop to that, and Beta is deactivated permanently because Epsilon is yandere who can’t get over her and let her live her own life like he and Alpha did. What actually happened to her after that point is... never explained. Maybe Joe might pick up on that in future? He’s already doing a great job of moving Carolina out of her Season 12-13 rut of “Diet Tex”, so maybe there’ll be room for both! Unlikely with the Kathleen situation, but I can dream, damnit!

Hargrove later has the Meta’s armour recovered, and added to the Leonard Sucks Museum, albeit upgrade into M374 Hephaestus suit seen in Season 13, which conveniently happens to look just like Maine’s suit in Season 9-10! 

This time, however, he has the AI extracted. Alpha is useless for combat, and the fragments by this point are either slipping into rampancy, dying, or have reintegrated into Alpha, so none of them can be used to run the upgraded suit, leading to his issues with getting a new AI for it.

Come the end of Season 13, Hargrove’s concerns about an old AI fragment running the Meta suit aren’t unfounded, as Epsilon is forced to shatter himself just to give it the juice to beat Hargrove’s goons. However, Tucker does just that, and the Reds and Blues are able to capture Hargrove. Thanks to Epsilon’s earlier broadcasts, it is now known that Hargrove is the bad guy, so he is soon taken into UNSC custody and locked up.

But just because he’s beaten, doesn’t mean ol’ Malcolm is going to lie down and die. No, even if he doesn’t get his job back, he certainly has a corporation to run, and it’s in his best interests to get his name cleared. And what better way to do that than discredit Epsilon and his friends, the people that captured him? If he can make it seem like the Reds and Blues are actually deceptive terrorist, and Chorus is backing them, then his accusers aren’t reliable, and his attack on Chorus is totally justified. Why, Locus and Felix weren’t evil killers, they were agents sent to observe the situation, and we killed by the natives and their colourful hired psychopaths.

Criminal masterminds running their operations from inside a cell isn’t an unlikely thing, and through his connections, Hargrove is able to hire Temple, Surge, and their comrades. And hey, if he can start the “Reds and Blues’” killing spree by offing a bunch of old loose ends from Freelancer, well, that’s two birds with one stone.

Thanks to the convenient timing of the real heroes’ retiring to Chorus’ moon, the operation is going well, until Temple’s crew discover Dylan and Jax at Sidewinder. Realising that Dylan is searching for the truth, and probably making the connection that she is the reporter who interviewed him and the BGC before, and thus knows them, he decides that it would be prudent to dispose of her and the real Reds and Blues. He just needs to draw his nemeses out of hiding so they can all be eliminated, leaving Temple’s crew free to ravage the galaxy. Maybe he can make it look like the Reds and Blues killed Dylan when she found them, and spin her tragic story of a woman looking for the heroes she once knew, only to find them now psychotic killers, into part of his scheme.

Either way, he can use it to make sure he’s let out.

But how to get them to leave. Sure, just the presence of Temple’s crew and the way the scheme threatens their friends on Chorus might work, but they might also be clever enough to plan and not get killed off easily. No, it has to be something that they’ll drop everything for and charge off to investigate, and not just the BGC themselves, but it has to work on their leader; Carolina. 

And what better way to lure them out than that otherwise useless Alpha AI?

So Hargrove has his men activate Alpha and start torturing him. After all, the Director proved that it wasn’t too hard to do so. But he makes sure to give Alpha the means to send out his distress signal. And soon enough, Alpha does just that, baiting the trap.

And sure enough, it works. Tucker and Caboose spring into action to save Church. Sarge jumps in for another adventure. Simmons, Donut, and Lopez follow Sarge. Dylan and Jax continue following to get the whole story. And even better, they go without Carolina and Wash!

Now everyone is playing into Hargrove’s trap.

Everyone except for a certain Captain Dexter Grif.

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Halo Red vs Blue Masterlist

Sarge

- Yandere! Sarge Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Sarge with Medic! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Dick Simmons

- Yandere! Dick Simmons Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Dexter Grif

- Yandere! Dexter Grif Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Dexter Grif (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Franklin Delano "Donut"

- Yandere! Franklin Delano "Donut" Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Leonard L. Church (The Alpha)

- Yandere! Leonard L. Church Concept (The Alpha) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere Alphabet - Leonard L. Church (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Michael Caboose

- Yandere! Caboose Concept (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Lavernius Tucker

- Yandere! Lavernius Tucker Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Mark Temple

- Yandere! Mark Temple with Freelancer! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Projection - Yandere! Mark Temple Short (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Florida

- Yandere! Agent Florida/Butch Flowers Concept (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent South Dakota

- Yandere! Agent South Dakota Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Texas

- Yandere! Agent Texas Concept (Blood Gulch Era) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Anomaly - Yandere! Agent Texas Scenario (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Maine/The Meta

Sharkface

- Yandere! Platonic! The Meta Concept (Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Agent Carolina

- Yandere Agent Carolina Concept (Freelancer! Reader/Darling) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Sharkface with Freelancer! Darling (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Felix

- Yandere! Felix with Medic! Darling (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Locus

- Yandere! Locus Prompts 46, 51, 58 (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Omega

- Yandere! Omega/O'Malley Concept (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Multiple Characters

- Yandere! Locus vs Agent Washington (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! Simmons vs Grif with Blue Team! Darling (Blood Gulch Chronicles) (Romantic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Blue Team Relations - Yandere! Platonic! Caboose Short (With some Yandere! Church) [Platonic (Caboose)/Romantic (Church)] [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

- Yandere! North vs South Dakota (Romantic/Platonic - Rivalry) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

[yanderes-galore]

One more from 📸 anon (who didn’t even turn on the anon option in their hurry, which is so ironic considering the emoji), could you also please write a RVB short with a darling who was Church’s S/O when he died, and Temple deciding that he needed to have them? At first as just part of his plan to mess with the Reds and Blues, but then he actually ends up in love and starts getting possessive over them?

Sorry I’m at work and had to rush myself ^_^’

I really do love Mark Temple as a villain, honestly- Here you go! I like how this came out honestly.

Projection

Yandere! Mark Temple Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Grieving, Major character death mention, Kidnapping, Isolation, Forced relationship, Mark being a delusional creep.

Maybe it was your hope that got you into his mess. You only came out of retirement and pushed aside your grieving because you had hope. Everyone had hope... except Grif-

There was hope you could've seen Church again...

You've missed him ever since.

Epsilon, Church, had become a thing ever since the Tex situation was resolved. In his words it was his attempt to start anew. You didn't mind... truthfully you've fallen for Church since Alpha.

It had its struggles but you were happy to help Church. Church was family, the Red and Blues were family. Then the events of Chorus had happened...

Leaving Church to sacrifice himself for the greater good...

Leaving you in mourning.

You swore off participating in the "Temple Event" on Chorus. Instead your retirement was spent mourning the death of your AI companion. Since then you vowed you'd never have another partner.

Then that reporter came with that fateful message... a message from Church.

You didn't want to get your hopes up. Yet the rest of your family believed it. So... you thought you could believe it too.

Your journey had led you to the Blues and Reds. It had felt strange to see someone else share your armor color. But that wasn't the only thing that felt weird.

Your gaze never left the cobalt armor that stood in front of you. Pains of familiarity struck your heart as you tried to tell yourself it wasn't him. This wasn't Church... this would never be Church.

That was Mark Temple, a sim trooper similar to Church. In fact he was the one to tell you the UNSC may he holding him captive. You were doubtful of this claim...

But hope encouraged you forward...

Hope for love.

Speaking of love, Mark knew all about your history. He knew you loved Church. He knew he could manipulate that to make the Reds and Blues fall for his plan.

Which is why he began to get closer with you. Similar to how Sarge was easily manipulated with a simple position, you were easy to manipulate with simply looking like your lover. You're blind by grief.

Which made you more susceptible to him.

Mark treated you with such care. He picked his words carefully and lead you along. He watched as you opened up to him more and more.

Part of him even began to falter and fall for you....

Mark began to like how you laughed and talked to him. He could tell you trusted him. Yet whenever he tried to pry into your past with the AI, you shut him out.

Part of you saw Church in Mark, but it was all in appearance. Sometimes you caught yourself thinking of him as Church. But you made sure to catch yourself.

While Mark began to fall for you... he felt frustrated that you didn't see him for him. He wondered if each time you saw him you saw Church. Such a thought made his blood boil.

Every laugh wasn't for him. Every gaze wasn't for him. Every cute little thing you did never belonged to Mark in the first place.

It was always Church... because you met him first.

Mark didn't know why he got so worked up over this. He was never meant to fall for you. He was meant to use you.

But here he is... tapping his foot at his desk as he tries to get you out of his mind. No... no, actually, he wanted you in his mind. He just wanted Church out of yours.

He's an AI! How could you love an AI more than an actual person, huh!? He could treat you so much better than some robot hologram....

Such a thought ate away at Mark. He even made it a goal to show you he could do better. The thought never left his mind even as he froze the Freelancers with their own Armor Lock.

Even when the Reds and Blues caught on to his plan, he made sure you were distracted before locking them away. He refused to have his chances at having you and his plan working sabotaged. Sarge was already loyal enough to not be locked away.

Oh.... with everyone out of sight he can just imagine how you'd be with him. He'll make you forget about that damn AI. He has ways of convin-

"Where are they!?"

Mark looks towards Tucker, annoyed that his outburst shoved him out of his daydreams.

"Whom?"

"You know who I'm talking about! I also know that look damn well! What the hell are you planning!?" Tucker growls from his cage, pressing up against it to glare at the cobalt soldier.

"Aww... Tucker! Are you jealous?" Mark taunts. "Have you also been shunned by them because they love some... AI!?"

"That AI was our friend and their partner! Wait... oh, dude, you have some SERIOUS issues-" Tucker shudders as Mark scoffs.

"Don't worry about what happens to them." Mark says as he exits the room "I promise I'll take good care of them!"

The door closes and Mark makes his way to his office. He calls Sarge to do some other order before entering. He could barely contain his excitement.

Now that everyone was out of his way... he could call you into his office.

Mark is patient when he calls you in. His helmet hides his grin while he watches you hesitantly enter the room. Once you stand in front of his desk he leans forward.

"You called?" You ask softly.

"Yes I did!" Mark chirps, leaning forward. "Please, take a seat."

"What did you need me for?" You ask, sitting down to look at the cobalt soldier. You still struggle to make eye contact after all this time. No matter... he'll fix it.

"Hm... come a little closer, will you?"

With a nervous feeling sinking into your gut you shift closer. Discomfort quickly replaces it when Mark leans forward, as though he'll reach out for you.

"Has anyone told you... how cute you are?"

You stay silent, shock preventing you from moving momentarily. What did he just say?

"Seriously... you've been on my mind for a long couple of months since I met you! It's enough to drive a man insane, y'know?"

Mark's hand drifts to your helmet and you push him away. You don't like what he's trying.

"Come on, baby... won't you let me have a little peak? I think you're just so... perfect for me."

"Temple." You manage to speak, holding his hand down. As a result he manages to change it into holding your hand.

"Would it be easier if I removed mine first? I can do-"

"I'm not interested." You say quickly, looking away from him. He looks too much like Church.

"Oh... it's that AI clouding your mind again, huh?" Mark mutters bitterly. Your heart pangs again.

Suddenly, Mark forces your helmet to look at him. You can't read his face but based on his strength you can tell he's annoyed. Angry, even.

"I could be so much better than him. He's just an AI. In fact, he's a DEAD AI, isn't he!?" Mark growls and you feel tears slide down your face.

"Get the hell away from me... I loved him-"

"And I love you! I'd do anything to push him from your mind. I want your mind to be filled with me, not him!"

"You're insane!" You push him away and dart away from him. Mark laughs to himself before getting up.

"Insane? I'm not the one who fell in love with a dead robot! I was giving you another chance!"

"Another chance!? At what!?"

"At love!" Mark steps closer yet you keep your distance. "I could heal you, you could heal me! We both lost someone close to us!"

"I don't care-"

"Harsh! That's okay, I don't care about that AI either. All I care about is you and I plan to have you!"

You tire of talking and rush for the door. Mark only responds by calling over Surge and Sarge. Both red soldiers block the door once it opens.

You give Sarge a pleading look.

He pauses before shaking his head.

"Sorry, kid...." Sarge mumbles.

"You backstabber-"

"Oh... doesn't betrayal sting, baby?" Mark coos behind you. You freeze as Mark swings you to face him. "It hurts me even more. Yet thats okay, I promise when my plan against the UNSC works I'll come back for you!"

"... come back?" You ask, feeling Surge and Sarge grab your arms.

"Baby, you're staying here until you forget that AI of yours." Mark answers in a sing-song tone, yet you can hear the bitterness of it. "You'll have your own little cell away from everyone."

"Please, don't!" You struggle, yet Mark only waves as you're dragged off.

"Oh... I'd normally feel bad for doing this." Mark hums, watching you dragged off to the cell he prepared. "But you'd have to love me to earn my sympathy, dear...."

As you're dragged to your cell by the two red soldiers, you hope someone will come and help you...

and once you're alone? You begin to wonder if you should even hope anymore.

After all, didn't hope get you into this mess?

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere Sarge (he's my favourite :D)

Of course! First Halo RvB request on here!

Yandere! Sarge Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Possessive behavior, Violence, Gun mention, Gore mention, Implied kidnapping, Threats of murder, Delusional behavior, Aggressive behavior, Obsession.

- Sarge is probably one of the least sane ones out of Team Red and Blue.

- He's always violent and craves conflict.

- If there's none, he creates it.

- Which would make him one of the more aggressive Yanderes.

- He is also egotistical and always believes what he does is right.

- I'd say Sarge is Impulsive, Possessive, Delusional, Aggressive, yet somewhat Compassionate towards you.

- I also feel this goes without saying, but he'd be better off with a Darling on Red Team.

- A Darling on Blue Team would cause Sarge to feel rather conflicted, unsure if he hates you or adores you.

- Sarge is impulsive, he does not plan things well and refuses to get a second opinion.

- Which would make him more likely to lock you up beside him and not consider how you feel as with most impulsive Yanderes.

- The others such as Grif and Simmons may tell him that what he's planning is wrong on so many levels.

- However while he somewhat considers Simmons words, he blows off Grif completely.

- "Trust me, you're just jealous I found someone to be with. DON'T get any ideas!"

- Sarge is also possessive because he loves getting confrontational.

- He often picks fights with Grif over you.

- It's worse if you're on Blue Team.

- Church and Tucker never hear the end of Sarge's delusional rambling about how you shouldn't be with them.

- Think of an overly confrontational dog that barks all the time?

- That's Sarge.

- Speaking of delusional, Sarge is that too.

- He probably fully believes you love him already.

- When you are actually a bit scared of him.

- He's way too trigger happy.

- You can't even make conversation without Sarge bursting in to start a fight.

- He loves fights.

- He probably believes everyone is secretly his enemy except you with his delusions.

- Everyone wants you.

- He just knows it.

- "Keep your distance from (Y/N) if you know what's good for you."

- Aggression comes easily to him.

- He causes fights all the time.

- Even towards you his love can be rather aggressive.

- Sarge seems like the person to flirt, but it comes off as gorey and twisted.

- He thinks it's endearing.

- Yet you essentially just heard he'd shoot everyone he saw for you-

- It terrifies you.

- Despite all the delusions and aggression, he still has the capability to be compassionate.

- He does show he cares for you.

- It just comes out distorted.

- He probably isn't physically affectionate, however he does use words to flatter you.

- He's obsessed with you, just too deranged to properly show love towards you.

- Sarge can be a dangerous Yandere.

- But he'd never pull his gun on you.

- "Stay at the base, let me handle all the dangerous stuff. Grif, Donut, I want not a word spoken to (Y/N). Simmons is fine, but NOT you."

[prometheanglory]

For the yandere oc asks - 1 and 2 for Noelle with any oc of your choice please?💛 Thank you!

i’ll go with sarge for this!

1.

a very princely and almost unassuming yandere that few can really put a finger on. he’s usually the type to wind people around his finger just for his own sake of watching— but in noelle’s case, he wants to provide a lovely little world for her, even if she doesn’t become his one and only. he doesn’t particularly need her love, he simply wants to be her guardian angel and protect her from all the bad things in the world. he observes who she interacts with, how she behaves, just to build an idea of how he can create a paradise for her that lures her into his clutches. he’s so very two-faced about his ploys, but it’s not as though they’re saturated with malice. he’s a saint, not a devil — but they do say that the path to hell is paved with good intentions.... and sarge has... a lot of good intentions. he manipulates so many of the situations that involve noelle, it’d be rare to find a situation in which sarge hasn’t gotten involved in (even those that seemed like no one could have known about). she might see a flash of white in the corner of her eyes, she might feel that something is watching her from a distance; don’t question it. he’s just gathering information.

2.

he finds himself very tickled by her doll-like hollowness. does she know what makes her happy? does she know what makes her so lovely? she’s a hollow puzzle to him that he can’t help but be transfixed with. he loves to observe and study her, he loves to watch the way she interacts with the world around her — so inhumane, just like him. maybe she could learn to be human or something so beyond the grasp of humans, just as he did too. ...or maybe she can simply exist peacefully in his little eden. he’d be fine with seeing either. she just has so much potential, he can’t help but to adore it.

[prometheanglory]

Hewo Vy ! Can I have 2 and 17 for Pleiade and Flint (or Sarge 👉👈) please ?

jdjdjfj i’ll just do a weird alternating thing here 👍 here we go!

2. flint

flint finds himself very drawn to pleiade’s can-do attitude. her professionalism and loyalty to her own dorm is something that he can only praise, alongside her steely drive to protect them — he finds that there is little about her that he can really force her to improve on, so instead he takes up his post by her side properly aid her. she is a respectable woman for sure. he likes that.

17. sarge

life for pleiade — well sarge is a very spoiling sort, he showers pleiade with so much affection and praises her for all sorts of things. her life is technically very good! sarge only really seeks to make life wonderful for those he adores. for what reason would he even dare to bring sadness to her? he has none. ...perhaps she would be a little saddened by him eliminating her opponents, she has so little use of her sword now. he’ll hold back just a little in giving her eden, as to make sure that she’s properly enthused by the state of her life.

[prometheanglory]

For the yandere asks hows about 14 and 17 for Sarge and Nathaniel?

14.

sarge is the type to take anything and everything in stride — waking up blindfolded is a part of ‘everything’. hearing nathaniel’s voice already gives him enough of an idea of why he’s blindfolded and why he’s woken up so disoriented. he can’t see nathaniel, but nonetheless he gives him the same easy smile when the information clicks together. sarge isn’t particularly bothered nor frightened, much to nathaniel’s possible (very likely) chagrin. he even goes as far as to strike up a conversation with nathaniel, regardless of whether or not he’ll respond. he’s laughing softly to himself and for nathaniel’s sake, it’s almost as though he’s completely unaware of his situation, but that’s not true at all the case — he’s just brushing off the seriousness of it all because it simply doesn’t matter to him.

nonetheless, nathaniel doesn’t even need to take off the blindfold to feel the subtle challenge from sarge that asks, ‘so? what now?’

17.

we all know that nathaniel is bound to suffer: one, because he’s stuck with one of the most insufferably angelic people on earth; two, because said ‘angel’ is too fucking good at scheming and mind games (so the chances of escape? looking pretty damn bleak.)

if nathaniel were to be the subject of sarge’s affections, then sarge would see to it that nathaniel was given plenty of praise and attention and admiration, be it from himself or from others — however for someone like nathaniel to suddenly experience such a thing, culture shock (then culture Anger) is only an inevitable thing. sarge only really seeks to make a sort of ‘eden’ for his darling, but knowing nathaniel — if it comes from sarge, it probably goes down like bitter medicine. it’s much too gaudy, much too clean, much too... strangely distant for it to truly feel like affection or love. sarge lets him run free, he lets nathaniel try to kill him, he lets him berate him for all he’s worth, but nonetheless, he still gives nathaniel a warm shoulder and an open heart — yet when it comes down to it, it’s still not enough.

it’s nothing but strange torment for nathaniel, to be stuck with sarge. it’s nothing but a shallow farce that mocks his plight. the very sight of that gentle smile is just another nail driving into his already cavernous heart. he can’t even kill the man to get the suffering over with and get rid of him. nathaniel really is just suffering in here.

[yanderes-galore]

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Yandere! Dick Simmons Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Self-esteem issues, Jealousy, Implied stalking, Fear of abandonment, Delusional behavior, Violence, Forced relationship implied, Anxiety.

- Simmons would have so many issues talking with you due to his inability to talk to or speak with the person he likes/loves.

- He may come off as creepy without even meaning to at times.

- Simmons would be Hesitant/Observing, Compassionate, Forgiving, Easily jealous, Emotional, Caring, and Self-Conscious about himself and his feelings.

- Despite coming off as logical and hard working to others, he has problems speaking with you.

- A flaw that is often teased by Grif.

- You'll be in the room and Simmons will just be hesitant to talk, sometimes not even looking at you.

- You will probably notice him trying to get close to you or following you around, but he locks up when trying to speak with you.

- It's sort of creepy.

- He's probably a little scared of rejection which may be why he has trouble with his feelings.

- He'd definitely get heated at others if they bring it up.

- Despite Simmons having issues with having a normal conversation with you, he is still quite kind and compassionate.

- He still cares for you incredibly.

- Sometimes he does manage to speak with you albeit really locked up.

- Over time he will get more used to you and you'll see just how much he adores you though.

- For better or for worse....

- He cares for your safety and your comfort a lot.

- Grif getting a bit too weird around you? Simmons is here to knock some sense into him.

- Sarge was a bit too intense with you? He's here for comfort.

- Donut trying to drag you into something? Okay, everyone likes him, but he'll be an excuse for you!

- Simmons can be easily jealous or annoyed yet with you he can be forgiving.

- He is a bit delusional but not as much as the rest of his team.

- He's logical although believes you can do nothing wrong somewhat.

- There's mistakes, yeah, you can't be making him jealous on purpose though!

- It's the others! They're the ones taking your attention!

- Simmons will also be emotional.

- He's known to cry at times and will come to you for attention and help.

- For example if he feels he's being ignored he'll put on the water works and cling to you in private.

- Then he'll get annoyed if anyone walks in on him and you.

- Simmons can also be caring about you.

- He would be fixated on your emotions and health along with his, even if his toxic traits may be causing you your issues.

- He feels once he has enough confidence, if he showers you with affection, you won't leave.

- He is so nervous about losing you.

- He's scared maybe he's too nerdy for you.

- Maybe a bit too boring?

- It's always what if, what if, what if with him when it comes to you.

- Simmons adores you and wants to give you all of his respect, praise, and love.

- Yet he's so scared you'll take it and leave.

- Simmons would be someone who needs to be reassured at times that you adore him.

- Even if you didn't he'd be delusional just enough to make him think you're messing with him.

- Simmons probably would not be a Yandere that kidnaps unless you are not on his side.

- Murder is a maybe as he is a soldier.

- It just comes with the job.

- Honestly he'd be a Yandere that wants to win your approval in whatever way he can.

- He'll be loyal and forgiving to you.

- Just don't ever leave him.

- He may not be able to handle that.