#Incrustation

[imagella-blog]

Deux lys roses sur une palette de vignes, de brosses et d'incrustations

Tatouage De Lys #Tatouage #Lys roses #Style de vignes #Pinceau libre #Éphémère #Charme naturaliste #Magrébine claire #Vert clair #Incrustation #Poignant

[whats-in-a-sentence]

I may here mention, that on a part of the coast of Ascension, where there is a vast accumulation of shelly sand, an incrustation is deposited on the tidal rocks, by the water of the sea, resembling, as represented in the woodcut, certain cryptogamic plants (Marchantiæ) often seen on damp walls.

"Journal of Researches into the Natural History and Geology of the Countries Visited During the Voyage of H.M.S. Beagle Round the World, 1832-36" - Charles Darwin

[tenth-sentence]

'(...) Its back was corrugated and ornamented with ungainly bosses, and a greenish incrustation blotched it here and there. (...)'

"The Time Machine" - H. G. Wells

[patrothestupid]

abel reading

based

[onepiecehiperfixation]

Buggy *wearing a tank top* Shanks *following him behind* Buggy: If you keep undressing me with your eyes I'm gonna catch a cold dear.

[nxwtonsxngster]

randomly thinking about that one time i called ari’s uncle jason “janson”

man what a moment

[fidjiefidjie]

😁 Humour du jour 👌

Quand Louis de Funès s'incruste 🎞 dans les films...

Bel après-midi 👋

[dropboxofcuriosities]

Quand le petit frère maîtrise l'art de l'incruste, 1900s.

[patric-jonas]

Sil 2024 #01 - art postal pour Jonas  - sérigraphie sur papier recyclé

image 1 - fragment d'une impression en sérigraphie (3 couleurs) sur papier recyclé "fait maison" - 10x15

image 2 - fragment d'un papier recyclé "fait maison" avec incrustation d'herbes et végétaux - 7x10

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contacts et renseignements : patric.jonas@gmail.com  

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[imagella-blog]

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[yamadaasaemon-nc]

inscrutable is such a weird word…

[bearifyme]

Fag is so passé. Fagé, pronounced like fabergé, is the new slur.

[p1astr81]

Christmas mixup - op81

in which: Oscar accidentally proposes to his girlfriend on Christmas Day.

pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: pet names (babe), not proof read, nothing else

an: If you saw this posted earlier NO YOU DIDNT😭

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Oscar reached an outstretched arm to the top of your shared closet, being sure to select the small box that sat on the left and not the right.

You’d been dating for six years now—since you were both just seventeen years old—and you’ve been living together for about a year.

He found the most gorgeous diamond earrings while racing in Vegas last month. He thought about how much you’d love them and couldn’t resist buying them for you.

While Oscar wasn’t the best gift wrapper, he always tried his best for you. The gifts you wrapped for him always came out in pristine condition, the colorful paper hugging the boxes perfectly. He felt awful when he would carry out piles of boxes and the wrapping paper was crumpled and loose around the sides. Your wrapping job made everything look so perfect and he felt like he was ruining it. It’s just paper, you had told him, laughing it off. You could wrap it in discarded candy wrappers and it would make no difference to me.

This specific gift, he rewrapped it five times before he thought that it looked even remotely good enough. And even after that, he wrapped it three more times until he got it to be perfect.

He smiled at the small box, and took it to the tree with great care. You watched from the kitchen, chuckling as he carried the box like a newborn child.

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Christmas morning, you and Oscar sat around the tree, a cup of hot cocoa and a croissant beside the both of you.

You’d both opened almost all of your gifts already, but Oscar withheld one gift until the very end. That tiny box.

“Can I open it now?” You asked him, same as you had after every single other gift. He finally handed it over to you. “Be careful, though.” He warned, a warm smile on his face as he watched your excitement.

You ripped the paper off, and cautiously opened the box. What you saw had your eyes watering, your jaw dropped slightly. You placed the box on the floor, and your hands came up to over your mouth.

Oscar figured you would like the gift, but definitely not this much.

“Oscar,” your voice wobbled with the threat of tears that may spill. You gasped as you tried not to cry.

Oscar’s eye caught the glimmer that bounced off the shiny object, and he quickly realized he didn’t wrap the earrings. No, instead, his eyes met a shiny diamond incrusted band. Your engagement ring.

He didn’t intend to propose this early, no. He wanted to do something extravagant to propose. Not this. Not on Christmas, in your pajamas and at home. He was horrified.

“Yes, oh my god, yes.” You answered without waiting for him to actually ask the question. To you, this was entirely intentional and planned by him. You flung yourself at him, your arms coming around his neck to hug him tightly.

Oscar was significantly less horrified. Your reaction had eased him some, but he still was overcome with an immense feeling of guilt. He thought you deserved a better proposal then this.

But he would play it off. “Thank god you said yes.” He laughed.

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A week later, you were both sat on the couch, watching television. He couldn’t help but notice how often you would look down to gaze at the engagement ring on your finger.

“Babe?” He called softly. “Hm?” You hummed, your eyes peering past your lashes to meet his gaze. He could see just how happy you were. It was in the twinkle of your eyes, the curve of your lips, etched in every facial feature.

But the guilt still ate away at him. “I’m sorry it happened like that.” He struggled to meet your eyes, looking down at the band on your ring finger instead. You sat up a little straighter, concerned. “What do you mean?”

He sighed. “Well, I meant to wrap a box of earrings, but I put the two boxes next to each other and I guess I picked up the wrong one. I’m sorry. I wanted to do something big to propose to you. Not that.”

You laughed and grabbed his face. You leaned up to capture his lips with yours, kissing him softly. “There’s no way you could have proposed to me that wouldn’t be perfect. Even if it was at a farm, with a ring made of straw.” He looked in your eyes, seeing the deep love within them, and knew you were telling the truth. And he wondered, how did he get so lucky?

[player380]

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- disco pang pang

━━━ ↳ ❝ [ se-mi x f! reader ] ¡! ❞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ PART TWO in which you try out the infamous disco pang pang ride with your friends in incheon, south korea, and end up having the ride moderator attempt to set you up with the stoic, pretty woman sitting next to you┊2.1k words

contains: potential ooc se-mi (we don't really know too much about her but my hyperfixation has deluded me to believe my own headcanons that were created by the bit we saw her in s2), fluff, some minor hints of sexual content, wlw, teaser x teased, & non-canonical nonsense, au!! the games never took place & se-mi is lowkey loaded (which i may write more about in another fic idea i have oops), i also am not very sure of any korean customs (im a white american) so please please please let me know if any of the manners of this are wrong so i can correct it, also this has not been proofread yet so enjoy any spelling or grammar errors <3

After much debate with your close girl friends, that you were on a trip into the big city with, they had practically dragged you to the long line of awaiting people to try out this silly ride. Each of their hands clasped tightly around your sweaty palms, forcing your feet to shuffle into your spot at the back of the line. It was a warm spring day, the sun beating down only to be combated by a pleasant breeze. So, of course, most would find themselves spending the day at the Wolmi Theme Park in South Korea. The three of you had already spent the majority of the day entertaining yourselves with other rides, though with yourself often choosing to opt out of riding many--given rollercoasters had a habit of making you queasy. Yet, after much convincing and deliberation, you had allowed them to take you on this ride. They had claimed that it wasn't that scary, and was oftentimes quite fun. But as you got into line and saw the ever-moving ride your stomach dropped and your face paled. Laughter and screams echoed around as the current set of riders were being bounced up and down whilst the ride spun everyone in round in differing speeds. As you watched this, you couldn't help but feel the corn dogs you just had thirty-minutes prior rising their way through your innards.

While you stood there, mouth agape, your friends had busied themselves with calling their boyfriends back home in the countryside. Snapping you out of your scared daze, was a smooth laugh from beside--even smoother words following in pursuit.

"You look like you've just seen a ghost," a woman laughed from beside you, your eyes narrowing as they traveled up the body beside you in line. Taking notice of her skinny ripped black jeans, the loose tank top that had a bit of the side tucked into the waistband of her jeans, and a black leather jacket over her shoulders. Her face was adorned in few piercings: just one silver ring on her lip, the other a silver ring on her left nostril (a gem-incrusted sun on where the ring met the visible skin). Her hair was short, some strands of her black hair covering the right side of her head slightly. Her narrow features complimented her stylistic choices. And by all means: the woman was completely, and utterly gorgeous.

After a few minutes of silence, your eyes only widening upon seeing the pretty woman, she spoke up again. "Are you alright? Surely you haven't actually seen a ghost," she replied, her thin brows furrowing slightly as she stared at you--her head cocked to the side just a hair. She was concerned for your wellbeing. How cute.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," you blinked, snapping out of your haze and returning your gaze to the still-moving ride--swallowing hard. "I just don't like rides like this," you added and nodded awkwardly. "Not really my thing."

The woman beside you nodded, letting out a quiet hum as her gaze follows yours up to the ride. "It's not that bad," she commented, letting out a quiet laugh. "Just make sure to hold on tight."

"What?" You asked, misunderstanding her words and her eyes widening slightly.

The woman laughed harder, shaking her head. "The bars, hold on tight to the bars," she corrected, tilting her head. "Or your friends."

You suddenly felt the presence of your two friends who had gotten off facetime with their partners, and were now standing beside you once more--staring at the taller woman with slightly furrowed brows. The woman just nodded once, before turning back around and facing the front of the line. Leaving you to suffer the teasing looks and questions from your friends for the remainder of the wait in line.

Eventually, after growing slightly impatient from standing still for so long, it was finally your group's turn to file onto the circular ride. The eager group of riders all excitedly piled on, sounds of annoyed groans coming from the people who were cut off and had to wait another round.

Your friends rushed to a spot, sitting on the seats and giggling excitedly. Their hands reached behind themselves to grab the plastic and metal bars--wrapping their arms around the slick material in hopes to stay (mostly) still throughout the ride.

You sat there awkwardly, trying to mimic your friend's actions but you found yourself struggling to keep yourself comfortable. You didn't realize the woman who was in front of you in line was sitting beside you until you felt her hands gently guiding your arms to wrap around the bars--her hand resting there for a moment and looking over you.

"Comfy?" She asked you, raising a brow slightly.

Your face, now red, moved up to meet her gaze--nodding awkwardly. "Yeah, thanks," you said, voice quiet, and pressing a small smile up as another bout of gratitude. Her dark eyes traveled over you for a second, smiling and giving a nod back. She moved to sit beside you, leaving the width of a person and a half between you two.

Unfortunately for your humility, the ride moderator had noticed the small interaction and so once the ride started slowly spinning--your face all but heated when you heard the moderator's loud voice call out your descriptor over the speakers. Little did you know the running internet joke that if the moderator called you out, you were done for.

"Are you two together?" The male moderator's voice called out, "you, tweed skirt and the h/c hair. And you, short black hair and the leather jacket," he described. Your heart all but dropped. Before you could reply, the woman next to you beat you to it:

"No, we aren't," she yelled, her voice loud over the mechanics of the machine and the loud sounds from around the theme park.

"Do you want to be?" The moderator called out, a hint over amusement carrying over in his voice.

You shook your head, laughing awkwardly. "No, no it's okay. I came here with my friends," you replied, brows furrowing in embarrassment--trying to ignore the giggles from your friends beside you.

"Ah, no, no, let me fix that," the moderator said, laughing, and your heart dropped from his mischievous tone.

Suddenly, the ride was tilted all the way to the left side and began bouncing slightly. Lifting you up and down from your seat, your sweaty hands barely holding onto the plastic bars as gravity tried to pull you to where the woman beside you was sitting. She seemed to keep her body planted firmly--hardly moving. The ups and downs got harsher, and before you knew it, one of your arms slipped from the bar and you fell slightly down to your left. You felt another leg wrap around yours--realizing it was the woman's, who was trying to keep you steady so you didn't fall.

You grunted as you moved to steady yourself back onto the seat, pulling your leg from hers and attempting to grab back onto the bars. Before you could succeed, another unexpected bump made your other arm slip--letting out a yelp as you stumbled off the seat and about to start rolling on the metal floor of the ride. You didn't go very far before you found your body ensnared by both the woman's legs--holding your torso tightly as to make sure you didn't fall anymore.

As the bumps continued, you felt one of her hands grab your arm and pull you up--setting you on her lap. Your face burned with embarrassment and awkwardness at the entire situation--wishing you hadn't even let your friends convince you to get on this stupid ride to begin with. Her legs entangled with yours, an arm wrapping around your waist and pressing your back tight against her front. Her fingers found purchase on your hip, pressing into the part tightly.

"Are you okay?" She asked, tilting her head so her mouth was right next to your ear, her voice quiet. God was her voice attractive.

You nodded, the consistent bumps making the two of you rise up from your seats occasionally--but your landings were cushioned by the woman's body beneath you. It was almost strangely nice. No. You shouldn't think like that. She was an entire stranger. "Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," you replied, turning your head slightly--though not realizing how close your faces would be. You quickly turned your head back around forward--your cheeks the color of a tomato.

As the ride continued on, the moderator still continued to pick on the two of you, moving you two around. Even with the woman's firm grip on your body, you had somehow ended up turned around--your legs straddling her hips. Her jacket had been moved to wrap around your waist so no one could see how your skirt rid up, allowing some form of modesty. There were some other instances of other people flailing around and landing on others, however you could hardly pay any mind to the others on this ride given your situation. This continued on throughout the ride's duration, before eventually the machine came to a stop--the moderator thanking everyone, though still finding a way to insert a tease about the two women's interactions throughout the ride.

You shakily got off of the woman--pulling your skirt down and untying the jacket around your waist, holding it back out to her. "Um, thanks for this. And for making sure I don't fall," you muttered, looking down at your feet. When she took the jacket, you quickly took off and found your friends at the exit of the ride--trying to ignore the burning throughout your body as their incessant teases fueled your embarrassment.

Before you could get far, a female voice called out and you turned around--your eyes widening as the woman before approached, slightly out of breath from the small jog. Your friends looked at each other with raised brows, both backing away to leave you two to yourselves.

"Oh-- um, hi," you said, brows furrowing slightly. "Did you need something?"

"How long are you in Incheon for? Or do you live here?" She asked, her chest still rising up and down with rapid breaths. She almost sounded hopeful, and a bubbly filling filled your stomach. As if someone had opened a cage of butterflies between your ribcages.

You blinked, looking away from her for a moment. "No, I don't live here. Just visiting with my friends... but I'm not sure. A couple more days, at least. We didn't really have an end date. Why?" You asked, licking your lips slightly--and you watched as her eyes flickered to your slightly damp, pink lips for a moment before she looked back up at your eyes.

"Let me take you sight-seeing around the city, yeah?" She asked, despite her cool demeanor, she almost seemed nervous. "You don't have to, but it'd--"

"Sure," you cut her off, flashing an almost-nervous smile of your own. "I'd like that, my friends and I aren't really super knowledgeable around anyway. I'm sure they'd like it too."

Her face flickered with some unknown expression and she shook her head. "No, not them. Just you... and I," she said, sucking in a long breath.

"Oh," you breathed, your brows raising. "Yeah, my answer is still the same. I would like that," you answered, emphasizing the 'I' in your sentence. The woman nodded, any nervousness or tension immediately lifted from her demeanor.

"Good," she said, grinning. "Let me get your number," she said--pulling out her phone from her back pocket, opening it, and shoving it in your direction with the screen showing an empty contact form to fill out. You nodded, and took the phone to begin typing in some things in each slot. "I'm Se-mi, by the way," she added, her eyes watching you intently--studying every and all aspect of your face.

Once you finished, you looked back up at Se-mi and handed her phone. "Well... just give me a message, Se-mi. I should be free, well, if I can ever escape those two for a moment," she laughed, tilting her head back to where her friends stood--watching the two of you interact with large grins.

Se-mi nodded, watching your form retreat as you handed her phone back and went back to your friends who immediately began pestering you for information on your new 'hot date', as they called it. She looked back down at her phone, studying your name on the contact--trying to burn it into her memory.

"Y/n...," she said slowly, nodding as she enjoyed the feel of it on her tongue. Knowing full well she was going to be saying that name for a long time. Or, well, at least she hoped.

Who knew your friends dragging you onto a silly ride could lead to any of this.

[acosmicbee]

Heart of the Sea

500 Follower Celebration - Day 3

This was it. It was the end of the line, but you'd go out fighting. The dagger you'd kept hidden so well was clutched in your hand as you stared at the cabin door. This... this would be you last night alive.

Because you were about to murder the pirate king.

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The idea would've been unthinkable only a month or two ago. As the child of two hardworking farmers most of your days were spent playing with the other children or helping out on the farm.

You remembered your parents and your siblings fondly. The way they'd teach you about every plant they grew, even the weeds they'd pull from among the plants. The way your siblings would tease you, but always have your back when you need it.

They were gone now. Everything was gone. Your village had been burned down. Your family had been slaughtered right in front of your eyes by the same pirates who had stolen you away.

You were nothing more than a chore runner now. You cleaned, washed, and folded clothes, fetched food, and scrubbed the deck. You barely got enough to eat somedays, always under the watchful eye of at least one of the pirate king's lackeys.

Finally, you'd grown tired of everything. You missed your family, longed for a home that didn't exist anymore. So, you'd decided to finally take your life into your own hands.

The dagger had been one you'd swiped from some merchant ship he and his crew had pillaged. You'd found the small pearl incrusted blade tucked in the pocket of some clothes that had been thrown at you to be cleaned. No one ever came to look for it after you'd swiped it so you'd been biding your time since.

Now, you were ready to take revenge for your family, for your village. More than that, for all the people whose lives he and his men had ruined without care.

When you finally crept inside, you hadn't expected to find him cuddling with his first mate. It was a little strange, but you were more focused on your plan, even as your hands shook around the hilt of the dagger. You had your mission, and you would complete what you set out to do.

The fire in his room softly crackled, making it feel warm and cozy. So different from where his crew had made you sleep down by the brig. It was freezing and damp and dark down there, and that only made you despise him more. How come a monster like him got to live in comfort?! What had you ever done to deserve the treatment you received?

You slowly stalked up to the bed, looking down at his face and raising the dagger. You would give him a mercy he didn't deserve and try to make it quick. You forced your hands to stop shaking as you firmly gripped the dagger, rearing back and aiming for his chest.

In an instant, the dagger had flown across the room and out of your hands. You had failed. Miserably. The pirate king was awake, his own sword grabbed from his bedside and used to deflect your blow. He smirked at you as you cowered back, accepting your failure and subsequent death.

The sound had caused the first mate to perk awake beside him. Now you were being stared down by two seasoned pirates, one of whom was known as 'the pirate king' for a reason.

"So, you think you had a chance of killing me?" The pirate king laughed like it was the most hilarious thing on the planet. It wasn't his usual manic laugh either. You'd heard that plenty of times, but this was a genuine laugh. He really didn't believe you could have done it. You frowned, angry tears starting to well in your eyes. Not only had you failed but you were being laughed at.

"Look at them! You made them cry!" The first mate scolded. He climbed over the still laughing prate king and approached you, which only made you cry harder as you realized neither of them saw you as any kind of threat.

You backed away from him, but he was faster. He grabbed your arm, his hands burning on your cold skin. Although you'd started to heat up since entering the room, the chill of the brig and the night hadn't fully left you yet.

"You're freezing! Oh, you poor thing... Julian, stop laughing at them!" The pirate king, Julian, you now knew, finally stopped laughing. He wiped a couple of tears from his face and took a few deep breaths before finally composing himself.

"Sorry, sorry. It was just so adorable! I think I was around their age when I first tried to murder my older brother." He grinned at you and you shrunk into yourself, still sobbing inconsolably.

"Here, let's sit you down by the fire. Why are you so cold, hm? I thought the bunks had adequate blankets. Now that I think about it, Julian, why is there such a young child on the ship anyway?" The first mate asked. In a flare of anger of being talked about like a harmless baby, you spoke up.

"I'm not a child! I'm old enough to help my parents on the farm if they were still here!" 

"You're what, 9? 10 at the oldest? You're practically a baby. Also, they're an errand boy. Helps the crew with stuff." Julian said. The first mate huffed as he fetched a blanket from the nearby wardrobe and draped it over your shoulders. It was heavy and warm and reminded you of your mother, which only made you start crying again.

"You're having a child work as an errand runner?! Julian, you better give me one good reason not to-!"

"Woah! Woah! Calm down there, Finn! The boys tell me he's fairly compensated for all his work! They say they like the chores!" Julian insisted. You rolled your eyes, weakly scoffing into the blanket.

"Where do you sleep, hm? I'll make sure your bed has some new blankets tomorrow." The first mate, Finn, asked. 

"I don't have a bed." You answered.

"Excuse me?!" This time it was Julian who gave you an incredulous look. You repeated yourself.

"Where do you sleep then?" Finn asked. You could hear the anger in his tone.

"There's a small closet near the brig. That's my room." You said. Finn whirled around and glared at Julian. Julian was already halfway out the door, slamming it behind him.

You just sniffled as Finn tried to calm you down. It wasn't long before you could hear yelling from the crew area. You just stared at the fire as it crackled. "When are you going to kill me?"

"Excuse me?" Finn asked. He had a mildly horrified look on his face.

"I tried to kill the captain. The king of the pirates. Isn't the punishment death?" You asked. Finn took a second to answer.

"Would you mind telling me why you tried to kill him?"

"You killed my family. They ransacked our house and stole our crops. My parents and my siblings all died that day because of him." You glared at the fire. How dare it warm you when your family would never be able to feel warm again.

"I'm... I'm so sorry." Finn said. He pulled you close and wrapped his arms around you, gently rocking you back and forth. Tears sprang forth again for the last time. Then you were quietly crying, cursing the world that had robbed you of everything you'd loved. It didn't take long for the near silent cries to taper off as you cried yourself to sleep.

Finn didn't let go. Instead, he stared at the fire, gently wiping your tears with a corner of the blanket he had wrapped you in. Julian stormed back in 10 minutes after you'd fallen asleep.

"Those lousy no good scoundrels. I've made sure they know they're living on borrowed time. Honestly, not only did they lie to me, but they harmed a child. This will not be forgotten or go unpunished." He promised Finn, staring down at your small body. Finn quietly whispered your conversation to him as he slowly moved you to their bed.

"They have been done a great injustice." Julian said. Felix cuddled you from one side, making sure you were warm enough, while Julian took the other side. "But I will do my best to rectify it."

"We both will." Finn sighed. "They aren't going to be leaving my sight for a bit. Just so I can make sure they're okay."

"Sleep tight Y/N. When you wake up in the morning you'll be treated like the finest of my treasures." Kept safe, taken care of, and never let go of.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

❤ Yandere Police Officer ❤

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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Female reader

WARNINGS: Manipulation/Power Abuse.

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◾ Yandere!Officer who has his eyes on you the moment you step foot in his town.

You’re different from all the girls he’s known all his life, maybe because you’re a city girl. But that doesn’t mean you’re bad, no.

On the contrary, he likes you very much.

You’re not arrogant, arms crossed with a disgusted expression at the small variety of entertainment that the town offers, like many other city people have done before while visiting his town.

You came with a wide smile, the smell of hope and new beginnings incrusted in your figure. He likes that. 

◾ Yandere!Officer who immediately strikes a friendship with you. He’s nice and friendly, offering you all the help you need as you settle in the town and his heart beats faster when you inform him that you plan on staying there permanently. 

He immediately starts daydreaming about you, about the cute perfect couple you two would make. You could take care of the house - and whatever small bundles of joys that came along the way - while he’d work and provide for the family.

Coming home to the happy shrieks of children, a sweet wife and a hot meal sounded like a dream. 

◾ Yandere!Officer that will be there for you as you slowly start to organize your life, helping you find a job at a local coffee shop.

He’d stop by multiple times a day, a charming smile on his face as he’d place his order, asking you about how everything was going. 

His white and blue friends would laugh and throw indiscreet clues about someone having a crush on the waitress, but he’d ignore them, his eyes following you as you work, a smile on your face as you served customers. 

He’d start spending more time in your workplace, even during his off-duty days. His easy going personality making it easy to form a connection with you.

You seem to appreciate his concern and interest in your wellbeing and repay him by bringing him a few pastries for free. 

◾ Yandere!Officer who’ll ask you out when he gives you a ride back to your home, and despite feeling so flattered, you refuse him.

You’re not looking for relationships, still trying to achieve some normalcy in your life before jumping into the dating scenario. 

Besides, he’s not exactly your type. He’s tall and slender, firm muscles stretching out the clothes he wears. Not ripped and bulky, as you like.

But he’s not bad though, having really handsome features and you’ve heard your female coworkers whisper about him, their comments horny enough to make you blush. 

He smiles and assures you it’s fine and that he's okay being friends for now, but you have a bad feeling at the way his expression drops into a sinister frown when he thinks you’re not seeing. 

◾ Yandere!Officer who’ll keep his friendly demeanor, despite the new awkwardness between you two. He still likes you, even if you rejected him like he was an annoying bug.

Maybe you just need a bit of time before accepting him. He’ll wait as long as he can, but can’t stop himself from quickly getting irked when he sees some local guys flirting with you while you’re serving them food. 

Fingers tightly gripping his gun as jealousy burns in his chest. He should teach those guys a lesson for attempting to swoon you, don’t they know you’re his?

Fucking idiots. 

◾ Yandere!Officer who’ll ask you out a second time soon after that.

Your rejection leaves a sour taste in his mouth and this time he doesn’t bother pretending that he’s fine as he angrily storms out of your coffee shop, slamming the door behind him. 

◾ Yandere!Officer who’ll realize that he needs to move fast, otherwise you’ll end up choosing someone else. But knowing how stubborn you were, he’ll have to play dirty to get you in his arms. 

He apologizes for his previous behavior, genuine regret all over his face and of course you end up accepting it, alongside the flowers he offers you. 

But shortly after, you realize that it was all a big mistake. 

He playfully suggests you go out with him in return for him forgetting about the speeding tickets you didn’t even know you had accumulated. His goofy behavior almost makes it look like a harmless proposition.

But when he playfully implies that if you don’t, he may be forced to arrest and book you because of safety issues - that’s when you realize that maybe he’s not as innocent as you think him to be. 

◾ Yandere!Officer who points out that there’s nowhere for you to hide or run from him.

He’s a cop and that means access to a lot of information. Where you came from, your parents, their workplaces, their addresses, everything. 

So how about you play good girl for him? He’d hate anything bad happening to his future in-laws.