#if anything as a prank toward sans | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

kolyasupremanxy · 2 years

Text

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨, 𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢, 𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 , 𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚, 𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞, 𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲, 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥 & 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: Fluff(?), Romance

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : A bit ooc on Sigma(?) and Akutagawa

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.5k

𝐀/𝐧: So, I decided to make headcanons for 10 BSD men all at once. I usually make 12 headcanons per character along with a short scenario. I don't typically use "Y/n" or real names when writing fiction; instead, I prefer to use nicknames. However, there is a scenario here that I felt required the use of "Y/n". My requests are open, so feel free to request anything. If I don't respond, it only means I don't have an idea of how to fulfill your request. Sorry for any inconvenience.

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

Dazai would initially react with his usual humor and wit, making a joke about the situation to ease any tension.

However, deep down, Dazai would be surprised and flattered by the confession.

He would try to keep his composure and continue to act nonchalant, but his subtle blush and nervous fidgeting would give him away.

Dazai would try to keep the conversation light-hearted, asking questions about the confession and the person's feelings.

He would also try to gauge if the confession was genuine or if the person was playing a prank on him.

If he found out it was a genuine confession, Dazai would likely try to avoid giving a direct answer, as he enjoys teasing and keeping people on their toes.

However, he would also try to be honest with his feelings, expressing that he values their relationship and enjoys their company.

Dazai would also likely use this as an opportunity to flirt and charm the person, showcasing his suave and charming side.

He would likely confess his feelings in a unique and dramatic way, showcasing his flair for the dramatic and making the moment unforgettable.

If he didn't reciprocate the feelings, Dazai would try to let the person down gently, using his charm to make sure they don't feel too discouraged.

However, he would also likely keep the door open for a potential relationship in the future, leaving a bit of hope for the person.

If Dazai did have feelings for the person, he would still try to keep things light-hearted and playful, but he would also show a more vulnerable and sincere side.

He would likely confess his feelings in a unique and dramatic way, showcasing his flair for the dramatic and making the moment unforgettable.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You gather all the courage you have left and walk towards Dazai. Your heart is pounding so hard you can feel it in your throat. You stand in front of him and clear your throat, catching his attention.

"Dazai-san, there's something I need to tell you," you say, trying to keep your voice steady.

Dazai raises an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Oh? What is it?" he asks, a playful smirk on his lips.

You take a deep breath and look him straight in the eyes. "I've had feelings for you for a long time now," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper.

For a moment, Dazai looks surprised, as if he didn't expect you to say that. But then, he breaks into a wide grin and lets out a laugh.

"Well, that's quite a confession, isn't it?" he says, still chuckling. "But I have to say, I'm not exactly surprised. I mean, who wouldn't have feelings for me, right?"

You feel your cheeks flush at his teasing tone, but then Dazai's expression softens and he steps closer to you.

"But in all seriousness, I appreciate your honesty," he says, his voice low and sincere. "And I have to admit, I've had my eye on you for a while too."

Your heart skips a beat at his words, and you can't believe what you're hearing.

"Really?" you ask, almost disbelieving.

Dazai nods, a small smile on his lips. "Really. I was just waiting for the right moment to make a move. And I think this is it."

Before you can react, Dazai leans down and presses his lips to yours. It's a soft, gentle kiss, but it's filled with all the feelings you've been holding back for so long.

When you pull away, you find yourself staring into his warm brown eyes, feeling overwhelmed with emotions.

"Dazai-san, I don't know what to say," you say, feeling a little bit lost.

Dazai just smiles and takes your hand. "You don't have to say anything. Just let me show you how I feel."

𝐄𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

Ranpo would be amused if someone confessed to him, as he would have likely figured out their feelings before they even had a chance to tell him.

Despite his cocky demeanor, Ranpo would likely feel flattered by someone's confession and may even blush a little.

He would likely respond with his usual carefree attitude, making a witty remark or a joke about the situation.

Ranpo might playfully tease the person who confessed to him, saying things like, "I knew you couldn't resist my charms" or "I can't blame you for falling for me."

If he was interested in the person who confessed to him, he might give them a sly smile and say something like, "Well, maybe we should give this a try."

If he wasn't interested, he might let the person down gently, saying something like, "I'm flattered, but I don't think we're a good match."

Ranpo might use the situation as an opportunity to show off his deductive skills, trying to deduce why the person fell for him in the first place.

If the confession caught him off guard, he might take a moment to compose himself before responding, perhaps taking a sip of his beloved tea to buy some time.

Ranpo might enjoy the attention and affection from the person who confessed to him, but he wouldn't want to lead them on if he wasn't interested.

He might playfully flirt with the person who confessed to him, even if he didn't have any romantic feelings for them.

Ranpo might use the opportunity to get to know the person better, asking them questions about their interests and hobbies.

Despite his intelligence, Ranpo can be oblivious to some things, so it's possible that he might not have realized that someone had feelings for him until they confessed.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You had been working with Ranpo for a few months now, and you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. You knew he was incredibly intelligent, and you admired his abilities to solve any case with ease. However, you couldn't shake off the feeling that he knew about your feelings for him. Every time he looked at you, you felt like he could see right through you.

One day, while you were working on a case together, you couldn't keep it inside any longer. You took a deep breath and turned to him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Ranpo, I have something to tell you," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

He looked up from his book and raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it?"

You took another deep breath and said, "I...I have feelings for you. I know it's sudden, but I couldn't keep it inside any longer."

Ranpo's eyes widened for a moment, and you could see a flash of surprise on his face. But then, he grinned widely and leaned back in his chair.

"Well, well, well, it looks like someone has fallen for the great Edogawa Ranpo," he said, his voice laced with amusement.

You felt a twinge of embarrassment at his words, but you couldn't help but smile at his playful tone.

"But don't worry, my dear," he continued. "I'm not oblivious to your charms. In fact, I was just waiting for you to make the first move."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. Ranpo had known all along? But then, you reminded yourself that this was Ranpo you were dealing with, and nothing could really surprise you when it came to him.

"Really?" you asked, a bit skeptical.

"Of course, my dear," he said, getting up from his chair and walking over to you. "I've been waiting for this moment for quite some time now."

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, making your heart flutter.

"You're just as clever as I thought you were," he said, smiling down at you.

You couldn't help but feel a rush of happiness at his words. Maybe this was the start of something great with the person you admired and cared for so deeply.

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨

If someone confessed to him, Kunikida would be initially caught off guard and might become flustered as he tries to process the situation.

Kunikida is a practical person who values efficiency and order, so he would probably want to discuss the confession in a structured way, asking questions to understand the person's feelings and intentions.

He would also likely evaluate his own feelings towards the person, considering if he feels the same way or if he needs time to think about it.

Kunikida is strict and has high standards, so the confession would need to align with his 56 requirements for his ideal woman.

Despite his strictness, Kunikida does have a kind and caring side, so he would try to handle the situation with tact and respect for the person's feelings.

If he doesn't reciprocate the person's feelings, he would try to let them down gently and honestly, explaining his reasons and expressing his appreciation for their courage in confessing.

On the other hand, if he does have feelings for the person, he might not show it immediately, as he tends to keep his emotions under control.

Instead, he would try to approach the situation logically, considering the potential implications and whether a relationship would align with his values and goals.

Kunikida is also protective of those he cares about, so he would want to make sure that he could provide for and support the person before entering into a relationship.

His initial reaction might come off as cold or distant, but he would likely open up over time as he becomes more comfortable and confident in the relationship.

Kunikida is a private person, so he might not be overly affectionate in public, but he would show his love and appreciation in his own way.

Ultimately, if Kunikida enters into a relationship, he would be loyal, dedicated, and committed, valuing the person's honesty, integrity, and hard work.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You've been working alongside Kunikida for quite some time now. You're always impressed with how organized he is, and how he can manage to complete every task assigned to him with such dedication and efficiency. You've started to develop feelings for him, but you're afraid that he might not feel the same way.

One day, while you're working together, you decide to take the plunge and confess your feelings to him. You walk up to him and clear your throat nervously.

"Kunikida-san, there's something I need to tell you," you say.

Kunikida looks up from his work, clearly surprised by your sudden seriousness. "What is it?"

You take a deep breath and confess your feelings, telling him how much you admire his work ethic and how you've come to see him as more than just a colleague.

Kunikida's face remains expressionless as he listens to you, but you can see a hint of surprise in his eyes. When you finish, he takes a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Thank you for telling me, (Y/N)," he finally says. "I appreciate your honesty."

You're not sure what to make of his response, and the silence that follows is almost unbearable. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Kunikida speaks again.

"I must confess that I didn't see this coming," he admits. "But I respect your feelings, and I will consider them carefully."

You feel a sense of relief wash over you at his words. At least he's not rejecting you outright.

The two of you continue to work together as usual, but you can't help feeling self-conscious around him. However, as the days pass, you notice that Kunikida seems to be paying more attention to you. He starts to ask you more personal questions, and even starts to share more about himself.

One day, while the two of you are working late, Kunikida suddenly turns to you and says, "You know, (Y/N), I think I might have some requirements for my ideal woman that are unnecessary."

You look at him in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Well, for example, I always thought that my ideal partner should have a background in literature or philosophy. But now I realize that's not necessarily important."

You can feel your heart fluttering in your chest. Could this be a sign that Kunikida is considering a relationship with you?

As the night wears on, you both continue to work in silence, but the atmosphere between you is charged with unspoken feelings. Finally, Kunikida turns to you and says, "Would you like to go out for dinner sometime, (Y/N)?"

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of elation wash over you. Maybe your confession wasn't in vain after all.

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

Atsushi would be extremely flustered if someone confessed their feelings to him, as he's not used to receiving that kind of attention.

He might initially doubt the sincerity of the confession, assuming that it's a prank or a misunderstanding.

Atsushi would struggle to express his own feelings in response, as he's not confident in his ability to navigate romantic relationships.

He might become overly self-conscious, worrying that he's not good enough for the person who confessed to him.

Atsushi would likely seek the advice of his friends in the Armed Detective Agency, particularly Dazai and Kunikida.

He would be grateful for the support and encouragement of his friends, and would turn to them for guidance in how to respond to the confession.

Atsushi's instinct would be to prioritize the other person's feelings and needs over his own, and he would struggle to assert his own boundaries and desires.

He might feel overwhelmed by the intensity of his own emotions, as well as the emotions of the person who confessed to him.

Atsushi would be hesitant to rush into anything, and would want to take things slow in order to make sure that he's making the right decision.

He would worry about the potential consequences of starting a romantic relationship, particularly if it could put himself or the other person in danger.

Atsushi's kindness and desire to help others would make him eager to do whatever he can to make the person who confessed to him happy, even if that means sacrificing his own comfort or well-being.

Ultimately, if Atsushi reciprocates the feelings of the person who confessed to him, he would be incredibly loyal and devoted, and would work tirelessly to make the relationship work.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Atsushi sat on a bench in the park, his thoughts wandering aimlessly as he stared at the ground. He had just received a text from his friend, asking to meet up in the park. As he waited, he felt a flutter in his stomach, wondering what could be the reason behind the sudden request.

Soon enough, his friend arrived, running over with a smile on her face. Atsushi felt his heart skip a beat as he looked at her. He had always thought she was beautiful, but had never been able to muster up the courage to tell her.

"Hey Atsushi, how are you?" she asked, her eyes sparkling as she spoke.

"I'm good, thanks for asking," he replied, feeling his face heat up slightly.

They talked for a while about their day and their plans for the future, enjoying each other's company. Atsushi found himself laughing more than usual, enjoying the lightness of the conversation.

Suddenly, his friend took a deep breath, her face turning red. Atsushi's heart began to race as he waited for her to speak.

"There's something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to say this, but...I really like you, Atsushi."

Atsushi felt his heart swell with joy, unable to believe what he had just heard. He had always harbored feelings for her, but had never thought they could be reciprocated.

"I like you too," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I have for a while now, but I was too scared to tell you."

They both smiled at each other, feeling the weight of their unspoken feelings lifted. The park suddenly seemed brighter, the flowers more vibrant, and the sky bluer. They spent the rest of the evening enjoying each other's company, feeling content and happy.

As they parted ways, Atsushi felt a sense of excitement for what the future could hold. He knew that whatever it was, he wanted her to be a part of it.

𝐅𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐘𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢

If someone confessed to him, Fukuzawa would be taken aback and would need a moment to process what just happened. He is not someone who is used to receiving romantic attention and is often preoccupied with his work.

However, once he has had a chance to think things through, he would approach the situation with his usual calm and collected demeanor. He would carefully consider the confession and the feelings behind it before responding.

Despite his cold and intimidating exterior, Fukuzawa is actually a kind-hearted person and would not want to hurt the other person's feelings. He would make an effort to let them down gently, but firmly.

Fukuzawa values honesty and would appreciate the bravery it takes to confess one's feelings. He would also be impressed by the other person's courage and would hold them in higher esteem as a result.

That being said, Fukuzawa's work as the leader of the Armed Detective Agency often takes precedence over his personal life. He may feel conflicted about pursuing a romantic relationship while he is so heavily focused on his duties.

If the other person is persistent, Fukuzawa would eventually let his guard down and open up to them. He would be a devoted and caring partner once he feels comfortable enough to do so.

Despite the age difference¹, Fukuzawa would not be too bothered by it. He values maturity and emotional intelligence over physical age and would appreciate someone who is able to keep up with his level of discourse.

Fukuzawa is a bit of a workaholic and would likely need to be reminded to take breaks and spend quality time with his partner. He is not always the best at expressing his emotions, but he would make an effort to show his affection in his own way.

Fukuzawa has a dry sense of humor and would appreciate someone who can keep up with his wit. He is not one for romantic gestures or grand displays of affection, but would show his love through practical gestures and thoughtful deeds.

He is a cat lover and would likely have several feline companions. He may even use his love for cats as a way to bond with his partner, inviting them over to meet his furry friends.

Fukuzawa is a private person and would not want his personal life to become the subject of gossip or speculation. He would prefer to keep his relationship low-key and between him and his partner.

Despite his intimidating demeanor, Fukuzawa is a man of integrity and would treat his partner with respect and consideration. He is not one to play games or manipulate others and would be a stable and reliable presence in his partner's life.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

You've been working at the Armed Detective Agency for a few months now, and every day, you find yourself more drawn to the agency's leader, Fukuzawa Yukichi. Despite his reserved and intimidating demeanor, you've grown to admire his strength and intelligence.

One day, you finally work up the courage to confess your feelings to him. "Fukuzawa-san, I know this might be inappropriate, but I just wanted to tell you that I have feelings for you."

For a moment, Fukuzawa remains silent, his expression unreadable. You start to regret your confession, but then he speaks. "I appreciate your honesty, (Name)," he says, his voice low and serious. "But you must understand that I am the leader of this agency, and my responsibilities must always come first. I cannot allow myself to become romantically involved with any member of my team."

You feel your heart sink, but you try to keep a brave face. "I understand," you say softly. "I just couldn't keep my feelings to myself any longer."

Fukuzawa nods, then turns to leave the room. As he reaches the door, he pauses and looks back at you. "But know this," he says. "I have always admired your dedication and hard work. You are a valuable member of this team, and I would hate to lose you."

His words bring a small smile to your face, and you nod in gratitude. Even though your confession didn't go as planned, you feel a sense of relief that you were able to express your feelings to him.

In the days that follow, Fukuzawa seems to make an effort to spend more time with you. He invites you to work on projects together and even takes you out to lunch a few times. Although he remains reserved, you start to sense a shift in his demeanor.

One day, while you're working on something, Fukuzawa came to you, He suddenly speaks up. "You know, (Name), I've been thinking about what you said to me the other day," he says, his tone gentle. "And I realize that I may have been too quick to dismiss your feelings."

Your heart races as he continues. "I cannot deny that I am drawn to you as well. But we must proceed with caution. Our work here is too important to risk any distractions."

You nod, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "Of course, Fukuzawa-san," you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

From that day forward, your relationship with Fukuzawa becomes more intimate. You start spending more time together outside of work, and you begin to see a softer side of him that you never knew existed. And although he remains reserved in public, you can tell that he cares for you deeply.

As you sit together one evening, watching his cats play in the living room, he turns to you and takes your hand. "I may be emotionally reserved," he says, his voice soft. "But I want you to know that I care for you deeply, (Name). You are important to me."

Tears well up in your eyes as you lean in to kiss him, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. Although it took time and patience, you are grateful that you were able to find love with someone as strong and intelligent as Fukuzawa Yukichi.

𝐍𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

Chuuya may initially seem annoyed or irritated if someone were to confess their feelings to him, as he is not used to dealing with romantic situations.

However, if the person confessing to him is someone he cares about, Chuuya would be willing to listen to them and consider their feelings.

Chuuya is a very straightforward person, so he would appreciate someone being honest with him about their feelings.

He would also be flattered by the confession, even if he doesn't necessarily feel the same way.

Chuuya has a strong sense of pride and doesn't like to show vulnerability, so he may initially try to deflect the confession or make light of the situation.

However, if the person confessing to him is persistent, he may eventually let his guard down and open up to them.

Chuuya has a soft spot for women, so if the person confessing to him is a woman, he may be more receptive to their feelings.

He loves wine and fine dining, so he may suggest going out to a fancy restaurant to talk things over.

Chuuya is a skilled fighter, so he may use fighting analogies or metaphors to express his thoughts and feelings about the situation.

If he does not reciprocate the feelings, Chuuya would be honest with the person and let them down gently.

However, if he does feel the same way, Chuuya would likely take things slow and be cautious in building a romantic relationship.

Ultimately, Chuuya is a complex character with many layers, and his reaction to a confession would depend on the specific circumstances and the person confessing to him.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

As Chuuya finished his drink at the bar, he noticed a woman sitting next to him. She looked up and caught his eye, and he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed by her presence.

"Is there something you want?" he asked with a smirk.

The woman took a deep breath and looked directly at him. "Actually, yes. I have something I need to tell you."

Chuuya raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? And what might that be?"

The woman hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage. "I just wanted to say that I really admire you, Chuuya. You're so strong and talented, and I've always been attracted to your confidence and your charm."

Chuuya's expression softened a bit as he listened to her words. He wasn't used to receiving compliments like that, especially from a stranger. "Well, I must say, I do have a certain...flair, don't I?"

The woman chuckled at his cocky comment, but then grew serious again. "But seriously, Chuuya. I have to be honest with you. I've had feelings for you for a while now, and I just couldn't keep them to myself anymore."

Chuuya's eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment he was at a loss for words. He didn't know what to say or how to react. But then he looked back at the woman, who was looking at him expectantly, and he saw something in her eyes that made him feel a strange mix of emotions. He saw sincerity and vulnerability, and he saw a reflection of his own hidden feelings.

Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand. "I...I appreciate your honesty," he said, his voice softer than before. "And I have to admit, I've been feeling a certain...attraction to you as well."

The woman's eyes lit up with joy and relief, and she leaned in closer to him. "Really? You mean that?"

Chuuya nodded, and then leaned in to kiss her. As their lips met, he felt a rush of emotions that he had never experienced before. He felt excitement and passion, but also a sense of vulnerability and fear. He wasn't used to opening up to others, but something about this woman made him feel like he could trust her.

As they pulled away from the kiss, Chuuya smiled and looked into the woman's eyes. "I think we should get to know each other better," he said.

The woman smiled back at him, her eyes shining with happiness. "I'd like that," she said.

And with that, they both knew that they had taken the first step on a new journey together. A journey that would be filled with challenges and obstacles, but also with love and happiness.

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Akutagawa would initially be caught off guard by a confession as he is not used to people expressing their feelings towards him.

He would likely become defensive and try to push the person away, as he is not used to dealing with emotions and finds them to be a weakness.

Despite his harsh exterior, Akutagawa may secretly crave love and affection, and the confession may stir up some unfamiliar feelings within him.

He would likely analyze the situation and the person's motives carefully, as he is a strategic thinker and does not want to be taken advantage of.

If the person is able to break through his walls and earn his trust, he may eventually open up and reciprocate their feelings.

Akutagawa's intense pride and sense of superiority may initially make it difficult for him to accept someone else's affections, as he does not like to feel inferior to anyone.

His initial response may be to reject the person and assert his dominance, but this is likely a defense mechanism to avoid vulnerability.

Over time, if the person persists and shows him genuine care and affection, Akutagawa may begin to soften and let down his guard.

Despite his initial resistance, Akutagawa may secretly enjoy the attention and affection, as he has likely never experienced it before.

His sense of duty to the Port Mafia may also make him hesitant to pursue a romantic relationship, as he does not want it to interfere with his work.

However, if the person is able to understand and respect his commitment to the mafia, they may be able to work through any obstacles and build a relationship.

Ultimately, if Akutagawa is able to overcome his fear of vulnerability and open himself up to love, he may find a deep sense of fulfillment and happiness in a relationship.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

It was just another day at the Port Mafia headquarters, and Akutagawa was in the middle of a training session. He was focused and dedicated, his eyes never leaving his opponent as he deftly dodged their attacks and launched his own.

As the training session ended, Akutagawa walked towards his locker to grab his belongings. As he was putting on his coat, he heard footsteps approaching him. Turning around, he saw a woman standing before him. She looked nervous, her hands fidgeting and her eyes darting around.

"Can I help you?" Akutagawa asked, his tone cold and indifferent.

The woman took a deep breath before speaking. "I-I have something I need to tell you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Akutagawa raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And what is that?" he asked.

The woman took another deep breath before blurting out, "I have feelings for you."

Akutagawa stared at her for a few moments, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "You have feelings for me?" he repeated, almost as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

The woman nodded, her cheeks turning pink with embarrassment. "Yes, I do. I know it's probably foolish, but I just had to tell you."

akutagawa was silent for a few more moments, seemingly lost in thought. finally, he spoke again. "i...i don't know what to say," he said, his voice uncharacteristically soft.

the woman looked up at him, hope and fear mingling in her eyes. "do you feel the same way?" she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

akutagawa took a step closer to her, his eyes locked onto hers. "yes," he said simply. "i do."

the woman's eyes widened in surprise and delight. "really?" she asked, a smile breaking out on her face.

akutagawa nodded, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "really," he repeated.

As they stood there, looking at each other, a sense of warmth and happiness filled the air. For Akutagawa, who was so used to being alone, this was a new and unfamiliar feeling. But as he looked into the woman's eyes, he knew that it was a feeling he wanted to hold onto for a long time.

𝐅𝐲𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫 𝐃𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐬𝐤𝐲

Fyodor would initially appear indifferent to the confession, maintaining his usual calm and collected demeanor.

He would likely analyze the situation, weighing the pros and cons of reciprocating the feelings.

Fyodor would appreciate the courage it took for the person to confess their feelings to him and would offer a polite response.

He would likely not reciprocate the feelings right away, preferring to take his time and consider his own feelings towards the person.

Fyodor's cold and distant nature may make it difficult for the person to gauge his true feelings towards them.

He may express his appreciation for the person's qualities and acknowledge the chemistry between them, but still remain distant.

Fyodor may attempt to divert the conversation away from his own feelings and instead focus on the other person's well-being.

He may offer his friendship and support, even if he doesn't feel romantically inclined towards the person.

Fyodor may also see the confession as an opportunity to gain leverage over the person or to use them for his own ends.

He would likely not be swayed by emotional pleas or dramatic displays of affection, preferring rational and logical thinking.

Fyodor may also use the situation as a chance to manipulate the person, playing mind games to test their loyalty or to gain information.

Ultimately, if Fyodor were to reciprocate the feelings, it would likely be on his own terms and in his own time, without any external pressure.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

The atmosphere is tense as the person takes a deep breath and confesses their feelings to Fyodor. "I know this might come as a surprise, but I have feelings for you. I've been struggling with these feelings for a while, and I couldn't hold them back anymore. I just had to tell you."

Fyodor looks at the person with a neutral expression. "I see. Thank you for telling me."

The person starts to feel anxious and fidgets with their hands. "I know I might not be your type or even someone you're interested in, but I just had to let you know how I feel."

Fyodor nods his head slightly. "I understand. I appreciate your honesty and bravery."

The person looks at Fyodor, hoping to see some sort of reaction from him. "Do you have any response? How do you feel?"

Fyodor takes a moment to think before responding. "I must admit that your confession has caught me off guard. I need some time to think and consider my own feelings towards you. I hope you understand."

The person nods, feeling a bit disappointed but also understanding of Fyodor's cold and analytical nature. "I understand. Thank you for being honest with me."

Fyodor nods in return. "Of course. I will let you know my decision in due time.

𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐢 𝐆𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐥

If someone were to confess their feelings to Nikolai, he would be initially taken aback by the sudden confession. Being the energetic and silly person he is, Nikolai might try to make a joke out of the situation to ease the tension. However, as the confession sinks in, Nikolai might become more serious and start to think about the person's feelings and his own. He would likely be conflicted due to his involvement with the criminal organization and the danger it poses to the person he cares about. Nikolai would appreciate the person's honesty and courage in confessing their feelings to him, and would make sure to let them know. He might be hesitant to reciprocate the feelings right away, preferring to take his time to sort out his own emotions and thoughts. Nikolai's scar and his desire to be free of emotions may make him appear cold or unfeeling, but he would try his best to convey his true feelings to the person.

He might make a silly analogy or use one of his "quizzes" to express his feelings in a unique and unexpected way.

Nikolai's love for birds might come into play as he tries to explain his feelings, comparing the person to a free bird he wants to protect and cherish.

Despite being involved in criminal activities, Nikolai has a soft and caring side to him, which might surprise the person confessing their feelings to him.

The atmosphere during the confession might start off tense and awkward, but Nikolai's energy and humor would lighten the mood and make the conversation more comfortable.

Overall, Nikolai's reaction would be unpredictable, but he would ultimately prioritize the safety and well-being of the person he cares about while navigating his own emotions.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

Nikolai was in the middle of one of his theatric quizzes when the person he had a crush on suddenly interrupted him with a confession. He stopped mid-sentence and blinked in surprise, momentarily thrown off balance by the unexpected confession.

But true to his silly and energetic nature, Nikolai quickly regained his composure and flashed a wide grin. "Well, well, well, it looks like someone's got a little crush on me, huh?" he teased, waggling his eyebrows playfully.

The atmosphere was electric as Nikolai leaned in, his expression mischievous. "Tell me, my dear, have you always had a thing for dangerous criminals like myself? Or is it just my charming good looks?" he joked, laughing as he tousled their hair affectionately.

But beneath all the teasing and theatrics, Nikolai's heart was racing with excitement. He had always secretly harbored feelings for this person, but had never expected them to feel the same way.

As the confession sunk in, Nikolai felt a warmth spreading through his chest, a feeling of joy and contentment that he had never experienced before. For once in his life, he felt like he could let go of his facade of indifference and be vulnerable with someone.

"Listen, my dove," he said, his voice softer now, "I've always admired your courage and your spirit. And if you feel the same way about me, then I think we could have a lot of fun together."

𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐦𝐚

Sigma would initially be surprised and caught off guard by the confession, as he tends to keep to himself and doesn't actively seek out romantic relationships.

He would likely try to remain composed and professional, given his role as a casino manager and his desire to maintain a certain image.

Despite his initial shock, Sigma would be flattered by the confession and would thank the person for their honesty and bravery in confessing their feelings.

Sigma may be hesitant to reciprocate the feelings, as he is still unsure of his own abilities and self-worth. However, he would be open to getting to know the person better and possibly exploring a relationship with them.

He would likely be very respectful and considerate towards the person, listening attentively to their thoughts and feelings and offering his own perspective in return.

Sigma's innocent and pure nature may make it difficult for him to fully understand and reciprocate romantic feelings, but he would do his best to navigate the situation with kindness and sincerity.

He may also use his Information Exchange Ability to gather more information about the person's feelings and intentions, in order to make a more informed decision about whether or not to pursue a relationship with them.

Sigma's composed and professional demeanor may give way to moments of vulnerability and insecurity as he processes his own emotions and tries to figure out what he wants.

He may seek advice from his colleagues or confidantes in order to better understand his own feelings and navigate the situation.

Sigma would likely approach the situation with a sense of curiosity and openness, eager to explore new experiences and emotions.

He may also feel a sense of responsibility towards the person who confessed to him, wanting to ensure that they feel heard and respected even if he ultimately decides not to pursue a relationship with them.

Overall, Sigma would approach the situation with a mixture of apprehension, curiosity, and kindness, doing his best to navigate his own emotions and desires while also considering the feelings of the person who confessed to him.

𝐒𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨 :

The atmosphere in the Sky Casino is lively and bustling with patrons enjoying the games and entertainment. Sigma is walking through the main floor, checking on the status of the casino and its customers. Suddenly, he is approached by someone he recognizes as a regular customer. They nervously confess their feelings to Sigma, admitting that they've had a crush on him for some time.

Sigma is taken aback by the sudden confession, his usual calm and confident demeanor wavering for a moment. "I...I don't know what to say," he stammers, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment.

You look at Sigma with hopeful eyes, waiting for a response. "I've always admired you from afar," you continue. "You seem so composed and capable, even in the face of adversity."

Sigma takes a deep breath and gathers his thoughts. "Thank you for your kind words," he says with a small smile. "I must admit, I've had my eye on you as well."

Youreyes widen in surprise and happines. "Really?" they ask, barely able to contain their excitement.

"Yes, really," Sigma replies, feeling more confident as he speaks. "Your presence always brings a smile to my face, and I find myself looking forward to seeing you every time you come here."

Your face lights up with joy as you hug Sigma, thanking him for his honesty and reciprocation of your feelings. Sigma's heart fills with warmth as he embraces you back, feeling grateful for the chance to experience such a genuine and heartfelt moment.

¹ It's not really about the age gap, The reader is somewhat childish yk smth like that HAHAHAHA

I literally spent two days writing this, so if I see someone saying I stole it, I'm going to lose my shit.

Thank you for reading!

Do Not Copy or Plagiarize Any of My Fics. Reblogs Are Very Appreciated.

3K notes · View notes

xiefuyu · 1 year

Text

overworked.

-- bonten x reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — non-con drugging (its bonten, what did you expect) (its for your own safety tho...?), cursing, it's bonten timeline that's a spoiler itself, platonic relationship, not proofread

:a/n — I ain't indulging non-con behaviors everyone t___t

Being Bonten’s intern was hell.

But hey, they pay much more than your ordinary 8-5 job so it works and you’re not going to complain loudly. It’s just one of those days where you’re full of work. Like full full kind of full. You wish it was your stomach that was full of food instead.

The light coming from your computer is starting to make your eyes sting and your lower back is being a bitch from how long you’ve been in the same position for hours.

When you first started this intern thing, the work wasn’t this heavy but as the time went by, you noticed how the top executives became comfortable with you to the point that they dumped their report-making to you.

(Let’s be honest, they’re just straight up bullying you.)

(Let’s be honest, you want to kill them.)

But you’re a broke person who’s living in a penthouse given by your boss, Sano Manjiro, and living off of the pay given by Kokonoi so yes, you’re going to fucking endure this like how Takeomi is still enduring life despite being the lung cancer’s incarnate.

You sigh and decide to take a break. You start questioning the existence of time when you saw that the sun had already risen. What the actual fuck? You swear it was just nighttime! Were you taking Sanzu’s drugs without knowing it? Did Bonten decide to prank you and cover your office windows with big TVs?

You groan and curse.

“Fucking great, not a single wink of sleep again.” you tell yourself and slap your thigh for being stupid for letting yourself disassociate with reality.

You stand up, determined to put some kind of food in your stomach because goddamn, you swear you just saw a grim reaper standing beside your desk, raising an eyebrow at you because of your condition.

You flip off your hallucinated grim reaper and start walking. It’s morning, you remind yourself. It’s morning and those goddamn lazy ass executives (Ran and Sanzu) will come in any time now. The thought of dealing with their asses makes you roll your eyes, immediately regretting it because it caused a goddamn pounding in your head.

You just hope you don’t run into one of them while you’re on your journey to get food.

Who are you even kidding? Your office is literally beside Sanzu’s so it wasn’t a surprise when you bumped into him on your way to the general kitchen.

“Good morning, Sanzu-san.” you greet because you’re not an asshole and he’s literally your boss. “Aren’t you an early bird?” he teases, eyebrows wiggling. You roll your eyes in your mind, just giving him a smile and walking past him towards the kitchen.

Sanzu doesn’t miss your darkened eyebags and the fact that you’re still wearing what you were wearing yesterday.

“Oh, right, the fridge doesn’t have anything, kid.” he says and grins as he watches you close your eyes in an attempt to calm down. “Come on, I’ll treat you to the canteen below.” he beckons and you shake your head.

“It’s fine, Sanzu-san. I can pay for my own food. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Sanzu just hums, following you like a lost kid. “Kid, did you finish my report?”

Kid.

Old ass man.

Calling you kid as if you’re not younger by 4 years only.

“Yes. I’ll bring it to you later, Sanzu-san. Will you be at your office?” He gives you a lazy smile and shrugs. “Who knows?” if he’s not your boss and the fact that he could kill you without hesitation, you would have cursed him in his face already. But you’re kind so you remain silent and patiently wait for the elevator doors to open.

The both of you walk in silence towards the canteen. The atmosphere suddenly drops when the lower members of Bonten see Sanzu behind you. It was a common occurrence but it doesn’t fail to remind you that the man walking behind you was a criminal. A big, experienced, and an unhinged one at that.

The smell and sight of food makes your stomach growl silently and you walk faster, hoping Sanzu didn’t hear it because this bitch will surely tease you for it. Fortunately, he remains silent behind you, just watching you get your food, not even getting some for him. He follows you to a table, sitting across you, still silent.

“Do you have anything to say, Sanzu-san?” you asked when he remained looking at you. It wasn’t uncomfortable for you but you sure as hell found it annoying, wanting nothing but poke his eyes with the fork you’re holding.

“You stink,” he says.

You close your eyes, breathing in and out deeply, calming yourself down. No, you don’t stink, thank you very much. Despite being holed in your office for almost 24 hours, you still smell like your perfume, vanilla extract and pastell herbs.

You don’t say anything, opting to continue eating because you’re fucking hungry and you’re sane enough to priorities yourself before this spawn of Satan himself.

The two of you sit in silence.

You don’t know why but Sanzu got you an ice cream, shrugging when you threw him a confused look. “I did say I’ll treat you,” he says.

You thank him and let yourself smile when you see that it’s your favourite flavour. Without further ado, you start eating your ice cream, unaware of Sanzu’s wicked grin.

A few minutes later, your eyelids feel heavy, making you frown. Is it a food coma? You used to feel sleepy after eating sometimes but you know that it’s not the case this time. You look up at Sanzu and curse when you see him grinning at you.

“Sanzu-san…what…”

“Not drugs.”

With that confirmation, you let yourself succumb to darkness, cursing Sanzu silently and hoping he didn’t hear you.

“Sanzu-san…you fucker…” Sanzu laughs loudly when he hears you cursing him. It’s your fault for trusting him and eating the ice cream that he gave you, honestly. (Not true, Sanzu is just an idiot).

He stands up to pick your limp body up and makes his way to his office. “The fuck? What happened?” he hears Kokonoi asking, looking at you in worry. “Nothing. Just made her fall asleep.” he says.

Kokonoi sighs loudly, “Sanzu, did you fucking put a sleeping pill in her food?” he asks, upset. “Bingo!” Sanzu exclaims, not so loudly, before grinning at Kokonoi’s tired facade at him.

“I told you not to do- whatever.” Kokonoi cuts himself off, already knowing that he won’t get across Sanzu’s thick skull and when he sees you still wearing your yesterday’s outfit. “Bring her to the private lounge, not your office.” he warns. Sanzu rolls his eyes but nods, his plan to let you nap in his office gone.

He’s more than aware that you’ll curse him in your mind when you wake up.

But hey, seeing you snuggling closer to the blanket he put over you and deeper into the pillow was enough to dull the regret he’s feeling for overworking you.

(Don’t be deceived, he’ll overwork you again by dumping his report-making to you.)

By the time you regain consciousness, it was already dark outside, making you sit up abruptly, ignoring the sudden dizziness caused by your action.

“Get some more sleep.” you jump at the voice, head whipping around the source and you curse in your head when you see that it’s just Mikey.

“Boss.” you called out. “I’m okay now, boss.” you throw the blanket aside but stops when you see that Mikey’s hand is playing with a familiar sleeping pill. “What did I tell you about overworking?” His tone was that of command, making your heart beat faster.

You curse Sanzu for forcing you to rest. If he didn’t, you could have showered in your office so as to not cause suspicions that you stayed in for the night.

Your bosses, the top executives, are absolute menaces (except Kakucho, Mochi, and Kokonoi) but you’re aware that they care about you and your health. Including Mikey, the top boss.

Ironic how they literally hired you to do work that involves playing with Death himself.

“I apologise, sir. I lost track of time.” you answer, bowing slightly, hoping Mikey will just let this slide.

And he will. He always does for some reason.

You hear him sigh and you look up, victory bubbling in your chest. “Just go to sleep. It’s already late.” he warns as if he won’t let some of his boys drive you home where the security is tight as hell.

“I need to shower, boss…” you say, feeling icky now that you’re hyper aware of the fact that you still haven’t cleaned your body. “Use the shower here, then. I am sure you have clothes in your office.”

You ignore how he emphasised the word office as if he can’t believe you have spare clothes, home clothes, rather, in your office.

In his defense, you’re not supposed to have those kinds of clothes in your office because they belong to your house. Because he already warned you about not overworking yourself to the point that you sleep in your office.

“Then, please excuse me.” you sheepishly said, bowing at him again. He says and does nothing, just watching you walk away.

When you get back to the private lounge (because you’re not allowed to go home as it was already late) you see Mikey still there.

He points at the sofa bed,

“Sleep,” he commands. Maybe it’s because your exhaustion is catching up to you but you found yourself already slipping away from reality.

Nevertheless, you were still a little bit awake when Mikey stood up and made his way towards you. You were still lucid when you feel his cold hand patting your head along with an almost familiar soft-

“Have sweet dreams.”

Letting your eyes close completely, you smile a little and mumbles a you, too, Mikey-san, before falling asleep for the second time that day.

A/N; might be a mini series again woah haahah

@bontensbabygirl

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fic #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers spoiler #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x y/n #sanzu haruchiyo x reader #bonten x reader #bonten x yn #xiefuyu's

842 notes · View notes

derangedanomaly · 8 months

Note

I’ve just seen that you did my request and I love it, ty!! (I was the one that requested the weird sleep scenario)

I’d like to request something again, bad sanses + star sanses with a gender neutral skeleton reader that sorta has powers like a genie. They can float, turn invisible, (still has most of the powers a usual sans has) and are very mischievous. The way they can grant wishes is giving someone a marble looking thing and when that person makes a wish, the marble will break and they’ll have to repay reader with something (can be either something shiny or some bones to chew on) they also don’t have a bottle, that’s the only genie thing they don’t have lol

Can i be 💤 anon?

Ah! Hello again anon💤! :D

Yes, that request was quite fun to write! Ok, since there are so many characters, they're probably not gonna be very long, still, I hope you'll enjoy this!

(Sorry for taking so long!)

Au Sanses x Genie reader

(Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Error, Dream, Ink, Swap)

Nightmare:

Nightmare actually found your powers quiet mesmerizing at first.

He interrogated you about the powers, and pronounced that your powers aren't very much helpful to him..I mean, yeah, you can grant wishes, but what exactly can- OH MY GOD IS THAT THE LIMITED BOOK HE WANTED BUT COULDN'T MANAGE TO GET?!

Keeps you around simply just for granting wishes 💀 (Asshole)

Doesn't really like the way your powers operate, but can't really do anything about it 🤷‍♀️

Please, don't try to scare him by turning invisible, he might just kill you.

Your relationship has a very rocky start...but you both slowly started to get along.

I swear...he has a constant headache just by your friendship with Killer.

He would do anything in order for you two to stop pulling these stupid pranks on him.

Sometimes likes to stare at you while you're floating around. He just finds that really cool. (Bitch is not gonna admit that 💀)

He hates how much he loves you 🥰

Killer:

THE BEST OF FRIENDS

Killer always felt like the odd one among the bad sanses...they all had their own perspective best friend, but he didn't have one.

Until you came along.

Killer's so clingy towards you after you became best friends...

You guys do a lot of stuff together! Many of them include pranking the others though..

Killer keeps on flirting with you in hopes of scoring a date with you. And if you don't get his flirting, then he'll just cover it up by saying that it's just a friendly banter. (It breaks his nonexistent heart though :(

The first time you scared him by turning invisible, he got very angry, until noticing it was you. Then his whole mood shifted as he just laughed it off. (Bro is a simp)

He was, and will be, so confused that you don't have a bottle. Like what do you mean that it doesn't work like in Aladdin?!

He likes to bother you with very useless wishes, "I wish for that remote on the table to appear in my hands." It was in front of him.

Bro is BROKE ASFF!!! His wallet cries after every wish he makes.. he could repay you with something else than money..but he didn't like to give his stuff away.

Dust:

Dust is a closeted nerd...so of course the first thing he does is whip out his book and write down everything about you.

It's his first time seeing a genie. Of course he's gonna ask a lot of questions!

He loves to study you, to the point where you felt like a wild animal in the Zoo.

He's silently sitting on a nearby chair as you grant Horror his wish, staring at you.. studying how your powers work.

It's gotten to the point where you're getting kinda creeped out..

You, at first, thought that he wanted to make a wish or something, but when he denied it just as you asked him.. you got confused even more.

Bro is staring so much that he eventually stops studying your powers, and is instead studying you.

He now notices even the smallest things about you.

Is getting a little obsessed, not gonna lie, but it's cute. So you'll allow it ;)

Horror:

His reaction to you being a genie is actually very wholesome.. (surprisingly). He wishes for his Au to not be in deep starvation..and for them to finally get out of the underground. Basically, kinda resetting everything that's happened after Frisk left.

You sadly can't grant this wish of his, which leaves him sad and angry. But you do give him a giant meat. (Which made his mood a little better.)

You started to feel sad for him after this moment, so you started to talk to him regularly. Which he enjoyed.

Horror's not much of a talker, so he'll just listen to you most of the time.

It's also partially because he likes to listen to your voice.. ❤️

Horror likes the sound that your powers make whenever you grant a wish, so he's always nearby whenever you're granting wishes. (It's just a little bell that sounds off)

Becomes attached to you, very quickly.

Defends you from Nightmare to the best of his abilities.

Horror's the tallest of the Sanses, (my HC) so he'll be so mesmerized when you float up higher above him. He won't lie, he likes this change. Having to look up for once instead of down.

He likes how your powers operate. It seems fair to him. 🤷‍♀️

Error:

He immediately took advantage of the fact you can grant wishes.

He wished for so many things! Such as; getting Classic's autograph, make Ink disappear, have a popcorn maker, wishing for chocolate,...

He actually doesn't like how you can float. He can't wrap his strings around you and pull you along now! >:(

You're getting on his nerves by being friends with Killer though.

After Nightmare, Error's your next target. Every.time.

Seriously sick of it. If he could, he would seperate you and Killer.IN HEARTBEAT.

He really, really.. really wants to hold your hand, but his Haphephobia doesn't allow him to 💀

Please, don't try to scare him by turning invisible. He WILL crash.

Dream:

He thinks that you must carry a big burden on your shoulders, if you're a Genie. So he gets really concerned if anything really.

He tries to pull you away from granting any wishes, every.time.

He's so cute.. dragging you away to hang out with him to forget about your work.

But he does want to see how your powers operate.

Finds it amazing that you can float, turn invisible... everything really!

After your long persuadation, he gives in and makes a wish.

His wish is really sad...he wishes to have his brother and Au back. He wants to reverse time! Which, as we know, you can't do. It's against the rules to change what was already done. So you politely decline, explaining him exactly why.

Dream's a really understanding person, so of course he doesn't mind it or isn't angry.

What was past...is past. What matters now, is that you're here in the present. Nothing else should matter. ^^ (his words)

Ink:

Immediately, Without hesitation, nor any filter, he asks; "Can you make me feel emotions?"

You don't grant his wish -> he sulks.

He's a forgetful shit, so he'll forget that you're a genie at times.

It's like he's on repeat at the start of your relationship. He finds out you're a genie -> wishes to feel emotions -> you decline -> he sulks -> forgets 💀

Be prepared for this at times.

But after knowing you for awhile, he finally remembers and stops asking you that damn question.

He doesn't have much opinions about you tbh. He's seen some shit, so he's not all that fazed from you being a genie.

The part that shocks him the most is that you don't have a lamp. (His reaction is similar to Killer. Bro confused you for Aladdin 💀)

Y'all have a rocky relationship 🤷‍♀️

Don't worry though, after you get to know each other a bit more, he'll cling to you like a Koala.

Swap:

Similar reaction to Dream. He feels concerned for your mentality.

Everyone's always going to you to grant their wish, but Swap's soul is too kind for his own good. Instead of wishing something for himself, he asks you; "What do you wish for?"

You cried that time. (He was scared that he did something wrong 💀)

You started treating him as if he was some precious gold. Which got him flustered.

He treats you as if you were his queen. Brings you food, helps you out a lot... You name it.

He just feels so much love for you, it's unbelievable.

Doesn't mind your little pranks with Killer. He just sees that as your little escape from work. Which he feels happy for. :)

He just smiles softly whenever you prank him with Killer in tow.

He's so patient and kind towards you😭

Doesn't mind you floating around or the fact that you can turn invisible, you're you, and that's something he never wants to replace.

#undertale fandom #sans undertale #undertale #sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #dust sans x reader #killer sans x reader #error sans x reader #horror sans x reader #dream sans x reader #ink sans x reader #swap sans x reader

154 notes · View notes

haveyouseenthisskeleton · 1 month

Note

Has this been asked? I apologize if it has

Are any of your skellies more wary/distrustful toward humans than monsters?

Undertale Sans - It's not just the humans. Sans is pretty wary by nature, he doesn't trust easily. He has apprehensions about meeting new people, and yes, maybe humans a little more than monsters. Usually though, if the human is friendly, he tends to warm up quickly.

Undertale Papyrus - He's not. Everyone likes Papyrus, and even people who don't like him at first end up liking him anyway because he is very perseverant. That doesn't mean he's trusting anyone though, he's friendly naturally, but if he feels tension, he's going to become a little more distant.

Underswap Sans - Distrustful, sometimes, but most of the time, no. Blue is a strong monster and he knows that even if something goes wrong, he's perfectly able to defend himself. Working at a police station made him realize there are as many good humans as bad and there's not a lot of things he can do about it if do his job. So he's fine with the idea.

Underswap Papyrus - He tends to make friends more easily with female humans than males. He doesn't know why. He tends to be a little more impressed when he's around men than women. But his empathetic nature tends to make him too trustful. He gives easily his trust and often lowers his guard rapidly when someone is friendly with him. He has a hard time noticing when people are manipulating him. Poor guy would fall headfirst into the trap of a toxic relationship.

Underfell Sans - He trusts no one, but humans even less. Even though Frisk changed partially his mind, Red got hurt too many times before he reached the Surface to lower his guard around anyone. Humans are a new species for him, and he read a ton of bad things about them. He's usually aggressive when a human gains interest in him. It takes months for him to tolerate some humans around.

Underfell Papyrus - Being a defender of the Royal Family, he had to confront several terrorists who tried to kill the Queen and the King. Edge has trouble to think their two species can ever live together, and so he prefers to stay on the Monster side for now. He would love for people to change his mind, but he's not trusting humans other than Frisk. He can be warmed up easily with enough kindness though.

Horrortale Sans - It's not that easy. Oak, like his younger self, is naturally kind and cares for people. But with everything that happened, it turned to fear. Oak doesn't particularly hate humans, he's mostly scared of them and what they can do. It's not like humans want to do anything with monsters anyway. It's hard to get him to trust you, but not impossible. Oak is actually craving friends, but he knows as well he's not the best at the friendship thingy.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's wary but friendly when someone is kind to him. Willow had a bad start on the Surface as most humans are scared of him. He got insulted, he had rocks thrown at him and he could clearly hear people talking behind his back. It's hard to trust anyone after that. He wishes he was not that scary to prove to people he's actually a great guy, but things are what they are. He's not trusting himself enough to sympathize on his own with humans.

Swapfell Sans - He had a horrible time Underground with Chara so when he arrived on the Surface, he was pretty convinced all humans were going to be like that and try to kill him. In the first few months, he doesn't want to talk to any human, not trusting any of them. But as time passes, he slowly starts to open to the idea not all humans are bad. It's still a work in progress though, don't expect him to be friendly right away. But with a little patience, he can actually trust pretty fast.

Swapfell Papyrus - Oh no, he doesn't mind. Actually, he loves humans, they have the best reactions to his pranks. Usually, humans are more scared of him, because he has no filters, no limits, no survival instincts whatsoever, and ok, maybe he goes a little too far sometimes. He fears no man or monster lol.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's suspiciously friendly with everyone. Like, he is friendly, and polite, and well mannered. But you can't get rid of this feeling he's going to kill you in your sleep somehow. Wine can't be read. By anyone. He has his own social codes. You'll never know if he likes humans or considers them like toys to play with.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - If you search for social anxiety in an encyclopedia, there's his face next to it. Coffee is terrified of both humans and monsters he doesn't know lol. If you want to get near him, you'll have to be extremely patient and kind. He's more or less like a deer. He can be friendly, but the moment you move your arm too much, he's gone in a blink of an eye.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

54 notes · View notes

poartz-writes · 9 days

Text

Nearly Liminal :: Teaser

wooyoung x reader

<.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.>

Empty. Nothing? Yes, nothing. Nothing felt present. Not my thoughts. Not my heartbeat. Maybe it had been like this for a month or two now. I lost count. Not like I could keep track anyway. There was nothing here, just a thick smog everywhere. I felt trapped in this little space. Maybe I was back in my own head? This is what it felt like before. I think so anyway. Every memory feels miles away.

The sound of boxes being toppled over and two men arguing shook me out of my daze from this odd limbo between consciousness and a void. The fog from my head felt present in front of my eyes. Too harsh after standing up too quickly and the black smears in my vision were a temporary sign of a my blood rushing down from my head. Getting my balance back, I rubbed at my eyes with my knuckle. The dark spots disappeared clearing my vision into a hazy and foggy view of my room. Had I accidentally taken a magic mushroom and just gone through a horrendous drug induced dream? Maybe. Who knows what Aunt Ann puts in her brownies.

Sitting up on my bed I noticed the lack of sheets. Had I been so tired last night that I forgot to take it out of the dryer? It wasn’t wash day. Maybe I stained it? Jesus. I have to learn to say no to Aunt Ann’s brownies. I shook my head and brushed my hair out of my face and smacked my lips.

Thinking back, what was the noise I heard earlier?

Maybe Wooyoung decided to drop by with San. He does have a habit of walking into my flat with no warning after I gave him a key for emergencies ONLY. But as he said, all occurrences can be emergencies if you think about it hard enough. Like the one time he left his hello kitty hairclip in my bathroom and remembered it a week later only to burst in at midnight distraught at the missing item.

Glancing down, to make sure I was presentable, I pulled my socks a little higher and adjusted my shorts. The two men arguing continued, one definitely being Wooyoung with how quickly he was spitting out words. I sighed and slipped through my open bedroom door.

“Just come back later you gym freak.” Wooyoung pouted as San slipped through the front door locking it. “I’ll just call her mother if there’s anything they don’t want moving.”

Looking from him to the open boxes around him, I noticed the bubble wrap surrounding my plates and cups. Was this another of his pranks?

“Hey Wooyoung, usually you’re better at this!” I laughed taking the boy’s attention.

This quickly followed by Wooyoung’s head snapping towards me and a loud shriek erupted from his chest. His knees quickly collapsed below him as he grabbed the closest book to him and threw it in my direction.

“Oi! What did I tell you about throwing shit, I had enough cleaning up after you and Yeosang got drunk.” I crouched down, ignoring Wooyoung’s odd noises, to pick up the tattered book. Only for it to seemingly slip through my fingers. Huh? I turned around to Wooyoung to glare at him, but he was staring right back. Confusion and angered seemed to swirl in his eyes.

“Is this some sick prank? San you’re not funny you can come back!” He grumbled getting up and towards the front door.

“Wooyoung come back and pick this book up, what did you do?” I followed after him.

He glanced back, eyes growing wider and lips trembling. “No. No. No. Nononono!”

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. “C’mon Woo. This isn’t working anymore, now put my plates back.”

“Nope! I must’ve mixed up Ann’s brownies with my own. YOU were just in the hospital.” He covered his ears and shook his head.

“Dude. What are you talking about. I woke up ten minutes ago to you and San making a racket.”

His lip continued to tremble as he looked back at me before his eyes shot down to the floor.

“Where’s Yunho’s crucifix,” the mumble was barely audible as he pushed through me.

Through me. It felt cold. Like a zap of electricity. Or when you drop something precious to your grandmother.

“I think you’d be the one to get exorcised first out of all of us boo,” I laughed awkwardly. A sense of unease and worry starting to settle in my gut.

“You were just at the hospital…” He continued to mumble some words.

“Woo. Speak up,” I scratched at my hands as the worry and confusion grew.

He turned back at me. Eyes wide with tears and mouth falling open as he looked down at me.

I had walked into my table. Right into the middle.

“You’re a ghost. I’ve gone mad!” He laughed looking back at my face.

“What? No. No there’s something wrong-“

His eyes rolled into his head, and his entire body collapsed below him.

<.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.><.>

This is very much just an experimental piece, so I will appreciate all feedback as I haven't written in a long time.

taglist: @the-midnight-blooms

#ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez x reader #wooyoung x reader #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #ateez wooyoung #fanfic #fanfiction #seonghwa #hongjoong #yunho #yeosang #choi san #san #mingi #jongho #atz

22 notes · View notes

hexfloog · 2 months

Text

07/27/2024 - Chapter 1/???

Mild content warning for language and disturbing imagery.

Also posted on AO3 if you prefer to read on their platform~

day six

Conan's eyes drifted towards the badge on the table. He tilted his head, presumably in an effort to read the upside-down characters, and idly drummed his fingers until he could make them out.

"Sergeant Wataru Takagi?" he scoffed.

Takagi watched him closely. For the last half-hour the world outside had ceased to exist; Conan and himself were all there was, confined together until Mouri-san returned. The habitual, incessant click of nails against steel reminded him of suspects who couldn't stop flicking their lighters in the hot seat. It was a coping mechanism, music to soothe the savage beast, subconscious and damning, but Conan lacked the usual apprehension of someone who knew they were in deep trouble.

"You’ve never told us what your official rank is before. That's one rung below inspector, isn't it?" he continued. "Nice job, Takagi-keiji, they'll make a good ol' boy out of you yet," he crooned.

He ignored it, instead trying to put words to the disquiet. Names disperse the fog of the unknown, he recited. But did he really even know anything to begin with? Conan was an enigma: a proven child decidedly unchildlike, some contradictory performance of amateurism and expertise. And it had always been like that, of course, but here in this cold, metal box… it was different, somehow. It felt sinister.

Surely he was being toyed with, manipulated and used as he often was as a convenient pawn with police privileges, but he suspected that this time it was not in pursuit of justice. And certainly not in service of benign curiosity.

Toyed with. Yes, that was it.

The room seemed to darken. He was suddenly cognizant of the M60 resting in the holster hidden behind the flap of his coat, pressing into him like a ready hand on his waist.

“I'm not anxious, if that's what you're thinking," Conan smirked, as if to answer his thoughts. "Are you?"

Takagi's eyes widened. He shifted his jaw and accidentally swallowed the mint he'd had stuck between his cheek and molar. After the discomfort subsided, he quietly cursed no longer having a distraction to cull the effects of his ruminating.

Just over his shoulder, the clock struck four. Sweat collected on his brow and he wished he hadn't forgotten his water at home.

"You know something," his voice finally cracked.

"I know a lot of things," Conan jeered.

"Okay," Takagi ventured, "then tell me all you know about the whereabouts of--"

The square in his back pocket suddenly buzzed to life. He hid it well, but it had the same effect as someone putting ice down his back on a slow day, a rude awakening from the procedural tunnel-vision.

Deflecting the look of disappointment from Conan, he traded his lull for focus again and turned away to check his messages.

You need a warrant.

He stopped himself from making a noise should anyone hear it and typed his response.

doesn't it count as a wellness check?

This is a little more than a welfare check and you know it. Don't get us into any shit.

He knit his brow.

suggestions? loopholes? Sorry, but that's it. Mouri-kun won't let me keep going without going through the proper channels. that's not like him. It's how it is.

He spared a glance at Conan, who was studying him fiercely. He grimaced.

Shiratori-san might jerk him off about a lot of things, but not this. He was right: it wasn't his place to instigate, especially without probable cause. All he had was a cryptic, anonymous tip, a hysterical ‘witness,’ and a gut feeling. Edogawa Conan killed Kudou Shinichi, the caller insisted. When he scolded them not to pull pranks on the police, he was cut off. He knows a thing or two about what happened to the girl who disappeared, too . That was three days ago.

It was an outlandish claim that couldn't possibly hold water. Would anyone be so eager to investigate such an absurd tip? He didn’t really believe it himself. Frankly, that he was even entertaining it at all was a little embarrassing– well, embarrassing enough that he was being careful not to proceed officially.

That said, he was quickly learning that bureaucratic inconvenience only kindled his curiosity. Absurd as it was, Conan himself was absurd, was he not? Case after case, he had proven himself intelligent and formidable…calculating, even. Genius was capable of both great and terrible things. And he couldn't speak for the others, but he'd noticed time and time again that he seemed to know how to play a Machiavellian game and win.

Perhaps the caller had noticed, too. The warning had come to him directly, after all - they had bypassed the official tip line and called his extension. That probably stood for something and it was a detail he couldn’t ignore.

Still, gut feelings and hunches were mere embers against the fires of doubt. And as Shiratori-san had pointed out, he had no authority to fan the flames…yet.

He looked back to his phone.

okay. but one more thing can you ask around 5-chome for kudou shinichi? just if anyone's seen him recently. off the record

When there was no immediate reply, he hastily– and begrudgingly– tacked on another text.

i’ll grab lunch next week.

What's this about, Takagi? I’m off today. Why didn't you run this by Sato or Megure instead?

The phone snapped shut in his palm before he could really think about doing it. Or before Shiratori-san could agree to taking his lunch money.

He caught Conan’s watchful eye in the next moment and puffed his chest out, suddenly awash with a sense of injustice. The answer was obvious, wasn’t it? Ayumi-chan had disappeared, and if Kudou-kun could be declared officially missing too, then he just wanted to find them, right?

The sound of his own voice startled him. "Where is Kudou Shinichi?”

Conan canted his head, surprised by his audacity. An ominous, knowing smile crept across his face.

"In here," he offered, thumping his chest. "With me."

Takagi’s skin prickled. He sounded so sure of himself. Too sure of himself, actually, for having given such a baffling non-answer. Was he just wasting his time?

“I’m not playing around, Conan-kun,” he warned.

"And I am?” he fired back. “How can you know ? Maybe I am telling the truth. Can you prove it?"

"Don't--"

"Get real,” he growled, cutting him off. “I'm not a suspect. And you can't make me tell you anything, either."

"Well, no," Takagi admitted, suppressing a nervous chuckle. The grip on his phone slackened some and in the same moment he became aware he had been squeezing it like a stress ball. He rotated it in his hands, its rounded corners and worn finish warm in his palm. "You can't be a suspect if there is no crime. But you are a person of interest, especially if you have something to tell that would hint at one."

It would've been funnier if their circumstances were different, but part of him was relieved Conan had said the quiet part out loud first. And maybe he’d realized it too when he shot him a stuffy little pout instead of mouthing off right away, a jarringly childish gesture that betrayed his otherwise cruel demeanor.

There was a silent, mutual understanding that they both knew the jig was up, and yet…

“Okay,” Conan grumbled, shoving his hands under his armpits, “what exactly are you accusing me of, here?”

“I never accused you of anything,” Takagi assured him, “but you did say you ‘know things.’ Can you tell me those things?”

“Pee is stored in the balls.”

“... Conan-kun. ”

Conan rolled his eyes, folding his arms tighter across his chest. “In some countries, over two-hundred policemen die in the line of duty. By contrast, law enforcement agencies can account for over one-thousand civilian deaths annually. How do you think the public feels about the cops when they either kill or keel over instead of doing their jobs?” he huffed, glowering at his captor from just above the rim of his glasses.

He clearly meant to provoke him, but oddly, Takagi was randomly struck with the thought that he had never had a direct line of sight to Conan-kun’s eyes before. He was spellbound by the unique color, a shade of mahogany peeking out from behind the glare of his lenses. Huh. What did Conan just say to him? He didn’t hear it. He’d forgotten what he’d wanted to say, too. Mahogany? That was a unique color. All his years of looking at lineups and he couldn’t think of a single person who had had anything close. What kind of lineage did someone need to have to inherit red-tinted eyes? That seemed a bit off, didn’t it?

He kept looking. He thought of space photography and the fantastical pictures of nebulae he sometimes saw in magazines, red clouds of dust in the ether.

Soon, he was cognizant of the pressure in his teeth, the involuntary clenching of his jaws. The skin around his eyes felt tight… but he couldn’t look away. The nebulae exploded into rivers of blood and the stardust of lost worlds, swirling into the reddest cacophony he’d ever imagined.

Now his eyeballs stung. He couldn’t blink. He wanted to stop, but… nothing would listen. Instead, his mind was swimming upstream, battling against rapids he couldn’t remember falling into. He’d not moved from his chair in almost an hour, but his bones ached like he’d been training relentlessly for weeks… useless all the same.

Stop. Stop! Why couldn’t he stop? His lungs were on fire. Blood ignited like gasoline in his veins, soot choked his throat and every breath was a gulp of acetone stripping him raw from the inside out. His vision blurred, pulsating in rhythm with the heat traveling through his fingers, and yet… he could still see them … and they could surely still see him …

God, what was happening??

Conan suddenly erupted into hideous laughter, ripping Takagi unceremoniously from his trance. Visions of fire and brimstone ceased the moment he was allowed to blink, with barely a second to recover before being addressed again.

“Takagi-keiji,” Conan sneered, his tone dark and domineering, “so what if you find Ayumi-chan? Or Shinichi-niichan, for that matter?”

Leaning forward, he splayed his fingers across the table, dragging out the metallic slide of nails against steel as they uncurled from his fists. “Do you think if you pick up all of Ayumi-chan’s teeth, they'll promote you to Inspector?” he grinned.

The silence hung just long enough for Takagi to recover some of his faculties, but he was too dazed to respond. There were echoes of something in his head… phantom sensations all across his body like flies on his skin… but ultimately, Conan got to watch as the police sergeant, his face a crinkle of puzzlement, examined his hands and the floor beneath his feet as if he were seeing them for the first time.

That moment of respite, too, was ripped from him when the door suddenly crashed open. Mouri Kogoro burst into the sterile interrogation room, his expression a rough amalgamation of recently-dormant paternal instincts that hadn’t seen use since Ran-san was Conan’s age.

He spared neither of them any formalities. “Wait outside,” he growled, fidgeting with the stale cigarette in his mouth. Conan didn’t fuss and excused himself without another word.

“Detective,” Kogoro started, “I don’t appreciate being lured away so you can… do whatever the hell with the kid behind my back.” He waved his hands for emphasis. “I’m still this brat’s legal guardian. And brats have rights, whether I like it or not.”

Takagi still wasn’t at one-hundred percent, but he could read the discontent in Kogoro’s body language well enough. Unfortunately, the most he could do was bumble out a slurred, “No, of course not…”

“What the hell is this all about, anyway?” he demanded. “Not only do you trick me into leaving the kid alone with you for questioning , but you sicced Shiratori on me too? To get permission after the fact?”

He bit down on the cigarette, studying Takagi and his somewhat disoriented manner, expecting him to defend himself.

“...I got a tip,” he finally admitted.

“Tip? Tip for what?”

“We’re looking for two individuals. Yoshida Ayumi and Kudou Shinichi.”

Kogoro almost laughed. The familiarity of both names spurred something in him, but not enough to change any opinions. “And who’s your tipster?”

“Anonymous.”

“Oh, of course.”

Takagi hesitated. "They mentioned Conan-kun by name."

Kogoro sighed. “Tell me you’re not taking this seriously,” he pleaded. “Surely you realize how ridiculous a claim that is. The kid is seven .”

He didn’t answer right away. He was talking to the man who, probably better than anyone, could testify to just how abnormal a seven year-old Conan was, which– prior to the conversation he had just had with him– was really the only thing lending this ‘tip’ any credibility. He didn’t have anything tangible and was banking on Kogoro being a little more cooperative about it on that basis.

“It would be irresponsible to ignore it.”

Kogoro nearly exploded. “Irresponsible? My god, man. It’s a fucking joke. That Kudou brat fucked off months ago and kids endanger themselves all the time. Suggesting Conan or any other brat his age had anything to do with either of them disappearing is ludicrous.”

Takagi steeled himself for the next part. “Mouri-san, won’t you please just answer a few questions about–”

“No, no, I don’t think you get it, Takagi-keiji,” Kogoro snapped. “I’m not answering any questions and I’m sure as hell not going to let you rope the kid into whatever illicit investigation you’ve got underway here.” He stole a glance at the one-way mirror off to their side. “Does the Inspector know about this?”

He didn’t answer.

Kogoro inhaled slowly and plucked the cigarette from his mouth, rolling the chewed filter between his fingers. “I urge you to reconsider this before you’re forced to live with the shame of chasing a false lead,” he warned.

The door slammed shut. The noise seemed to scare off the last of his daze.

Fingers on his temples, Takagi deliberated in silence before checking his phone again out of habit. There was an unread message from Shiratori.

FYI, Mouri-san’s going back. Said he ‘figured it out.’

Thanks for the heads-up , he thought bitterly.

Still feeling the shame of their conversation turned sour, he eventually slunk back to his desk with his head lowered, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He thought he heard the usual hecklers call out for his attention but ignored them, marching steadfast against the crowd of more sensible people who knew when to call it a day and into the open room that housed his little corner of the world. He practically fell into his chair.

While he didn’t exactly have a window seat, he did have a respectable view of the street below and, as he sat there brooding, eventually caught a glimpse of Mouri-san and Conan-kun heading off in the direction of the nearest station.

One by one, his coworkers filed home as day faded into night. But he didn’t move, instead thinking of death in its infinite groanings, of disease and car accidents and six year-olds buried alive. Monsters snuffed out hope by turning man on their fellow man. Names disperse the fog of the unknown.

He picked up his phone, readied a notepad, and dialed.

I haven’t noticed anything myself, but I don’t see him as often as you might think, Agasa confessed. But if it helps, Detective, the children– Mitsuhiko-kun, Genta-kun, Ai–kun– seem to have been treating him differently ever since Ayumi-kun disappeared.

Interesting. Inspired by his statement, he thanked him for his time and hurriedly scrolled through his text history with Shiratori for a phone number.

Streaks of fire thinned into wisps of starlight as the sun finally retreated under the horizon.

Yes, Kobayashi confessed. He’s… changed.

How so? he pressed.

Well, for lack of a better word, he’s mean. Even worse– he knows it, and he doesn’t care if you know it, too.

Takagi thanked her for her time, too, and– perhaps subconsciously empathizing with her– apologized for her experience and wished her a good night.

He leaned back and idly observed the twinkling cityscape outside. Bribing the kids out to a group interview with free food wasn’t a bad idea… it might be difficult to arrange without tipping off Conan, but spending his lunch money on the children had the added benefit of keeping it from Shiratori-san.

He had one last number to call but, after the explosive afternoon, was hardly enthused to follow through. Still, he wanted to go home. Chiba-kun had been hyping up the wrestling finals all week, and though he had joked that the night of the match would end up being the night he’d need to pull overtime after an otherwise smooth week, he really had meant it as a joke. With lips pursed, his thoughts rumbling about how these calls never got any easier, he dialed the number.

After the longest ten seconds of his life, he finally heard the click of the receiver being picked up.

“Ah, Mouri-san! It’s T–”

“Kogoro-no-ojisan can’t come to the phone right now,” came an all-too familiar, sickly-sweet voice. “Can I take a message?”

A breath hitched in his throat. Subconsciously, his fingers hooked under his collar and began to loosen his tie while his brain scrambled for words. “...Conan-kun,” he managed.

“May I ask who’s calling?”

He exhaled slowly, careful to keep it quiet, suspicious he may have just been reciting lines on Kogoro’s instructions and that he was actually supervising him from nearby. “...Conan-kun, it’s Detective Takagi,” he tried. “Please put Mouri-san on the phone.”

“Kogoro-no-ojisan can’t come to the phone right now, Sergeant Takagi.”

“Fine,” he conceded. “Then tell him the MPD wants to ask him a few more questions about his connections to Yoshida Ayumi and Kudou Shinichi.”

A door shut somewhere in the background. Before he could get another word in, Conan’s tune changed on a dime.

“Little boy blue, come blow your horn,” he whispered. “The sheep’s in the meadow, the cow’s in the corn. But where is the boy, who looks after the sheep? He’s under a haystack, fast asleep.”

Takagi wrinkled his nose and exhaled sharply, this time hoping it would be audible on the other side.

“What did I tell you earlier?” Conan scowled, speaking freely now. “This is a fool’s errand. Stop now before you have to–” he giggled– “ live with the shame of chasing a false lead. ”

False lead… had he been listening to their conversation–

He yelped at the sudden, unmistakable sensation of something wet in his ear. Startled, he tugged at the cord so hard the whole unit jumped a foot closer to him, its illuminated keypad taunting him like eyes in the dark. A rough grimace turned his face. The office had emptied out hours ago, but it didn’t stop him from glaring daggers at the surrounding desks, the receiver awkwardly held at arm’s length as if he were holding a snake.

Once the adrenaline wore off, he brought the phone back under the light of his desk lamp for closer examination. But it was dry… and so was his face. Had he imagined it?

He padded his temple with a finger and felt his way down to his evening stubble. Nothing.

Anxiously, he placed his ear to the receiver again, fully expecting another assault on his senses, but was instead met with the droning monotone of a disconnected line. Perplexed, he hastily shoved the phone back into its cradle.

He… What the fuck?

Muscle memory took the wheel. He switched off his light, slouched in his chair, and gazed slack-jawed into the darkness above him, tired eyes adjusting to an unenviable view of the drop ceiling.

In a moment of desperation, he briefly considered hitting redial to see if he’d get Mouri-san this time. It crossed his mind he might be a little nuts.

Maybe he’d be better off just starting over tomorrow.

#writing #dcmk #evil conan au #fanfic #wataru takagi #queue

17 notes · View notes

yandereheathen · 11 months

Text

Boss's Plaything [18+ Ateez Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader] Part 1.5

Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader Warnings:Warnings: Yandere dark themes!! NSFW Non-con, Mentions of hurting other people, violence towards Reader, jealousy, voyeurism. hair pulling Word count 1.2k

Numb. Hongjoong left you numb on his desk as he adjusted himself and smiled at you again, looking back. His hand traces on your inner thigh just once, appreciating his work.

"Join the party back when you have Cleaned yourself up."

Your heart breaks even more at those words. It hurts even more than the cuts and scraps on your back. You just whimper in response, a soft noise, jumping like a scared cat when the door closes behind him.

You curl yourself up on the floor, sobbing, hugging your knees to your bare chest.

How could he do this? Had you done something wrong? Was this some sick punishment for a work mistake? Your head was smiling, thinking back to anything you might have done. You know it was to distract yourself from what just happened. You didn't want to, no, you couldn't think about it. Everything hurt so much. It was too painful. You didn't want to be here, let alone return to the party and face all those people.

You just wanted to disappear.

"...y/n.."

A soft voice calls out to you. You panic, pressing yourself to the desk. Scared that it was Hongjoong coming back to pull you to the party. You tried to cover yourself, looking up at Songhwa's remorseful eyes. You tried to hide in the solid desk, looking away, not wanting anyone to see you like this. He carefully sits down, placing his jacket over you in an attempt to cover your bruised, naked body.

You just whimpered in response, unable to find your voice.

"shhh, it is ok...it is ok.." He goes to pet your head but pulls back visions of the acts he was doing to himself when he watched you be raped, forcing a mix of sick pleasure and searing guilt in the pit of his stomach. He stands up, speaking softly.

"Go home. Take a warm shower. I will call you a car. Take the weekend off...and Y/N"

He bends down again, speaking low.

"Please trust me on this warning. He has eyes and hands everywhere. It is better for you to not call the police."

You threw your phone at your wall with a cry of rage. The cop's voice ringing in your ears.

"Miss, this is a police station. We don't take prank calls lightly."

After you were screaming clearly that you had been raped by your boss, it just fell on a dial tone. The 911 operator would even transfer you any more.

No one was calling you back or responding to you. San, Yosang, Yunho, no one was picking up or answering you. You woke up to your tired slashed the day after you called the police and your cards were zeroed out. All you had was the little cash you kept on hand. You felt an agonizing hand not only covering your eyes but also seemingly silencing your voice. Your whole life, you had work SO HARD FOR. Gone. Everything you knew was upheaved, and you didn't only have your hands tied behind your hand, but you were gagged and blinded as well.

On Sunday evening, you just didn't have any energy left. You hadn't eaten and barely slept. In what seemed like another world, you would be going through emails, maybe even with Hongjoong and Songhwa laughing and drinking a glass of wine.

It might have been only 3 days ago, but you felt like a new person. A retch of a used and broken woman compared to the happy, bubbly person you were before.

You didn't even know how to move forward. What would you do tomorrow? When you were expected to see. Him. You couldn't stand it. You just wanted to curl up and never wake up. Everything was gone.

"Y/N, look how cute you are snuggled up in those blankets. You look upset. Tell your new master what has his cute plaything so upset."

You jump, goosebumps rising on your nack, and you look back at your door. You didn't hear it unlock, and of course, he had a key.

HE stood as he always did, impeccably in a button-up shirt with roses imprinted and tight black pants with boots to match. Tainted glasses just barely showed his cold back eyes. He honestly looked like a demon who had come to collect your soul.

Frozen with fear, you must shake your head, not close your eyes, wishing this was just a bad dream.

"Awww, Baby girl. Devil got your tongue?"

He moved closer to you, trapping you to your couch and pulling your chin up to him. Making you open your teary eyes.

He had missed you. It was hard not to take you back to his apartment with him after you both had made love. Even more so to not come storming into your house after he had gotten notices from the branches and police of your cries. You were so cute. Trying to escape him. Little did you know you had been nested into his clutches right from the day you met him/

He just cooed, grinning in your face, and then his eyes looked down and saw your bare neck. His eyes turn violent. Grabbing a fist full of your hair, yanking your head back, making your whimper turn into full-blown sobs as he screams at you.

"Where is it?! WHERE IS THE PROOF YOU BELONG TO ME"

You try pulling back and pushing him away, but he only gets angrier.

"I owen you Y/N. The sooner you learn that, the better. I built you from noting you would have been eaten up and spit out a long time ago if it wasn't for me. Without me, do you know what you are?"

He takes your head, slamming it on the window near your couch, cracking the glass, making your vision go fuzzy, and the ringing starts in your ears but not loud enough to hear what he says next.

"Nothing. You are nothing without me, Y/N."

"I own you. Your mind, your body, and spirit all belong to me."

He pins your arms behind your back. You just cry, begging him to stop telling him it hurts. You are sorry that you will listen if he is gentler.

He was cursing himself. He had not placed the cards right, and he knew it. He was usually so careful with everything, ready to take his time, and he just couldn't be with you any longer. Seeing you at his desk, in a tight dress, and his symbol around your neck. He has to have you. Now, he was paying the consequences. He didn't like being rough with you. However, he would have to if it was needed.

As you look up at him, pathetically, trying to pull on his mercy, he licks his lip, standing above you, running his finger on your lips.

"Let's get started with some new professional development. Shall we, my cute Y/N?"

He bites into his lip, drawing a little bit of blood, pleased at the image of his love dripping down, mixed with your tears and the slight blood from when he smashed your head.

"That's a pretty girl. Just wait until work tomorrow."

Author notes: ahhh Abit shorter I feel like a mini update I just wanted something in-between. Here we are :>

#yandere thoughts #yandere writing #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere smut #yandere x you #tw: yandere #yandere boy #tw non con #yandere kpop #yandere male #ateez yandere #yandere ateez #yande.re #yancore #yandere hongjoong

109 notes · View notes

skeleton-mischief · 7 months

Text

Saint Serrif

Horrortale Sans, the one AU where everyone thought he was a cannibal(?) despite being a literal monster?? Fun fact: he has not once eaten human flesh! Anyways, here are my headcanons! Enjoy :-)

- Official height is 5'11

- He/Him

- Nihilist

- Taller and thinner bone from unstable magic

- He smiles a lot when he's in a dangerous situation, but otherwise he usually can be seen without one when he dislikes someone or finds them not worth his time listening to

- Has fast reflexes in dangerous situations since he had to be efficient underground. Otherwise, he comes off as slow to others because he takes awhile to actively choose to do something

- He carries guilt from what he did to Lunar, even if he thought that without it his brother would dust. Which, at the time, he would've

- Dedicated, protective, untrusting, observant, responsible, honest, caring, humble, reserved, pessimistic, hardworking, over thinker, cynical, stubborn, aggressive, and blunt

- The most patient Sans out of all the others, but only when he wants to get what he wants. He's only impatient with others who he dislikes

- Good friends with Powder and Red

- Selectively mute, he's more obligated to speak when he chooses to. There are moments where he just can't, however. Most of the time though, action is his language

- Loves any sort of food, a literal dumpster of food. Hell compliment the person's cooking and eat it even if it's utterly shit

- Does not remember Gaster due to all the events that occurred in his timeline. Gaster on the other hand watches in misery and grief, spiteful towards humans

- Will resort to violence easily, he doesn't hesitate to use it even if it's not fully needed

- He curses frequently, has a sailors tongue

- If he is not actively being spiteful, he follows directions without complaint. He may need guidance however, since he overthinks it

- Can be severely petty to the point he's doing it to provoke the other

- He is very deprived of touch, but he's too hesitant to initiate it since he carries a lot of dust and blood on his hands. He gets all stiff and awkward if someone touches him, and it'll take time for him to get comfortable

- Yellowed bone with an ash tint due to his health

- He is the best to rant to since he's quiet and patient, but there are times that he's just not listening at all. He only pays attention if he cares, because otherwise he'll pick his teeth and passively aggressively tell you that yes, he's listening, because he just cares oh so much about it

- He's willing to do anything for those he cares about over his own needs, anything.

- He is a very quiet crier, kinda disassociated as he stares at nothing. Catatonic, in a way

- He would wag his finger cartoonishly when scolding someone or use his finger to beckon someone instead of waving them over

- He clicks his sharp fingers against hard surfaces when impatient, even if he doesn't verbally tell someone that he is

- He would call his lover lamb or sugarplum

- He summons a thigh bone as a weapon, but he carries a cleaver that he's attached to and will use it when he's low on magic. After all, magic is something he uses sparingly

- He absolutely hates Undyne and Alphys. He calls Undyne "Unbitch" and he isn't afraid to insult her

- He lobotomized Alphys after she betrayed him

- Has a rough sense of humor

- He feeds the people in Snowdin, even going so far as to teleport to the castle to steal food

- He starved underground for about seven years in order to feed the others

- He has awful posture, his neck bent forward and constantly slouched

- His "prank" in the forest was a spinning spike instead of a whoopie cushion

- Is quick to be snappish and rude to those he dislikes, he will only behave if asked by someone he cares about

- He only is nicer to others when above the surface and gains trust in others

- He is quiet when upset, going to Lunar and quietly clinging onto him

- Physically the strongest and most violent Sans, he isn't afraid to use his own hands and its clear that he doesn't mind playing dirty

- He never ate human flesh when underground, but he has fed monsters in Snowdin humans or even animals in order to provide. Because of this, monsters in Snowdin not only were physically changed, but their magic changed as well. It is unknown how the same has happened for Saint, but it's suspected that it's because of his LV that he changed

- Magic smells of veviter and oak, magic tastes of vanilla

- Has memory issues so he owns journals and sticky notes when above the surface. Without it, he struggles to remember even simple facts. He doesn't struggle remembering Lunar, however, since his brother was the only constant in his life

- No one is allowed to touch his skull, as it's his most vulnerable spot

- His other eye socket is pretty much empty, thus making a blind spot for him and means that he doesn't like sudden movement there

- He will not tolerate people wasting food so don't even think about doing that in front of him

- He scratches at his skull as a comfort or a habit when overthinking. But because he's done it for so long, it slightly chips like paint and small amounts of dust flake off

- Good at sewing, he picked up the skill underground after his brother's outfit became tarnished. Because supplies are limited, however, he doesn't bother fixing the ripped up shirt he wears. You can see small sewings on his jacket, however

- Can hardly spell for shit, he has awful handwriting since he had to focus seven years worth of his time through survival

- He ends up wearing a lot of comfortable and soft clothes when above ground, he refuses to wear suits unless hes forced into it

- He treasures gifts dearly, he never lets anything happen to them

- He carries snacks around when above ground since he never wants anyone to feel hungry. He also sneaks food and stocks up on it, he's wonderful at preserving things and splitting it up for rations despite his hunger

- Likes the rain but refuses to go outside without his hood, a hat, or umbrella since the hole in his skull is sensitive to the sensation

- Certain things make his skull hurt while others can rest inside such as flowers. Rain or liquids are usually a no go though because it swishes around

- He doesn't like thunderstorms because it's loud, since his magic is unstable and acts as damaged nerves

- He doesn't like the sensation of mud, the texture is too similar to blood

- He hates liars and those that are secretive. Because of this, he's nosy and good at finding dirt or lies someone has. He's able to determine where someone is, where they went, and most of the time why. But, no one is able to do the same thing with him. He's the best at covering his tracks, and even more so at not sharing information about himself

-He smokes occasionally, drinking even less so unless no one is around. He has to be in a bad mood, or else he won't drink

- He's pretty territorial, protective of who he deems as his close loved ones. So no one is allowed to mess with his brother or some of the other skeletons in the household. He'd kill for them

Closing Notes: he is so silly goofy goober omg😍🤭😋. But seriously I like the combination of putting different versions of him into my own hc's since the bear version and the rat version both have their perks. I plan to explore more of his dynamic with his brother and stuff later on! If you have questions do not be afraid to ask and thank you for reading :-))

#headcanon #undertale au #alternate universe #sans #saint serrif #horrortale #horrortale sans #horror sans #grrr #hes so babygirl #bro is traumatized #hes so silly

25 notes · View notes

songmingisthighs · 2 years

Text

Ignominy

introduction pt. i | pt. ii | pt. iii

<< previous | m.list | next >>

ch. xxxviii - guillotine

hybrid!san × human!reader

buy me coffee ?

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

"Hey," you looked up from the snack table to see Yeosang sidling up next to you. "Hey," grinning widely, you replied with similar enthusiasm. "Fancy a plate of nacho?" You asked as you nodded at the plate of food near you. Yeosang's eyes seemed to sparkle and he immediately pick some pieces of the food.

After munching and swallowing, Yeosang started talking again, "I was just gonna say, I see that our friends mingle well. Wooyoung seems to like the tall one." You turned your head to where Wooyoung was with Seonghwa and couldn't help but grin, "Yeah which is surprising to say the least because Seonghwa is so calm and collected and neat while Wooyoung's... Well, Wooyoung." The both of you trailed off to look at Seonghwa and Wooyoung together with awkward smiles on your faces. "Honestly, I think he's planning on pulling something on your buddy there," though Yeosang said it teasingly, you knew it was a fair assumption on his part, "If anything should happen, I can only hope Yunho will stop him," you couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of Wooyoung pranking Seonghwa. "But hey, Hongjoong hyung and Jongho seems like they're bonding neutrally with Mingi and I," a reassuring smile bloomed on Yeosang's face, showing that he really do liked bonding with your closest friends.

It wasn't until you thought of all of your friends that you noticed a missing person. "Hey, where's San?" The room was filled with everyone's voices safe for your boss. You had assumed that he would be hanging with his cousin which he did for the first 20 minutes of the party and that was the last time you saw him. That was 5 pizzas, 3 boxes of chicken, 3 litre bottle of sodas, and 6 rolls of kimbaps ago. One thing for sure, your friends and San's bonded over their hatred of vegetables which is why they're so bulky even if some of them (Hongjoong and Wooyoung) are tiny. Yeosang looked around as well and furrowed his eyebrows, "Okay, I swear he was browsing the board games while mixing alcohol," he said as he scratched his head. Thinkng that San might be working, you decided to step in and have him relax every once in a while. "I'll go look for him, okay? If he's taking a business call, we'll just get Wooyoung to deal with him," Yeosang raised an eyebrow at your words, intrigued at how caring you were being towards his friend, "And... Have him shove San's phone down his pants? Is that the best option?" To which you shrugged nonchalantly, "Maybe, considering the alternative."

Wooyoung's apartment wasn't that big but it was roomy. The living room was attached to a hallway that had the bathroom at the very end, Wooyoung's room on the right side, and his gaming room on the left side which doubles as his crap storage which includes his cat hybrid stuff. He had given you a tour when you arrived earlier to set up for his party and he told you where San usually hides in. It was rather endearing knowing that San had such a caring friend that would take him in just whenever he needed. Maybe it was the fact that Wooyoung's apartment is the embodiment of childhood payback but he was so proud of it so you couldn't really say shit.

Just as you were about to open the door to Wooyoung's gaming room, the bathroom door opened and you were hastily pulled inside. Everything happened so quick that you couldn't even react to the surprise. You scowled and smacked the frowning man in front of on the chest as a show of disdain at how he surprised you. "You ass! You could've given me a heart attack!" It was as though your heart was trying to beat out of your chest, you could feel how hard it was beating from having your hand over your chest. You were waiting for him to say something to you but he was only staring at you with a frown on his face, obviously dissatisfied with something.

Realizing he wasn't going to say anything, you sighed and decided to speak instead. "What are you doing here? Everyone's having fun, I just beat Yunho at go fish and there's talks of a monopoly tournament so you better get out there because this is Wooyoung's birthday and you're being a-"

Your words were cut off by San pressing his lips onto yours with his hands on your hips, pressing you against the sink. When your lower back hit the sink, you let your a yelp, causing your mouth to open and he took that opportunity to slip his tongue in. San began moving, trailing his lips down the side of your neck and to your collarbones to suck a mark at the far edge, just enough to be risky but still safe enough to be covered. "You paid too much attention to them," San finally said, lips moving against your skin after he gave you another mark. "What?" You asked, body froze as San's hands began pulling your pants down along with your panties and you immediately realize what he was doing, "San! We can't fuck here! There's a party going on outside! A-a-" hands flying to his shoulders to push him off, but he silenced you by plunging three of his digits inside your cunt. "Shut up," a guttural growl vibrated from his throat and travelled straight to your core, almost immediately causing you to leak, "If I'm gonna have to survive Wooyoung's birthday party with all of them all over you," the sound of fabric rustling and brushing against you suggested that his pants were coming off, "I need to plug you full of my cum."

Without waiting for your response, San shoved his dick in you in one thrust. Your body reacted by slumping forward, arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly as he started thrusting into you without a care. San was thrusting wildly into your cunt, not minding the position you both were in as he just wanted to fuck you, he wanted to stake his claim on you in front of his friends. "S- Sa- San!" You hissed through gritted teeth, "We nee-d to st- stop! People are gonna- fuck, shit," a moan cut your own words when he thrust at a certain angle that made your toes curl, "Your f- friends an- and mine are gon- gonna- Ah! Hear us!" You were genuinely worried because you didn't want his friends to find out you both were still fucking. It wasn't that you were afraid they were going to say something at work, it was just that you know they know that you and San were exes and there would be a very uncomfortable conversation waiting.

"I don't care," San huffed, picking you up and turning you around so that you were facing the mirror. He pushed your shirt up and planted his hands on your waist, holding you firm and still so he could pound more. "Just keep your mouth shut if you don't wanna get caught," he hissed out, continuing his thrusts so he could fill you up as he said he wanted to do. It genuinely bothered San how close you were with his friends. He would've been okay if you were just close in a general term but the way that they were comfortably being touchy with you and even having inside jokes, it irked him slightly. Because he knew you first, he knew you and claimed you first. If he couldn't use his words to establish that, maybe he could let some of his hybrid friends smell it off of you. He wanted a part of him to be with you even when he was not with you and he convinced himself that it wasn't a romantic connection thing, it was just his wolf being possessive and it was valid.

Your grip on the counter was so tight that your knuckles turned white. Since you didn't want anyone to know what was happening in the bathroom, you bit your bottom lip in hopes that you wouldn't make much sound. But even then, you could still hear some moans leaving your mouth, echoing in the bathroom followed by the sound of skin slapping and San's grunts. "I'm gonna cum inside you and you're gonna keep it in, you hear me?" San said through thrusts of his hips that gradually became harder, animalistic even as if he was trying to prove something, "And you're gonna take a picture of your cunt later at home and send it to me so I can see if you obeyed me or not," he smirked. His words made you clench because, for some reason, you found it very hot how he wanted you to prove to him that you were able to do what he wanted. But it also made you think about what would San do if you were unable to keep all of his cum in. What if it leaked? What if people saw a wet patch in your pants and asked? How were you going to cover it up?

"Hey man, are you taking a shit or something?"

Just as you were about to inform San that you were close to cumming, the door opened and in comes Yunho with a carefree look on his face. The three of you froze when you all realized what was happening. San was still balls deep in you and you were holding onto the cold surface as you were about to cum, and Yunho had his head in the bathroom and the door opened wide.

Neither of you knew what to say. You wanted to tell San to take himself out of you but for some reason, your voice wasn't working, it was like you couldn't find your voice or your brain was unable to string up the words to convey the message.

"What's going on here?" you head Hongjoong asked from behind Yunho and soon enough you saw his head peeking from the tall man's side. "The fuck are you two doing!?" He yelped loudly, attracting the attention of the rest of the crowd.

More people came crowding and joining in freezing in their spots as they realized what was going on. The worst part is, you and San were still half naked from the waist down, cock buried inside your cunt as your climax was at the very edge. You were so so so so close to cumming, it wouldn't have taken San much to get you to unravel, but Yunho just had to interrupt you whilst you were like that.

"So..." Mingi spoke from the back, finally breaking the amazingly thick awkward silence. "Fancy a game of Yahtzee?"

Fuck, how are you going to get out of this?

taglist :

@rdiamond2727 @90s-belladonna @kodzukein @phenomenalgirl9 @miaatiny @shinotani @jayb17 @dreamlesswonder86 @mayonnaisehoeshit @bbymatz @yunhorights @tinybinnie @blaaiissee @yunhobug @kwanisms @yoongiigolden @kpopnightingale @maddiebabyxoxo @dea-nimus @meowmeowminnie @x-bluee @itsbeeble @gxlden-bxbyy @charreddonuts @x-woozi @jwnghyuns @marvelous-imagines-for-all @baguette-atiny @jessi-outdated @dogsongy @kirooz @ateezourstars @memorymonster @yoonguurt @atinytinaa @naiify @cecedrake2217 @spooo00oky @flamingi @thesolarplanetarysystem @hijeongguk @hongjoong-lovebot @linhyyboo12 @leeknowsnothing @knucklesdeepmingi @doom-fics @yesv01

162 notes · View notes