A writing blog where I hope to write for fandom and/or original related works. | 21+ | You can find me at the following: Devin Trinidad (fanfiction.net) Devin_Trinidad (Ao3) and devintrinidad (Tumblr) Feel free to donate a ko-fi if you’d like!
Hi! I’m Devin Trinidad and I’ve set up new writing blog for myself and for others to enjoy. I’m a hobbyist writer and I am willing to write for both fandom and original work related purposes. I’m pretty new to this so I might do imagines/scenarios/asks.
REGULAR REQUESTS are OPEN.
MATCHUP REQUESTS are CLOSED.
Asks about myself, interests, inspirations, and recommendations for new anime/shows to consider are welcome, however.
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Fandoms I Can Write for:
Akudama Drive
Marble Hornets
Hazbin Hotel
Twisted Wonderland: *Please note that I am not familiar or comfortable with all the characters yet, but I am willing to try. That said, I do reserve the right to deny your request.
*NOTE: This list can and will expand in the future. If you want me to write for a fandom, ask, and I might look into it.
Rules:
Always be polite and respectful concerning my boundaries. I reserve the right to dismiss requests if I deem them too far out of my reach, are not part of the fandoms I personally enjoy, etc.
If your fandom isn’t part of the list, feel free to ask if I’m comfortable writing for it. Who knows? I might end up adding them to the list.
This blog is intended for general audiences. I specialize in comedy, fluff, and character introspection.
I am now taking NSFW requests, but please don’t go overboard. I’m still new to this type of writing and it’ll likely be more of a lime than a full lemon.
All ships and characters are allowed, but please refrain from large age gaps or sexualizing young characters unless you want them aged up.
If you are requesting for more than one character, please limit to only three characters.
One fandom per ask.
Yanderes, fluff, character studies, headcanons, scenarios, etc. are all on the table.
If characters are shipped with a reader, then the reader will always be gender neutral unless stated otherwise.
Feel free to message me or ask if you have any questions concerning anything.
Matchup Rules:
I will not be including nsfw additions to the character matchups. At most, there might be implications but nothing more.
Please, DO NOT GO OVER 300 WORDS. If you do, your request will be deleted. No exceptions.
You can request platonic or romantic matchups. Be sure to state whether or not you want it to be platonic/romantic. I will default to platonic.
If you want to specify your gender, that’s fine. If not, I will default to gender neutral pronouns for you.
Please specify if you want to be matched with a male or female character from the fandom you’re choosing. I know a lot of people want to be matched with male characters, but we should also give our lovely leading ladies a chance! If you don’t specify, I will choose based on personality, regardless of gender.
Please include the following: general appearance (optional), name/nickname (optional), hobbies, interests, what fandom you want your character from, and if you want the matchup to be platonic/romantic. If you want to include more information like favorite character from your fandom, then feel free to do so.
However, please don’t include your zodiac (both western and eastern), your MBTI, enneagram, etc. Don’t put yourself in a box, you’re worth more than that. I know what those are, but it takes a lot of research and I don’t have time for that. To describe yourself, choose the the BEST FIVE Characteristics of yourself. If you want to switch things up, you can also add in the WORST FIVE Characteristics of yourself to paint a picture in my mind of who you are. What’s an INTJ to a person who says that they’re a scrunkly dreamer with a passion for bullfrogs? (Yes, feel free to be as weird as you want).
Have fun and be kind always! :D
Fandoms for the Character Matchups:
Death Note
Akudama Drive
Marble Hornets
Twisted Wonderland (Heartslabyul and Octavinelle)
* NOTE: Rules are subject to change or lengthen depending on the outcome of this blog.
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could you write yan! light yagami x reader, except reader is equally as manipulative as him? for example, she is the girl that was attacked during the first episode (likely a classmate) and figured Light was Kira shortly after that, and became fixated on him (in a nonromantic way from her part)
Hey, Devin here!
Please refer to this post here. As much as I would like to, I am bogged down by another writing project that takes up a lot of time and effort. Unless you plan on commissioning me, I don't think I can honor this request at this time.
Hey, Devin here! This is a post that has been long overdue!
I know that I have a lot of followers and readers out there who appreciate my work. I love you all and I hope to make another post in the future that isn't as melancholy in the future.
That said, I don't think I, in good conscious, can keep this account running without informing you guys that I'm already busy with a very long multichap fic on my main ao3 account. As much as I would love to continue honoring requests, I don't think I can at this time.
I hope, in the future, I will return to this account and start writing x readers and other fics for your enjoyment in the future.
However, please don't let that stop you all from talking to me, asking questions, or asking me for commissions. You can dm me for commission prices and other specifics, but I will no longer do requests until further notice.
Thanks again and I hope you all have a wonderful day.
Thx sm its my first time .aking a request so jm kinda nervous😭💞💞 so like can I ask kinda for a jade x yuu slowburn request but not rlly jade x yuu more like one sided love on jades part like yuu not getting in a relationship with anyone since they think they are going to go home to their world one day (he dosent know that tho like yuu being from another world only the teachers and deuce, grim, and ace are aware since I feel like yuu wouldn't go around telling it nor would other belive it) like a hurt no comfort, helplessly in love ( also can u also add worldbuilding if u do write like at the start of the school year yuu was illiterate and also couldnt read numbers cus its written differently, them looking physicaly/smelling distinguishly different from anyone else, not knowing stuff, etc)(srry if this is cringe/too long and my eng is bad😭💞💞💞)
Hey, I spent a really long time thinking about this and I feel so bad because it's been a week or so since I received this.
I always love getting requests and I always enjoy writing them. However, I'm already bogged down by other current projects and irl conflicts. If I could, I would write for this, but I already know that it won't be up to my usual standard.
That said, please find another twst writer who can fulfill your request. I appreciate your reaching out to me and I hope that you find someone who can give you the joy of fulfilling your rest.
Best regards, I hope that you have a wonderful day.
Do you think you might add more Fandoms to your List at some point?
Hey, Devin here!
Thank you so much for your question! Unfortunately, given the fact that I'm tied up with irl stuff and other projects (if you follow my ao3, I'm posting weekly for a twst fic), adding new fandoms may take years in the future. I appreciate the interest, though.
Thank you so much and I hope that you have a wonderful day! :D
Hiii good morning/night if its ok w u can make a twst request ?💞💞
Hi, Devin here!
Thank you for the interest! It really depends on my energy levels and the fact that I’m busy with other projects, but feel free to tell me what your request is! Chances are I’ll do it.
Thank you so much and I hope that you have a wonderful day!
Food for Thought (NSFW! Neutrophil Squad x Reader)
Warnings: NSFW, mentions of both sets of genitalia, oral sex.
@helloiamadrawer Request: Hi Devin! I'm gonna post this on both of your blogs if you don't mind, I'm back with another Cells At Work imagine (it's a bit nsfw)
So if neutrophils are so good at phagocytosis, wouldn't that mean they would be good at giving oral in the bedroom? Just a thought 😏🤔
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U-1146
Awkward, but not lacking in heart.
When it comes to intimate relations, U-1146 is a gentleman, first and foremost. While he will gladly and unerringly save you from invading pathogens and bacteria, he isn’t as suave or as experienced when it comes to amorous activities. He’s a romantic at heart, always wanting to broaden his horizons outside of defending the body, but his earnestness doesn't always mean that he will get it right on the first try.
That said, he will have to rely on his partner. They will have to steadily make sure that the relationship continuously evolves, that their trust in each other does not falter, and that both of them do not overstep their boundaries. Sometimes, 1146 may try to initiate more intimate gestures between the both of them, but he'll mostly rely on the affections and coaxing from his partner.
When it comes to love, he's a student, but one day, he will gladly take the reins and pleasure his significant other.
When that day comes, U-1146 is strangely determined, but at the same, bashful and a little shy. He'll warm up his significant other with passionate kisses interspersed with more fleeting, butterfly kisses and shy touches before becoming bolder. He'll treat your body delicately, as if you are wounded and he's tending to you in the infirmary.
Once you have become pliant in his arms, he'll start undressing you. First, he'll slowly reveal the skin closest to your throat, treating your neck and your chest as if they are treasures not meant for his eyes. He'll take his time stimulating your most sensitive spots, tweaking your nipples and massaging up and down your arms before interlacing his fingers with your own.
Carefully, slowly, he'll gradually go down lower... lower still. Lower until his nose grazes your navel, his hot breath fanning over the expanse of your stomach. Maybe you'll laugh, maybe he'll smile. He'll press more kisses and nuzzle into your warm, plush skin, breathing in your tantalizing scent.
Eventually, he'll tug at the rest of your clothes and look up at you, his eyes asking a question. When you gaze down at him, you'll see that he's still nervous, but there's a steely determination that you see in his eyes. This is the same gaze he has when he knows that he's being called out to do his duty and kill pathogens.
You know that he'll pleasure you to the best of his abilities.
After giving your consent, whether it be inclining your head towards him, a smile, or maybe just a plain and simple whispered yes, he'll slowly reveal yourself to him.
He'll gaze down at the area between your legs, his hands massaging and stroking your outer thighs before slowly, teasingly, admiringly spreading your legs apart by pressing gently, but firmly upon the muscles of your inner thighs.
It's at this point that he'll gently press his fingers against your most sensitive areas, warming and loosening you up. He'll watch in fascination as you moan for him, your breaths hitching, eyes widening and darkening with carnal pleasure. Finally, finally, he'll duck down low and bring his mouth down upon your skin.
If you have a phallus, he'll make sure to cup you gently, making sure to lick and kiss at your head. One of his hands will stroke you, making sure to alternate between softer and firmer touches. The entire time, he'll gaze upon you, dark black eyes gauging your reaction.
Like his mind during battle, he'll analyze you. Every move you make, every reaction, every breath. He catalogues it, makes note of what you want and how you want it.
Eventually, he'll take you slowly, slowly, slowly into his mouth until he has as much of you as he possibly can. Perhaps, for his first time, he can only get a part of you in, but that's fine. Both of his hands pick up the slack.
Rubbing. Stroking. Cupping.
You. Just you.
If you have a hole, he's diving in like a cautious diver investigating hidden depths. He'll lick in and around your folds, testing your reactions, making sure that you're enjoying what he's doing. Eventually, his hands will pat you, stroke you, gently tease your folds apart. When he has you completely boneless and at his mercy, he'll venture to your clit, his tongue making long, sweeping motions over and over, making sure to hit that sweet, sensitive button until he has you whining for more.
And perhaps he becomes emboldened. When you're about to experience orgasm, he'll go down to your hole and pleasure you there, his tongue flicking in and out, diving deeper and deeper as he becomes more confident. Still giving you stimulation, but never quite enough.
Eventually, though, whichever genitalia you might have, he'll work you, his tongue and mouth working over time until you eventually reach your peak. Even after your spend covers his face and his hands, he'll continue eating you out until you beg for him to stop.
Or.
You beg for him to keep going.
U-2001
An insistence to push you to your limits, but only for the cost of making you feel pleasure and love that you have never felt before—and will never again with someone else.
U-2001, is far more utilitarian. Businesslike. While he may not always pursue relationships, that doesn't mean that he'll go for just about any cell. He prefers to have an understanding before he beds anyone. Something intellectual. Or like minded.
Once he sees you as an equal and as someone worth pursuing, he'll gladly seek you out for amorous activities. If you are in a romantic relationship that will eventually develop into something more sexual, he'll gladly take it at your pace and give you small, fluffy comforts to make you happy. If this is a friends-with-benefits situation, he'll treat you with respect, but in a strictly professional sense. He'll never go against your boundaries so long as you don't disrespect his own.
When he beds you, it's all about control.
Give and take.
How much of you can be bared to him and how much of himself will he let you see behind his well mannered persona?
2001 is no sadist, but he takes absolute delight in making you feel things. Say things. Moan things.
All under his careful ministrations.
For those under a more romantic relationship with him, he'll start with massages. First, he'll have you lie on your back, your clothes already loosened and ready for him to take. He likes to leave whatever clothing you have on as he massages you. There's just something comforting and sensual that he wants you boneless and eager for him, even though when he starts, he strays away from your most sensitive spots and makes it seem like just a normal, everyday massage.
Despite that, however, just when you're about to complain that he'll never get to the good part, that's when he'll gently drag your clothing up. Higher and higher. More and more skin revealed to his rapturous gaze. He'll trace his finger against the line of your spine, pausing now and then to watch how your body squirms in anticipation.
He'll do that to every piece of clothing that you might still have on your body. He wants you naked and supplicant to his later carnal, physical demands.
And that's when he'll start.
If you are in a transactional relationship, he prefers to keep clothes on. It gives him a sense of almost professionalism, of control. He likes seeing skirts being hiked up or pants being dragged down to your knees. It's a debauched, perverted picture of who you are as a person. It's also a twisted sense of boundaries that outline your agreement as friends with benefits.
For whoever he's with, he'll dive in between your legs, hands stroking, cupping, pumping whatever holes you have.
For those who have a phallus, he's quick to take you into his mouth. His mouth runs hot and he'll be quick to take you again and again, bobbing his head up and down. He prefers you to lean against the wall or the bed or wherever he has decided to take you. His hands will stay at your hips, not once straying to your balls or your shaft. Only his mouth will do the talking.
His hands, strong and unyielding as they are, paint a purple masterpiece in the coming hours—dark bruises that he is proud to have displayed on you. Bruises that he'll be sure to kiss and lavish with affection once he's done with the main event.
But for now...
He'll bob his head up and down. Faster and faster and faster and—
He'll stop, coy and mischievous.
At this point, you are nearly spent, almost depleted in energy, but your want—no need—for release runs high. He'll beg you again and again, you want to cum you have to cum and he'll gladly bring you to the top, to the peak, at the very edge and you're right there, just right there, please, just a little more, a little faster, a little tighter—
And he brings you back down again.
And you beg and you beg and you beg.
And then, when he thinks you had enough, he releases you.
If you have a warm, wet hole for him, he's digging in deep like he's on death row and you're his last meal. Your knees are brought up to your head. Your pussy is bared to him and all the world to see. He doesn't waste time stroking you or testing how plush your inner thighs are. That's for later when he has enough sense and less urgency to fully appreciate other aspects of your body.
Now, all he wants is to sink in, to massage your inner walls with his tongue, ravish and lavish your clit with as much attention as he possibly can.
He'll break you.
Make you cum over and over again.
He wants you to cry and weep for him to keep going, to bring you over to the edge again and again, never stopping.
At the very end, when you have orgasmed, he'll bring your legs down and press kisses upon your skin and nuzzle into your neck.
He likes seeing you well spent.
U-2048
Throwing away rehearsed, well established movements for carnal pleasure born out of his wants and desires.
To get to the point, U-2048 is an idiot. Plain and simple.
While he does try to come across as smooth and suave, the very caricature of machismo and masculinity, he is still very much a skittish romantic at heart who thinks he's trying to fulfill your fantasies as opposed to being himself. During the early phases of your relationship, he'll try to court you with sweet nothings, all petty and with very little meaning to him. He wants to say things that are both true and make you want to swoon at the very sight of him. Unfortunately, he gives himself the reputation of someone far more sleazier than who he truly is.
Really, who is he trying to kid?
If you don't do something about this, he may or may not end up being consumed by this false picture that he puts on display just for you.
However, once he realizes that you like for who he is and not the front that he thinks is perfect for a cell like you, he'll gradually let it drop. It takes a while for him to realize that there's more to romance than looking and acting cool all the time. His inability to drop his guard and just be himself can be a bit of a talking point at the very beginning, but eventually he'll see sense and become a lover that will put his insecurities aside to make you happy.
At the beginning of your sexual relationship with 2048, his actions at the start of your romantic endeavors could be easily translated into sex. For one thing, while he's always placed your needs above his own, it always seems like he's trying to outdo himself and any other lovers you had before him.
His movements are always grand in their own seductive way. He tries to wring orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, smiling in victory at your flushed face and the sweat that drips in rivulets upon your chest. He wants you to be blissed out, boneless, unable to do more than to welcome him into the bed with open arms after the fact.
However, once he becomes aware that you want him for him, that's when his approach to sex changes.
For one, if you happen to have a dick, he won't go down on you quick, his movements sure and firm. He'll place butterfly kisses on the head of your cock, let his breath fan out upon your shaft. His fingers, long and usually leaning towards the cold side, will draw tiny little designs upon the expanse of your thighs. He'll take his time savoring in your sighs and moans, dedicating countless minutes to memorize your every vocalization.
Had he not learned how to be a romantic, he would have hurried through his loving and would not have appreciated just how beautiful, how pliable you were under his touch.
His lips cover your plush head, the soft velvet of your shaft radiating warmth down his throat. He'll start slow and hesitant, always looking up at you through his lashes for every single tell. There are some nights when he allows you to flounder in his every touch, where all you can do is beg for more and more, faster, please be faster until you finally reach your peak.
Other times, he'll work you up so quickly that you have no choice but to scream out his name, your thighs shaking under his careful hold. The very sight of you is ingrained in his eyelids. These are the nights when he wants to play a part of the great protector, of the smooth gentleman who has taken his heart. It's not a lie, he'll laugh. He truly does love you to the point of silliness.
And if you have a beautiful space in between your legs that are fit for his fingers, and better yet, his tongue. At the early stages of your relationship, he'll dive right in.
First his tongue. Almost clinical, he'll go in, searching for your weaknesses. Trying to exploit your various spots that will make you cry out in pleasure.
When you've become ready, he'll start spreading you more and more with his fingers, preparing you for the main event.
And that's when he'll spear you with his cock.
And yet, when he starts acting like his true self, when he no longer wants to blind you with mindless pleasure (not that you mind and not that he ever stops doing that), he'll be slower. Fully in the moment. No longer will he be blinded with wanting to show off for you, trying to tell you through his actions that he loves you. Rather, he'll pleasure you, slowly, softly.
The both of you will engage in conversation, content to have fun in between the sheets while conversing.
The sex isn't perfect, but that's not the point.
2048 realizes after all this time that he wants you to be happy and satiated. To be fully present with you.
His tongue laps at your folds, his nose bumping against your clit. Sometimes, he'll allow his enthusiasm to get the best of him. Not at the expense of making you cry out in pleasure so that he may bask in your euphoria, but rather, he would become clumsy. His movements are not as coordinated. The smoothness and deftness in which he would move his tongue in and out of your pussy lacking in refinement.
But, at that point, it didn't matter.
You did.
You were everything to him.
And it's with every gasp, every sigh, every giggle as you rake your fingers through his hair to scratch his scalp that matters to him.
U-2626
A game he plays with you—in the end you will always win because he alone makes sure that you are always surprised by his actions.
To U-2626, everything is a game. Including love. Including sexual exploits. Including you.
He lives to make life entertaining, his mischief knowing no bounds. There are times when his more serious, grounded side comes through, but that's rare when it comes to you. On the battlefield, his every movement is purposeful and strong. With you, he acts more whimsical and almost exaggerates his childish mannerisms. His every intent is to make sure that you don't see the warrior that lies behind the mask of mischief and frivolity. If he had his way, you would not realize that there is blood caked in the crease that separates his nails from his fingertips. Or that his scent is usually infused with that of a bacteria's guts still staining the air with its pungent aroma.
The way he indulges in you, reveals who he truly is.
When you first come to know him, he's always teasing. Gentle with you, treating you as if you are porcelain. Despite the fact that you are not as fragile as you look, he doesn't want to scare you off from himself. It's a stupid thought. Irrational. But he can't bear you looking upon him in fear.
It's almost like he wishes that he were anything but a neutrophil, but alas.
He is an immune cell built to defend the body from any and all pathogens.
Stroking, fellating, and holding. Always holding, always trying to be the person you want him to be. He wants you to see him as someone who will make you laugh. Who will make you smile with joy. With mirth that could not be contained in that small vessel that you call a body.
His hands, covered in blood, encased in callouses, providing delicious friction to your phallus. His mouth, yearning for more, wanting for love, eager to please and insistent on making sure that you are well taken care of.
He'll nip and lick you, every movement teasing and wanting you to look at him in faux irritation. Taking you up higher and higher onto the precipice of mirth and euphoria until he finally holds your hand, his fingers almost tickling against yours, but giving you the support and comfort of someone who will always be at your side.
But then he grows bold and sometimes, when you are not expecting it, he'll show you how ruthless he can be. His fingers might graze you a little too roughly, his tongue and hot mouth laced with the barest hint of teeth. Like the blade that he hides in the sleeves of his uniform.
He'll bring you to the edge over and over, his bloodlust wanting you to scream. To squirm. To look upon him as if he were the last thing you would ever see in your life.
Your pussy, so sweet. So delicious. So divine. So utterly pliable and wet under his ministrations.
He almost never lets his tongue go in too deep. Rather, he'll kiss you. Butterfly kisses that have you aching for more and urging him, cursing him to go deeper. Delve into your depths like a miner seeking gold. His every movement is a tease, eliciting mounting and budding frustration that almost pains you when you seek release.
So it's a long sought out, undeniable pleasure when he doesn't treat you like porcelain. The knives that he hides beneath his sturdy sleeves, the darkness that barely hides beneath the thin veneer of frivolity. It all disappears in lieu of him making you realize just who he is.
This time, when he embarks on pleasuring you, he's rough. Efficient. He knows what you want, and in truth, he wants what you want as well.
He'll have you on your back, your legs encasing his face as his mouth smothers your hole. At first, it seems like he's pleasuring you without finesse, but his terrible plan is made clear when you have been taken to completion far quicker than usual.
Licking you, his tongue making long, broad strokes upon your plush, silky skin. His mouth plastered to your skin.
It seems like he is everywhere and when he is everywhere, your body reacts to his touch. Your nerves on fire. More surface area that had been affected by his mouth and when you come to that realization, it's too late.
You have already cum.
U-4989
Eager to please, eager to love, and eager to try out new things.
U-4989 doesn't quite know what he wants. Well, actually, he does. He wants you. He wants no one but you.
No one can ever measure up to you and he does not want to ever find out if anyone ever could. This is it for him. You are his end game. The one thing that he would want to have at the end of his life.
He loves your scent, your laugh, your smile. He loves it when you compliment his creativity and his skills regarding the way he likes to use random things to kill bacteria. (Yes, he already knows that it's against regulation to do so, but it's fun! And making killing fun increases his efficiency and kill count, so what's the harm?)
He loves you and he is more than confident that you feel the same.
That said, his love and amorousness is unparalleled to the way he romances you in the bedroom. On the outside, he is the type of person to not withhold his love for you while out in public. Screw those people who think that public displays of affection should not be allowed. Let the both of you be free, he thinks fiercely. There’s nothing more that he wants than to hold you close, hug you, kiss you. He doesn’t care if people watch, he has to make sure that his love for you is not contingent on the circumstances!
Cute and adorable, you would think that this would translate to the bedroom. And to a certain extent, you are correct. While he would not be as innocent as others seem to think he is, he’s not exactly that well versed in sex.
Some would say that he was unrefined. Inexperienced.
But that's okay.
Rather, it's the way he falls head over heels to get you onto the bed (or realistically, anywhere) so that he may worship your body that makes you fall just as easily.
It's cute, in a way. Like a puppy that's eager to please and with just as much energy to make you smile.
The lack of refinement emphasizes the love and devotion that he had for you. His movements, while steady and purposeful when executing bacteria, vacillate between being quick and slow. Exploratory and hesitant. But never rough. Always sweet.
He'll swirl his tongue around your cock. Up and down, fisting the expanse of your length until it blossoms and grows in the palms of his hands. His lips, plush and sweet, the very opposite of the life that he was born to have, nuzzles and sucks you in.
Farther and farther.
Down into the depths of his throat.
He alternates between a more measured pace to one that is closest to how he truly feels about you.
He lavishes you with kisses full of silent promises that he will forever cherish you. And in between those kisses, he's having fun with you.
His hands seek you out, fingers interlacing with yours. Eyes hooded, but admiring as they rove up and down your physique.
To him, you will always be special and dear to him.
Your pussy is his playground. Being so different, he has to taste you. Sample you like you're the finest course that he will ever have the pleasure of tasting.
His mouth attaches itself to your skin, almost as if he were a parasite. The idea itself would have repulsed him, but he thinks he understands how pathogens feel when they invade the body and try to integrate themselves. For you, he would hold onto you, no matter what the world may say otherwise.
The world is his to raze if someone or something were to take you away.
With every lick, every time he sucks at your sweet spot, he’s laying claim to you. All of you is meant for him and vice versa. You are his everything.
When he finally brings you over to the edge, he’ll lazily watch as your body squirms and shakes. The trembles fill him with satisfaction as he gently massages your body as you come down from that spectacular high he had given you.
For him, sex was a game, but the dewy look in your as you ask him to kiss you again is a forever.
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(Just to let you all know, I’m still retired. I just thought that the idea was intriguing and it’s been a while since I’ve done NSFW writing. I hope you all enjoyed!)
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Anonymous Request: Sorry I'm so late in replying. I'd like to see mello when he's still at Wammy's house, maybe he'd like a caretaker sister who's a few years older than him. Or else you could write about when he was mafia and how awesome he looked like he had the world at his feet. For some reason I don't want to think back to mello dying, he's forever young in my mind. (Thank you for your reply and I wish you all the best!)
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Life was hard.
And life was infinitely harder growing up in a secluded orphanage that prioritized only what you could offer in the future than who you were as a person.
You didn't particularly know why you procrastinated on your plans to leave Wammy's. Most other alumni who graduated from the orphanage without getting adopted were either drafted into specific positions to be later used by greater letters than themselves or faded into obscurity. As for you, life seemed to be simultaneously too fast and too slow for your own liking. You knew at one point that you had to leave the safety of your childhood home, but you wanted to stretch the days until it felt like years would pass. Although you knew that the social environment in the orphanage wasn't the best—if what your friends in the psychological sciences were to be believed—you could not bear to let go of something that had sunk its claws into you for so long.
It was childish, but then again, you were still a child.
Today, you were out in the gardens that surrounded the property. Although most of the landscape was maintained by staff, there were a few areas where several students were encouraged to plant and cultivate their own vegetation. Most of the time, the area was frequented with many of the younger children—most of whom believed that they could play in the mud all day.
They weren't exactly wrong—many of their tutors touted Montessori methods of teaching and the benefits of training proprioception—but the children were expected to complete a project or two every season.
From what you could gather, most of the children would not pursue botanical pursuits other than the rare oddball or two.
Even now, there were only two small children being overseen by one of your older cohorts. The older child gave you a nod of acknowledgement before directing one of the children under her care to start digging a small hole on a small patch of bare earth.
As you walked past them and deeper into the gardens, you thought about your future. To have survived this long at Wammy's House, you would have to be smart, cunning, and resourceful. It was no secret that your sole benefactor, the legendary detective L himself, only created and maintained proteges to either replace him or to aid him in future investigations. It was like a factory where he oversaw the cultivation of future geniuses like himself.
While you were smart and clever, you never made it to the top ten students who made their home at Wammy's. No, that honor went to those who either worked their hardest to reach the top or were either gifted with intellectual superiority. That said, you knew that you were one of the fated students to fade into obscurity unless you were brought out of the shadows for something or other for either L or whoever took over when the elusive detective finally died.
Now that you made your way into the heart of the gardens, you headed towards a wrought iron bench. Despite it being decades old, it didn't look its age. Rather, the groundskeeper must have been doing his due diligence to make sure that everything under his care was flourishing and was the spitting image of what it must have looked like at the orphanage's inception.
Here, underneath the shade of an aging oak tree, you were able to relax. It was an overcast day and whatever sun was available did little to provide you with any warmth. Were you surprised? Of course not, it was England and everyone and everything had their own schedule to adhere to.
It was practically a crime to go against what was normal and usual.
So, it came to a surprise to you when you heard someone trudging down the path, making a beeline towards the bench.
And you.
It was rare for someone to find you out here, especially since it was the weekend and most of the orphanage's minders didn't keep tabs on the older students since they often proved to be "responsible".
(Was that true? Debatable, but you'd rather that they didn't nag you do to homework or keep a strict eye on your day to day life).
Curious now as to who was following you, you glanced up only to find yourself blanching at the student who was heading your way.
When you first heard the footsteps, you thought it was someone who happened to come near, someone who might have wanted to go see the bushes and the native fauna that had come with the orphanage so long ago. However, that was far from the reality.
Really, you did not see this coming.
The person who picked up speed to talk to you was none other than M or Mello.
Despite the position of his letter in the Latin alphabet, Mello was far from thirteenth place. In fact, he far surpassed those who made it in the top ten. The top five.
He was in the top three, usually making his way to second place.
He was smart and ambitious, always chomping at the bit to leave this wretched place and make a name for himself.
But he couldn't do that.
Not yet.
He was waiting for your esteemed benefactor to announce his successor.
Not that the news would matter to you, but you supposed given the rankings and the personalities of the top three students at the orphanage, you could only assume that N or Near would be the one to take L's place. In fact, most other children would agree with you, but all of you knew to keep quiet about such assumptions.
Mello wasn't a physically aggressive child most of the time, but his anger was more than enough of a deterrent to hinder such rumors.
"Mello," you greeted placidly as he practically fell in his seat next to you, "it's not like you to be walking the grounds so late in the afternoon. What brings you here?"
Sometimes, you wondered about Mello. You knew what his dreams were, what all of his hard work and striving to be the best meant for his future. Unfortunately, you knew that didn't mean that he was going to eventually get what he wanted. There was no way he could ever beat Near in the orphanage and if L ever broke his silence about his definitive successor…
You had to wonder if Mello could be a person outside of M, the second place student.
He scowled at you, but decided to face forward when you gave him a look that conveyed how done you were with him. You were more than well aware of what he was like around other students, particularly when he was angry that Near had beat him again in the rankings, but you weren't scared of him. Despite the height difference that came with puberty, you still had a few years on him. Age was but a number, but higher numbers meant seniority and sometimes, superiority—both of which Mello intimately knew well.
So, his grumbly nature didn't affect you as much as it would had you been the same age or younger than Mello.
Instead, you merely leveled an unimpressed look at him before you poked him gently on the side.
(Years ago, before the idea of rankings and numbers and letters took over all of his ambitions and dreams, he would have laughed before tickling you back).
The blond glared at you, but did not offer any more of a rebuttal than to slightly shift his weight upon the bench. You were too caught up in your antics to feel bad, but you were feeling nostalgic. No matter how old some of the students got at Wammy's, you would remember most of them as squalling toddlers or inquisitive children having fun. In the midst of the dread that came with aging out of the system, you had to hold onto things that made you happy.
And—
Well—
Messing with someone who used to be bright eyed and shy was titillating.
Unfortunately for you, after a few more seconds of your shenanigans, Mello finally had enough. He grabbed your wrist tightly—not enough to cause harm, but to stabilize your hand and to prevent you from tickling him. It was then, at that moment, you realized that Mello was uncharacteristically quiet. Subdued. Not at all the type of person who would spend weeks trying to one up Near or the person who would raise hell if he so much as heard whispers that he wasn't the best that Wammy's had to offer.
Curious now, you stopped and looked at him, a question clearly in your eyes.
"Erm, Mello...?" You didn't know what to say, given that he hadn't made it clear why he had chosen to accompany you on this fine day. As a last resort, you tugged out of his hold and leveled him a concerned, but wary glance. "Did you need something?"
That had to be the one thing that made sense to you at that moment. It was rare that Mello talked to you nowadays, even though you used to take care of him when he was younger. You couldn't put a finger on when or why, but he slowly began immersing all of his free time into his studies and beating Near. Before that, he had been content to spend most of his time living life to the fullest and playing with his friends. Now, it seemed that the Mello you used to know was now a mere shadow approaching noon.
That is to say, it no longer existed.
Though, you supposed that it had to happen at some point. People weren't meant to stay the same throughout their entire lives. Growing and change were inherent to every living thing on earth; Mello was not exempt and neither were you.
Or, rather, you knew that you were not exempt from that fact of life, but that didn't stop you from procrastinating on it. It was ironic. You came out to the garden to escape the impending doom of becoming a fully fledged adult, but now that Mello was here, you couldn't think of anything else. It would have been mildly infuriating if it were not for the pensive look upon Mello's face.
"I talked to Roger today." That was not an angle to the conversation you expected. Roger kept up to date on all of the students under his care, but he reserved most of his face to face interactions for those who held potential to become L's successors... Or those who were ready to leave the House. You weren't exactly ready, but you knew that you were due to meet him in a month or so. Presumably, you would have a plan already in place or working on one. If not, you knew that he had a number of connections and career opportunities lined up at the ready for students who needed help or lacked initiative.
While you rarely spoke with the old man, you already knew that you were not looking forward to the impending conversation.
"Okay... And?"
You didn't know what to expect. Mello was a fair bit younger than you, so you didn't expect his news to be anything other than his longtime pursuit of trying to one up Near, but you were surprised.
"You're moving out soon."
You shrugged, not at all concerned on the outside, but cringing on the inside. "Technically, yes. I don't have any concrete plans at the moment."
The most that you could claim were only vague memories picking through university fliers or a list of phone numbers and emails that would get you connected to former Wammy's House alumni. You knew you had to move forward some day, but you did not want to start that large jump for the future right now. Rather... that should be saved for the future.
The frown that spread on his face was more than enough warning that you said the wrong thing.
But what could you have said?
And that’s when you realized that he looked rather downtrodden. For a young teenager recently experiencing the throes of puberty, he looked rather pathetic, but at the same time, you saw that there was a faint anger in his eyes. Even his body language screamed that he was battling something in his mind. Something that must have been bothering him. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, eyes narrowed in irritation.
“Mello,” you crooned softly. He scoffed at your attempt to calm him, but it wasn’t like your attempts were in vain. Despite his appearance, he gradually relaxed. You faced away at the last possible moment to preserve a few seconds of your poorly disguised mirth. “Use your words, what’s wrong?”
The blond always played at being an adult, especially when talking to actual adults, but to you, he caved.
His voice started out subtle, almost as if he was tearing out the words out of his mouth like a dentist pulling teeth. Hesitant and soft, he said, “You’re leaving.” A pause. “Without me.”
You blinked at him, confused. “Well, yes. But that’s what happens when we become of age. That’s the way Wammy’s works.” You thought a moment, trying to process why he seemed so put out at your inevitable fate. “You know this already, Mello, why would—”
And that’s when it hit you.
Really, you knew that you weren’t bright enough to get into the top ten, but still. If you had the capacity to care, you would have been irritated at yourself for blatantly missing the signs. Of course, how could you not have seen it before!
“You’re going to miss me.” It was a statement you reiterated when you observed Mello about to speak up, probably about to refute your assumption. “Awwww, Mello!”
Before he could leap off the bench, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and squeezed tight.
Most students at the House would have balked at giving Mello affection, but not you. It was rare to see Mello be vulnerable and willingly show his more emotional side of himself. You couldn’t imagine him engaging in heart to hearts with Matt or god forbid, Near.
“You’re just as annoying as I remember,” Mello muttered into the crook of your neck. His warm breath ghosted over your skin, his voice as small as the child he once was.
For a moment, the both of you basked in the warm embrace.
However, like all things, this moment had to pass. The both of you had to face reality.
Grow up.
At the other end of the garden, you heard the small children who had been busy planting were whooping and hollering in delight. Over the din, you could barely make out that they had found a wriggling patch of worms and were busy trying to get their current caretaker to touch one of them. The added screams made you smile, but also reminded you that you couldn’t hold Mello forever.
Slowly—achingly—you released him.
But Mello did not immediately leave.
Instead, he leaned back against the wrought iron bench and closed his eyes.
As a bit of sun peeked through the overcast clouds, you could barely make out what he said.
But you heard him all the same.
“Yeah… I’ll miss you.”
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hi,I'm glad that you are still writing Mello's articles in 2023. The Mello you write is very close to the original work. Every time I read your article, I feel like Mello is standing in front of me.He is really the kind of person who can easily become yandere.Can you write more about him if you have time?
Hey, Devin here!
Thanks for the kind words! I’m glad that you liked that I wrote Mello so well! While I don’t normally write for Death Note anymore, I guess I could.
Neutrophil Squad x F! Immune Cell Reader Before Dating Headcanons
Warnings: N/A
@hellowiamadrawer Request: Hi again, if it's okay could I have some headcanons of how the female reader (can be an immune cell or regular cell) met the neutrophil squad (4989, 2048,2626 and ofc 2001) before they started dating?
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U-2001
U-2001 probably met you when you were both newly matured neutrophils while in the middle of combat. While he's a skilled neutrophil, that doesn't mean that he's infallible.
In the middle of gutting a bacteria with one of his many knives, he forgets that he shouldn't leave his back wide open. As his receptor pings in urgency, he tries to turn around, knife in hand and at the ready, but is still slow to react.
Luckily for him, 2001 is not alone. Despite the bloodbath and carnage that decorates the middle of the bloodstream, you are there to protect him. Like him, you're not a seasoned veteran, but you are spry and full of life. The instant you recognize that your teammate is in trouble, you leap him and immediately annihilate the scum that dared to hurt another immune cell.
After a brief acknowledgement of your valiant efforts, the both of you go back into your attack positions and stave off the continuing infection.
For many cycles afterwards, you don't talk, but acknowledge each other. Respect grows between you and you can on him to step in whenever a bacterium or parasite proves too much and vice versa.
It isn't until the both of you end up being critically injured and sent to the infirmary that you and 2001 finally have a conversation that doesn't require the use of your combat skills and bloodlust.
Between the two of you, your warrior's bond far exceeds everything and allows you to build your relationship from mutual trust and respect.
U-2048
You meet U-2048 when he's busy trying to flirt with various civilian cells. While he definitely has the looks for a cliche Casanova type, he isn't that great with his words.
As an immune cell, he already has points docked for attractiveness because of his inherent bloodlust that comes with the territory, so that rule out most civilians. But, he also has points docked for being rather too forward or too coy with his advances.
He will never admit it, but he can never find the right balance when trying to woo possible love interests.
With you, though, he's a strong conversationalist. Despite his apparent interest in trying to go for various other cells, he always find time to relax and joke around you. Here, all his corny puns and pick up lines actually sound smooth and not like he rehearsed them many times in the mirror like he was still a myelocyte.
Eventually, those pick up lines begin to grow more and more true. It starts as something small. Innocuous. Something he can plausibly deny as being a product of inebriation or deliberate teasing.
However, as time goes on, he becomes more bold and more willing to take risks.
In the end, this culminates in an impromptu confession where he is no longer afraid of possible rejection or making his feelings known.
Whether or not you reject him, he'll be fine. All he wants is to show you that he can be truthful and honest about his feelings.
U-2626
Getting to know U-2626 is a unique experience. He's level headed and rational, compassionate and loyal. Although his hair masks his eyes, and thus, many of his expressions, you can tell that he's always pleased to see you.
It's his smile, his laugh, and his mannerisms that make him intriguing. He's an engaging character who's always keen to make you giggle at his jokes or the stories about his teammates that he made you swear you wouldn't tell anyone.
He's a sweet companion, a friend to you at your lowest, darkest moments. Attentive and kind, he's always there with a mug of steaming green tea and a cone of glucose should you ever need it.
Furthermore, he's while he's great at conversation, he's also a good listener. It doesn't matter if you want to complain or to pass the time by talking about the trivial. He lives for them all because he can spend time with you.
As a result, it's because of these conversations that the both of you come to realize that the both of you hold each other in a positive regard. So much so that it's not long before the both of you are in a relationship—much to the bemusement and fond exasperation of your coworkers.
U-4989
With U-4989, you know you’re always in for a ride.
You know that most of 4989’s improvised weapons are against regulation, but you can’t help indulging him in his whimsical creations that do, more often than not, actually get the job done. You wouldn’t be giving up your standard issued weapons any time soon, but seeing 4989 go after bacteria with a sign for glucose sweets or a pan filled with various nutrients never fails to make you smile.
It’s all adventure and adrenaline with the both of you. It’s almost like the world is constantly colliding and spinning faster and faster, never stopping. From the amusing to the horrifying, the both of you face life’s challenges and hardships with laughter spilling from your mouths and joy in your souls.
For a good while, you thought you were just good friends with him, but then he starts making things for you. Sometimes, it’s weapons. Other times, neat little trinkets that don’t often have a functional purpose, but look pretty in your dorm room. Each and every time, without fail, you thank him and you watch as his large eyes grow wide and his cheeks become saturated with the color of an eosinophil’s uniform.
You grow to love this cute, bashful side of 4989.
Unfortunately, he isn’t always the best with words, often favoring physical affection and action.
That’s more than fine by you.
Really, it’s fine if he wants to take the lead in other aspects of this burgeoning relationship, but it’s you who steps up and tells him that you would like to be official.
Again, his eyes bulge wide open and he looks shocked, but in the end, he accepts.
Every day, from then on, he’s always at your side, fiddling with something new and making sure that you have the nicest of his creations.
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Hi just here to ask do you still write requests for Cells At Work?
Hey, Devin here!
It's been a while, but I'm always up for new requests. I can't guarantee that I'll do the request (I'll let you know if I can't), but I am interested in what you want to read!
Sorry to bother you are you still taking death note requests? I absolutely loved your yandere L's and cute Matsuda stories the ending to platonic Yandere L taking his psuedo stolen adult child to the morgue shook me...I like wanted to know what happens next ahhh ! Anyway hope you know I love ypir work so much and appreciate your time to have this blog write our visions we cannot❤🖤💖🦋Your awesome and if my question bothered you sorry 😆 I still love reading your other works here or on ao3 you have a gift for making words come to life !
Hey, Devin here!
I'm so happy that you like my Death Note fics! They were always a joy to make since I get to revisit the characters and plot that made up a large part of my childhood and early anime viewing experience! Unfortunately, I don't really write for Death Note anymore. This could change in the future, but alas, my heart would not be into it and I would not like to give my readers a subpar experience.
Thank you so much for your kind words (the platonic yandere fic is actually one of the fics that I had the most fun writing since platonic yanderes can be quite entertaining) and I hope that you have a wonderful day!
(And, if you ever want to, feel free to ask more questions! You seem like a great person to talk to!)
do you know how you want the story to end when you start, or are you just stumbling through the figurative wilderness hoping to find a road?
talk about a notable time a narrative or character has looked you dead in the eyes and said “fuck your plan, here’s what we’re actually doing.”
on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?
what is the plot bunny you’ve been carrying for the longest? optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven’t written it yet and experience deep existential dread?
have you ever made a playlist about something you were writing as an elaborate means to procrastinate when you could have been actually writing and if yes drop a link, son
do you have any kind of consistent writing schedule or just hoping for the best?
tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?
in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?
at what point in the process do you come up with titles, and how easy or hard is that for you?
what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?
do you ever have trouble focusing on writing? how do you get around that?
talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.
what’s your worst writing habit?
where do you share your writing?
where is your favorite place to write?
what is your favorite line you’ve ever written?
what is your most and least favorite part of writing?
what are some books or authors that influenced your style the most?
what is your favorite trope to write?
pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.
describe your writing process from scratch to finish.
how do you deal with writers block?
on average, how much writing do you get done in a day?
what’s your revision or rewriting process like?
do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?
do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? 28. And who do you share them with?
handwritten notes or typed notes?
give us a spoiler for one of your stories.
most inspirational quote you’ve ever read or heard that’s still important to you.
tell us about one of your characters who’s an absolute joy to write
do characters influence your writing style?
do you start with the characters or the plot when writing?
how do you name characters and places?
tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot
do you base your characters of real people or not? If so, tell us about one.
when creating characters, what comes first: appearance, backstory, motivation, personality, something else?
how many stories do you work on at one time?
are you an avid reader?
best piece of feedback you’ve ever gotten.
what is the weirdest story idea you’ve ever had.
describe the aesthetic of a story in 5 words.
how did writing change you?
any writing advice you want to share?
name three of your favorite fanfic writers.
what time are you the most productive when it comes to writing?
what story are you most proud of?
do you reread your own stories?
do you want to be published some day?
do you plan or do you write whatever comes to your mind?
share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet
how many unfinished ideas/stories are you working on at the same time?
when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?
what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?
do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?
five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?
what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were reading it?
what is the last thing that a fic made you google when you were writing it?
where is the most dangerous place that you’ve read fic?
where is the most dangerous place that you’ve written fic?
what was the first commercial property (book/movie/tv show/etc) that you realized was actually professional fanfiction?
what’s the weirdest reason you’ve ever shipped something?
what’s the best insult you’ve read in a fic?
what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?
what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve written?
when have you felt the most confident in your writing?
when have you felt the least confident?
how long will you spend on a story or scene before you give up?
how do you write emotional scenes? do you ever feel what the characters feel?
are you very critical of your own writing? how much do you find yourself editing (either during the writing or after the fact)?
how do you balance writing and life? do you ever feel overwhelmed by the amount of writing you have to do?
what do you do if a scene gets too serious?
how do you visualize scenes? do you see it like a movie in your head, or do the words just flow?
are you a planner, pantser, or planster?
do you know how your story ends before you start writing?
what is one essential thing to remember when writing a villain?
how do you write kissing scenes?
how do you choose where to end a chapter?
are you an over-writer, under-writer, or just-right-er?
do you try to put themes, motifs, messages, morals, etc in your writing? if so, how do you go about it?
if you could go back in time and give your younger self a piece of writing advice specific to you, what would it be?
“proper” punctuation or all lowercase?
less is more or more is more?
said: overused or underused?
what would be on a moodboard for your current wip(s)?
which season best matches the mood of your wip(s)?
does your writing style change depending on the genre you write?
if you could have another author write your wip for you (bc we all dream of this occasionally), who would it be?
sarcastic narrators: entertaining or overdone?
do you notice your own voice in your writing style?
how has your writing style changed over the years?
first, second, or third person?
do you hear other people’s writing styles when they talk?
do you prefer dialogue or description?
do you describe a character’s appearance all right away or in pieces?
romantic/social sideplots: interesting or irritating?
abstract or detailed romance scenes?
what don’t you like about your writing style?
was being a writer a dream of yours when you were little? or did it spring up when your older? or is it just a hobby?
open question to the writer.
a compiled list of asks for me to reference. they are not my own. just some of my favorite questions i’ve picked out from a couple different lists. feel free to reblog and use too!!
-2 (do you have plans for anyone specific in the cast? can't say yet? someone from home? just cameron? lmao)
-7 (what club would she even be in? :D if she had magic abilities, would that change what club she would choose to join?)
-8 (aside from the obvious suspects lmao. or you know what? yeah. complain about them more, perhaps.)
-12 (events!!! :D ik we talked about them not being too relevant, but even just vibe-wise ;) what's the girl up to lmao)
-15 (again, aside from the obvious lmao)
thank you for your lovely words, devin :)) HAVE A BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT DAY MUWAHHH!!!!! YEAHHHHH💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥🥳💪💥💥💥💥💥💥
Oh my gosh! Hi! :D
2. Who is your OC’s closest platonic friend?
So many good mini questions to go with the main question! I don't have any specific plans as of yet! Only an outline on which characters she can kinda get along with better than others. You gotta remember that she's in NRC in a professional capacity, so she isn't going to go headfirst into friendship right away. The reason why she's so close to Cam was because it was the summer, she was new, and Cameron probably didn't have many friends left in NRC over the summer break anyway.
I will say that don't be surprised that Key's relationships with the Housewardens will develop quicker than any other canon characters and that she may prefer friendships like with other support staff or the interns in the school. (Remember, she's there as a professional and she technically has a life outside of school and its students! I'm really hoping that Key gets a good female friend either in the interns or in the town below just because lol)
And don't worry! She does have friends at home! There is a flashback coming up... ;)
7. Why did they join their clubs?
Ohhhh! A club! I think she would attend the same club regardless if she had magic or not. I think if the school offered like a club that focuses on history or aspects of culture like discussions on mythology and legends, I think she would excel in that. And not because she grew up with Disney hahaha!
Another club that I think she would do well in would be the Light Music Club! It's mention before that she knows a bit of piano! She's not a composer by any means and it'll take her a couple practices to perfect a piece, but she could definitely do it. Plus, she's also a dancer and her style is mostly derived from a certain King of Pop hehehe.
The one problem with the Light Music Club is probably the members? Key is more of a loner, but she doesn't mind getting to know other people. She's okay with it, but like... she needs time to recharge. So, we have Lilia, Cater, and Kalim... All of them somewhat sociable in their own ways. I think she would get along most with Lilia because he's both mischievous and willing to let her have her own space.
However...I feel like Cater would annoy Key because he would always badger her for selfies or stop practices to pick out the perfect playlist. You'll find in next question you ask that I'll delve into certain qualities a character might have... that could lead to her disliking.
And Kalim? Key appreciates Kalim, but he's way too sociable and there are times when he can be selfish. Yes, he's earnest and kinder than most other people in NRC, but he can be somewhat unaware that Key might like being alone or that she wouldn't feel sad even if she doesn't have expensive clothing or shoes. I think, over time, when Key finally overcomes her politeness and establishes her boundaries (that Kalim will agree to, but will take time to practice), they can be really good friends.
8. Is there a character your OC doesn’t like, if so why?
Crowley.
I'm mostly kidding! There's this... tension lining their relationship due to the very circumstances that they ended up knowing each other. I won't say anything too much, but more of their interactions are explored in Chapter 29 and there will be another interaction in a future chapter that will illustrate where their relationship could go.
And, I did mention that there are certain qualities that Key may not... be okay with.
She like to be punctual, professional, and above all else, pragmatic.
You'll find that Key gets irritated when she can't do her job properly because of someone's incompetence or because someone else can't be bothered to do their job, which hinders her role. It's not like she wants to be mean, but in a roundabout way, she likes routine. She can be afford to be spontaneous and fun when she chooses to be spontaneous and fun. If there's supposed to be an established routine or job she's supposed to do, she will do it and anyone who stands in her way is somewhat of an obstacle.
She also doesn't like it when people tell her what to do or compare her to others.
12. What is your OC’s favorite event(s), what was their role?
Ohhhh! I don't know much about the events, unfortunately. I've seen bits and pieces, but the one event that I'm fairly familiar with is Lost in the Book with Stitch. I feel like... Glorious Masquerade? I feel like Key would be enamored with the City of Flowers and she'd click with Rollo as well! Probably not in a good way, especially after he tries to kill the students (why can he do it, but she can't???), but in early interactions or after their relationship is repaired, but maybe they bond over expensive stationery sets and scrapbooking.
(Rollo probably looks down on scrapbooking, but he eventually understands that there is artistry inherent in the hobby).
Also. Stickers. All of the stickers :D
15. What is a secret not many characters know about your OC?
Hmmm... It hasn't been established outright as of yet, but Key is a dancer! She loves partner dances like swing and she loves the occasional line dance like the Cha Cha Slide and Cupid Shuffle! She loves shuffling (any type of shuffle) and back at home, she liked covering some of Michael Jackson's best dance moves.
She can following along with Billie Jean and Thriller fairly well.
Another secret... Probably not relevant as of yet, but she doesn't like looking at her reflection in Twisted Wonderland.
Ohhhh, and her true name is *gets shot*
Thank you so much for the questions and your kind words! I also wish you a wonderful day! :D
In the Middle (Yandere! Brian Thomas x Reader x Yandere! Tim Wright)
Warnings: Yandere character, yandere behavior, creepy behavior/invasion of personal space, etc.
Anonymous Request: Hiya Devin. Could I request a yandere Tim and Brian from Marble Hornets with a darling that is best friends with Alex please?
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“Hey, you two!” You beamed at Tim and Brian as you walked in through the doorway, a skip in your step and a gleam in your eyes. You had just come in from a statistics exam, and while you did not study as thoroughly as you hoped, the test was easier than you had thought. “Have you seen Alex?”
Nerves still thrumming in excitement, you had decided that you wanted to celebrate despite not knowing what your grade was. If you celebrated now, you wouldn’t have to mourn later when you found that your test was marked in red to hell and back. And if it did turn out that you had passed—and with a high score—then you could go out and party all you liked! That meant twice the happiness and twice the fun!
And you knew who you would have liked to hang out with most.
Alex and his girlfriend Amy.
You had met Alex one day while you were walking around the campus without a care in the world. You don’t quite remember why you decided to walk around the hallways, but you glad you did. You happened across a group of students auditioning for a new short film (Marble Hornets, you think it was called) and had ended up watching some of it unfold.
In the midst of the auditions (well, there were only two auditions), you observed how the student filmmaker handled directing and talking to the somewhat shy student who continuously referred back to the script. It was cute and heartwarming, it made you remember that humanity was not always cruel or cold when it mattered most. As soon as the student auditions were over (again, it didn’t take long because… again… only two people came to audition), that’s when you got to know THE Alex Kralie.
You had heard of him in passing. He wasn’t one of the more popular students on campus, but those who frequented the filmography classes and were close to film majors all knew about him. He was an aspiring filmmaker, wide eyed and innocent, and wanting to be as great as Tarantino, Spielberg, or even Hitchcock! Normally, you wouldn’t have thought about talking to him, much less becoming friends, but this was different.
You were intrigued.
The way Alex handled Tim’s more than apparent shyness and worked with Brian’s inherent charm, it was like watching a master at work. Yes, you knew that Alex’s scripts left a lot to be desired and you bore witness to Seth’s and Jay’s attempts to subtly edit the script and the direction before Alex could catch on, but you could not deny that the film—at its core—had its charms.
It would be pretentious, for sure, but what student filmmaker out there didn’t create a movie that wasn’t a little bit pretentious?
Aside from the filmmaking, you also realized that Alex was such a great softy at heart as well! He had a wonderful golden retriever named Rocky, a big fluffy furball who was always eager to leap and kiss you with his long, slobbery tongue. You were charmed when you met the beast, but you were instantly enchanted when you met Amy.
She was beautiful and kind: the entire package that any man could have killed for.
And what better way to realize just how good of a guy Alex was than the quality of his girlfriend? Both of them were great people, creative and mischievous at heart. There were moments when you felt like you were intruding in their personal space, but they always had time for you to hang out and talk about the mundane (school) to the coolest things (Alex’s propensity to make a trainwreck of a film without making too many references to edgy movies) .
You were also great friends with the rest of the group! Sarah always had a quip ready on her lips—she always tried to clean up the scripts so that her “acting” would look more natural but alas. Alex would have none of that.
The cameraman, Seth, was quiet, but he also had a cute dog that liked to play with Rocky whenever he would bring his own little pup along to shoots.
Jay, the script supervisor… was a bit of an oddball. He knew that Alex’s script wasn’t the best thing in the world, but he didn’t try to change it too much even if he technically held more power than most of the other crew members and could have easily convinced Alex to tighten and make things more clear if he so wished. He didn’t look like a pushover, so you could only assume that he saw something worth saving in Alex’s vision… which was weird, to say the least, but nothing too concerning.
And finally…
The two main actors who elevated the production from campy to… somewhat emotional and grounded.
Both Brian and Tim were great friends who must have met a bit before the Marble Hornets’ auditions. While they seemed to look like polar opposites (Tim was reserved and snarky while Brian was all smiles and jokes). The both of them had never really acted before, but you wouldn’t have realized that from the few scenes that you managed to watch over Seth’s shoulder as he edited some of the footage to fit Alex’s picky directions.
They bounced off each other well and often hung out together. In fact, while you rarely saw Alex, it was more likely that you’ve seen Brian on campus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a psychology major, but he was a social butterfly. Every time you happened to go out to a party or ate in the cafeteria, you always saw him hanging around a group of people. No matter what, he was always surrounded with laughter and smiles.
Tim, on the other hand, wasn’t as well liked as his peers. That isn’t to say that he was a horrible person, but compared to Brian he was a wallflower who wilted if more than two people looked his way. Up until a few weeks ago, you wondered how Brian convinced Tim to audition before Alex had told you that it was him who gave him the opportunity.
Again, you were floored by how kind and giving Alex was.
Amy was a lucky girl.
“Alex?” Brian looked up at you, an easygoing smile on his handsome features that was somewhat marred by the strange look in his eyes. Honestly, you didn’t pay too much attention to Brian (you were actually really interested in the behind the scenes crew, much to Alex’s and Seth’s delight), but now that you were here… His eyes seemed a little too hard, like an uncut gem that had yet to be polished to gleam. “What do you need him for?”
Beside Brian, Tim paused in the middle of tuning his guitar, his strong, sturdy fingers resting along the strings. Despite him staring at his lap, you could see that his knuckles were a stark white compared to the rest of his skin. He wasn’t tanned, but he was not as pale as Alex or Brian.
Tension lined Tim’s shoulders—had he stopped breathing for a moment?—before he seemingly forced himself to relax.
“Oh, ummm…” You rocked a little on your heels, not willing to divulge your excitement to them. Yes, you were proud of it, but in front of two up and coming actors like these guys? Telling people you actually trusted like Alex and Amy was something to be expected and encouraged! You loved them dearly and you knew that even if it turned out you failed, they would be the first in line to pick up a tub of your favorite ice cream and make you a filling homemade meal to drown out your sorrows.
But telling Brian and Tim?
Yeah, you knew them, but you didn’t know them.
You felt a little awkward waffling in between your decisions, so you decided not to tell them the full truth. It’s not like you needed to tell them anything.
You just wanted to know where Alex was.
“Not important. I figured he’d be here since I think he said that he wanted to go over some lines with the both of you but since I don’t see him—”
You made as if to leave, but before you could—
Brian hopped up from the couch and strode towards you, that easygoing smile on his face causing your stomach to churn and your palms to sweat. There was something… There was something about this situation and you were just now picking up on it. Before you could make an excuse or make a break for it, one of Brian’s arms draped itself over your shoulders before he began guiding—shoving—you towards the couch.
The thing is, instead of forcing you to sit at a comfortable distance so that you were on one side of the couch, you found yourself squished in between Tim, who was now staring at you with a startled, but satisfied look in his eyes, and Brian, who continued to leave his arms on your shoulders. In between the both of them, you felt yourself grow irritated and antsy—it was much to warm in between them! And it felt like you were suffocating from their presence alone.
Squished as you were, you were keenly aware of how Tim’s thigh was pressed up against yours, while Brian leaned in closer, almost as if he couldn’t get enough of your presence.
“Why leave? Who knows, Alex might drop by…”
“Soon?”
Perhaps it was the hope evident in your tone, but you found that Brian was gripping you tighter now and even Tim looked a little less… meek.
What was going on? Alex had never indicated that either of his actors were people to look out for. In fact, he spoke highly of them. There had been times when he would complain that they were trying to 'sabotage' his work, being too picky and highly critical of the delivery of some of their lines, and so on. For the most part, you tried to stay out of the drama, but even you knew that Alex wasn't a saint either.
Actually, for the past few weeks... He had been acting weird.
A little standoffish. A little cold.
There was something off about him, but you assumed that it was the stress from trying to juggle his passion with a parttime job and school.
The thing was, Alex being weird could be easily explained.
This... Whatever was happening with Tim and Brian could not.
"Stay a little bit."
Tim glanced at you, his southern accent a little thicker than usual. Carefully, he placed his guitar onto the floor, so that all of his attention was focused solely on you. His dark brown eyes bore into yours and you felt your mouth felt dry.
Alex had been acting weird. Erratic.
This...
Whatever Tim and Brian were up to, you wanted no part in it.
"Ha ha ha." You tried wriggling away, even pushing against the couch so that you could gain leverage, but Brian’s arm would not budge and even Tim’s fingers—the same fingers that had been lackadaisical in plucking his guitar strings— were inching closer towards your arm.
You were trapped.
“Guys, this isn’t funny anymore.” Actually, it hadn’t been funny in the first place. “Come on. Alex isn’t here, so I’ll just leave, okay?”
You were facing Brian at that point, foolishly thinking that since he had been the more outspoken of the two would also correlate to him also being the more dangerous one, but you were mistaken. No sooner did you try reasoning with Brian did Tim lean over your shoulder, his warm breath heavy and hot against the sensitive skin of your throat. His scent enveloped, cloying and almost mesmerizing as you tried to lean away from his intrusion. However, that only led to you unconsciously leaning into Brian.
This situation was confusing. Terrifying.
You didn’t want to get violent, to hurt someone you barely knew, but at the same time, you didn’t like where this was heading.
Already, Tim was hugging you from behind, his thick, muscled arms holding you in pace as he nuzzled the area in between your shoulder blades. Meanwhile, Brian simply leaned back and gestured for you to follow suit. Did he seriously expect you to follow him, so that he could… What? Hold you close to his chest? So that you would be sandwiched in between them?
“Stop. I said stop!”
With strength that you either did not know you had or had been reserving for moments of crisis, you ripped yourself away from Tim’s hold and nearly tripped over yourself as you headed towards the door. Behind you, you could hear both of the young men clamber to their feet, their shoes thudding ominously on the floor.
It didn’t matter to you.
You were going to leave.
You were going to talk to Alex and then—
“Oh, hey.” Alex tiredly wiped a hand down his face, his hazel eyes taking in your harried appearance in a mixture of concern and bemusement before his eyes trailed behind you, presumably observing Tim and Brian stopping only a few steps away. “Um…”
Choosing not to wait for Alex’s inquiries, you took hold of his wrist and began dragging him out of the apartment, making sure that the door was shut behind you.
“We… we need to talk. About them.” You continued to haul him by the wrist. “Please.”
And Alex, kind and generous Alex, simply nodded at you. “Alright then. Hit me.”
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DISCLAIMER: I do not condone yandere behavior outside of fictional settings. Please don’t mistake the actions of fictional characters displayed in works of fiction to be considered harmless in real life.
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Could I request headcanons for the Allies' or Axis' reaction to their darling having a cryptic pregnancy, and one day, their darling just randomly gives birth? Or, one day, they just find their darling with a baby or babies?
Hi, thanks for the request!
Unfortunately, I no longer write for Hetalia. In the future, please refer to my pinned post for the available fandoms I write for.
Thank you and I hope that you have a wonderful day!
