Cyberpunk girls with a S/O that is the lost(or abandoned) child of Adam smasher.
Lucy, Rebecca, Dorio and Kiwi with Adam Smasher's child!S/O
A/n: Y/N's mother must've looked like a cut of very fuckable meat. Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!
Lucy
-You first told Lucy your secret while you were drinking together at her place though you aren't sure whether your willingness to tell her came from you or the alcohol circling through your system. Either way, judging from how she suddenly started choking on her cigarillo, she was certainly caught off guard.
"Well, damn. I thought my past was bad, but I'll admit that's a strong contender."
-She invites you to her place more often after you tell her, mostly for drinks and smokes to help you forget about your past. Sure, it's not the most healthy coping mechanism, but it works for her, at least for the most part. If you don't drink or smoke, she's fine with you resting your head on her lap or cuddling into her for comfort while she does.
-If you ever feel insecure due to who your dad is and the things he's done, she'll take the time to remind you that who your parents are doesn't determine who you are. Just look at her, for example. She may be far from the most well-adjusted person in Night City, but considering the things her dad has done, she practically looks like a saint in comparison.
-In a weird way, she's actually sort of glad your past is so messed up. Of course, she wouldn't wish your situation on anyone, but at least now the two of you can relate to each other's pain, and the horrible things your fathers have done.
Rebecca
-You told Rebecca your secret at one of the many, many bars you two frequent in your free time. At first, she thought you were joking, thinking something like that would be impossible, and burst into a laughing fit.
-Then, after a few seconds of you staring at her with a confused look, she eventually realised you were serious...which only made her laugh even more.
"Holy shit, choom. How big was it? Bet it had to hurt!"
-She's honestly amazed any woman could even handle Adam's "smasher" at all, let alone long enough for her to get knocked up. She'll do her best to refrain from making such comments to your face out of respect, though, no matter how curious she may be on the details.
-If you're cool with it, she loves using you for scary dog privilege. Any time someone tries to mess with either of you, she wraps her arm around your shoulders (or waist, more likely), and takes great pleasure in telling your harasser that they just messed with Smasher's kid and that they're about to get fucked harder than your mother did (again, very respectfully). Of course, she could easily handle it herself, and will if the situation comes to it, but she finds this way more fun.
Dorio
-Dorio is the most concerned for your wellbeing out of the girls, what with her being one of the more sympathetic members of the crew, not that it's a very high bar.
"You okay? Figure something like that would fuck you up good..."
-She often reminds you that she's always there for you if you need someone to talk to about it. Sure, she can't really empathise with your exact situation, heck, there's probably no one else on earth that could, but she'll still do her best. Even if you just need a shoulder to lean on, she's happy to provide one for you any time.
-If anyone ever tries to pick on you because of who your father is, or even just because of how absent he is, she makes sure that they soon regret it. She'll hold back if you ask her to, at least in front of you. Once they're alone and you're somewhere else, she's very eager to continue teaching them a lesson.
-If your mother is out of the picture as well, either because she's also absent or because she's dead (she certainly wouldn't put it past someone like Smasher), she'll try her hardest to be one for you if you want her to. She's not exactly the greatest at it, but just the fact that she tries is enough.
Kiwi
-When you first tell Kiwi you're Adam Smasher's kid, all she does is give you a side-eye that seems to say "If you're going to lie to me, at least try to make it sound believable".
-After some more convincing from you, and quite a bit of personal digging on her part, she eventually believes you. Or at least, she knows you aren't lying. Believing that Adam Smasher had a kid that just so happened to end up on Maine's doorstep is another thing altogether.
"...So, I guess you take more after your mother, huh?"
-If you're seeking advice or consolation for your...predicament, she recommends you go to one of the other members of the crew. Comfort really isn't Kiwi's strong suit, something even she'll admit, and if you're willing to trust her with your secret, trusting the others should be easy.
-If you're persistent in coming to her, though, she'll invite you to smoke with her in silence on occasion. Failing that, the most affection she can muster is a few head pats and a "there, there" in a tone that's slightly warmer than her usual one.
Hi for my first request, can I please request yandere dragon slayers hcs please , Gajeel , natsu and acnologia , poly nalu dealing with their daring in mating season please ? How would their deal with mating season , how would the slayers provide , do their act any differently, if you want to add nsfw you can do , if you’re not comfortable with nsfw no worries ^^
If possible can reader be female please if not gn is fine ^^ hope your doing ok !!
Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, isolation, abduction, sexual aggression, death, female s/o, Nsfw, bredding, temperature kink, marking, biting, shower sex, feeding kink, monster fucking in Acnologia's part (?), Acnologia forces his darling into sex with him, somnophilia, blood kink
Mating season
Natsu Dragneel
🔥The poor man swears that he had plans to inform you about the fact that as a Dragon Slayer his body has adopted a heat akin to the one that dragons experience. Unfortunately his mind gets all mushy whenever he is with you, his infatuation reigning over his mind and soon pushing out all thoughts that relate to his heat. His heat is still pretty irregular after all, his body sensing that there is still no mate to couple with which has so far prevented a regular cycle of natural instincts happening to him. That all changes as soon as you appear in his life though, his body recognising you at one point as his mate without Natsu even being aware of it. After all it is your scent that constantly surrounds him and that he constantly seeks out, your body constantly smushed against his when he cuddles you. It is the fact that Natsu has experienced never a natural and real heat previously that is at fault for him not recognising the first sneaky signs when they arrive. He defies all odds by growing even clingier, basically attached to your hips as your scent as well as the feeling of your skin against his seems to call out to him more than usually. His nose is buried in your hair all the time, taking deep whiffs of you.
🔥As a mage using fire his body has always been on a warmer side but you feel it whenever he cuddles you, how he somehow heats up even more. That coupled with his increased clinginess as well as his whining that your touch eases the growing heat on his skin somehow initially leads you to believe that he has a fever. His appetite, limitless enough already, increases as his stomach becomes a black hole that sucks everything in that touches his lips as his body gears up for the first heat that will undoubtedly soon come. It's either going to be Makarov who ultimately tells him what is going on as he possesses a good chunk of knowledge about the biology of Dragon Slayers. Or it'll boil down to Gajeel or Laxus recognising the signals of Natsu's incoming heat as they are also Dragon Slayers and have gone through similar experiences before. The end result will be the same either way with Natsu confessing to you what he has been informed of. His body is much more taut, all his muscles tense as he is acutely aware of his body's desires now, your scent much sweeter and inviting than he realised before. Still, he is not going to force you and offers a temporary isolation even if it's going to be painful for him.
🔥Heat is much more intense, a clash between feral instincts he didn't even know he possessed and his sweet behavior both of you are familiar with. His body heat increases to a point where you get uncomfortable if he holds you for too long, his control of his fire magic slipping slightly as small flames come alive on his skin. It's due to his unbearable warmth as well as a fear that he'll accidentally set your bedroom on fire that you find yourself limited to only having sex with him when in the bathtub or under the shower with icecold water. Natsu doesn't really like the feeling of cold water but even through his heat-addled brain he still understands your worries and agrees to your terms. The bathroom equals after every end of a session of intense sex that satisfies him for the moment a sauna. Thick mist clouds every corner as the only thing visible to you is Natsu. Both of you are always drenched in sweat, some parts of his body so hot that you can see the water evaporating as soon as it hits his skin. Whilst you may not enjoy the feeling of being a sweaty mess to Natsu it's different. He enjoys taking deep whiffs of you, noticing his scent perfectly mingled with yours.
🔥His stamina has always been high but what changes during his heat is the fact that it is much harder for him to hold back. If he wouldn't be in his heat he'd be content as soon as you cannot go any longer. Such satisfaction of knowing that you're satisfied isn't enough anymore as his self-restrain is much tighter, his own needs raging through his burning body. A part of him feels very sorry for you as he knows that he tires you out even though you give him the green light. To keep you energised and hydrated somehow during sessions he starts storing food and drinks, grabs them as soon as his needs are somewhat satisfied and tries to shove it all quickly down your throat to give you some energy before his heat takes over again. Something inside of him almost feels like purring when he replenishes your energy, a primal part basking in the idea of providing for you. A partial dragonisation is likely to happen during his heat as claws, scales or even a wing suddenly sprout from his body, a much more inhuman growl leaving his mouth, lips hiding sharper teeth as he ruts feverishly against you. He falls dead asleep on top the moment his heat disperses, his body recharging already for the next session.
Natsu Dragneel & Lucy Heartfilia
🔥🗝️With Lucy thrown into this formula a few things would change. Sure, some things are going to stay the same such as Natsu completely forgetting to mention to you that his body functions a tad bit differently than yours does. However, everything won’t be mistaken or brushed off until much later simply because Lucy is sharing with Natsu. Very familiar from first-hand experience she already has a tendency to keep a closer eye on the Dragon Slayer, aware that Natsu tends to be a bit careless at times with you though also knowing just as much that he’d rather have holes blown through him that let you get injured. She spends a lot of time with Natsu and you and she’s one of the first who takes note of Natsu’s change in behavior. Initially she doesn’t pay it too much mind yet she still remains observant to see how the situation develops and surely enough she recognises that there is something going on within Natsu. It’s very obvious that Natsu is about as clueless as she is when she points it out to him, even going as far as reassuring her that it’s surely nothing serious. Lucy believes that to be bullshit though and starts her own research. Happy, her first source, can’t help her.
🔥🗝️It occurs to her early on that it might be connected to Natsu being a Dragon Slayer and with that theory it’s obvious that she seeks out Gajeel and Laxus. It’s there that she finds her answers though they leave her very much flustered and embarrassed. Nevertheless, she sits down with the both of you and explains what she has found out and by the end of her explanation all three of you feel the heat burning in your faces. There’s more buffering time thanks to her though, more time to make plans for the next few weeks ahead. Lucy has made her own theories and ideas already though and most of them will prove to be right later on the line. After having forced herself through some very awkward conversations with both Gajeel and Laxus she has noted that during a Dragon Slayer's heat their magical attributes seem to get a bit out of control which might lead to a safety hazard due to Natsu using fire magic. Keeping him during his heat in an environment with lots of water or even ice might be beneficial which is why she suggests that the three of you should probably go on a holiday. After all Natsu won't be able to leave to do any missions for now.
🔥🗝️Now, the first heat Natsu endures is a mutually awkward and embarrassing experience for all three of you. So far Lucy has never gotten very much involved in Natsu's sex life with you as she has kept her own that she shares with you to herself just as much. That changes during Natsu's heat very much as she is constantly exposed to the growls and moans echoing through the air. Whenever she notices steam spreading throughout the rooms, she knows exactly what the reason is. She doesn't dare to enter the room though. Not until Natsu kicks the door open at least, filling the entire place with thick and sticky steam as he carries you outside, neither of you wearing any clothes and your bodies glistening with sweat. She's usually the one who nurses you back to energy as good as she can all whilst Natsu is clinging to you like you're his lifeline. She buys everything, keeps Natsu and you fed and she also sees it through that you're on your contraception as she is aware of Natsu's urge to fill you up during his heat. For now all three of you have agreed that you do not want a child just yet though for Natsu it is already clear that he wants a baby with you in a couple of years.
🔥🗝️The first few heats that Natsu goes through Lucy stays out of his time with you as she understands and sees very clearly that Natsu is a tad bit more possessive over you and more unwilling to share in such moments. As some sort of routine starts building itself over time and he familiarises himself with his heat he starts getting more lenient, especially once Lucy and him start sharing you inside the bedroom outside of his heat. Initially Lucy declines that offer but Natsu is very stubborn once he has made up his made and she should have known that. He pretty much drags her with him but there is definitely much more awkwardness within the room in comparison to when Natsu isn't undergoing his heat. The two to three rounds all Lucy winds up doing is watching anyways as Natsu needs to let out some pent-up sexual desires induced by his heat, her face red and her legs clenching together. His random dragonisation never fails to startle her though, brown eyes watching worries in case he accidentally hurts you. Only once he has quenched his desire a bit does he pull away and allows Lucy to have her small share as well. You appreciate the round of gentle pampering before Natsu goes on.
Gajeel Redfox
⚙️Gajeel is a bit smarter when it involves his overall awareness of his own biology and how it differs from those of a normal mage. Whilst he has never had a proper heat before he at least knows that his body will react properly to mating season once he has found someone he loves. As soon as the two of you are together he informs you about the concept of a mating season and how it connects with him being a Dragon Slayer to you. From the moment he has explained it to you though he ensures to inform you that he has no intentions of forcing you into quenching his heat if you are not ready for it. After all he can already imagine that his instincts and enhanced sexual desires are bound to test his own self-control. How exactly mating season will affect him is a mystery to him as much as it is to you so both of you can only wait all whilst he practices a greater lvel of self-awareness to notice even little changes within himself. It first starts with his temper. He's a lot more easily irritated and prone to being more aggressive, guttural growls leaving his lips as his emotions are on edge and easily agitated. His protective and possessive instincts peak and the moment you leave his sight he gets aggressive.
⚙️He loses his control over his own strength, iron scales randomly convering his body and his arms turning into iron without him noticing. He shatters a couple of things by sheer accident as his strength slips out of him, even breaks cutlery by biting through them without intention. Those outbursts of strength lead to him being far more cautious whenever he is touching you, afraid that he might accidentally hurt you. Your scent becomes so much more addictive and he feels the growing urge to rub his own scent all over you. The logical part of his brain is able to process that most people won't even notice that you smell a lot like him as only Dragon Slayers have an enhanced sense of smell. The primal part that steadily grows within him doesn't care about the logic of things as its only desire is to mark you and to claim you. Whenever he catches sight of your unmarked skin he has the urge to bite down on it and lay his claim on you. Sometimes he can't help but give in at least partially to those desires, nibbling on your skin whilst still refraining from using his teeth. He is fully aware that he'll be useless for missions so he takes a few weeks off.
⚙️He apologises beforehand to you and once more afterwards for his roughness, in between those apologies when he's in the height of heat he cares little unless he senses that he has really hurt you. He's literally glued to your hips, relentless as he thrusts into you and his toned body presses you further into the mattress. Growls vibrate through his chest, his tempo merciless as he rams his thick cock into you with enough force to make your breasts jiggle every time. Already a heavy weight above you, once his body accidentally turns into iron whilst he fucks you that burden only increases and the first few times Gajeel destroys the bed though his brain barely realises it fully. Instincts have taken control completely, shielding you quickly once he hears the sound of splintering wood before continuing right where he stopped, fucking you into the mattress on the floor. The haze only lifts after quite a few exhausting rounds where he finally realises what he has done. During those short breaks he caters to you to the best of his abilities, sensing how much toll his mating season takes on you. Your hips are aching, the skin sometimes rubbed raw due to the force of his own hips slamming against yours.
⚙️It is quite painful for you whenever parts of his body turn into iron as it increases his weight by a lot. Most commonly his arms randomly transform, his grip suddenly threatening to break bones and even though he holds himself back you are in pain afterwards. To reduce the burden on your body somewhat Gajeel decides to have you on top so that at the very least you won't br crushed beneath his body of iron anymore. It's hard on his instincts when he's in the throws of his mating season as his feral side wants to dominate you, fuck you senseless and fill you with his seed until it seeps out of you- But from all of that he has to refrain to a certain extent for your own safety and comfort. He marks and bites you a lot, the strength of his jaw easily able to chew through iron yet having to hold back greatly unless he wishes to break through your bones with his canines. Sometimes, only sometimes, does his control slip for a short second as teeth break through your skin and draw blood. A mixture of arousal and guilt pools in his stomach when he hears your hiss, his tongue cleaning the droplets of blood as he gnarls an apology whilst his grip on you tightens with the taste of your blood on his taste buds.
Acnologia
🌑Acnologia has existed for centuries already and has gone through lots of heats throughout his life. Normally he has dealt with them either by simply enduring them or actually using a human woman who just happens to have the misfortune by passing him by before killing her after her use passed and his own sexual desire has been fulfilled. Once Acnologia finds his actual mate in you though it is very obvious whom will have to satisfy him and deal with him during mating season. Whilst he is by no means talkative Acnologia at least informs you of everything you need to know which includes his heat. The dread immediately overflowing you is obvious to his senses yet he ignores your own fear. It's his nature and there is nothing that he can do against it. Just be glad that you won't end up like so many women before you as you are his mate. From all Dragon Slayers he is one of the most experienced as he knows exactly at which time of year his mating season occurs as well as what the first signs are. Normally living by the strict life of a wandering recluse and having forced you into that lifestyle as well, he always searches for a good place to stay for a few weeks during the duration of his heat.
🌑Perhaps the most primal of them all, Acnologia always feels compelled to build something almost akin to a nest as his heat approaches. He starts hunting animals excessively, stores their flesh and skins them before using the fur of them to build his nest. His own scent grows almost overpowering as his heat approaches so that even you can smell him despite not having any enhanced senses that he possesses. It doesn't take long before the entire nest that he builds reeks only of him and he is surprisingly protective of it during the duration of mating season, snapping and growling at you if you accidentally remove something. He does allow you to decorate it with little trinkets such as seashells or flowers though, of course only if he allows you to do so. There's no day that goes without him covering you in thick layers of his scent until you aren't even able to smell yourself anymore. However, he's just as busily collecting herbs and other medical objects. He isn't as delusional as to pretend that he won't hurt you during his mating season and as a former doctor who still possesses healing magic amongst other things he's at least considerate enough to ensure that you're as fine as he can let you be.
🌑Sex with Acnologia has always been more about his own pleasure than anything but during mating season you experience a new level of feral lust and selfishness from him. You can recall more pain than you can recall pleasure. Pain as his hips brutally snap against your own, pain as he pistols his large and thick cock inside you with a speed that has your vision darkening, pain as sharp teeth dig into your flesh and force the blood out of your wounds to feast on the red liquid all whilst animalistic growls and snarls leave him. It's almost like he really does revert to an animalistic side as he doesn't utter a single word whilst thrusting inside of you and chasing after his own lust. Most terrifying for you is that sometimes Acnologia partially transforms into a dragon whilst slamming his cock inside of you. His whole body twists and shifts, bones cracking and deforming as his growls only grow in depth and volume until the being above you doesn't look like a human anymore. Together with his body his cock grows too, stretching you further from within you and only refreshing the pain as your walls desperately try to adjust all whilst the creature above you continues its ruthless pace.
🌑During his heat you have to be available to Acnologia at all times. Whether you have hit your own limits is of no concern to him. As long as you're still alive and not in any danger he has absolutely no reason to stop pumping you full with his cum and there is little you can do to teach him better. Even if you're barely conscious, he will not slow down until he has satiated his own desires. Even if you pass out he won't stop, barely acknowledging that you've slipped into unconsciousness as his hips ram against your own. You don't even wear any clothes during Acnologia's heat because they would just end up in rags and shreds, victims of Acnologia's agressive impatience. Having you all bare next to him allows him easy access to your pussy when he stirs awake at night, his thick member hard and balls aching to empty themselves inside of you again as he simply turns you around and quickly forces himself inside of you, not even bothering to wake you up as he begins moving. Once he is fully satisfied and pulls out of you, his seed oozing out of you, he transform fully into a dragon and curls himself possessively and protectively around you, napping for a few hours with you.
Okay, but different versions of "you came" "you called" makes me feel a certain kind of way.
Part 1 of idk how many. A lot. I love this trope. Like always, this was written on mobile and not proofread.
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How long have you been in this celling now? A day? A week? With no windows or dirfts within the room, you cam't tell. The only measure of time available is the growing buries all over you. Deep redish green from you fighting against the chains to break free and puke purple on your forearms and waist from how you were grabbed.
Right as you stumble up to attempt another escape, there is a shuffle outside. Before you can even attempt to make sense of the noise, the door to your cell swings open. Fear plungs into your stomach before quickly blooming into butterflies.
"You..." You try to choke out despite how dry and raw your throat is.
"I got your message." They pull your favorite hair tie out their pocket while rushing to to your side. After all this time, you had almost forgotten you dropped it as a clue. A single calling card for their aid.
"I'll always come get you." With a spare hair pin, they unlock the cuff of your chains. Before anything else can be said, they scope you up.
"Now rest. I got you."
♡ Sasuke, Itachi, Kakashi, Sir Nighteye, Midnight, Dabi, Choso, Nanami, Akutagawa, Lucy, Doppo
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"Fuckfuckfcuk-!" Is all you able to chant into the phone as it cheerfully rings away.
Well nothing about this current situation is cheerful! Like the overconfident bitch you are, you bit off more on this mission than you can chew. Now you are running, dodging, and blocking as many attacks for your life as you can.
"Come help me!" You nearly scream into the phone right after it clicks.
Even an enemy hot on your trail puases for a brief moment at the sheer laughter from the other end. Maybe you deserve to be laughed at for this, but not here and now! Once this mission is over, no kisses for a week.
...okay they will get a thank you kiss but this is it!
"Need some help? Did you bite off more than you can chew?" They playfully taunt back. Unknown to you, they are grabbing their gear a break neck speed.
"Y E S. Get here soon!" And with that, you put your phone away to focus on yet another fight.
If you okay to receive more yandere r1999 drabble request, l would - I love Laplace guys and girls, so l requset More passionate than hope far deeper than despair (darling loves them no matter what/just the way they are) for Lucy, Regulus, 37, Windsong, X, Enigma, Medicine Pocket
𝆹𝅥 darling loves them no matter what/just the way they are
Lucy
For Lucy your love is what has to be and what has to happen, to be with her darling is the right path and she normally doesn't really think about if her darling may like her or not because that is something that it is suppoused to happen, she just doesn't doubt it and yet Lucy finds herself basking on the acceptance of her darling, even if she never doubt it once she has it it becomes something precious. Since in her mind this is just the normal of how things must be, when her darling finally starts accepting her it is something not directly acknowledged but is something that brings you two together, that you don't push her away and even are willing to walk at her side makes her feel encouraged to love you and express that same love even more
Regulus
Dealing with her can be quite dificult, after all she will not accept a 'no' from her darling and that will just lead her to be really demanding and clingy, she will have her darling's love even if it is by forcing it out with the pass of time. Regulus is deeply in love with her darling, she needs them in her life and there is no way she will not have her darling so at the end her darling falling in love with her is is expected, something that it must happen, the moment she realice you have finally not only accepted her but grew to love her she will just say that it was what had to happen so she will not make a big deal out of it, however relief she feels in her hearts and the way a great pressure has been lift from her shoulder is still there
37
By the moment she has fallen in love with her darling it was like if everything simply made sense, she never doubted her love nor the intensity of that same love, it just made sense that it was the way it had to be, that is why the idea of her darling not liking her back never really crossed her mind, after all that is not how things must be, so, at the end, her darling growing to love her just the way 37 loves them it ended up being more for benefits and even the sake of her darling rather than herself, after all only by this way you would began to underestand her own way to see this relasionship, to make sense of her ranting about how this is how things must be because you two are meant to be together, you two just fit with each other and there is no way around
Windsong
Dealing with her own obsesive love has been incredibly difficult for her, after all she loves so much her darling that it even hurts, it makes her doubt herself and bring out all her insecurities and fears, if she has never managed to be respected and accepted as scientist how she even dare to think that she will be able to win her darling's affections? But, at the end, somehow, her darling has grown to love her too, she doesn't understand it and even at first was too scared to believe it, it sounded too good to be true, and even when she began to believe it her heart was too hurt to let herself enjoy being loved too, so for the longest time she was too scared to mess things up, she will need a long time to pass from believing that she is not enough to fully accept that her love is reciprocated but in that process her feelings will grow and be twisted in a more dependant and need way, she needs too much reasurance to heal her broken heart
X
Falling in love the way he has fallen for his darling is quite interesting, he is well aware of the the unhealthy extent of his feelings but he couldn't care less, he will just follow his feelings and see how far he can go with his darling, how more he can grow to love you and to what extreme he can push you. At first it was nothing but curiosity but as his feelings grew to the wish of having his darling liking him back has grown too, he didn't expected to be this way not did he knew if he wanted to feel this way, it makes him feel conflicted and even hesitant, but realicing that his darling has grown to love him back despite the fact that until now he haven't taken his feelings too serious, despite that until now for him this was nothing but a game it is quite shocking, it makes him happy in a way he has never expected and even makes him stop, he doesn't know what to think or even if he deserves it, but since you are so willing to love him then it wouldn't be much of a problem if he allows himself to truly love you too now
Enigma
He is well aware that he is only a human researcher at laplace, nothing more nothing less, that is why he has been worrying a lot over his darling's opinion on him for the longest time, after all his obsesive love has already grew and goes farder deep than he would like, its not like he can't stop feeling the need of your presence and love, and he even has been trying to win his darling's affections in a rather awkward way even when deep down he is pretty sure he probably will not be able to do as much as catch the eye of someone like his darling. That is why the moment he noticed you have grown to love him despite everything Enigma was in shock, he would never guess that his darling would ever love him too, and yet, now that it is truly happening it, it is making him feel even more at edge because he should not mess up the things between you two now
Medicine Pocket
They don't need their darling's recognition nor acceptance, even if they are in love with their darling they will not stop being who they are for their darling, you are stuck with them as much as they are stuck with you, and yet the more time it passes the more Medicine Pocket grows to adapt to you, to include you in his life in a more gentle and caring way, trying over and over again until both's lifes fit perfectly fine in each other's, so winning your acceptance it makes them somewhat happy, no matter how much they insisted that is something they don't need having their darling actually loving them, despite how rude they may be at times and how dificult they can be to deal with (something that he is more than aware of) the fact that still you accept them and goes as far to even love them it makes them stop and actually think on you for once, it makes them think carefuly before growing to love you even more, in a kinder way
Baking Sweets headcanons for Atsushi, Akutagawa, and Lucy. (The rest are under the cut)
Masterlist
Atsushi
When he learned you could bake, he was instantly volunteering to help whenever you need it. He wouldn’t think much of just who the treats were for, just that it was something you liked to do.
That means, in turn, it’s something he likes to do with you.
Need him to grease a pan? Done. Ask him for the jar of flour? He put it in front of you minutes ago. Need a reliable taste tester? Where's the spoon?
More often than not, you'll bake something for your own coworkers (as you don't work for the agency), or you'll bake something for Atsushi to take to work for the others -- though you're sure that Ranpo devours them whole before anyone else can grab them.
That said, the day you make something specifically for him? Not for you, not for your coworkers, not for the agency. But, for him? Oh it’s so over.
His massive sweet tooth has been thoroughly activated, and he’s more than willing to go and pick up any ingredient you may need. Hell, he’s willing to hop on any train he needs to if he can’t find the ingredient in one store.
When you bake treats for him, he fights between swallowing it all at once or taking his time and savoring the taste. Sugar was a rarity for him in the orphanage, but despite the knowledge that it's not as scarce for him anymore, it still sends him into a fit of complex choices.
He loves what you bake, but there's always the slight fear that you might not make them anymore or that, somehow, you would run out of sugar because of what you baked for him.
So, you sometimes have to take the decision into your own hands.
Pack what you made the night before into his bento box, and he's absolutely ecstatic when he opens it during his lunch break. Practically salivating over his fangs at the sight, even Dazai can practically see his tail curling in absolute delight.
Noticeably, he's cheer and chipper every day one of your treats ends up in his lunch pack.
Even Kunikida's impressed.
Now, he won't necessarily ask if you could make him something, but the way he perks when you reach for the sugar jar tells you everything, anyways.
Drabble
Pulling the stand mixer from it's place on the counter, you wiggled the plug snug into place into the socket under the cabinets. Your other hand flicked, unlocking the switch on the side; You unscrewed the metal bowl from it's officially-unoffical spot and moved over to the scale to begin weighing out ingredients.
As it beeped cheerfully to life, you heard the soft sound of padded footsteps and turned over your shoulder. There, glancing back from the threshold of the kitchen, stared curious sunset eyes as they observed the small scene. You could see the gears turning as his gaze flitted from the mixer, to the bowl on the scale, and then to the apron around your waist.
Glancing at you, his face blossomed with a gentle blush -- he'd been caught.
"I was just...wondering what you were doing." Atsushi murmured, the tips of his ears turning a baby-breath's pink. "I heard the scale and thought.."
Smiling, you simply gestured for him to come closer. "I would love some help, you know. If you would like to--"
You didn't even need to finish your sentence; He was across the kitchen and pressed against the counter, a calm smile on his face that belied his true excitement and wish for helping. "Yeah! I'd love to help, as long as that's alright."
He wasn't exactly nervous, but he understood if you had wanted this as time for yourself; It wouldn't have been the first time you baked your stress away.
But today, you shook your head and shifted to allow him closer. "I can always use the extra hands," you hummed musically, leaning to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Could you grab the sugar for me?"
He nodded, moving across the counter space to the sugar jar. It felt heavier than it probably was in his hands, it wasn't often that he got to handle such an ingredient in his hands -- how many nights had he gone in the orphanage, hoarding candy and what little sweets he was given and not sure when he'd been given more?
Memories flittered across his mind; He had been working to push them away lately, but, every-time he saw this jar, all he could remember was the fear of losing what little he had left of childhood joy.
"Atsushi?" You called softly, noticing as his gaze sharpened on the sugar jar. Black feline slits stared at everything and--simultaneously--nothing. All was quiet for a moment until he shook his head and blinked the images from his brain, looking over at you with a sheepish embarrassment. You noticed as he clenched the jar closer; You understood the reason all too well.
"Sorry," he murmured thoughfully, "I'm alright."
You were unconvinced, but he simply turned his gaze back to the jar, allowing those worries to melt away -- it wasn't a commodity anymore, and this wasn't the orphanage. No one would hurt him. No one would steal his sweets to trade away for something better. No. He was safe now -- and he would be just fine.
Perking back up, he tilted his thoughts to a new path as a curious smile crinkled the white-lash rimmed corners of his dual-colored eyes.
"So, what are we making?"
Akutagawa
When he first learned that you found a hobby/love in baking, he brushed it off. It's not that he doesn't care for what you do, he just doesn't exactly care for the idea of such a time-arduous process -- he's used to jobs and events that are 'results now' and 'enjoyment later', that waiting just feels like such a chore.
But, while he pretends not to care, his sweet tooth gets the better of him. He just manages to hide it well enough, that you won't even know until you turn your back. (You could swear you left that batch of cookies right there.)
Furthermore, He'll seem so casually indifferent when you pull something you baked from the oven to cool-down -- claiming he doesn't really care for them.
He's a liar, but you don't need to know that.
When you wake up in the morning, however, he's already left for work and the previous full pan of sweets is suddenly completely empty. Well, except for one piece left for you (If it's brownies, he'll leave the gooey center behind).
And he'll never admit to it either, even when he comes back home with the crumb-filled storage container in hand.
When you ask him if he can pick up just one ingredient from the store (just the one), he'll just huff and snatch the whole list from you instead before leaving.
He'll grunt and complain all the while, don't get him wrong — but he’ll also come home with the freshest state of ingredients that he could possibly find.
Just…don’t ask him how long he searched the back of the fridges for the freshest carton of milk, he’d rather not admit that he cared enough to actually do that.
While he acts like he's above the idea of baked treats, he -- like Atsushi -- grew up in a place where sugar was a rarity for him. Sweets weren't exactly handed out in the slums, and, if it was, he'd always give his own to the younger kids he had been guarding.
He had been hardened enough by the world, and he wasn't about to allow the same innocence to be snatched from those kids -- even if it meant giving up every treat and piece of bread he had.
And he knows it's not like that anymore, but he doesn't want to seem desperate for the baked goods you make. It makes him feel selfish.
Though, he can't really resist the fig treats you bake (you know he likes them, after all. So -- naturally -- who else could they be for?)
Drabble
Settling the hot pan of vanilla fig scones atop the stove, you shut the oven door and reached across, pressing the off button before the stove decided to send itself into a heatstroke. You shucked off your oven mitt and breathed in the sweet aroma of the treats -- you'd make the glaze later after they had cooled, but you so badly just wanted to snatch one up and devour it. Your mouth wouldn't like the scalding temperature, though, so you didn't dare test it.
Behind you (with the scary stealth of a damn flying owl), Akutagawa moved across the kitchen to wash his cup. It was some honey blend that you had been buying recently to help with his coughing fits -- not that he'd tell you if it worked or not, but the speed he emptied the tins was telling enough.
Glancing at him, you gestured to the sizzling pan of dough.
"I'm going to let these cool here for a bit before I make the glaze that goes with them," turning to stuff the flour jar back into the cabinet, you chided over your shoulder, "so don't touch the pan, or don't eat them while they're cooling."
As you could have expected, you were met with a scoff and a wrinkled nose of disdain.
"I'm not a child, I understand the simple concept of not touching a hot pan." He commented dryly, giving a withering glance as he set the cup along the drying rack. Akutagawa turned on his heel, scowling. "And I don't care for sugar. I have no interest in burning my taste buds for something so below my taste."
Then, he stalked off -- his white shirt rustled behind him with the faint dredges of an equally displeased Rashomon.
Despite his denials, you eyed him scrutinizingly as he simply headed back towards the living room. He left no indication of turning back around in interest, and, so, you simply spun on your heel and sauntered off to the bathroom for a shower. Honestly, you're pretty sure there's flour in places that flour should never be.
It was a quick shower -- 30 to 40 minutes at best. Just enough time for the scones to cool before you were bounding excitedly into the kitchen. As you busied yourself with gathering the ingredients, you barely noted that two of the unglazed scones had suddenly vanished.
When you finally caught sight of the grease-stained spots where scones had once rested, you groaned and stepped out of the kitchen after snatching a silicone spatula.
Armed with your spatula, you stormed into the living room to be met with the sight of Akutagawa sitting oh-so-innocently on the couch, leg crossed at the ankles as he stuck his nose in the book open in his grip.
He barely even glanced up as you walked in.
"Can I--" "I'm putting peppers in the scones next time."
That got his attention without fail; His head snapped up, sparse brows pulled together as he sneered -- he was seemingly offended by such a declaration.
Scoffing, he eventually shifted back to his book. "Put whatever you like in them, I don't eat them anyway."
There was a subtle twitch of your eye. Was he serious?
"So," you drawled, spinning your utensil between your fingers. "Two of them just magically grew legs and walked off, then? Is that what I'm supposed to believe?"
He lifted his book just enough to barely cover the satisfied smirk on his face, gray eyes leveling at you over the top edge of the book with a twisted mirth.
"Believe whatever childish fantasy you'd like. You're the only one troubled over such a trivial matter." In the tense silence that followed, there was only the turning of a page as you practically boiled in quiet annoyance. Your gaze flickered over every square inch. Centimeter. Millimeter. All while he sat with an amused twitch of his lips.
As annoying as he was right now, you couldn't do much -- the remaining scones were waiting patiently to be drizzled in warm vanilla icing. Deciding your work was more important than proving your point, you shifted to turn on your heel.
Until you caught a flicker of movement from the corner of your eye.
Rashōmon stirred from the lower hem of Akutagawa's shirt, stretching over behind him to grab something -- something that had been perfectly hidden from your view thanks to his book. When the white ribbon of fabric lifted back up, and you observed the all-too-familiar shape of a scone, you didn't even think twice before letting your silicone spatula fly.
The 'thunk' it made against his temple almost seemed to reverberate through the room -- everything went eerily still. Akutagawa only sat stunned, grey eyes wide and unseeing at the ink-set words before him.
All too soon, his eyes sharpened. He whipped his head in your direction, shirt rippling and growling in an unspoken warning that raised the hairs on the back of your neck. A ribbon shot out, but you were already gone and stumbling back towards the kitchen -- your ears strained as you heard the couch spring shift with the change of weight.
All you could think now: Maybe the missing scones weren't really worth the trouble.
Lucy
She knows how to bake, but she really won't bake unless its for a special occasion or if she needs some sort of pick-me-up for a particularly rough day.
But when she learns that you can bake? Prepare to be hounded with requests. She'll help where she can, of course, but please spoil her. She deserves it.
A lot of the time, she's absolutely sneaking finger dips into batter, or bites of fresh cookies on the cooling rack -- she's a menace that needs to be watched, or she will eat them all.
Loves taking them to work and bragging about how 'her partner makes the best sweets, and they're all for her."
Will even brag if you're there (it's embarrassing, but there's no stopping her).
If you make stickier treats like taffies or caramels, then braces be damned. She'll be whining they're stuck to the metal later, but she's scarfing them down like its the last day on Earth.
Oh, if you possess the skills for Macarons?
Say goodbye to baking anything else, because she'll want them all the time. (She loves everything you bake, so she won't really press you to just make Macarons. But she loves the way yours taste, specifically, and won't take any other substitute.)
She’s not above asking if you’ll make something for her, but she’ll be internally nervous about your answer the whole time. Lucy isn’t really used to receiving things that she asks for (thanks to her childhood in her orphanage and then working in The Guild), so she always expects a slight lashing out.
Like I said before, she knows how to bake, but she doesn’t really do it on a regular basis. However, when you start making treats for her? She’s all over making your favorite baked goodies now.
And when you take that first bite, she’s flitting nervously.
Is it good? Did she use enough flour? Did she use too much salt? Do you hate it? Should she go and curl up in Anne’s room and—
(All her worries are forgotten when you kiss her cheek and tell her that it’s the best you’ve ever tasted — she’s on cloud nine for the whole rest of the day after that.
Drabble
Lucy didn't often get nightmares anymore. Maybe the occasionally bad dream, but not anything to warrant waking up in desperate breaths and a pool of sweat. She had mentioned that it had probably just been a side-effect of finally getting away from the stressful atmosphere of The Guild, but the way she glanced at you when she said it told you everything.
But -- again -- just because she didn't get them often, doesn't mean she didn't get them at all.
So, when you found her standing the kitchen at a clean three in the morning, elbow deep in the oven as she slid a cookie tray along the rack, you weren't too confused about the 'Why.' And when she turned to you -- sunken, baggy eyes widening a fraction at the sight of you suddenly standing there -- the reason was all too clear to you anyways.
Quietly shuffling over, you shut the oven door for her before offering her a tender smile.
"Do you want any help?"
If she had been expecting you to say anything, it certainly hadn't been that -- at least, judging by the momentary shocked expression and her hitched breath. After a moment, she recovered with a yawn to hide her brief surprise.
"I mean, if you're offering. I could use some help with the frosting." She was already turning to the mixer on the counter as he mumbled, flipping the lock and pushing the head of the machine up in order to lock in the bowl. "Could you grab the powdered sugar?"
It was quiet as you both worked. Ambling around one another in a careful dance of soft shuffles and fleeting touches, the only other sounds consisted of the occasional click of the oven's heated coils and the scrape of silicone against metal before the mixer was activated and began to whir away on a low speed. The ingredients were set to whisk away and you both leaned against the counter, only half-aware as the butter was folded over the sugar.
You let a couple breaths pass, eyes flicking from the whispering mixer up to Lucy—her expression was dead as she stared, unseeing, into the bowl. It wasn't an unusual thing to see. Just like the nightmares, the spacing-out had become far and few between, but never completely gone. There was no doubt that the two were linked; She was likely deep in those very nightmares without ever having to shut her eyes.
So, you gave her a gentle nudge with your shoulder. "Hey," you whispered, leaning in just the slightest inch. "Are you…okay?"
Even with as careful as you tried to be with nudging her back down from the clouds, she still have a sharp jump; She sucked in a sharp breath as her eyelids blinked rapidly, red lashes suddenly twinkling in the dim kitchen lighting.
Had she been crying?
You moved to wipe the tears, but Lucy turned her head and wiped them away harshly before you could get a chance. Her voice was soft, but the tremor in it belied the sharp tone she was using in order to seem unaffected. "I'm fine. Don't worry about it." But she was sniffling with her back turned to you.
Liar, you thought with a huff as you gently tugged at her elbow, drawing her closer to you. "Lucy. You don't have to lie." She followed your incessant prying with a grumble, stumbling as she settled against you. "If something's wrong, I want to be able to help."
"I don't want to talk about it." The red-head cut in sharply, emerald eyes flicking away. Her hand came up to rub at her arm through her sleeve—her burn scars lie just underneath, shielded from your eyes and from her own memory. Your hand came up to soothe over the material of her nightgown sleeve only to stop short as you scolded yourself. Instead, you gently grabbed her hand instead and pulled it to settle against your chest. Right against where your heart lay beating underneath.
"You don't have to." Your thumb rubbed a soothing rhythm over her warm knuckles. There was the faintest of tremors. "But, I still want you to know that I'm here anytime you want to. Whether it's late at night, or early in the morning—you're never alone. Not anymore. Not here."
The only response you got was a sharp hitch of breath and then a heavy sigh as her body seemed to melt against yours, any tension seemingly vanishing with a soft laugh. "Only you would be sappy like that," Lucy grumbled, pressing her cheek against yours with a flutter of her lashes—but despite how passive she tried to seem, she couldn't hide the quirk of a smile from your eyes.
"Thank you." The words were murmured. Quiet. As if afraid to break whatever veil of peace existed between the two of you. Not that she could ever really do that, but you doubt she would listen.
Instead, you wrapped your arms around her and tugged her ever closer, nuzzling against her with a gentle sigh that said everything on a single breath—a silent 'Your Welcome' along the air around the both of you. After that, it was quiet as you clicked the mixer off, following her guide as she pulled the cookie tin out from the oven and set it on the stove top. Neither of you said a word as you waited for them to cool. Each dollop. Each swirl. Each little drop was intentional and carefully placed—a control among the mostly uncontrollable in Lucy's life.
Where even the nightmares couldn't interfere.
And later, when all the tins were packed with freshly iced cookies, you guided her back tenderly into bed with her head against your chest. There she lay as her eyes eventually began to flutter shut, hand sliding across your chest to grab onto your arm with a desperate strength while she sung under the veil of sleep's calling. Running a hand through her hair, you leaned down to place a gentle kiss along her temple—to which Lucy subconsciously tilted closer with a titled grumble.
Here, the nightmares couldn't reach her. Not while in your hold; Not while you were here to ward them off.
And as long as you still gave breath, they would never harm her again.
🌸 Characters in this chapter: Dazai (Agency), Ranpo, Akutagawa, Chuuya, Atsushi, Yosano, Oda, Tecchou and Lucy.
🌸 Spoiler-wise, knowing who the characters are is enough to be able to read their respective parts.
Hey, hey! Hope you are doing well 😊 Today, I wanted to focus on a feeling we are all more or less familiar with: jealousy. So, what do BSD characters do when their boyfriend/girlfriend (somehow) finds himself/herself having to talk with someone who seems interested in him/her?
Basically, how do our favorite characters express (or not) their jealousy! I hope you enjoy this chapter, and wish you an excellent reading moment ~
(The parts are more or less the same size, except that Atsushi's is much longer... I was more inspired for him, that is all I have to say in my defense 🥲)
Dazai
- A rather jealous young man when it comes to love, let's face it. And you do not want to make him your enemy, far from it; he is capable of using some of the vilest stratagems in order to make that amateur flirter (a client of the Agency no less) regret having dared to be interested in you.
- And so, since this unfortunate mishap, Dazai now accompanies you on every assignment and attends client interviews with you, among other things... Which, of course, he never did before.
- He is the ultimate clingy person, even going so far as to hang on to you, preferably in front of the troublemaker, so that the latter realizes that they would better go on their way and find another agency to solve their problem.
- Then again, they are lucky Dazai is not still part of the Mafia, or else : snap.
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Ranpo
- He, too, has a little trouble containing his jealousy, so he has learned to react accordingly, with new techniques emerging as time goes by, as peacefully as possible with a Ranpo by your side.
- He id a child par excellence, especially if you take into account his latest technique for letting the world know that he is not happy (and especially you). He does not hesitate for a second to roll around on the floor, grumbling and saying things like “be interested in me!”... But it does not work this time: outdated technique, in other words.
- He then starts sulking in his corner when he realizes that he is going to have to come up with new methods, and that you are not responding by letting him have his way.
- All because of one stupid customer.
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Akutagawa
- He is one of those who have a few problems with violence, but I think it is more than common knowledge now.
- Someone tries to attack him? The person in question is called to order immediately, and in style if you please. Which is to say, if he or she was going to get anywhere, the assailant is going to have a tough time of it.
- Is someone bothering his boyfriend/girlfriend? Faced with this situation, more irritating than any other for our dear Akutagawa, nothing could be simpler: simply get rid of the annoying elements.
- Definitely.
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Chuuya
- He tends to be a little jealous at times, but he would rather die than admit it.
- When he sees you with this stranger, his first instinct is to be annoyed, and quite irritated, too. It is obvious that he wants to go and do some kicking.
- He is torn between two contradictory feelings: on the one hand, the urge to go see this person and to stop them from hitting on you; and, on the other, his reason telling him not to.
- Chuuya then tries to think calmly, and comes to a conclusion: this person may not know that you are already in a relationship, after all...
- Chuuya does not doubt you for a moment; he knows that, for you, this conversation is completely banal, even if the other person seems interested. And, above all, Chuuya knows perfectly well that you would never do the “I'll see if the grass is greener somewhere else” thing (between you and me, who would with Chuchu as a boyfriend, anyway?).
- The story has a rather happy ending, if you put aside a certain point of view. Because the unknown person, strangely enough, did not really appreciate Chuuya's murderous look, despite the fact that the latter was supposed to have made peace with his feelings (according to him, at least).
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Atsushi
- He is not jealous, not at all; he is just plagued by doubts, from all sides.
- The problem is not you, far from it... And maybe not even from the stranger, for that matter. No. The problem lies with Atsushi himself.
- He knows full well that you are not the type to hurt him by responding positively to a stranger's advances; he believes in you, that is for sure!
- He is simply making an inventory of everything this person has that is better than him; and he cannot help but conclude, inside his cute little head (which sometimes thinks a little too much...), that this stranger is a thousand times better than him.
- He then starts to get depressed, unsurprisingly, like a little cat with its ears down. He will cheer up, however, when your attention is drawn to his presence, and you give him one of those smiles he loves so much, probably the most beautiful he has ever seen in his whole life.
- He responds with a small, hesitant wave of his hand, but is delighted when you take leave of the stranger and walk towards him, all smiles.
- Of course, it does not take you long to notice (despite the fact that he is smiling too, as you walk hand in hand) that your favorite little tiger is not as jovial as usual... But, without you understanding at the time, he refuses to tell you why.
- In silence, you observe Atsushi's shifty eyes and flushed cheeks, as well as the stammering he makes when answering you, which has not escaped your notice either. Very quickly, you line up the elements at your disposal in your mind...
- And you cannot hold back a chuckle as you understand the reason for his strange actions. But why would he need to be envious of a stranger? Your favorite little feline already possesses everything you like in a boy... Otherwise you would not be with him in the first place! The list would be far too long.
- But he still have to understand that... And above all, accept it. And not end up comparing himself to some poor stranger who approached you as a loser from the start.
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Yosano
- Without a doubt, this is the worst mistake this unconscious person could have made. Clearly.
- Daring to take an interest in her boyfriend/girlfriend? Unforgivable, and liable (for sure) to a good beating once your back is turned (or maybe not, depending on our dear doctor's patience at the time); Akutagawa has competition, and Yosano certainly has nothing to envy him!
- We cannot emphasize this enough, but survival lesson number one: never piss off the doctor, especially if she is armed with a chainsaw.
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Oda
- The story in question took place during an evening at a small bar not far from your home, when he went off to use the bathroom, leaving you momentarily alone.
- When he returns, there is someone sitting next to you, at the bar where you and Oda had sat a few moments earlier. And this someone is rather close to you while you, on your side, are trying to get as far away from them as your seat will allow without falling.
- Oda is not known for getting angry easily, and that is exactly what is happening, even in this situation. He simply frowns and approaches gently, briefly placing his hand on your shoulder to let you know he is back, then sitting back down in his seat, opposite the stranger, with you in the middle.
- Oda's gaze is now neutral, but his presence and size are enough to intimidate the stranger: without further ado, they take off, almost running.
- Obviously, even if it is not written on his forehead, the fact that Oda is part of the Mafia must still be felt in the way he is... Especially if he is a little irritated, deep down. He is not really jealous, and he was not really planning to make the person go away; he only feared for your safety, which explains why he sat back down without saying anything.
- Afterwards, if the other person had tried anything... There might have been consequences, who knows.
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Tecchou
- Known for doing whatever he wants, however he wants. Often with all the laziness in the world.
- He simply walks up to you, hoists you onto his shoulder like he would a sack of potatoes, and leaves just as quietly, without saying a word. But not without giving the rascal a dark look in the process, just to end on a pleasant note.
- No violence... At least not the kind you can see. Because, inside, he has already murdered this oblivious fellow a thousand times over.
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Lucy
- Although she strives to appear self-confident in all circumstances, it is actually quite the opposite most of the time. She has lost count of the times when hesitation has got the better of her will, much to her dismay.
- But this time, annoyance far outweighed hesitation. And not just a little.
- To put it mildly, she is fuming, outraged that anyone would dare take such an interest in you.
- So she comes over and hugs you, with all her love for you, pulling you away from the intruder at the same time, and tells them straight to their face how she is feeling at the time (without them having asked you for anything out of the ordinary, except maybe the direction of the Post Office...). But all they had to do was not to approach you so closely, it could be confusing... And observe you that way, too....
- Basically, if a look could kill you, the person who came to talk to you (and more, if they were so inclined) would have been dead long ago.
A/n: ofc, this also helped me get out of my rut of not writing at all so thank you!<3
Maine
He's not the most patient, but he's not the most forceful either.
He'd rather you love him on your own accord, but he doesn't mind making you love him, especially if you take too long to show any affection.
He's a little possessive, he doesn't mind if you have a friend outside of the crew, but he hates when you touch anyone that's not him or Dorio. Pilar is..annoying. But even he knows not to push it too far. It doesn't mean he's not going to push that line as far as it can go.
If you joined his crew, then great. Better reason to get close to you. But if you're just a random civilian, of course you'll be confused as to why someone like him is interested in talking to you.
You know you shouldn't be weary of him because of how he looks or his background. So you try to be nice. You make conversation with him, questioning the occasional suspicious things he says but, it's probably nothing. You don't want to be mean, so you never turn him down when he asks you something small.
When he brought his girlfriend, Dorio, around, you really thought it was okay. He seemed to love her a lot. So you ignored the side of your brain that was screaming at you to cut contact with him, to atleast be a little more safe and to question his objectives more.
You should've known, should've done differently. You never should've even spoken to him in a friendly way. But now you're stuck. He says he's doing it for you, for your safety, but is he? You used to think he wasn't but you can't tell anymore.
Dorio
She tries to take it slow with you, she doesn't want to scare you off or make you hate her. But it's so hard sometimes. All she wants to do is show you how much she loves you, how much she cares.
If you don't accept her confession, she'll ignore it. She'll act like you're both together. She doesn't care. She needs to let out how she feels in some way.
She tries to make you have a relationship with Maine as well, she's less forceful with that, because in her mind, you'll come around.
If you try to leave or breakup-even though you were never dating in the first place-she'll threaten you. If you never do that, she'll be sweet with you. She doesn't mind if you express displeasure with some things she or Maine do. Everyone needs their boundaries, even if she doesn't like them.
Overall, she's pretty tame. She prefers you to spend all of your time with her or Maine but she doesn't mind when you spend a little time with others-atleast those in the crew.
Kiwi
She's more of a stalker, she knows she shouldn't get close. She shouldn't entertain this fascination of hers.
She observes you when she can, taking note of your movements and making sure she knows your schedule and you to the point that she knows what you're doing, even if you're not doing what you regularly are.
She's possessive, but she knows she can't just kill everyone who touches you. So she settles for the occasional stranger or acquaintance every now and then. It's never enough. And eventually, she cracks.
If you're in Maine's crew, she'll talk to you sometimes of course. Never being too nice, never being too standoffish. Like you don't matter to her.
If you're not, then of course one day she can't help it. She'll squeeze herself into your schedule, just to keep how she feels at bay. She'll talk to you for a moment, feel the fleeting brush of your hand under hers as she apologizes for bumping into you.
Soon she starts popping up more and more in your life. It's odd, but she seems nice.
After a while of the same song and dance, she starts to yearn for more. Stronger than before. She knows that soon she'll have to do something. She's already planning on what.
Lucy
She tries to become someone close to you first, she stalks you when she's already seen you for the day, and she wants to know what you're doing.
She's not stupid, she takes it slow. She doesn't mind playing the long game if she gets you in the end.
Eventually, once she's one of your closest friends, she slowly starts picking off everyone you know. Your friends, family, whoever. At first it was just a sad coincidence, in the end it was a curse for you. You even shut her out, you didn't want her to get hurt or die.
She saw how much it was hurting you, but she kept going. She left some, but you wouldn't let them near you, and they didn't want to be around you either. She was the only one you had left. You should've been suspicious. But you were just grateful.
She'd never leave you. She's been by your side through everything. In the end, you're the one confessing. She doesn't reject you. You should've known. But how could you have?
David (before time skip)
He wants to make you comfortable, wants to make you feel safe and he wants for you to love him naturally.
But he can't help how clingy he is, always offering to come with you everywhere, like a dog.
Let's say you're his best friend, he knows he's been pining over you for so long. He just never realized how bad it was until recently. When he felt genuine murderous intent when he saw another one of your friends-a male one-hug you. He doesn't think he's ever felt like that before.
You're always the one to patch him up when he gets bullied, and he loves it. He loves it so much. You're so kind to him. You're so close to him.
He confessed to you the day before his mother died. He thought that, for once, everything was going perfect for him.
After he joined Maine's crew, he introduced you to them of course. You told him to be careful, to make sure he doesn't get hurt. You don't know much but obviously it's not a great line of work. He did his best to listen to you, to not worry you. But eventually, there was nothing he could do.
David (after time skip)
If you thought he was bad before, he's insufferable now. Occasionally, you can use the bathroom alone. But not most of the time. He gets on your nerves so much.
And he's only gotten more possessive. He hates it when you even glance at anyone. He tries to be lenient with you, you're only a human. It's natural for your eyes to wander around, for you to be curious. But when other people look at you? It's a different story.
He lets you around the crew, sometimes. He doesn't want you to get attached to them, or anything like that. He wants you to rely on him for everything. Food, touch, conversation, safety, love.
You couldn't leave him if you tried, but it's better not to.
Pilar
He's a little more laid back, not very possessive. He doesn't mind it much if you're around others, as long as you come back to him in the end.
But he does hang off you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. His arm is almost always around you, and if it's not he's still around you.
He's touchy, sometimes he tries to take it slow but he can't help giving you the occasional grope or feel. He's more forceful with touch than the others, but he's less forceful with how you feel. He knows you wouldn't love him, atleast not immediately. So he doesn't mind.
If you're a civilian, you're bound to think he's a bit odd. He didn't start touching you inappropriately immediately, but he was pretty touchy from the start. The same goes for if you were in Maine's crew, although he does start to give you gropes faster.
Rebecca
She's rather clingy, like her brother. She's always with you. She's confident in herself, but she doesn't mind being a little forceful to get what she wants.
She's possessive as well, getting irritated the moment you talk to someone. She acts annoyed when you interact with others, but if you start expressing that you feel bad she shuts up. She doesn't want you to feel bad, she just wants the other person to go the fuck away.
She doesn't mind killing for you, it only makes her enjoy it more. She knows not to be too extreme with it, to not kill every person you know, but it's hard for her.
It's more likely that you met her if you were in Maine's crew, but if you're a civilian then you only met her by chance. She doesn't plan much, just sort of suddenly pushing herself into your life.
She's loud and brash, but it's sort of endearing in a way. You start to look forward to seeing her again, even if the ways are always random or at the wrong time.
Maine's crew
If you have the attention of all of them, then you're fucked.
You're never left alone, not for a second. Most of the time it's at least two of them with you. You're coddled and doted on like a child.
There was a chance you could've escaped one of them, but all of them? No shot.
If one of them does something to make you uncomfortable, most of the time another stops them or tells them off. Most of them don't want you to hate them, the others...don't really care. As long as they have you.
Extra notes: I wasn't sure if I should add a little more of the entire crew but I ended up writing a little for them !
