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whatsk-poppinhomies · 9 months

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Pairing : Yandere!Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : yandere behavior ; this one is actually a mind fuck, at least for me it was ; plot twist ; not as angsty as my other stuff though ; Word Count : 2.9k Request : Anonny : Yandere Seungmin?? A/N : I never thought I'd ever be a yandere writer, but the genre is so fun (in the most normal way possible) It's just the right amount of angst and I get to make it kinda scary!

You’ve been being followed for months…

He’s been following you for months…

No one was able to catch who it was, not even the police…

He still hadn’t been caught, not even by the police…

This person had even managed to break into your apartment and steal your most intimate clothes…

How thrilling it had been when he had finally made it inside, collecting trophies that would serve as a constant reminder of you…

So you had moved…

How foolish of you…

Hoping that they wouldn’t find you now…

He’d always find you, but the hunt did make it all the more thrilling…

You were safe now…

At least you thought you were…

The bags of groceries were placed on the ground as you pulled out your phone to open the directions to your new apartment once again. The streets were far more confusing and even more busy than the ones back in your old city. You didn’t feel any safer here than you did back at home, you actually felt like more of a target considering you didn’t know where the hell you were most of the time.

“Are you lost?” A soft voice questioned from beside you, and when you quickly glanced up you were met with the sweetest smile and the kindest eyes, it was a face you could trust… A face you should trust… But you were terrified of everyone and everything, so you quickly shook your head, returning the smile as you bowed to him.

“No… The bags are just heavy… Had to set them down for a moment.” You lied, and you were never the best at lying, you were actually quite bad at it, and you could see in the way his lips pressed together in a thin line that he didn’t believe you for a second. “I should get going now, thank you for your concern.”

You bowed once more and began the process of grabbing your bags, but another set of hands began picking them up and you felt your heart begin to race. “I’ll help you carry them. You’ll end up hurting yourself…” He said, and you shook your head, holding your hands out for the groceries, and if he wasn’t going to give them back, you were willing to just chalk it up as a loss and head home without your bags. “Well, at least let me walk them to the nearest bus stop for you, just to make sure you get home okay.”

To make sure you made it home okay or to find out where exactly you lived again? The nearest bus stop was a block away from your house though… and the apartment next to the bus stop… During the day you could walk right in… You could pretend that you lived there… Just in case this was the guy. “Alright…” You whispered, putting on a fake smile as his grew wider, his arms retracting and holding the bags at his sides as he walked alongside you.

“So… You weren’t lost?” The man pressed, and if your heart went any faster you’d most definitely pass out. “I know… It probably seems nosy, I just saw that you were on the maps and… It seemed like you were looking for directions. I’ve lived here my whole life, so I just thought I’d be able to help. I hope you’re not weirded out or anything…” He chuckled awkwardly and you forced yourself to laugh along with him, your eyes glued to the ground.

“Nope… I’m not weirded out at all…” Scared, yes… Confused… Absolutely… Terrified… Without a doubt. After everything you had gone through back at your old place though… Nothing weirded you out. “Thanks for helping me out…”

“Oh yeah, no problem… Really. It feels good to help people, not a lot of people are willing to help others these days and… It’s kind of upsetting.” You hummed along to his words, pretending to be interested in what he said. He seemed to pick up on your lack of interest though, and he was quiet for the rest of the walk, although the cheerfulness that radiated off of him never changed. “This is the bus stop, right?” He asked and not even you were exactly sure if it was the right one, you had to pull out your phone to check again just to be 100%.

“Yeah… Yeah, this is it. Thanks for walking me here.” You said shakily, grabbing the bags from his hands and bowing stiffly once more before rushing up the stairs to the apartment complex.

He chuckled from the bottom of the stairs, the sound seemed so loud in your ears, almost overpowering the sound of your heartbeat. “Are you sure you’re at the right apartment?” He called out, and you froze on the top step, gulping loudly before slowly turning around to face him. “Yours is like, a block down… Right? I can just finish walking you there if you want.” How did he know that? How did he already know where exactly you lived when you didn’t even know? “God, I sound so creepy… Don’t I? I’m sorry… I just saw it on your phone and… I know this neighborhood really well. One of my friends actually lives on your street. Isn’t that funny?”

Oh yeah, it was really funny, and super coincidental. You still weren’t certain that this guy was the one who was stalking you, but, as you stood frozen in your spot staring at him, it felt like you were looking into the eyes of a murderer. “I think I can manage from here…” You said robotically, finally taking the first step, and the next set followed quickly after. You moved as fast as possible, scurrying past him in the direction of your actual apartment, hoping and praying that he wasn’t following you.

Your door had so many locks and bolts on it that it was considered a safety hazard in itself, while protecting you from whoever it may be on the outside, if there were ever a fire, you were royally fucked. But, with each latch and click of every lock, your heart rate dropped and slowly but surely returned to normal.

You had never been so scared in your life, other than the day you found all of your stuff missing, but this moment had topped even that. You were 98.6% certain that the man you had coincidentally come into contact with today was in fact the person who had been stalking you and the person who had broken into your apartment. It was too weird, there was no way in hell that that many coincidences could happen in such a short amount of time. Of course, you didn’t get the man’s name, and, while he was attractive, there were no real key descriptions you could give out that would help the police find him, at least there were none that you could, with certainty, give to the cops that would help in any way.

For now you would have to wait, maybe he’d be outside of your apartment more often now claiming to see his friend that apparently lived on the same street. Or maybe he’d cool it for a bit, he said it himself that he had sounded creepy, maybe he would feel like he let too much slip. You weren’t sure, you weren’t sure of anything really, and that had you panicking even more.

It was unfair, you couldn’t… You shouldn’t have to live in a constant state of fear just because of someone else’s sick thoughts. It wasn’t right… You couldn’t work, you could barely sleep, you had to shower with the bathroom door open because you were just constantly worried about what could happen. Your life was like a nightmare, and it felt like the only person you had right now was your best friend from elementary school.

He had been with you for a majority of your life, and he was with you through this whole mess as well. You couldn’t call the cops, so you decided to call him to give him an update. “How’s life in the new place? They better have hooked you up with something good considering they took you so far away from me.” He teased, and while his voice was usually enough to have you instantly calm, today it just wasn’t working, and for good reasons too.

“Listen… I think I know who it is…” You said quietly, scared that the guy might be standing right outside your door listening.

“Really?” He asked, his own voice lowering as if he were worried that the guy might hear him through your phone. “Did you call the police? Who do you think it is?”

“I… I didn’t get his name… But he… He came up to me to help me with my groceries and… He walked me to the bus stop and I tried to fool him by going into a different apartment building but he knew… He knew exactly where I lived…” Your anxiety was sky rocketing just from re-living the moment and you could hear him sigh heavily through the speaker on your phone.

“See, this is why I told them to just let you stay with me until they found the guy. I don’t know why they would still make you live on your own, without security or anything. They’re fucking stupid.” He was ranting on and on, and in the midst of his rant, a heavy knock came against your front door, causing you to freeze up. “Who is that?” He asked, clearly hearing the banging through the phone. “Don’t answer it, just stay where you are, call the police.”

“I don’t want to hang up… I’m scared…” You whispered, and like the foolish first to be killed in any horror movie, you slowly got up off the couch and tip-toed over to the door, looking through the peephole. Your hand shot up to your mouth to muffle your gasp when you saw the guy standing out in the hallway.

“Hey! I had to ask the lady at the front desk which apartment is yours! You left one of your bags at the bus stop and… That just seems like such a waste of money!” He called from outside the door and you were paralyzed, absolutely petrified, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak. “I…I heard you talking a couple seconds ago… Do you want me to just leave the bag out here?”

“Fuck this, I’m calling the fucking cops.” Your friend finally said, and you whispered out a quick no, sliding down the wall and curling your knees up against your chest as you sat on the floor. “I’ll call you back… I promise… Just wait…”

“Please don’t hang up…” Your voice was as quiet as humanly possible, and the next series of knocks had you sobbing softly into the phone. “You’re the best friend I’ve ever had and… And I’m so lucky to know you…” You choked out, truly believing that the man on the other side of the door wouldn’t let up until you opened it for him.

“Don’t say that shit, just let me call the cops! Let me be the bestest friend, and fucking protect you.” He demanded, ending the call himself and now you felt truly alone, you were trapped, there was nothing for you to do but wait.

“I just wanted to apologize for… for being so weird earlier. My mom says that I’m too nice sometimes… It probably came off as creepy. My name is Felix by the way and… I’ll… I’ll just leave your stuff here and… Hopefully… Maybe we can hang out and you can see that I’m just a normal dude… Sorry again…” He said, and just as you thought, the cops would be too late. He was already leaving, and once again, you knew he wouldn’t be caught. There was never enough time to catch this guy… It was like a game to him… And he clearly enjoyed playing it.

Next thing you knew, your door sounded like it was being kicked in, and that truly felt like it would be it for you, and maybe it was just because you had reached your breaking point or you had come to terms with the fact that you might possibly die that gave you a small rush of adrenaline, making you push yourself up off the floor and slam your fists against the door. “Go away! Just go away!” You shouted, and then there was silence that was only broken by the static of a walkie talkie on the other side.

One look through the peephole had you undoing the locks and throwing open the door, relief washing over you and a new sense of hope when you saw not only the officers standing at your door, but your best friend too. “We’re sorry we didn’t get here in time…” They said sympathetically and you lowered your head. It would have been too easy… Nothing about this was easy… “Your friend told us to hurry and we did… We’re going to find him though. We will.”

“He was here… He knows I’m here!” You shouted, your head falling back as your fists balled up at your sides. “Do you understand how fucking hard this is?! I haven’t slept more than three hours a night since this started! I’m alone! He found me and he’s… He doesn’t even care because he knows he won’t get caught! He was right outside my fucking door!”

“She can stay with me.” Your friend interjected, placing an arm around your shoulder as a form of comfort, and you hadn’t felt so safe since this entire thing had begun. “At least until you find the guy. It would make everyone feel better to know she’s safe there.” You nodded your head quickly to his suggestion, leaning against him for support as you stared at the cops.

“That would probably be best…” The main officer said, nodding along to his words. “We’ll do weekly updates to let you all know what’s going on. Don’t let her leave the house by herself, I’m sure that this guy… If he’s cocky enough to show up at her door, lord knows what else he’ll do.” The words weren’t in any way reassuring, they were quite the opposite, but your friend just made a sound of agreement that sounded more like a grunt of annoyance as he led you out of your apartment.

“Let me know if you see this guy on the streets or anything when I’m driving, I’ll pull over and stop him for the cops.” He said, his hand holding yours tightly as you walked down the stairs and through the main doors. “Can’t believe the nerve… To just show up at your door!? To bang on it and try to force his way in… That’s psychotic! I’m glad you’ll be staying with me… I won’t let anything happen to you.”

He pulled the passenger door open for you and waited for you to get in and buckle up before closing it, quickly running to the drivers side and climbing in. “I know you won’t… I’m just glad I’ll be able to get some good sleep… You mind if I nap a bit in the car? Just until we get to your place…”

“You don’t have to ask, silly. Just get some rest, you need it. You look exhausted.” He reached over and brushed your hair out of your face. “I’ll keep you safe… I always will… I’ll protect you…” He murmured as his fingers continued to stroke along your cheeks, his touch so soothing you could barely keep your eyes open long enough to look at him.

“I know…” You murmured, your voice laced with sleep as your lips smacked together. “That’s why I love you, Minnie… You’re the best…”

“I love you too…” He cooed, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before starting up the car and pulling out. “I finally got you… I can finally keep you with me…” He whispered, his eyes glancing over to you every couple of seconds, his heart swelling at the way your lips were pulled up into the cutest little smile even when you were sleeping.

It was easy… This guy who… Who probably had the best intentions… He made it so damn easy for him to win. Now that he had you, he wasn’t going to let you go. You said it yourself, you loved him, and he loved you too, so much that his heart ached at the thought of you even being close to whoever this other guy was. He was the only one who should be close to you, and now he was the only one who would ever be close to you.

It was like a game of tic-tac-toe… No matter where you were placed, he was always a step ahead, he would always win, and you would always think it was a little game between two friends… But it was so much more than that. You were his… You were always only ever his. Maybe now you’d understand, you’d accept that… Because he was tired of the hunt, he was tired of chasing after you… You belonged with him. Your things were already at his house… Now all that was left was getting you in the house and never letting you leave. But that would be simple… As long as your stalker was still on the loose, he’d have you as long as he wanted.

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littlewalken · 1 year

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Ap 15

So far plans are to go to a doll show today. I will be carrying Xavier, who fortunately has something other than his David S Pumpkins outfit in his box, and I'll have my Blythe in her carrier bag to see if I can find a new wig for her. Might have Britches and my Barbie box of Littles in the car for the sake of having them.

If I still had the umbrella stroller I'd be more in to taking more ball joints. All I have is the pram style buggy and I'm not going to be that person with a giant ass stroller in what looks to be a moderately sized community center.

Also I'm a bit hyper vigilant to unwatched children, especially at a doll and toy show, wanting to help themselves to my children. Back in the day of taking Shi Shi out he learned the fine art of being held too high for grabbing unwatched children to reach him.

Xavier is smaller and easier to keep out of reach but the Blythe carrier is life a purse and will be about face height.

Also see the separate post about how to almost kick a child in the head.

Today we shall see what happens when the sole of a Violator boot meets the face of a preschooler.

The red and black versions of those Doc Martens are back in stores. I have my pair, I do not presently require another pair, and if I did I'd gravitate towards purple. Or the ones with the zippers now that they sell ones with zippers.

What I would really like are a pair of their oxfords with roses on them but in walking around int he boots yesterday it kind of hit me how much they weigh, compared to my other shoes, and if the arthritis in my ankles gets worse I might not want heavy non boots. In that the boots help support the ankles.

I want to put together a general 'Martin Gore' hoodie and knit hat outfit to go with these.

Next time I go to that mall I want to take one of the twins, or at least their shoes, and see if I can find a big version of their creepers. They have one of those Elvira-Dave Vanian-Wednesday Addams stores there.

Of the two places we might move one is a couple blocks from the mall and the other is on the San Andreas fault but brand new and behind a grocery store. Already put in an application for the fault line place, going to look in to applying for the other one next week.

Either place would be good so I'm kind of leaving it up to fate I suppose to decide for me.

I have ADHSquirrel, making decisions is physically painful, and for all the logical and I can't remember the other word thinking I do have, and a personal experience of enough of my decisions being forced in to tits up territory by other people, I... have no idea where I was going except to this day I don't really know what it's like to have my choices supported.

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anonauthorsworkshop · 2 years

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can we get more of the MHA AU i love the concept so much like MC just being this scrunkly little thing and then summons an entire monster from the SCPverse to protect them

for those who don't know, this is an AU where MC gets isekai'd into MHA and has a summoning SCPs quirk. this is a bit on the longer side

Living without a roof over your head has not been a fun experience.

It's a struggle to even get food some days. Ever since you've been swiped from your home universe and into this eccentric one, life's been excruciatingly difficult. Not to mention the fact that your body has been regressed into your younger years. And, for some ungodly reason, you have the ability to conjure anomalies. From the SCP Foundation. At your beck and call.

It took a while to convince yourself that this wasn't a fever dream.

You've been getting by, at least. You may have the body of a child right now, but your mind is that of a young adult.

Today, after much guilt tripping, you managed to convince a cashier to give you some food for free. You're thankful that you haven't had to resort to stealing yet.

Grocery bag in hand, you start to make your way home. Home as in your makeshift cardboard box placed in a random alleyway.

You're content with the meal you're able to bring home today. So content that you don't notice someone approaching.

The grocery bag sways in your grasp.

You blink, and your hand turns empty.

"Hey!" You yell at the thief, little legs running wildly to reach the man. "That's mine!"

He looks back at you, stopping in his place. "Look," his voice oozes of confidence. It only irritates you more. "I don't have time for you, kid."

"Yes, you do!" You stomp over to him, stretching your arms to snatch your groceries back. "Give it back."

Laughter reaches your ears. "Give me one good reason why."

"I'll give you money," you bluff, "lots of it. My mom's a lawyer."

"A tempting offer." He hums. "Give it, then."

"Give me the food first," you reply, praying he doesn't notice your rugged, dirtied clothes that scream your mom is definitely not a lawyer.

He shrugs, and you find the grocery bag is back in your hands. Instantaneously, you make a break for it, running as fast as your legs can.

It's not enough. A blurry figure darts past you, and soon appears in front of you. It's the man, and his presence freezes you in place.

"Thought you could lie and get away, huh?" You gulp, feeling tears form. This young body is too fragile, damnit. You try to shove the tears back down your sockets.

"You're clever, I'll give you that." He steps forward, "But I have a quirk, you know?"

"Since you lied, I might just leave you a mark."

He reaches for his pockets, and a wire within you snaps.

He's grabbing his weapon.

Help.

You want help.

Please.

"An interesting situation you're in, dear."

A voice behind you.

The smiling mask leans in front of your vision. "Say, who is this man?"

"A bad one," you whisper. "A very bad man."

035's grin widens. "I see."

Black appendages burst from the ground. The thief doesn't even scream when they wrap and curl around his body and squeeze. His mouth opens, but his vocal chords have already decayed. There is no shout to hear, only the sizzling of skin and the man's frantic gurgling.

035 snaps his fingers, handing you back your groceries. "There you go. All dealt with." Your shoulders sag in relief. You move to thank him-

"Oh, and won't you be so kind to keep me here longer? I'd rather not be locked back in that dreary cell of mine."

"Fine. But I'm carrying the groceries."

"Isn't it heavy, dear?"

"You'd corrode the entire bag!"

"Fair point."

This is dangerous.

There's a villain lurking around the city. One with a powerful speed quirk, nonetheless.

Leaping into the air, All Might narrows his eyes, spotting a swift blur running in the streets.

Found him.

He pauses and squints. There's another figure next to the villain. Judging by their small figure, it's a ... child?

There's no hesitation when All Might bolts from his position. He has to get there fast.

Yet when he arrives at the scene, the hero is astounded by the sight before him.

A body, rapidly decomposing as a black ooze engulfs the villain. Unrecognizable of any human feature.

All Might anxiously scans his surroundings. The little kid, where are they?

He leaps into the air again.

He will be reporting this incident, he decides.

#in this AU MC's relationships with the SCPs are entirely PLATONIC #theyre like a little family #can you tell i had fun writing this #writing request #pp mha au #mha #scp x reader #mha x reader #scp 035 x reader #scp 035 #scp #scp foundation #pansophical pretender #anonymous #answered #ask #author

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one-piece-aus · 2 years

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ROUND 2-

Offering a Helping Hand

Round 2's Voting Deadline:

Wednesday, December 8th, @8pm (AST)

The Strawhat Clan

Luffy

On a snowy day, you were out, looking after your younger cousin and helping them build a snowman. The thing is though, they want to make a giant one, so the two of you rolled a large snowball but when it came to putting the snowman together, you severely underestimated how heavy snow can be and couldn't pick up the pieces. Fortunately, Luffy was walking by and asked if he could join in on the fun. You replied with a "yes" and asked if he could lift up the snowball for you, which he happily help put the giant snowman together and decorate. Smiles were shared and laughter brought joy to the air as you continued to have a fun day in the snow, you completely forgot he's a mafia boss. Soon your aunt and uncle came to bring your cousin back home, after waving bye Luffy turned to you.

"Shishishi, that was fun! Hey! [Y/n], if you ever need any help, just call me and I'll be happy to help you out, okay! Alright, now let's go get some hot chocolate!"

Zoro

You were strolling downtown, occasionally glancing down at your phone for the GPS directions, when someone ran into you making you fall back. Just as you were ready to tell the stranger to watch where they were going they swiped your phone and began bolting, you cried thief as you began running after them when the person bumped into Zoro, they briefly froze in place and you informed Zoro they took your phone. He simply narrowed his eyes at the thief then took the phone from them and told them to get lost. Once the thief ran off, Zoro gave your phone back and you thanked him.

"You know [Y/n], if you did join the Strawhat-clan, people wouldn't want to mess with you. You'll be recognized for your own strength, the strength I see in you."

The Heart Clan

Law

You were doing your weekly grocery shopping, one of the last customers in the store since it was evening and it'd be closing soon. Arriving at the cashier, you placed all your items on the conveyor belt then reached into your bag to get your wallet but turned frantic when you couldn't find it until to realize you left it on the counter at home. You mentally facepalmed, frustrated at the forgetfulness, knowing you couldn't go home and get it before the store closed. Just as you were about to tell the cashier weren't able to pay, Law cut in front of you, telling the employee he'd be paying for the groceries. You were surprised he was willing to do that for you, he simply smirked at you as he helped you put away the groceries in the bags and carry them out. You couldn't stop thanking him.

"It's really no problem [Y/n]-ya. If you join my clan, you'll be financially covered, and I'll be able to give you medical care. I'll be taking good care of you."

Rosinante

Walking your dog in the park, you were feeling a little tired this morning and able to keep up with your hyper dog, you had extended the leash thinking that way the doggo could run around without making you lose your grip on the leash. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case when your dog spotted a squirrel and took off, barking at the little critter while chasing it. You tried catching up to your dog or at least grab the leash but you kept falling short. You were getting worried when you saw your dog dashing towards a familiar clumsy person and jump on him. You jogged over to Rosinante who fell back and was laughing as your dog licked his face. You apologize and picked up your dog, Rosinante laughed and waved it off, which surprised you since you recalled he worked for the mafia. He sat up with a goofy smile and smugged makeup, seeing this you use the edge of your sleeve to wipe the mess away, once done you pulled back admiring his full face for the first time. He thanked you but you shook your head and held up the dog in your arms thanking him for preventing your dog from causing chaos.

"It's nothing really, I love dogs. If you ever need someone to help take of your dog I'd be more than happy to- of course if you need help with anything else I'll be there."

The Kid Clan

Kid

You were late paying your rent and you were currently in the owner's office begging him to let you give him the money tomorrow but he wasn't having it, getting ready to walk outside and telling you to be out by morning when he bumped into a wall, or rather a certain strong red-haired mafia boss. Kid greeted you with a charming smirk before towering over the owner and asking him if there's a problem going on. The man gulped, nervously shaking his head then turned to you about to say you can pay tomorrow but flinching under Kid's intimidating gaze he told you can have the rest of the week to pay. Kid patted his back with a smile then ordered him to wait outside, the man nodded then scurried out the door. Kid turned his attention back to you when you thanked him.

"Tch, that asshole had no right cutting off you when he has a history of not paying on time. If you need me to help persuade someone, just let me know. And if you ever need a place to stay my offer still stands."

Killer

Rain poured heavily outside washing away the little bits of snow that had been left. You had forgotten to check the weather earlier in the morning, and since it was sunny then you only took a sweater and sneakers, no jacket and no umbrella to shelter yourself from the rain. You'd have to wait it out if you didn't want to get sick but you needed to be somewhere and you couldn't afford to be late. As you stood at the front doors of the building, staring at the rain as you weighed your options, you felt someone tap your shoulder. You turned around to see the masked mobster offering you an umbrella. You thanked him as you took the object from him.

"I wouldn't want you getting a cold. Take my jacket for good measure."

The Warlords Clan

Doflamingo

You tapped the glass on the bank's door, catching the attention of the employee closing up. You gestured to the locked door hoping they'd open it for you only for them to shake their head as they turn off the lights. You turn to walk away when pink feathers catch your eye, your gaze follows over to the mafia boss with pink shades. He explains he saw your dilemma then presents a ward of cash to you, you step back from him and shake your head knowing you can't pay back. He reassures you while brushing a strand of hair behind your ear that you won't have to be paying him back. Taking the cash, you thank him.

"Fufufufufu, anything for you little birdie, though it would be nice if join my clan sooner because then I'll be able to fulfill my promise to provide all the riches you need."

Crocodile

You called out to the bus as you saw it drive away but it never stop for you. You slowed your pace before coming to a stop and checked the time, seeing the bus left early. The next bus was going to make you late by the time it'd arrive, but just as you felt there wasn't anything you could do, a nice black car with tinted windows rolled up. The windows went down and you saw the mobster you knew to be Crocodile there. He greeted you, asking you if you need a ride. Not wanting to be late, you accepted his offer and got in, thanking him as you sat down.

"The fine gem you are should not have to be kept waiting, but in a way, I'm glad because it means we got to cross paths once again, [Y/n]. I'd wait all day if it means I could help you."

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ol-razzle-dazazzle · 6 years

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Your title says fic requests are open? More Oguri would be nice. I read some of your stuff on AO3 and I thought it was good! I'd prefer something non-shippy though. If not, it's perfectly fine. :) Thank you, and have a nice day!

Heyo anon!!! I’m very sorry it has taken me a while to get to you, I’ve had Trials for my final exams. You have excellent taste in characters, Ogurin is one of my favourites. I’ve been Jojo trash for a while, so please enjoy this secret killer…and a friend he finds along the way…

The eclipse of late night convenience stores upon dark moonlit nights was a common sight to Oguri, avoiding detection was of utmost importance, especially considering his new job. Thankfully, the blood didn’t get on his suit this time, though he did lack some grocery essentials, and thus spent time hurting his eyes at the glare of bright storefronts and neon lit signs.

It never particularly occurred to him that he was staying at a house for such a long time- home was never a term that could find meaning within him. To avoid patterns he stayed in different regions and hotels, and everything was cleaner that way.

So he was leaning from one side to the next and fingers cramping from holding shopping bags, as well as the former ache of a cold metal and the recoil of a gun. But irregardless, he is now but a normal citizen, roaming the streets, stopping at every bench or so because damn, is milk really /that/ heavy?

Paranoid eyes glanced at any lurking shadows, ghostly witnesses to potential crimes, maybe reapers making their own crimes- in this side of Yokohama a glance the wrong way could take one down a dark, dark path. He sighed, resting his back against a brick wall of some backstreet.

It’s the one part of the job he can’t stand. The one thing he never is suited for. The panic, the heartbeat, the adrenaline and anxiety. Eyes swirling and head cluttered full of thoughts. He beckons them forth, and smooth ghostly figures come to his hands. Oguri sighs, yes- everything is perfect. Perfect and transient and never going to plague him. The smooth, vapourish texture calms himself, as the ghosts roll around to his pats with ethereal forms smiling in delight.

A small squeak disperses them instantly at reflex. A weak noise of breathing, hacking for air. He looks around, the noises draw nearer but he hears nothing. Fear always makes one see better in the dark, and when Oguri’s heart rate quickens he swear he can see a splatter of blood, or is it water?

His knuckles are paling, plastic stretched thin as he sets them down carefully, without a rustle or sound, hand warming itself within a suit pocket gripping his gun for the second time that night.

Another hiss, and he cocks the pistol around the corner, teeth gritting. Distant shouts of ‘the Boss’ this and ‘come on man, you can’t just leave them here’. He puts the gun away, cackling.

“Amateurs. Pure, filthy amateurs.” He enjoys not talking for such a long time but the curling of his lips can’t help but break the silence in hushed stifles of laughter. “A killing in their own home, evidence everywhere- and the loudmouths can’t help but yell it around for all to see? Pathetic, utterly pathetic.” He murmurs, unheard, but can’t say it out loud for the possibility of the Devil calling. ‘Such atrociously haphazard work can only be done by minimal gangs or Port Mafia scum.’

He continues furthering his mental critique until a weight makes itself known against his ankle, the sensation making him crouch down and retrieve the gun, gasping. Oguri’s eyes scan the vicinity, nerves tested at the utmost when the sensation coils around his leg, moving. His eyes flicker downward, and his gun clatters to the floor.

A furry little tail roped around his pant leg, as whiskers twitch at his clamouring state.

A kitten. Just a kitten.

An adorable, most likely excellent at assassination kitten.

The clatter made it’s ears perk up, hugging closer to Oguri’s leg, a scared mewl emanating from its throat, croaky.

Oguri’s instinct is to hiss and kick it off it’s leg, but he steadies and steels himself. Just nerves, just nerves and fluff and my goodness that cat is adorable.

He can’t bring himself to loathe the creature, even with its aspects. Sharp needle-like claws that have most likely pulled a seam on his pant leg, dusty fur that’s scattered dust and fluffy evidence on his shoes which he /just/ shined 30 minutes ago, and mews that would draw attention and adoration of anyone like a siren.

He scoops it up, getting a further look at it, his fingers sinking into soft winter fluff. The kitten blinks slowly, ears back, but not baring it’s teeth. Oguri sighs, moving his arm under it to support and…cradle the kitten, leaving his suit in minuscule ruin. There’s patches of dry blood on its underbelly, and the cat looks up with him with pleading eyes, before hacking a little- garnering extra pity points.

Look. He’s a perfect criminal. Oguri never leaves any evidence behind, even without his ability. No possibility for discovery. There’s some further shouts from inexperienced mafia men and the kitten buries itself further into Oguri’s suit. He’s covered in evidence. A menial thing as cat hair is still a thing, menial as it may be.

The ghostly creatures beckon at his call again, though hesitantly and confused. They float among Oguri’s body, staring at the intruding strands with a smile. One even /pats/ the damn fluff maker. It shivers in his arms, but glances over, trying to lick the form in the air.

Great, even /they’re/ for the cat.

Well…if it would’ve been potential evidence, they would’ve erased it, right?

It’s just snivelling and curling up here.

…Well, he is a murderer, a criminal, a monster, a rat, an assassin and mercenary. A job that requires no intimate attachment to anything, human or feline.

…But even he can’t resist such manipulation.

Though the mater comes, of how to carry the kitten, and without suspicion. The bags are too thin and might get scratched, he certainly can’t hold the thing in his arms.

It curls up, purring. Like it has no idea there’s a gun right beside it.

Wait a second…no, he isn’t really doing this.

Oguri takes out the gun from his jacket pocket, burying it under the plastic bags and food.

The suit is ruined anyway, right?

The kitten resists the movement, meowing. It’s about the right size… he sets it in his jacket pocket, stroking the kitten’s cheek to sooth it.

There’s a moving bulge in his suit, but it’s fine- it’s night, no one would notice such things…

If the infernal thing would stop meowing already!

It’s fine. It’s fine.

And for the second time that night Oguri experienced paranoia and panic, surprisingly not due to the gun in his bag, but the kitten in his pocket. He shudders, hoping that at least the kitten didn’t have any fresh wounds.

Actually come to think of it, stealing a cat is a crime, so it wouldn’t be too bad to clean…but there wasn’t any response from his ability. That doesn’t mean…

Oguri summons them again, quickly- as he nears his apartment. He really should get something better- a house by the sea, with only china cutlery, yes- that will be his next demand for his next employer.

The ghosts emerge, but only bury themselves in his coat, not attempting to clean any of the fluff.

It’s a stray, that would be the best situation. Otherwise…

Well no matter, he struggles to open the door with the rustling in his pocket. The good thing with no cleaning also means that pets are allowed in here.

Now he’s getting ahead of himself. It’s just a cat. He just wants to clean it up a bit.

…Two hours later, the feline is perfectly groomed, shining and fed only the highest quality of sushi (such scent-heavy food as tuna were potential obstacles and evidence…as well as being a picky eater.) To his surprise, the kitten didn’t cower in the water, instead purring and enjoying the bath…it was almost worth it for the awful texture on Oguri’s hands.

The kitten pads around the room, Oguri peers over it. Is it going to go to the futon?

It paws at the blankets, before turning away.

No.

Oh god no.

It jumps on the couch, a vile tiny scratch.

Are you serious, it can’t be going…

The kitten curls up on the suit. Said suit’s worth is most likely in the four digit figures of American dollars.

But the way that kitten curls up to it, makes it’s value increase ten fold.

Oguri sighs, looking down at the cat hair and scratch on his pant cuff. It’s made a hole on the edge. This is despicable.

He grabs some scissors, sitting next to the kitten, as he snips carefully around the hem of his pants, taking the strips of cloth to a sewing machine.

The kittens ears prick up at the noise, before mewing at Oguri’s return. It struggles a bit, feeling something against it’s neck- fluffy paws pushing on Oguri’s hand.

It has been complete. The kitten peers down, pawing at the little bow wrapped around it.

“Mi…”

“What about Emi?” The cat brushes itself against Oguri’s hand.

“Emi it is.”

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