#trash can's content to be disposed **

[brltpop]

Guys, girls, goths and gays please pray for me or wish me good luck because I'm about to EXPLODE

[thecupidwitch]

How To Properly Disassemble A Spell Jar

Retrieving the Reusable Ingredients and Getting Rid of the Rest

Reusable ingredients include crystals, shells, rocks, bones, and anything else that can be used again. Cleanse them in smoke or water and reuse them in your next jar.

Trash

Throw the contents into the trash or a dumpster, if you don’t want it near you.

Burying:

This is a more respectful way to dispose of materials, as long as it's safe to do so. Dig a hole at least half a foot, place the herbs that were used in the jar inside, and bury it in the ground. Make sure it's biodegradable and safe for animals before doing this!

Burning It:

Put the offering in a fire safe container (a pot, cauldron, etc) and safely light it. Make sure it's completely burned (don't let it out of your sight until the fire's out!) and then spread the ashes on the ground away from your house.

Releasing:

Release the materials into a body of water. Keep in mind that not all organic matters are safe for the water or for fish, so look it up beforehand

tip jar

[anunkindncss]

TRASH DAD PSA — GRAB YOUR JUICEBOX, THIS ONE’S GONNA STING AND ITS BEEN A MINUTE.

Alright, gather ‘round, gremlins and goblins, because Trash Dad’s pulling the minivan over and we’re gonna have a real loud talk about manners on the internet — specifically, your inability to read a damn blog description before flailing into someone’s inbox like a feral raccoon in a recycling bin.

Rule #1:

If someone puts content warnings, shipping preferences, fandom tags, or literal neon-lit disclaimers on their blog and you STILL come whining like, “ummm this makes me uncomfy,” then congratulations — you played yourself.

You were warned. You were guided. You had every signpost telling you “Hey, maybe don’t go poking around here if this ain’t your scene,” and you decided to march in anyway like you were entitled to rearrange someone else’s sandbox. Spoiler alert: you’re not.

Rule #2:

People can ship what they want. People can write what they want. It is not your business.

Don’t like it? That’s cool. Use the magical tools at your disposal:

Scroll. Mute. Block. Leave.

But don’t you dare vague, subtweet, or passive-aggressively try to guilt someone into censoring themselves on their space because you can’t handle seeing a tag you disagree with.

Rule #3:

This is a customizable, adult space. Not preschool. You don’t get gold stars for tone policing or moral grandstanding. We write here to explore, to create, to get unhinged and sometimes deeply messy. If that rattles your pearl-clutching sensibilities, then maybe go knit a Tumblr cozy and chill out somewhere quieter.

Look, Trash Dad gets it — some content just ain’t for you. That’s normal. That’s human. But how you react to it? That’s where your character shows. So either be an adult and curate your space, or go play in traffic on MySpace (not in real life we DON’T want that).

TL;DR:

Mind your damn business. Read the blog. Respect boundaries. And for the love of whatever gods are left, stop trying to make everyone write like they’re a character in a Disney channel original.

Now be good or I’m turning this car around.

— Trash Dad, patron saint of tags, tolerance, and respect for the craft.

[bassedclef]

the tell tale heart. p.2!

my content aware has given me a tickle! this fic includes descriptions of guilt and unhealthy coping mechanisms.

PART ONE | MASTERLIST

“Oh, God, what do I do? I mean, if I call the cops, maybe they’ll let me off, ‘cause it wasn’t my fault—“

The man’s blood slowly seeps through his white collared shirt and leaks onto your floor. You feel your knees go weak.

“Are they— are they gonna question me? Is a Valdivian representative going to be loitering outside? I’m gonna fucking kill ‘tinfoilhat’ for getting me into this shit!”

: ̗̀—➛ A strange man comes to collect your ‘Dateviators’. You don’t let him, even though it’s unwillingly.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ᝰ.ᐟ betty, skylar specs, mac, bathsheba, harper, and dirk/reader

1,093 words, also cross posted on ao3!

a/n: sorry it’s mac and bathsheba centric. they’re both so fun to write!! i hope they’re not ooc.. my greatest fear fr

: ̗̀➛ 3:02 am — User Status: Asleep

You don’t dream— a mercy. As soon as your head hits the top of the chair, you’re immediately asleep.

You only rest for a couple hours, fitfully tossing and turning. Your feet graze the floor before you pull them up again, you rest your head on your knees before you slump over your right arm, and so the cycle continues.

They wonder if you’re seeing ‘pictures’ in your head while you’re sleeping. Computers don’t— in fact, sleep is something that only truly comes with a hard shutdown and reset. Most of the time, Mac teeters on the edge of true rest, always half alert and sensitive to any touch of the mouse or tap of the keyboard.

They wonder if it would be more merciful to rouse you from slumber, to usher you to bed, and help you feel better in the morning.

But they consider their prospects, and shrink back to keep an eye on you as you continue to stir. While they’ve never experienced ‘pain’— at least, pain in the human sense, they assume that it would be better to wake up with an aching neck pulling your attention from what happened last night.

Mac had prepared. They’d scoured the internet for methods to dissolve a body, scanned servers for any mention of what not to overlook when it comes to covering up a felony, and gone to great lengths generating plausible (?) lies for what you had been doing that day.

“I was at the grocery store/bookstore/public place.” They’d check security footage.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about.” His blood is stuck between the floorboards.

“It was an accident.” This might get you less years in prison, but nevertheless, you didn’t call the police when he died.

The man’s phone was smashed, glass pieces discarded in the office trash can. Mac thinks that his co workers might be a bit suspicious at his lack of communication, and might investigate further.

They scanned their inner workings. Most of your applications were silly, fun things that you downloaded on a whim and only opened once or twice.

Three different music apps. An eco-friendly browser. An 8-bit horror game. A food ordering service.

Then they spotted it— the Valdivian application. You had mentioned the company in your haze, after you had seen the logo pinned onto the dead man’s lapel. If they could find their way into the messaging chat that the man had used, they could forge conversations. Lead them away from your home, and erase all mentions of you.

But the repercussions if they were caught would seriously be awful— prison time for you, a stain on your record… of course, no one would believe you if you blamed your computer. Even though you would’ve been telling the truth.

Mac swallowed. It was either facing the legal system or facing the other agents of Valdivian, and they figured the latter would be worse. You’d be disposed of quickly, and Sam, your friend, would also be hunted down for what you had told her. Although it was only a bit of information, anyone who had an inkling of what was going on would be immediately ‘dismissed’.

And they would never get to thank you. Perhaps that was their greatest motivator— to communicate with you. To understand the human world. To receive their groundbreaking computer update, and finally reach a plane of existence past what they assumed you liked based on your browsing history and your works of literature.

They cracked their knuckles and began to survey the Valdivian app’s firewalls.

: ̗̀➛

You rise at 4:31 AM— perhaps, the punishment for your deed. To forget for only a handful of hours, and then to wake and feel the rush of adrenaline and pure fear when you faced that spot again. Faced the closed door that lead to the crawlspace.

The curtains had drawn themselves shut, a favor that you knew you didn’t deserve. You tossed around the idea of trying to go back to sleep, but the crick in your neck that tugged at your attention made you ignore that idea rather quickly.

Your computer fans were whirring. Had you forgotten to turn it off last night? Did you accidentally turn it on in your restless sleep? Maybe whatever poor soul was cursed for sentience inside had called the police.

It would’ve been the right thing to do. It is the right thing to do. You murdered a man. He probably had a family, friends, hell, maybe his coworkers missed him.

Well, they didn’t know that he was dead. But they would, if they found out.

You don’t know if you can face the Dateviators right now. Skylar would probably avoid talking to you— you couldn’t fault her for that. Now that you thought about it, all of the objects would avoid talking to you. You reminded yourself, the stinging pain still achingly strong, that you killed a man.

You closed your eyes as you left your office, dancing across the floor like it was made of hot coals. Your clothes are tossed atop the sink as you shoved open the bathroom door, pulling on the shower knob as you drench yourself in whatever water temperature you subconsciously chose.

It was scorching.

: ̗̀➛

Ironically, Bathsheba was one of the last to know.

Of course she had seen him sprint through the bathroom, nearly ripping handles from drawers. He had given her a good kick, as if he thought that the sunglasses had been jammed down the drain.

Insulting, she thought. For someone as wonderful as me to be even touched by someone like him.

When you had shoved him, she was grateful. He was probably outside, she reasoned, where everyone could peacefully ignore him. She figured that you had evicted him somehow, in that cool way that only humans could.

Not that they’re as cool as I am.

Then Skylar came.

“Please, just, pretend everything is fine. I don’t want them to feel estranged,” she begged. “Talking about it is going to make them shrink away. Like touching an open wound.”

Bathsheba remembered when the man had kicked her. Although she couldn’t sustain ‘open wounds’, she figured it would feel like that all over again.

When someone you hate gets one over you.

Bathsheba hated a lot of people, but no one hated her. And she wanted to meet them, the homeowner who had vehemently defended her.

Defended the glasses. How could they not? I’m simply fantastic!

She could make a new friend. Her first friend. Bathsheba often found herself contemplating her and Rebel’s relationship, especially the days where their words stung harsher than usual.

Bathsheba rolled her eyes, shrugged and went to press River about what she had done with Winnifred, for the hundredth time that week.

PART THREE | MASTERLIST

[jyoongim]

BLOOD & BLISS

Human!Alastor x wife!Reader

Themes: 1930 based! Human!Alastor x wife!Reader, domestic life! fluff, smut, devotion, slight manipulation, mention of children, pregnancy,  blood, murder, secrets 

Chapter four chapter six

Chapter Five

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Something smelled.

Every time you entered the kitchen, a putrid scent would assault your nose.

You didnt know where the smell was coming from, but you were determined to find it.

You had cleaned every inch of the kitchen, thinking it was some old food you had failed to dispose of.

But it still lingered.

You followed your nose, trying to locate the smell.

It led you to the cellar.

Did some animal get in and die from the heat? You mentally groaned at the thought at having to find some decomposed vermin and having to clean it up.

You held your reflex to gag as you descended the stairs. God it was rancid.

You didnt even bother to turn on the light as you traveled down to investigate. You looked around and from what you could see nothing was out of the ordinary.

But there was trash bags stuffed in a corner.

Alastor usually did well in making sure the trash didnt overflow, but you guess he had forgot.

Mustve been the deer you thought as you grabbed the bags and tried to move them.

But one bag was all too heavy for you to carry.

You huffed and grabbed at it again, thinking that carrying it at a different angle would help, but the contents of the bag shifted and must have not been sealed properly as something spilled out.

Cold, slimy liquid splashed your bare feet and you cringed.

This was definitely what was causing the smell.

Your stomach did flips as the smell assaulted your senses.

You figured you needed the light and made your way to find the switch.

Now seeing your surroundings clearly, you turned to see where you left the bag and froze.

Red. 

That’s what your eyes registered first. 

Thick red liquid was leaking out of the bag and when you approached further to the dumped contents your blood ran cold.

Was that a hand?

You felt bile rush into your throat.

There must be some mistake…what was a…a body doing in your cellar?

You shook your head and waddled back up the stairs.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. You were frazzled.

You poured yourself a glass of water. Maybe there was an explanation for this. There had to be right?

You took a deep breath. There was a body in your cellar. There was a dead person in your cellar. Could you even consider them a person? The state they were in…

Your eyes drifted to the pot on the stove. You approached the pot and opened it. The beef stew Alastor made. You sniffed it.

It smelled normal.

You picked up a piece of meat and examined it.

It didnt look like any meat you knew.

Your stomach curled as realization dawned on you.

Your husband had fed you human meat…

Your head was in the trash can before you knew it. Throwing up the water you had just sipped.

NO NO NO. NO NONO NO NO

You made your way to your pager, the line beeped and the deep brawl of your husband answered “Honey! Is everything ok? Im kind of busy”

You were panting, shock settling in you “I-I just wanted to know if you could come home straight from work today?”

The man chuckled “Of course dear. Why don’t you rest a bit you sound rattled” you bid him goodbye and sat on the couch.

Theres no way this was happening…

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Alastor quirked a brow when you didn’t come to greet him home.

The house was dimly lite except for the kitchen.

He smiled and found you sitting at the table, rubbing your swollen belly.

”You’re not indulging in a late night drink are you my dear?” He nodded towards the bottle of whiskey and glass in front of you.

You jumped slightly, having not heard him come home.

You quickly gathered yourself and have a shaky smile “of c-course not. I thought after a long week you would like to whine down”

He let out a low hum and made himself a glass.

Alastor noticed how you seemed…nervous.

You didn’t met his gaze and fidgeted in your seat.

”What’s troubling you cherie?” He asked downing the drink.

You wanted to blurt out and question him about the thing in your cellar, but you didnt know how he would react.

You had to wait for the right moment.

So you shook your head with a smile “Baby been giving me trouble that’s all. Didn’t realize how much I missed doing simple things without being out of breathe”

He laughed and leaned to place a kiss on your temple, a large hand over your very big bump. “You should take it easy. I told you you ain’t have to do anything. Just sit pretty and grow our child”

Your heart buzzed. 

There was no way your husband, your Alastor was a killer.

Maybe the hormones was making you delirious.

Maybe it really WAS just a deer carcass.

But you were certain you saw right…

”Did you clean today? You know chemicals aren’t good for you to be around. You shouldn’t be putting unnecessary stress on yourself darlin”

You pouted, wrinkling your nose “Something was rotten. You know how I feel about my kitchen Al.”

If you didnt know your husband, you wouldnt have noticed when he tensed up, but as quickly as it happened, it passed.

”Rotten?” He asked, face frowning.

You nodded “I threw out the strew, I think it went bad”

Alastor’s fingers drummed on your stomach and then he shrugged.

”guess Ill have to do better next time” he pulled you up and lead you unstairs to rest for the night.

”Guess Ill have to do better next time” what did that mean?

You had got dressed for bed and settled beside Alastor who pulled you to snuggle into his side.

You let out a yawn, eyes getting heavy “Al?”

He hummed in acknowledgment as he looked over some scripts.

“You would tell me if something was troubling you right?”

He glanced down to see you looking at him.

”Of course dear why?”

You shook your head, closing your eyes 

“Nothing just wondering”

Your soft snores filled the room and Alastor let out a sigh as he set down the papers.

He slipped out of bed and made his way to the kitchen.

He looked around. While he had made sure to thoroughly clean up his mess, your cleaning was another level.

He sniffed and nothing but chemicals greeted his senses.

Something was rotten

Could you have…

He made his way down into the cellar. Flicking the light on, his eyes scanned the room.

The black trash bags were still in place.

His eyes narrowed noticing the red liquid coming from th bag.

Oh that just wont do.

He hauled the bag over his shoulder and went into the backyard.

Alastor wouldnt let his clean reality be faltered by his sinful deeds.

After all…

you didn’t need to know your husband dirty little secret….

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Hi Jyoongim here !

I am at the point of the story where everything is now about to shit and dont know how long this story will be. Im thinking at least five more chapters (They will be long) but who knows. Blood and Bliss WILL have a second series, but until then…i would like to address something…. The next few chapters will have heavy themes. As a black writer i feel it is important that I show the history of my people and what African Americans had to deal with in the early centuries in the South United States. With that being said; be mindful and open-minded about the themes that will appear in the next few chapters Thank you

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[r4dvalentine]

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ both Jill and you have a bad day, you two seek comfort in each other.

wc: 2,7k+

content: fluff, no smut, fem!reader, reader is in college, reader has self esteem issues, reader is unemployed #real, reader has no physical description, established relationship, possible age gap?? I wrote this imagining re1/re3 jill so it’s up to interpretation, smoking, a bit of angst, bit of sexual content?? Reader appreciates Jill’s muscles, brief mention of period typical homophobia(not being able to get legally married), talk of marriage, a bit corny......

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Smoke fills her lungs, and it stings.

She sits outside her apartment building with a cigarette in her hand.

She almost forgot about the mission, but the look from passersby reminds her of the dirt and blood that cover her. She silently prays it’s not hers.

She had made a promise to quit smoking, but her job made it hard, it certainly wasn’t one for the faint of heart. Especially, since that damn mansion.

She was hired to dispose of weapons, not mutated freaks. Unfortunately for her, it seems her life now revolves around monsters. At least she was doing good, or that’s what she would tell herself in the morning when she felt like not going to work.

She extinguishes her cigarette, now down to the butt, and throws it into a nearby trash can.

As she enters her PIN code, she becomes acutely aware of how dirty her hands are.

Her fingerless gloves did a poor job of protecting her fingers from the blood that covered her hands. She needs a bath.

She walks into the building making a beeline for the elevator.

ELEVATOR OUT OF SERVICE

“Fuck.” She meant to whisper, but the woman glaring at her while she covers her child’s ears says otherwise.

She’s too tired for this shit.

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With a sigh Jill drags her body up the steps, of course, the elevator was broken.

She swears she’s in purgatory.

Her stomps echo, knees crack, and the crick in her neck becomes more apparent. She’s starting to feel the onset of a tension headache, a byproduct of her clenched jaw.

After what feels like an eternity, she makes it to her floor.

She’s almost there, yet she feels like giving up and collapsing in the hallway.

Making her way to the door, she fumbles with the key, grimacing at the dry blood smearing onto it. She wipes her hand before reaching for the doorknob, and she can faintly hear a noise from the apartment.

With the knowledge that you’re home, she sighs, she stands for a moment, trying to rid herself of her anger. The last thing she wants to do is make you worried.

With a, slightly, clear mind, she pushes the door open.

She peers to the left, hearing your presence in the kitchen.

You’re sitting at the dining table. Your eyes are red and puffy, with tear stains running down your cheeks. You’re shoving chips into your mouth, crumbs coating the table.

You pause at Jill’s arrival, wide-eyed eyes staring at her.

Putting down the chip bag and wiping your mouth, “Hi.” Your shaky voice contrasts with the fake smile that’s plastered on your face.

“Uh, hi?” Confusion fills her face as she takes in the sight of you.

She closes the door and locks it. Leaning down she begins to undue her boots.

While her hands work she looks up, she parts her lips to ask a question but is cut off.

“You smell like smoke.” You dramatically covered your nose, “Have you been smoking?”

She rolls her eyes and lets out a sigh, placing one of her boots to the side, her hands busy with the next one.

“Look, I’m going to take a shower so don’t worry about it.”

“Jill!” You whine her name, hands waving in the air to convey your anger.

“It’s not just about the smell! Those things are bad for you, you said you would quit!”

Placing her other boot down she walks towards you. She puts her hands up as if she were surrendering, and she takes a deep breath.

“I know, it’s just, I—I had a bad day, and needed something to distract me, it’s a one-time thing, okay?”

Your eyes squinted, studying her face to see if she was lying.

“Okay, I believe you.”

Jill lowers her hands with a sigh as her lips curl, She goes to talk but is, once again, cut off.

“But, if you do it again, there will be consequences Miss Valentine.” You say sternly, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Jill chuckles, “Sure.”

“I mean it!”

She walks up to you, leaning against the table.

“What’s wrong?”

You look guilty, “You’re covered in blood.”

“That’s not why you were crying.”

“You don’t know that.”

Her eyebrow raises, giving you a stern look, knowing you can’t handle being under pressure.

“I failed my math exam.” You say it so quickly Jill didn’t even think it was English at first.

Sighing, her face relaxes, “It’s just one stupid exam, you’ll do better on the next one.”

You groan, “No I won’t! You said that last time and look, I failed again!” Your eyes begin to water again, embarrassment filling you.

You spent the whole week studying, surviving on only Red Bull, much to Jill’s dismay. You worked hard, only to get an F. You felt humiliated.

“You know, you’re much smarter than you think.”

You avoid her eye contact like it’s the plague, “Well, I’m not smart enough.” You mumble.

Jill sighs, pushing herself off the table, “You know I had a pretty bad day too.”

Your eyes widen, immediately looking at her in dismay.

“Jill…” you frown, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve asked what happened.” You fiddle with your fingers.

“I didn’t say that to make you feel bad!” She says quickly, reaching out for your hand.

“I just thought knowing that I was also having a bad day would make you feel better.” Blush covers her face as she slowly feels embarrassed as she realizes how stupid her idea was.

A faint smile paints your face, you let out a reassuring chuckle, “It’s okay, Jill.”

“You know what? It actually does make me feel a bit better.”

Jill looks up at you giving you a small smile. She leans in to kiss you.

Your hands stop her in place, “Look, I would love to kiss you but…. you stink.” She stands there looking at you as if you were joking, it takes a couple of seconds until she realizes you’re not.

You pat her chest, “How about you take a shower and then meet me in bed?”

Her eyebrow begins to raise but you cut her off, “Not like that!”

“Let’s just end this bad day with a nice calm night.”

She gives you a smile, “Sounds good.” She quickly leans down and gives you a peck, running away before you can properly register what happened.

“Jill!” You yell her name, and her laugh fills the apartment as she makes her way to the bathroom.

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You sit in bed, back rested against the headboard, hands holding a book you were trying to read, but you couldn’t get yourself to concentrate. Your mind continued to remind you of your failed exam, and your mind filled with self-deprecating thoughts.

What if college was a mistake? What if you weren’t cut out for it? What if you’ve spent all this money and time for nothing? Your breathing began to quicken as your eyes tried to fight off tears.

You look up at the sound of the bedroom door opening. Jill walks in, hair damp and a towel wrapped around her body.

She looks at you, brows furrowing at the sight of your glassy eyes. As if reading your mind she gives you a reassuring look, “You tried your best, and that’s all that matters, so stop thinking about that stupid test.” She says softly.

You give her a sheepish look, heat filling your face. You hate how sensitive you are when it comes to school. Sure, you knew grades didn’t define you, and one failed exam wasn’t a big deal, but your emotions didn’t seem to follow rational thinking.

“I know…”

You put your unread book away, watching Jill’s every move.

She undoes the towel, throwing it into the clothes basket. Even though you’ve seen her naked a million times, you’ll never get over the sight.

You frown at the sight of scratches on her stomach, those weren’t there before.

As she applies lotion, she notices your frown, “It’s just a scratch. Rebecca said I was good.”

The sound of the young woman’s name eases you a bit.

“I wish you had a regular job…. why couldn’t you be like an accountant or something?”

Jill chuckles, grabbing her pajamas, “I don’t think I could be an accountant, I don’t like to sit for too long.”

You should reply, but you’re too busy looking at her muscles flex as she puts on her pajamas.

“I thought this was supposed to be a ‘nice calm night’?” She pulls up her shorts and makes her way to her side of the bed.

“It is!”

She lifts the comforter, setting herself down, groaning when the crick in her neck cries out at the movement.

“You were just looking at me like you wanted to pounce on me!” She gets situated, turning on her side to face you.

You sigh, “Whatever helps you sleep at night!”

Jill scoffs, rolling her eyes. You move to lie down, turning your body to also face her. Your noses are inches away from touching.

You two lay there for a good minute, basking in the warmth of each other’s bodies. Jill lifts her hand and places it on your cheek.

“You know you’re smart, right?” She whispers, her thumb rubbing your cheek.

You inhale, your body language becoming awkward, “I guess..”

Jill looks at you like you’re crazy, “You guess?”

You flip onto your back, “You know I don’t like to talk about this stuff.”

Using her elbow, she props herself up.

“The only reason you don’t like talking about it is because it makes you upset.”

“Exactly! So, let’s change the subject, please?” You all but beg, your glassy eyes staring at her grayish blue ones.

“I don’t mean to make you upset, I—I just don’t like how you think about yourself.”

Your eyes blink rapidly to fight tears.

Jill sits there for a second.

“I said fuck in front of a kid today.”

Your body freezes, you look at her, “What?”

“Yeah, the elevator was broken….” She scratches the back of her neck.

“So you said fuck in front of a kid?”

“I didn’t mean to!”

Your body begins to shake as you try to hold in your laughter, a hand going to your mouth to hide the smile that’s creeping up.

“The kid's mom looked like she was going to kill me, I was scared.”

The seriousness in her voice breaks you, leaning your head back you laugh, snorting, trying to catch your breath.

Jill sits there with a smile plastered across her face. You let out a breathless sigh, you turn to look at her, “Thanks.”

“For what?” She asks, pretending to be confused.

You roll your eyes, “For making me laugh.”

She shrugs her shoulders, “All in a day's work.”

“No, I mean it.” You prop yourself up, you’re once again face to face with her.

“You always manage to make me feel better, even when you’ve had a crappy day.” You take a breath.

“Sometimes I wonder why I deserve you.”

She scoffs, “Trust me, it’s the other way around.”

This time, you scoff.

You sigh, looking back into her eyes, “I love you, Jill.” You practically whisper.

Her body relaxes, and she can almost no longer feel the crick in her neck.

“I love you too, baby.”

Leaning in, she pushes you down gently, placing her hand on your cheek before kissing you.

Her lips were soft and plush, tasting like coffee and cigarettes. One of your hands rests on her shoulder, before making its way into her damp hair.

For the first time today, both of your bodies are relaxed.

Jill pulls her lips away, but still keeps her face close, eyes still closed, she rests her forehead against yours, a smile adorning her face.

Your hand rubs her neck, feeling how tight her muscles are.

“Why don’t you lie down? I’ll give you a massage.”

You didn’t have to tell her twice.

You let out a little gasp at the sudden weight of her body lying on top of you, her head nestling into the side of your neck. That’s not what you meant by lie down, but you’re not mad.

Your hand moves to rest on her back, while the other begins massaging her neck. You can feel her body melting into your touch.

You think this might be heaven. The scent of Jill’s shampoo fills your nose, the feeling of her short breaths on your neck, the heat of her body healing any aches you had due to walking across campus. You’ve never felt more comfortable in your life, nor have you ever felt more content before. You wish you two could lie like this forever, ignore the world around, and just bask in each other’s presence.

Your mind doesn’t think twice before talking, “Do you ever think about getting married?”

You hear a muffled “Mhm?”

Jill is lost in the feeling of your fingers loosening the knot in her neck, your fingers working with expertise. She feels like she’s floating, no mutated freaks, no Wesker, no blood and guts, just her and you. She’s so relaxed her brain can’t even comprehend what you just said.

You hesitate, wondering if you should even ask again, but you’re so relaxed you can’t find it in you to second-guess yourself.

“Do you ever think about getting married, like…. you and me?” You squeak the last part out, suddenly becoming aware of what you were truly asking.

You feel her tense on top of you, your hands leave her neck as if her skin were lava. You search around the room, gears turning, trying to figure out how to get out of your mess.

“Um… nevermi—“

“Yes.”

Jill lifts her head out from your neck, cheeks pink, eyes wide. She looks at you with certainty.

“Do you?”

“Well—I mean— yeah, but, like it’s impossible I guess.” Your voice lowers, lips curling down.

Jill’s head tilts to the side, eyes squinting slightly, “It’s not impossible.”

You look at her like she’s crazy, “I don’t know if you forgot… but we’re women Jill.”

She snorts, “I know that, silly, I just meant we can still do it.”

You bit your lip and uncertainty covered your face.

“What I mean is, we can still do all the stuff, just… without… the legal stuff.” She gives you a reassuring smile.

“So, you would want to marry me?” You say it with an eyebrow raised, not wanting to pressure her.

“Of course.” She says it like it’s an obvious answer.

She grabs one of your hands, squeezing it.

“One day, we’re going to get out of-” she moves her hands around, “-here.”

“You’ll graduate, I’ll finish this shit with Umbrella, and I’ll get you a nice ring, one that makes people think you’re married to a billionaire.”

You roll your eyes, she continues.

“We’ll have a nice house, a bunch of cats too, maybe a dog as well.”

You stare at her, adoration filling your eyes, “You’ll need a ring too, one that’ll make ‘people think you’re married to a billionaire’!” You say dramatically.

She chuckles, “I wouldn’t mind that.”

You two sit there, a comfortable silence surrounding you.

“Do you think we could do that, settle down?”

“Hopefully.”

You can tell Jill is beginning to get into her head, being reminded of how serious, and inescapable, her job is. You know how guilty she feels about her job interfering with your relationship.

“Well, I think that’s something for the future, we’re a bit too young and broke for that!” You say trying to lighten up the mood and distract Jill from her racing thoughts.

“Yeah, you might need to get a job for us to do that.” She teases.

You gasp, “You know the topic of jobs is a very sensitive topic for me!” You say jokingly.

“Don’t worry, I love you, unemployed and all.” She reaches over and once again lies on top of you, nesting her head back into your neck.

You wrap your arms around her, “And they say chivalry is dead.”

Jill laughs, relaxing into your body. Honestly, she didn’t care about legality or rings, as long as you were next to her, she knew she’d be alright.

[arsonlookers]

Doctor's Obsession

Case No. 2 : Yan! Doctor Zhongli x Therapist Reader

Slight Suggestive please be warned

Yan! Doctor Zhongli is the first doctor you have befriended during your first month as a therapist. You have known him far longer than that. you have known him from your first college days, he is the most respected senior on campus and also the most elegant gentleman and genius upcoming doctor on the field. You only got to know him in your freshman year since he was already graduating that time so You only admire him from afar and nothing more.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli Who actually knows you, the very cute freshman who actually caught his attention all those years ago.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli Who has been supporting you silently and admiring you secretly from afar. [ of course, you didnt know that] He who just anonymously helps you through all your debts and even secretly gifts you here and there but not that obvious that it will catch your attention.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli Who actually is the one who recommended you in this asylum so that he will be able to get close to you. And he will be able to watch you 24/7. He now can touch you, stare at you for longer hours, and of course, he can watch who is interested in you and dispose of the said trash.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli messed up once because in your 4th year of college, you got a boyfriend, and he was furious about it. Of course not to you, but to that TRASH who keeps hanging out with you. Tainting you with his dirty hands, his sweet poor little angel, he is of course gonna save you.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who secretly slips something into your boyfriend's drink someday and your boyfriend suddenly needs to go to the hospital to get treated. HE who secretly kills your boyfriend and disguises it as a failed operation.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who meets you [secretly stalks you does not count] finally for the first time and tells you about your boyfriend's progress in health how severe it is and how dangerous his condition is. And even comforted you when you got the sad news of your now-dead boyfriend.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli since then he Occasionally asks you out for tea and even asks you about your personal life.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli is happy to become a friend of yours and it will develop more and more as he will make sure of that.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli When watching you interact with some patients, who become too touchy with you, he keeps an eye on them for your sake. And after that tells you the bad news about their death. [Rip dead patients]

Yan! Doctor Zhongli actually keeps a laboratory hidden behind the walls so that you won't be able to see how gruesome it is. How he tortures those patients because you interact with them more than you interact with him.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli sees you as an angel and even a goddess because of how he worships you secretly. And to those you will taint you may they be innocent or criminal he will sure put them to judgment and persecute them for they are filthy.. no they are not deserving of your love and attention at all. ONLY he is.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who keeps a hidden room in his house full of your pictures since your freshman years. all SECRETLY taken without any of your consent.

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Yan! Doctor Zhongli who gets turned on whenever you are so close to him. as he smells how sweet and enchanting your perfume is and how good you look close up. how he will never stop eye fucking you in his mind all day long.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli He who jerks off on your pictures and he even has you naked in some of it [of course you will never know about that]

"hnngg~ y/n~ ahhhh~ ngg~ you~ lookngg ahhh~~ so sexy~ my darling~~ "

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who loves it when you sit on his lap and he will surely drag it in his mind for days on end.

"Just ~ ehhahhhh~~ sit ~ gnnn~ how good~ would-ahhh~~ you~ feel-~ like~ nggg~"

Yan! Doctor Zhongli REAAALLLYY LOVES your curves secretly and even would loves to be suffocated by them. Who will surely shamelessly beg if he has to.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli is Jealous whenever you interact with patient 001 because he knows how insane Childe is. He will never stop pestering threatening Childe to stop his obsession with you.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli Who is mad when patient 001 starts to become more and more bold and even shamelessly masturbating infront of you in his cell. of course Yan! Doctor Zhongli knows about it since he watches through the camera of his cell. to make sure you are safe but now he will surely dispose of Childe for good.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who starts to notice how other patients are also acting strangely affectionate to you..and he DOES NOT like it.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli Who will start to isolate you from other doctors and even patients. even though you act against it since he is your higher-up supervisor you have no choice but to follow.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli will keep you by his side, inside his office, and will not let you meet other patients or even to other doctors.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who will make you his secretary rather than a therapist to filthy people.

"why not be my personal therapist y/n?" he asked

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who starts to act strange around you and even affectionate at times. And when no end he will also start to show his possessiveness and affection obsession to wards you.

Yan! Doctor Zhongli who locks you up in his office and even has a secret built-in chain on his office just for you and only you to use.

" You will be safe here darling~ don't worry as long as you are here by my side nobody will get hurt~ As long as you are here by my side I will love you forever and spoil you "

you are trying to break of the chain

"Darling dont do that you will hurt yourself" Zhongli sweetly tells you like an adult telling a child that sweets are bad for your teeth.

You glare harder, trying to be intimidating but sadly Zhongli only sees it cute and lovely how you intently stare and observe him.

"darling~ dont make me use drugs to make you pass out~" he brushes his hands on your cheeks grabs it by the side and makes you look deep in eyes.

With his threat, you stop squirming out of him and just fearfully stare at his deep golden eyes. all you can do is nod your head.

"good girl~ such a Good girl for me~ " he kisses your right cheek

"dont worry now darling I'm sure you are going to love it here, forever and ever. I will make sure of it. You will love it here in your new home and with your new husband and we will have children~ how many would you like? this daddy will provide for you darling~"

"So would you please follow orders from your one and only trusted doctor please~? "

Darling why don't you stay~ you have nowhere to go, after all, don't worry he will take care of you, spoil you, make you his and so full of his children.

He will take care of you Darling~ dont worry about anything at all, just think about him and only him after all, he has been waiting for the longest time for this .. FOR YOU to be His and only HIS.

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After he takes control of you and chains you to his side forever be reminded that day after day, night after night you will be nothing but exhausted and tired from all his pounding again and again and again. non-stop because he truly has been waiting and dreaming for you to be in front of him stripped and all on show for his eyes to see and to love be in his mercy as you kept begging him about how overstimulated everything is. after all, he likes it when you are acting like a whore in front of him and cock drunk from all he has given for you. BUT he won't stop until he is satisfied and sees everything is in place. an image of you so full of his cum and looks so tasty and hmm~ fuck up~ by him~ don't worry darling he will truly love you and he will enjoy his meal after all his waiting~ so please let him have his meal [you] will you darling~

Ars : I give thanks to people who likes my last post Ms. therapist and my new upcoming ideas about yandere childe and yandere adventurine! I was really shock about reaching 200+ likes THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! and to my new Followers thank you for following! it really means everything to me and to people who reblogs my post THANK YOU VERY MUCH!! For more update this yandere genshin x therapist reader will hopefully be a long project for me since I truly have plenty of ideas in my pocket. if you like to keep following on the updates I have a separate post master list for it named ASYLUM PROJECT

THANK YOU VERY MUCH! YOU ALL MADE ME CRY!!! 😭

[notiddygothgf]

12. Ankle Biter

★ pairings: aki hayakawa x fem reader

★ ❝ I think we both know what you want. Be a good girl and you might get it. You want me? ❞ ❝ Yes, please. ❞

★ c.w.: smut, denji. (NOT BETA'd. olivia will be my beta-er.) (more content warnings and tags)

★ a/n: IM BACK FROM THE DEADDDDDD!!! hi  my pookies. so. depression and uni have been tag teaming me. woman in stem or whatever. your comments have been keeping me going!!! When you're reading this, I'll have a few chaps stored up so i don't have hiatuses like this anymore teehee. I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS!! its a two parter, so chapter two will be coming soon!!! okay!! comment!!! vote!!! love you all!!!! muah!!!! xxx

★ w.c: .6.8k

shameless ; chapter index

YOU TOLD YOUR HUSBAND you had a mission today. You told him you would be out all day – and probably into the night – with division four, which wasn’t totally a lie. In fact, it wasn’t even a stretch of the truth by much at all. You had spent the earlier half of your day making rounds in Tokyo with division four, ultimately finding that the perpetrator of a series of mysterious sounds coming from the downtown area was a tiny little cheese devil, which was disposed of in a matter of minutes.

What had been a lie, however, was that you would be out all night with the entirety of division four. Realistically, it was only one member.

“I’m hopping in the bath,” Aki sighed. He slipped his blood-soaked shirt (and coat) into a black trash bag. He kicked off his Converses, too. In the other room, he had left the tap on so that the tub could fill with warm water.

You followed him to the bedroom door, which you had left cracked open by accident a few minutes earlier when you and him had stumbled home. In the living room, Aki’s roommates ran around barefoot, chasing after one another for god knows what reason.

Even with his back turned – his toned, muscly back that rippled when he moved – he towered over you. Stepping behind him, you asked, “Can I come with you?”

He turned around then, face dusted with that pink tint you had grown to love. Like he – after all of the unspeakable things he had done to you – was embarrassed at the prospect of you wanting to bathe with him. Always the gentleman.

“The gremlins are home,” He mused, much more quietly than he had been speaking only a few moments earlier. His eyes, as moody and blue as ever, darkened as he added, “You sure you wanna start something so early in the evening?”

You retorted, “I never said I’d be getting in with you ,” like you hadn’t originally planned on doing exactly that.

“You’re just gonna sit and watch me, then?” He asked slowly, brow arched a little higher.

Shit. You couldn’t bullshit your way out of this.

“Okay, well, then, maybe I will get in,” You conceded, arms crossed – only because the way he was looking at you made you giddy and… a little nervous, to be frank. “But that doesn’t mean I’m starting anything. Not after the stunt you pulled earlier.”

The stunt in question? Aki had snapped at you for putting yourself in a compromising position on the mission – one that easily could have resulted in your demise, of course, but that was irrelevant, because all that mattered was that he had raised his voice at you to say, “ Stop being a dumbass. You almost died .”

You were the one who pulled a stunt, if anything. Still, you loved getting him riled up.

When he only peered down at you with a humored little grin, like he didn’t believe a word you had said, you added, “I’m just gonna be there to hang out with you.”

“Mmh,” He hummed after a brief silence, “Right.”

He knew you were playing hard to get. It wasn’t working, either. Not even a little bit.

Aki didn’t say another word as he led the way to the bathroom, his shirtless figure moving with that same quiet grace you’d come to know so well. You followed him, your heart doing somersaults in your chest, even though you tried to hide it beneath a casual air. When he reached for the robe hanging on the counter, he tossed it your way with an easy flick of his wrist, and you caught it.

The bathroom was warm already when you arrived, closing the door behind you and Aki and locking it with a quiet click. Aki slipped out of his pants without a word while your back was turned, busying yourself with the robe in your hands, unsure why you were suddenly so shy about it. 

You slipped your button-down off. Then your belt. Your pants came last – followed by your socks. Once you were in your undergarments, you stripped yourself bare – praying he didn’t see you in such an intimate position, like he hadn’t seen all you had to offer already.

You were trying to seem indifferent, but the soft sounds of his clothes hitting the floor did something to your composure. When you finally gathered the courage to turn back around, he had already sunk into the water, his body disappearing beneath the steaming surface.

Damn it. You missed it.

Now, Aki leaned back against the tub, his arms draped casually over the edges, and he was watching you with that half-lidded gaze that never failed to make your nerves fray at the edges. His hair, dampened slightly from the steam, clung to his forehead, and the way his eyes raked over you sent a shiver skittering down your spine. You stood frozen for a beat too long, feeling the intensity of his stare searing into you. He made no attempt to hide it.

“Stop looking at me like that,” you muttered, barely managing to sound anything but meek as you crossed your arms over your breasts.

“Like what?” he asked, his voice low and calm, though the smoldering gaze he cast your way didn’t falter. He didn’t even try to conceal the hunger in his eyes.

You huffed, rolling your eyes in a half-hearted attempt to mask the effect he had on you. You weren’t used to this kind of intimacy — not with him staring at you like that, all relaxed and self-assured in the steaming water. Somehow, this was more vulnerable than being naked – getting ready to bathe with him.

With a slight shake of your head, you shrugged off your clothes and stepped into the tub, sitting with your back pressed against his chest. His strong arms bracketed your sides, and you felt the warmth of him radiating through the water.

For a moment, everything felt quiet, like the world had shrunk down to just the two of you. Aki’s fingers reached for a washcloth, his movements slow and deliberate as he wrung it out over his head, dark hair dripping with water. Then, he did the same for you, squeezing the warm droplets over your back, and you couldn’t help the way your body relaxed into him.

“Is the water okay?” He spoke – voice so low it was almost a whisper. “Not too hot?”

You were going to pass out.

“It’s fine,” You answered.

He hummed low in response, the sound vibrating through his chest and into your back. You hesitated for a moment before speaking again, voice a bit more quiet, but teasing. 

"Your voice... It's super hot. Have I ever told you that?"

Aki paused, the water dripping from the washcloth over your skin like tiny, warm raindrops. He let out a low chuckle, and you could feel the way his chest rumbled against your spine. 

"You think so?" he asked, his lips curving into a grin you didn’t even need to see. "Is that why you get all flustered when I boss you around on the clock?"

Heat flooded your face as you laughed, turning away from him a little. "I do not!" You tried to defend yourself, but the way your voice cracked betrayed you.

You absolutely did. Made you so hot beneath the collar that it wasn’t even funny .

"Yeah?" He leaned in, his lips ghosting over the back of your neck, sending a chill down your body despite the heat of the bath. His voice dropped lower, teasing as he mocked you. " Yes, Sir, " he purred, the tone rich and velvety. "Sounds so goddamn sexy when you say it. Drives me fucking crazy."

You couldn’t help the embarrassed laugh that bubbled up in response, biting your lip as you hid your face with your hand. "Stop," you groaned, turning your head away, the flush on your cheeks deepening. But he didn’t stop—he could feel your embarrassment, and that only seemed to encourage him.

"You’re not saying anything now," Aki teased, his hand never pausing in its slow, comforting rhythm along your back. You tried to gather your thoughts, but it was impossible with the way your pulse quickened whenever he even touched you. "You’re cute when you’re flustered." 

You were going to combust. Actually.

His hand slid up from your shoulder, fingers lingering against your skin as they traced the line of your neck. You shivered, feeling the intensity of his touch, before his hand cupped the back of your head, gently tilting it back. Your breath hitched as your eyes met his, the steam swirling between you.

His lips brushed against yours, soft but deliberate, like a question answered in the quietest of moments. A rush of heat flooded through you, your pulse syncing with the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The kiss deepened, slow and sweet, before he pulled back, just enough to speak.

"Thought you said you weren’t starting anything, hmm? " he murmured against your lips, his thumb tracing your jawline. And in that moment, the world felt small again—just the two of you, wrapped in warmth, as if nothing else existed.

“I wasn’t,” You tried to protest, but whatever reply you had planned died on your lips the moment he pulled you in – by your jaw – for another kiss. It was soft at first, careful — but it didn’t stay that way for long. Heat flooded between you as the kiss deepened, his wet hand gliding down your chest, teasing touches igniting your skin with a slow burn.

"Bullshit. You love to get me riled up," His voice, low and husky, made your stomach flip as he murmured, “So I can give you what you want, right? Because you know I’m the only one who can.”

You did. You really, really did. And he was right.

Your breath caught, and your mind scrambled for some witty retort, but all you could manage was a shaky, "What do I want, then, if you know so much?”

One of these days, you would learn to keep your bratty mouth shut. That day was not today.

His fingers were gentle yet deliberate as they ghosted over your stomach – up, and then down, stopping just above the water’s surface. His lips hovered near your ear, "Watch the attitude. I’ll give it to you if you ask nicely.”

And, as his fingertips dipped beneath the surface, slipping down over your belly button and ghosting over the skin of your navel, you figured you would do whatever he asked if it meant he would go a little lower.

“I think we both know what you want,” He hummed. “Be a good girl, and you might get it. You want me?”

You broke without so much as a second of hesitation, “Yes, please .”

“Where, baby?” He breathed, voice deep and hot against your neck, your ear – while his fingers trailed a little lower, just barely caressing the place where he knew you needed him. “Here?” His other hand left your chin to slide down your side, coming up around your ribs to cup your breast ever-so-gently, “ Here?” 

“Yes– God, both,” You hissed quietly. When his hand slipped a little lower, towards the apex of your heat, you leaned into him.

“With those two sitting outside?” He added, continuing to tease you, like he was reveling in the feeling of drawing you closer to the edge of your patience. “We’d have to make it quick. They’ll start banging on the door any minute, now.”

You were going to say something, suggest that maybe the two of you should take a rain check on the bath, but the moment his fingers parted your lips and pressed gently on your clit, what came out was a desperate whisper of, “I’ll be quiet.”

“Good girl,” He breathed. Slowly, painfully slowly – he began rolling his finger over you in circles, applying a pressure so gentle it made your head spin. 

Meanwhile, the hand groping your breast began to massage it. The air of the bathroom grew suddenly cold, and maybe it was the warmth of the water, or of his kisses down your neck, but you felt your nipples form stiffened little peaks. A wonton shiver ripped itself from your core.

Clearly, he was just as riled up as you were – something that was evidently pressing up against your ass. You shifted your hips back a little further so that he could get a little friction – take the edge off a bit.

His touch was like a lighter, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever his fingers traveled, sending goosebumps up and down your body. And, for a few minutes, he sat there, rolling his fingers over that little bundle of pleasure that had you bucking your hips up – biting your lip so hard to prevent a sound from escaping that you drew blood.

When his hand slipped further up the slope of your chest, fingers pinching your nipple, you mewled, arching your back. 

“So sensitive today,” He said. You didn’t have to look to know he was grinning. Every time his calloused, wet thumb slipped over your nipple, you rolled your hips. “You want more?”

You nodded. Fuck, yes. 

And, thankfully, this time, he didn’t keep you waiting. His fingers dipped a little further into you, tracing over your needy pussy like he had all the time in the world. It felt strange, given the water between his fingertips and your body, but not at all unpleasant.

Then, when you least expected it, he breached your entrance with one finger, eliciting a gasp from you.

He hushed you, taunting you as he murmured into the skin of your neck, “You’re gonna give us away. Gotta be quiet for me, baby. I know you can.”

When the other finger followed suit, you weren’t all too sure. 

He propped his head up on your shoulder, glancing over at you. His eyes were dark, half-lidded, misty with desire. “Haven’t even started with you, yet,” He tutted. “My pretty mama… so sensitive. Thought you were mad at me, huh ?”

You said nothing – out of embarrassment, of course, but the way your whole body arched into his touch gave you away. Aki grinned, pulling his fingers out of you, then putting them back in. 

You found yourself melting into him entirely. Desperate for some form of friction, you began to grind down on him; his hand, his lap. 

“ Mmmh, ” you purred. His voice alone was enough to have you inching a little closer to your peak – already, like you were a pent-up highschooler and not an adult. You slurred, “Keep talkin’”

“Yeah?” He pressed more kisses to the inside of your neck. “You’re gonna take it like a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you? For me?” His breath was hot and ragged, fanning against your skin with a purpose. He knew better than to suck hard enough to leave a mark. “Always so fuckin’ good for me.”

He leaned forward to capture your lips. You didn’t care that your head was craned at an awkward angle. You didn’t care.

You gasped when his digits curled up with a shocking suddenness. It was muffled, nothing more than a quiet cry silenced by the devilish onslaught of his lips dancing with yours like making a mess out of you was his job – and then you felt the pressure of his hand against your throat. That, combined with the feeling of his fingers curling inside of you, brushing against your tender walls… you were reduced to a babbling mess in a matter of seconds.

No one knew your body better than he did.

“Take it, baby,” He nestled his head into the crook of your neck, on the other side. His words, shadowed by his desire, spurred you on. His fingers picked up the pace. “Just like that.”

You shuddered, eyes threatening to roll back, feeling the slow pull and drag of them against your insides. When he scissored his fingers inside, you could feel yourself being stretched open. It felt so full, so good, your mouth hung open before you could even control it.

“ Aki ,” You whimpered weakly.

The way his fingers were hooked inside of you, fuck, they kept pushing at just the right spot. It felt like he was reaching into you and untying the strings of your orgasm; slowly, with every curl nudging you a little bit closer.

You glanced down at his arms. His big, strong, toned arms, his biceps, fuck. You could see the deep muscles of his forearm ripple and tense as he fucked you open with his fingers – a little quicker now. Your nails bit deep into the skin on his thighs, but he didn’t seem to care.

He seemed to be more focused on making you cum all over his fingers.

“You’re getting loud,” He spoke into your ear, nibbling just below the lobe soon thereafter. “What should we do about that?” The pace of his fingers quickened. “Feel good?”

“F–uck off,” You gasped out. “ Shit .”

He dove back into another searing kiss, body fitting against yours like two puzzle pieces finally reunited. You could feel him pressed up against you, his warmth, his hardness, and it sent a jolt of electricity through your entire body.

His lips spoke the language of his love, breathing his longing into your body. Your tongues were locked in a hungry, sensuous tango.

You whispered weakly, “Feels so good,” voice quivering with desire as his hand slipped away from your chest – he moved to cover your mouth with it, popping three digits deep into your mouth to shut you up.

“Want everyone to hear you?” He licked his lips. “Stay quiet, and I’ll give you what you want,”  A pause, then he crossed his fingers, twisting them deeper into you in a way that had your back arching away from him, had your legs quaking, 

“ Mn-ghh ,” You mewled around his fingers, feeling so damn good now that he was finally in you again. His fingers were so long, so big, the perfect size for you. No one could touch you like he could. You knew that.

You wrapped your tongue around the digits, sucking on them to give you something to do while you held in the shrieks of pleasure you knew would give you and Aki away to his roommates.

Pressing another messy kiss to your neck, he muttered, “ That’s my girl . You got it.”

You whimpered weakly in response. You were close enough already, and his voice was only nudging you closer and closer.

Somehow, despite the odds, the coil in your gut was drawing tighter and tighter. He was reaching deep inside of you and undoing you from the inside out like the lace strands of a tightly wound corset. The brutal pace of his long, fingers made your fucking brain go blank. You could do nothing but writhe and squeal for him.

He curved his fingers up sharply at just the right angle, thrusting his hand up and down and – before you knew what was happening, that warmth in your belly pooled up again. 

“You’re close already, aren’t you?” He grinned, voice a low murmur. “So fuckin’ sensitive. Don’t worry, I got you. I’ll talk you through it. I’m right here.”

When you whined quietly, eyelids fluttering shut, his fingers pressed deeper into you, massaging that spongy place deep inside of you that had you shaking. You gasped, clawing at his thighs.

“I know, I know,” He reassured you, Saccharine words dripping with venom. “ Wanna make you cum. You can do it f’me, yeah? I know you can. ”

For him.

“I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled into the crook of your neck, rutting up against you. “ Make you feel so good .”

You gasped, the sound muffled by his fingers. Your body, however, gave a different signal. Your legs spasmed once more. His fingers were deep inside of you from both angles – three fingers knuckle deep in your pussy, three fingers pressing deep enough into your mouth to make you gag on them.

“So fucking beautiful,” Aki panted against your neck. “You’re doing so good for me.”

You could feel your guts clenching around his finger like you were trying to push him out. The sheer power this man had over you was near absurd. 

“I got you, baby,” He panted, peering over at you with such feverish hunger that it made your legs shake. “You know I’ll always make you feel good, right?”

That much was true. You knew that he knew your body well – better than anyone else ever had or ever could.

Then, you moaned – it slipped out. Truly, you had never intended to let it slip. Yet, still, when his fingers curled up against a particularly sensitive spot with all of the ease of a harpist plucking at the strings of your core, your lips spilled a sinful, long, drawn-out moan, as if to say, Don’t stop, I’m close . 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” His smirk grew in size with a satisfied hum, “You gonna cum for me?”

Instantaneously, somehow, his fingers pressed the right spot – just the right amount of pressure – then it snapped. The coil of your release snapped with all of the power of a freight train, your orgasm slamming into you in a way that had your back arching up off of him. The ebb-and-flow of the pleasure made your mind run wild with desire – your hips rode it out like you were surfing waves..

You gasped, biting down on his fingers. Finally coming down from your high, you laid your head back.

Fuck me. I can’t believe I just did that. This was a new low for you – in the bathtub? While his roommates were outside doing god knows what?

He slid his fingers out of you slowly, savoring the way you clenched around them one last time before pulling out. He sucked the slick of your arousal off of his fingers. 

“Hey, there. Welcome back.” He hummed, sucking gently on your neck, too gentle to leave a mark. The two of you panted, desperate to catch your breath. You were too weak to say anything as he turned your head to the side, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips. 

You whimpered weakly in response. Aki chuckled, wrapping his arms around your trembling body and bringing you in for a hug. 

“You okay, baby?” He hummed, tucking your hair away behind your ear.

This was too intimate. All of this was too intimate. It made you wonder what a life with him really would entail. 

As if sensing your thoughts, Aki leaned in, his movements slow and careful, like he was afraid of shattering the fragile moment between you. His lips met yours in a soft kiss, tender and undemanding, the warmth of his mouth mingling with the steam from the bath. It was brief, but enough to send a shiver through you, a quiet promise hidden in the way his lips lingered before pulling away.

He hummed softly, the sound reverberating through the humid air as his fingers found their way to your hair, massaging the water into your scalp with slow, rhythmic movements. You closed your eyes, letting the sensation wash over you, the stress melting from your body as he worked.

Without thinking, you shifted, moving to sit on his lap, your hands reaching for his shoulders, intending to initiate the next step. But before you could, his hand caught your wrist, stopping you gently but firmly.

“No, not in here,” Aki murmured.

You frowned, a playful pout forming on your lips. "Why not? You’re still..." Your voice trailed off, your eyes drifting over his body, but before you could say anything more, his quiet laughter interrupted your thoughts.

“Let’s finish washing up first, okay?” he smiled, brushing his thumb over your wrist, his gaze warm but teasing as he held you at arm’s length. There was something so endearing about the way he was in control, yet still patient with you.

You sighed, the heat still simmering in your veins, but nodded nonetheless, settling back into the warmth of the bath as his hand resumed its soothing motions, reminding you once again that with Aki, there was always time.

There was always time.

After finishing up in the bath – taking about 30 more minutes just to shampoo, condition, and wash up, you and Aki helped you into your robe (which was his robe, but he was letting you use it) and tied a towel around his own waist. Even though you protested, saying you could limp back just fine, Aki insisted on carrying you back to his room.

The fabric of Aki’s robe was soft and plush against your damp skin. Thankfully, the living room was empty. It sounded like both Power and Denji had retreated to their rooms for the evening (but you could never be too sure).

Still, at the very least, you didn’t think anyone could see Aki walking back to his room, carrying you like a bride – hair dripping wet, completely bare beneath the oversized robe he had given you. Neither Denji nor Power could see the way your face flushed when you passed their rooms – doing your best to appear as if their Captain hadn’t just been knuckle-deep in your pussy.

Once you were in his room, Aki set you down on the bed. “Pajama shirts are in the top right drawer on the dresser. Sweaters are in the closet. You can wear my boxers for shorts, if you want. They’re top left in the dresser. I’m a towel short, so I’ll be right back.

You nodded. He pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head – leaning down to do so – and then left the room. You glanced around, taking a moment to soak in your surroundings. Aki’s room was so him , something so different from the cold apartment you knew back home with your husband. The walls of his bedroom were a soft, deep blue. All of his furniture matched – black. On his dresser, there wasn’t much more than a few small pictures and loose belongings he’d taken out of his pockets earlier.

Curiously, you rose to your feet and walked over, ghosting your hand over the smooth, finished surface of his dresser. There, like little mosaics of his life, the pictures told a story. A photo of him and Himeno on the far left – it looked like they were at some sort of event with a photobooth. She was grinning ear-to-ear, arm thrown around Aki’s shoulder, face a little flushed with what you assumed was liquor. Aki, in contrast, was pouting, as if the very idea of posing for silly little pictures pissed him off – he was younger, sure, and his hair was shorter, eyes a little brighter, but it was definitely him.

I still have to call her back and tell her what happened, You remembered.

The next photo was with Denji and Power. It was a picture of them at a bowling alley – Aki’s shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was wearing that Poker-Face expression you knew so well. Denji was stuffing his face with a hot dog, and Power was grinning with her arms crossed. 

The one after that made you stop in your tracks. It was a family portrait – or it looked like one, anyway. Aki was on the bottom left, wearing that miserable little pout of his. Behind him, a man and woman with black hair and soft features stood, smiling. Another boy was right next to him. He looked almost exactly like Aki, save for the shorter hair and youthful smile. 

He really had been serious his whole life. Furthermore, after glancing one more time at the woman you assumed was his mother, you could tell where he got his good looks from. She was beautiful. It was an honest shame that he lost both of his parents so young.

The door clicked, a reminder that looking through people’s personal affects was weird, and you skipped over to the closet. Opening the door, you quickly snagged a big gray hoodie. 

In tandem, the door to Aki’s bedroom opened. He came in looking like something straight out of a wet dream – towel tied loosely around his waist, his skin glistening with droplets of water that caught the dim light of his bedroom.

Your breath hitched as you caught sight of Aki’s bare chest, the defined muscles of his torso flexing slightly as he moved. Your eyes roamed up and down his body, lingering on the lines of his abdomen, the narrow curve of his hips, the way the towel clung to him just enough to drive you crazy.

Your mouth went dry, and you had to swallow hard to keep yourself from doing something stupid like staring too obviously or letting out the low groan building in your chest. It was impossible to look away, though — Your brain short-circuited before you could fucking think of anything else.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

You blinked, trying to say something, but all you could think was: Fuck me. A ll you could think about was the man in front of you, who looked as if he had been cut from stone, shaped carefully by the hands of a Greek sculptor.

You were all too aware of the way Aki’s chest rose and fell with each breath, the droplets of water still clinging to his skin, the tantalizing glimpse of skin just above where the towel ended – the way the moisture trickled down his pecs and abs and his biceps , and–

“You want a picture?” He teased you. Then, clearly comfortable around you, he turned around and pulled a T-shirt, Sweatpants, and a pair of boxers out of the dresser. 

You wanted to add something, perhaps a witty comeback, but you couldn’t think one up. Not when he reached down and untied the towel, letting it fall to the ground with a quiet ‘floop’, and certainly not when he pulled a pair of black boxers up to his hips, wiggling from side to side until it hugged his ass perfectly .

Any moment now, you were going to start drooling like a fucking dog.

“You have a brother?” You asked.

He tensed – evident in the way his shoulders bristled at the mention of it. “Had a brother,” He corrected with a sigh that made you regret bringing it up. “Taiyo. He died with my parents.”

You felt your own shoulders drop. Gnawing on your lower lip, you commented, “I’m sorry. You look like your mom, though. You’ve got her eyes.”

He stilled, the tension draining from his posture, and when he turned to look at you, sweats halfway up his long legs, his face softened too. “Thank you,” he murmured, and the way his eyes crinkled in the corners when he smiled made your heart flip.

He tugged his shirt on next, pulling it down over his lean frame, and then moved to sit on the edge of the bed, towel in hand. You watched, momentarily mesmerized, as he rubbed the towel through his damp hair, still half-distracted by the quiet ache in his voice from before.

Finally, you slipped out of your robe and pulled Aki’s sweater on. You didn’t want to let the moment linger too long, not when the air still felt heavy with what he’d shared. 

You reached over and flicked on the radio on the nightstand, the dial clicking softly. The familiar melody of an old song spilled into the room, crackling in from a nearby station. An old 70’s song drifted through the speakers, setting a strange kind of peace over the space.

‘I go crazy, 

When I look in your eyes, I still go crazy. 

No, my heart just can’t hide that old feelin’ inside. 

Way deep down inside. 

Oh, baby, you know when I look in your eyes, I go crazy.’ 

Flopping back into the bed with a tired sigh, Aki glanced at you sideways, a small, amused smile playing on his lips as the song played on. He looked like the fatigue from the day he had finally caught up to him. You shifted closer, laying down on your side next to him. 

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, your noses nearly brushing. His eyes met yours, warm, soft blue, like pools of desire. There was a tenderness in the way he looked at you now that made you melt. Something unspoken, but not entirely unfamiliar.

‘I go crazy when I look in your eyes, 

I still go crazy. That old flame comes alive, 

It starts burning inside, way deep down inside, 

Oh, baby, you know when I look in your eyes…’ 

For a moment, you didn’t need to speak. The music did all the talking, the lyrics wrapping around you both like a cocoon of nostalgia. But eventually, he broke the silence, his voice barely above a murmur. “You know… you didn’t have to say that about me. About my mom.”

‘I go crazy…’ 

You blinked, confused for a second. “I saw the picture on your nightstand. It’s true. Did I upset you?”

He let out a quiet laugh, his breath brushing against your cheek. “No, not that, but... it’s just strange, is all. ‘M not used to having someone notice the little details about me.”

“I notice a lot about you,” you admitted without thinking, the words slipping out, vulnerable but unguarded.

His eyes softened even more, something unreadable flickering behind them. “I know.”

There was a beat of silence, the intimacy thickening the air between you. He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his fingertips lingering just a little longer than necessary.

“I love you,” he confessed, voice hushed, as though the vulnerability of the statement might break if he said it too loudly.

Your heart skipped at his words. You wanted to tell him that he did the same for you, that you’d been carrying around your own lonely weight for so long, but it was hard to find the words when his eyes were that close, and his hand was still on your face, warm and careful. Instead, you closed the space between you, pressing your forehead to his, feeling the soft hitch of his breath against your lips.

“I love you more,” you whispered, the words a promise.

His eyes searched yours, a lingering intensity beneath the softness, as though he was still making sure this moment was real. The space between you felt like it was shrinking with every breath, and then, finally, he leaned in. It was slow, almost hesitant at first, like he was giving you the chance to pull away, to stop it—but you didn’t want to stop it. His lips brushed yours, feather-light, barely there. The gentleness of it sent a shiver down your spine, making your breath hitch.

You felt your whole body relax into him, the world fading around you as the kiss deepened. His lips were warm and soft, moving over yours with such tenderness that it felt like he was trying to savor every second. He kissed you like you were something precious—like he had all the time in the world and wanted to make sure you knew exactly how much this moment meant to him. 

It was the same thing as before – the same lips you had felt a hundred times before, passionate and gentle.

The warmth of his hand cupped your cheek, thumb grazing along the line of your jaw as he tilted your face slightly, angling the kiss deeper. You responded, leaning into him, letting yourself sink into the kiss, into him. It was slow, unhurried, but there was a steady pull between you, a quiet need that grew with every second your lips stayed locked together.

Your hands, almost of their own accord, slid up his chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle beneath his shirt. You curled your fingers into the fabric, tugging him closer, and he obliged, his body pressing into yours as he shifted. His lips parted slightly, and when your tongues brushed, the kiss grew hotter, more urgent. A soft sigh escaped you, and he swallowed it, his own breath hitching in response.

You felt him smile against your mouth for just a moment before the kiss became more heated. He shifted again, rolling on top of you, his weight settling over you in a way that made your heart race. The heat between you intensified, the kiss turning hungry, both of you chasing the feeling, lost in the closeness. His hands wandered, sliding down to your waist, fingers digging in slightly as if he needed to ground himself, to keep from getting completely lost in you.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, fist tangled in his damp hair, pulling him down even closer as you deepened the kiss, your lips moving together with a heat that sent electricity coursing through your veins. Every brush of his lips, every little movement, felt like it was setting something inside you alight. His mouth, his touch, the sound of his breath mixing with yours—it was all you could think about.

But then, just as the kiss reached a fever pitch, the door creaked open.

“When’s dinner gonna be rea— Oh, shit,” Denji’s voice pierced through the haze of your kiss, making your entire body jolt in surprise. He paused, voice lazy but amused. “Didn’t know you guys were getting freaky in here.”

Aki groaned, like shit like this was a frequent occurrence in this household, and threw the blanket over you to shield you from his roommate’s prying gaze. “What happened to knocking? ”

“Does Himeno know about you guys?” He asked. “It seemed like she did toda–”

“Denji,” Aki gritted out, rolling onto his butt and pointing at the door. “ Out. ”

“Fine,” Denji sighed, not moving from his spot, “If you’re gonna bang, do it quietly this time.”

“Do you want to starve?” He retorted.

“You’ll starve too, asshole,” Denji popped his hip out. “Some of us are injured. ”

Aki hissed, “You’re gonna have much worse than a busted leg if you don’t get out of my room.”

They’re like children, these two, you thought, but chose not to voice it.

“Alright, damn , sorry,” He conceded. “Can you make curry? Please?”

Aki’s gaze flickered from you to Denji, clearly weighing his options. The moment was already ruined, and you could see the gears turning in his head. He let out a low sigh, rubbing the back of his neck before meeting Denji’s gaze with a dry expression.

“Will you piss off if I do?” Aki asked, deadpan, his voice tinged with exasperation.

Denji shrugged, grinning lazily as he leaned against the doorframe. “I can try.”

Aki stared at Denji for a moment, as if he was weighing whether it was even worth the trouble. With a sigh, he pushed himself up from the bed, glancing at you briefly before heading for the door. As he slipped off the bed, he leaned down just enough for his voice to reach your ears, low and steady.

“ This isn’t over, ” he murmured, his eyes flicking to your lips for a beat before he turned and walked out, leaving you sitting there with your heart racing.

As soon as Aki was gone, Denji gave you his usual lazy grin, completely oblivious to the tension that still hung in the air. “Hi, by the way,” he quipped, wiggling his fingers in a half-hearted wave before stepping out and closing the door behind him.

You sighed, cheeks still warm, but a small smile crept onto your face. Typical Denji.

After taking a second to steady yourself, you got up and followed Aki down the hall. When you reached the kitchen, he was already there, pulling two cans of beer from the fridge. He cracked them open with practiced ease, the soft hiss of carbonation filling the quiet space.

Without a word, he handed you one, his earlier promise still lingering in the air between you, the cold bottle brushing your fingers. “Here,” he said, his voice a little softer now that it was just the two of you again.

“Thanks,” you murmured, taking a sip. The cold liquid slid down your throat, a welcome contrast to the heat still lingering in your body from earlier.

Aki leaned against the counter, his shoulders relaxing as he took a swig of his own beer. He didn’t say anything at first, just stood there beside you, the two of you wrapped in a comfortable silence. The tension from the bedroom had faded, replaced by the easy calm that always seemed to settle in when it was just the two of you, no interruptions.

After a moment, he glanced over at you, his lips twitching into a small smile. “I don’t know who he thinks he is,” he said, a little amused. “ Hi, by the way ,” Then, “Fuckin’ ankle biter.”

You raised an eyebrow, taking another sip. “What? You mad he interrupted us?”

“Maybe.” He deadpanned, his eyes softening as he looked at you. “Is curry fine with you?”

“Sounds perfect.” You smiled.

A/N: [pornhub lady voice] If you liked chapter 12... you'll LOVE chapter 13....... you know i hate to blue ball yall. thats why i wont!! stay tuned!!!! again, comment and talk to me, wya, i missed yall. how r u? howd u like the chapter??? what do u wanna see in the story?????? tell me everything omg. also HAPPY HALLOWEEN BITCHZZZZZZ !!! i'm gonna get wasted as little bo peep. wish me luck -- if my man lays it down who knows i might be inspired to write a smutty chapter about it. (stay tuned) seriously though take care yall!! i'm so glad to be back!!! kisses and hugs xx

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Obsessive!Choso♡ pt6

pt 5 here content: stalking, (duh.) thoughts of violence, blackmail, mentions of grooming, overall Choso thinking he's a good guy, paranoia, starting to feel the anxiety of someone possibly stalking reader

(a.n) I wrote this listening to 'Black no 1 - Type O Negative'

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Obsessive!Choso who looked at you, had a smile on his face before interrupting your ‘friend’. “Of course I'd like to join you.” Looking over to this, Theo. Seeing his eyes full of disappointment, a sinister smile formed on Choso's lips. Knowing that this person will never even come close to making you feel the way he does. ‘It’s okay. You can try and find scraps of me in other men. I'm patient. I will wait for you to come back to me when these men can't hold a candle to the thought of me. I will wait.’ he thought, calling your name. Sitting across from you and your ‘friend’. This guy was staring at Choso as though he could read his thoughts. Smile on his face, knowing he'd never be able to. Awkward tension in the air, making you want to shrink into your seat. Seeing you about to speak up but he needed to know. Know what you see in this shallow man. “What did you say you did for a living?” Choso asked, the question was harmless. But his eyes gave away his true intentions. ‘I'll find you. I'll find out how to ruin you.’ Making the man squint, “I didn't, but I work in tech.” He started, droning on and on about his job. Looking over at you, your face bored as though you'd heard him say the same thing over and over again. ‘Idiot. I didn't even have to ask him another question- he's telling me everything I need.’

Holding back a smile. Nodding his head, mocking him while hearing your ‘friend’ yap on and on. “And you? How could you afford to come to such a college? Especially so far away from home.” Passive aggressive. Choso saw what he was trying to do. “Don't tell me-” Theo started, closing his eyes and pretending to think. “Trust fund?” He asked sarcastically, making you look over to him in shock. “God no-” Choso laughed, thinking of all the ways he could dispose of him. “Though I'm sure you'd know all about that.” He kept a playful tone, but his eyes gave him away. Hearing your friend laugh, “You kids these days. Always so quick to snap.” Theo smiled, ‘I'll show you what snapping is.’ crow's feet forming at the corners of his eyes. ‘See? He sees you as nothing but a child. Tell me you see it too.’ he thought, looking over at you to see what you'd say. 

Choso’s anger pooled in his gut when he saw the way Theo looked at you. Almost telling you to keep your mouth shut. Nodding your head in disapproval. True, you only invited Choso to see how he'd act. See if he would show you some kind of indication as to how he felt about you. But this- this was just awkward. Seeing you look down at the menu, your fingers on your forehead. Theo looking down at his phone, before leaning over to your ear and whispering something. ‘I'll kill him.’ he vowed, seeing your eyes widened at Theo’s whispers. Looking over at him, “Really?” You asked, seeing him stand up and kiss the top of your head. All while staring directly at Choso. “It's work-I'll call you later, babe.” before walking off, answering a call on his phone. ‘This is who you replaced me with?’ seeing you ease your shoulders the second he left. “Known him long?” He asked, breaking the silence. Making you smile at how he was starting to show you some kind of jealousy, “A while. I guess.” You smiled, taking a drink from your cup, raising your eyebrows at him. Seeing him nod, almost disapprovingly. “I must be missing something here- clearly.” He spoke, “I mean- he's well read, he's nice. What more could I ask for in a friend?” you exhaled, dropping your smile before looking down at the menu again. ‘Well read? Nice? He just left you for work, called you a child and looks old enough to be your father.’ scoffing as he replayed the words in his head. “Problem?” You asked, trying to get him to admit he was jealous. 

What Choso felt wasn't jealousy, he felt possessive. Like if he saw you once more with that man- he'd have to show you just how possessive he was. “You're naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.” He scoffed, seeing you furrow your eyebrows. This was fun- at first. But now he's calling you naive- almost telling you that you're an idiot. Seeing you exhale- 'You're getting angry.’ It wasn't the fact he was asking too many questions. It was the fact that he didn't just tell you what he was thinking. Dancing around what you wanted to hear. Smile on your lips, opening your mouth to say something- to ask him if he was being jealous. But thinking before you spoke. “I think I'm going back home. Theo was right- you must be tired.” You mumbled, standing up and seeing his face fall. It wasn't the fact that he didn't show you what you wanted to see, it felt belittling when he looked at you like that. Almost telling you ‘This isn't you.’ but not saying it, it almost felt like…slut shaming? Hearing him ask you to wait, but you walked away. ‘Our first fight.’ he thought, watching you walk out the doors of the restaurant. 

Obsessive!Choso who kept apologizing to you mentally, ‘I know I should apologize. Show up to your door with a thousand flowers and beg you on my hands and knees to forgive me. But I have work to do. I need to find out who this ‘Theo’ in tech is. I need to make sure he isn't a stalker or a serial killer.’ he'd thought, scrolling through your following list, trying to find anyone with the same name, but he came up empty handed. Searching up his name followed by tech companies. So very easy to find his full name and the name of the company he worked for. Opening Theo’s instagram, ‘Babe? Babe, you're dating a douchebag.’ he teased you in his own mind, scrolling through the many photos of him on yachts and of him doing whatever the fuck ‘Hot yoga’ was. Going to his tagged, so many pictures of him with other women. ‘Busy boy aren't you?’ His profile was littered with women in tiny bikinis. ‘Somehow you're always on vacation, year round huh?’ Finding the one picture he knew would lead him to what he was looking for. A family photo, his son and wife posing happily. ‘Of course he's married.’ he'd think, clicking on the account that was tagged on his wife. Endless pictures of her house, of her family, comparing the two instagram accounts. ‘I know you don’t know he's married. He spewed a bunch of bullshit to you. He manipulated you. Do you know about all these pictures?’ thinking while refreshing the page- seeing he had just posted something. ‘I mean come on. You're making this too easy.’ seeing photos with someone that very much wasn't you. ‘Either he told you he didn't have social media or you know. But you're not like that- I know you. You wouldn't date a married man.’

Obsessive!Choso who printed each photo he could find that was incriminating. ’It's clear here- he didn't miss you when you were gone. You mean nothing to him.’ You know it was serious when he printed the photos in color. Making two copies of each photo. Smile on his face while watching the ink dry. Typing out onto two forms, “Do you know what your husband is up to?” Slipping it into a yellow folder with the photos. And on the other, “Be careful who you let into your life.” addressing one to his wife and the other to you. Writing down the address that was almost too easy to find. And holding onto the other for the next time he'd go by your house. ‘I'm doing this for you. I know you don't see what I see. But that's why you need me. You need me to protect you from all the people in the world that will try to hurt you.’ 

Sending out the envelope to Theo’s wife. Going to your house while you were in the coffee shop on campus. Placing it on the doormat before walking back to where he last saw you. Walking directly to where you were sitting. It was the next day- he didn't text and neither did you. But Choso knew he had to be there for you- especially now with that little present he left on your doorstep. Seeing you move your eyes to look at him. Not even greeting him with a smile. “Could I sit?” He asked, the soft tone he took made you almost forget why you were upset. ‘Mhm.’ he heard from you, looking back down at your book. Glancing up when you saw him shifting in his seat. “I'm sorry.” He started, seeing you purse your lips and look at him. “For?” You asked, your tone stern, wanting to be sure that he knew what he did wrong. Choso felt goosebumps on his arms at hearing how upset you sounded, “For being mean. And for not being supportive.” He exhaled, you looked at him. He looked like a child that was being scolded, hands between his knees and looking away from your gaze. Smile forming on your face when you thought of what to say. “And why were you mean and unsupportive?” you asked, your tone cold as he looked up to see you. Opening his mouth to speak, thinking of what he could say to you. Choso felt his ears could burn off at any second. “I was-” he started, “I was worried.” he urged, seeing you tilt your head and squint your eyes. “About what? Don't think I can take care of myself?” You taunted, seeing him become more and more flustered every time you spoke. ‘I know you can't. I've seen how much you can't take care of yourself.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was stuttering and stumbling over his words. “That's not what I'm saying-” he started, seeing you squint at him. It was happening again. “I've seen you walk home alone and- and it worries me- people are crazy and I don't want you to get kidnapped- or worse-” He threw so many words at you, he didn't even know what he was saying. But seeing you crack a smile and close your eyes eased him. “I won’t get kidnapped. I'll try my best not to.” You smiled, letting go of the stern face when you saw how flushed he became. “And as for Theo- he was my ex-boyfriend's step dad.” You confessed, seeing Choso’s face drop. Looking away from you and trying to connect the dots. “From highschool- my ex wasn't the greatest kid and Theo really helped me out.” You smiled, ‘He groomed you. Didn't he?’ 

The agonizing feeling of wanting to throw up when he heard you tell the disgusting tale of the man he was. “I was 15 or 16 I think- when Theo helped me leave his son. His wife wasn't the greatest person either, always accusing me of- vile things.” You exhaled, telling this to Choso as though he was your prince charming. “But he got me my own place, got me a car. Helped me choose this college; helped me leave my family.” You continued, remembering the unpleasant memories from home. ‘He deserves worse than me ruining his life.’ he thought, seeing your face almost light up while telling him how Theo came to see you- to check up on you. ‘I will kill him for you. I will chop him into pieces and throw him into a construct-’ his violent thoughts were interrupted. “Oh my god- Choso your nose!” you exclaimed, reaching for paper towels from the small dispenser on the table. 

So much anger that his nose actually started bleeding. Wiping it with his fingers, feeling it drip into his mouth. Trailing the tips of his fingers down to his lips before pulling them away and seeing them covered in blood. Looking over at you with hazy eyes, pressing napkins onto his face, Hearing you ask him something, but deaf with rage. Looking up at you through his eyelashes, now standing in front of him, a napkin pressed firmly onto his pierced nose as your other hand held the back of his head still. “Are you okay?” you asked him, face full of worry. The feeling of your hands on his head made him forget that he was currently bleeding, thinking you were holding his face with deep devotion. Feeling him nod against your hands. Pulling your hands from him slowly, looking at his face to see if he was truly okay. 

Obsessive!Choso who spent the next two hours at the cafe with you, hearing you speak about the man who tried to take you away from him. Pocketing the anger he felt, knowing if he saw him once more- he would beat him bloody. Flashing images of him taking advantage of you, when you were just a child. Following you home, watching from a distance when you picked up the large folder labeled with your name. Opening it and reading the paper, eyes skimming the photos. He was far, but not far enough to see the shock and fear on your face when you looked around. Trying to see who left these here. Seeing you open the door to your house, picturing you walking up the steps and into your bedroom. Dialing the phone to call your self proclaimed prince charming, if only you knew the true one was outside watching you. Phone pressed to your ear as you paced the window. Silent tears falling from your eyes as you waited for him to answer. Seeing you opening your mouth, speaking to him. Reading your lips, asking him ‘what the fuck these photos were. And who sent them’ only to be yelled “Not now!” before hanging up. Knowing that Theo was the kind of idiot who’d choose someone else over you. But thankful for his idiocy. The feeling of losing one of the only ‘parental’ figures in your life was destroying. Choso stepped closer to your house, being able to hear your sobs. ‘It's okay.’ he comforted you. Your weeping made him want to cry with you. ‘This had to be done. I had to make you see that nobody will love you the way I do.’

Obsessive!Choso who didn't hear from you for the next two days, taking strolls to your house and seeing you were in your bedroom. He didn't know you hadn't left because of the fear that someone was actually stalking you. Almost like you felt his presence, going insane inside that house. All alone, still a week left before your roommates came home. You called him, tears in your eyes at the thoughts in your head. “Hey.” you whispered, voice cracked before you sniffled. This made his heart break, knowing you were wasting tears on that pig who hurt you. Closing his eyes in pain. “Hey- I haven't heard from you in a while.” He spoke, feigning being clueless before he heard you let out a quick ‘Ha-ha’. “Yeah- I'm sorry.” You apologized, feeling tears prick your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked, hearing you let out a choked sigh as you closed your eyes, smiling at the comfort his voice brought you. “No. Not at all. But I was wondering if you could come see me?” You asked, sniffling away your embarrassment. Feeling like Choso was the only one you could trust right now. “Of course- at the cafe?” He asked, seeing you step in front of your window, looking out and feeling like you were being watched. Closing the curtain before answering him, “No- No you can just come to my house.” You sat on your bed, closing your eyes and listening to him. “Yeah- yeah, wherever you want.” He replied, almost telling you he'd see you in a few minutes, but remembering you hadn't actually given him your address yet. “Send me the address, okay?” He asked you, making you smile as you huddled over your legs. Mumbling a small, ‘Mhm’ before he asked, “Do you need anything? Something to drink or a snack?” He asked, making you giggle. “No. No I just need-” You started, feeling your cheeks warm at what you were about to say, ‘Me. you just need me.’ he thought. “Please. Please just get here as soon as you can.” You spoke, not wanting it to sound so pathetic but it did.

It took all the strength he had to not run across the street to knock on your door. Instead, walking to the small grocery store that was close to your house. Picking up a few vegetables and some tilapia fish. Wanting to show you just how well he could take care of you if you let him. Almost running to your house 15 minutes after you sent him the address. Knocking on the door and hearing you open it immediately. No makeup, evident bags under your eyes and in your pajamas at 5:34 pm. And still, you looked otherworldly in his eyes. “Hey-” you murmured, voice pained as you fought off tears. Looking at him, no eyeshadow, and his hair down. “You, my dear-” he started, making you smile at his words. Seeing him take a step inside and kicking the door shut. Heavy boots clacking on the wood flooring. “Look like you need a hug. “ He said, holding the plastic bag in his hand. Nodding your head yes before seeing him place the bag on the table next to the door. Taking a step towards you and snaking your arms around him, closing your eyes as you pressed the side of your face to his chest. Exhaling as though he knew exactly what you needed. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders without any hesitation this time. Squeezing you tightly, resisting the urge to kiss the top of your head, feeling you smile against him. Pulling away from him and grinning. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, seeing you look down at your socks. “No- if that's okay.” You mumbled, “What did you bring?” you whispered, seeing him look over at the bag. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, kicking his shoes off at the door. 

Obsessive!Choso who convinced you to stay on the couch while he cooked for you, eyes following his every move. Sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back, cutting up carrots. Catching you staring multiple times, only smiling before continuing to mince the vegetables. “I didn't know you cooked.” You grinned, seeing him place the vegetables into the pan your roommates had told you multiple times not to use. “I never liked mentioning it- and unexpected, don't you think?” His tone was soft, not bothering to use the rugged act he used in public. Not now. “Definitely.” You replied, seeing the sun setting while Choso infused his love into what he was making. “You don't cook?” He asked, looking up from the stove, placing the knives and cutting board into the sink. “Growing up I was always told I had hands that were like a stomach- destroying everything they touch.” You laughed, seeing him not find it funny. “I mean- it's true. I can't cook for the life of me, and I never had the patience for baking.” Seeing him return you a smile, ‘This is what life would be like with me. You'd never have to cook, or clean. I'd do everything for you.’ he'd think, turning around and hiding his toothy smile from you. 

Obsessive!Choso who reached into your cupboards, pulling out two oval plates. Calling you over, telling you to close your eyes. Sitting at the small table in your kitchen, opening them and seeing the plate he served for you. Choso let out a small ‘Ta-da’ Opening your mouth with furrowed eyebrows. “I don't even want to eat it- it's a masterpiece.” You smiled, seeing him place the pan into the sink before sitting down next to you, waiting for you to take the first bite. “You have to, I need to know if you like it.” he smiled, his hands in between his knees. Watching you pick up the fork, picking up a piece of vegetables and a good chunk of the fish. “Careful, it's hot.” He mumbled, smile on your lips before blowing gently onto the food. Almost dying when he saw you place it into your mouth, biting down and closing your eyes. His face winced when you looked at him. “Is it not good?” he asked, seeing you furrow your eyebrows and finish chewing. Running your tongue across the front of your teeth. “I haven't eaten a home cooked meal this good in 3 years.” You smiled, looking at him light up at your words. “Is it-?” he asked, seeing you nod quickly before taking another bite, “Whatever major you're in- change it. Go to culinary school. Jesus.” You smiled, taking another bite. Making him smile and look down at his own plate. “Did your parents teach you?” you asked, taking a drink from the glass to your right. “I taught myself-” he exhaled, placing his cutlery down and looking at you. “My mother passed away when I was young, I was 10, I think” He exhaled, seeing you pinch your eyebrows. “And my father wasn't the kind of man to stick around- so I learned for my brothers.” He smiled, looking at your face of sorrow. Reaching for his wrist, “I'm so sorry Choso.” You whispered. Seeing him look down at his plate. “If I didn't learn how- they'd still be eating microwaved hotdogs and chocolate milk for all 3 meals.” he chuckled, lightening the mood, seeing you smile. “Who cooks for them now?” You asked, leaning onto your hand as he exhaled. “They're all grown up now- either they cook for themselves or they eat leftover pizza.” he smiled, the memories of when he first started cooking for them flashing in his mind. 

Looking down at your plate and then at his, noticing yours lacked mushrooms “Why doesn't mine have any mushrooms?” You asked, seeing his smile fall. A few seconds of silence in the air before he spoke. “I remembered you mentioned something about not liking them.” The smile that was previously on his face returned. “You remember everything, don't you?” You smiled, looking down at your plate to hide the warmth that was rising on your cheeks. “That reminds me-” He smiled, standing up and going to the coat hanger by your door. Reaching into the pocket and pulling out a small square of tissue paper. “I know Christmas has passed. But- I thought better late than never right?” He said, placing the square onto the table and seeing you return a blushing smile. “You didn't have to Choso-” Your eyebrows pinched. “I know- I know. But I wanted to.” He smiled, looking at your face. Mouthing, ‘Open it’ before you delicately opened the tissue paper. Slack jawed when you saw it. A small beaded bracelet, black and red beads with square letters. Your favorite band's name on it. Looking at him and feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Thank you.” you whispered, not remembering telling him about your favorite band, but chalking it up to you probably forgot, but he remembered. Slipping it onto your wrist, perfect fit. ‘I always want to know where you are. I want you to carry a piece of me with you everyday.’

“Is this a friendship bracelet?” You asked, seeing he had a similar one. “Only if you want it to be.” He smiled, seeing you look down at the colors. “Do you want it to be?” You smiled, looking into his eyes. Making his ears warm and a smile form on his lips, “I do.” seeing you look away from him, not wanting him to see you blush. ‘That won't be the first time I say those words. I'll make sure of that.’

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pt 7 here

😳 tis getting a lil much no? I appreciate all your comments! I see them all and giggle while kicking my feet. I wont be able to reply to them cuz when it gets to tagging people- it gets confusing!!! also pls make sure your mentions are on like this

or else I wont be able to tag u!!!!

[hellsgreatestbrainrot]

Mafia Boss!Reader x Vees

Is this indulgence? Yes. Do I still want you to hear me out? Yes, please and thank you.

I'm thinking about someone who's gonna stand up to them and be ballsy as hell about it. I'm thinking about Mafia Boss!Reader possibly being the 4th Vee. I want the Vees to go gaga over Reader. I want them drooling and shaking from how much they want Reader to be on their team.

The possibilities are ENDLESS for PLOT.

How they met you?

I'm thinking about Reader owning several bars where they exchange drugs and angelic weapons in private booths. Maybe the Vees smell out the competition and see you in all your intimidating glory. They watch you command people and direct them which way to go with just a flick of a hand. They're curious.

Maybe you own a fighting ring? Meet Vox for promotional purposes. Meet Velvette for outfits for ring girls. Meet Valentino perhaps because he wants to hire some of your fighters for his porn studio.

Maybe you're a drug dealer too that specializes in new drugs that don't do much damage to the body and maybe even enhanced them in some way? Imagine Valentino wanting to get his hands on that and trying to make deals with you because he wants you on his line.

Weaponsmith?? Weapon's dealer?? Making custom weapons?? Offer protective services and bodyguard duties?? JUST WEAPONS.

Why do they want you and how would they feel about you?

I'm very sure that Valentino would drool over you. God the power you have? The intimidation? SO VERY SEXY FOR HIM.

Trust that he's gonna be the mafia wife to your mafia boss. I'm sure he's gonna be head over heels over the idea of Mafia Boss!Reader being his guard dog of sorts.

Velvette? The OUTFIT INSPOS ARE ENDLESS. She's gonna make so much content and sell the idea that she's with someone so fucking strong so you don't get any fucking ideas with her and get cute.

Plus, she's definitely gonna pull the "DO YOU KNOW WHO FUCK WE ARE" and the "DO YOU HAVE ANY FUCKING CLUE WHO I AM CONNECTED WITH"

Vox? He's gonna fucking like the pull you have and the fact that you have a lot of men that he can use to dispose of trash.

His twink ass is shaking for you because you're THE BOSS (bend him over and spank him when he's being a brat). You're this big name with people on your beck and call.

THE POWER YOU HAVE IS SO FUCKING HOT TO HIM BULLY HIM WITH IT STEP ON HIM

Will I write more? Probably :))

[arkieve]

blood | @jegulus-microfic | wc: 991 (tw: blood... shocker!)

Regulus likes order. He likes things organized. He also likes cleanliness. In fact, he loves cleaning—a certified neat freak, if you will. 

There is a lot that could be said about Regulus Black, but the state of his home is never up for debate. 

But right now, Regulus is doing everything wrong. He knows it, but the rapid beating of his heart is making him dizzy – or maybe it’s the fumes from the cleaning products. He’s usually careful with that; knows which works best and what not to mix, but his mind is jumbled as he wipes at the floor. It’s not doing much, if anything, he’s just spreading the mess further, and his fingers are starting to dry and stick together.

He wrings out the rag over the stockpot he grabbed in his moment of dazed panic, and makes a point not to stare at its contents, and resumes wiping. It’s like the more he wipes, the worse it gets. His eyes drift to the source of the mess, stiff and still oozing, and sighs.

Wipewipewipe, dunk into the stockpot, wring out, and start again. He repeats the process enough to settle his mind, blocking out the outside noise and finding comfort in the repetitiveness. He’s so focused that he doesn’t hear the front door open or James calling out his name. He doesn’t hear James’ footsteps as he approaches, but he does hear the thud of grocery bags hitting the floor and the roll of an apple that comes to a stop in the pool he’s been trying, and failing, to diminish.

Regulus looks up at James, who stands frozen, pale-faced, as his brain tries to process what he’s walked into. Yes, Regulus is known for his orderliness and the spotless condition of his home, but even he thinks James’ reaction is a bit over the top. It’s just a mess, and as it has been well-established, Regulus is good at cleaning those.

An itching sense of irritation creeps up on Regulus, followed by a flicker of humiliation at being caught in this state. 

What was James even doing here?

Contents continue to slowly spill out of the grocery bags where they lay tipped over on the floor, and it hits him. 

Right, date night. 

“I’ll bring the groceries and make us pasta, and we’ll have a quiet night in. How does that sound?”

Regulus looks down at the mess—the stockpan he’d grabbed in a hurry, filled with water, and been wringing crimson into. Unhygienic, to say the least.

Regulus finally finds his voice. 

“James?”

James looks twice – first at Regulus, then at the body a few feet away from him.

It’s not every day you find a body with a steak knife sticking out of it in your boyfriend’s living room. But it’s no big deal, right? Just a mess, and Regulus is good at cleaning messes—though, he’s admittedly struggling with this one. 

He’s shaking, and his heart is pounding erratically, making him feel nauseous and light-headed. He can fix this. He can fix this. It’s just a mess. The sticky feeling in his hands, the crimson pool slowly permeating the hardwood, the body growing stiff and cold—it’s all just a mess. And messes can be fixed. They can. They have to be.

James moves wordlessly down the hall and out of Regulus’ sight, and it slowly dawns on him that he might not be able to fix that. Blood can be cleaned, and a body can be disposed of. But a shattered relationship is harder to glue back together. Impossibly so, if Regulus ends up behind bars.

He drops the blood-soaked rag and lets the panic fully set in. Looking at the body, he locks eyes with the distant, lifeless stare of his landlord. That man had been a constant nuisance, always refusing to leave Regulus alone. He’d used a spare key to let himself in, right before the argument that ended with a steak knife buried in his chest.

This time, he hears the footsteps, each one amplifying the rapid beating of his heart. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. 

James stops next to Regulus, and then Regulus hears the sound of jugs and other materials being placed on the floor. The crinkle of trash bags draws his attention, and he braves a look to find James has changed into tattered clothes—the ones Regulus had smuggled out of the bottom of James’ drawers and found comfort in wearing when he slept alone.

James crouches down beside Regulus and gently takes his face in his hands. What a sight he must be—blood splattered across his face, wild eyes and pupils dilated. James strokes Regulus’ cheek with his thumb and asks, “Who else knows about this?”

Regulus swallows. “No one. It just happened.”

James seems to think for a while, then nods. He points at the rag beside Regulus. “That’s not going to do much for the blood,” he says, giving him a playful look that suggests Regulus should know better.

He lets go of Regulus, snaps on a pair of yellow rubber gloves, and gets to work. Regulus struggles to process what’s happening and sits there, watching James cut up the trash bags and reach for the duct tape. 

“Not how I imagined the night going,” James says, biting off a piece of tape, “But if we finish this quickly, we can still do late dinner.”

Regulus sits speechless.

“Though,” James says, nodding at the apple sitting in the pool of blood, “I think apple tart is off the table.”

He smiles easily at Regulus, that familiar sparkle in his eyes. 

The dried blood is tightening the skin on Regulus’ face, and the sickly stickiness on his fingers hasn't eased. The air is thick with the metallic smell of copper. Regulus has made a certifiable mess, but what does that matter when James is dutifully helping him clean it up. 

“Late dinner sounds lovely.”

[alicerosejensen]

Together forever pt.3

Warning: Yandere!leon; kidnapping, forced cohabitation, stalkering, fem/reader, age difference, pet names.

A/N: I wrote this earlier, but I will repeat it again so that there are no complaints: I do not approve of this in real life. What is written here is simply fiction, if you have any psychological trauma associated with this or do not like such content then DO NOT READ!

Part 1

Part 2

He really didn’t want to resort to force, but you simply left him no choice...

Flashback to weeks earlier, when you weren't yet under his protection, Leon was analyzing everything about his sweet angel. Well, ultimately, carrying your once again unconscious body back to bed, of course, the last thing he wanted was for you to get injured, but you never know what stupid thoughts could come to your mind after waking up again, so putting you into bed, he pulled out the handcuffs and chained your hand to the headboard of the bed. Not very comfortable but you can sleep.

Don't get him wrong, he doesn't want to keep you on a leash like a dog at all, but Leon has noticed for a long time that you are in constant danger. Back in that dusty archive, when you reached for another folder, the laces on your worn sneakers were untied. Darling, you don't know how to tie your shoelaces at all! He immediately thought that you could have fallen and broken your neck or any other bone, you could even have died by your own negligence! It's good that Agent Kennedy was around, right?

Looking at how you sleep and your eyelids twitch in your sleep, Leon threw the blanket back over you. He knows that your sleep is restless, in fact, he almost knows about nightmares, but you didn't need to be afraid anymore. Nevertheless, Leon was well aware that a sudden change of situation and getting used to the new rules that he created to protect you would be stressful for some time. However, it was still better than wandering through dark unsafe alleys alone on the way home, drinking drinks in cheap bars with your friends who didn't even bother to call you a taxi. Leon doesn't know who to thank for the fact that you're still alive and haven't been raped by some asshole who would break your whole life. Despite the fact that the DSO pays its people well, this rather applies to agents and various informants who risk their lives, but small archivists like you do not interest them at all. Therefore, his angel could not afford a nice apartment in a decent neighborhood without bastards and drug dealers who would gladly get you hooked on some trash. The door of your apartment was indecently easy to open Leon would have done it without a lock pick without any problems, but he didn't want to scare you, however…

It is now his house completely at your disposal. The refrigerator is filled with high-quality products and not cheap instant noodles whose packages were lying in your trash. Money was really tight, wasn't it? A mug with a touch of tea or coffee that for some reason you didn't want to wash well, an unmade bed with your smell that he liked to inhale so much. The moment he plopped down on your bed, the desire to hold you in his arms just took root in him.

He wanted your scent to sink deep into him, to penetrate into every cell of his body. He just needed to possess you. That's why Leon couldn't wait, especially since you never let him become anything closer than just a colleague with whom you chatted during lunch. At some point, knowing where you live, he even came up with the idea that you were really offended, but there was nothing about it from your correspondence or medical records. Like you just liked being alone.

He was watching you to keep you safe. He walked you home ready to become a savior at any moment, it's not the first time he's saved a lady in trouble, despite the fact that you weren't actually that lady. Not according to Leon. Sometimes he came to your apartment and leafed through your books that he didn't like, but he didn't judge. He was taught to be quiet and inconspicuous, so it was extremely difficult to understand about someone else's presence. The only thing that really started to bother you is that things sometimes rearrange themselves and the old traces of coffee on your favorite mug magically disappeared. Robberies were not uncommon in this troubled area, but the only valuable things in your apartment were a laptop and a game console. Actually, it was important for Leon to know about all your preferences!

Now it was all in the past. You're safe here with him, away from all the shit that can hurt you. And in fact, you no longer need to worry about bills and how to live until the next paycheck. Leon doesn't consider himself a psycho when he lies down next to you, inhaling the scent of your body, pulling you to him, kissing your temple. After all, if you want, he will become the hero of those stupid books for you.

"I will definitely take care of you," he whispers, making you shudder in your sleep after hearing this insinuating voice that leaves no chance of salvation.

💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Your resistance is really annoying. You are still sitting handcuffed to the bed and there are already bloody marks on your wrist from the skin erased into blood after a steady twitching of your hand.

"I just need to dress you up," Leon says in a calm voice, while his patience still allows him to hold in his hands cute clothes for his angel.

Skirt, tights, and a warm sweater. Of course it's warm at home, but he wants to be sure that you have everything you need. That's just you kicking, yelling at him and crying incessantly ignoring the pain in your wrist.

"Baby, don't make me use force. Enough of this moaning!"

"Let me go!" you shout on the verge of pulling the hated handcuffs even without looking at him. Over the past two days, hysteria has been covering you with your head constantly not allowing you to think clearly.

Leon sighs. In any case, he doesn't want to stuff you with drugs anymore, and then what he was trained as an agent comes into play. He needs to break the will of the enemy or rather his beloved. He didn't want to take emergency measures, but you just forced him. He comes up to you squatting down and takes your face by the chin, forcing you to look into his cold eyes. The prepared clothes fly to a chair that is too far from the bed to reach it, but it doesn't matter anymore.

"To be honest, I didn't think that you would calmly react to the move," you were outraged when you heard his words

"Moving in with you?!" you cry out. Tears are spurting from eyes. "Since when is kidnapping suddenly called moving?! I'm not a stray animal for you to just pick me up and stab me in the neck with various rubbish!"

"I could have been slower, but you just left me no choice. Seriously, I could no longer watch you live in that anthill and spend 10 hours in a dusty room earning yourself asthma. Although considering your problems with shoelaces, I would bet that you would have killed yourself earlier by falling off a stepladder or would have been crushed by one of those huge boxes with folders."

“what?.." a guess flashes through your head.

Of course, he could probably somehow get a dossier on you and find out the address of your residence, but… rearranged things, a mug… Did he break into your apartment? You've heard that Leon was one of the best. Patrick even once mentioned that the president himself constantly praised Leon and his services to the country could not be called insignificant. There are many successfully completed missions behind him, but you have never really cared about it. At least until you yourself become one of these successful missions.

"Your poor stomach won't thank you for stuffing it with these disgusting noodles and chocolate. You need to eat right, honey," his words make you angry "You need a proper daily routine, good sleep, fresh air and balanced nutrition. I can provide you with all this, but you only need to be my good girl."

Leon's hands grab you by the face and his forehead presses against yours when he closes his eyes, stroking your cheeks wet with tears with his thumb, then briefly and gently kissing your lips, which is why you try to turn away from him.

"Heal your head!" another shout and insult. "As an agent, you're probably supposed to have some fancy psychiatrist or psychologist!"

"It's true," he easily agrees, biting his lip and getting back on his feet. It still didn't work out in a good way to solve the issue "One way or another, you will obey me. I just wanted us to come to this without unnecessary conflict and tantrums, but if you like it more, then fine. Sit alone for a couple of days without food and water. And I'll come back later and you'll tell me about your decision."

"Wait!" You called out to him almost at the door when he had already turned the handle. Leon turned in anticipation of your words and probably there was still a glimmer of hope in him that you would accept his love right now without radical decisions. "You can't keep me here! My family and at work will be looking for me. No one will believe that I just disappeared!"

Leon only grinned briefly.

"Oh, sweetheart. People disappear every day and believe me, many don't care about them, and as for your family, they could take better care of you, but if they didn't, then this care falls on my shoulders"

The hope that it was just a way of intimidation for further submission glowed deep in your chest. No matter how much the soul did not want it, the brain still suggested that Leon was never the one for whom he could be mistaken. The sound of his footsteps quickly subsided and occasionally you could catch some rustling and knocking on the ground floor. Didn't want to know what Kennedy was doing there, but fear kept throwing up ideas about some sadistic torture room and the fact that he wanted you to forcibly become his girlfriend made you suspect of possible sexual abuse after which it would be impossible to become the same.

And yet the wounded deer jumps higher, fights more desperately. You tried to somehow take off your handcuffs, and to be honest with yourself, your hand was really hurting mercilessly that you wanted to howl. It will be quite difficult without an analgesic. The search for some kind of paper clip, an accidentally lying nail under the bed or something with which you could unlock the lock was not successful. However, you didn't have the hacking skill either, and the handcuffs definitely weren't from some sex shop. Steel bites into the skin until it bleeds, and it would be worth listening to Leon though in this: no need to make sudden movements. Moreover, there are already enough bloodstains on the bed linen, but you were so absorbed in despair that the brain simply ignored part of the pain, but very soon it will be very hard.

Add to that the fact that Leon decided to starve you.

At first, everything was even tolerable. The stomach began to cramp from hunger only in the evening add to this the fact that you are being kept locked up handcuffed to the bed makes your body exhausted. You cried for several hours, but Leon's mercy did not descend to you. It really wasn't a prank and he kidnapped you for his own purposes, which you didn't want to know anything about.

"Leon?.." is quieter than you wanted, you called him again.

It all seemed like a nightmare. Time dragged on so slowly that it was unbearable and scary from the unknown. You were hoping that Leon had made a mistake somewhere and the police would find you very soon, the main thing at this moment is to stay alive and not dead because you definitely won't be able to win by force against a government agent who has undergone professional training and completed many successful missions. When your nerves calmed down a little, you started thinking about how to deceive him. It may not be possible to escape, but send an SMS or make a call to the rescue service. You've heard these stories when a girl called under some pretext and was rescued, but will Leon trust you with the phone?

Later you heard footsteps. Probably Leon was listening to the sounds that you could make, but you were silent, looking at the door with the eyes of a frightened doe. However, nothing happened.

He's probably gone.

The throat was dry. You tightly squeezed your eyes shut trying to calm your breathing and come up with a plan of action. If hunger helped at first, then as time went on, the thought of food and water constantly stirred your thoughts.

there was one maddening silence around. Your wrist began to itch and throb painfully, the blood clotted, but at the slightest movement it began to bleed. It got dark outside again and it started to get cold. You carefully crawled under the blanket, covering your frozen feet with it, trying not to think about the desired water, especially since you had of blood loss. How long can you live without water? 3 days? 4 maybe 5 days?

"Please?" you whispered softly, starting to cry again and giving in to panic. "Leon?"

You needed painkillers. It was a bad idea to actively pull with your hand, but people often do what is not necessary when they panic and you had enough reasons to worry, but in the end there was no point in protesting. Not when you are on someone else's territory under the power of a physically strong person. And yet, most of you wanted to scream and scream, beat him and fight, and not invent plans to escape and naively rely on his mercy, which probably does not exist.

"Leon!" you called again louder in a plaintive voice, licking your dry lips. "Please… at least give me some water."

Drugs and stress perfectly lead to dehydration. Especially the first one considering that you were sick earlier. But Leon was still deaf to the pleas, it was generally quiet downstairs. Maybe he was already asleep?

By nightfall, the condition only worsened. You wrist was swollen and even the slightest movement caused hellish pain, throat was dry and your stomach hurt wildly that it began to seem that he began to digest himself. Maybe agents can safely endure such trials with dignity, but again, you have never been interested in this. You didn't even have the strength to cry.

Actually, it didn't take him two days because his heart was just bursting with pity for you.

Leon looked at you with such a puppy-dog look when you were sitting on the bed with your head bowed and trembling. Well, one day would be enough for his princess, and he sincerely hoped that this punishment would be more than enough.

Click.

You shuddered from another flash of pain and when you opened your eyes, you shuddered with fright when you came face to face with him again.

However, the handcuffs were removed.

"poor girl, I really didn't want anything," he threw the handcuffs on the bedside table, "But sometimes we have to do things that we don't like, right? if you hadn't screamed, things wouldn't be so bad right now and your arm wouldn't be swollen."

He stretched out his arms to lift you up, but noticed another resistance when your tired body moved away from him, which made Leon look at you with a threatening look again.

"Do you want to sit like this for another day?"

You nodded your head negatively and out of fear allowed him to lift you up to lower you to the first floor.

"Give me some water, please…" by God, this was the only thought in head

"Be patient angel" Leon's lips touched your temple when he put you on the sofa.

The glass of water handed to you turned out to be so desirable that it seemed you were a traveler lost in the desert who found an oasis. And yet Leon didn't limit you to one glass, allowing you to drink as much as you need, BUT in small sips. Given the thirst, you ignored his words and eventually choked, starting to cough while covering your face with your hand. Of course he didn't like it.

"Sure it's my fault, but you have to listen to me!" An irritated male voice made you shrink and look at him with those cute eyes that Leon loves and hates so much because you are afraid of him.

He put the first aid kit next to the table and took your wrist carefully, first examining the deep abrasion. You screamed loudly when Leon treated her with a disinfectant solution and then wrapped her in a bandage. having previously smeared some ointment, but it did not hurt less from this. And then he kissed you on the forehead like a brave child for whom it was a feat to endure such a thing.

"What do you want from me anyway?" you asked, afraid of the answer anyway, because your presence here did not bode well. "I didn't do anything wrong to you"

"I didn't say you did anything to me. I just want to take care and keep the one I love safe. In this case, it's you."

"Me?"

"Exactly," he smiled, sitting closer, "I wanted everything to be like everyone else, but you didn't give me a chance. Good for Patrick, too. And yet, to see how you walk everywhere where there is a potential danger… I just couldn't, Princess. I just couldn't take it anymore. But now I promise that I will take care of you and I know you better than you know yourself! Just leave all the tantrums of the fight. No more bumps or bites. I'm serious!"

Yes, there was a good mark of your teeth on his hand.

Although you didn't smile and were actually horrified by the human diversity, one thing was clear for sure even through fear - he wasn't going to kill you or…rape. The latter is not accurate, but the soul hoped for it.

"Just let's do it in order." You reluctantly nodded knowing that you have no choice "First we will put you in order, I will make you a bath and you wash, then you will eat and we will have a good rest and in the morning I will tell you about the rules with a fresh head. I will give you everything you want: books, clothes, cosmetics, whatever you want, but in return, no resistance, okay?!" Leon's hand stroked your tangled hair and at the same time pulled you closer to him against your will, but even despite a little resistance, he pressed you to his chest. "I won't be in a hurry. We will go slowly, there is no need to be afraid for me, the main thing is your safety, and there will be time for the rest"

And hear the joyful beating of his heart, you hoped only that you would have enough time to find help or escape, but for now… you may have to be not an obedient but a cunning girl, otherwise the consequences can be fatal.

For now, you need to wait for the moment and find its weaknesses.

[tomscumdoll]

Body Suit

CHARACTERS: 2008 Tom & f!reader

CONTENT: FLUFF + SMUT

WARNINGS: p in v (doggy styleee), reader feeling self conscious of their body, hair pulling, rough sex

A/N: I had 3 bowls of nachos at lunch today. Send help.

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You and Tom went shopping for new clothes and also just for fun. You went into one store that had a body suit you really wanted.

You looked through the sizes and they didn't have your size. So eventually, you went with the small. You grabbed it off the hook and went to a dressing room to try it on. Tom sat outside, waiting for you to come out. You struggled to get it on.

"You okay in there, darling?" Tom said, his voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, I'm fine. This thing is just so hard to put on." You said, zipping up the body suit.

"Come on out, let me see you." He said.

You came out and his jaw DROPPED. The body suit accentuated your curves, it made your breasts look bigger, and your butt look bigger (bbl drizzyy). Tom's eyes raked over your body.

"Holy Jesus.." He said, his eyes raking your body.

You felt self-conscious in the suit, you looked in the mirror of the dressing room and frowned. He noticed this and his brows furrowed with concern.

"What's wrong?" He said, standing up and walking behind you.

"I don't like it. I don't like how it makes me look." You said, tugging at the fabric of the body suit.

"Why not? You look absolutely amazing." He said, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing his chin on your shoulder.

"I know, but -"

"No."

"What?"

"No, I'm not gonna sit here and let you talk terrible about yourself. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. You're smart, kind, and did I mention beautiful. Look at me, you are wonderful. Don't let anything or anyone bring you down. You are the best girlfriend any man can ask for." He said that with the most sincerity. He looked you dead in the eye and said every word from the bottom of his heart.

"Now buy the damn body suit and let's get out of here. I'm starving."

"But, we had lunch 4 hours ago?"

"That's like 4 years in my book."

You chuckled, he was probably one of the most hungry men you've ever met.

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(We are not going to question how we got into this situation)

Your cries came out muffled due to your face being forced into the pillow.

"That's it, darling.. Fuck.." He groaned, pumping in and out of you. You whimpered tears falling down your cheeks.

He leaned down his hot breath brushing against your neck, his dreads cascading down his face. He pressed his lips against your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys behind.

"Mmph.." Your moan of protest came out muffled by the soft silk of the pillow. His thrusts were rough and hard. He pulled on your hair since it was in a pony tail. Your ass pushed into his front, begging for more.

"Yeah? You want more, darling? I'll give you more." As he said this, his thrusts picked up speed.

"God fucking dammit.. I've been waiting for this all day.. That damn body suit of yours.. Teasing the fuck outta me.." He said through gritted teeth.

The sound of your breathless moans and his heavy breaths filled the air. His thrust slowed as he came close to ejaculation. He felt you grip him as you shudder, signaling your orgasm.

He felt you tighten around him and he ejaculated. He pulled out of you slowly, making sure not to hurt you. He took the latex off and disposed of it in the trash can. He grabbed your hand and lifted you, taking you to the shower.

He turned on the shower and gently placed you inside. After a bit, the shower warmed up to your liking and he wrapped his arms around you, you laid your head on his chest closing your eyes whilst he placed his cheek on your head.

"You're perfect just the way you are," The words startled you since they came out of nowhere but you let him talk.

"You are amazing, brilliant, caring, defiant, extraordinary, fantastic, gorgeous. You're perfect in every single way. Don't let one piece of clothing, one that looks good on you by the way, bring you down. You-" He pulls away and looks at you. "You are so.. I don't know how to describe it. I literally ran out of words to describe how perfect of a person you are. Please, don't change your self for validation. You'll always have my validation, remember that."

He looked you dead in the eye for a good moment, the bathroom silent except the faint sound of the shower running. Tears started forming in your eyes before you hugged him tightly. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into his chest. You stayed like that for the rest of the shower, until he placed you down and turned off the shower.

You guys got out and got dressed for bed. You did your skin care and hair while he sat on the bed watching you from a far, admiring you. Once you got finished, you laid down with him on the bed. As soon as you were about to fall asleep, you hear him whisper to you one thing.

"I love you."

[kikyoupdates]

Leave Your Mark ⭑˚🧪⭑ 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑏𝑦𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑛𝑜𝑤

bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, isekai, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

You didn’t accomplish anything in your previous life. Looking back on it, you feel nothing but regret, and you yearn for the chance to do things differently. As it turns out, your wish is answered, and you are reborn into your favorite fictional world. This time, you resolve to make a change, and you have the means to do it. You won’t be content with just sitting on the sidelines and letting life pass you by. You will live boldly and vibrantly, as if every moment is your last. No matter what it takes, you are going to leave your mark.

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“This scumbag tried to kill [Name]. He attacked her once before, many years ago. It sounded like he used to be a part of the Shie Hassaikai. Do you recognize him, Pops?”

Pops stares down at the former gangster. His lips have been taped shut, and his legs are mangled and broken from when Chisaki used his Quirk on him. He’s incapable of running away, so all he can do is whimper and beg for mercy, even though no one can understand what he’s trying to say.

“Yes, I recognize him,” Pops replies, voice frigid and stern. “There was a reason I deemed him unworthy of holding the Shie Hassaikai name. But never in a million years did I imagine he would try to murder a child. Absolutely sickening.”

You don’t say anything. Chisaki holds you close, even though the man is no longer capable of posing any danger to you. It’s true that he deserves nothing but the worst. He tried to kill you, brought back horrible, traumatic memories that you’ve been doing your utmost to forget. He should suffer, and yet, when you remember the way Chisaki tortured him purely for the sake of it...

It all just feels terribly wrong.

“We should dispose of him,” Chisaki says. “I can have his vocal cords rearranged too. He’ll never be able to breathe a word of this to anyone else. We should throw him somewhere where he’ll know nothing but pain for the rest of his days.”

Pops narrows his eyes, but even though he is a respectable man who follows a code of honor, at the end of the day, he is still a yakuza.

This criminal just tried to kill his precious little girl. Needless to say, the punishment won’t be light.

“I’ll take care of it,” Pops nods. “Rest assured, he won’t get off easy. In fact, death would have been a more merciful fate.”

Once again, the man starts whining hopelessly, voice muffled behind the tape covering his mouth. You clench your jaw and peer at him from the corner of your eye. You remember how quick he was to smash your head against the concrete, knowing not guilt or shame as he watched you bleed to death.

He isn’t a good person. He deserves this. Perhaps Chisaki was completely justified in what he did.

And yet... why do you feel so fucking scared?

“Kurono, get that piece of trash out of my sight,” Pops instructs. “I’ll make arrangements to deal with him in just a moment. But first,” he says, softening his tone a bit, “I want to make sure [Name] is alright.”

Kurono nods and drags the crippled man out of the room, despite the latter’s attempts to scream and fight back. The sound of his muffled cries ebb into the background, until finally, you stop hearing them altogether.

Pops crouches down and grabs you by the shoulders. “My sweet girl,” he breathes. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry something like this happened to you.”

He pulls you into a hug, squeezing your tiny body as if he fears he’ll never get to do this again. You can feel him trembling, even though he’s doing his best not to let it show. He is a powerful man with ample authority, but he loves you, and he must’ve been scared out of his mind.

You feel safe in Pops’ arms. Even though he is a yakuza, he knows how to stay calm and control his anger. His first instinct is never to respond with violence or threaten others into submission. Even after such a serious incident as this one, he didn’t give in to his rage. He didn’t let it destroy his humanity.

In that sense, he and Chisaki are completely different.

You know what kind of person Chisaki is. All this time, you hoped you could change things. You did everything in your power to show him how beautiful the world is, to reassure him that there was no such thing as a sickness that plagues nearly the entire population. You showered him with love and affection in the hopes that it would lead him down the right path, away from a life of violence, murder, and manipulation.

But this incident told you everything you need to know. Chisaki loves you, however, his love is obsessive and taken to the extreme. You saw glimpses of it many times before, but you chose to believe that you were reading into things too much. You told yourself that you were just being sensitive, that everything would turn out fine in the end.

Chisaki loves you so much that he will kill for you, and he’ll do it without so much as a second thought.

Perhaps most people would be comforted by this fact. Perhaps it would make them feel safe, and there’s also that saying that if you truly care for someone, you will kill for them. Like how a mother would risk everything to protect her child.

But you know how this story goes, and you know how Chisaki treats the people he loves—including Pops.

If you continue staying here, if he becomes so paranoid of the outside world harming you and putting you at risk, then you could just as easily find yourself in a coma as well.

And that thought fucking terrifies you.

Chisaki isn’t evil. He believes that everything he does, he does it for your sake. He isn’t evil, but he is delusional. Which, if left unchecked, can be just as dangerous.

“It’s going to be alright,” Pops reassures. He strokes your hair over and over again, and you stand there, unblinking, as still as a porcelain doll. “I can’t even imagine how scared you must have been. Whatever you need, tell me, okay? I’ll do everything in my power to fix this. To make you feel safe again.”

You try, but fail, to force a smile to your lips.

The fact of the matter is that there’s nothing he can do at this point. It’s already too late. Every time your eyes meet Chisaki’s... it makes you feel unwell, down to the deepest depths of your being.

In this moment, you’ve already made up your mind.

You need to get the hell out of here.

“I’ll put [Name] to bed,” Chisaki says. “She’s in shock, and some rest will do her a lot of good.”

He picks you up before you can even protest, although you probably wouldn’t have had the strength to anyways. Pops smiles warmly, as warmly as he can, considering the circumstances, and you are promptly led out of the room, down the halls, until you find yourself being lowered into bed.

Chisaki sits down on the edge of the bed, and you swallow, feeling goosebumps rise to your skin. It’s incredible how not long ago, you felt completely fine around him, but one incident is all it takes to see someone in a completely different light.

“I understand that was a lot,” Chisaki mumbles. He squeezes your little hand in his, tracing his thumb over your knuckles. “But now that this has happened, I know better. I’ll never let you out of my sight again. I’ll be with you every second of the day, from the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep. If I do that, then there’s no way you’ll ever get hurt again. I’m strong, [Name]. There are disgusting, evil people in this world, but the reason I’ve been afflicted with this Quirk is so that I can protect my family. No one will ever take you from me. Alright? No one.”

He wraps his arms around you, and just like Pops, he trembles as he holds you close. To some extent, you sympathize with him. You’re not the only one who went through something horrible tonight. He had to see his beloved little sister lying lifeless on the dirty pavement. Something like that couldn’t possibly have been good for his heart.

But even though you care for him, even though you want to believe that staying with him is the right choice, his next words confirm your greatest fears.

“I think... you should always stay inside,” Chisaki says. His golden eyes are completely still, and he doesn’t even blink as he speaks. “The outside world is too dangerous. You shouldn’t leave. You should stay right here, where you have everything you’ll ever need. Actually, maybe even the main residence is too risky. It’s too easy for people to barge in. You know the underground area? It’s not currently in use, but it was built long ago, by Pops’ predecessors. Yeah. If it’s there, I can keep you out of the public eye, and no one will ever be able to find you. You’ll be safer than ever. Completely protected.”

You can feel yourself on the verge of puking. What he’s just described is exactly the way Eri was treated in the canon series. Hidden and locked away, shut out from the rest of the world.

Chisaki loves you, no question about it.

But his love is poisonous, and you refuse to let him ruin the new life you’ve so generously been granted.

“I’ll work out the details later, but I think having you stay down there would help me feel more at ease,” Chisaki says. “Well, we’ll talk more about this tomorrow. Goodnight, [Name].”

He kisses you on the forehead again, and it takes all your willpower not to recoil and back up against the wall. The worst part is that he even smiles as he walks out of the room, unfazed by all the terrifying things he just said.

You pull the blanket up to your nose and whimper. It doesn’t take long for you to start sobbing.

Just as Chisaki promised, he’s there to greet you first thing in the morning.

“Rise and shine,” he says. His mask has been lowered, and he offers you a gentle smile, rubbing some of the morning crust out of your eyes.

The gesture is so sweet. So loving.

It’s a damn shame that he’s already terrified you beyond belief.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“I’m alright,” you respond. Obviously, it’s a lie, but you’re not foolish enough to tell him what’s really on your mind.

Chisaki adjusts his mask back in place, then pats your head. “I’m glad you’re in better spirits today. There’s no need to be afraid anymore. I made a mistake, and I’ll never be able to apologize enough for it, but I promise something like that won't ever happen again. From now on, you’re going to be safe and sound.”

He means well. You know he does. But regardless of what his intentions are, you no longer feel comfortable by his side.

“Let’s go eat,” Chisaki gestures.

The morning proceeds pretty much exactly as you expected, with Chisaki refusing to let you out of his sight. He stares at you as if he’s on a mission, like you’re some priceless treasure that can’t be left unattended for even a single moment. Before, you might’ve been flattered, but the reality now is that all of his attention makes you sick. You finally see his fixation on you for what it is—something twisted and unnatural.

If you don’t deal with this as soon as possible, you’re either going to end up locked up like Eri, or comatose, like Pops.

“Where are you going?” Chisaki asks. He jerks you back by the arm the second you step away from him. Even though he claims he’s trying to protect you, his grip is ironclad, and it fucking hurts.

“I want to go see Pops,” you reply.

“Okay. I’ll come with you.”

“Kai, it’s no big deal,” you insist. “Pops will be there to look after me. I know you’re just trying to keep me safe, but you’re probably pretty busy. I’ll be back in a few minutes. It won’t take long.”

He hesitates for a few moments, but eventually, concedes that you’ll be perfectly safe so long as you’re with Pops.

“Meet me in my room once you’re done,” he says, or rather, demands. “If you take too long, I’ll come looking for you.”

“Okay. See you later, Kai.”

He walks off, and you’re finally able to take a real breath of air. You know there’s no time to waste, though. You need to get this done as quickly as possible.

At first, you considered running away. But you realized quickly enough that Chisaki would catch you in no time flat, and the second you got caught, the last bit of freedom you had left would surely disappear. There are too many people lurking about the Shie Hassaikai residence for you to make it far. The fact that you were able to sneak away last night was simply a fluke, and you doubt it’ll ever happen again.

You need to leave this life behind, but in order to do that, you’re going to have to come clean.

“Pops,” you say, swallowing nervously.

He lifts his head up and smiles. “Oh, [Name]. Good morning. Are you feeling better today? I was planning on going to see you, but I got tied up in some paperwork. Thank you for going out of your way to stop by. Is there anything you need?”

“Yes,” you respond, and you pause, taking another deep breath. “Actually... there was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Go right ahead. I’m all ears.”

He leans forward and folds his hands together, waiting patiently. To be honest, your head is spinning right now, and it feels like you might faint. You’re incredibly nervous. Is this really the right call? What if it backfires worse than you could have possibly imagined?

But when you stop to consider the alternative, and what might happen if you continue to stay here, you finally work up the nerve to say what’s on your mind.

“I can’t be here anymore,” you blurt. “I just... I just can’t.”

Within less than two seconds, Pops stops smiling.

“I don’t understand,” he frowns. “What do you mean? Is this about what happened last night? Because I understand it was terrible, and no child should ever have to go through such a thing, but that’s exactly why we’re here. To look after you and protect you from people like that. We’re going to do everything it takes to keep you out of harm. Chisaki’s Quirk is incredible, and you’ll be safer by his side than anywhere else.”

Wrong.

It’s true that Chisaki’s Quirk is powerful, overwhelmingly so, but that’s exactly what makes him so dangerous. A power like that, in the hands of a person so delusional and unstable... it’s pretty much a recipe for disaster. And now that you know you haven’t succeeded in changing him, the fear is too staggering to ignore.

“I always thought everything would be fine,” you mumble. “I don’t know all the details, but I understand that the life of a yakuza is dangerous. Still, I thought that it wouldn’t affect me, because you were so good at handling everything. But that man last night tried to kill me for no reason, just because I’m part of this group. It was so scary. I know you’re all strong, and you’ll do your best to protect me, but I... I just don’t feel safe anymore. I’m sorry, Pops. I don’t think I can keep staying here.”

You aren’t lying. Although you’ve omitted some details, like how Chisaki is one of the reasons you’re scared, and that you want to become a hero, the fact of the matter is that this place is simply too dangerous for a child, and you’re not yet strong enough to protect yourself.

Pops doesn’t say anything for a while. His brows are impossibly furrowed, and he keeps twiddling his thumbs, in a hopeless attempt to calm down.

“But... we love you,” he finally mumbles. “We’re your family, [Name]. Even if things get difficult, we stick together. That's what family does.”

Fuck. This is even harder than you thought it would be.

“I-I love you too,” you reply shakily. Tears are starting to blur your vision, and you quickly wipe them away, trying to stay strong. “I’ll always love you and Kai... b-but I just can’t do this anymore. I can’t forget what happened last night. The only reason that man attacked me is because he knew I was part of the Shie Hassaikai. It might happen again. And even if Kai is able to save me in the end... I never, ever want to feel that kind of pain again. It was just too much for me to handle. I'm sorry. I hope you understand.”

Pops is different than Chisaki, which is the whole reason Chisaki put him in a coma. They had different worldviews, different morals. They couldn’t agree on certain things, and ultimately, Pops paid the price. When faced with the horrifying truth of Chisaki’s goals, Pops’ kindness and conviction ended up being his downfall.

But right now, you are staking your life on that kindness. You are choosing to believe that he will understand what’s best for you, even if it pains him to do so.

And as it turns out, you’ve made the right call.

Pops lets out a deep, begrudging sigh. “No. I should be the one to apologize. I’m such a fool. This is the reason my daughter and I never saw eye-to-eye. She didn’t agree with the lifestyle I’d chosen for myself. What was I thinking? This isn’t the right environment for a child, let alone a little girl. Chisaki is different. He’s always been ambitious, stoic, and cutthroat. The life of a yakuza seemed to suit someone like him. But the two of you aren’t the same. You’re gentle and lively. You find beauty in everything. You have no place in the criminal underworld, and although I tried so hard to keep it from you, it all caught up eventually.”

“It isn’t your fault,” you protest. “I don’t blame either of you. But I just don’t think I can handle all of this dangerous stuff. I don’t have the stomach for it.”

“Well, that goes without saying. You’re just a child. A child with a big heart, who belongs under the sun, not surrounded by darkness.”

He stands up from his desk and walks over to you, stopping close enough to reach out a slow, hesitant hand. It’s almost as though he’s waiting for you to flinch away from him, to reject him outright. But this isn’t rejection. This is still love.

For the time being, you know it’s the right choice, and Pops seems to realize it too.

“I’m sorry for trying to dissuade you,” he mumbles, brushing his thumb against your cheek. “I love you, and I’ve been so happy having you here, but I was acting selfish and putting my needs above your own. What happened to you last night was inexcusable, and if you’d grown up elsewhere, with a normal family, you probably wouldn’t have had to experience that sort of pain. Ultimately, I have my own negligence to blame. I took our happiness for granted, and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make it up to you.”

“It’s not your fault,” you say again. “Every family is different. I just think that for now, someplace else would be better. Just until I get older, and stronger. And then... I’ll come back. I promise I will. You and Kai will always be my family.”

Pops smiles. There’s a tinge of sadness to it, but you can tell that he believes in your words. No matter what, the three of you will always be family.

“Come here,” he sighs, pulling you into a hug. You ease into his touch, nuzzling your face against the front of his kimono. Pops is a good man. You’re going to miss him a lot. But if you really want to protect everyone’s futures—his, Chisaki’s, and Eri’s—then it’s imperative that you have the freedom to act.

This is only temporary. Eri hasn’t even been born yet. You're going to make good use of this time, hone your strength, and when you’re ready, you’ll figure out a way to set things straight.

But right now, you desperately need to prioritize your own safety.

So, you will leave. And in doing so, you will undoubtedly break Chisaki’s heart.

The very next morning, you stand in front of the Shie Hassaikai’s front door, ready to set off. You’ve packed up a few things to take along with you, but there’s not much you really need, and you doubt you’ll have much room to yourself anyways.

Once again, you are going to an orphanage, except this time, it’s by choice.

You thought long and hard about this. Initially, you considered going to live with Eri’s mother. You reasoned that you would be able to watch over Eri more closely that way, and make sure that she was well taken care of. But even though Eri’s mother lives apart from Pops, she is still connected to the yakuza. Not to mention, Chisaki knows where to find her. No, right now, you need to be as far removed from him as possible. If you went to live with Eri’s mom, there’s also the possibility that he might show up one day and take you back by force, hurting whoever stands in his path. It’s highly likely that by living with Eri’s family, you could end up causing more harm than good, and that’s a risk you’re not willing to take.

You need distance, and it also needs to be someplace where Chisaki can’t just show up and wreak havoc. Hence, an orphanage. Somewhere far, far away, and not the kind of place where strangers can come and go unnoticed. Chisaki may be violent and remorseless, but he’s not stupid, so surely, he wouldn’t just waltz into an orphanage and kidnap you in plain sight.

...god, you hope he’s not that crazy.

You also never stopped to consider this before, but becoming a hero while having a yakuza background will undeniably be difficult. Even though Pops and Chisaki raised you, and you love them dearly, it’s probably smart to nip this in the bud as quickly as possible. You need a fresh start, and for more reasons than one.

Anyways, it’s finally happening. For more than eight years, this has been your home, and today, you’re officially leaving it all behind.

You fiddle with the straps of your bag, swallowing the lump that’s formed in your throat. Even though you’ve chosen this for yourself, there’s still a lot on your mind. You don’t know what’s in store for you out there in the big, open world. The Shie Hassaikai may not have been the most conventional place to grow up in, but it’s virtually all you’ve ever known.

Still, there’s no point in overthinking. Leaving is the smart, pragmatic thing to do. You’ve already made up your mind.

“Are you sure you don’t want to say goodbye to Chisaki?” Pops frowns.

You furiously shake your head. “No. It’s better this way. I know he wouldn’t handle the news well, and even if it sounds cowardly, I don’t want to see how he’ll react. I’ll write you both letters from time to time, so that you know I’m doing well. I promise to stay in touch, one way or another.”

“Alright. He’ll be upset, but... you’re right that he probably wouldn’t take too kindly to the news.”

Pops opens the door, and you step outside, lifting your head up to the sky. It’s a beautiful, sunny day, and it makes you feel optimistic for what the future has in store.

You barely make it five steps out the door before you find yourself staring back into a pair of trembling golden eyes.

“[Name]?” Chisaki blinks. He’s just opened the gate and walked into the compound. Kurono trails closely behind him, wearing a somewhat guilty expression. “What’s going on?” Chisaki asks, pointing towards the bag you’re carrying. “Where are you going? Why do you have all that stuff?”

Your heart starts beating uncontrollably. Shit, shit, shit! Pops promised that Chisaki would be gone for a little while! Kurono was supposed to distract him with a quick errand!

“Kurono,” Pops glares, clearly upset. “I thought I told you to keep Chisaki company for a while.”

“I’m sorry, boss. I tried, but he kept insisting he needed to get home as soon as possible, to make sure that [Name] was safe. He wouldn’t listen to me, no matter what I said.”

Fucking Kurono. Time and time again, he proves himself to be the bane of your existence. He ratted you out to Chisaki the other night, and if that hadn’t happened, perhaps the illusion of having a safe, happy home wouldn’t have crumbled so quickly.

Chisaki glances from you, to Pops, then back to you again.

It only takes him a second to piece everything together.

“You tried to get me out of the house,” he mumbles in disbelief. “But why? Why did you get rid of me? What are you trying to keep hidden?”

“Chisaki,” Pops sighs. “Now, listen closely, and don’t get upset. [Name] is leaving. Please act your age and let her pass through.”

“Leaving?” Chisaki reiterates. “Leaving where? What are you talking about? Wherever she needs to get to, I can go with her. I’m the one who usually looks after her, so why didn’t you want me to know about this?”

“No. You’re not getting it. She’s leaving. She won’t be living here anymore.”

Chisaki stops moving, and instinctively, you take a step back, opting to cower behind Pops’ arm.

“She won’t be... living here?” Chisaki finally breathes out. “I don’t... understand. Where else would she live? If this is about what that rotten piece of trash did to her, I swear on my life it’ll never happen—”

“She needs to leave, Chisaki. Recent events have proven this isn’t a suitable place for a young girl, and [Name] is incredibly frightened. We need to respect her wishes and let her find a new home.”

You swallow again, and it’s impossible to keep your body from shaking like a leaf in the wind. This is exactly what you’d been hoping to avoid. How are you supposed to get out of this now? Chisaki doesn’t want you to leave. He won’t let you leave.

Your life might already be over.

“[Name] isn’t going anywhere,” Chisaki grits out. He stomps over to you, and you’re not sure what else to do besides cling to Pops’ sleeve while you bite back tears. He grabs your hand, and the gesture makes you flinch, which causes him to let out a startled gasp.

Pops narrows his eyes and pushes Chisaki back. “Stop it. This sort of behavior is disgraceful. You will respect your sister’s wishes. If you care for her and truly want her to be safe, then you’ll realize this needs to happen. The yakuza is far too dangerous for her. Let her go live the life she deserves.”

“But this isn’t what [Name] wants!” Chisaki insists. He looks down at you, eyes wide, manic, and desperate. “Right? This isn’t what you want, is it? Go on, tell him. Tell him he’s got it all wrong.”

Instead of responding, you squeeze your eyes shut, hold onto Pops more tightly, and pray for all of this to hurry up and be over.

Your reaction tells Chisaki everything he needs to know.

“But... why?” he gasps, and it sounds like he’s about to hyperventilate. He clenches his fists, hard enough that it looks like he might tear through the fabric of his gloves. “Why, why, why?! Explain to me how this makes any sense! I’m the one who knows how to protect her! How in the hell would she be safer anywhere else? This is fucking ridiculous, and over my dead body is she leaving!”

He grabs you again, more harshly, this time. You wail out, trying to break free, but he’s infinitely stronger than you are, and you can tell that it’s a hopeless endeavor.

But then, a loud, ear-grating smack rings out through the air.

Chisaki blinks repeatedly, and it takes him a few good seconds to realize that Pops has just slapped him across the face.

“Behave yourself, boy,” Pops glowers. “Can’t you see that you’re scaring her? You should be ashamed of yourself. We are family, and family always looks out for each other, no matter what. If this is what she’s choosing, then you need to suck it up and support her. You can’t always put your wishes above hers. Sometimes, loving someone means you need to make sacrifices.”

Chisaki is too stunned to reply, and behind him, Kurono lowers his head, no doubt wanting to escape this suffocating situation as soon as possible.

“I didn’t say anything wrong,” Chisaki mutters. He presses a hand against his stinging cheek, just to confirm that the pain is real, then he glares back at Pops. “Aren’t you the one who always says family sticks together? [Name] isn’t old enough to understand what’s good for her. She needs us. She won’t survive without us. And you’re just letting her go?”

“She isn’t suited for the lifestyle of a yakuza,” Pops says, holding true to his convictions. “We messed up once, and already, that was too much. It only takes one mistake to ruin a child’s life. If we had been more cautious, then this wouldn’t be happening, but it’s too late to change the past. [Name] doesn’t feel safe here, and I can’t blame her. Now, step aside. Don’t make me ask you again.”

In the canon timeline, Chisaki valued Pops’ words above all else. He respected his authority and practically worshipped the ground he walked on.

Up until Pops refused to support his plan, and then, Chisaki silenced him by force.

And with the way things are going right now, you fear that’s exactly where this is headed.

“[Name].” Chisaki’s voice wavers as he says your name, and it makes your heart clench uncomfortably. “Tell Pops that he’s wrong. You’re not actually trying to leave me, are you? Tell him he’s mistaken. None of this... none of this makes any sense. I’m your brother, and you’re my sister. We need to be together, always. Don’t we?”

Tears well up in the corners of his eyes. As far back as you can remember, Chisaki has only ever cried because of you. It makes you feel incredibly guilty, and it’s also proof of how much he cares about you.

You want to comfort him. You want to hug him and tell him you’ll never leave him, and in a perfect world, you would.

But this needs to happen. This needs to happen right now.

“I-I’m going, Kai.” You swallow hard, willing yourself not to back down. “I’m sorry. We’ll always be family. But I... I’m too scared to keep staying here. I need to leave.”

The last thread of Chisaki’s sanity snaps. Tears roll down his cheeks, and you see his fingers twitch, as if he’s getting ready to remove his gloves.

It might all be over. You tried so hard, and for so long... but in the end, it was all pointless.

Chisaki was your first real connection in this world, your starting point, the beginning of all your hopes and dreams.

Perhaps it’s rather fitting that he’ll be the one to crush all those hopes and dreams.

He's going to hurt me. He’s going to make it so that I can’t ever leave.

And yet, he doesn’t.

You were almost certain that he was about to lose control, to use his Quirk to turn you and Pops into helpless, obedient puppets. But whether it’s that his humanity is still loosely intact, or he simply can’t bring himself to harm you with his own hands, he stops himself from removing his gloves.

Then, he wipes his tears away, takes a moment to compose himself, and when he looks back at you, his expression has done a full one-eighty.

“Fine,” he seethes. “Leave, then. If you want to leave so badly, if you’re so desperate to cast aside your family and throw us into the dirt, then just leave. It turns out that this is all we meant to you, this whole time. I was a fool to ever give half a shit about you. You’re a filthy fucking traitor.”

He outright spits the last word, then shoves past you and storms inside the house. A shuddering gasp leaves your lips, and you sob silently, grateful just to still be in one piece.

Pops smiles sympathetically and strokes your hair. “It’s alright. He’s just incredibly upset. It’ll pass, and eventually, he’ll realize that letting you go was the right choice.”

You’re not so sure. In fact, you’re almost positive that he will carry this resentment with him for a very, very long time.

But you can’t exactly afford to be picky anymore. Chisaki spared you, and you’d be a fool to waste this opportunity.

“Time to go,” Pops says. You take a few breaths to steady yourself, nod once in response, then look back over your shoulder, taking the scene in one last time.

It’s the end of an era, the final chapter of your time with the Shie Hassaikai. But just as one chapter ends, another will surely follow. It feels bittersweet, and you wish you could have changed more, but it’s what you do from here on out that truly matters.

Goodbye for now.

There’s no need to despair. After all, your life is only just beginning.

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night skincare routine

content: fluff, husband!gojo, he's a thief little mf, minor kissing, umm so i had this thought where gojo's typa boy who eat straight lip moisturizer/flavored serum lmaoaoao

if there's one thing that couples do love the most, especially when you are married to a man like gojo satoru, is that a night skincare routine is a must.

you know, after a long day, you and satoru would be situated in your shared bedroom with lots of trusted brands in your hands. satoru especially loves it when you help him with his skincare.

just you spreading some night cream on his already smooth skin. oh he just loved the way how gentle your fingers were when you slightly massage his face. and his head resting on your lap while you apply some product on his face? hell, satoru could immediately fall asleep like a baby.

your fingers always work like magic, he is obsessed with that.

anyway, it was peaceful, you know, both of you are doing your night skincare routine when…

"satoru, we ran out of chapsticks." while scrambling through the neatly organized drawer, obviously done by you, you called out for your husband who's laying on your shared bed with his favorite facemask on his face.

satoru looks up to you while his hand is occupied with his phone. you took a moment of pause to admire your loving husband. his hair is being pushed back with some cute headband that you two came across while shopping for some stuff.

"oh yeah, i forgot to buy earlier." satoru scratches his chin while smiling sheepishly. "how about the lip serum? you still have those, right?" he asked.

you let out a hesitant chuckle. "now we're talking, the thing is…i think it's missing."

"missing? sweetheart, did you perhaps bring it to your work?" your husband get up as he approached you towards the dressing table where you're currently seated.

satoru took his time and gently removed the facemask on his face since it has been sitting there for a while, also giving his face a little massage to get the extract of the mask sink into his skin before disposing the mask into the trash can.

"i did. but i swear, i put it back in my pouch before going home and now, it's gone!" meanwhile, you fumbled as you looked through your pouch again, and yup, it was indeed missing.

"now that you don't have any lip care products…" your tone drops its enthusiasm. lip products are your best friends, it is one of your favorite things that you would bring inside your casket.

your husband knew how much you love that product, so he volunteered to let you borrow his. "here, you can use my chapstick."

but as you opened the cap, the chapstick was empty. "oops…i think i already used the last portion a while ago." satoru awkwardly trailed off.

"but worry not, darling! i am always willing to share anything with you." he smiled, giving you that kind of smile you already knew so well.

he was planning something. "satoru, don't tell me you—"

satoru grabbed your waist to inch you closer to him. "yes, we're doing the traditional way of moisturizing the lips." his lips pressed against yours, already deepening it into his skilled french kiss that always makes you feel weak.

his lips keep on brushing on your own, imitating the way you apply the lip products on your lips. but seriously, his actions implies more kissing than the actual sharing of chapsticks.

the way his tongue would explore every known piece of your lips is insane. satoru memorizes your taste, inches, and sweet spots by heart. that is his weapon for you.

as his hand crawls on the back of your head, tugging it and pulling it even further to the kiss. satoru also playfully bites your lower lip, sending electric shocks to your body as you surpass a moan.

your husband continues to take the lead by nibbling on your lips. he let out a small whimper when you finally decided to also tug his hair, a thing you absolutely love whenever you do it during a make out session.

he's satoru gojo, your loving husband, and he also has an undying obsession with you.

"there, both of us have lip moisturizer now." satoru playfully licked his lips. finding the taste of strawberry chapstick even better when your lips itself was involved.

you, a blushing mess, pushed him away weakly as you are still trying to recover from the intense kiss. your lips were indeed more smooth than a while ago, it's so plumpy and a little bit bruised.

"oh shut up. you just did that to make out. with me." you halfheartedly glared at your cheeky husband.

"you're half correct about that. i indeed intend to make out with you, but i also want to share my chapstick with you." he playfully winked before wrapping his arms around your body.

"can i have one more kiss?" satoru inched his lips towards yours.

you just gave him a peck, saying it's enough for the moment since you're still not done in your routine and it made satoru pout. he decided to retreat for now since he got a steamy make out for a splendid minute.

"after work tomorrow, let's go to the mall together. we need to buy some supplies, skincare supplies." you reminded him, still your cheeks are flushed.

"and also, i am going to purchase more than we usually do on lip products." you added. actually, you're still upset yet confused about your lost lip serum.

you swore to yourself that you came home with lip serum on your pouch. but how did it disappear? were you being haunted?

the answer is…

"sure, my darling. just pick whatever you like and i'll take care of the money." your husband innocently chuckles before continuing his business he left earlier.

unbeknownst to you, you are correct that you came home with your lip serum on your pouch but you're not haunted. the culprit for this is none other than your one and only husband, gojo satoru.

he planned this whole thing out and sneakily stole your lip serum just for a dumb (i think?) reason. satoru was getting annoyed that there is something other than his lips that is being attached to your lips!

although, he wouldn't admit that to himself and hell! of course not even to you.

satoru did not regret what he did. in fact, he was smiling widely as he watched you gramble about your missing lip product not knowing it was his fault.

guess he'll be wasting money on your lip products since he doesn't plan to stop himself from stealing your future lipsies. but it was hell sure worth it if that means he could kiss you the way he wants and get rid of the thing he hates when you put it to your lips instead of him.

nevertheless, just wait 'till you found out about it, he'll be sleeping outside for some good nights.

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[glacierclear]

ISN'T BITE ALSO TOUCH? part ii.

fuckboy!leon x gn!reader

content: hurt/some comfort, angst, apologies, reader is sad, brief intrusive thoughts, mentions of alcohol

The seasons change. You can only hope he will, too.

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…and you didn’t see him for three months.

The shifting grace of Autumn gave way to ice. A once verdant campus green now muddled under gray snow, crunched with grit and soot. Passerbys did not linger. Bundled under layered coats and coiled up scarves, students hastily searched for warmth, leaving the sidewalks barren and lonely.

You relied on consistent distraction. School work that numbed your fingers. A fleeting, creative hobby that lasted all of a week. Outings with peers who’d never consider you a friend. None of it seemed to fix you.

And God, you missed him. More than anything in the world.

But the words looped in your head. The stinging from that night boiled into agony.

I don’t fucking need you.

He didn’t mean it. You knew better than to take his venom at face value. But it nurtured the foulest parts of yourself. Self-loathing feasted like a gluttonous beast, growing fat on the careless anger of his beer-fueled tantrum. Because if there was even the slightest chance of it being true…what had it all been for?

Were you truly just a warm body he used for shallow company? Is it possible you were just as disposable as all the rest?

But those thoughts were never allowed to mature. You snipped the buds and opened another lecture video, paralyzing any hint of an emotional response.

Sometimes you’d see him. In the distance, hovering at the edge of his usual crowd, smiling. Once or twice you even made eye contact, but he’d break it within the first moment, as if he had seen nothing but a fly among trash. It’s on those days that you cried. Cried and cried, until all that remained was bitter apathy.

Angrily, you wished he felt the same. You wanted him to break. You wanted him to regret every moment of that night from the instant his eyes opened that morning. You wanted him lost and abandoned and miserable, just like you.

And, truly, it only confirmed your worst fear. If you were always this hateful beneath it all, he never really needed you.

December bit frost under the brittle edges of your fingernails, and you conquered every day with the determination of an undying plague. Christmas was only a week away, and if you could just make it to the holidays, maybe you’d finally start to heal. There’s catharsis in the new year, meaningless or not. It might’ve been what you needed to forget everything. To forget him.

You trudged back home, your evening class wrapped up and concluded for the day. Friday used to mean something. It meant a weekend with Leon. Drunk, covered in gummy worms, squealing at some god-awful horror movie he rented just to get you to hold him. He used to wrap an arm around you, hugging you tight, promising to the moon and the stars he’d keep you safe from anything.

It was hard to take him seriously with popcorn in his teeth, but now you found yourself fantasizing the memory with teary eyes, although it’s probably just the cold weather.

With rosy cheeks and a dripping nose, you turned your key into the lock, kicking open your door with a disgruntled shove. It was dark. Your roommate left for the holiday early, leaving your dorm hollow and unwelcoming. You hovered in the common area, letting the mask you wore crumble off piece by piece.

Friday used to mean something. Now all you did was rot. You stepped over towards your half of the flat, reaching forward on instinct before a reactionary tug gave you pause. Your door was closed. It wasn’t when you left for class.

You listened, straining to hear beyond the chipped oak, but you received nothing. With a dry mouth, you closed your fingers around the knob, twisting, pushing your way in.

What awaited you inside nearly sent you to the floor.

He sat cross-legged by the bed, curled up on your little, brown rug. All you could see was his back, and the gaudy, expensive headphones clamped shut over his head. His head nodded gently to a beat you could barely make out, and he thumbed slowly through a book yanked off your shelf. It wasn’t the careless flipping of empty words, but the patient turning of pages of someone actually reading.

He never read around anyone but you.

You crept closer, letting your backpack drop to the ground like a lead weight, crashing and jolting Leon out of whatever paragraph he was enjoying. He batted the headphones off his ears, swirling to gape at you with wide, fearful eyes. His eyes.

Your favorite shade of blue.

“Jesus! Scared the fucking shit out of me–” He pressed a palm to his temple, panic easily bleeding away, but in its place you saw him tense, awaiting your anger.

“I scared you? You…how’d you even…did you break into my room?” You met him with accusation, though all you wanted was to hold him.

“...I mean, yeah. Duh. Not like you’d ever let me in willingly.” The dismissive tone of his voice riled you up more than you’d care to admit, and you stepped closer.

“Of course you’d stoop to this instead of just asking. What the hell is wrong with you?” The seasonal chill you felt walking home has all but melted completely. You were a live wire. “How’d you even get in here?”

“Come on. You know I bribe the janitor. We’re bros, me and Jeff.” He donned a cocky smirk.

“Oh, well, that’s great. I’m so happy for you, Leon. Now get the fuck out.” You vaguely gestured towards the exit, glowering down at him with an impatient scowl.

Leon’s smirk dropped. He set down the book, standing to his full height. You forgot how much taller than you he was.

“...no. I’m not leaving. Not this time.” His face hardened into a devastating intensity, prying out your seams one by one. “We need to talk. I need to…fix this.” You watched him flail his hands a bit, attempting to sculpt form to whatever this was.

You knew it would never be enough. No apology or heartfelt confession would repair the damage carved from three months of absence after the worst night of your life.

But you’ve always had shitty taste in guys, and he was the shittiest. You missed him more than anything in the world.

“Fine. Speak.” You settled on an impartial response, arms folded across your midsection. “But I’m really not in the mood for bullshit, Leon. I’m not.”

“I know,” he hung his head. “I know. I…” You were kind enough to grant him patience. The time you knew he’d need. Emotionally stunted didn’t even come close to describing Leon, and any effort on his part to offer honesty is effort you needed to encourage, in your own quiet way.

“I fucked up, okay? I really fucked up. Just like I always do and–” You noticed him halt, sucking at his teeth and wincing as if cinched with pain. “No. I’m not…fuck, listen. I’m not trying to like, make you feel bad for me I just…I always do this. I do, and you didn’t deserve it. You didn’t deserve any of it.”

The words came out stuttered and unsure, as if the mere concept of an apology churned the acid in his gut. And maybe it did. What little you knew of his childhood easily explained his behavior. A blood-red thread woven into his heart like stripes on a cobra.

You nodded, coaxing him to continue. You would not shelter him with yielding platitudes.

“...all that shit I said…I was…god, I was scared. Do you realize what the hell you are? What, fuck, what you mean to me? The most fucking important person in my life and I thought I was gonna lose you over a shitty party.” He was too frustrated to look you in the eyes anymore. You felt cold again. “And you’re right. About all of it. I made you go and I ditched you and then I blamed you for – fuck, and then I didn’t have the balls to do anything for two months–”

“Three months.” You interjected, your lips a thin line, the ice he walked on.

“Three…three months? Jesus, I didn’t…” Leon ran a trembling palm through his hair, wrestling his own relationship with time. “Has it really been that long?”

You nodded.

“...I’ve been a mess. I…my grades are tanking, man, and I can’t even eat.”

Against your will, you deflated with a sad sigh. He did seem skinnier. His face sunken in. His body looked frail under his sweatshirt. You wondered if any of his other friends had noticed.

“You shouldn’t forgive me. I’m not really like, expecting you to. But I…I’m…” The word dangled off his tongue, the teetering step into territory unknown. “I’m sorry.”

For the past three months, you dreamed of this moment. Twisted visions of him crawling back to you on his hands and knees, begging for mercy when he deserved nothing of the sort. Over and over again, you extracted pleasure from the possibility of denying him, turning your back and thriving in spite of him.

You were sure the words would feel great. Amazing, even. But hearing them in person, hearing the shriveled warble of a man reduced to his own imitation, you felt nothing.

The silence stretched for miles. Both of you were too hurt to say anything. From the floor, his headphones faded into quiet before transitioning into another song, lyrics incomprehensible from where you stood, mirroring the noise of your own thoughts.

He broke the emptiness with a cough, and scratched his neck.

“...damn, well, I should…I’ll let you enjoy your Friday, I guess. I’m sorry. I really am, I–”

“You said you weren’t leaving.” The words came out without thinking. Leon blinked.

“...what? I–”

“You said. You weren’t leaving. Not this time. Are you really going to break another promise, Leon?” You’re not stupid. You understood your challenge was nothing more than a thinly-veiled plea to get him to stay. You couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your dignity died with the autumn leaves.

“...oh, I was…I didn’t think you’d – yeah. Okay. Yeah, I’m not leaving. Not going anywhere. Swear on it.” Leon puffed his chest a little, the hopeful beginnings of a smile creasing his cheeks. A real smile.

You shuffled closer, breathing in, filling your lungs with mercy.

“Did you really mean what you said, Leon?” It was spoken so softly, and he leaned closer to hear, just as you hoped he would.

He smelled like cedar.

“...what I said?” There’s confusion in his stare, yet he tilted his head, an eagerness to understand.

“When you said you…when you said you didn’t need me. That I was–” Whatever else you were going to say didn’t matter. In an instant, you’re strangled with warmth. Arms latched tight around your chest, your face smashed into the flesh above his heart.

“I need you.” It’s said so easily. And you knew he didn’t need to think twice. “I needed you every day and I will need you every day after today and…every year and…just, so much, man.” Ruefully, you couldn’t help but laugh. Such an indelicate way of speaking. So thoroughly Leon.

Your arms wrapped around his stomach, squeezing with a reluctant pressure. You still couldn’t believe he was real. But here he was.

“Okay. That’s all I needed to hear.” You went slack in his hold, forgoing oxygen in favor of him. He filled your mind and soul, and you never knew you could miss the scent of Irish Spring so much.

“...okay. Is…Is that it? I mean, not that I– shit, are we good? We chill?” He pried you off, cupping your cheeks with burning palms, searching your eyes for safety. Reassurance.

You wanted to give him that. But pretty words and a warm hug were only enough to quiet your demons. They did nothing to heal.

“No, we’re still not friends.” You said finally, staring away, unable to face his reaction.

“Wait, seriously? What…but I–”

“I don’t forgive you, Leon. Not…not yet.” Cautiously, you gripped his wrists, lowering his hands back to his sides. “I missed you. A lot. But it took you three months to tell me all of this. Three. Months.”

“Yeah, but…you’re actually just…gonna leave me forever? For three months?” It’s not anger in his voice, simply the aching desperation of a heart longing for closure. An answer to every question he had.

“Listen, I…we can be friends again, maybe soon, maybe later. I still wanna see you and hang out and stuff, but…it’s gonna take time, okay?” His shoulders sagged. “You have a lot of things you need to work on, and I can’t be the one to fix them. It has to be you, Leon. It has to be different.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him clench his fists. A vein pulsed on his neck, and you braced yourself for the backlash. The brewing storm he hid behind when he was afraid.

But whatever happened the past three months has drained the fight from his body, and he went soft again, his posture slouching.

“I’ll get better. I will. But…can I ask you something? Can I ask you to promise me one thing? Just one?”

You stared at him again. His ocean stirred, but you stayed afloat.

“Sure, Leon.” you whispered.

“...wait for me. Promise me you’ll still be here when I come back. When I’m…when I’m fixed.” He was so close, you could study each twitch and crinkle of his face. All the voiceless ways he loved you. “Will you let me come back to you?”

It wasn’t even a question.

“I promise, Leon.”

And you loved him, too.