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He just wants all your attention

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Random Solivan Brugmansia Headcanons

Art Credit: @ maruu_rat on twitter

Sol aka Solivan Brugmansia is definitely crazy clearly…Anyways here’s the headcanons

Headcanons 🎃:

Would have Good Hygiene to Impress You

Definitely bought the same shampoo, conditioner, soaps all the lotions and potions that You have (courtesy of him breaking and entering your apartment) in order to smell like You and feel “close” to You

Would NOT want kids with You and even if Sol and You ended up having kids (only because You wanted to have kids) it’s likely Sol would be jealous of the child if they end up stealing most of Your attention/time

Definitely stalked your Socials, and checks your socials atleast every hour

Memorized your social media usernames in order to find you on every platform ex: facebook, instagram, twitter.

Speaking of Facebook, Sol has definitely stalked your Facebook Page in order to find out your birthday and would stalk your family through Facebook in order to learn more about you. That old Facebook post from Christmas 5 years that your aunt or some other relative has up with the caption “Christmas with the family😇”yeah Sol definitely screenshotted that, printed it out and drew a red around your Face…

Has asked Hyugo to secretly take photos of you and send it to him (so he can goon to you LOLZ)

Has a Shrine or room dedicated to You, some stuff in it could include that Pencil you accidentally dropped the other day from your bag or maybe a pair of underwear he stole from your apartment anything that you’ve interacted with or used or even ate yeahhh already in his pocket so he can bring it back to his shrine/room dedicated to you…

Has atleast dyed his hair the wrong shade of green before

Some of the piercings he has were done unprofessionally by himself like his ear lobes and cartilages but the more complicated ones like his nipple piercings were professionally done.

Random but would definitely be one of antishein and antitemu advocates

If you and Sol went on a shopping date he would spoil you and offer to pay for everything in order to make you feel bad and feel like you owe him but also you being happy makes him happy and he loves spending time with you

Just the smell of you would make him go crazy, has deliberately walked behind you in order to take a big sniff out of you (without your knowledge) similar to Hannibal smelling Will in that one clip for any Hannibal Fans

Would be extremely nervous if you ever introduced him to your Dad of course he could just kill your Dad but that would make you upset. Sol would be an absolute mess when the time comes for him to meet your Dad.

The type to be nonchalant around everyone but you very corny but I said it!

Would make you lunch everyday if you asked him too

Would also be the type to do your homework if you asked… assuming Sol gets his own homework done but even if he doesn’t he would still do your homework. That lab report you have due in your Chemistry Class? Just explain the lab to him and it’s done. That book Report your Professor assigned to you? Sol Already read the book so just let him do the report with you, plus it’d be a good excuse to maybe spend some time with you in the library or even your apartment.

Sol definitely acts weak on purpose and let’s himself get beatup like in that scene in the Library with the Bullies because if he showed his true potential those Bullies would have been dead in that library at the very moment they decided to corner him.

On A Darker Note Sol is the emotionally abusive and manipulative type, rather than being physically abusive he would use negative reinforcement in order to get what he wants from you plus he would gaslight you crazy. ONLY HE CAN manipulate his pumpkin

Dreams of you in his sleep and his nightmares include visions of you leaving him or worse you with that Ichabod

Any mentions of Crowe and he physically tenses up, like he’s fighting the urge to gag. Trigger Warning for Crowe, it’s like a slur to him

That’s all for now! Excuse any writing errors

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My personal TKATB headcanons 2.0

For this list, I have decided to list possible habits or actions certain characters would have!

Solivan

I have a feeling he smokes cigarettes. I could totally see him smoking a cigarette while waiting for the m/c and Crowe to pull up at the forest or whatever the location was where they star gazed. He would most probably smell like it, too. A mix between cigarettes and dark cherries.

Would most probably, in my opinion, have a tongue piercing. Besides his ear and nipple ones ofc >///<

I also saw this headcanon yesterday in which Sol would NOT want kids. And honestly, I agree! Sol is very obsessed with the m/c, so the fact that he has to "share" the m/c would be an issue. Essentially, Sol would be jealous of his own child. I do think there is a slight chance he will love the child if said child looks more like the m/c, but if the child doesn't look the slightest like the m/c he would not GIVE A FUCK about the child. But I highly suggest taking a look at @merinochka on tik tok! Her video explains it in much more detail! That is where I got this headcanon from!

Crowe

He definitely volunteers at animal shelters.

Not only that, but he would be the type of person to sign anyone's petition if they came up to him.

Crowe is a family guy. He wouldn't force it upon you, but if the m/c also wants children, he would not fail to meet your request. He would be a very good dad. Without a question. He would always be present, and after giving birth, he would become a house husband. He is overall a dream husband. Not to mention, he would come home from work and still help around the house. Your weekends are filled with family time and yet relaxation time for the m/c while Crowe watches the children.

As for habits he doesn't have any, he is healthy as a horse. Oh he likes hummus.

He definitely fucks up hummus like it is the only things keeping him alive. (Lowkey, me too, hummus is BOMB)

Hyugo

Hyugo definitely has "2017 prankster youtuber" comedy.

He watches mean girls, legally blonde, glimor girls, and 2 white chics regularly

Became addicted to the Labubu craze

Hates vegetables

Uses kids 3-1 soap for the shower

Geo

He hates people you talk on the phone while on public transportation

Has a VERY minimalist room: bed, desk, chair.

Hates shopping

He just uses shampoo and conditioner on his hair, yet it is very healthy and neat

Prefers savory over sweet

A/N: Thank you so much for the love and support on my last 2 post ♡♡♡

If you want to request or ask me anything, feel completely free and comfortable to do so ♡♡♡

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“Everything you do, I’m obsessed with you”

-Saccharine, Jazmin Bean

Hypothetical if Sol Kidnapped you Headcanons

Obviously Sol is crazy obsessive, I mean he sneaks into m/c’s apartment often. Kidnapping YOU is definitely not out of the question…

Content warning; Stalking, Manipulation, Violence

This is Mature Content you have been warned

Possibilities

If during the “No Witnesses Ending” and you lived somehow, Sol likely stitched you up and nursed you back to health of course in the comfort of his basement (if he even has one)

You would be extremely weak and would have to rely on Sol for everything and anything. Hungry? He’s already in the kitchen cooking you something that’s easy to eat: soup or porridge that he totally did not drug

OR

after he rescues you at the arcade an alternate scenario would be that rather than going to your apartment he takes you back to his house. The Idea of another man laying his hands on you and not mention traumatizing you?! Yeah you needa go…

Go live with Sol forever where he can protect you silly!

Once you’re in his house he effectively traps you there, But How?

After that incident he comforts you in his apartment and makes you dinner, how thoughtful of him! But to your ignorance he drugs the refreshing Orange Juice (do not drink ts dawg) and mid-bite into the meal your head starts spinning and you vision blacks out. Of course while you’re unconscious he’s Princess Carrying you into his bedroom. (What happens after? You can only imagine yikes)

A More Violent Approach would be to scare you into staying with him… As you both sit together on his couch watching a movie you check your phone and notice that it’s late. Much to Sol’s dismay you sit up and tell him that it’s late. What does he do? Grabs you by your arm and pushes you onto his lap, his other arm crossed over your neck as he begins to apply pressure telling you it’s not safe and that you NEED to stay with him. Physically Violent? Yes. Does he care? Absolutely not if it’s an opportunity to keep you with him forever!!!

Behavior

Crazy (obviously), Psychotic, Deluded, Irrational, Aggressive, Pathetic, Obsessed, Possessive. Take your pick at this point.

Sol treats you as his prized possession, while he can acknowledge that you are a person with your own thoughts and will, he legit does not care. You need to be protected and hidden, Sol can’t have anyone possibly take you away.

He would of course gaslight you crazy. Stockholm Syndrome? Yeah you’ll have that once he’s done with you (he’ll never be done with you)

Has contemplated breaking your legs so that you physically could not get away from him

He dotes on you atleast…

He’s bringing you clothes he thinks you’ll like or puzzles, games and, movies to keep you entertained. As a treat he might consider letting Hyugo over so you can have a “friend”.

If you act up he’ll put up with it for a bit as he understands it’s an adjustment from your normal life. But act up enough and he may just lose it and strangle you until you pass out, he feels bad after! Just behave for him!

It’s canon that Sol is the type to hurt you, if it means he can have you then he’ll do it.

Sol would not report you missing, instead he would plant evidence in your apartment and also use your phone to text your friends goodbye messages in order to make it seem like you ran away. Being reported missing would things difficult between him and hyugo as they have an agreement and your suspicious disappearance could potentially hinder their plans.

Using the opportunity to go through your phone he’d likely text Crowe the nastiest cruel goodbye message likely calling him out on how he makes you hangout with his friendgroup and that he doesn’t understand you (Only Sol Understands you duhhh) After Sol impersonates you he disposes of your phone

Speaking of Phones, while your captive- I mean living with Sol, he gives you a new phone that only has his and maybe Hyugos Phone number on it: all dependent on your behavior of course! He probably jailbreaks the phone to only be able to contact him and Hyugo, plus he has a gps tracker on it to ensure you’re secure at home. He might let you have some games on your phone but you would have to ask him permission first otherwise he takes away the phone. Quite childish in a sense.

Not Proof Read at all. I wrote this at 5am on a whim because I have major Solivan Brugmansia Brainrot, If it’s ooc I apologize.

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Delusional Yandere Elf

Quick colored sketch to show his colors

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You've been the (un)willing host of a time-traveling knight who somehow ended up in your modern times. Since the fateful encounter he's become rather possessive of your company, yet today seems to be especially bad.

You eye the straw doll with increasing suspicion. As you make your way to the bedroom, you notice the discarded, crumpled scrolls littering the floor. You can't decipher the old writing.

"What's the meaning of this," you demand, stomping towards the massive, armored man.

"I have drafted a will," he confesses theatrically. "My time here is scarce."

"You don't even own anything here. Have you found a way to return?" your voice has a tint of hope to it; could it be that you'll soon have your peace back?

Oh, sweet, innocent (Y/N)! His door only leads to the cruel afterlife. He's been feverish all night, and his throat tightens with each whisper. He's all too familiar with the signs: a deadly disease. Worry not, he'll be departing with a clean conscience. He glances at the clumsily improvised doll - a curse he's learned from an old hag many years ago - and smiles faintly. No other man or woman will ever dare to yearn for you.

He jolts at the unexpected touch of your hand, resting against his hot forehead.

"Ah, you probably have a cold. I'll get you some decongestant from the pharmacy."

Huh?

"Wait, did you...did you think you're dying?"

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Charcter: Ren

Game: 14 Days With You (I highly suggest checking it out. If you're 18+ and love yanderes)

Apps used: Picsart

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Art dump!

Okie lemme leave those here and disappear for an indefinite period again👉🏻👈🏻

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.・。.・゜✭・

If rebirth exists, then I will find and love you in another life, and then in the next, and then in the next... This vicious circle will never be closed <3

We will belong to each other until our very last breath. You will be mine everywhere.

Be sure of that.

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MINORS DNI//AGE IN BIO BYF//DO NOT REPOST

This was sitting in my tablet for a year

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livin la vida locaaaa

devil works fast but i work faster 😼

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Got motivated so here's Ren (repost)

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Character & Illustration: @fantasia-kitt

Animation: Nixtalu

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LOVE BITES - REDACTED X G.N READER (SMUT)

Genre: SMUT - (SHORT ONE, IT WAS A DRAFT!)

Summary: — Just a small biting session, he's yours to mark after all <3

( Reader is a g.n!)

Content Warning : Nsfw jokes, biting, marking!

Did not proof read/Rushed.

You’re sitting on the edge of the bed, minding your own business. Kind of. Kicking your feet a little, waiting for the kettle to finish in the kitchen. The sheets are rumpled from earlier and still warm with him—REDACTED had just gotten up to change his shirt, but apparently your moment of peace is about to be brutally interrupted.

Because there’s that sound.

That slow drag of socked feet across the floor.

You don’t even get a chance to turn before his arms wrap around your waist, slipping under your shirt just enough to chill your skin.

“Hello, Angel,” he mutters, voice half-rasped and half-mocking, still sleepy-soft. “Missed me?”

He nuzzles into your back, hair falling over your shoulder as he breathes you in like you’re oxygen. You can feel the weight of him leaning into you, his chin slotting over your shoulder, his body folded around yours like he’s trying to fuse into your spine.

And that’s when you strike.

You tilt your head, just enough, and bite his arm. Not hard. But enough to sink your teeth in and make a sound escape his throat.

“Oi—! Angel—!” he wheezes, dramatic and delighted all at once. “Y’fuckin’ feral. Thought y’died n’ got replaced with a lil’ possum.”

You bite again, on his forearm this time.

He doesn’t even pull away. Just laughs, arms hugging you tighter like you’re his favorite chew toy.

“Nnnh—yeah, okay, that’s cute,” he drawls, head flopping forward to press against your neck. “Takin’ lil nips outta me like you’re starvin’. Go on, then. Eat me up. I’ll be real sweet.”

You blow a raspberry on his arm instead, which makes him grunt a laugh into your shoulder.

“You’re obsessed with me,” you say sweetly, chomping down again.

“Damn right,” he groans, happily, melting into your back. “Got a whole fuckin’ addiction. Call it biter’s syndrome. Symptom one: me lettin’ you chew me like jerky and likin’ it.”

You twist slightly and he follows like a shadow. Still wrapped around you. Still clinging.

You try to pull away.

“Nope,” he says instantly, arms caging you in. “Warm. Soft. Mine.”

“You're gonna have bite marks.”

“Good. Proof I’m yours. Now n’ gimme another one.”

You sink your teeth into his neck again.

He moans.

Your mouth finds the side of his neck, warm skin flushed from all the biting and nuzzling. You don't think — you just lean in and bite.

Not enough to break skin, but enough to make his breath stutter.

"Ahn—fuck," REDACTED huffs, half-laughing, half-aching. His hands squeeze around your waist like instinct. “Y’really like chewin’ me up, huh, Angel?”

You feel him twitch against your back — you don’t say anything. You just kiss the spot you bit, tender, like an apology and a tease.

He leans into it, head tilting to give you more.

And then—

He bites back.

Right into the curve of your neck. His teeth sink in with a groan so low it vibrates against your spine.

"Agh—!" you gasp, jolting slightly.

He doesn't stop.

You twist in his arms, facing him now, and he’s grinning, lazy and smug and flushed all at once.

“You started it,” he mumbles, lips brushing your cheek. “Bit me like I was yours. Guess that means you’re mine too now, huh?”

His voice dips lower, slurring soft and obsessed. “Gonna leave lil’ love marks all over y’if you don’t stop makin’ those sounds.”

You're both breathing heavier now. Close. Too close. His thigh slotted between yours, his fingers slipping under your shirt like he owns every inch of you already.

You drag your lips to his jaw, his throat, his collarbone. Kiss after kiss after kiss, slow and reverent where you bit him.

And he—he melts.

REDACTED just melts, arms loose but trembling from how much he wants you.

"You’re real soft like this," you whisper.

"Only for you," he breathes. "Shit, Angel—kiss me again."

You do.

It’s messy now. Hands and mouths, all spit and heat and want. He kisses like he’s starving. Like you’re the last thing he’ll ever taste. Tongue greedy, fingers needy, voice ragged in your mouth.

Just groans against your lips, “Fuck… y’undo me so easy.”

Then, quieter, right in your ear—

“Don’t stop, Angel. I’ll be real good for you. Let you bite me wherever you want.”

You don’t stop.

Neither does he.

His shirt up over his head, lets you trail your fingers over his stomach, his ribs..

His hands settle at your hips, warm and possessive.

You’re both bare from the waist up now. Skin against skin. His heartbeat thumps wild under your palm. He looks wrecked just from kissing you.

“C’mere,” he drawls, voice thick with need, sleep, devotion. “Wanna feel all of you, Angel. Wanna make you mine for real.”

You straddle him again. This time it’s slower. You rock your hips, teasing, drawing soft gasps from his mouth. His nails press little crescents into your thighs. He’s flushed pink, black hair messy and damp from your earlier bath, lips swollen from your kisses and bites.

When he finally sinks into you, his moan is low and broken.

“Fuck—y’feel so good,” he mumbles into your shoulder, trembling just a little. “So warm f’me. So sweet. So good…”

You whisper his name. Kiss his jaw. Hold his face like he’s something fragile.

And then you ride him.

Slow, deep, teasing. Grinding down hard just to hear him whine. His hands grip you like he’s drowning. His head tips back, exposing the bite mark you left earlier.

He’s so fucked out already, but still babbling.

“Y-you like doin’ this to me, huh? Like makin’ me melt?” His voice breaks into a soft moan when you roll your hips just right. “T-take it, Angel. Take all of me. I’ll give you anything—everythin’—just don’t stop…”

You kiss him to shut him up, and he melts again. He always melts when you kiss him.

The way his voice goes hoarse when you praise him. The way he begs when you speed up. The way he clings, legs shaking, trying to keep it together when he’s already falling apart.

You both finish with messy gasps and soft curses. His arms don’t let go. He wraps them around you so tight it’s like he’s trying to fuse your bodies together.

He cleans you both with sleepy fingers, fumbling for a tissue or towel, mumbling about how you ruined his soul and maybe also the sheets.

You lie back, heart still fluttering, and REDACTED collapses onto your chest.

“Mmph…” he mumbles, face buried in your neck. “Y’really did all that jus’ to make me sleep better, huh?”

You run fingers through his hair, kissing his temple.

“Maybe.”

He hums. “Wanna sleep in you forever.”

You laugh softly. “That’s not anatomically possible.”

He grins, lazy and happy and wrecked. “Then I’ll just glue myself to you. Keep you in my arms. Forever. You’re warm. Smell good. Bite good, too…”

You swat him playfully.

He only holds you tighter.

Your hand strokes his back while he nuzzles under your chin, completely relaxed, completely yours. His eyes are half-lidded, lips curled into a sleepy smile.

"Y’real sweet t’me,” he mumbles. “Don’t deserve you. But I’m not givin’ you back.”

"You don’t have to," you whisper.

He makes a soft noise. A mix between a sigh and a purr.

Let's just say you had a long time (I'm edgying some ppl I will share this part of the fic later!)

Morning light slips through the curtains.

You shift under the covers with a low, exhausted sigh. Every muscle in your legs complains. Your hips ache. Your thighs are weak. And as for walking? Yeah, that’s not happening anytime soon.

And of course—of course—REDACTED knows it.

“Mornin’, Angel,” he purrs, already wide awake, lips brushing the shell of your ear. His arms are still wrapped around you, one leg tangled over yours like he’s worried you might escape.

As if you even could.

You groan. “...You broke me.”

He laughs—soft, smug, and delighted. “Damn right I did.”

He lifts his head and stretches lazily, showing off the faint red marks scattered across his neck and collarbone. A constellation of lovebites and claw scratches—all yours.

He admires them in the mirror, even turns his head left and right. “Y’really tried to eat me alive, huh?” he smirks. “Don’t blame you. Look at me. 'm delicious.”

You throw a pillow at him. He just catches it, still grinning.

Then he turns back to you, crawling over with that playful, filthy glint in his sleepy eyes.

“But y’know what I like more than these?” He taps a finger to one of the love bites. “The way you limp when I ruin you just right. Don’t even need a leash, you barely movin’ anyway.”

You try to swat him again but he grabs your wrist, gently, possessively, kissing your fingers before pulling your hand to his lips.

Then—without warning—he plays with you.

Just his fingers. Soft and slow. A cruel tease.

“You feel that, Angel?” he murmurs, kissing your temple while he touches you just right. “Still so sensitive from last night. You’re so good f’me. Always so sweet an’ warm an’ mine…”

You whimper, already melting, already clinging.

His breath hitches when you grind helplessly against his hand.

“Y’can’t even walk…” he whispers against your neck. “And you’re still lettin’ me play, huh? God, you’re perfect…”

He bites your earlobe—just gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll carry you everywhere today. Gotta take care of my precious angel...”

“Awahhh—! REDACTED—!”

Your voice breaks, breath catching as his fingers move faster, slick and greedy, curling just right with every stroke. You’re trembling, overstimulated and needy, your thighs twitching around his wrist as he groans low against your skin.

“Thaaaat’s it…” he drawls, mouth right by your ear. “God, listen to you, Angel. Cryin’ so pretty for me already.”

He kisses your cheek, sweet and slow, while his hand never stops.

“You love when I do this, huh?” he coos, half-laughing as your back arches. “Poor thing… Can’t even walk ‘cause of me, an’ I still can’t keep my hands off ya.”

You shake under him, a soft sob escaping when he presses harder.

“Hahhh— REDACTED—too much—!”

He stills, just for a moment. Just to make you beg.

“…Y’really want me to stop?” he whispers, brushing his thumb exactly where you’re twitching the most.

You grab at his shoulders, desperate.

“N-No—!”

He grins against your skin. That’s all he needed.

“Mmm… knew it. Knew you liked bein’ ruined.”

And then he speeds up. Rougher now. Deeper. Lazier but filthier, like he’s enjoying dragging it out—like he could keep going forever just to watch you break again and again under him.

You cry out, trembling in his lap as the wave builds and shatters through you.

“Y’sound so cute when you beg,” he moans, kissing the tears from your cheeks. “Gonna keep you like this forever—ruined and mine.”

You’re shaking.

Barely held together in his lap, your fingers tangled in the loose collar of his shirt, your mouth parted as if you’re still trying to catch the last breath he stole from you.

And REDACTED? He doesn’t stop. Not until you finish again—completely.

You collapse forward, your forehead resting against his neck, gasping, spent, body melting in his arms like you’ve got no bones left at all.

He hums, deep in his chest, kissing the top of your head like he didn’t just break you on his fingers alone.

“There ya go, Angel… s’good for me, always so good.”

You don’t answer. You can’t—not with the way your heart’s racing, your lungs still trying to remember how to work. But he doesn’t need words. Not from you.

He tilts your chin up and kisses you slow.

Sloppy. Sweet. Lingering.

Your lips move together like you’ve got all the time in the world. Like he’s starved for you. Like he wants to memorize the taste of your tongue, even now when you’re dazed and twitchy and soft.

“Mhm… gimme another,” he mumbles between kisses, nuzzling you like a lovesick stray. “One more. Gimme.”

You kiss him again.

He hums like he’s satisfied—but still greedy—his fingers finally trailing away, only to wrap around your waist, dragging you closer so he can rest his cheek on your shoulder.

“Y’cry so cute, Angel…” he whispers against your throat, where the sweat still clings. “Might make you do it again later. Y’don’t mind, do ya?”

He nuzzles. He kisses your jaw.

You're still gasping softly, thighs twitching as you try to pull yourself together—but he won’t let you go. REDACTED’s arms cage you in, lips dragging slow down your neck, tongue dipping low before—

Teeth.

He bites again, just under your jaw this time, enough to make you whimper out loud.

“‘S cute, y’know that?” he breathes, voice still lazy, wrecked. “Now we match…”

He kisses the bite, then pulls back to look at you. His smirk is devastating. “All over your neck… all over mine…”

You can see them—love bites blooming across his collarbone, dark marks like bruised petals. He didn’t stop you earlier when you were grinding down on him, panting against his throat, biting the shit out of him just to shut him up.

“You said I could,” you whimper defensively, reaching up to tug his hair, still flushed and trembling. “You said I could, REDACTED…”

He huffs a soft, breathy laugh—not mocking, but amused. Filthy. Adoring.

“I did, didn’t I?” he drawls, leaning in like he’s gonna kiss you again—then pauses, lips brushing your ear. “But you promised, Angel…”

His teeth graze your earlobe now. “Y’didn’t say you were gonna pull my hair like that…”

You gasp, trying to squirm, but he’s got you anchored to his lap.

“I—”

“Ah ah,” he cuts you off, voice thick with that lazy sin, hand slipping lower to grab a handful of your ass, giving it a possessive squeeze. “Too late. Y’got me all riled up again…”

He grins against your skin as you whimper louder.

"Y'feel that?" he presses closer, his words a growl now. "That's what y'did to me, sweetheart. Gonna take responsibility for it or just cry again like last time?"

You hide your face in his shoulder.

He laughs—soft, teasing, unrelenting.

“You’re gonna, huh?” he taunts, low and sweet. “Cry real pretty while I ruin you all over again... ‘Cause I’m not done yet.”

And he wasn’t. Not by a long shot....

You didn't know...You only remembered kissing him and being one with him.

It always felt right.

Your bodies.. just connected too...

It's just longing.

You loved him, He loved you.

He loved you so much..

You’re both a mess. Tangled sheets, bitten lips, flushed skin. The room is still thick with heat, the air tasting faintly of sweat, sighs, and each other.

REDACTED lies back with a pleased groan, one arm slung over his eyes, the other lazily pulling you to his chest. He’s still a little breathless—and very, very smug.

he murmurs, voice rough with afterglow. “Bitin’ me like I’m a fuckin’ snack…”

You whine into his collarbone, cheek resting against his skin. “You liked it…”

He grins wide, even as he shifts to lift his arm and peek at you—messy, glowing, tangled in his lap. His fingers find your hips again, tracing the spots he held tight, kissed deeper, marked softer.

And then he sees them.

The little constellation of love bites down your neck.

The matching ones along his own.

He sits up on one elbow just to look—tilts your chin so gently to the side.

he whispers, like he can’t believe it. “All mine.”

You watch as his eyes take it all in—possessive, but soft. So soft. He leans in and presses a kiss over one of the bruises he left, so slow you shiver.

Then, cheeky and low: “Matchin’ now, huh?”

You nod, a little dazed, and whisper back, “I like it…”

He smiles. Not his usual crooked, cocky smirk. This one is quieter. Real.

“Yeah? Y’like bein’ all marked up for me, Angel?”

You nod again.

He nuzzles your jaw, then your throat. You feel him murmur the words against your skin.

You do. You always do.

He gets up just to grab a warm cloth and wipe you down gently—almost reverently. The gentleness of it makes your chest ache. Every stroke, every little touch, is careful. Adoring.

Once you're clean and in a fresh tee (one of his, of course), he pulls you back into bed and tucks you under the covers. You cling, and he doesn’t resist. Just laughs softly, burying his nose in your hair.

“I ain’t goin’ nowhere, Angel,” he says.

Then whispers, half-asleep, half-drunk on love, “M’gonna leave every mark on ya I can… but only if you do the same.”

You kiss his shoulder. He hums. The room still smells like him.

You're both quiet for a long time—until he opens one eye, glancing down at your neck with a tired, satisfied grin.

“Y’think anyone at the Library's gonna notice?”

You bury your face deeper into him.

“…Good,” he says, smug and half-asleep again. “Wanna see ‘em jealous.”

[angelicchie]

𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖

𝕊𝕪𝕟𝕠𝕡𝕤𝕚𝕤: After waking up in a strange place, you are unable to remember what happened before passing out. Everything felt off in a way, and you didn't understand why.

What secret will you uncover this time?

𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: mentions of death, murder, light one-sided kissing (towards ending)

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕 ℂ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 4,900

𝕊𝕠𝕝 𝕩 𝔾ℕ!ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝟙𝟠+ 𝕆𝕟𝕝𝕪 !!ℕ𝕆 𝕄𝕀ℕ𝕆ℝ𝕊!!

ℕ𝕠𝕥𝕖: ℙ𝕃𝔼𝔸𝕊𝔼 ℝ𝔼𝔸𝔻: Sorry for the delay in fanfics, things have been a bit busy in my life outside of the internet. Consider this fanfic as an apology for my absence. I really like this one and I hope you do too!

You open your eyes halfway slowly, everything is a blur of darkness and a faint flicker of light in the corner of your eyes. What is this? Where are you?

You can hear someone, someone talking to you. What were they saying? You couldn't tell, his voice was muffled to you, you couldn't read his lips from your eyes being so blurry and everything dark. He was hovering over you, talking to you, but you couldn't tell who it was. You felt something wet touch your cheek, but you didn't move to wipe it away. You couldn't move at all, even if you tried.

You felt your eyelids get heavy, closing again, not like they were even barely open anyways. Suddenly, you felt a hard hit to the chest, right over your heart, a sound of a faint pulse in your ears. The sudden hit to the chest made you jolt up from laying down on the ground to an upright position, coughing to catch your breath, sucking in precious air, only to cough it out from how dry your mouth was.

Almost like you've been dead for a while.

You felt someone pull you, a pair of arms wrapping around your waist and shoulders, feeling the warmth of his chest on your back through his clothes. You placed a hand on your mouth, a sad attempt to stop the coughing, but it didn't help. You could hear him sobbing near your ear, feeling his lips kissing your head and temple, feeling him out his face in your neck, his warm tears falling down your neck and shoulder.

“Oh my God, oh my God. You're here, fuck. Oh my God.” You could hear his muffled voice in your neck, placing fervent kisses on your neck and shoulder, his hands roaming over the side of your face, neck, shoulder, and side to your legs, as if trying to make sure that you were actually here with him.

You managed to stop coughing long enough to look around, your eyes scanning the somewhat dark room, save for a few candles that seemed to be placed in a circle around you. The room seemed spacious, a basement maybe? It was too dark to tell, the windows had been blacked out from the sun, some boxes on the floor along with some planks of wood from where you can see. The floor was cold and hard and dirty, like cement. It was cement. The ceiling was wood, old wood that smelled weird, a few cracks in the woods, letting in faint light from above. Where are you?

The man pulled back from your neck, cupping your face in his hands to make you look at him. Your eyes have adjusted enough to the dark to see who it is. You blinked in confusion, staring at him. Sol. You opened your mouth to try to speak, but nothing came out. Your throat was hurting, like you haven't talked in a while.

Seemingly to notice this, Sol reached down beside him hurriedly, opening what seems to be a bottle of water and held it to your lips to help you drink it. The cool water goes down your throat with ease, soothing your parchedness. Pure bliss. He tilted the water up more, letting you drink more. You placed a hand on the water bottle to keep it from spilling any water, but to no avail, some of the water dripped from the side of your mouth down to your chin. You coughed on the water, and Sol immediately took the water back, his free hand rubbing your back in a soothing manner, his eyes never leaving your face.

When you collected yourself, wiping away the water from your chin, you tried to speak again, your voice hurting and hoarse. “Sol.. where.. am I…?” You managed to get out your question with a struggle, only to have him shush you, placing a finger over your lips to keep you from talking.

“You shouldn't speak just yet, you need to save your energy.” He said softly to you, placing a hand behind your head and kissing your forehead softly. He didn't let go of you, his arms around you, holding you close to his chest like his life depended on it. You didn't move, not that Sol would let you move from his grasp. It felt like a while before Sol pulled back to look at you, a smile on his face, his eyes slightly red from crying on you.

“We should get you cleaned up.” He said softly to you as his fingers ran through your hair gently. He was right. You smelled and felt gross, like rot. He helped you up and up the stairs from the basement, making sure that you didn’t fall down the stairs. Walking was a bit difficult for you, your legs wobble and almost gave out if it weren’t for Sol holding you up with an arm around your waist and one on your elbow to keep you stabilized. 

When you reached the top of the stairs and out of the basement, you were blinded by bright light leaking from a few open windows, closing your eyes tightly and hissing softly from the sudden brightness. Sol winced and apologized softly to you as he guided you towards a room. You didn’t open your eyes, not wanting to be blinded again, as Sol led you to the bathroom, turning on the light after warning you. When you opened your eyes, you were met with a clean white, very white, bathroom that was bright with the light on. Everything was so bright.

He helped you sit down on the toilet. He stood there for a moment, his fingers fidgeting with the ends of his sleeves, his red orange eyes boring into you, like he was contemplating something. He cleared his throat before speaking.

“Would you like a bath or shower?” He asked softly. You slowly turned your head to him, giving him a blank stare. You didn’t know how to answer that. You still have no idea what the fuck was happening. He just stared at you for a moment before giving a small nod. “Bath it is then.” He crouched down by the tub, rolling up his sleeves and turning on the water, making sure it was a warm temperature.

You just sat there on the toilet, not really knowing what to do or how you got to this point. It was hard for you to remember what happened before waking up in a strange and dark basement and finding Sol above you. But it didn’t sit right with you. None of it did.

When Sol turned off the water, he stood up, wiped his wet hand on the back of his jeans and turned to you, taking in your full appearance now. You were dirty and smelled horrible, but he wasn’t going to admit that. He wouldn’t dare to. He reached to you, gently taking your arms to help you get up from the toilet. You let him. You had no option BUT to let him.

He helped you out of the clothes you had on, tossing them to the ground without a second thought. He tried to not look at your naked body, but his eyes wandered when you didn’t notice it. When you were fully undressed, he helped you into the tub, the warm water hitting your skin as you settled in the water. It felt like heaven. You couldn’t help the soft whimper coming out of you, your hand slowly flowing in the water, your eyes watching its movement.

Sol grabbed a nearby cup that was left in the bathroom and dipped it in the water, getting some water and gently pouring it over your hair. His hands were gentle as he ran his fingers through your hair, trying to get the small nots from it as he poured more water, making sure to get every part of your hair wet. He’d start washing your hair with whatever shampoo he had around and nearby, being careful to not get any in your eyes.

After washing and rinsing your hair, Sol went onto your body, gently washing your body with a bar of soap he had. It smelled like coconut and vanilla. It smelled good to you. His hands were gentle, making sure to wash under your arms, your chest, your stomach. He’d ask you softly to stand, which he had to help you do, but you stood nonetheless to let him wash your legs and feet. He tried his damndest to not look at your naked body, but he stole a few glances, hoping you wouldn’t notice. You didn’t. 

Once he rinsed you and helped you out of the bathroom, wrapping a towel around you and led you to a nearby bedroom, you had a chance to look around for a second. It looked like you might’ve been in a cabin. Where the hell were you? He brought you to a bedroom, the room was nice and organized, almost like a hotel room. The bed was against the wall and had white sheets and a white comforter on it, the headboard wood with little carvings on it. There was an expansive window close to the bed, the sunlight pierced through the window, casting a later afternoon light. Or at least you think it was late afternoon. 

You don’t even know what time it is.

There was a long mirror hanging on the wall on the opposite side of the bed, a large brown dresser beside the mirror. There wasn’t much decoration in the bedroom. It was pretty bland.

Sol led you to the bed, letting you sit for a moment as he went to rummage through the closet, looking for something decent for you. You stared at the wood floor, finding a small spot that had a dark stain on it. Where did that come from?

When he came back, he placed a neatly folded t-shirt and sweatpants next to you. He had a small smile on his lips, doing this for you almost felt…domestic, in a way. You watched him for a moment, lost in your thoughts of confusion.

“Where am I…?” You managed to get out, a question you have been meaning to ask since you woke up in the basement. Sol stiffened for a moment before turning to you, placing a gentle hand to your head.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re here with me, and that’s all that matters.” He gave you a gentle smile, his eyes soft as he looked at you. You wanted to press it, to know where you were, but he started unfolding the clothes to help you put them on. 

“I can.. Do it myself.” You tried to say, your voice still dry and hurting. He just shook his head, clearly not going to listen. Instead of arguing, you complied, raising your arms slightly as he put the shirt on you, then standing, or somewhat standing/leaning, to let him put the sweatpants on you.

Sol looked at you again, taking in your clean appearance and clean clothes. You looked better, felt better, but only slightly. Your body hurts, like someone stabbing you repeatedly all over your body. You had a headache, your chest and stomach hurts, your legs felt sore. You didn’t understand why. You cou;d barely remember what happened before you blacked out. All you can remember was walking into a cabin just outside the college campus. And that was it. Why couldn’t you remember?

“You must be hungry, I’ll make you something to eat.” Sol finally said, breaking your thought process. Before you could say anything, he turned on his heel and left the bedroom to go to the kitchen, wherever that may be in this cabin.

You took another look around the room. It all seemed boring. A lot of white and light, it seemed. It was the complete opposite to Sol’s aesthetic. You stood up from the bed, almost falling when you tried to take your first step, making you hold onto the dresser. You wanted to look around, to at least know where you are. You wobbled to the mirror, looking at yourself. You couldn’t help the gasp that came from you. You looked horrendous! Like the walking dead. Your skin is paler than before, your cheeks sunken slightly, almost making your eyes bigger than usual. You seemed more bony than before. You placed a hand on your stomach and hips, feeling how bony you were, like you hadn’t eaten in a while. Your hair was wet from the bath, but it didn’t look right, it didn’t look how it used to.

You shook your head and turned away from the mirror, not wanting to see anymore of yourself as you moved on, placing a hand on the wall as you moved to the closet, opening the door, only to find shirts and some pants hanging up. It didn’t look like anything Sol would wear. Strange. You pushed a few clothes around, not finding anything of use that could help you figure out where you were. You closed the door, turning to go back to the bed when you noticed a black duffle bag hidden in the corner of the room. Why haven’t you noticed that?

You started to make your way over to it, curiosity getting the better of you as you held onto the wall, slowly dragging your feet over to the bag. When you almost reached it, Sol’s voice boomed in the bedroom, declaring that he was back, the sound making you jump, your back against the wall, looking at him holding a plate of sunny side up eggs and cooked ham, a glass of water with ice in his other hand. How did he make that so fast?

“I hope you don't mind what I made. I'm limited on what I can make, but I can go to the store in a few days, when I have enough money for what I need.” He stopped as soon as he saw me close to the bag, his smile faltering. “What are you doing?” He asked softly, his voice nothing but a concerned whisper. You pointed to the bag, your eyes never leaving his.

“What's in the bag?” You asked softly, your voice quiet, unable to speak any louder. He swallowed hard before turning, placing the plate and glass of water in the dresser next to him. He didn't say anything for a long moment, his back to you. You opened your mouth to ask the question again when Sol suddenly turned, walking towards you to take your hand in his.

“It's not important. Come on, you need to eat.” He brought you back to the bed, not letting you get a word in as he pushed you gently to on the bed, taking the plate from the dresser and to you, letting you take the plate. He sat next to you, watching you intently as you looked at the plate of eggs and ham.

“Do you need help?” He asked, giving you a soft smile after noticing how you haven't picked up your fork yet. You looked at him and nodded, handing him the plate. He took it and happily started to feed you.

That's how it was for a few days. Sol helped you relearn how to walk properly again, helped you eat and drink without spilling anything, helped you relearn how to bathe on your own. Slowly, you've gotten better at everything, and you started to stop questioning everything. He was taking care of you, why would you question him? He did have one rule though. 

Never go outside.

You never knew why he didn't want you to go outside, and he never gave you an explanation. And you never questioned it.

One afternoon, while Sol had gone out to go to the store, you decided to watch something on the TV in the living room. There wasn't anything else you could do in the cabin besides color in the coloring book Sol had gotten you a few days ago, watching TV, or sleeping. Not many options.

You turned on the TV, flipping through the channels, sighing softly, unable to find anything of interest. Just when you were about to give up, you saw something on a news channel that caught your attention, making you go back to it. You watched it, turning up the volume to hear it better.

“Today marks the day of the missing persons case, ____ ____, who has been missing for about a month. The police force are still on the lookout for them, but still having no luck in finding them. Police are doing all that they can to find them without stopping. The family of ____ are still distraught and tearful, hoping to find their loving child soon.”

A picture of you popped up on the screen, a school photo ID of when you started going to school. A video showed your parents, crying and talking about finding you soon.

Your heart dropped in your chest from hearing the reporter and seeing the video. A month? You’ve been missing for a month? The reporter went on, continuing talking about your disappearance. 

“So far, police have only found traces of blood from the victim in a nearby shed on school grounds, along with blood that had belonged to a student named Jericho Ichabod, or also known as Crowe, who has also suddenly disappeared. Many people suspect that they have been attacked by the same person. Others suspect that the two might already be dead, but there have been no bodies or weapons to confirm that theory.”

You felt sick. People think you’re dead? That’s crazy! If you were dead, how are you alive right now? How could you be watching this if you are dead? It made no sense. You placed a hand over your chest, hoping to ease your racing heart, only to wince from a sudden sharp pain in your chest. You touched your chest again, feeling something strange and painful. What is this? Why haven’t you noticed it before?

You got up from the couch and headed to the bedroom, standing in front of the mirror. With shaky hands, you lifted your shirt up slowly, lifting it enough to take it off and toss it aside. When you saw yourself, you gasped loudly, feeling an overwhelming feeling of dread and shock. There was a large stitched up scar in your chest, right over your heart. You suddenly felt dizzy, your stomach churning and heart pounding hard in your chest. What is this? Where did this come from? You couldn’t have survived something like this, it looked too deep for you to still be alive. A dreadful thought popped in your head.

Am I supposed to be… dead?

You slowly reached up, touching the stitches lightly, only to wince and pull your hand back like you’ve just been burned. It hurt when you touched it. Why haven’t you noticed this before? Why haven’t you noticed this when Sol helped bathe you? It explained why your chest would always hurt, but Sol would only dismiss it and give you medicine for the pain, which would instantly go away.

Wait.

He gave you medicine for the pain. And it disappeared instantly. He’d give you the medicine before giving you a bath. Before you went to sleep. And after you wake up. He wasn’t giving you pills for chest pain, but pills to numb any kind of pain. So you couldn’t feel anything.

Tears welled up in your eyes, placing a hand over your mouth. It made you feel sick, dizzy. You felt like you might faint at any moment. You heard a door open somewhere in the cabin. It was Sol. Sol… Solivan.

You walked out of the bedroom, your heart racing as you went to the kitchen, your ears ringing. You could faintly hear Sol calling out to you, heading towards the kitchen.

“Pumpkin, I’m back! And I bought a few of your favorite foods and candy that you like-” Sol didn’t even finish his sentence when he went into the kitchen when a plate flew by his head, a loud crashing sound hitting the wall behind him. He let out a loud curse as he accidentally dropped the bags of various things. He turned to you, finding you panting softly, your eyes filled with anger. That was the first thing he noticed. The second was the scar on your chest.

Oh no.

“P-Pumpkin, what are you-” He didn’t finish the sentence as you picked up another plate and threw it at him, missing again as it hit the floor, shattering it to pieces. Sol jerked back, hissing a curse under his breath from the violent actions towards him. You picked up another plate, raising it to throw it at him again, only for him to dodge it and let it shatter on the wall again, just like the first.

“Stop it!” Sol yelled out to you, but you didn’t care to listen. You picked up a glass cup, raising it to throw it at him again, but Sol was faster. Before you could throw the glass at him, Sol rushed to you, not minding or caring he was stepping on the glass without his shoes on, reaching out and grabbing your wrist, making you drop the glass cup onto the floor, not enough to shatter it.

You jerked your hand back but to not avail, hitting his chest with your free hand, hoping it would work. He was stronger than you, which made sense, you were still weak compared to him. He kept a grip on your wrist despite your thrashing and screaming, his other hand grabbing your other wrist to make you stop hitting his chest and trying to break away from him.

“Stop it! Calm down!” He pulled you to his chest, letting go of your wrists and wrapping his arms around you, one hand on the back of your head, the other around your back under your arm. Tears started falling down your face as you started hitting him again, balling your hands into fists, hoping it would be enough to make him let go of you. It wasn’t.

“I’m supposed to be dead!” You sobbed against his chest, hitting his back and shoulder repeatedly. “I-I’m dead! What did you d-do to me?!” You kept sobbing, your arms starting to get tired of hitting him. He stroked your hair softly, trying to soothe you, not caring if you hit him. He knew he deserved it. Tears started falling down his own face, hearing your broken sobs and cries making his heart ache. Slowly, he lowered both of you onto the ground, his arms still entangled with you, not daring to let you go despite your hitting and thrashing, but it was slowly subsiding.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Pumpkin. I-I couldn’t live without you. I needed you. I’m sorry.” He kept repeating those words in your hair, sobbing softly from how bad the situation had escalated. He hoped that you’d forgive him for this. Forgive him for everything he has done.

“W-What did you do to Crowe?!” You asked, trying to pull back to see Sol’s face. His eyes were red and watery, his expression turning to guilt. You remembered how the reporter had mentioned that Crowe’s blood was also in the shed. You hoped it wasn’t true. “Did you kill him?” You asked, your voice breaking as you spoke. His lip quivered, swallowing hard before the dreadful words came out of his mouth.

“I’m so sorry, Pumpkin.” That was all the confirmation that you needed. More tears fell down your face as you shook your head, sobs coming out from you, trying to deny that Sol had actually killed Crowe. Your best friend. Your first everything.

“No. No. No, Sol, no, no..” You kept sobbing and repeating those words, Sol’s hand forcing your head down onto his chest as he rocked you back and forth, trying to calm you down, stroking your hair and shushing you, hoping that you’d calm down in his arms. You cried and sobbed into his shirt, clinging onto him as you tried to wrap your head around everything.

It felt like hours as Sol held you on the kitchen floor like that, rocking you back and forth, shushing you and stroking your hair. By the time you got done crying, you felt so tired. You didn’t understand how you were alive, how you weren’t decomposing after being dead for so long. You’d ask Sol how you were still breathing, your voice breaking again from the question. He hesitated before helping you up and leading you towards the basement door, the very basement that you first woke up in.

Sol opened the door to the basement, a smell of copper immediately wafting in your nose. It smelled like blood. When you reached the bottom of the stair of the basement, Sol turned on the basement light, the sight of the basement making you gasp and cover your mouth. The concrete floor had old blood that looked nearly brown in the shape of a pentagram, old melted candles covered the corners of the star in the circle. There was a human sized freezer in the corner of the basement, a thought creeping in your mind about it. You shakily raised your hand, pointing to the freezer. Sol seemed to understand what you were silently asking.

“I had put you in there, to preserve you…” He had mumbled to you, his voice filled with guilt and shame. You swallowed hard, pointing to the floor with the blood pentagram. “The person who owned this cabin… I killed him. I needed someone’s blood for.. you.” He explained softly. Another sob escaped your throat. The thought of Sol killing others… it didn’t feel real. None of this did.

“Where is he?” You asked softly, your voice shaking.

“In the freezer.” He simply replied, unable to look at you. You felt dizzy again, needing to lay down. Sol noticed and understood, reaching out to grab your hand only to pull your hand away from him and headed upstairs slowly, leaving him alone in the basement.

You stayed in bed for the rest of the day, crying into the pillows and trying to understand why he would do all of this. Just for YOU. It didn’t make any sense. You stayed in bed until it had gotten dark outside.

You laid there, listening to the sounds of crickets outside, feeling tired, your eyes staring at a dark random corner. You heard a knock at the bedroom door, a soft knock. When you didn’t answer, the door opened and shut softly. You kept your eyes at the dark corner. You heard shuffling for a moment before feeling the bed groan softly from the weight of Sol climbing into bed with you. His arms slowly wrapped around your waist, his head on your stomach. He didn’t say anything at first, staying like that, his thumb making gentle circles on your side, just under your shirt slightly.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered softly again against your stomach, nuzzling his nose into your shirt. You didn’t say anything, hearing him apologizing softly again. Instead of answering, you placed a gentle hand on his head, feeling him stiffen under your touch then relaxed a second later. He let out a shuddering sigh, then a soft sob against your stomach. “I’m sorry…” He whispered again, his voice cracking slightly.

“Why did you do it, Sol?” You asked him softly, your voice nothing but a whisper in the dark, your eyes unmoving from the dark random corner. His grip tightened slightly on you before answering.

“I love you. I’d do anything for you. Please… don’t leave me.” He whispered against your stomach, burying his face into your stomach.

Love? How could he throw that word around like it was an object? Your fingers gripped his hair painfully tight, earning a whine of pain from him. He had no right to use that word.

“You’re a monster, Sol.” You whispered softly to him in the dark. He sniffled once in your shirt, his fingers gripping your shirt tightly.

“I know. But I couldn’t live without you.” He placed a wet kiss to your stomach through your shirt. You didn’t move to stop him, you didn’t have any energy to do anything really. You felt him place another kiss, then another, slowly moving up towards your neck, feeling his tears fall down onto your skin and shirt. “I love you.” He whispered again to you, hoping you’d understand just how much he’d do anything for you, how much he loved you just enough to murder for you and to bring you back to life.

You wanted to cry again. But you were sure that you were out of tears at this point by how much you’ve already cried. You knew you couldn’t leave this place, people already think you’re dead, the police are slowly stopping their search to find you. If you were to leave, you wouldn’t know what Sol would do to you. Or to himself.

You were stuck—stuck with him. Always and forever. Sol had shown that he’d do anything to keep you. 

ℍ𝕖'𝕕 𝕕𝕠 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦.

[angelicchie]

TKaTB all old backgrounds! Pt.1

These r the 1st ever ones

link to pt2 here

Credits to @fantasia-kitt

[angelicchie]

A little drawing of my Pookie<3