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Chapter 3 of Dimas and Agapito

Sorry about the wait folks I got caught up in personal stuff. Agapito belongs to our favorite writer, @yandereaffections Anyhow, I hope you enjoy the slightly longer chapter

Tw for gun violence, medical procedures and injury (non-graphic), and possessive behavior

Another few weeks of working as Agapito’s personal bodyguard and we’ve fallen into a bit of a routine. Less peaceful than the warehouse but I haven’t had a lot of close calls. Agapito texts me, on a burner phone of course, that I should come more prepared today. And earlier. Which means all my merc gear. I gotta wonder what we’re doing today as I only get to wear this once in a blue moon now. Probably intimidation shit.

Agapito’s started picking me up from my apartment building to avoid drawing attention to the now abandoned warehouse. He’s chatting and flirting away as usual and he lets me know we’re headed to the docks to oversee a minor shipment. I just have to stand behind him and look scary. Easy enough I guess.

We make our way through the dawn lit streets. The blue light of the morning catches on his hair and I think it looks nice. He parks and we amble through the towers of brightly colored shipping containers and cranes, quiet now when civilians could hear us.

We reach a rather secluded spot that’s hidden in the early morning light and see men unloading crates from a small freighter. Agapito walks towards someone who’s supervising and asks about times, weights, and shit I don’t care about. The hair is already prickling on the back of my neck when the first shot rings out.

I take one hand off my gun to shove Agapito down and behind a crate. I step on his sleeve and jacket collar so he stays down then I’m aiming to where the sound came from. All hell breaks loose and two more shots cause one of our men to fall. I see the outline of someone behind a container and pop off three shots as Agapitos men draw weapons and move forward. Bullets fly and I duck back behind the crate. Agapito has been swearing underneath me but he’d have to push me off to get free, dangerous when I’m holding a weapon. I get off him and pull him inland.

I can tell he’s shouting something, probably to get my ass off him but the shots kinda took out my hearing for now. A bullet cracks the concrete in front of us and I bundle him into my chest, protecting his body with my armored one. I get hit in the back twice which I can tell is gonna leave a hell of a mark. Luckily nothing unguarded is hit. I pull him into a gap between two containers and we both duck around the corner and start shooting. In between shots he’s glaring at me.

He gets pushy sometimes when I actually have to do my job and protect him.

When we’re clear I drag him off again. He shakes off my hands but sticks close to me. I know I’m going to get chewed out for manhandling him but he’s very stupid and I’m wearing armor.

One straggler is following us and we weave to avoid him. I turned back to fire over my shoulder and hit him in the chest. Unfortunately he’s wearing a vest. All I do is push him back a few steps. It's enough though and we make it back to the truck. I shove Agapito to the driver's side and cover him best I can. The man pursuing us fires two more shots before I nail him in the head. Unfortunately one of those shots rips through my arm, just missing where I’m protected.

Adrenaline keeps me from stopping and I’m jumping in the passenger side and we take off. Agapito is breathing heavy and his pupils are all blown wide. “You hurt?” I ask between my own pants.

“No, you?,” he replies, voice jittery from the rush.

“Not really, just a bit bruised and a little scrape.”

He sits there and thinks for a minute, hands tapping on the wheel.

“Alright what the hell was that?” He snaps finally. “Do you understand how hurt you could’ve gotten! You could’ve died! And instead of protecting yourself, you tossed me, your ally, to the ground. I could’ve protected you! I’m supposed to keep you safe! You could’ve..” He trails off. I kinda tuned him out as I’m eyeing the speedometer. It’s ticking slowly up.

“Right, Agapito. We just got out of a gunfight. Lower the speed. We do not need to be pulled over right now. You have to call someone to clean it up. Do that. Take us to wherever you’re going, and we’ll sort it out there.” The speedometer ticks back down and we take a slightly less sharp left. Which is good because my adrenaline is leaving fast and my arm really fucking hurts. Good thing I’m wearing black because I think Agapito would flip the fuck out if he say the blood right now. He doesn’t strike me as one with many close friends. Must be why he’s acting like this. Poor guy. He’s on the phone now, boss voice back as he gives sharp orders.

We drive slowly through a residential neighborhood, deep in contrast with our bloody clothes and weapons. He finally clicks off the call after we sit idling in the driveway. He opens the garage and we pull in. It’s completely empty as has the dank smell of somewhere not very well used. I silently pull myself out of the car as Agapito fucks with the plates.

“Keys?,” I ask. He tosses them to me without a word and I open the door. He follows me and shoves me into the large tan couch in the center of the living room.

“Alright,” he says, hands on his hips,”this is a safe house, we’ll be staying for a few days, only me and one other person knows where it is. We are going to eat, change, and shower. Not in that order. We are go- oh my god.” I look around for the threat, cautious of my arm…my arm..which is bleeding on the couch.

“Aw shit man I’ll pay for the cleaning-“

“I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE CLEANING!” He exploded at me. He ripped his phone out of his pocket and aggressively dialed a number. It got picked up in two rings. “My personal guard is injured, come immediately.” He hung up just as abruptly. I assumed that was his medic who probably needed more information but I didn’t want to say anything as Agapito looked as though he was about to implode.

“You said you weren’t hurt.” He said quietly.

“I said I got scraped,” I corrected mildly. “C’mere,” I patted the couch next to me invitingly with my good arm. He slowly sat down. “I’m alive, I’m okay, I’m armored and the only way I would’ve died is if they threw a fuckin bomb at me. I’m okay. You were out there wearing a leather jacket and a tank top in a gunfight holding a handgun. It is my job to protect you. I’m being paid to do so therefore I am not going to sit back and let you do all the work. Now, why don’t we find some clean clothes. I’m going to need help getting out of this shit and you’re about to go fucking feral and kill the medic if you don’t calm down. That will help no one. Deep breaths.” He slowly started to relax. I took his hand and set it on my chest and made exaggerated deep breaths. He followed them and I’ll be honest it helped with the pain a bit. We both jumped at the knock on the door.

Agapito pressed his hand into my chest for emphasis. “Stay here,” he practically growled at me. He picked up his gun from where I left mine on the table (Hey, when did I do that) and made his way to the door. I couldn’t see what was happening but I heard a gruff greeting and footsteps coming inside before a stout man in a coat and nice clothes carrying a large pack stopped in front of me. Agapito loomed threatenly over my shoulder.

The man quietly asks where I’m injured and he and Agapito unclip my armor. Whenever I try to help Agapito bats my hands away so I just give up and let him be weird. When the doctor cuts away my sleeve Agapitos breath catches.

“A scrape.” He says angrily. “That’s not even a graze. You’re lucky that it didn't hit the artery.” The medic stops until he shuts up and goes back to work. He goes back to the car to get a whole IV pole and other various implements. Agapito asks what he’s doing whenever he takes something new out of his bag. Eventually I’m directed to move onto the dining table, Agapito like a very stubborn crutch under one arm. The medic sets a catheter into my good hand and carefully injects a clear fluid into it. As he explained to Agapito 5 seconds ago, it's a general anesthetic because he has to stitch up the muscle and a punctured blood vessel within the wound. I count maybe 2 seconds before I’m out like a light.

When I come to I’m laying back on the couch in just my compat pants, socks, and undershirt. The medic is gone and Agapito is snoring next to me, propped up on the couch. The moment I actually start stirring he bolts upright.

“Dimas? You’re awake?”

In response I say a very intelligent “ghjg mma nmga.”

“You’re gonna be a bit loopy for a bit okay? You got pretty strong meds.” He says soothingly as he props me up on pillows. A whole sleeve is gone from my shirt and my heavily bandaged arm is in a sling.

“The doc is gonna be back to check on you in” he checks his watch,”two hours. I made some soup for you that you have to eat. And if you feel nauseous you have to tell me. Or like, signal or something.”

I am not even remotely paying attention to what he’s saying. He realizes this and gets soup and carefully hand feeds me. I would be very pissed about this if lucid but I am not. I attempt to tell him so but my words are still slurred and garbled. He sits with me the rest of the night. When the doctor comes to readminister the pain meds and help me change my clothes and bandages, Agapito helps and listens to the instructions given with rapt attention. Lucky for me, the catheter was removed and I didn’t even need a full drip.

Agapito helps me into one of the rooms and sleeps next to me, hand on his gun. It’s the most shaken I’ve seen him, and if I didn’t think he desperately needed the closeness, I’d be uncomfortable. Nonetheless he takes care of me until we both fall asleep.

Thanks for reading folks and hopefully I’ll upload the next chapter at a reasonable time lmao. We’ll see

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Chapter 2 of Dimas and Agapito

Again, Agapito belongs to the lovely @yandereaffections and tw for gun violence but that’s about it

The pattern in the warehouses continued for the next few weeks. I’d come to work, Agapito would come to interrogate (irritate) me, and then I’d go home. Apparently I was the only one he really talked to like that besides his closer friends.

Almost a month had passed since I started working and it was pretty uneventful. This warehouse seemed like a fairly low profile place despite being higher risk. I think the “risk” is just because of the lsd being manufactured and Agapito being here. Honestly this is probably one of the safest jobs I’ve had in awhile.

“Alright Angel, I have a special job for you,” Agapito said proudly the next time he strode over. He’s taken to calling me pet names which is cute, I'm not gonna lie but kinda weird. “I’m planning on relocating this joint here,” he pats the wall,”and I’ve been enjoying your company so I was hoping you’d come with me when I move on to bigger and better things.” He looked at me hopefully.

“Sure,” I said and shrugged. “I always like a change in scenery.” Ah so much for my peaceful job. As much as I would hate to admit it I’d miss talking to him. I’d also die if I actually refused to go with him so…

“Aww I knew I could count on you to have my back.”

“Even though what you say tempts me to kick it,” I replied. He laughed and waved me off.

“Back to the grind,” he said as he walked away. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow from here, 8oclock sharp.”

Agapito’s perspective

I pulled up slowly and saw Dimas standing at attention in the parking lot in his full mercenary get up. He looks hot as shit like he could just punt me across the lot. Which he probably could. But still. He is currently a walking armory and we’re going to be walking around the city.

“Hey Angel, I told you we’re in civvies today right!” From the look on his face I did not. Oops. Well good thing I have spare clothes in the back. Mostly generic shit for whenever I or someone else needs a quick change. His height might be an issue determining if the clothes fit him. Hopefully seeing him in my clothes will not excite any more ideas about the very dangerous mercenary. The very dangerous, very pretty mercenary. Who is climbing into my car, arguing with me, and taking off his mask. I’ve barely even seen his full face and it is a sight. Tan skin, full lips, and yellowy hazel eyes. Eyes that are staring at me because I haven’t started the car.

“Right,” I say loudly as I turn the ignition,”We’re going downtown to visit a few folks and I’d like us to look a bit more inconspicuous. I have spare clothes in the back you can change into.” He frowns looking at what he’s wearing.

“My pants and shoes are good but I’m going to need to change my shirt. I have a recognizable tattoo on my neck I’ll need to cover.”

I suck my teeth, thinking about that one. “I have a bandanna. You could tie it around your neck or something.” He nods and reaches in the back to inspect the clothing choices I have back there. He settled for the largest t-shirt he could find which is just a plain grey one. I try to keep my eyes on the road as he starts unbuckling his armor and stripping off weapons, then rehiding them in his boots and pockets as I pull onto the freeway. When he goes to take off his shirt I almost swerve the car.

“What?” He says alertly, already scanning for threats.

“There was a 2 by 4 in the road,” I lied and ignored the blood pounding in my ears and face. He finished changing and he’s right. He has a large color moth tattoo right over his throat.

“Okay,” he says nervously, looking distinctly exposed without the heavy vest he wears and the machine gun. “Where’s that bandanna?” I nod to the glove compartment and when he turns I see slivers of more tattoos under his shirt. None particularly discernible so he’ll be okay.

We do the day's work, nothing exciting. I make deals and negotiate with private sellers and he stands outside the door and looks intimidating. And look intimidating he does. Long brown hair in a loose bun with his dark brows bunched together. Tall, dark and handsome. I need to get my head out of my ass. I can yearn later. It's time to work.

The next day is a similar story. The next, gunshots have him busting through the door after me. The man who had the balls to threaten me is lying dead with a duo of bullets in his chest.

Dimas grabs my shoulder and steers me from the scene while I make my calls.

We work well together. He doesn’t flinch from my violence and I don’t mind his snark and his cold demeanor. I might have even been able to handle my growing crush (obsession) and turn it into a nice relationship had it not been for the damn docks.

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I miss Jasper :(

Jasper bites his lip as you walk in through the door, pacing around the living room. “You’re back! Oh babydoll I missed ya!” He exclaims while pulling you close, kicking the door shut behind him as he spins you around.

“You ain’t been talking to other guys have ya? I swear I’ll break their teeth if they tried anything!”. He happily nuzzles you, his fingers toying with your hair “missed me?”.

You squeal, trying to get out of his grip, eyes wide in a panic as you step back and nearly collapse on the ground. How in the hell did he get out of prison?!

“What’s with the shocked face? I told ya I have good friends in bad places doll. I can always find my way back to ya! Now quit acting so shocked and come give me some love, huh?”.

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How would Jasper react if his darling tried to make him leave?

“If I leave…I lose everything” Jasper states with his fingers flexing into fists at his sides, his throat bobbing as he nervously swallows at what you’re trying to tell him. Leave? Why would you want him to leave? 

You give an uneasy look, fiddling with your fingers as you try and think of how to respond without making him teeter off the edge and lash out. Jasper has been known to not handle rejection well, especially when he was coming off of a high or coming back from a midnight hit. “I don’t feel safe Jas. I don’t think it’s safe for us to be together���. 

“You don’t feel safe?” He bites out, stepping closer and reaching to grab your hand abruptly. He yanks you closer and angrily looks down at you, jaw clenched as he tries and holds back his clear disapproval. “I keep the danger off the streets, don’t you give me that shit!”. 

You glare up at him while wrenching your wrist away - or at least trying to- voice raising in panic and outrage “Keeping me up all night, worried sick, isn’t healthy you asshole! I shouldn’t have to fear someone coming here and shooting me for revenge or some shit!”. 

Jasper grunts as he let go, eyes twitching a bit as your words sunk in. You think he would ever let you be hurt? He loves you! He would gouge out the eyes of your enemies with just the drop of a hat! “You think I would ever let anything happen to ya? “ He asks while taking off his jacket, pulling down the shoulder of his shirt to expose a scarred, discolored area of skin. He runs his fingers over the area, hand shaking as the beloved memories flood back.  “When you first patched me up, remember? I told myself I would repay you with my life. I ain’t letting that promise go Doll”. 

You throw your hands up in frustration, pacing back towards the backroom where you had some bags packed incase things went south. Good planning, you’ve learned to think three steps ahead when hanging around this psycho. It looks like you’ll be the one who has to leave for the time being. “You shouldn’t have been shot in the first place! I shouldn’t have to keep stitching you up and treating you for shock! How can you expect to have a life when you spend most of it ducking from projectiles or being torn open?!”. 

You huff and begin to grab your bags, trying to finish your part of the argument “It’s over, Jas. Either you leave or I do, but I can’t do this anymore! I can’t sit in fear wondering if I’ll ever see you again, or be so stressed that I fall over dead!”. You throw a bag over your shoulder, wiping your tears that began to fall and slide down your cheeks. 

Oh. You think he’s giving you up? Just gonna let you walk out the door? Go ahead and try to get past the threshold babydoll, he isn’t letting his angel escape. “I can’t live without you…You can’t do this to me!” Jasper shouts while storming into the room, hands grappling at your bags and trying to toss them to the floor. “I won’t let the only good thing in my life leave! I can’t lose you!”. 

You begin to fight and kick, screaming when he quite easily lifts you up over his shoulder and slams you down on the bed, hovering over you with dilated, piercing, anger riddled eyes and red face. “Let me go! LET ME GO!” You scream, demanding and fighting the man, but he overpowered you with an unnerving amount of ease. 

Your shouts turn to whimpers as your energy is drained and your breath becomes erratic. Jasper undoes his belt, flipping you over as his hands tremble over the leather. “I’m gonna let you calm down, and think this over” He mutters. His belt tightens around your hands, and he makes sure to tug on it a bit to make sure you couldn’t easily escape. “I’m gonna sit and have a smoke ok? and you’re going to be good and not make another bad decision”. 

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Chapter 1 with Dimas and Agapito

This chapter is going to be slow paced, no warnings really besides drug activity. It’ll get more fun soon. Enjoy!

Also Agapito belongs to @yandereaffections who graciously let me use him

The bustle of the warehouse surrounded me as I scanned for threats. I was stationed at a newer “higher risk” location as backup just a few days ago and supposedly staying for a few months. It kind of blows. Nonetheless I’m getting paid so that’s what matters. The boss is staying at this location which means more pressure for me.

Not my actual boss, he works the other side of the city, but when his friend, the drug lord Agapito of the west side, lost men to the police, I got transferred over with my unit.

I hadn’t met Agapito himself before yesterday when I walked in with my team. If I saw him on the street I’d think he was a bitch. Wore a leather jacket and tried too hard to be intimidating. No ones gonna say shit though so he can dress how he wants. He ordered us around strategically and efficiently. I got stationed near the chemists. It’s kind of surprising to see scientists on staff working in the den as that’s obviously not the usual protocol but it seems to run smoother when someone who knows exactly what they’re doing can supervise.

It’s a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere for a drug den. Everyone is working well and my mercs are doing their jobs as they should. Which is basically to stand there and look intimidating.

I peeked absentmindedly over one of the chemist’s shoulders. A shit ton of complicated equations involving a ridiculous amount of letters greeted me. I heard someone with clompy boots walk up but ignored it.

“Stealing our secrets?” The boss, Agapito, stood next to me, waggling his eyebrows. He was a medium height Hispanic man with an almost mullet and a smug grin. Handsome but I pushed that aside.

“You got me,” I replied, “you’ve uncovered my secret plan of stealing all your drug money by copying off your scientists.” Said scientists paid us no mind. They’ve gotten used to Agapito coming over to bother the guards it seemed.

“Don’t say that or I’ll have to kill you,” he joked in reply.

“As if you could.” He shrugged at that and smiled.

“Maybe if you weren’t so..” he poked at my kevlar wrapped shoulder, “decked out.”

I’d let him believe that. His shoulders say strength, feet say street fighter, and posture says boxing experience. Broken fingers say experience in general. Formidable, but I’ve seen worse.

During my musing he’s been surveying the surrounding building and the tables of workers. They’re hard at work packaging and boiling liquids, then pouring them into trays to set, then scraping and honestly that shit looked exhausting. I’m glad I just get to stand here.

Agapito turned his attention back to me and was staring just a little.

“So how’d you end up in this kind of work,” he asked thoughtfully.

“Shit happens.” “none of your business,” I thought. He nodded thoughtfully.

“Most mercs I see are butt ugly. How’d u stay pretty?” He said with a chuckle.

“Determination.”

He continued asking me various questions that I gave cagey answers to for another hour, occasionally making notes on his clipboard about the status of his shipments before he fucked off and my shift change came in.

When I showed up again Agapito sauntered over again to chat.

I hate to admit it but he’s starting to grow on me.

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He’s Harmless I Swear (Webtoon)

Created by:  Basil the Bear

Genre: Romance/ Comedy

I’ll have to thank @thatyanderecritic for mentioning this in one of their posts, or else I never would have found it! This webtoon is very well written and depicts something rare in a lot of yandere stories: a healthy and trustful relationship between the yandere and his loved one. 

Keep reading

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I assume tumblr is gonna nerf the quality so click if you want to read it.

This is my OC Dimas Otzev

There’s info up top and it may be hard to read so if anyone wants a transcription I’ll send that out.

I think if he ever went yan for someone he’d be protective and possessive and easily one of the best ones to have. You’d never know he was even the slightest bit unstable, you’d only notice people who were once mean to you avoiding you or disappearing entirely. He’s not going to be a yan in the story with Agapito I think. But we’ll see.

[muzzlefireyan]

Hello folks

I’m a bit new here and I’ve decided to start a blog dedicated to yandere writings and art. I’m gonna have a lot of reblogs and a few original works and art. I don’t know what fandoms I’ll write for yet as y’all seem to write a lot about anime and I haven’t seen any but nonetheless

I’m currently working on a short series involving @yandereaffections OC Agapito and my own OC Dimas (I’m going to pose a character profile of him soon) so the first chapter of that will be up in a few days if you’re interested

Anyhow, I look forward to meeting y’all and stay safe!

[muzzlefireyan]

hi mango!! may i request shouta kidnapping his darling? like how he would go about with it and where he would keep them? thank you!

♡ Don’t Scream ♡

Thank you for the ask!!

Aizawa has been sneaking around, as a pro-hero, for years. He thought the skill was good for finding villains. Now he’s using this skill to sneak into your bedroom window. Your bedroom was on a high level of an apartment building so you often left your windows open, especially in the boiling heat that Japan can have sometimes. Shouta quietly crawls through the window, landing on the floor with a soft thud.

Looking over at your bed, Shouta sees you curled up in your blanket. You look so peaceful and comfortable. It’s a shame he’d have to take you from slumber. But you’d be peaceful with him, as well. Shouta walks closer to you, kneeling down next to your bed to look at you. Your so cute. He can’t help himself from reaching over moving some of the stray hair out of your face.

You don’t even move. You’re out like a light. Shouta knows that you’ll probably wake up during the process of him taking you. But that’s what the chloroform is for. Shouta really doesn’t want you struggle, if you do you could get hurt. And that’s not his intention. He wants a safe trip taking you home, where you belong.

Shouta slowly climbs onto the bed, straddling your hips. If you do wake up he wants to make sure you don’t fight. Hence him tying you hands with his capture weapon.  Shouta can hear you let out a hum as you turn a little bit. And... you were waking up, ah shit.

You let out a small yelp before Shouta slaps his hand over your mouth. You start turning your head trying to get out of his grip. Shouta can see your wide eyes fill with tears. Now your just making him feel bad. “Don’t scream” Aizawa says quietly, keeping his hand over your mouth. Even through his hand he can hear your sobs.

Shouta can understand why you’re scared. You’ve woken up to a complete stranger on top of you, with your hands bound, and not being able to call for help. “Do not scream. I don’t want to hurt you” Aizawa says, he knows the way he said it can sound threatening. In all honesty he’s not going to hurt you, at all. He just doesn’t want you to scream.

Shouta slowly lifts his hand from your mouth in hopes you don’t scream. Your not fighting, probably because you know he’s much stronger and physically bigger than you. You don’t scream only hiccup and sob. “P-please-please don’t k-kill me” you plead, oh now you’re trying to make him the bad guy. “That’s not what I’m here to do” Shouta says simply before pulling out the chloroform soaked rag from his pockets.

Aizawa can feel your body go limp under his while he hold the rag against your face. You always make things harder, don’t you? Shouta simply throws your unconscious body over his shoulder, carrying you to where you belong. With him.

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for the feisty darlings out there, he’s still gonna getcha <3