#then he tried to k!ll u in ur sleep but then you turn over and snuggle him and his number 1 weakness is activated

[kuroowo]

Reader (enjoys being chased romantically) x Sukuna (enjoys chasing for the hunt)

[yandere-sins]

Idk If you have rules cuz I can't seem to find it but Osamu(Haikyuu) as mafia(if ur not comfy then you can ignore this part) who Kidnapped u and is obsessed(the "I'd rip out my heart for you" type of obsessed) who would literally do anything for you😋and puts you always first before anyone else🗿a soft yandere but will k!ll anyone who gets near you type so Osamu being possesive of you🤩

Nope! No rules, there aren’t enough people who care for them and I don’t want to stress about it anymore. If I don’t like a request, I just delete it. I prefer Yakuza over Mafia, hope you don’t mind! Thanks for requesting, enjoy ♥

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Even the careful Osamu couldn’t keep you from stirring in your sleep as he opened the door to the apartment. This was probably the first night ever you had been able to fall asleep in peace, and yet, you sat up while he tiptoed through the hallway towards the only room you two shared. Rubbing your eyes, you heard a soft gasp, making you look up.

“Didn’t mean to wake ya...” Osamu grumbled before stepping into the room fully, walking over to the mini-fridge he kept stocked with basic food like rice balls and ice cream in the freezer compartment. The light briefly illuminated his body, showing you a sight you didn’t want to see while he restocked some food in the fridge, either unaware or indifferent about his looks.

You looked away, biting your lips. It had all started out innocently enough, your father paying a Yakuza to keep you safe while there were some even worse guys after him. Even if the arrangement had been strange, especially after he - Osamu - moved into a small, one-room apartment with you, basically just sticking around and rarely leaving, by now, it was more than just a nightmare.

How long had it been since you last left the apartment? Almost a month now? Osamu took you for a walk once or twice, returning after mere ten minutes and stating it was too dangerous. However, whenever he did leave, he returned bloody and dirty. Frankly, you were too afraid to ask what happened, but the secrecy between you two wasn’t helping in soothing your mind.

In the beginning, you still had been hopeful that the matter would resolve quickly and you could go back to your normal life. But apparently, it just kept dragging on, Osamu only ever stating that it wasn’t over yet. Even your dad stopped responding to your messages, asking if he was okay, by now, and you were nothing but worried about him. Now, you just wondered how many more days you’d have to spend with this guy that you still considered to be a total stranger.

Gripping your blanket tightly, it took you a lot of courage to speak up, but the situation was awkward as it is, there was nothing you could do to mess it up more. “Are you okay?” you asked carefully, hoping you weren’t overstepping your boundaries. His hand stopped, and he glanced back over his shoulder at you, simply staring for a moment before turning back to finish his task.

“Yeah, just a rough night.”

“Then... are you hurt?” you continued, feeling relieved after hearing his casual answer.

“Why? Ya worried about me?” Only being able to see his side profile over his shoulder, you noticed him smile - presumably for the first time ever that you knew him. “I-I mean!” you stuttered, twiddling your thumbs as you felt flustered. It wasn’t actually that bad talking to him; he actually had a hint of a joke in his voice as he spoke with you, even if you only ever perceived him as a mean-looking fellow with a bad career choice.

“It would be bad if something happened and you were injured...”

A soft chuckle fell off his lips, and you presumed he must have been tired if you actually managed to make him laugh. Either that, or you had to admit he wasn’t half as bad as you thought him to be. Closing the fridge - and with it, the only light in the room - you heard him groan as he stood up. However, even if he tried, his footsteps were audible because of his muscular build, especially as they drew closer.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he assured you, plopping down on your bed. “I got it all under control, promise.”

“If you say so...” Pulling in your legs, you made some space, prompting him to lean back, and the smell of blood and dirt made its way to your nose. “So... not your blood?”

There was a certain risk in asking this, but you were awake now and, for the first time, had a conversation with him. “Nope,” he casually admitted, and it brought back some of the fears you first had when he was introduced to you. Mainly that he had already become numb towards violence. “Hey...” Osamu tore you out of your thoughts quickly as he spoke up first, noticing your silence.

“Has anyone been bothering you lately? Talked to some bad eggs on your phone?”

Blinking a few times, you delayed your response, nervously glancing at your phone. It was true that after you had to go undercover, you had quite a few arguments with your boyfriend and friends. They wouldn’t understand why you’d ghost them and avoid their questions about your whereabouts. “Not really?” you mumbled, unsure if he’d be interested in that kind of complaint from you. After all, they were more or less just relationship problems, and you two weren’t close in any way.

“I see,” he curtly replied, silence falling between you two until he sighed, sitting up straight again. “After you fell asleep, there was a guy outside to room. I’m surprised you didn’t hear the knocks, but I guess you were tired for a change.”

Immediately, you tensed up. Worried about the sudden revelation about a visitor, you didn’t even mind his last comment, revealing he had been aware and watching you as you had struggled to sleep the last few weeks in his presence. “W-Who was it?” you questioned, scared of hearing that you had been found out and you’d have to leave soon and hide somewhere else.

“Don’t know him. He got very agitated when he saw me and tried to get into the apartment, but I couldn’t let him, of course.”

Ears peeking up, you almost jumped out of bed as you leaned forward, intrigued by what Osamu was telling you. “And? What happened?” you pushed for a continuation.

“Nothing special. Told him he can’t get in and to leave. But he was one persistent bastard, yelling weird stuff like he was your boyfriend and he loved you and should be able to see you. These things.”

“W-Wait! What do you mean it was my boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me! I could have confirmed it! I’d really have liked... to see him...”

Shoulders slumping in disappointment, any fear of being found out was now turned into sadness, knowing you had been asleep while a vital piece of your life and of ‘normality’ had been so close. “Ridiculous, as if I could just let anyone come and claim he knew ya,” Osamu grumbled, and the heaviness of your situation returned back to you. Of course, he couldn’t allow the risk of someone hurting you after everything you two went through already.

“He did ask me to give you something, though,” Osamu seemed to suddenly remember, contemplatively. “What is it?” you inquired, hoping that maybe it really had been your boyfriend after all, and perhaps he brought you something to help you through these challenging times.

But instead, you were met with two fingers around your chin, pulling you in closely until you felt Osamu’s breath against your mouth. Much too late did you understand the intention, his lips kissing yours gently yet longingly. You felt an immediate gut-wrenching response, tearing away repulsed by the actions of your guard. Pushing him away, you rubbed off the feeling of his lips on yours with the back of your hand, spluttering, “What are you doing?!” while you tried not to feel sicker as the smell of iron reached your nose.

“Ya know,” Osamu continued, his tone indifferent, but you could hear the smile on his lips. “I’m just repaying my debt to him. There’s no ‘being too safe’, but I guess you really did matter a lot to him. He kept crying and telling me he loved ya.”

“Why didn’t you just wake me up to confirm it then?” By now, you felt the pain of your boyfriend, worried sick about you, and then faced with someone like Osamu as his only clue. “Are you kidding?” was all that the Yakuza responded. Getting up, he stretched audibly.

“I beat him to a pulp and took care of him and his phone with the tracking app.”

What?

“H-How could you...?!” was the only thing you could stutter.

“Yeah, he won’t bother you anymore. I know you two have been fighting lately.”

“Excuse me?”

Walking over to the entrance to the bath, Osamu flipped on the light before looking back at you. Dreadful splatters of blood were all over his face, even more than you had seen before. His knuckles seemed to be straight out of a horror movie, and the black clothes he wore had dark, firm spots on them.

And yet, he smiled at you affectionately.

“As if I’d let anyone put a frown on ya cute face, Babe. Doesn’t matter who, I’ll protect you from anyone trying to get close and hurt you. I told ya, didn’t I? I’ve got everything under control.”

With that, he entered the bath, and you heard the familiar sound of the shower. Confused but mostly worried, you threw back the blanket and hopped out of bed with unsteady feet, racing to the front door. Sliding off the door chain, you pushed the handle, expecting it to open, but it wouldn’t budge.

The faint sound of a chuckle echoed from the bathroom, the walls thin as paper, much to your dismay. You didn’t want to believe it; even more, you wanted to see it. See that what Osamu described didn’t happen to someone so dear to you. You wanted to know that everything was okay. Know that the man you shared this locked apartment with wasn’t some kind of maniac going around killing people on ‘your behalf’.

But when you looked at your phone, you saw a message from your boyfriend, saying he tracked you down and would be coming to get you now. It had been read before you, even replied to, but you didn’t remember ever seeing it or replying to it at all. Especially not when the last message eerily read:

<< Waiting for you (:

[m0etenchandon]

First birthdays (reader x Gwilym Lee)

Pairing: Reader x Gwilym Lee Warnings: fluff I guess, some language, brief sexual suggestions but no smut Requested by anon: Could u do a Gwilym fanfic about your daughters first birthday and celebration with the boh rhap cast? I love ur writing ❤️ A/N: This idea is so cute, but I feel like I have read it before so many times so I´m just going to write a little blurb here. Side note, thank you for 800 followers! You are the best<3 Wordcount: 1.5 K

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“Darling, you have to calm down”, Gwilym said, taking a step towards you stressed figure. He locked his beautiful blue eyes with yours, snaking his hands around your waist and pulling you close. His presence immediately calmed you, making you drop the balloon you were trying to tie off. All the air went out of it as it flew around the room and settles at your feet. Your husband smiled, reaching a hand up to cup your cheek. “It´s amazing, you´ve done such a good job. Everyone will love it, Sophia will love it, I promise”, he said, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to your waiting lips. You let out a breath you didn´t know you were holding in, letting your body melt completely into his warm touch.

“I know, but our little girl only turns one once”, you said as you pulled away. Gwilym hummed, starting to sway your bodies to an imaginary beat as he tightened his arms around you. “And besides, it´s really fun”

You had been planning her birthday for months, making sure every little detail was perfect. You had the food ordered and ready on the tables, the cute decorations filling your living-room, and your backyard filled with toys as there would be other kids present as well. Of course, you had also put out some beverages for the adults along with copious amounts of juice boxes.

“You know”, Gwilym started, running his fingers up and down your spine, “we could do this all over again if we had another one”

You pulled back enough to catch his eyes, watching them fill with love and hope. He was nervous, his teeth instinctively biting down on his lips, anxiously waiting for a reply to his blunt proposal.

“You want more?”, you asked, heart fluttering as you watched his face break out into a grin.

“I want hundreds of kids with you, darling”, he beamed, leaning down to catch your lips with his. “But I´ll settle for a few more”

You were just about to reply when you heard the door-bell go off, followed by your daughter crying just seconds later. Both you and Gwilym simultaneously sighed before letting an exhausted giggle fall from your mouths. Your hands slid down his chest as you stepped away from his embrace.

“I´ll get her, you answer the door”, Gwilym said, squeezing your hand before disappearing up the stars. Leaving you to ponder his proposal all alone. He wanted more kids, and he wanted them now.

“Y/N, hi!”, Joe yelled as you opened the door. He was almost completely hidden behind a giant teddy bear, his face barely poking out over its shoulder. You raised your eyebrows in shock, already wondering how the hell you were going to fit that in her room.

“Joe, that is one giant ass teddy bear”

“Only the best for my favorite god-daughter”

“You´re not her god-father”, you giggled, leading him into the living room. He, Ben and Rami had all claimed the position when they found out you were pregnant. However, to stop their constant fighting and bickering, you chose one of Gwilym´s older brothers. But they still thought of themselves as uncles.

“Not on paper no.. speaking off, where is the little bugger?”

Joe had just finished his sentence as Gwilym appeared around the corner, your daughter on his hips. She looked grumpy from her nap, but her little mouth immediately broke into a grin as she saw her favorite uncle Joey. That and the giant bear he was holding. In fact, it might just have been the teddy.

The house got more and more crowded as people arrived, your feet working in overdrive as you tried to tidy up and make sure there was enough food. Thankfully, Ben and Joe had taken your daughter off your hands. They were currently sat on the floor, taking turns in trying to make her laugh. A smile crept its way onto your mouth as you watched them make absolute fools of themselves.

“Guys, you´re going to scare her”, Rami said as he watched Joe pull a ridiculous face at your daughter.

“You´re just jealous she likes me more than you”, Joe answered, sticking his tongue out at him. Which your daughter apparently found hilarious, cracking an almost tooth-less smile at him as she clapped her little hands.

“You know I´m her favorite, just look”, Rami said, moving from his place beside Lucy to kneel next to Joe and Ben. He reached his hands out, his eyes lighting up as your daughter moved towards him immediately. “Hah! See, she loves me”, he cooed, hugging her to his body.

The three boys kept fighting for your daughter´s attention as you leant against the wall, watching with a huge smile on your face. She was adored by them all, and it made you so happy. Made you want to have another one you realized, your eyes falling on your husband, engulfed in a conversation with your parents across the room. His hands moved as he explained something, they always did when he was passionate about the conversation. That along with rubbing his beard, an action that always made the butterflies in your stomach go wild. He truly was the love of your life, but you were unsure of the timing.

“What are you thinking about, Y/N?”, a voice asked, pulling you from your stare. You snapped your head around to see Ben, holding out a glass of wine in front of him. You gladly took it, bringing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Just something me and Gwilym talked about earlier”, you said, trying to brush it off. Ben seemed to have other thoughts though, raising a bushy eyebrow your way.

“Y/N”, he warned, reaching out to poke your side, a giggle falling from your mouth. You had accidentally let it slip one of the first times you hung out that you were ticklish, and now he used it as leverage every time he didn’t get his way.

“Ugh fine, please don´t tickle me Ben”, you pleaded, taking another sip of your wine. It burned slightly as it slid down your throat. “Gwil told me he wanted more kids today”

Ben´s eyes went wide, almost choking on his wine.

“Really?”, he asked, his gaze falling on Gwilym for a split second. “How do you feel about it?”

“I don´t know really. I want more kids, I really do, but Sophia is still so young”

“Yeah, but it would still take at least 9 months. And that´s if Gwilym still has some spunk left in his junk at his old age”, Ben said, a grin forming on his mouth.

“Last time it didn´t take long, so I´m pretty sure he does”, you laughed. Gwilym had a ridiculous drive when you had started trying to get pregnant, going at it whenever and wherever you could. The thought made a slight tingle start in your lower stomach, a flush creeping onto your cheeks.

“Geez I don’t need the details, Y/N!”, Ben said, pretending to gag at the thought. You rolled your eyes, punching his chest.

“No but seriously, if you need a baby-sitter to, you know, get some alone time, I´m more than willing to take Sophia off your hands for a few hours”, he offered, shooting you a crooked smile before heading back to the other boys still sat on the floor.

“Well I think that was a success! Great job, darling”, Gwilym said as you returned from putting your daughter to sleep. He was tidying up the remains of plates with cake leftovers on them. “Sophia had the best birthday she could ever wish for”

You smiled, your shoulders finally relaxing from finally being alone with the man you loved. Gwilym opened his arms, letting you fall into his embrace. You buried your head into his chest, enjoying the feeling of his heart-beat against your cheek. He leant down and pressed a kiss to your head, wrapping his arms around you. His body warm against yours.

“It´s all worth it seeing that smile on her face”, you mumbled, hooking your thumbs into the waistline of Gwilym´s pants. He smirked against your head, knowing what that movement usually leads too.

“You know Ben offered to baby-sit her so we could have some alone time”, you teased, letting your fingers run over the top of his clothed behind.

“Oh really? Then I guess I´ll give him a call in the morning to arrange it. We need a date-night, darling”

“I don´t want to wait until tomorrow though”, you whined, pulling away slightly to meet his gaze. His eyes were darker than last time, a smug look on his chiseled face.

“Hmm, I´m sure Sophia will be asleep in a few minutes”, he teased, winking as he pulled you closer to his body.

“Gwilym, I´ve been thinking about what you said earlier, and I really want to have another baby”, you said, watching as his eyes widened in realization.

“Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I love you and I want more mini us”, you said, placing a kiss on his lips.

“Fuck a baby into me, Mr. Lee”, you teased. The seductive tone in your voice vent straight to his crotch, his hips pushing against yours as a whine left his lips.

“Your wish is my command, Mrs. Lee”

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[faustviginere]

Uninstall

Uninstall. By Joshua Randall AKA Yours Truly

[Lyrics to Goodbye to A World by Porter Robinson]

------ she sat with her hand  hovering over the mouse as memories filled her head, it's not every day you make friends, quite literally, the program was by her design, a sort of digital manifestation of an imaginary friend,   it was at age six on Christmas morning that her mom had given her the handmedown tascom holoclip. a small combination VR device and media player with communication capabilities.   since the day she held it in her hands she was determined  to at the very least related to her peers somewhat,  for they had A/I's of their own, some used them for house hold chores, or to play games with,  but all Cecelia had really wanted. more than anything in the world, was someone, not just someone, a friend.   sure there was her mother, but most of the time she was too wrapped up in work, trying to keep the two of them fed, and having enough rent to stay in the tiny studio apartment, they both shared.   she smiled a bit at the memory of when they decided who's half was whose, and putting up a little blanket wall for privacy. funny enough even after cecelia moved out her mother kept it up. she blinked a few times and found herself aware of her faculties and out of the haze of memory. UNINSTALL Y/N? And below that was the photo of his avatar. smiling, full of innocence, a betrayal of what he had started to become, which was unfortunately of course, unhinged since the virus took hold. she got up from her seat, ignoring the task at hand and made a cup of tea, her mind waltzed slowly back to high school. to jazz band and computer club and kids who ignored her because of the things she liked. but not orph. so named after the tragic greek figure orpheus because whenever she had a rough day or felt down he would brighten her day by producing melodic tones in something he liked to call "singing" sure it was crude like something out of an old video game but it was effective, she would lay on her bed for hours and stare at the ceiling lost in the world of music he would fashion seemingly out of thin air, like electronic magic.   he was always right there in her pocket or in her headphones- helping her remember the answers to tests, she had found a way to bypass the security software during school hours in order to get that little gem out of him. soon enough the cup was empty and she heaved a sigh. and sat back down. looked away and clicked the mouse REPLY : Y. /ARE YOU SURE? REPLY: Y. /WILL IT HURT? she took yet another deep breath, the very  framework of her being seemed to shudder her mind racing, this had to be done, it was for his own good, and hers, she had to let go and he had to say goodbye. REPLY: N. tears, actual stupid fucking tears well up in her eyes over a dumb computer program, .. a dumb computer program that pulled her out of a funk when her first boyfriend dumped her , stayed close when her dad left,  hacked the banking system so she could afford student loans.  just ones and zeros. it didn't have feelings, it was just software.. Right? Lately he had been running strangely accidentally opening programs she didn't ask for, or crashing at random intervals,  then he stopped making sense altogether. his voice garbled and tired like what one would imagine dial up with bronchitis might sound like. then the next he would be back to his old synthesized self. and then things would take a turn once more. the worst of it was when she tried to file taxes online and he kept getting numbers wrong, nearly committing fraud. /ARE YOU MMMMAD AT M--E REPLY: N. there was no, newer version , no patch nor software fix that could undo what was happening, because she had molded him from nothing, it was almost like raising a pet or a child, or in this case a strange mixture of the first two and a ghost in the machine. what was most intriguing to Cecelia was the fact that for some reason, and one she didn't code into him, was his fear of thunderstorms. she thought it was cute, how every time it would rattle the house with it's great resounding din. he would freeze up. if only for a second.  she smiled solemnly to herself. almost blushing at the fact that she held the transmitter to her chest and his LED light shifted from a soft blue to a gentle pink. he was blushing.  she shook her head again. just ones and zeros. a series of coded responses. nothing more. /I'M SORRRY. /DO YOU WANT ME TO SSSSING TO YO U? Orph's Version of singing sounded a lot like a speak N' Spell but he did his best. and some days it even sounded pleasant, especially the bad ones. almost sweet. "ok", she swallowed hard, MSG REPLY: "One Last Time,.. Then You have to go to sleep OK?" /O K` The music softly twinkled out of the speakers as the uninstall protocol ran in the background. the only other sound was the ticking of the clock. she turned away from her camera. and heaved a defeated sigh. it was for his own good, for her own good, the poor creature needed to rest /T H A N K YOU /I'LL SA Y GO ODBYE SOON, /TH OUGH IT'S THE E ND OF THE WORLD, /DONT BL AME YOURSE LF NOW, AN D IF IT'S TRUE, /I WILL SURROUND YOU/ AND GIVE LIFE TO A WORLD, /THATS O UR OWN, /THANK YOU, I' LL SAY GOODBYE NOW /THOU GH IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD /DON'T BL AME YOUR SELF NOW /AND IF IT'S TRU I WILL SUROUND YOU /AND GIVE LIFE TO  A WORLD /THAT'S OUR OWN the song repeated until his sound card stopped functioning leaving him to hold one final note before she switched the machine off entirely. looking out of the side of her bedroom window, wordlessly gazing out at the treeline, the sun pushing through leaves as they bristled in the wind. things were changing, in what way she was unsure. before standing up taking a few deep breaths and stepping outside into the summer air, the sun setting with it's orange glow bathing the city in a kind of dreamlike haze.  it was time for her to move on and time for him to rest. Maybe he'll find his way back in the future.