GUILTY.

you  from  zoran  drvenkar's  "sorry"  by  ninja.

[apolodies]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 / 𝐘𝐎𝐔  from  zoran drvenkar's "sorry." written in second person. private,  selective,  headcanon  heavy  &  multiverse.   𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙱𝚈  𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. she  /  her  ( 27. )   british.   established  august 7th,  2026.   read my rules! triggering  content  present  &  tagged. prompts. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

[asocialconduct]

stepping past jonas and into his apartment, jessica feels a sense of woe at the sight. cobwebs occupy every corner, it's dark and dull, undecorated... " jesus, " she remarks, " it's like you died and stopped cleaning. " then, the smell hits her and her expression creases. " is that urine i can smell? " she turns to face jonas, finally noting the apparent agony he's in. he's clutching at his ribs, his face cracked and bruised in places, and he generally looks a mess. jessica shakes her head. mind if you don't ask? jonas's request is met with stern features. admittedly, she's been in plenty of situations herself wherein she's wanted the details to remain secret. she can sympathise, albeit reluctantly.

i appreciate you coming on such short notice. " i didn't have much choice, " jessica says curtly, " it sounded like you were dying over the phone. " her arms cross over her chest as she considers him. " seems you weren't exaggerating. " an exhale, she fights the stink and wills the grimace on her face to ease. " how have i been? " the woman repeats, surprised. " let's not talk about me right now. we need to get you clean, you're not getting in my car like this. " jessica intends to take him to an under-the-radar medic; someone that owes her a favour. someone that won't report it to the police.

she holds out a hand for him to grasp and proceeds to guide him into the compact bathroom. the shower door is opened and she gestures to him. " what can i help with? " it's nothing she hasn't seen before. they've slept together. no incoming surprises for her, except perhaps the colour of his wounded torso when he peels off his top. a galaxy of bruises and fingers twitch as she resists the urge to drop her jaw. she becomes aware of just how bad the damage is, and that every second they waste, his internal bleeding is likely getting worse. " jonas... " a combination of shock and empathy - which is unusual for her. firm, decisive, she steps forwards and hooks her fingers under the waistband of his bottoms, hauling them down before helping him step out of them. " you need help, fast. "

[apolodies]

it's like you died and stopped cleaning. jessica will never know how close she is with that statement. i did, you want to say. but would rather not have to explain beyond that. the sternness in her features doesn't go unnoticed by you, and in fact you almost let an affectionate chuckle out. almost. if it weren't excruciating, you might've. you decide not to answer her question about the urine; it appears she already knows from the look on her face. shame burns throughout you and you know it has no right to be there. you asked for this. you got yourself involved. you went looking, digging where you didn't belong.

you smirk when she mentions her car. typical jessica. with a stifled exhale, you take her hand as she leads you into the bathroom. it's small, close quarters and you can feel her stare on you. you daren't look away, however, lest the mirror remind you of your predicament. slowly, so slowly, you peel off your shirt and a strained groan leaves you. jessica's reaction suggests it's bad, but you don't want to know. you want nothing more than to creep into your bed and have her arms wrapped around you. touch.

surprise nearly knocks you off your feet when she steps forward and clutches at your pants, dropping them in an instant - leaving you completely nude and standing rigid in the chilly bathroom air. if you weren't in so much pain, you might find yourself turned on a little; tempted to make something of the situation. you need help, fast, jessica asserts and you frown. " that bad? " you know by the way you're standing that something is horribly wrong, but you've always been one to try and brush it off.

the water is turned on and you step into the shower cubicle, hunched and on the brink of crying as the water, bullet-like, proceeds to fall down upon you. steeling yourself, you focus on lathering yoour body with soap, cleaning the necessary parts. as the water warms, it becomes more bearable. you only wish jessica was in here with you... " i hate you seeing me like this, " is admitted quietly.

[metamorphesque]

― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[vllevalo]

CHRISTIAN CAMARGO as BRIAN MOSER / RUDY COOPER

DEXTER (2006-2013) — SEASON 1

[apolodies]

#apolodies. read rules before following. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 / 𝐘𝐎𝐔  from zoran drvenkar's "sorry." written in second person. private, selective & multiverse. 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙴𝙽  𝙱𝚈  𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙹𝙰. personals do not reblog. 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃.

[cinematv]

GOSSIP GIRL 1x06 - Parentsite

[apolodies]

[ closed starter. ] [ @asocialconduct / jessica. ] you don't remember calling her over. to be honest, you're barely aware of your actions as you open the door and let her in. the movement is agonising, four broken ribs, and you're not sure how you thought coming straight home would make anything better but you can't imagine explaining any of this to a hospital. that, and after the day you've had, you long for your bed. the safety of your own room. maybe it's for the best you decided not to go upstairs, if only because explaining meybach to jessica would've been difficult. not that she wouldn't understand false identities and the like, but you can already imagine the incredulous look she'd give you.

there's something about being soaked in your own urine that's barely dried, stinking to the highest heaven, and experiencing a level of agony you've never suffered in your life in front of a woman you still have feelings for that is genuinely... mortifying. but you're too exhausted to really care all that much. it's more concerning that you can't remember when exactly that you pissed yourself. just the blinding ache of broken bones. " need a shower, " you utter. in all honesty, you don't think you can manage it alone. that's why she's here, isn't it? why you called her. did you call her? you can't remember. perhaps she showed up here like a fucking angel, sensing your distress.

          " mind if you don't ask? " your ego still hasn't recovered from the fact that an old man successfully damaged you to this extent. " about all this... " your gaze meets jessica's and you offer a weak smile. " i appreciate you coming on such short notice. " it's been a long time since you hooked up with her. a special night, despite it being better described as a one night stand. you've shared your intimacy with a lot of people, but it'd been so different with her. it'd meant something. you'd also both stayed in touch, after. now, your bond is... complicated but present. and you care about her. " how have you been? "

[weltenwellen]

Hari Alluri, from “Ancestral Memory”, After Kwame Dawes 

[userakasha]

get to know me ♡: [1/20] male characters

You're trapped in a lie, little brother, the same lie they tried forcing me into… doctors, therapists, group leaders — the family they were. When Harry found me, all he saw was a fucked up kid. They all did, so they locked me up. I know what you've gone through all these years — the isolation, the otherness, the hunger that's never satisfied, but you're not alone, anymore, Dexter. You can be yourself with me, your real, genuine self. It takes the breath away, doesn't it ?

Brian Moser in Dexter (2006 - 2013)