no spoilers, the tadc finale was PEAK. i’m confused on some things that probably could’ve been clearer, but overall super hype 🥹

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no spoilers, the tadc finale was PEAK. i’m confused on some things that probably could’ve been clearer, but overall super hype 🥹
The band is here!! Lemme know who's your bias 🤩🤩
GAHHH voltron has its clutches on me ONCE AGAIN
thinking about my loner mullet boy
hashtag ooo la laaa!! hashtag why is ronin litterally gray when i color picked his skin.
(art4fanfic trade w/ @stinkabink :p)
STUNNING BEAUTIFUL OUTSTANDING
hiiiii omgomg i love your work!! am i able to ask for like a light hearted situation with reader, angel, and ronin on call together?? i was thinking like. poly ronin/reader/angel :3
mmmmm poly with ro and angel my dream 🙂↕️
on it boss o7!
it’s literally like having the angel and the devil on your shoulder CONSTANTLY
angel is soo soft and sweet
and ronin is… ronin!
always teasing you and angel
for some reason i have this idea that ro will bring up things from his and angels past relationship to try and embarass her
to get you to like him more
he sees this as one big competition for your love and attention
angel is the opposite, she’s just happy you’re happy with her, and if ronin is in that equation then she’s okay with that
they do threaten to murder each other quite often…
“sweetheart you look so cute!”
“sweetheart you look so cute!!”
the executioner bot is back
que ronins almost manical laughter
“darling, are you hearing this shit?”
“darling, are you hearing this shit?”
“OH COME ON”
he kills the bot when he realizes he gave you too much power
you’re like the chaotic combination of the two of them, absolutely insane but super sweet at the same time
they are DROOLING
“y/n, honey we should do something soon! i’m tired of just calling you, i want to hold you”
“darling you know you can’t do anything without me, so i’ll be there!”
“ronin you had them yesterday!! it’s my turn”
“you can’t just call dibs, they’re our partner!”
“ladies, ladies” (in the nonchalant dreadhead voice you feel me)
they look at you like you’re crazy, even if it is through a screen
ugh i love them so much they’re so silly
and soooo in love with you
you mention you’re hungry on call?
ronin is sprinting out the door to get you food, angel doordashes your favorite place right to your door
fucking LOSERS i’m so obsessed with them
um um um im trying to think of more
imagine yall are playing a game or something
like minecraft or stardew valley or something
angel is being the perfect wife and getting you things and playing the game as it’s meant to be played
…and ronin is blowing shit up or harassing the townspeople
very normal very good
i’m sorry this is so short i have no thoughts in my brain nhhhnnnnngggg
hope you enjoyed anon!
i know i know i have requests i should proooobably be writing…
but i got tomodachi life and i made ronin 🥹
BAD NEWS he almost fell in love with viper from valorant 😭 GOOD NEWS i snapped him out of it
here are some pics i took :))
ps that is me 😭 so if any of you were wondering yes that’s kinda what i look like
Do you accept requests? For V?/genq
i haven’t played his route (and didn’t have any intention of it really) so probably not 😭 unless you want something insanely ooc because i don’t know much about him
hiiii once again.. i LOVED ur last story and this idea just popped up but a ronin x reader fic where like reader patches/sews up holes in ronins jacket as a surprise 🤔🤔 thought it b a cute fluff..
most most love and dont overwork yourself, 🌀anon
sigh i literally had this req almost done and the whole thing vanished…. HERE WE GO AGAIN
super cute idea anon thank you!! i’m writing headcanons because im lazy </3
ronin doesn’t attach sentimental value to many physical things, only a select few
his crowbar, his skateboard (he’s a skater and a biker sue me), some polaroid pictures from over the years with angel, ther, and now you
and his beloved jacket
god that thing was old
and basically torn to shreds
there’s a hole in the bottom of the right pocket, and it always pisses him off when he puts something in there and it falls out
the left sleeve cuff has been rubbed so many times by his crowbar that it’s basically torn wide open (he’s also a lefty. SUE ME.)
there’s cigarette burns that made small holes on the sleeves
not to mention the HUGE rip in the back from when he crashed his skateboard a couple years ago
yep, YEARS. he refuses to get a new jacket (you don’t understand it, but okay)
you’re lucky the guy even cleans it, at least there’s not years (and hundreds of bodies) worth of blood caked on there.
it’s just a random hangout day, and ro is doing what he does best on hangout days
taking a fat fucking nap
you look over at his jacket, thrown across your chair
and in a split second decision, you’re up and grabbing sewing supplies from the hallway closet to fix it for him!
that’s a good girlfriend/boyfriend/partner thing to do, right?
maybe you’re not the best at sewing, maybe you’re a prodigy. idk man
you take some red and black spools of thread, a pin cushion with a few spare needles, and some old scraps of fabric and get to work on the living room couch
starting with the pocket, you gently see the seam back into the base of the jacket
then you patch the small cig burns on the sleeves, they’re tedious but you get it done
is this what a flow state feels like?
you make quick work of the rip on the sleeve cuff, making sure it’s not too snug and the stitches won’t pop when he puts his jacket on too quick.
dang, it’s actually starting to look like a normal jacket!
as normal as a serial killers jacket can get, anyway…
then you flip it over.
oh god
what have you gotten yourself into
the tear on the back is HUGE
christ almighty
you take a large piece of black scrap fabric, flip the jacket inside out, and begin to patch the GAPING hole in the back
if you’re fancy, maybe you can embroider some kind of design into the patch with red thread
for the sake of the fic i’m going to assume you’re fancy because it’s cooler that way :D
maybe the design is a skull, or something devil related, i dunno
but you somehow manage to finish the jacket before ronin wakes up…
almost.
you heard your bedroom door squeak open, and his feet padding against the floor and into the living room
he’s still half asleep
…until he sees you holding his precious jacket
“…if you fucked up my jacket i’m going to murder you.”
he takes it from your hands and looks over the front
damn, you actually killed that wtf
the stitches in the sleeves to patch the burn holes almost look like little black flowers, basically invisible, but he sees them
and then he turns to the back,
his jaw DROPS
the design on the back is so uniquely him, he almost cries
“you fixed it?”
“yea, it needed some TLC, thought i’d take care of it for you…”
“and you… did this design on the back?”
“mhm!” you nodded happily
he slinks the jacket over his broad shoulders, for once he’s actually quiet
he puts his hands in the pockets-
“you fixed the pocket!!”
you laugh and nod, matching the smile on his face
he looks like a kid in a damn candy store
“thank you, darling. this is amazing”
safe to say, he is NOT taking it off anymore.
not after his darling took their precious time making it so amazing for him
what have you done…
short and sweet, i like headcanons because i can just yap and not use proper grammar LMAO
hope you enjoyed anon!
i literally had a request almost done and put my phone down… my tumblr quit itself and deleted the whole fucking thing #kms
good morning, afternoon, or night to you,
i just read your ronin fic and would LOVE more.. your writing is so captivating
i have no requests that currently come to mind, but I would love some angst and/or hurt/comfort
please and thank you, 🌀anon
mmmm…. hurt comfort my favorite 🤤
thank you for the compliment!!! i honestly was in a “slam poetry” type of mood and used that to write my last one :))
please enjoy, and don’t be shy! send requests my way, i love angel and ronin so i’ll write anything for both of them.
ronin’s favorite pastime was to fuck with you.
he lived for the way your bottom lip would stick out into the cutest pout he’d ever seen. how your eyes, so bright and innocent, would widen to make you seem like a little doe.
that was the first thing about you that captivated him. part of him wanted to keep you locked away forever, constantly messing with your mind to watch fat tears roll down your soft face.
you couldn’t tell if it was all a cruel joke, or if you had actually won the affection of elisyum’s most wanted serial killer. the way he looked at you seemed… genuine. but maybe he wanted to keep your face as a trophy of his favorite kill.
and ronin, as unpredictable as he is, has actually been an amazing boyfriend. he cares about you, once he realizes your feelings are genuine. you took him by surprise, sticking around even after your novel is published. because you care. something ronin wasn’t used to.
another thing ronin wasn’t used to was your stubbornness to prove yourself. he was used to his compliant doll, not this headstrong partner desperate to make a name for themselves. constantly working, even overworking yourself. which, go you, but sometimes he just wanted quality time with you.
which leads us to now, a pouty ronin sitting on your bed, desperately wanting to watch a shitty movie and fall asleep with you in his arms. yet you were glued to your computer, trying to write a draft of a new book.
“the creative juices are flowing, ro. i gotta get them written before the ideas leave!”
that’s what you had told him. 2 hours ago.
he doesn’t think you’re actually aware that it’s been 2 hours, considering you haven’t looked away from the screen once. not to check your phone, or drink water, or even look in his direction.
he’s 2 seconds away from snatching you out of the chair and holding you down until you stop fighting.
‘actually, that’s an amazing idea. god, i’m a fucking genius.”
so, he does. he spins your chair away, hauls you up by the arms, throws you over his shoulder, and plops his happy ass on the bed!
“wh- HEY! ronin, put me down!”
“no can do, darling. it’s for my mental health.”
he pouts a bit at that last part, slightly mocking, in his own weird and condescending way.
“what is wrong with you?? im working! let me go!”
you start trying to slap his arms away. his big, muscular, strong…. stop it. he’s literally holding you hostage!
“awwww… am i less important than your book? is that it?”
wow… uh… that had some bite to it.
“what? no- ronin! i already told you, i have to get these ideas out!”
you squirmed slightly less in his iron grip, confused at why he suddenly snapped at you.
“ideas ideas, baby i’m right here! i’m your muse, aren’t i? i give you all the ideas in that pretty little head.”
“it’s not that easy, you know. there has to be, like, an actual plot?”
“nah, spend time with me instead. that’ll get the gears turning, huh?”
“i already told you, we can watch a movie in a minute. i have to work on my book-”
“quit talking about your stupid fuckin book! jesus christ, do i gotta beg for your attention these days? it’s been two hours! i’m sick of waiting.”
you just froze. shit, what could you say, anyways?
this time when you struggled free, he just let you go. you stood up from the bed as fast as your half asleep legs would let you, and just stared at him.
“tell me how you really feel, why don’t you?”
hurt was evident across your face. you thought he was proud of you, happy to be by your side and help with the writing process.
but shit, this has you second guessing everything.
“wait, darling i didn’t mean it like that. i just-”
he’s backtracking now. wonderful. the first time he’s snapped at you like that in your relationship together, letting his truth out in frustration, and he’s trying to take it back to spare your feelings.
too late for that.
“no, ronin. i… y’know what? i think it’s better if you just go.”
that hit him in the chest like a 40 pound dumbbell.
“baby, hang on! just listen-”
“no, ronin. get out. i need space, which you clearly can’t understand seeing as you dragged me onto the bed. leave.”
damn. well he didn’t expect that reaction. he was at a loss for words, for once. you had never been this harsh with him before, not to say he didn’t deserve it.
so, he listened. he silently got up, grabbed his jacket and shoes, and walked out the front door. he looked like a kicked puppy, he didn’t know what to do.
he tried to call you later that night, straight to voicemail. maybe you’re phone is on do not disturb?
so he called again. and again, and again, and….
“are you dying?”
“darling! i just want to talk-”
“are you hurt?”
“i- no… but just listen-”
click.
you hung up on him.
ronin stared at his phone in genuine disbelief. you have never been this cold to him before, and he has never felt more desperate.
Ronin <3 [01:35]
baby?
darling please
i just want to talk
y/n?
text me soon plz
read [01:57]
he sighed, turning off his phone and running his hands down his face. he fucked up. he has never seen you this upset about something. he literally spend the first 3 months knowing you threatening to murder you, and this is what hit close for you.
and he knew it was his fault, he couldn’t blame you for being mad at him.
‘fuuuck. i need to blow off some steam.’
the text finally came later that night, while he was bashing some douche’s skull in with his crowbar.
Y/N [04:08]
text me when you see this
so i know that you’re safe
read [04:14]
i’m safe
read [04:16]
we’ll talk tomorrow
<3
sent [04:16]
ronin didn’t see that last part until a few hours later, after his anger was sedated and his body count had gone up by a few. but he was elated when he saw it.
he picked out the best bouquet of your favorite flowers he could find, attempted to wipe the blood off of his face, and made his way to your place.
it was still early, the sun had just just come up when he knocked on your door. you opened it looking like you had just come out of a coma, but ronin thought this was the best you had ever looked.
“ro? its 7 am. when i said later i didn’t mean this early…”
“sorry darling, but i want to talk. can i come in…?”
despite the blood on his jacket, this was the smallest he had ever looked. it broke something inside of you as you pulled the door open more. he gave a quick kiss to your cheek and pushed the bouquet into your hands, smiling down at your half-asleep face.
“thanks for the flowers ro, they’re pretty.”
“not as pretty as you, darling. and… i’m sorry about last night. i was just frustrated. i shouldn’t have snapped at you, i just wanted to spend time with you, yknow?”
“i know, and im sorry too. i took way too long writing, i just got excited!”
he smiled at you, and walked towards the couch. he had every intention of flopping down for a nap-
“-don’t you dare sit on my couch! go take a shower! you’re covered in blood, dude.”
“…right. forgot about that. i’ll go shower, then we can watch that movie?”
you sighed wistfully and nodded, watching him as he walked to the bathroom.
‘that boy is going to be the death of me.’
i meant to finish this waaaaay sooner than i did, sorry anon!! i worked 2 doubles and then got suuuuper sick yesterday 😭😭
but it’s done! also not proud of the ending, but thanks for the request anon!
to be fair, you didn’t MEAN to kill him.
you thought you’d have time to run, or find help, anything but shooting the guy.
the gun still trembled in your hand, you weren’t a killer. that was ronin’s job.
ronin. shit.
you hadn’t had time to call him. if you did, the murder wouldn’t be on your hands. at least ro is skilled at this stuff. you pull out your phone, desperate trying to type with shakey hands.
Y/N [22:17]
sos
read [22:17]
your back hit the cool brick wall. what have you done?
ronin didn’t need to ask where you were. he practically jumped off the couch, threw on his boots haphazardly and bolted out the door, checking your location as he ran.
a bruise was beginning to bloom under your eye where the stranger had hit you. another on your wrist when he grabbed you.
it didn’t have to come to this.
you didn’t have a choice, really. at least in purgatory no one was around, no one to hear the gun discharging rounds, the body hitting the floor. no one to witness the way your body sank to the ground or the way your held your knees to your chest in fear. this was the best case scenerio, really.
no, seriously? the best case scenario is being home, safe.
he was asking for it, technically . catcalls turning into name calling, shouting profanities into the otherwise quiet street. you could’ve been home, cuddled up with your boyfriend on the couch. all because he forgot to grab pasta sauce from the store, and you really wanted pasta.
ronin was smart for making you take your gun, really.
ronin. where is he?
heavy leather boots pounding against pavement, he doesn’t think he’s ever run so fast in his life. his lungs burned, his legs ached, he didn’t care.
his darling was in trouble.
trouble?
oh, no. not trouble. he turned the corner into his turf, greeted by the scent of a fresh kill. what? he hadn’t been here today. yet the fresh scent of iron and gunpowder hit his nose like a warning.
and there you were. curled in on yourself, his precious writer, with a gun in their hand. a dead man laid in front of you, blood seeping furiously and staining the alley more than he thought possible.
jesus, how many time did you shoot the guy?
you were catatonic, shaking violently, didn’t even hear him when he called out to you. he gently pulled your hands away from your face, unraveling you from the position you had somehow gotten in.
and then he saw the bruise. the dark bloom of black and blue under your eye, on your wrist, the tear stains that had recently fallen over them. it took everything in him to not break, to not turn around and bash the dead guy’s skull in.
no, he resisted.
because he saw you.
how you refused to look at the body, how you could barely speak, so disassociated from the world around you.
you weren’t a killer.
that’s what you wanted to think, anyway. but you both knew, the devils been shaping you into his pet for months. unconditional love and all that bullshit, just undertones. hints of bloodlust here and there, slowly creating a monster out of you. corrupting your very soul.
if you weren’t a killer, why did you fire so many times? why not lay a single warning shot into the guy’s gut and walk away? this was supposedly self defense.
after all, only you know the way you stood. you didn’t fire with shaking hands, but ones of swiftness and confidence. you fired 8 rounds, ronin counted. you knew he was dead after the first 2. why fire more?
because you wanted to.
because the devil’s butcher has a doll with a pretty face. a doll he can love, and easily manipulate. a doll he turned into a killer.
and he’s never been more proud.
heyyy chat wondering if someone can help me
does anyone know what happened to the king ghost series? i’m missing it :(
i know i was reading it this time last year and i havent been able to find it so if anyone can help OR send me similar aus that would be lovely!
xo
Hooolly shit I stumbled across your profile and damn.... It's so peak. Yum. Hello.
I hire you as my favorite Tumblr artist now. No questions asked 🙌
UR SO SWEET YOUR MY FAVORITE MORE!!!>:)))
She loves you and your outfit. But mostly you. Actually only just you.
i’m gonna freak it
So uhh… how we feeling Vox nation..?
SO MANY NEW VIPER FRAMES VIPER STANS WE EATING GOOD TODAY
this cinematic single-handedly brought me back into my valorant lore (viper) hyperfixation
GOD SHES JUST SO FINE
you don’t need to hide from him
tags: fem!reader, solo idol!reader, established relationship, fluff
🫧 Masterlist
🎐 MYSTERY
He’s the first to notice how meticulously you apply your makeup, how you refuse to be seen without it. When he finally sees you barefaced, it’s because you’ve fallen asleep next to him after a long day.
You wake to find him watching you. Your stomach drops, but before you can spiral, he’s already brushing away your hair to see more of your face.
He murmurs, “You’re beautiful like this.” He says it so matter-of-factly, as if it were never in question.
Whenever you try to protest, he only gives you that steady gaze that doesn’t let you argue. “The makeup is for the cameras. This—” his finger traces the curve of your nose, lingering over your freckles, “—is for me.”
When you reveal your freckles on stage for the first time, he doesn’t need to clap or shout. Instead, he stands silently in the wings, pride blazing in his eyes like a secret only the two of you share.
🌀 BABY
Baby catches you without makeup one night when you’re too tired to put it on before bed. You freeze, panicked, but he just breaks into the widest grin.
“Wait, wait. You’ve been hiding this from me? You’re adorable.” He pokes your freckles playfully, laughing when you swat his hand away. “No, seriously. These are like limited edition cuteness. You can’t cover them up.”
He’s shameless about hyping you up. He’ll take your hand in public and show you off, telling everyone, “Look at my girl right here.” At first, you’re mortified, but slowly, it makes you smile.
The day you incorporate your freckles into your stage look, Baby jumps out of his seat and yells so loud the staff shush him. He doesn’t care. He’s just too proud.
Later, he uploads an Instagram picture of you on stage.
That’s my star ✨
🌷 ROMANCE
He immediately notices how tense you get whenever the subject of bare skin comes up, so he approaches gently. When he does see you without makeup, he doesn’t gasp or stare. He smiles soft, warm, the kind of smile that melts the knots in your stomach.
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see you like this?” he whispers, brushing your hair out of your face. “You look so soft. So you.”
Romance is all about reassurance. He’ll cup your cheeks and pepper them with kisses until you’re laughing. He’ll tell you he loves every freckle individually, sometimes naming them after stars, songs, or even inside jokes between you two.
And when you finally step onto the stage without hiding them, his smile is so wide it hurts.
“She finally showed the world the art I get to love every day,” he tells the boys proudly.
🍿 ABBY
You practically beg him not to look when he accidentally walks in on you fresh out of the shower, hair damp, skin bare.
He pulls your hands away from your face and tilts your chin up, grinning. “Look at these freckles! They’re my favorite part of you—no wait, your eyes—but wait, your smile—uhh next question?”
You laugh, slapping his chest. His smile turns soft. “Don’t cover them please. They look like stars. My own constellation.”
He takes it upon himself to hype you up relentlessly. If you so much as frown at your reflection, he comes up from behind and hugs you. During your promotions, he casually brings up how much he loves your natural look, knowing fans will pick up on it. And when you finally step on stage with freckles dusted across your cheeks like starlight, he loses his mind backstage.
“That’s my girl!” he yells, pumping his fist like you just won an award.
🎶 JINU
The first time he catches you barefaced, you look like you want the ground to swallow you whole. You’re nervously tugging at your sleeves, mumbling apologies about your dark circles, pale lips, and the freckles dotting your nose.
Jinu only stares for a moment — and then smiles like you’ve just given him a gift.
“You think I care about that? Baby, you look real. You look like yourself.” He brushes his thumb gently over your cheekbone, tracing one freckle like it’s art.
Over time, he makes it a habit to compliment you specifically when you’re wearing less makeup. He snaps little candid photos of you when you’re barefaced at home, showing you how radiant you look. He gives steady encouragement until the day you walk on stage with makeup that highlights your freckles instead of hiding them. He cheers the loudest, because you finally let the world see what he’s always adored.
as a freckled girl this healed my soul
You did what?
pairing: baby saja x f!reader
cw! angst, comfort, demon!huntrix!reader, established relationship, fluff, intended lowercase, ooc ending, gwi ma is a BITCH.
gif creds here^
the idol awards had been rough. schedules rearranged, quick changes, and using all of your self control to not go meet baby.
you had both been meeting in secret for the last few weeks, whether it be snack runs or movie marathons late at night, you had quickly developed a romantic relationship with the teal-haired rapper. his initial teasing and quick remarks guarded the kindness in his heart that only you brought out.
that’s why, when rumi’s demon form had been uncovered, the first place you wanted to run was into his arms. but he was nowhere to be found.
now, a hoard of mindless fans funneled into nansam tower, pulling you and the other members of huntrix with them.
“you’ll never be good enough. not for him, not for the group, never. but i can make you good enough.” the voice rang out in your head, loud and steady. you couldn’t help it, the confirmation of your own insecurities had you believing he could change you. and from then on, your soul wasn’t truly your own.
huntrix was safe, the saja boys were safe, the world was safe now that the honmoon had been restored. but a voice still lingered in your mind. you had hidden the patterns that started to crawl up your skin, the violent glow that had plagued your eyes. you learned to control it, to make yourself appear as if you were still human. for six weeks, you had successfully managed to convince baby that you were human.
yet one night, it all came crumbling down.
it was a friday movie night, everyone had huddled on the couch with snacks being passed around. a blanket was thrown over your legs, which were tangled with baby’s.
and then, at the worst possible moment, his voice boomed in your head again. “stop pretending you’re good enough for them, i’m the only one who can make you good enough.”
you shot upright, hurrying off to your room while mumbling an excuse about the bathroom. reaching the sink, the reflection in the mirror was enough to haunt you. the violet streaks were pulsing across your cheeks, yellow irises staring back at you.
your breathing became shallow, and fat tears began to roll down your face. the panic had set in. the anxiety had you curled on the floor, sobbing and ragged. there was a knock on the door, but it fell upon deaf ears.
“sweetheart?” a gentle voice called, belonging to none other than baby. his footsteps padded through your room until he could see you in the bathroom, and he abruptly halted.
there on the floor was the girl he loved, though he didn’t know how to tell her, curled into herself, patterns reflecting his own on her skin.
it was his gasp that made you finally hear him, looking up with golden eyes. his expressing was unreadable, flicking between horror and anger. before you knew it he was by your side, gently prying your arms away from your body.
“y/n. look at me.” he commanded. you could only shake your head no.
“look at me. now.” his tone was sharp. you lifted your gaze to meet his blue eyes, filled with concern that replaced his anger. “what is this? what happened?”
you could only cry harder. six weeks of hiding, of secrets, gone in one second. words fell short. there was no need to reply, he could clearly see what you had become.
“what did you do??” his eyes scanned your face, desperately trying to understand. all you could do was stumble over broken phrases, interrupted by sobs and hiccups. “what did he say to you? what could’ve possibly possessed you to believe him?”
“i-” another sob racked your body. “i didn’t know.” you were shaking, your mascara had smudged and started to flow down the patterns on your face. “he- he said i wasn’t good enough. and i believed him.”
the guilt hit him like a bullet to the chest. he was supposed to protect you, to guard you from the evil that had plagued his life. you were the only thing that made him feel free, and you had lost your own freedom in the process.
“c’mere.” he said gently, lifting you by the arms and carrying you to your bed. he laid you down gently, and paced over the lock the door. it’s bad enough he had found out, anyone else knowing would wreck you. he laid beside you, his weight making the bed shift slightly, and he pulled you into his chest. he rubbed soothing circles into your arm.
“princess, i-” he let out a shaky breath, “what- when did this happen? how long have you kept this from me?” his thoughts tumbled over themselves as he racked his brain for an explanation.
“after the idol awards..” your voice was small, ridden with shame and guilt. “he told me i would never be good enough. for you, for this life i have, any of it. not without him. and i was stupid. i didn’t know i believed him until it was too late.”
“you’re not stupid. listen, gwi ma- he’s a manipulator. you won’t know you’ve been caught until he’s already got you hooked. it’s- it’s how he got me too.” his eyes locked on the ceiling, trying to control his emotions. your crying had ceased, but you were still shaking. he held you tighter.
“please don’t leave me..” the confession ripped through his heart. is that what you truly thought? that he would leave you? he knew the loneliness that accompanied this moment. he knew that having no one would make you unreachable.
“i’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. i promise,” and he meant it. he kissed the top of your head, soothing your worried away with the gentle rubbing on your back, and the warmth of his body.
“plus,” he added slyly, “you look hot like this.” his cocky smirk had returned in full force, but he couldn’t hide the soft adoration in his eyes. you scoffed lightly, smacking his arm before settling back into him.
soon, your breathing evened out. sleep had taken over, and baby watched the harsh purple on your skin begin to retreat. everything was peaceful, you were safe, and he was going to do everything in his power to keep it that way.
🩷i’ve had this rotting in my drafts for a few days now, so i thought i’d finish it! hope you guys enjoyed :)🩷