hiii, I saw your requests are open. Can I request more platonic yan Gallahan or Erno Etam? Maybe something like a long lost child that everyone thought was dead, but turns out when they were an infant someone kidnapped them and staged a murder. Years later they discovered reader as their child because of the eerie resemblance to them
MY CHILD.
[ platonic yandere! erno etam ]
summary: in which, when he is finally ready to accept your death. you finally met again. and this time, he'd rather die than letting you escape from his clutches.
erno etam is the definition of a real scumbag who hides his true emotion behind that gentle smile on his face. this guy really loves messing up with everyone and if he doesn't like you? expect that he will annoy you every chance that he got.
but despite of that— no one could deny the fact that there are times when erno can be really genuine when it comes on expressing his true emotions.
and the first time they saw it was when his eldest child, you, came to this world. no one expected erno can be really gentle, can be so fatherly. even the head of the family, his father, had to rub his eyes in disbelief when he saw his son cradling you on his arms with a small smirk and a look full of adoration.
erno really like how you looked like a mini version of himself. with your jet-black hair and yellow eyes. the servants dubbed you as the more innocent version of their master.
because of you, everyone can see how erno's personality seemed to became more— manageable. he was not as crazy as before— but he can be crazy if it's really needed tho. but atleast he is not causing headaches to his father anymore. instead, he spend his free times with you and his wife now instead of causing a ruckus on the capital.
as a father, erno can be really overprotective on his eldest child to the point that it was kind of concerning. since he was really quite obsessed on making sure that you were safe and protected.
there is that one time when you got a fever and this dude summon all the well known doctors in the capital. and he told them that if you don't get better the next day. they have to say goodbye to their (literal) head and their family. they heard that erno etam already changed! but what's going on?! why is he still as crazy as before?!
it's just a good thing that you got better the next day. and erno happily fed you with baby food the next day, ignoring the doctors who was practically worshipping you at this point because you were able to save them from that crazy father of yours.
anyways, did you know that every gifts that you get needs to get check by erno before it reach you? this dude controls everything around you. your food, your clothes, hell— even your room, he made sure that it was properly baby proofed.
and erno was the type of father who cannot do his work properly knowing that his child was alone. that was the reason why he asked his father to assign 5 knights to you, who was still a baby that time— whenever he was at work.
and that's the thing that he regrets the most. he couldn't believe that he left you in the care of those stupid knights.
because by the time he got home. hewas welcomed by the sight of the panicking servants as well as the knights. and the only thing that he saw on your crib was— blood.
they expected erno to be angry, yelling at them— it was more better if he did that. but he remained quiet, taking the bloodied blanket on his hand as he asked them what happened.
and they told him about how one of the knights, seemed to possessed, stabbed you and took you away. the other knight who reported that to erno, heard him scoff. but before he could even looked at his liege, he felt as if his vision has tilted.
erno had already b3h3aded him. erno's expression remained unchanged as he wiped the blood on his cheeks. as he stared blankly at the remaining knights as well as the servants. whom he also killed after that.
by the time erno's father (I really forgot his name, bruh.) arrived, it was already too late. his son has already made a mess and killed everyone for failing to protect you. erno, looking at his father— remained eerily quiet as he smiled softly while holding your portrait.
after that incident and your disappearance, erno's personality became worser than before. sure, he does still loves messing up with the nobles. but this dude started to become involved with the black market— hoping that he will see you. even though many years had passed, he still believed that you were alive. because he never saw your corpse— there's no way he'll believe everyone and move on.
and when he was about to accept the fact that you're 'dead', he met you again. but this time, you were the youngest daughter of a count.
but dude, do you think he'll believe that when you looked like him?
so, that's how he started attending all the parties you and your 'family' attended. with the hopes of interacting with you. and you didn't failed him at all.
he couldn't suppress his smirk when you greeted him before you looked at him with a confused yet curious expression. he already made a detailed plan on how he will get you back from the count. but seeing you up close made him forget that plan before using his magic to knock you out.
and by the time you woke up. you were inside a room— your room before you got kidnapped. you were chained on the bed.
and erno entered the room with a smile while holding a basket of fruits. his smile became more unhinged after seeing that you were finally awake.
“ ah, you're awake? hmm? what do you mean you want to go home? this is your home, ( name )— your real home. your siblings are really excited to meet you~ ”
OK HEAR ME OUT- vampire!childe who watches poor little reader from afar, memorizing her daily routine and plans out the perfect time to kidnap and take her to his secluded cabin in a woods miles away from ur city. at first he's just attracted to your scent and wants to drain ur perfect little body of all its blood then dump ur lifeless body somewhere no one will find <3 but then he find himself enjoying ur pathetic cries and decides to keep u chained up where he'll defile & drain ur body slowly
IM LISTENING ANON !!!! i know i should be scared of him but 'm just imagining his cute little fangs n him being hungry for blood!!!! 's cute, my lil mosquito.. ANYWAYS,,,
cw: fear kink, noncon, kidnapping, bondage, fem reader!
poor reader, feeling watched and paranoid for days, shadows growing under her eyebags as she feels a stare following her in the dark. the city is safe right? there's lights on her street and a camera outside her building yet, that fear is never fully gone despite footage only showing her lone figure.
little does she know that a pale man unable to be photographed by surveillance prowls around her each day, footsteps inaudible and blended into the dark corners, practically thirsting for her as her scent sweetens with fear induced adrenaline when outside. he can hear the pumping of your heart resounding in his ears, the booming sound only tempting him further to make you his meal.
really, he should've known he was infatuated with you beyond draining you dry when he was waiting for the opportunity to kidnap you, observing each of your actions with interest and anticipation. when you're defenselessly tired yet so reactive to him muffling your cries with his strong grip, tossed forcefully into the back of his car and gagged with pretty tears rolling down your face.
he could've drained you of blood right there and then and buried you near his cabin yet felt his pants tighten at the sight of you struggling within your bonds. it's been so long since he's felt his blood rush because of a human and much less straight to his dick, so he indulges in the thrill by pulling apart your clothes, hands moving faster as your screams grow louder against the clothed gag!
his smirk when he finally gets your underwear out of the way? it's haunting when you realise he's not just some random kidnapper but a vampire! god, you knew there were supernatural out there but you knew then and there, no matter what you did, only death awaited so you stop your struggle yet the broken sobs still wrack your throat as you wait for childe to take you as he pleases.
too bad for you that childe quite liked you being so active in resisting, made him feel like fucking you till submissive under his grasp so a sick idea enters his head as he exposes himself to you, slapping his engorged cockhead against your folds and leaning down to command in your ear. "fuck yourself on this cock and i'll let you live."
it's not like you have a say anyways but the promise of at least not having the life drained out of you makes you move, pathetic whimpers as you lower yourself onto childe's length, slipping him in deeper slowly until he tuts, fucking in until the hilt with a rough thrust, making fresh tears spill out of your eyes and a wracked moan humiliatingly slip out your mouth.
"oh? pretty girl likes my cock hm? knew i picked up a whore."
you can't help the tears from falling as he degrades you with his dick plowing harshly into your insides, hiccupping and praying that it'll end and that you don't cum all over his cock that happens to nudge all the electrifying spots and the opening of your little womb. i mean, he's inhuman so his dick game is insane, fucking you with a speed that felt impossible and for so long! it's like he's insatiable in the way he's making you convulse around him unwillingly and you can feel the orgasm building up with dread.
when your climax arrives, your tears have completely soaked your gag and your cunt grows so sloppily wet n tight around childe that he spills his load right into your womb, flooding your walls with cum and letting you collapse with all the liquids spilling out your abused pussy. you can't move of course, being bound and fucked so hard that your muscles feel sore, so childe just leaves you there before entering the driver's seat to take you to his secluded cabin, thinking to himself that he's got a chain perfect to go with your neck and legs at home for you so he can keep fucking you till he gets bored!
t a g g i n g : fred jones sr, judy reeves, brad chiles.
t i m e f r a m e : summer 1995
l o c a t i o n : coolsville
n o t e s : zulema said it’s finally time to expand the coolsville cinematic universe. for more insight to the foolery read freddy’s self-discovery para.
when the town of coolsville comes to mind you don’t think of the white picket fences, family barbecues in the summertime heat or pleasantville USA. No, you think of the deaths, the monsters, the mysteries that run deep within the town. for years, mayor jones has tried his best to bury the past. He wanted to present this squeaky clean image. a town you could raise a family in, after all, his family was the mold. perfect mayor & father and perfect son.
and if he couldn’t do that, he would just bank on how marketable the town was.
not everyone could keep up with the joneses after all.
judy reeves knew that all too well. her curiosity is what ultimately lead to her demise. had she only stopped digging perhaps she could’ve had the white picket fence dream her boyfriend always dreamed for them and their son.
being a coolsville native, judy always knew there was something off about the town. bad things always happened to coolsville inhabitants. the neighbouring city of hallow falls seemed to have the same luck, not as bad, she thought. sure, they had the myth of the sanderson sisters but at least people didn’t die every couple of years in their town. coolsville didn’t have that luck. she could tell you the stories of each killer by heart. she had memorized them, found an interest in it like every teen had.
captain cutler, miner-forty-niner, creeper, fireball mcphan, ben ravencroft, jonathan jacobo, lena dupree and most recently tommy lomis. all infamous for the crimes they had committed against the town. all now stories told to scare children. but judy knew there was more to it. these weren’t stories or just random happenings. it was a curse.
coolsville was cursed.
over the years the stories no longer struck fear into the hearts of the people of coolsville. the last spree had happened in 1978 at the now demolished camp Grimwood. The Jones family had seen to it that the camp would be gone in hopes for the town to move on. They had healed now. it felt right to go back to a life or normalcy. it’s what brad had wanted for them - especially when their son robbie came along.
judy reeves and brad chiles, high school sweethearts turned young parents had always been stuck to each other’s side through thick and thin. Judy a bright girl with an extraordinary future before her. at least, that’s what everyone said. valedictorian, prom queen, top of her class and just over all a wonderful girl. everyone believed she was going places until she found herself shacked up with brad chiles, the boy from the other side of the tracks who was nothing but trouble. they all said the moment they met her life was over. when she got pregnant her senior year of high school everyone believed it to be true. another waste of a perfectly good future. it’s why the elite of coolsville stayed on their side.
but Judy had never been like them. she wasn’t a classist asshole like her parents. Brad wasn’t some fun little side project either. she genuinely loved him and their son who game into the world on graduation. she didn’t need fancy titles, nice cars or riches to make her happy in life. the family she had created with brad was enough. life was perfect in her eyes
that is until her brother murdered innocent people.
it was a late summer in june. Brad’s brother, Jacob, who worked at the local mall was on a closing shift. He was supposed to return home just like he always did but instead they received a call from sheriff stone. Jacob was dead. Not only that he had murdered five people at the mall including his best friend, Alice May. The only way to stop him was a shot through the head.
Judy couldn’t believe it. She refused to believe it. Brad’s brother would never do such a thing. Jacob was a good kid he wasn’t capable of murder. there was only one reason as to why he would behave in such a way.
the curse.
it had to be the curse. Judy was so sure of it. There was no way Jacob could ever do such a thing.
“There has to be some knowledge about it.” Judy said as she looked through books in the local library.
“babe, it’s late. we’ve been at this for hours. we’ve found nothing.” which is exactly what brad expected. he didn’t have the heart to tell his girlfriend to stop. nor did he have the heart to tell her that trying to place a curse on his brother’s actions didn’t help the grieving process.
“brad, I know there has to be something here. everyone chants about that damn curse and spit it in your face. they write it on the walls, for christ sa-” a hand fell on judy’s hand during her tangent.
“our son is at home.” was all brad said and judy stopped to look at him with sad eyes. as much as her stubbornness wanted to keep pushing for answers Judy knew that Robbie was waiting for them at home. Another day, she thought. another day she’d try it again. for now, she would go home and take care of her son.
.....
as much as brad wanted judy to stop her wild goose chase he knew she would never stop. by the end of june he had enough of it. they fought more about her trying to break this silly curse than anything else. he had made peace with what happened with his brother why couldn’t judy just leave it the fuck alone?
“there is no curse judy!” he yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“Yes there is, brad! Why do you think bad things keep happening to this town? consistent murders don’t just happen like they do here.”
“people are monsters. what do you expect? it can’t all be sunshine and rainbows. I know the north side taught you that it was.” there was a silence that fell over them.
“I didn’t mean-” fuck, but he did, didn’t he? he resented judy at times because she came from privilege because she lived in the land of white picket fences and green lawns and he came from the side of the town where your brothers killed innocent people.
“I know that I had it much easier than you. You don’t have to throw that in my face. but why can’t you just believe me? The stories-”
“they’re just ghost stories, judy.”
she turned away from him, not wanting brad to see the tears welling up in her eyes.
“but they’re not.”
.....
it turns out her relentless searching wasn’t for nothing. on her journey for the truth she discovered two of her classmates, Cassidy Williams and Ricky Owens, were believers of the curse as well. in fact, they had a uncovered more clues than judy had alone.
the curse, was believed to be brought upon by annabeth fier. a witch from hallow falls. it was said she cursed the town for hanging her and every so years she came and exacted her revenge on coolsville for what they had done to her.
for the first time it made sense. a town full of mysteries and this had to be the biggest one of all. Ricky and Cassidy held the biggest clue of all - an occult book with information on the curse and a path to the witches mark. it felt like a long shot and maybe it was but it was also the closest judy had gotten to the truth. she couldn’t give up now that she was close. the truth was being dangled before her. if she could prove that the curse was real maybe she could also break it as well.
although things were tense between her and brad he had promised to accompany her on the journey. not without a price of course. if this turned out to be a hoax, as he believed it to be, he made judy promise him this is the last that she’d ever bring up the curse. it was the deal judy had agreed to. she would do just about anything to bring back some normalcy between her and brad again. she knew he was mostly going for his own peace of mind since he didn’t trust the stranger leading judy on her wild goose chase.
the four of them were going to uncover the truth of coolsville.
......
The witches mark was located until the coolsville mall which is where the grimwood camp massacre took place. the mall was reopened now that a month had passed after the murder. judy could tell brad was tense sitting the the driveway. the pain would never go away, the wound was still too fresh. there was a wave of guilt that washed over judy as she stared at the building before her.
Cassidy’s uncle worked as a janitor for the mall so they had access to the place after dark. the only way to get under was to get in. after strategic planning the four made their way into the building once closed. From the looks of the map the closest entrance was a grate near the emergency exit. it was a tight squeeze but the four of them managed to get in.
it was dark and cold. the underlying tunnels under the mall were cave like. the further they ventured the more the air in the channels seemed to shift. there was buzzing in the distance of what seemed like flies and a pounding? why was there pounding in caves. It sounded like a heart, beating rhythmically in time to theirs. it seemed to grow louder, faster the four swore the ground beneath them was vibrating. as they continued the once barren cave was now grown with red moss, littering every inch of the walls around them and soon they found themselves at the heart of it all.
etched out before them was the same symbol in the book cassidy was holding. the witches mark. The four of them stared at it in awe until ricky’s voice broke the silence. “Yo, guys y’all might wanna see this.” the trio turned to see giant slabs of stone before them with writing present on each one. judy got closer to see what was written before her.
captain cutler, miner-forty-niner, creeper, fireball mcphan, ben ravencroft, jonathan jacobo, lena dupree, tommy lomis and jacob chiles.
all the names of the coolsville killers.
“Every single person written here went on a killing spree.” Ricky said softly as he began to reach out to touch the stone but was abruptly stopped by brad.
“So what does that mean someone’s playing god and forcing people to do this shit?” brad spat, his eyes staring intently at his brother’s name.
“Close.”
a voice called from the distance.
“I wouldn’t call it god.” from the shadows of the tunnel appeared Fred Jones, the mayor’s son. coolsville’s golden boy in every single way. The Jones family was one of if not the wealthiest family in town with immense power in their hands. the way he was staring at the four of them left judy’s stomach uneasy.
“how do you know about this place?” she asked, pretending to not hear the latter part of his statement.
“better question, why are you and how did you get that?” he said, nodding towards the book that cassidy was now holding close to her chest.
“Don’t make me ask you again or else-” judy started but was promptly cut off. “Or else what? you’re going to cry curse again? my god, Judy, you’ve turned into the town nut. who’s going to listen to a word you say? after you’ve lost your status shacking up with that southside trash no one is going to care what you think. I mean, if you dump him maybe they would but with that brat of yours....” and as if on cue another figure emerged from the shadows carrying a sleeping robbie in their arms. “no one will ever believe you again.”
At the sight of their child, Brad began to lunge towards Fred but was halted by a raised finger and a a string of tsks. “You wouldn’t want to wake the baby now would you?”
“What do you want, Fred?” Judy croaked out, her hand placed on Brad’s arm as she tried to keep her boyfriend at bay. she was barely keeping her own composure.
“I want the book. It belong to my family. I also want your compliance. The four of you know too much. I can’t have you silly little wannabe sleuths exposing the truth. So i want you gone. All of you are to leave coolsville before sunrise. that is, if you’d like to live of course. Give me any problems or tell a soul about any of this and i’ll make sure brad’s name is right under his brothers.” he paused to look brad dead in the eyes who was now looking as pale as a ghost. “you’ll only remember bits and pieces of killing them, Bradley but I know you’ll remember the sound of their screams and their blood on your hands.” the wicked grin on fred’s face struck fear into the very core of all four of them.
“and to make sure no funny business occurs. i’m keeping him. for collateral.” Fred added as baby robbie was placed into his arms. and at that the four of them were being escorted out of the cave by fred’s goons. judy doesn’t remember much. the entire situation was a haze of emotions. the next thing she remembered was driving away in brad’s van, an unsettling silence hanging over them as tears streamed down her face. the sunset before them was a sign that day was here once again. how could she begin to think of a new day when her entire world had been shattered in an entire night?
she should have listened to brad and stopped searching for answers in ghost stories.
that’s all they weren’t after all.
stories.
......
looking down at the child in his arms fred’s brows furrowed as his index finger caressed the smooth cheek of the child. It caused the baby to stir but never waking up. Fred almost found it endearing. almost. There was no time for attachments. There was a prophecy to be continued. the baby in his arms was the key for their success.
“Dad always said I needed an heir. you’ll be just perfect won’t you, freddy?”
......
freddy looked down at the book in front of him. when he searched his father's belongings he had found the book hidden next to his files. after the monsters had attacked freddy looked to the book for answers. he was going to show the gang but with all that was going on how could he bring up coolsville mysteries when they were fighting for their lives? he knew how to read a room.
so now here he was alone in his room looking at the book. he hadn’t dare open it since he brought it back. what laid within it scared freddy more than anything but if he was going to get answers about his father he needed to start here.
why else would his father have this if it wasn’t important?
so he opened it only to find that the curse was true. the one he had heard stories of that his father said was nothing but bullshit. just like his pretend mysteries.
the only way to break the curse was to unite hand with body.
PART ONE of a REWARD SOLO for PROMOTION TO SECOND-IN-COMMAND
tw: death, kidnapping
“I guess you’re probably wondering what the fuck you’re looking at right now, huh?” He pauses, a grin tugging at his lips which indicates that he’s having a much better time than the six Hydrus members tied up in the middle of the large factory floor. “Guess you probably recognize these unfortunate sons of bitches. I’m just gonna get straight to the point… I am about ninety-nine percent sure that one of our brothers here has been feeding more information to a rival gang. I know that we all identify as snakes here, but some of these people just take that title way too seriously. Now… A little bird told me that Lynx knows more than they should about our current situation, and I narrowed it down a bit… Tried weeding out the ones I knew had my back. All signs point here. The issue is… I have no way of knowing which one it probably was, and I know that none of them would flat out tell me.” He laughs a little, as if the situation is humorous to him. “We have a lot of mean, selfish people here. Hell, that’s what makes us so fun.” After another short pause, his expression hardens once again. “Which is what leaves us here… I’m going to let you decide what happens. Their venomous little lives are in your hands, Dante.” To punctuate his statement, he moves closer to Dante and puts an arm around him, briefly squeezing his shoulder and looking him in the eye to indicate that he trusts him to make the right call. Seconds later, he’s retreating and turning away as he continues to speak.
“If it were me, I’d just kill ‘em all to make sure I eliminated the threat, but… This is a test, so I want to see what you do to help this shit storm of a situation. Everyone in here is looking to you for a solution. If you want to be Second in Command to the King… you have to know how to lead your people and make these tough calls. So… Fix this.”
Jongsuk’s expression is carefully blank as he eyes the men lined up before him.
To anyone who doesn’t know him, he might even look bored by all the pomp and circumstance of this little test-- but this is a show meant only for an audience of one.
This is a show put on for a King.
So Jongsuk plays his part. He stands tall and listens to King’s monologue, to his taunts and insinuations. He doesn’t flinch when the old man throws an arm around his shoulders with a sharp smile either, doesn’t shudder despite the contact making his skin crawl. There’s no doubt in his mind that if he makes the wrong move here, his blood will be left to stain the filthy concrete of the warehouse floor right along with the blood of the men bound before him.
King’s little line up is a mix of familiar faces-- some more so than others. A few Jongsuk recognizes from past jobs worked together. Others, he recognizes only in passing. None of them are anyone he’d have considered worthy of note, however it's clear they've done something to land themselves on King's radar following Drifter's betrayal.
Time is not on Jongsuk's side tonight.
Under other circumstances, he would take his time with the six men before him, extract the information King seeks with his blade, but answers aren't what the boss is truly after. No. He'd bet his life on it that King already has all the answers he needs from this lot.
This isn't an interrogation.
It's a test-- King said so himself, after all.
All too aware of the boss’ sharp eyes on him, of the collective gaze of the Hydrus members gathered, Jongsuk reaches for the gun holstered at his hip. He draws the weapon with practiced ease and levels it at the man nearest him. His expression is cool, detached.
"After all this fuss, we can't afford to leave any loose ends," he decides before he squeezes the trigger.
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[ y a n d e r e s ??? 👀 ]
Indeed 👀 My current idea is that Ivar is exhausted with the people he cares for— his parents, the villagers, even Milla— dying. Whether they be family, friend, or love interest, he vows to protect his loved ones from death, even if he can only save one person. And what better way to protect someone than kidnapping them and forcing them to live in a hidden basement beneath his house where no danger could possibly find them? He doesn’t mind if this person hates him; he won’t force them to love him, even if he is romantically interested in them. As long as they’re safe and under his care, he can sleep soundly at night. But if an outsider should threaten that safety, Ivar won’t hesitate to resort to violence. If it’s to protect the person he cares about, murder is morally acceptable, right?
I have a few feelings about this AU if you couldn’t tell lol
I LUUVVV UR BLOG SO SO MUCHH
u got me sooo so into pervy stalker childe x reader so frickin mucchhh >.< mwa mwa fave genshin writer tbh i peek at this account DAILYY
i think about stalker childe all day long. ‘m feeling ill so imagine him faking concern, feeding you medicine only for you to pass out!!! silly you, you should’ve never trusted your stalker’s olive branch. cause now he’s got you locked up in his apartment, walls plastered with images of ya <3
been running on 6 hours of sleep since 4am for only two days now for school so am very brain damaged </3
also just got into my comp sci class for the semester and i got violent flashbacks to degen anon's ask with the perverted genshin men.. heart eyes all throughout class i tell you
I'll probably whip you up something on a weekend since im finally free then, soo nighty night now laven and take care of yourself ^^
from yours truly,
— 🌌/cosmos anon ❤︎
givin u a biggggg kith for the bedo thirst! hoping you survived that class n got some caffiene/good sleep eventually my darlin cosmos <3
holy crap comp sci war flashbacks (i just totally failed my coding class.. need to visit albedo to try get my grades up.)
i'll add to your thirst with some kidnapping & stalking - draft it while i'm at work MUAHAHAHA. luv you lots <3
may i request a drabble! with aki and finding pictures of yourself
Warning: Implied kidnapping.
Wc: 590
You’re unsure of what to think as you hold the small brown box in your lap. There’s a dryness in your throat and your hands are shaking as you hold the small square pictures. Your face and body are captured in every single one. There’s an array of them, but most of them were taken while you were sleeping. Here. In the blue walls of your best friend's apartment.
This was the last thing you would have suspected Aki of doing. He had always been someone you had trusted. Someone who you could depend on. It had to be some sort of trick right? Someone probably planted these in Aki’s room. Aki was incapable of doing something like this, but Denki? The blond haired teen was always talking about wanting to grope boobs and complaining about being a virgin. He was more likely to be the culprit than your dear sweet Aki.
Your heart's still beating rapidly in your chest when you hear the door to the restroom across Aki’s bedroom open, the sound of soft footsteps approaching quickly. Doing your best you shove every single photo back into the box, shoving it back under the bed where you had found it. You fix your hair and do your best to compose yourself, wiping the sweat that’s starting to form on your forehead. You’ve barely made it back onto the bed, pretending to scroll on your phone when Aki walks back in, “Hope you don’t mind but Himeno says she’s coming by later. Something about us not hanging out enough after work.”
You're scared of how your voice will come out, afraid of what you could give away by speaking. “That’s fine. A-actually I should go,” you get up from your spot, picking up your shoes and purse from the end of his bed, “I have…a few things to do.”
Aki quirks an eyebrow at you, “What? You just got here though.”
“I-I know, but it had completely slipped my mind that I had a few errands to do.” You’re walking out of his door, holding your bag close to your chest. “I’ll see you later okay?” You get on your tippy toes and press a kiss on his cheek, trying to keep things as normal as possible.
“Bye, y/n,” Aki watches as you disappear past the threshold of his bedroom door, slowly becoming smaller as you walk down the hall. Sighing, Aki turns back to his bed, getting ready to flatten out the creases you had made. He’s bending down to tuck the end of the sheet under the mattress when the box catches his eyes. It’s slightly out of place from where he had left it, pushed in further back and away from the footboard.
Everything seems to slowly click inside his head. Your slightly tense stance. Your hurry to leave the apartment. The way you shook a bit when you kiss his cheek. He hasn’t heard the front door open or shut, so he drops the mattress back down and runs towards you.
You're barely starting to open the door when it’s slammed shut. His body radiates heat against your body, him touching you making you queasy now. Aki’s voice comes out heavy and desperate, “It’s not what you think. Y/n please give me a chance to explain.”
You're shaking now, fingers gripping the end of your shirt, “Please, Aki, just let me leave.”
His breath is warm against the back of your neck, “I can’t do that. I need to make you understand first.”
