#yandere poly

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You Have to Let Someone In….

Since the Cataclysm, you’ve become very careful. Finding the right time to vacate your tiny apartment for a freshly abandoned property. Scavenging for food past FEMA and turning away wanderers from the house. Only accepting your old roommate after vigorously checking for signs of a Visitor. 

All for it to be for naught since your dunce of a roommate is lonely. 

“I had to let them in! They’re just like us!”

He tried to reason with you, unknowingly justifying the intrusive thought of shooting him then and there. Keeping the neutral expression on your face, you go to the room, he so willingly offered to these intruders. Standing in front of the door as you recounted the bullets in the gun’s magazine. Clicking it into place, you had every intention of opening the door and open firing on this couple until a hand tightly held yours. 

Your roommate, wide-eyed with tears in their eyes, made you shiver. Incurring the burning in your eyes and making your nose run, you stop. 

“Please, (Y/n)...the more people the better.”

Refusing to look at that pitiful expression any longer, you pulled your hand away. Turning to your bedroom, you purposefully stomped in its direction, “Just know this means you are sleeping alone.”

Offended noises sounded from him, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Locking the bedroom door behind you and barricade it with a dresser. You closed your blinds and settled into the bed you’d found. Letting the tears that threatened to come dry up before you slept.

If you couldn’t trust the only one you had left, what good was it trusting anyway?

“So this is the infamous (Y/n), eh? I’m Satoru Gojo and this is Suguru. ”

“Geto. Suguru Geto. Thank you for letting us stay.”

“I’ll need to run tests.”

“What’s your farthest memory?”

“Ha that’s easy the first time I met this guy I totally tried to kill him.”

“With safety scissors in a kindergarten room, mind you.”

“Not a laugher, huh?”

“You?”

“Ah probably my Father and Mother sending me to boarding school.”

“What was it called?”

“Jujutsu prep.”

“Happy now? All your tests came back with good results.”

“Hm.”

“Your weapons all of them.”

“(Y/n) c’mon you can’t ask that! In these times–”

“They came here because they wanted to be safe, right. Well I’m armed and there’s no way in but the front door. You’re safe. You won’t be needing any of that anymore, right?”

“Right.”

“I said all of them.”

“(Y/n)! What is up with you?!”

“Shut. Up. Suguru?”

“....hm you caught me.”

“Enjoy your stay. Ration rules are two cans a day; fresh stuff is up for grabs if it’s still good. Try to feed someone other than yourself if you do make something.”

“Anything else?”

“Don’t get infected. It’ll save me the trash bags.”

“I’m so sorry about them—”

It has been three days since you let your guests stay. For now, the majority of your living space is lived in by the newcomers. Quickly, they make themselves at home, offering to cook and do chores when the sun is out. Your days consist of mapping out routes for larger scavenging trips that avoid the people-abducting FEMA. Coming home to the other mouths you have to feed makes you all the more insistent to check for signs of being a visitor. No matter how many times you’ve checked, you refuse to relent, wanting to be certain that the home was ready for the many guests it would be receiving soon. The only comfort was that your master bedroom was fitted with enough locks to wake you or, in the best case, halt the attack of any possible visitors. 

Tonight, your roommate was awake and at your door. Demanding an audience while you washed off the stench of the journey. 

“(Y/n) why are you icing me out?! We’re in this together, aren’t we?”

Running harshly over your skin the the dirt that comes off brings a rare satisfaction. The simplicity of a mere bath is better than dealing with the social intricacies of the Cataclysm. A semi-relaxed huff leaves your mouth and you don’t bother to look at the frazzled silhouette of your shower curtain, “We were until you chose yourself over our safety.”

He was angrily pacing all around the small expanse of the master bathroom, “Chose myself?! I did the right thing and gave people refuge! Besides, FEMA's coming and they’re going to need someone!”

You sucked your teeth, yelling at that stupid shadow through the curtain, “FEMA didn’t even know we were in here until you did that!”

“How could you possibly know that?!”

The question brings a point to light that you neglected. He didn’t know because you hadn’t told him. Such a small detail that could have very well towed the line of life and death. Rubbing the undressed scratch on your knee you're much gentler, your speech matching the sentiment.

“I’ve been around and I’ve seen things.”

. “...I thought you stopped,” His shadow stops pacing, and he sits on the closed toilet beside the tub. “…when did you start going back?”

The pause you initiate is heavy with the solemn command to never do something so dangerous alone again. The declaration was made by you after narrowly losing your roommate to a religious fanatic over a few cans of tomato soup. Very quickly, you discovered that such a concept wasn’t ideal for your living situation. This place wasn’t the home of a hermit, and you weren’t a conspiracy theorist waiting for the world to end. If you wanted to feed yourself and your roommate…and whoever else would be coming, you needed to have more than enough.

“The second shortage…we need everything we can get if I’m going to stop completely.”

He doesn’t answer immediately, head hanging low before he reaches to pull back the curtain. Pulling it back to comically show his mischievous grin, “Look at you offering two cans! So generous!”

Not bothering to rush, you playfully push at his face. Standing, you grab the towel waiting on a rack, wrapping it around you, “We’ll have to tighten up if we’re bringing others in.”

His eyes widened, and a smile far too wide quirked up.

“Really?! You want to?”

“No, but FEMA saw and so did other wanderers…and likely the visitors too.”

His posture slouches, and he pouts, looking up to you with a face similar to a begging puppy dog. 

“Can we sleep together again?”

You chuckle, “I thought you were saving yourself for our new housemates?”

He huffs.

“I’m pretty sure they’re together, so that doesn’t really work.”

Strutting to the mirror, you finish drying yourself. Sparing a glance to look at his sullen expression as he glares at his hands.

“I don’t know, they are kinda zesty, I mean, isn’t that what you like?”

He joins you in the mirror, leaning on your bare shoulder.

“Yeah, but no one can beat the main side piece! I’m kidding, but please, I don’t want to be alone.”

Playing hardball, you finish the rest of your routine. Finding your mouth and heading for your bed, he desperately pleas.

 “....You can be in the same bed—”

“YES!”

“---But you likely won’t see much of me. Between scavenges and checking for Visitors, I won’t be in here long.”

Finally, climbing into the bed, your roommate follows. Curling up beside you just like before the Cataclysm. Warm and grounded, the vibration of his voice is soothing upon your aching bones. 

“It’s fine I’ll take it. Besides, who’s going to make sure you sleep?”

It hurt to distance yourself for the couple of days you did. It was necessary for the time to come. The house was going to get more filled, and the likelihood of a Visitor ruining any semblance of peace. 

“Whatever.”

The house is slowly filling up with more people who have survived your many tests and are eating their share of the rations. Steadily bringing the four-digit number of cans and goods down to a hundred, you feel the need to search for more. That was the reason you cited to your roommate for your continuous trips. Which was only a partial truth. 

In reality, the window for any scavenging was becoming smaller and smaller as FEMA, the Visitors, and the Death Cultists were becoming more aggressive. Already you’d spotted too many fellow scavengers being abducted or hung on street lamps acting as signs for the unhoused–an omen for death. 

Inclined to listen, you wanted to push for two more scavenges, but seeing how this one turned out there may not be many. Heading out the second, the set you happened upon an abandoned shed, the blood of its former inhabitants decorating the door and floor it had. Within was a more optimistic sight as untouched groceries piled in the corner. Seeing as the blood-torn bodies of inhabitants ensure that poison wasn’t used in their end, you gather up all you can carry. Your back still aches in protest, but you keep your posture upright. Prepared for anything to disrupt your delivery.

Too bad you were outnumbered. 

The horde of people who descended upon you were dressed in cloaks, haggard, and smelling of rot. Their fingers, scraped and bleeding, dug into any feature they could of you: your hair, your clothes, your cheeks. It was almost enough to pin you down, but your reflexes were fueled by a familiar adrenaline. Gun in your hand, you got most of them, aiming for the heart—watching them drop to the ground, you hoped the others would run. Most of them did, but the one too close to fire the gun did not. Hands tightly squeezing your neck, kicking their feet at your flailing hands. A well-aimed stomp on your hand loosens your grip on the gun, leaving your trusty defense on the sunburnt ground. Quickly, you search for the knife at your waist, but the hand you raise to search is grabbed by one of the uninjured assailants.

Unable to even claw at the one choking you, the black dots are overtaking your vision. The remaining air you have in your lungs is running out, and the burn within screeches as loud as your desperate heartbeat. Like in the books, your life does flash, but the brightest parts are of the time before, and the most recent is the sight of your roommate smiling widely while playing a card game with the newcomers. 

How sweet.

You didn’t think you’d get to see them again. 

This is where you will die.

The black of your vision slowly fades into the darkened suburb, where you were scouting. Along the barren ground are your attackers—the men in cloaks, still as you made. More accurately, some of them.

Hearing the sound of flesh being stabbed into and the swift ruffling of clothes. Someone—a blur currently—beats the remaining wild man into the ground. Their rabid lunges and foaming teeth are being evaded with an expertise you’d never seen before. This blur rolls and ducks a clawed grip, standing tall with your discarded firearm in hand. 

In two shots, the fight is over. 

All the cloaked people are dead and easily stepped over by the blur that walks closer to you. It bends down, and the tickling of their longer strands reminds you that this isn’t an out-of-body experience. 

You are alive.

“What? Weren’t you curious when you found that many knives on me?”

Sitting you up before you can answer is Suguru Geto. One of the guests in your home—possibly the most polite one out of all of them. Other than his less-than-desired introduction, he wasn’t a deadweight. Cooking, cleaning, even sharing observations from suspicious guests, allowing you to weed out the Visitors before another night. 

Your body tingles with the rush of blood allowed to flow, leaving you unresponsive as Suguru pulls at your hand to stand. Thankfully, you can rely on his strength more than your own, as you wobble to stand. Your backpack wasn’t helping, but you didn’t mind. Crouching delicately to pick up a can that escaped your bag. 

Still in a haze, the smell of cedar puts you on alert much too late. Face to face with Suguru, who’s intently inspecting your face.

“When’s the last time you’ve eaten…or slept..?”

Pulling away from him, you move in the direction you came from, the shed behind you a good reminder. 

“Gee, what a compliment, it is an apocalypse, you know?”

Suguru runs to catch up to you, “Doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take care of yourself.”

Speeding up, you hope to kill any semblance of this conversation,“I appreciate the care, but I need to stay sharp so that I can–”

A sharp jab at the back of your ankle has you keeling over, “AH!” 

On the ground, you quickly glare at Suguru, who casually walks to your side. With a glare of his own directed at you, “That’s sharp? That’s honestly so sad, (Y/n). You really think Visitors aren’t going to take advantage? “

He kicks into your side. Not quite your stomach, but still you feel the bruises freshly given yelp along with you. Stunting your attempt to stand. A light shadow crosses your face as you watch the steeled grooves of Suguru’s boot coming down on your head. Saving your nose you turn your head to the side, letting your cheek take the brunt of the force as he leans down over you,

“Desperate Wanderers? Pushing you down and taking everything you worked so hard to find?”

He doesn’t stop pressing even with you struggling, and your first response is to reach for your knife. Glancing above, you shrouded in darkness, you expect the endless scowl of your other attackers. The frenzied expression of their madness drives them to attack for no better reason, but this is different. 

His visage reeks of anger.

Like the way you’re parents used to back when you were young and dumb.

Angry at your decisions.

Angry that you’d done something ill-advised.

Anger at your fragility. 

Relenting, you raised your hands the best you could, “I GOT IT!  I got it…I’m just scared.”

When he gets off of you, all the bruises and cuts you received ache as a unified front. Still you stand and prepare to ignore them in favor of finally completing this run. Trying to go forward you’re stopped by Suguru, who turns his back to you. Curling your lip you’re worried he’s about to say something outlandish after beating you into the ground.

“Get on my back.”

“What?!”

“Get on my back.”

“Ha I’m good.”

Walking past him, you only get a couple of steps ahead before his voice stops you in your tracks.

“Do you want me to knock you out and drag you the rest of the way?”

Slowly looking over your shoulder, it registers to you that he has nothing on but a tactical vest, your gun on his belt, and an entirely serious scowl that basically shouted, ‘I will definitely knock you out, I’m not joking. 

Rubbing your hands over your face exasperatedly, you slouch in a defeated pout, “...I’ll get on your back.”

“Good.”

He smiles like a good-natured soul who didn’t just threaten you. Still smiling as you hobble to his crouched form and hop on, clutching the straps of your backpack. Seemingly unbothered by your weight and the cans he trudges back to the house at a steady pace. Observing the hidden route you’d made perfectly, he goes undetected by the various enemies of the Cataclysm roaming at night. 

At some point, your head starts to fall. Heavy as a dumbbell, you accidentally find yourself waking to the black strands of Suguru’s hair. Every time you shake yourself awake cursing at yourself for being a burden, a poke at your thighs brings your attention to your ride, speaking quietly to you.

“Trust me, please. If only for this trip. I’ve got you.”

“Okay…I will.

When you wake, it’s at a fraction of your usual alertness. The heavy clopping of steps against the wooden creaking floors. The soft, sturdy weight beside your head is impossibly warm. More akin to a heating pad or heated water, something lightly cooling from a boil. It was both a reprieve from the chilled atmosphere of the night and a shock to feel such heat before the sun was up.  

It could be a fever. 

The circumstances lined up perfectly for just the thing. The lack of sleep, the scratchiness of your throat, your back twisted in knots—you could feel the onset of a natural regulation creeping up on you. It would make sense why you couldn’t fight the cultist’s dredges; the slowness of your body taking hold of you. Leaving you at the mercy of the one carrying you into the belly of your home. 

“Gentle, I think they broke their foot.”

The authoritative, sultry voice was the guest: Suguru Geto. The survivalist who would rather drag you back unconscious if it meant you went willingly. Who discovered your route and tracked you more than 100 meters from the house? It’s impressive as it is frightening, and it’s slightly more daunting when you look to the side to see your roommate near tears as he speedily walks behind the one carrying you.

“Oh no, I knew this would happen one day! Why didn’t I just stop you!?”

He’s mulling over it himself, wiping tears that fall down to his neck. Wanting nothing more than to reach out to the exhaustion waves you off. Surely the duo busying themselves with putting you to bed will soothe your friend. In the faux sympathetic blanket way that they do in the movies, when a character is emotionally responsible witness the punishment of not intervening or their careless advice having consequences.

“You’re right. You should have stopped them long ago, or at least have gone with them. It’s a miracle, they haven’t died sooner.”

Your friend breaks into a fit of tears, crumbling to the floor as your door is pushed open. Returned to the confines of your bed, the lull of sleep demands you meet within seconds. A mercy is allowed, though you watch your fortified escape being boarded up by none other than the one who laid you down seconds ago. 

His broad back and white spikey hair matched the smiley-looking guest: Gojo Satoru.

You felt the brush of a hand on your face, but your body is expressly seeking sleep. As the darkness welcomes you, a single thought dances into the void.

I’ll wipe his tears when I get up…”

The static crackling of a radio seeps into the dream you’re having. You know it’s a dream because your siblings were there, dumbly rolling in golden spun grass that waves into the wind like a woman’s hair in the wind. Soft with dead roots occasionally catching a leg, sending them tumbling further down the slope. 

The broken words of the radio still creep in. Past the singing birds, the boisterous laughing, the wind wooshing past your ear to kiss your cheek. The illusion broke like shards of a mirror—sudden and disheartening. 

Wasting no time, your eyes snap open to the Television. A small set you nabbed from a robbed store, it had a crack from the middle trailing to the bottom of the set. The same anchor droned about something, but all your brain wanted to focus on was the fizzling radio. 

When you rose, it was nice not to feel the stabbing pain of lethargy clawing at your back. The bed dipped as you moved your numbed legs and arms. Swinging them to the ground, the heat of the wood against your toes told you the day was here. The rays peaking out from the vents you closed, temporarily blind and burn; their reflection on the opposite wall is still powerful enough. Shutting your eyes, you already know where the furniture and supplies are placed. The routine of passing by them so many times, you don’t need your sight to view them. 

Before you can step through the door, you're against something warm. 

Too warm to be a human…so it must be a column, something reacting to the reflection of the sun’s heat. Making a note to patch up the spot later, you step around it, walking directly to the radio sitting on an end table. 

It’s easy for your hands to find the knobs, to twist and turn them until the broken conversations become whole. 

“--astard FEMA! THEY’VE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME! What are we supposed to do!? Let the VISITOR’S WIN?! Let these guys in suits take ALL WE HAVE!? WHAT CAN WE DO–”

This poor man’s lamentations fade into broken static, the white noise of empty radio waves owning the channels once again. His words survive with you, rolling with the quieted sense of danger that settled with your body when you slept. Waking it up with the gentleness of ice-water.

“Shine? Where’s Shine?!”

Eyes wide open, your vision fills with the colorful spots that sudden brightness brings. Yet it doesn’t stop you from analyzing the silhouettes or lack thereof that are familiar to you. The number of guests lounging about has dwindled a trio unfamiliar to you occupies the corners of the few rooms you have. 

Slapping a hand on your forehead, the obvious truth dawns on you. Running back to your room, you're certain the weight beside you on the bed was him. It had to be. Slamming your door open to your room, your heart breaks at the sight of the first guests you let in. 

“Glad that you’re up and moving! Feeling any bett–”

“Where’s Shine?”

The platinum-haired man’s face contorts at the name, as if he hadn’t the slightest idea who that was. The ravennette who stands beside rises from the bed in a casual state of undress. Whose locks diligently cling to the pillows you’ve slept on, suggesting that he stayed in the same place the entire time. 

“Your roommate?” His voice is much too calm for the severity of the situation, and it angers you. 

“Yes! The other person who owns this place?! Where has he gone!? Why can’t I find him?!”

The two of them share a look, pity directed at you.

“FEMA came and took them.”

Grabbing at the shirt that hung loosely on him, you shook him.

“How could you let that happen?!”

The man who’d tracked you, however many days or hours it was when you had left. The man who’d wrestled your attackers with unfathomable ease. Who actually carried you and the cans you’d harvested with ease and speed to get you home before sunrise. 

Who woefully shrugged when you asked how they lost your roommate to Them.

Hands warm as the sun grabbed at your shoulders, sliding down your arm to pull at your wrists, ”Calm down…it was just a day ago…we can get them back.”

Suguru’s eyes snapped to the man behind you, a conversation too covert to decipher. Still, you released him, turning to Gojo in hopes of understanding if this was the truth. Eyes as blue as the sky used to be, you find yourself struggling to read him.

“Really…how would you do that?”

He hesitates, and Suguru coughs. Turning back to him to find him smiling, you're once again certain they’re communicating over your head.

“After I follow them when you give them the rest of the people in here.

You turn to him in horror, ”But then I’d be all alone…that thing would kill me.”

The floors didn’t creak, the wind didn’t swish. All you felt was Suguru’s breath in your ear as he stood at your side.

“You won’t be alone. You’ll have me.” 

Your gaze flickers between the two, their smiles a sheer glass over something else, something unknown. But seeing no better option, you relent. 

“Great, now let’s make sure you eat.”

Between their suffocating care and their endless chatter, you found no time to slip away to speak to your other guests. To warn them about the plan to save your roommate, mind you it wouldn’t have been asking, but the thought would have counted. So that when night fell and the officer demanded people, you ushered the odd number of people out.

“Thank you for the extra people. We’ll remember this the next time we come to collect.”

The masked man’s reassurance did not reassure you as you watched him disappear from your limited view. Even when Suguru pulled you from the door, the worry in your stomach didn’t settle in the slightest. 

“Let me handle the door. You still need your rest.”

Your belief in that command was nonexistent, continuously turning on your side while Suguru stayed at the door, answering those who came to the door. While you expected someone to be let in, Suguru returned you all too early into the night.

“Was everyone who visited a visitor?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

“How’d you know?”

“Checked their teeth.”

It was too quick. An answer baked and cooled before icing needed to be applied. A lie prepared before you’d even asked.

“What were their disguises?”

He tilted his head at you as if amused that you’d even asked.

“A woman, a man, and a child. Happy?”

“....what else made you think they were a visitor?”

His smile faltered and returned, but his eyes darkened by the candlelight. Ominously depicting your warping view of the man in front of you. 

“You really don’t trust me after all we’ve been through?”

It dawns on you that any honest person wouldn’t deflect so blatantly. A pathological liar would have created a whole backstory before questioning your trust. This was villainy unshrouding itself, and your tired muscles were tensing like they already knew this.

“Why would you let them take Shine? You can fight!”

“I’m not exactly equipped with all my usual tools, am I?”

The glance is short. It’s the third drawer of the dresser.

“But you know where they are…I know you’ve opened it. Why didn’t you use it then?”

The lock was loose, hanging delicately enough to appear to still be intact. A cold sweat burns through your body as the true face of your pain isn’t a masked soldier, “...unless you didn’t want to fight them in the first place.”

“That makes me sound bad, doesn’t it?”

The silence between you both is the milliseconds of a chess match played by grandmasters. The seconds allowed between the timers for each master to recognize the strategy, understand their opponent's intention. Waiting until the latest moment to move their hands, adjust their pieces fast enough to baffle the enemy. Your gazes are locked with a weight that precedes time, and when you know his next move, you strike.

“Heagh–Ack!”

Suguru lunges to grab you, narrowly scraping the fabric of your clothes as you duck under the bed. His fingers are digging into your back as you curl deeper underneath, your legs following with a momentum that jabs at his neck. Gurgling for air, you have seconds to click the safety off on your gun. It’s barrel raised to shoot at the recovering man. 

A shot rings out. 

The wood beside your door burns with a blackened hole. 

The bullet lodged in the cedar supports above the frame.

Suguru still breathes. His hot breath fans your face, grunting at the physical strain. Your arms ache with the weight of the gun, but the squeezing of your throat is a much more urgent matter..Your unoccupied hand held down by his foot, and your chest caving at the weight of the man above you. 

One of his fists grabs the nose of the firearm, bending metal with a sickening creak.

“We wanted you to get comfy. Get safe. Not cuddle up with that worthless—”

It snaps and with a frightful pop that triggers tears. Suguru’s sneer softens, “---Sorry he was your friend….as unfortunate as that is, but you’ll have to agree at just about how terrible Shine was.”

The grip on your neck allows you to croak, “Stop it!”

Suguru’s disgusted expression twists with a sadistic smile. 

“He mooched off of your survival strategies.”

Pushing at his grip, you're able to leave the floor a centimeter. That second of hope revives your spirit. 

“STOP!”

That grip on your neck silences the fight within you, crushing your windpipe like your spirits. 

“Put you on the cult's hit-list after saving his sorry–self.”

“No…please…don’t..”

The memories of the adventures you had with Shine weren’t always positive, but it was with Shine, your best friend, your roommate, your ride or die as the world ended. It hurt more than the pressure at your throat that you’re best friend likely wasn’t just taken by FEMA. That your best friend was more than likely dead, and you were none the wiser when it came to his killers. All that you could do was weakly defend his name while black spots clouded your vision.

“And even worse, let in absolute strangers simply because ‘their face-cards did not decline.’ How helpful.”

Allowing you to breathe but not sit up, Suguru readjusted. Letting you weakly gasp for air.

“We’ve been watching you for so long. It hurt not to intervene…but you're such a good little rabbit finding a place to burrow.” 

The patronizing made you want to puke. The cool savior from before was marred by the madman above you, whose smile was sharp and sinister for a man you were certain was a human.

”Making this place a perfect little nest. If it weren’t for that thing, we would have holed up a lot sooner, but we had to clear out the rats first.”

At the mention of your friend, the tears come at full force. Your mind is replaying your last moments. Grief-stricken to the fullest, his words become white noise. Mindless static in the grand scheme of the life you knew…the life you’d come to love. 

“Don’t cry over him. You haven’t even drunk enough water today for that.”

The distant slamming of your front door interrupts. The fear dulled by your grief reanimated at the greater threats. Visitors. 

“Oh, that should be him.”

The gleeful remark is nothing but a harbinger for the monster at your doorway; ducking down to fit past its frame is a figure enshrouded in darkness. Hauntingly cerulean eyes are unnaturally staring, contrasting against the inevitable shadows of the home. Stepping into the flickering light of that lonesome candle, the white-haired pale man is there smiling with all too perfect teeth. 

“I’ve got more planks.”

Said planks crash onto the floor as he lazily releases them. The wood he retrieved has nails on the end as if they were ripped off someone else's home. Which begs the question of where, but considering the soot all over him, the former possibility was incredibly likely. Though Suguru doesn’t seem to care, swiftly coming off of you, to hug the Visitor: Gojo Satoru.

He kisses him, “Good boy. Now let’s fix that door. Then that tunnel, if there’s any way (Y/n) is leaving this house again, it’ll be in a bag.”

You don’t ask him to elaborate. Don’t protest when you're lifted. You don’t do anything.

Because what can you do?

In a world like this? 

You can only live for the people you love.

If the person you love is dead…then you should live for the people who love you, right?

That’s what you tell yourself as the scorching day passes by while you're held tight by Satoru and Suguru. After all in this world, the rule is that you have to let someone in, and if it happens to be the enemies in this apocalypse, so be it. 

[violettesorrows]

The Hand That Feeds: Bites Back

Description: (Yandere! Empress + Emperor x Reader) A glimpse into your life as a mistress and concubine to the nation's monarchs. A continuation of this piece (3.2 K words)

Warnings: overall yandere themes, forced captivity, emotional manipulation, mentions of infantilization/dehumanization, drugging, like explicit drugging, nonconsensual touching, mentions of previous and continued abuse/neglect, sexism if you squint, hints at noncon/dubcon (nothing explicit), dead dove do not eat.

Out of sheer stubborn habit, you woke before dawn.

 Consciously, you know you didn't need to. You could sleep all day if you wished, but your body refused to let you rest. You were too accustomed to your old routine. You would wake up, ready to slave away the day, only to find yourself nestled in silk sheets instead of coarse straw.

 It's been months, yet you still felt like you were in a dream. Like the life you were now living could be ripped away from you at any moment. As it was once it could be again. The only thing keeping you from execution was the whims of your captors. A fact neither of them ever let you forget.         

Your life has changed drastically since you've become the Emperor's mistress. You've traded a maid's rags for the tailored gowns of a consort. Once upon a time, you weren't a stranger to these dresses. What felt like a lifetime ago, you were a princess, a purebred noble who dressed in nothing less than the finest. Now, as your serving girls prepared you for the coming day, the soft fabric felt foreign on your skin. The sensation made you sick.

You were then draped in heavy pearls, a single pendant dangling from your throat. A golden locket  with the names of the Emperor and his wife's names inscribed, with jewels in the same colors as his family crest. A collar chaining you to this empire and its rulers. It was undoubtedly worth a fortune, but a collar nonetheless. 

No matter how many times you conveniently  “lost” the gaudy thing, it would appear the next day like nothing happened. A month ago, you had broken the thing, ripped it straight off your neck and left it discarded in a pile of trash. The Emperor had said nothing, only quietly ordering for the jewellry to be promptly fixed. You thought you had gotten away with your little rebellious deed scott-free, until the Empress caught wind of your actions.

After a long day, you had returned to a completely barren room. Your gowns, jewelry, furniture, all of it was gone. The only thing left was a small pile of hay strewn about the corner. 

 Without a singular word, the Empress had made herself clear: everything you had was freely given and could just as easily be taken away. 

After a night of sleeping on an all too-familiar bed of hay, you had learned your lesson well. Since then, you have treated every gift given like it was more precious than your own life. You wouldn't dare make the same mistake twice. The Empress absolutely despised repeating herself, and she was quick to make her displeasure known. 

One reminder was enough to scare you straight. Since then, you've fallen into a rhythmic routine with the two royals. First on your schedule for the day was breakfast.

This morning, only the Empress accompanied you for breakfast. This came as no surprise, as the Emperor usually had morning council meetings to attend. Or something along those lines. No one bothered telling you anything within these palace walls, and you learned quickly to stop asking. 

Still, you heard a few scraps of information here and there. Odd ends and bits of things you were never intended to overhear. Mostly whispers from the servants of the palace. They talked in hushed tones about a revolt in a neighboring nation, your nation. There were armies, people raising banners in your name.

The news was almost enough to make you smile, if you didn't know you were being watched. You clutched this small kernel of information close to your chest, desperately clinging to it, lest any one take it away from you. For the first time in what felt like years, a new energy hummed through you.  Someone remembered you, someone might be coming for you. And as long as you held on to that belief, there was hope.

At the same time, there was fear.  If there truly was a rebellion, and if it does in fact use your name and likeness… Then there was a metaphorical sword swinging above your head waiting to drop. The more powerful the rebellion came, the more inclined they might feel to kill its figurehead. The closer your people came to the palace and its Emperor, the closer you were to impending doom.

So here you were, yearning for your freedom and your people, and simultaneously hoping you never saw either ever again. 

You felt the hand around your chin before you could fully register it, jarring you out of your thoughts. 

“Dearest, where have you gone?” She asked, her eyes meticulously reading every line of your face. 

Panic flashed across your face too quickly for you to hide it. You could only gape at her as her unnerving stare. She was like a crow circling a corpse, waiting to pick at whatever remains. The Empress always knew how to poke and prod at you in a way that made you feel like your ribcage was being ripped open.

“I…” You debated lying. “Apologies, Your Imperial Majesty, I haven't been sleeping well as of late.”

Her eyes roved over you , inspecting you as she turned your face in her palm, looking for any hint of dishonesty

“So I've heard.” The Empress released you with a click of her tongue. You weren't sure what she saw in you, but it was obviously enough to satisfy her. She returned to her seat to continue breakfast as usual. 

 It took everything in you not to audibly exhale in relief.

The sounds of silverware clinking against silverware engulfed the dead silent room.

“You've yet to touch your breakfast,” The Empress remarked. She was carefully buttering a freshly baked scone.You looked down at the plate in front of you to realize her words ring true.

“And despite only getting a few hours of rest at a time, I've been told you've been waking before dawn,” The Empress continued. She wasn't quite scolding you, yet you could see whatever lecture she was building up to.

Your hands stayed at your side as you struggled to bite down your tongue. The Empress was always prone to picking fights in the morning. Not that you ever gave her much fight in return.

This morning, though, your lack of response only served to further sour her mood. 

“Would you say I take good care of you?”

 Her question was, of course, rhetorical. She was not looking for an actual response, nor did you think she really cared how you would answer. So you sat in silence, trying your best to tune her out.

“As Empress of our nation, it is my sworn duty to manage the personal affairs of His Majesty, including his harem.”

Her footsteps were precise, rhyming as she neared closer. Every footstep felt like the hammering of another nail in the coffin she so lovingly built for you.

“And yet you compromise my position by letting yourself rot.”

She was now close enough you could hear her every breath. From such a close distance, you could nearly taste her displeasure on your tongue.

There was a strange taste in your mouth you couldn’t quite place until now. Like Ash. It tasted like ash.

“Is this what you want? For the court to make a mockery of me? To tarnish my good name and reputation by wilting under my care?”

You expected a harsh grip around your neck, maybe for her to grab you roughly by the shoulders when she raised her hand. You flinched, bracing yourself for the worst, only to be with unbridled gentleness as her hand petted your hair affectionately.

Your eyes darted towards her quizzically, but the smile pulling at her painted lips only befuddled you more.

“We can't have that, can we?”

That's when you noticed the vial of liquid delicately placed in the center of your empty plate.

You only had one question.

“Is it poison?”

The Empress scoffed, as if offended by your petty excuse for a joke.

“Please, if I wanted you dead your head would already be rolling across the floor.” She slid the plate closer to where you sat. “I promise you that I have nothing but your health and well-being on my mind.”

“Then what is it?”

“A herbal remedy. Something to… take the edge off.”

You didn’t like how vague she was being.

“So, you're drugging me?”

“Just to help you learn your place

 A temporary measure, hopefully.”

At least she didn't try to deny her obvious intentions.

“And if I refuse?”

Her smile dropped as quickly as it came. “I thought by now you'd learn what happens to disobedient little concubines.”

Having learned your lesson the first time, you picked up the vial set before you. In one foul swoop, you popped the cork and downed its contents.

The taste was so bitter that your nose scrunched up in disgust, but still you drank. The Empress didn't leave you much choice. It was either this or sleep in the hay again. And Lord help you, you would never sleep on the ground and in the cold again. Not if you had anything to do with it.

Once the vial was completely empty, your senses started to spin. There was this strange, fuzzy feeling resting at the pit of your stomach. 

“What a smart girl,” The Empress called out to you, her voice distorted as sounds and colors became one. She sounded so, so far away as she cooed at you in a voice as sweet as the wine.

“That wasn't so bad, was it?’

The rest of the day was a blur.

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You no longer woke up at dawn. 

Your body fell into a sad routine. At dawn, you were given an herbal remedy to make you happy. At lunch, a string of concoctions to improve your fertility. At night, crushed pills to make your eyes heavy with sleep. Like clockwork.

The worst part was, she didn't have the gall to at least covertly drug you. No, the Empress would personally hand you your medicine at designated times. She would then wait patiently for you to take it. Like some sick part of her wanted you to know you were doing this to yourself. As if you were participating in this willingly.

You supposed it was a small mercy that you were drugged while you performed your duties as concubine. Whatever she gave you made you feel just out of your body enough that you couldn’t feel anything. A small blessing from an otherwise great evil.

All you could recall the morning after was the vague feelings of hands upon you. Some days you swore you could feel your hands on you instead of the usual two, but you buried that thought deep within you before you could linger on it too long.

You could count the days you were lucid on your right hand. Thankfully, today was one of those days. The Empress was off to church to pray for the nation to be victorious, leaving you in the care of her husband.

 A rare occurrence for both of you.

‘You look well,” The Emperor remarked. 

The two of you were sitting in the garden enjoying some mid-afternoon tea. He was clearly at a loss with what to do with you. Funny, he didn’t have the same trouble visiting you under candlelight.

You didn’t need to speak. The imperial family had a habit of holding long conversations with themselves anyways.

“I suppose I have our Empress to thank for that.

His hands shook as he reached for something in his coat sleeve. A flash of hands. A hint of something small and white. The slight dip of his throat as he swallowed. You knew the Empress’ touch when you saw it.

So you weren't the only one in the palace being drugged. You didn't hide your stare as the gears in your mind started turning.

The Emperor must have caught your curious gaze, because he gave you a half-hearted laugh.

“For my nerves,” he stuttered as he tried to explain. A nervous  chuckle followed.

You now understood why your interactions alone with the Emperor were so far and few in between. And why the Empress always seemed to speak for him, especially in court.

In that moment, you realized that the two of you weren't so different from one another. You could use that.

You took a slow sip of your tea before speaking.

“Your Majesty,” you began, catching his attention. “I never thanked you for so graciously sparing me and bestowing upon me my…position.”

The Emperor chuckled again, unable to meet your eyes. He seemed more interested in over-buttering his scone. “I fear your thanks are misplaced. It was the Empress’ suggestion.”

“Really? I would imagine keeping a mistress would make Her Majesty feel threatened?”

At that, he laughed. “A girl with no title? With no family… or… or… nobility to back her? Please.”

“That's not what I've heard.”

You were playing a dangerous game. While the two of you might be more alike than different, you weren't sure where the Emperor's loyalties lie. 

The Emperor eyed you carefully. “And what, pray tell, have you heard?”

“Mostly whispers. Those members of my family are alive, and looking for me. Raising banners in my name.”

His gaze became scolding, face contorted in quiet anger. His eyes darted around, gauging to see just how watched the two of you were. 

 “You forget yourself,” he warned under his breath.

He waved his hand at a nearby servant, and they left wordlessly. Now the two of you were completely alone. 

You ignored his warning, only adding another lump of sugar to your already over sweetened tea. Curious, how even an Emperor had to hold his tongue. You never really fully considered, at least from the view of your own prison, that perhaps the crown was the greatest prison of all. He most likely didn't get to choose his wife or the company he keeps. Including you.

“I'm sure having someone of my background and my precarious position causes issues at court. Maybe, heaven forbid, some call into question your decision-making abilities as a ruler.” You had set down your teacup in favor of placing your shaking hands neatly on your lap. “Your Majesty, what if I told you I could take this problem off your shoulders?”

“Just what… what, exactly, are you suggesting?”

Months of mistreatment and abuse, of drugging and neglect screamed at you that this was your only chance. You wouldn't get another one if you let this moment pass. So for the first time in what felt like years, you did something that could get you killed. You spoke your mind.

“Exile.”

You don't dare look at the Emperor's face, lest you lose whatever small courage you managed to dredge up. So you kept talking until someone stopped you.

“Make up some horrible rumor and a crime to fit. Exile me to some remote island.” Despite yourself, your hands kept shaking no matter how hard you clenched them. “Then, after a time, fake my death under mysterious circumstances.”

You steadied your hands as you took a long sip of your now cold tea.

“My reputation will be ruined. No one wants to fight wars for a ruined woman. Those who want to find me will give up.” You set the teacup back down, every muscle straining in your body as you struggled to keep your composure.

“In this overly-complicated plan of yours, what’s to keep you from running back to your kingdom the first chance you get?” The Emperor asked, his large, bug-like eyes drinking in your every microexpression.

“Even if I didn't, who would believe me? Who would think I am who I say I am? I'm supposed to be dead and disgraced.” Honestly, there's a good chance any rebel factions might kill you on sight. Last you checked, impersonating a royal is still a crime.

It didn't matter anymore. Nothing mattered to you anymore. Your family, your kingdom, your status. You'd happily give up everything you knew if it meant getting away from the Empress. She was crazy. The Emperor had to know that.

You desperately searched for any thread of empathy in his eyes. Anything to show he was at least considering your idea, however far fetched it may be. 

He leaned towards you, forcing you to inhale sharply. You waited on bated breath for his answer. Your nerves were acting up something foul as you tried to reassure yourself the worst thing he could say is no.

“Silly little thing.” And he petted your hair.

You stood corrected. Suddenly the worst thing that could happen wasn't a no. 

“That…. That's what's been troubling you?” His hands wouldn't leave your hair. His hands treaded through your locks like you were little more than a spooked prized mare at the fair. “Silly, silly girl. While I certainly appreciate your concern on my behalf, you shouldn't trouble yourself with such things. It's not your place.”

His hands migrated to yours, tracing a pattern on your palm in an attempt to soothe you. You hadn't even noticed you were still holding a teacup, your knuckles around the stem turning lighter from the strain.

“No. You don't understand-”

“I understand plenty.” His voice was sharper than you've ever heard. Clearer, too. “ You're worried about some unfounded rumors. I'll be sure to have a chat with some of the servants so their ridiculous gossip won't bother you again.”

The stem of your teacup snapped. And so did you. 

“Oh, dear. Dear, you're bleeding.” The worry was plain as day on his face as he scrambled for a handkerchief. He wrapped your hand crudely in a linen napkin as he fussed over the cuts in your hand. You could see the making of tears in his eyes. As if you had injured him personally and not yourself. “Oh dear. Oh dear.”

You hadn't known you slapped him until you felt the sting on your palm.

And once your rage had started, it quickly spiralled out of control. Everything came crashing down. The teapot. The little gilded saucers and plates. The flowers in a vase worth someone's annual salary. All of it reduced to porcelain shards on the ground. 

All the months of being careful in word and action went out the window as you broke a small fortune's worth of fine china. You screamed, you cried, you bled, you broke. And while you knew consciously you would be punished for it later, you couldn't bring yourself to care. You needed this. Anything to prove you weren't the pet they tried to groom you into being. Anything to prove you were still human.

Nothing was spared of your wrath until there was not a thing left to break. And once you were done, your chest heaving and panting, your carefully styled hair in utter disarray, you could hear the sound of measured sipping.

Ready to stoke your fire anew, you turned. Only to find the Emperor sitting rather patiently in his chair, legs crossed. He sipped his tea casually, as if you hadn't just destroyed his favorite tea set. 

He cleared his throat before finally speaking.

 “Are you quite done?”

[banj0possum]

Zombie horde and cure researcher reader? I want to know how the boys are gonna use their new vocal chords. Ribs probably can't sing good, but soda always has that half-drunk look whenever u draw him so i bet he knows a bunch of bar songs.

felt like doing a refresher with the Zombie Horde ! this was my oldest ask in my inbox! (had to go down a long ways to get this old thang) but i figured you guys needed a long awaited part 3 of these fellas after idk a year ?? so here ya go !

Zombie Horde x Cure Researcher! Reader

💀 With the boys showing more and more signs of healing, you quickly went to recording each and every new finding you come across, as well as their individual progress.

💀 You'd help them stretch and get used to their new joints. With them being less ravaged by rigor mortis, they can be quite...clumsy..

💀 And their hair could grow normally, which is promising for your cure! But that does mean you have to cut their hair every once in a while now..

💀 The most amazing thing that came out of your serum was the fact that their vocal chords have been restored, allowing them to speak, which is very very interesting experience.

💀 Screw loves words, or more like he loves getting your praise whenever he pronounces a word correctly.

💀 His voice wasn't as developed as the others, so he had a harder time when it came to speaking again, but he tries very hard!

💀 He'd find an object, run over to you, and slowly stutter out what it is.

💀 "B-b-b..bo..ttle..?"

💀 Gets all giddy when you tell him he did a good job, but he doesn't exactly giggle, it's more like a bunch of high-pitched squealing, purring, and cooing

💀 Vocal stims a lot like humming, pronouncing letters over and over, or just repeating a word or phrase.

💀 Give him a book or some of your papers, and he'll be glued to anything with words while trying to read them out loud.

💀 Maybe there's an old bookstore in the mall?

💀 Secretly planning to relearn how to write because he wants to make you a love letter like in the stories he reads!

💀 Ribs is non-stop screaming and shouting ;-;

💀 Calm down brotha you just got your voice back ;-;-;--;-;-;

💀 Has a very dirty vocabulary

💀 British ?

💀 You can hear him from the other side of the mall..

💀 Defo pretends to be a survivor when he sees other humans scavenging the mall and then scares them away.

💀 Bo has to step in and shut him up, but he does it again anyway.

💀 Loves singing with Soda, except he's shit at singing, he's kind of just yelling the lyrics.

💀 Very giggly when he talks, especially when he's with you since he gets all shy.

💀 Mumbles incessantly.

💀 "Baby, baby! My sweetheart hehehehahahaAHH! So cute! So cute! HEEhehehehheee~~!"

💀 Soda had the easiest time to talk, his voice is very raspy yet smooth like honey.

💀 Rarely talks, mostly hums and sings, they're mostly old 40s jazz songs or just some random melody.

💀 Speaks up suddenly a lot with the most random things.

💀 "Motor oil is not a good drink..." "...what." "what.."

💀 Confuses both you and the others.

💀 Ribs digs it.

💀 Hype man to absolute nonsense.

💀 Screw and Bo just accept it, he may be a little goofy but he does have most of the brains of the bunch.

💀 And he can say some very sweet things in between all his ravings.

💀 He'd just be watching you work on your research and suddenly blurt out something.

💀 "You're the most beautiful flower I've ever seen..."

💀 Bo can talk pretty well, but it hurts the most for him since he doesn't have cheeks, plus the damage in his throat.

💀 Wouldn't say he speaks as rarely as Soda, but he does speak in very short sentences, you could 3 sentences at most in one shot from him.

💀 Prefers growling still, but talks when necessary

💀 Doesn't dare to sing, but he does love Soda's singing, not so much Ribs, but he stays to make him happy.

💀 Looks for stuff to read for Screw (he keeps newspapers for himself)

💀 Feels good whenever he gets to praise the others and you, he's a real giver :333

💀 He never wastes an opportunity to sweet-talk you, no matter how uncomfortable his vocal chords feel.

💀 "We're so lucky ta have you, doll~ Wish I could give ya a big 'ol smooch but uh... 'fraid I'm a bit short in that department.."

WAAAAA i missed writing for these guys!! auuuughhhhhhh lucky i managed to escape from my mr ring a ding hyperfixation for a while !

[maybutter]

Your smut drabble gave me the horniest idea on where Gabe and Lu settled to the poly relationship and started to feel each other yk? Like full blown making out and fuck while talking and sharing about their fav pics or infos about [name] 🥹🤭

Anon this is the greatest idea ever!!

Smut with liiitle plot below 🫣😳

CW : gayness, established poly relationship (Gabriel x [name] x Ludwig), yan! Senior and yan! Ex-crush both goons to the reader, questionable way to see who's topping, spit as lube, set a year after high school graduation, CRACK TREATED SERIOUSLY (because I love my boys)

Dom! Top! Yan! Senior x Sub! Bottom! Yan! Ex-crush

Thursdays are heaven for Gabriel. It's the day that he finally gets the apartment all to himself for the whole morning, noon and evening. Ludwig is off to his Legal Ethics class, his dear [name] is on a class trip to another town for a general course about plantation. And him, a major in physiotherapy, it's a free day. He only had a 8 AM class that is supposed to end at 11, but of course his professor has a slacking problem. He's out by 9.40.

Gabriel whistled while dangling the keys on the corridor. He smiled and waved to the neighbours he recognised, and someone over-waters their plant because they're too busy staring at his pearly white grin.

Inserting the key to the lock, he placed his keys and bag on the hanger hooks beside the door. He goes to the kitchen to grab some chocolate milk he shared with [name] and his unfortunate, second roommate and drinks it straight from the cap. It's about to expire anyways. He'll buy a new jug just for his sweetheart later.

After cleaning up the counter and throwing out the milk carton, Gabriel doesn't really have anything else to do. [Name] wouldn't be home until 5, Ludwig... He usually spends time in the library if [name] is not home. To be real, they hate each other's guts. It's only because of [name] that they act civil around each other.

Gabriel couldn't help but scoff remembering how many times Ludwig scolds him for misplacing his hoodies and pants around the apartment. Well, he gotta admit it's a bad habit. But he doesn't want another MAN to be saying it to his face.

His gaze soon ended up on the white door beside the living room. His brain lights up with many ideas, and there's a light bulb turned on inside his brain. 'Might as well read my books on [name]'s bed!' He smiled triumphantly. He rushed to grab his biology books and quickly slammed her room open.

He already imagined rolling on [name]'s soft sheets, sniffing and stealing her oversized hoodie (that strained his biceps and pecs too much), maybe taking pictures with her polaroid camera to put on her walls.

All his optimism died down when he saw a blond mop of hair on [name] pillow. Ludwig raised an eyebrow and his finger stopped before it could turn the page of his ethics book from the sudden intrusion.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE???" Gabriel yelled from the shock. Ludwig pushed the bridge of his glasses higher on his nose bone. He seems displeased by Gabriel's tone, shown with his furrowed brows.

"Class is canceled. Private studies are recommended by my Professor. But it seems I have to stop here because there's a noisy variable that just entered my safe space." He quietly bookmarked the page he was on with a pink, resin book mark [name] made in her class. It uses dried flowers. She gave one of the peonies to Ludwig, and one with carnation for Gabriel, which the older male kept safely on the secret box (shrine) of things [name] gave him. He wouldn't use it. What if it breaks? Or he misplaced it? He wouldn't risk it.

Gabriel felt a vein is popping on his forehead. He rolled his eyes and scooted on her bed. Ludwig is once again, annoyed because he just got scooted with the ass by the older male. He still moved though. Ludwig is still a few inches taller than Gabriel, but when everyone talks about who's thicker and stronger, Gabe obviously takes the crown.

"I'm supposed to masturbate right now. And you're disturbing me." Gabriel grumbled. He's taking off his belt like a degenerate, and as always, Ludwig looks disgusted. He's judging the physiotherapy student like a scientist to a bacteria.

"Up to fuck? I miss [name]." He nudged Ludwig's rib. The younger man slowly gets some redness blossoming on his cheek and ears. They've had a little angry sex together just because they both have anger issues with each other. "It's your turn to bottom. My ass still hurts with what you did a week ago, white boy." Gabriel hummed and grinned.

"How is that even my fault? You're the one who lost the rock, paper, and scissors." Ludwig defended himself, but shuddered when he remembered what happened that day. They've been fighting about how to rearrange the sofa, and [name] told them to calm down or they're not sleeping with her that night.

So as two mature adults, Ludwig and Gabriel did Rock, Paper, and Scissor to determine who's getting fucked. Gabriel lost, and Ludwig pours all of his hate to the thrusting and pounding. There's still faint bruises around Gabriel's hips, but we're not talking about that today.

"That's not fair. I'm not bottoming again after what happened the last time!" Ludwig huffed. The incident happened a few months ago. They were drunk after going to a bar with [name] for the first time. She didn't drink because she doesn't handle alcohol well, so she's there as emotional support and to take care of her handsome boys.

Apparently in the bathroom, Gabriel decided it's a good idea to dare Ludwig into something immoral. He rummaged through his pocket in search of a brand new vibrator he bought. Technically he's always been curious about fucking with men. And maybe because Ludwig got a nice rack too.

If Ludwig managed to not cum after seven minutes of Gabe controlling the toy, Gabriel would give him 100 bucks + info about where [name] buys her favourite lingerie. So, they have an experimental bottoming session. Gabe spat on his fingers before gently fingering Ludwig open for the first time. The blond boy keeps moaning and sobbing at the cramped space. And once the toy is inserted, his breath is already hitched.

"Fuck... You're so tight, it's not even a joke." Gabriel slurred. The alcohol is making everything blurry. He kept fingering Ludwig even with the toy already buzzing inside. This goes like both heaven and hell for Ludwig. After seven minutes, tears already ran to his jaw, falling down to his heaving chest. His dick is weeping like a fountain too.

Then a tragedy struck. Gabriel decided that pulling on the cable is safe. So he did just that. And the toy is pulled out. But the bullet is not. Ludwig looks down at Gabriel's horrified expression, and the cable on his hand. And took a deep breath when he realises the vibrator is technically, stuck in his rectum.

"We're lucky enough you can fish it out! I'm still traumatised by that!" Ludwig screamed back. It took them both thirty minutes in the narrow cubicle, with Gabriel's fingers trying to take the vibrator out. From that, Ludwig is now painfully aware he could fit four of Gabriel's fingers inside him in one sitting.

Gabriel sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Technically now we're not using a toy, it's just my dick!" He pointed at the huge bulge. He's already off his pants, only with his boxers and shirt now. "Come onnnnn, you can fuck me next time." He murmured and kissed Ludwig's neck. The boy shuddered and huffed, but is slowly taking off his turtleneck and pants.

Once he's fully naked, Gabriel's arms are already hugging him from behind, pulling him on top of [name]'s bed. His dick already painfully hard and weeping against Ludwig's inner thighs.

"Just get through this quickly. We need to clean up before [name] is home." Ludwig rushed with a blush on his face. Gabe could only give a lazy smirk, his hand already grabbing the strawberry lube [name] kept on her desk.

Fingering done, prepping him, mostly done, kisses are given, and Ludwig is mostly shyly kissing back. "Your lips are chapped." Ludwig mumbled with a deadpan stare. Gabe rolled his eyes from the sarcasm, but pinched his nipple in retaliation. "Ow!" The blond boy moaned out and huffed.

To say the sex is great is an understatement. Ludwig keeps moving and moaning just with little movements from Gabriel. His dick breached his tight rim, and he let out a soft groan. "Don't look at me like that, pretty boy." Gabriel smirked and kissed his pecs affectionately. He lets the younger man get used to the size before starting to move.

"S-slow down..." Ludwig blushed, his nails are raking against Gabe's back, creating scratching lines that'll certainly sting later. Gabriel couldn't hear him though, he just keeps thrusting and moving, his dick getting in and out easily out of his hole.

"Ngh, 'can't. You're just so pretty for a loud mouth." He garbled. His hands are grabbing Ludwig's hips protectively while smashing their lips together again. The bed creaks loudly from their bodies alone, and Ludwig covers his eyes from the ultimate embarrassment.

"Did you know [name] likes you on garter belts?" Gabriel cooed suddenly. Ludwig looks confused, and he opened the fingers on his face, allowing Gabe to see his nervous wet eye staring back.

"Wha? What do you mean?" He whined. He accidentally tightened up and now both men are groaning. Well, [name] is their muse, their love, their everything. So everything she says is law, and if she wants them to try something out, they'll oblige.

"She likes seeing you with skirts and garter belts, silly. What's so hard to understand?" Gabriel bit with sarcasm. Ludwig can't help but whimper. If that's what [name] wants, she'll get. Maybe he'll try on some of [name]'s larger skirts later. Not like he's a toxic masculine dude.

They go on hours, commenting on each and every little fault they did to each other.

"Did you forget to use the condom?!" -Lu

"You bit my nipple? It's throbbing now, ugh." -Gabe

"My ass hurts... You better not get hard again." -Lu

"You came so hard it's on your glasses now." -Gabe, while cleaning Ludwig's glasses with wet wipes.

They stopped after the fourth round, and now they're both panting, sweating and there's cum pooling on the bed. Both men are blinking while staring up at the ceiling. Gabe's hand is still resting on top of Ludwig's one. The younger boy immediately snatched it after noticing it.

"Come on, we need to change her sheets." Ludwig blushed and tried to stand, but his feet trembled and almost fell if Gabriel didn't catch his hand just in time. Ludwig falls back to the soft bed, and groans with his eyes closed.

"Awe, princess can't walk?" Gabe mocked, but he goes on his way to tuck Ludwig's hair on his ear. He then easily lifted the taller boy up, and Ludwig's breath hitched. Gabe placed Ludwig on the living room's couch and handed him a rubber heating pad so he wouldn't get cramps later. Ludwig took it with a huff, but he feels a little happy that at least Gabe cares enough to do that for him.

When [name] got home, the boys were browsing the TV channels together. There's a bowl of popcorn on Gabe's left thigh, and Ludwig's head is rested against his right. She can't help but wonder if she missed something. It's not everyday they're this civil and affectionate with each other.

But she's glad they're starting to warm up to each other. [Name] would do anything so the boys would be happy! <3

A/N : i didn't expect the ask to go this long lololol, i hope you like it anon, cuz i sure do enjoy writing this 🫣💗

[lxdymoon0357]

hiii, is it possible to request for yandere juvelian and yandere max competing for female reader whose just a simple noble and is overall funny af, but kinda shipes max and juvelian, also if possible can you make her have like a homie bro relationship with regis, thank you! if you want to do any modifications please do! its my first time asking so idk very well 😆

(warnings: I added a little age gap between Juve and Max and reader so reader is a bit older. Reader is a tutor and trainer. Murder, competitions? SA accusations. Eventual Juvax poly, pretty short..weird format, Forgive me!)

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

Oh no! My ship is falling!

☁ Due to you being a female noble and being close to Regis, you're introduced to help Maximilian sword-train with him and you're also there to train Jubelian on etiquette since you were a young adult. You were a bit younger than Regis, but he trusted you, seeing as you were pretty popular in society's eyes for being a light-hearted and rather funny individual despite the simple title you adorn.

You bow softly to the young lady of Floyen, Jubelian Floyen. Shimmering hair, round eyes and pale, clear skin. Everything a man would want, but she was rather.. manner-less, the softest way to say it and Regis wanted her to flourish.

And who better than you, someone beloved by many around for being so funny and interesting and a social butterfly yet maintaining the noble stature.

Sh bowed back with a sweet smile, and the smile stayed throughout the lesson. You showed her how to bow for a dance as she nodded, taking the position and fixing her dress, gently pulling it down to fit her better and bowed.

Unfortunately, she ended up showing off her cleavage a bit more than she likely intended to, right? You hummed, nodding as you felt butterflies in your tummy— No! You were far too old for her!

And when the lesson ended and she was waving you off home with her father, "Please get h-home safe" Regis said, as he waved you off and once you were out of sight, he waved his hand infront of Jubelian who frozen with a infatuated smile.

Oh you are SO hers..

Regis nodded as you pushed Maximilian backwards, using your sword to block his attack and push him back as Regis hummed in approve, "Faster, your majesty" he said firmly.

But sadly, you used your body to your advance a bit more than Maximilian did, using your sword to trap his lebow and push him back onto the ground, throwing his sword aside as you pushed the tip of your wooden sword against his throat and made a little slashing motion,

"And you're dead." You hummed as Regis looked down with a sigh, handing you a towel, "You were good. But you need to train a bit more"

You said, handing him some water and extending your hand with that gorgeous smile as Regis patted his back as you helped the crown princee up on his feeeet,

"No worries." Regis said as you extended a towel and Maximilian took it, thanking you silently as he stared at you.

Oh that smile. He couldn't wait for it to be all his!

☁ Jubelian would always make herself the finest lady for you and Maximilian would always try to be better even if albeit the two were sort of inexperienced. You always made them smile, somehow.

☁ They both DESPISE each other. Maximilian thinks Jubelian is a very spoiled, pompous brat who is his master's daughter while Jubelian can't stand to have you around Maximilian. The two constantly made snide remarks and even silent ways to kill each other off; ranging from missed assassinations to soft threatening letters.

"Duke Floyen and Lady Juvelian, so nice to have you both this evening." you said brightly, bowing to both in your lacy and extravagant dress as Regis smiled to you. A banquet in your name.

"Thank you for inviting us to your banquet" Regis hummed as you handed him a glass of expensive champagne, "It's always my pleasure" you said

Maximilian quickly walked over as you greeted him too, but far more sweeter than usual. Jubelian noticed his looks on you as Maximilian noticed her look on you, "Crown prince. I'm assuming you met Lady Jubelian?" you smiled sweetly, making Maximilian feel warm as he nodded, stiffly, bowing to Jubelian and Jubelian did back awkwardly.

To you, it looked as if they had feelings for each other and felt shy almost, the crush catastrophe of actions and behavior.

"Awwhhh, how sweet. You two can get to know each, you both look adorable, no, Regis?" you smile as Regis sighed, not really keen on his daughter with Maximilian as you pulled him away to give Jubelian and Maximilian 'time together' making th tow feel disgust at the idea of themselves with anyone but YOU!

"Crown prince, are the word of kindness just not in your vocabulary or what?" Jubelian asked, hissing to Maximilian as Maximilian rolled his eyes,

"Lady Juvelian, wer you always this annoying pompous brat?" he asked, leaning close as the two awkwardly stood aside in a deep conversation, having forced together by you who misunderstood that they have feelings for each other.

"You should know..there is a reason Lady Y/N doesn't want you to close to them" "And there is a reason Lady Y/N spends more time with your father than you."

The two could feel annoyance on each other and wanted to kill the other right now. But instead thee two still continued to look for you.

Usually they'd love to beat the other, but right now, they were busy watching you talk with someone, not even Regis. Regis would be fine, he was almost your brother-figure.

But you invited them to a a little event of hunting, and the two could never deny YOU anything. You were their goddess. But you were also popular, sad thing was everyone came to talk to you.

Maximilian was feeling his fingers graze his sword in annoyance a bit.

Oh my GOD! So fucking annoying..

☁ But one thing is, they're both far more normal to have each other a competition. Other people, not so much. Both of them have a way to kill off their competitions who are not each other. Juvelian uses public humiliation, social suicide and worse before using Maximilian or her father to plant crimes on them and Maximilian is the one to have them executed by accusing them of assassination.

☁ From killing them off during hunting season to standing up for each other in trials where they accused their competition for any crime against them or even treason if strong enough. They're always sure to not lose as they use their titles to help them.

"Oh my god! EWWW!" Jubelian grumbled, feeling the blood of some man ink her dress as Maximilian rolled his eyes, stopping his horse and pulling her up..

His sword had went straight through the man, he was not dead thankfully..just severely injured as he checke the man's vitals, Jubelian grumbled throwing her furry scarf onto the man..She will surely miss that scarf, you gave her so many compliments on it!

Jubelian grumbled, glaring at Maximilian who couldn't care less, this man had tried to flirt with you! No one other than them could do so..

Jubelian sighed, panting a bit, sprinkling her face with some water and using the blood to even make her cheeks slightly rosy, thankfully the sun had already made her slightly sweaty, as she used a little dagger to cut up her dress a bit.

And before anyone knew it, you heard a scream rip through the forest lines, which you and Regis recognized at Jubelian as he you both ran towards it, not caring you both weren't even on horses as someone blew the horse to halt the game.

You both ended up on a sight. Maxmilian calming Jubelian who was crying beside a man, she pointed to the man dead, crying roughly as Reggis scooped her in a tight hug and you cupped her face and checked her out. Maxmilian almost had the urge to throw his sword down and tell the truth.

But fortunately you turned to him, checking his blood covered face,

"Th-the man! H-hah-He..Hee tried to touch me!! And even hu-hurt the crown prince!" Jubelian wailed and by now, everyone was near the place. Everyone was murmuring between themselves, as you felt disgust, pulling Jubbelian and Maximilian close, trying to calm them.

The event stopped, with Maxmilian as a witness and the imperial throne with him, the man was arrested and Jubelian and Maxmilian could barely hide their happiness for you caring for them.

☁ Of-course, sadly to them. You think instead of them with you, the two look adorable together with how much they support each other during trials where harm is to come to the other, not knowing they're all accusations. They both stand scandalized when you both decide to set them up.

"Oh, calm down, Max..I know it's a bit private to not go anywhere with no one to escort us." You hummed as Maximilian was trying thide his happiness and his buzzing excitement..

Alone time..with you!

Well, you said you had a surprise, another little tea party of sorts. He could barely get you outside of his training sessions, but this was fine enough. Even if he had to be early, and with your hands on his eyes..it'll b a little hard for him to take off your clothes.

But he's fairly certain he can hold you up, maybe just ear a whole in your panties and—

"SURPRISE!!" you said loudly and brightly as you sat him down, "open your eyes!" you said brightly as Maximilian did just that only to come into sight with a little certain brat of his swording master, Jubelian Floyen and a little picnic.

Oh for fuck's sak—

"I kinda guessed you both had something going on, it's killing your father, Juve." Juvelian looked down in what you assumed was shyness, but was utter embarrassed. She thought she was going to be roughed up by your warm hands against a tree.

A soft, sweet lady like her, roughed by you..an older, more experienced, popular lady of society who was always surrounded by men and couldn't go through with her tendencies for liking women. But you continued speaking—

"And I'm so happy for you two..but it's getting a tad bit annoying. So I made you two a picnic—", "Lady Y/N-", "Nono, you two will sit down and enjoy", "My grac-", "Oh, don't even try to deny it!"

You giggled, turning on your heels and bega walking off, "Anyways enjoy yourselves!" you said brightly, rushing off to give thm privacy..

Oh fucking hell..

☁ Sure, it does give way into them falling in love and then getting engaged sooner or later. But then, they only reinforce each other into getting you to like them. Constantly inviting you, flirting with you, killing anyone who even dares to ask for your hand in marriage. No woman like you belongs to anyone but THEM!

[amacaronexpert]

what if mc had a bunch of pets and likes to spoil and praise their pets while the self aware yanderes go “what the fuck” and has to deal with it because technically I don’t think they are able to harm the pets? Anyways animal lover mc!!!

Ah fuck yeah!

MC having a bunch of pets will either endear you to most and also make them so jealous.

Like imagine Jing Yuan’s Lion, Mimi, perking up at you whispering a ,’Pspspsps- Come here Mimi, dinner!’ The Lion pawing at the inside of the screen while Jing Yuan is holding his Lion back from jumping through the screen while Mimi whines as your Mimi, a fluffy white kitten practically gallops over to receive your affection as she nuzzles up, suckling on the small bottle’s nipple.

Jiaoqiu’s ears flattening everytime he sees that fuckass Basset Hound waddling around, always barking at him every time Jiaoqiu is on screen, yeah Jiaoqiu wants nothing more than to be rid of the old dog, but apparently your basset hound is just as stubborn of not dying.

Getian being uncomfortable with your pet parakeet chirping and trying to hump the screen every time he appears, Sunday and Robin also has to deal with the damn horny bird. Like that parakeet trying serenade them and flap its feathers, trying to strut and bob its head.

Jessica’s deer instincts always ticked off by the sight of your beagle or Labrador retriever, and Zima’s animals are set off every time one of your big dogs walks in and aggressively nuzzles up to you.

Lol, imagine everyone hating on your pet ball python or ferret because they slipped into your shirt or bra for the darkness and practically clinging to you while you play. Like they are not safe from those envious glares like,’It should have been me!!’

Swear to the Aeons, Phainon is on the floor on all fours while Nameday just glares off into the distance, Stelle and Caelus just having a huge sibling moment with Nameday like,’Ha ha! You got cockblocked by a ferret!” While Nameday is like,’You also got cockblocked, idiots,’ meanwhile Stelle is like,’So? I don’t have a dick, maybe I should,’

Just extra headcannon to me (Nameday, Udimo is a raccoon, Stelle and Caelus are practically raccoons in the community and act like gremlins, they should form a raccoon trio where Nameday is practically the eldest brother dealing with the younger twins’ antics, lol-)

[huckleberry-writes]

I am overwhelmed with thoughts of being in some deranged yandere polycule with the Outlaws. Specifically Artemis and Jason. Both would crush a man’s windpipe while dragging you on a mission you are definitely not qualified for. Mostly because they think it’s cute when you cling to them and can’t aim a gun to save your life. Roy’s mad they don’t share and ends up knocking a guy out just to corner you and kiss down your neck, hot and heavy. Starfire’s mostly frustrated because she told everyone you should’ve stayed home and because of them she has to treat your bullet wound (not that she hates treating you, she finds comfort in smothering your face while she hushes your pain) and Bizarro’s the worst kind of platonic yandere, zero concept of personal space, constant hovering, thinks “holding hands” means dragging you behind his massive frame.

[ifuckpineapplesforfun]

Yandere Roommates x male reader Part 1 Pt2>>

Summary:

You stole a fan from your roommate and discover something you wish you hadn't about them. You try to tell your other roommate but you'll come to regret both decisions.

CW: Minor violence, depictions of stalking and assault. Nothing sexual happens in this first here except for a depiction of forced stripping and some innuendos.

You sigh loudly and sank deeper into the couch. The apartment was so unbearably hot. Of all days for the air conditioner in this stupid apartment to conk out it was today- on your one day off. When you checked with management earlier, you were told building maintenance wasn't scheduled until friday to fix it , which meant several more days of this hellish heat. Half-dressed and miserable, you stared blankly at the television while sweat clung to your skin. Your hair stuck to your face, tickling you in an annoying way. You brushed it away for the hundredth time and groaned. "I'm going to die- this is it-I'm dying like this" you complained dramatically to yourself. Suddenly your mind wandered as your gaze drifted toward the hallway. Your roommates and best friends, Zion and Caleb must have a fan or something you could cool off with. Actually- you could've sworn you saw one of those full length oscillating tower fans in specifically Zion's room the couple of times you barged in to bother him for funsies. You got up to your feet already making your way to Zion's room first. You'd apologize later for breaching his privacy but you needed that fan. You enter Zion's room cautiously. It was clean and very organized looking- expected from Zion. Every item sat in its designated place. The bed was neatly made, the desk organized, and not a single article of clothing littered the floor. He was a pretty neurotic at times about keeping things tidy and doing things the 'right way' (which most of the time was his way) and his room fit that theme. You peer around curiously until your eyes landed on it- "My savior!" you swooned as if finding an oasis. It sat in the corner of the room by the computer desk. Your eyes lit up as you strolled over to grab the fan- "Don't mind if I do~" you say cheekily to yourself and reached to snatch it. Before you do, you stop as your eyes land on something curious. In the bottom corner of the wall, the light blue wallpaper peeled back quite a bit. It wasn't anything crazy but it felt odd considering how ocd Zion was... You wondered if the humidity in the apartment caused the tacked on wallpaper to roll back like that... You stared at the peel, noticing a dark edge beneath it. It looked strange? 'What the heck is that' you wondered absent mindedly. You crouched down to get a better look and without second thought peeled the faux wallpaper back even more - You stopped jankingly at the sight and gasped. There were photographs...all of you? You didn't know if the heat had fully gone to your head and you were imagining seeing photos of yourself but...it was unmistakable. From what you could see, photos of you was scattered underneath. Some with you with Zion and Caleb, others of you outside, sleeping, at work... You stumbled back shocked and shot up straight while peering down at them. Why did Zion even have this?...Was it all photos of you behind this wallpaper...It covered all four walls of the room so possibly not...Your mind raced. You shakily bent back down to try to fully layer down the wallpaper so it wouldn't peel back and grabbed the fan. Nope- no- You were way too hot to unpack this right now- You were just going to take the fan and cool down. You could figure out what exactly this meant when you cooled down. With that thought you made your way to your room, fan in hand. _______________________________________________________________

Despite being cooler now, the fan blowing in your direction as you laid in bed for hours now- You still couldn't wrap your head around it. Why would Zion have photos of you...It was frankly creepy but thinking that way about Zion felt...wrong. Zion was your friend, one of your best. You'd known him and Caleb since they were literal toddlers for god's sake. He was always there for you when you had needed him whether it was financial or emotional- hell- It was Zion who suggested you move in with him and Caleb when you had dropped out of university and couldn't go back home... Even now, you were basically bumming off the two considering you didn't make as much as they did and could add so little to bills and rent despite Zion reassuring you it was ok. You buried your face into your hands. "Zion...what the fuck" you muttered aloud in disbelief. As you said that, your room door swung open loudly- you jumped up, eyes wide. "Holy shit! It's fucking hot as hell dude- You weren't kidding when you texted in chat earlier about how bad it was." The black male bolstered loudly as he smiled wide, his beaded box braids jumping at his animated movements. He had two grocery bags that hung from both sides of his arms as he strolled in. His soft brown eyes widened as he made eye contact with the fan. "Ah!" he pointed at the fan. "Ain't that Zion's? Didja ask before you took that~? You know he gets weird when we mess with his shit before asking." he cackled loudly as if catching you in some devious act. You winced in realization. "...Shit- actually I forgot to even text him I did." Caleb was right. Zion absolutely hated when the two messed with his items or entered his room without asking...You were just in a rush for any sort of relief and instead discovered something fucked up...You wondered if Zion would notice what you found...He was just so observant, what if he did and confronted you... Before you could delve further into your spiral, a sharp coldness touch the back of your neck. You yelped and nearly launched yourself off your bed at the touch "Ah!" Caleb burst out laughing and you quickly glared up at him to catch his cheeky smile. "Haha sorry- sorry-You just had a funny look on your face, I couldn't help it" he wheezed and dropped the mystery object into your hands- A haagen-dazs.

Your face softened as you unwrapped the ice cream, bringing it to your mouth. "Thanks" You felt Caleb's hand touch your hair in a familiar petting way before sitting on the bed next to you "No problem, I figured we needed something to improve our survival odds in this heat." You took a bite, the creaminess of the bar washing away a lot of his anxieties... "So good~ I could seriously die right now." "Lmao, I think that would defeat the purpose of me buying these." Caleb snorted as he unwrapped his own bar and started chomping away. They sat quietly for a second just enjoying their sweets. You finished first under 2 minutes. "Ahhhh, that really hit the spot. I could eat at least 2- no- 3 more of these!" you flung yourself back blissfully on the bed, arms out freely. Caleb chuckled. "If you finish the whole box before Zion gets any, he'll for sure kill you. Especially on top of the fan thievery." Caleb took a final chomp of his icecream and licked at the remaining stick. "Actually, maybe if you put the fan back now- he won't even notice. He doesn't even come back for another hour or two?" You shrugged awkwardly at the mention of Zion, smile dropping from your face momentarily "Haha...maybe?" Unfortunately for him, your lack of enthusiasm at the mention of Zion didn't go pass Caleb who watched your face as he made the comment. "What's wrong?" he asked plainly, his expression shifted into a questioning one. You stiffened while passively sitting back up and twiddling the icecream stick in your hand. "Nothing" You said with a smile that felt way to strained on your face. "Liar, you're doing that face scrunchy thing you do when something is bothering you." You sighed. "My face does not scrunch when something is bothering me..." Caleb snorted. "Yeah. It does. Now spill it. What's got you all soured? Is it the a/c?"

"...No-well- yes but..." You felt fidgety at the thought of telling Caleb about the wallpaper thing in Zion's room....But maybe you should. You didn't want to ignore this and maybe Caleb could do...something? "I found something in Zion's room..."

Caleb immediately perked up.

"Oh my God."

His eyes widened before giving a giddy look "Its his secret porn stash isn't it-!" "No!" You chastised him as your face grew hot. "You're so unserious!" Caleb giggled innocently " Okay, okay- I'm serious now- What'd you find?" "It was uh..." your voice trailed quietly. This was so oddly embarrassing you realized but you ripped the bandage off."He had pictures of me...like under his wallpaper." You looked at Caleb whose amusement slowly vanished from his face into a mute one. You both stayed quiet for a moment as if processing this information together before Caleb spoke up once more. His expression seem serious now in a way you weren't used to. "What kind of pictures were they?" You swallowed."Uh, like...just pictures of me doing stuff outside or sleeping...Kinda creepy ones...they looked like they were taken when I wasn't aware...?" You admitted solemnly "I don't know, I left kinda quickly when I saw them...There seem to be more as I kept peeling the wallpaper back though..." "Shit Zion..." Caleb muttered to himself, jaw tightening, before speaking to you again. "How do you feel about it?"

Your chest began to hurt at the question. It hit you harder than you expected it too despite trying to decompartmentalize that the entire time"I..." you sniffed. "I'm just scared of what this means for our friendship...Does this mean Zion likes me...? I just never..." you trailed off, a tear falling from your eye that you quickly wiped away. You didn't want your relationship to change, any of theirs. You loved Zion but you couldn't reciprocate whatever feelings Zion held for you. You wanted to just keep being friends. Caleb immediately pulled you into a hug and pat you on the back reassuringly. "It's ok...It's going to be okay." You clung to Caleb and buried your face into his shoulder. For a moment, some of your fears anxieties began to ease up. "Listen..." Caleb whispered soothingly. "Don't mention the wallpaper or the fan to him...I'll put it back for now...I'll also talk to him...maybe after the ac is fixed friday so we can figure this out when things aren't chaotic and our brains aren't fried from the heat." You nodded into his shoulder. That honestly sounded reasonable... Caleb acted like a goof and sometimes even asshole most of the time but in rare occasions like this, he really knew how to make you feel better. "Thank you." you sniffed out, the action making Caleb laugh. "Anything for you." _____________________________________________________________

It'd been a few days since that talk you had with Caleb. Ofcourse, Zion had found out about the fan being moved and interrogated Caleb and you but Caleb took the fall and got the verbal beating for entering his room without asking (something you were grateful for). Since then, everything had been too normal. Zion and Caleb would discuss about games or shows or life- the usual talks and jokes really- while including you but you just couldn't get your nerves in check. Everytime Zion had tried to interact with you, you felt tense.

Every time Zion smiled at you, you remembered the photographs.

Every time Zion looked at you, you wondered if there were more hidden somewhere other than the under the wallpaper.

Did he also take things from your room? You felt hyper aware now of things you were definitely missing lately. It kept you up at night. The brunette with his piercing hazels was basically burned into the side of your brain 24/7. You didn't know if the heat really had lobotomize you with how paranoid you began to be of your supposed best friend. By the time friday came and passed with the ac being fixed, your nerves were shot. You didn't even ask Caleb if he had gotten around talking to Zion yet with how casual he had been acting. It made you feel slimy for cringing when they would joke and laugh with eachother so carefree per usual...especially with how uncomfortable you had grown around Zion in comparison. It felt like as each day passed, being around Zion became a little harder. It was saturday night when you entered the apartment. It was oddly...quiet.

Usually, even before opening the door, you could hear something. Caleb laughing at some stupid video. Zion complaining about Caleb leaving dishes in the sink or leaving his clothes on the bathroom floor for the umpteenth time. The television droning in the background while the two tussled on the couch over their differences.

Tonight there was nothing.

Just silence.

You frowned as you closed the door. Wouldn't they be home by now you wondered? As if answering your exactly thoughts, a loud crash echoed through the apartment. The sudden sound made you jump, heart beating as your anxiety immediately shot up. "What the-?!" You raced to the kitchen to see what had cause the shattering noise. Your hands reached the handle but before you could go inside, Caleb opened the door making both him and you flinch in surprised. "Oh, I thought I heard the door open." He panted, his face flushed and his clothes somewhat...messy? As if he had threw them on in a rush. "Are you okay? You look...flustered." You asked awkwardly making Caleb laugh. "I'm fine- actually this is a good time to sort this out-" He grabbed you enthusiastically from the wrist and dragged you into the kitchen before you could answer.

Inside, Zion had a broom and dustbin in his hands and swept up the cause of the noise- a glass cup. You sighed in relief at how minor your anxiety was but didn't immediately calm down as you also noticed Zion's own flushed state. "Ah sorry, I dropped my cup by accident. I hope the sound didn't scare you" he said smoothly with a neutral expression. You only nodded, his eyes downward. "Were you..." You looked to Caleb curiously. "Were you guys fighting or something? Why do you look all disheveled?" Caleb laughed at the accusation. "Nah- nothing violent like that. Don't worry about that-" Before you could further press him, Caleb pushed you onto a chair.

"Ok, lets all chat~" he said enthused while taking a seat. Your stomach sank.

Across from you, Zion finished cleaning up the broken glass before washing and drying his hands.

Then he sat down. No one spoke. The setup felt almost comedic. It must've looked like some sort of couple's therapy session with how tense everyone was. Caleb sat between the two of you, glancing back and forth as though waiting for either of you to start. While you avoided looking Zion's way, instead amusing yourself with the shine of the table, Zion didn't seem to have a similar disposition. You could feel his stare piercing you, unbothered. Ever since you became paranoid of Zion, you couldn't help the goosebumps that would blossom on your skin when Zion looked your way now. It's not like Zion was behaving different, he was always watchful but now that trait that endeared you made you uncomfortable. The silence dragged on before Caleb sighed dramatically. "Okay this is becoming painful." You flinched at Caleb's straightforwardness and looked at him with a glare. "You said you'd talk to him for me." You muttered Caleb's way. "I did, that's why we're here to talk about it together." He beamed a sunny smile at you that irked you. This is not what you'd meant when he offered to help alleviate the situation.... Before you could argue, Zion finally spoke. "Hey." The action made you finally look at him properly. He looked calm as ever. "You've been avoiding me." "..."The accusation made your brain short circuit. You had been. Of course you had- But why did he make it sound like as if he wasn't the cause...Maybe you were overthinking his words...? He always did have trouble with conveying things.... You opened your mouth to respond but didn't say a peep. You didn't know what to say to that. Caleb coughed as if signaling something - the subtle interruption seemed to cause Zion slightly lose his composure before straightening himself again. His expression shifted slightly to a more apologetic one. "I'm sorry, I meant-" He breathed out a sigh and folded his hands on the table. "I know you found the photos. And that it makes you uncomfortable." Casual. The way he said it was too casual. As if all he did was ate the last pieces of cereal and put the box back instead of throwing it out or left the bathroom pipe running...He came off as too casual about it. "Yeah, it does actually" You agreed. " I've been waiting for an explanation on why you would have those....Why would you hide photos of me behind your wallpaper...How'd you obtain some of those...Is that all you have of me..."the confession started to pour out as if a dam broke. "I've been so scared and confused for almost a week with those thoughts running in my head that I can barely even look at you...I hate it, I don't want to be scared of you but I am." Tears threaten to build in your eyes but you try to hold back. "I'm sorry." Zion said more remorseful. "I hadn't meant for you to find out like this." "And how exactly did you want me to find out?" "...Preferably not ever concerning the photos but my feelings...I'd like to have confess under better circumstances." he confessed stiffly. You freezed at that. You felt like you had just been stabbed in the neck with the pain the seized you in that moment. "Zion...I can't. You're my best friend...we can't" You covered your face with your hands as the words spilled inadequately from your mouth. You felt tongue-tied. Zion went quiet at that and silence fell once again. "Why?" Caleb spoke up. "...Why?" You paused and uncovered your face to look at Caleb. "Why what?" "Why can't you reciprocate his feelings?" You jumped back in your chair as if you had just been physically burned. You looked at Caleb, waiting for him to laugh and say that was a bad joke but he looked dead serious. "Why would you even ask me that...You of all people should know the answer to that!" you felt betrayed in that moment from Caleb's insensitivity.

You could hear the buzz of the ac unit grow louder. It worked now yet you felt your skin start to get sticky from how sweaty you were becoming. Your mind hazy.

After how many times this week you cried in Caleb's shoulder when they were alone because of how fucked this whole thing was...For him to say that .... Caleb slowly smiled and reached for your hand "You love us." ...? His fingers intertwined in yours gently "We've been together for almost 20+ years and been through so much together. We both love you and you love us...You told us that you couldn't live without us so what if the relationship slightly changes?" ... You snatched the hand Caleb held softly away and nursed it with your opposite. You shook as you stared at him but the male kept a smile on his face. He pushed back his own box braids behind his ear and the beads jingled lightly. "Shit, this is going horrible isn't it?" he laughed out as if trying to clear the atmosphere. "I told you we should've planned this out better. You insisted on an honest conversation." Zion said flatly. Caleb scoffed in a mean sort of way. "Yeah well, I also told you to take that shit down because it was creepy but someone didn't want to listen to reason." Zion shot him a glare as if telling him to shut up and Caleb slapped a hand over his mouth as if realizing what he did. "Oops" he eked out. You zoned in on that and shot him a slow gaze as your stomach seem to sink ever impossibly more at these revelations. "...Did you...You knew didn't you...about those photos..." You laughed once, it sounded hollow. "That's why you acted all normal all week and even now..." Caleb winced. "Okay- see- When you say it like that..." "You knew the whole time and yet-!" Your voice raised louder.

The realization crashed over you all at once.

That's why he'd acted so normal.

Why he'd never seemed shocked after the initial conversation you guys had.

Why he'd spent the entire week reassuring you instead of sharing your concern.

Because none of it had been news to him. This fucker knew the entire time!

Caleb looked over to Zion as if asking for help. "This keeps on getting worse!" "It's because you can't keep your mouth shut." Zion replied exasperated. Caleb didn't confirm it but that was enough to convince you. "S-so what? Were you helping him? Do you...you like me too?" Caleb crossed his arms into 'X's' "Wait wait wait! Let me be clear, I did not help him do that world's creepiest photo scrap- our loveable Zion is just a freak with it! As for liking you..." He softened a bit and scratched the back of his head. "Well I think you already know...." Zion stepped on Caleb's feet making him yelp. "You can stop talking now." "Duly noted..." Zion sighed as if frustrated and rubbed the bridge of his nose for a moment before resting his hands on the table again. "Listen to me, squirt" he used your old childhood nickname. "I understand this might be distressing."

"Distressing?" You laughed. "My friend admitted to fucking having a photo shrine of me and the other friend I told already fucking knew and just let me cry about it to him for a week. And now you're both saying you like me on top of that!" The words sounded ridiculous spoken aloud- you almost couldn't believe it despite your slow acceptance of this irrefutable fact. "That's true." Zion nodded. "We should've conducted this better" You scoffed but he continued. "...To be honest I do agree with Caleb however." "You do?" Caleb asked surprised. "Yes...I do. Listen... there's nothing wrong with changing what we title our relationship...In fact, since everything is out now..." Zion grabbed Caleb's hand and squeezed it. "We already have started doing so." You watched as Caleb's face flushed, eyes widening into saucers. "Wah...that's seriously so smooth~. What a heart stopper!" he squealed. "Shut up" Zion groaned. "Do you lack the ability to read the mood?" "You guys...Are dating? S-since when?" You spluttered confused interrupting whatever flirting the two had just done in front of you. "Since we first moved in together."

"T-that was like 4 years ago! I barely moved in a year ago and your telling me you guys kept that from me!" You slammed your hand on the table and pointed an incredulous finger at Zion. "We didn't want to startle you...And we figured if we came out dating , the likely hood of you reciprocating our feelings together would falter." "We were going to have one of us eventually confess and then slowly introduce the other so it wouldn't be awkward" Caleb blurted out with a laugh. "Boy that one didn't come to fruition though..." You thought it over...But your mind couldn't wrap around it...Your best friends, the people you trusted the most in the world, were going behind your back not only invading your boundaries but also lying and conspiring to your face. The thought of it all made you nauseous... You couldn't stay here. You had to go. "I'm leaving" You got up from your chair suddenly. " I can't stay here. I need to go" you said mostly to reassure yourself. It was all too much, you didn't want to continue this conversation but before you could start to make your way to the exit of the kitchen, Caleb grabbed your wrist once more. "Squirt~ Don't be like that! We're still talking-" The use of your childhood nickname made you squirm. You ripped your hand away from Caleb once more and backed away from him in disgust. He seemed shock at first and paused... but then an almost painted on smile crawled onto his face. "I was going to let it go the first time... " His voice was too light as he spoke. "But you're kinda hurting my feelings now." You didn't know what overtook you in that moment but you felt pure unadulterated fear that you didn't think your best friends of all people could provoke from you. You turned to run but once you did, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist and held you close. You heard an airy laugh blow on the crown of your head and you were held into a bruising grip. "Woah, you tried to run again." Caleb called over to Zion. "Your room or mine?" Zion sighed. "Bring him to mine, I figured something like this would happen." Terror fully flooded your veins. You struggled in Caleb's grip. "Stop! Let ME GO-!" A strong hand clamped over your mouth. "Sorry, I'm sorry- It's just if you scream, you'll alert the neighbors dude. Its the middle of the night, people are sleeping and all that." He sounded genuinely apologetic despite his callous words. He carried you to Zion's room, Zion enroute . It was humiliating that your struggling didn't deter Caleb and as they walked into Zion's room. You, in a last ditch effort, decided to chomp down harshly around Caleb's palm. "Yowch!" he yelped and dropped you with a thud.

You landed on your knees and scrambled to your feet to run past Caleb but unfortunately for you Zion blocked the way. "You're making this harder than it has to be , Squirt..." You never had qualms with how tall Zion was but tilting your head up to see him staring down at you made you feel like a prey animal. It was like his figure dwarfing your own scared the shit out of you and before you could dodge you he pounced. With little to no mercy, Zion snatched you by the hair , pulling at your scalp so you would be forced to follow. Pain blossomed across your scalp as you cried and was dragged backwards. You scratched and screamed at him but he didn't let off. Eventually he threw you onto his bed. As you bounced on the mattress beneath you, you curled up defensively, tears already falling and sticking to your face. Zion slowly descended on your trembling form and started to strip you. "S-stop! D-don't Zi!"Your pleas dissolved into sobs as you pushed at him but the male just insistently pulled your clothes off until you were in nothing but your boxers. He used your own shirt to tie a knot around your head to gag you and as if to add icing on top of it, he grabbed your hands and pinned them over your head . All you heard in the next second as you fought him was clinking and something metallic being clicked around both your wrists. You looked up in surprise. Zion who tutored you when you were younger. Who held your hand on rollercoasters.

Who bends down to tie your shoes for you. Who let you cry on his shoulder when you dropped out of university and let you live with him practically for free. -That Zion. Had just dragged you by the hair, thrown you onto his bed , stripped you nude, and chained you in place. You slowly looked at him- Really looked at him. You wish he was remorseless, that the actions he did would reveal that he was some sadistic monster faking his caring side but instead...you saw him soften, a solemn look on his face as Zion wiped the tears off your face tenderly with both his hands.  "I'm so sorry for that. I had no intentions of making that hurt...I just needed to make sure you were secured." He cupped your cheeks tenderly, smoothing his thumbs in circles over your skin.  You just stared at him absolutely harrowed, muffled whines trying to escape from the damp makeshift gag but failing. "Damn he bit me kinda good lmao..." Caleb came over and showed Zion his palm with your bite indentation...You shouldn't have held back you realized...You should've fully committed and made him bleed but some part of you didn't want to really hurt him... Zion rolled his eyes and backed off you, his legs still on either side of your waist but his weight no longer weighing on you fully. "You'll be fine."  "So rough..." Caleb reached over and pat you on the head in that way that used to soothe you when you were upset or annoyed. It instead now felt grimy feeling his fingers massage your scalp. "Did you have to toss him around like that- You even stripped him down to his undies, pervert~" Caleb whistled. His fingers moving through your hair made you sick to your stomach but you could only push away from him so much. "I only did that as it was necessary to keeping him here." Zion's tone was maddeningly practical. "Besides, it'd be uncomfortable for him to stay in his work clothes the whole time..." "Sure~ Sure~" Caleb sounded unconvinced but continued. "So what do we do now?" Zion seem to ponder for a moment before looking back down at you. "I think he needs time...We'll keep him in my room for tonight and we can talk again in the morning when tensions are lowered. Might have to keep him for few days to monitor him but eventually...I'm sure he'll hear us out and come to his senses." You hated the sound of that. You wondered if all of this could've been avoided in the first place if you had just asked before entering his room.  They do say ignorance is bliss afterall.