˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a piece of you for me
: ̗̀➛ parings : callie (yandereegg) x female!reader
: ̗̀➛ synopsis : callie has a habit. a very, very annoying habit.
: ̗̀➛ tags : second person, she/her pronouns, comedic, yandere themes , callie refers to reader as “angel”
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he did it again.
she stared at her reflection, toothbrush hanging in her mouth as one hand pulled at a lock of hair.
and the huge length of it that was noticeably chopped off.
she let out a groan, throwing her head back a bit and dropping her hand, going back to brushing her teeth.
a knock rapped on the bathroom door, jiggling with the knob. “a-angel? it's almost been five minutes. y-you’re not trying to escape me, right?”
she spat out the toothpaste, turning back to look at the door. “callie, we’re on the second floor.” she called out, holding back an eye roll, “I’m literally just brushing my teeth. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“ten seconds, or I’m breaking the door down,” was his response, and she knew damn well he’d do it too.
even if he was scrawny, he had the brute force of an mma boxer.
that’s the last thing she needed on her apartment deposit.
she finished up, rinsing her toothbrush and putting it in the holder.
she made her way to the door, opening it up at the exact moment callie had his foot in the air, gripping the door frame with a cold expression.
he squeaked, putting his foot down and instantly changing his face to an innocent smile. “angel! oh, I missed you so much!” he opened his arms to hug her.
“hold it.” she holds him back, pressing her hand against his face. he whined, arms flapping to try and wrap around her.
“a-angel-“ his voice was muffled against her hand, “l-let me hold you, please, I-I need to hold you before I go crazy.”
she lets out a snort. “callie, first of all, you’re already crazy,” she pinches his nose, making him pout.
“second, you need to explain something.” she pulled the strand of hair up, showing him the obviously chopped piece.
callie blinked, tilting his head and pulling back. “oh, that?” his voice was indifferent, like he wasn’t the one who chopped a length of hair off.
she sputtered, “oh, that?” she repeated, a bit mockingly, “callie, this is the fourth time this month you cut a piece of my hair!”
he pursed his lips, humming in thought, “fourth time? I don’t think I did it that many times.” he waved his hand, making her take a deep breath and sigh.
“okay, regardless of how many times-“
“I think it was, like, eight times.”
oh. my. god.
take a deep breath. universe, give me strength; I’m about to choke this fucker out.
she covered her face and let out a loud groan into her hands, “callie, what in the world are you even doing with my hair?” her voice is strained, heavy with defeat.
“I collect them!” he chirps, bouncing on his heels, cupping his hands in front of him, “oh, I love how soft your hair is.” she blocks his hand when he reaches out to touch it.
“and it’s to make sure I always have a piece of you when you’re not here.” callie pauses his movements, fiddling with his fingers, “I know I can’t…physically keep you here, s-so I thought of this as a better alternative.”
he tilts his head downward a bit, batting his eyelashes at her and giving her his best, kicked puppy drenched in rainwater look, “I-I’m sorry angel, I-I just l-love you so much, I won’t do it again, pinky promise, or better yet-!”
and, just like the absolute bat shit insane person he was, he pulls out a pair of scissors from his pocket.
“oh! n-no!” she held his wrist, keeping him from even thinking about doing that, giving him a strained laugh, “t-that’s not needed! I-I forgive you.”
she’s almost terrified to ask why he’s strapped with scissors. god, she needs a lock box to put everything sharp from this grown man.
callie blinked, before letting out a giggle, then letting it spiral into a full-blown laugh, “oh! oh angel! don’t worry, I wasn’t insinuating a blood oath.”
he gently pulled his wrist back, pulling a piece of his own hair and cutting off a good length.
he gave her a giddy smile, handing it to her, “there! now we’re even!”
she blinked down at the white hair in her hands, a heavy sigh.
“….yeah, okay.”