"𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝑜𝒽, 𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝓈𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓊𝓇𝑒.”
CW: Fem reader (she/her), possessiveness, suggestive
Note: This is my first time writing something like this and posting it...go easy on me o(>< )o
The chandlers decorated the ceiling above the spacious ballroom, giving a gentle glow to the people filling said ballroom. The social season has just started to blossom, giving men and women room to court each other if one is blessed with the opportunity for such an experience. Catching the eye of a reliable suitor is quite troublesome– most of the men here do not fit any of your requirements, and if they did, they would suddenly be caught in a scandal of sorts, causing them to be an outcast. Not a good look on you or your family name.
You idly toy with the fan in your hand, your gaze sweeping over the sea of faces in the room. The task at hand feels insurmountable, and finding a suitable suitor in this town is daunting. Perhaps, you muse, debuting late was a misstep, a decision that now seems to mock you. You could always become a spinster…and ruin your reputation and lineage because you choose such an idiotic choice… regrettably it may be the easier option.
“Pray tell why you’re glued to this corner as if you’re some wallflower,” A witty baritone voice whispers in your ear, the hairs of your neck standing upright while a cold shiver runs down your spine.
The sense of familiarity washes over you, and the resentment still lingers from years ago makes its way forward. The Earl’s son, your childhood close friend, who left you without a word after he said he’d be there for you.
What a bastard
“Have you ever heard of personal space? Or have you forgotten the amount of lectures your mother ingrained into your head on etiquette when you were just a brat?” You bite back with venom coating every word you spit out. You place your fan on your left ear.
”Ah, I see.” He steps back and gives you space. “You’ve become cold-hearted towards me since my departure overseas. I was only gone for a mere moment.” He switches his position from behind you to in front of you. He takes up your whole vision, his maturity, more evident now since the last time you saw him as a juvenile boy. It's been a few years, hasn't it? Yet he still has his teasing nature; no boarding school or amount of lectures can take that away from him.
He bows a little lower than he should, his right hand to the opposite shoulder and his left arm behind his back. He looks up at you with those oh-so-regretful grey eyes. “I wholeheartedly apologize for departing overseas in such an impulsive matter without even notifying you in any way. I should’ve sent you letters and a hoard of messenger doves to accompany you”. “But I did not, and for that, my Lady, I've made a significant sin in your eyes– I do not deserve your forgiveness, but oh, if you could grant me such a pleasure.”
His voice is as quiet and soft as a starving mouse stealing food from a kitchen, careful for only your ears to pick up his pleas for forgiveness. Just as though you were a goddess punishing him, which he should be reprimanded tenfold in his eyes, who was he to abandon you without a trace? Though the situation before was entirely out of his hands, he didn’t want to go to that goddamned private school that was away from you; he fought tooth and nail not to go. Every house servant had to push and hold him down because he kept fighting; even his family members were victims of his wrath. His father, The Earl, still has fading scars from that night years ago.
He should’ve fought harder for you.
People around you start noticing; who wouldn’t? One of the most prestigious Earls of this country’s only son is bowing dishonourably low, borderline grovelling like a peasant caught stealing a measly loaf of bread. You feel eyes turning onto you, women whispering between their fans to one another, wondering in what predicament the next-in-line Earl would be for him to be embarrassingly bowing to a one-of-a-mill daughter of a viscount—a rank lower than him and a woman at that; your fan placement is not making it look better. Immediately change the position of your fan from your left ear to twirling it in your left hand, hoping he understands the situation he has put not only him but you in.
He only smiles in return. “Stand straight; You look like a fool.” You hiss, “Do I have your forgiveness, Darling?” a scoff escapes your mouth. “That is either here or there! Be proper. Others are watching.” That doesnt deter him, nor does he care about them. “So my apology wasn't sufficient? Since you are thinking about everyone else but me.”
More eyes make their way onto the pair of you, and whispers grow with the exchange of gossip. “You’re acting like a child-” He cuts you off. “Shall I go on my knees for you? I mean, I wouldn’t mind, but preferably, I would love to be in a more…secluded environment.” A smirk graces his lips at the thought. “Or shall I kiss your feet-”
“You are a soon-to-be- Earl! Has that school taught you nothing? God, you’ve become more insufferable, I swear.” Your face feels warmer now, and embarrassment takes over you from his childish yet sincere teasing.
The young lord’s eyes fixated on you, on your lips, how your dress accentuates your already perfect self, your hands, oh, how he wishes to feel them against his. The years it's been since he saw you, he could listen to you scold him for hours on end; it doesn’t matter what you are saying. Just hearing your voice is enough. God knows it's been too long since he’s been deprived of you. He thanks his past self for sabotaging whatever male decided to even think of courting you. Though he was far away, his social standing never changed.
The lord decided by the second month he was away from you to pay his old servants to send him as much information as possible on the vermins that would try to nestle their way into your life. He would…No, he has ruined anyone who wanted to get in between you two. And he’ll keep it that way. You’ve stolen his heart since meeting him as a lad.
“So you wish for me to kneel? As you wish.” He starts to kneel; gasps can be heard. But you stop him, holding his shoulders upright; his eyes widen as you touch him.
You’re so close
“I forgive you…I forgive you…”
“I forgive you, Ambrose…”
Oh…
His name on your tongue….
His mind blanks. Has he gone to heaven? Oh, you sweet angel, you have him wrapped around your finger. And he wouldn’t want it any other way.
His smile is blinding as he stands and looks down at you.
“Then now that's settled…May I have the honour of a dance with yours truly?”
.." Or shall I beg more?"
End Notes:
Fun fact (not really): I based most of this post on The Regency era, and that includes fan language! That is why I described the readers' actions with it.
Placing the fan on your left ear means "I wish to get rid of you."
Twirling the fan with your left hand means "We are watched."
Thought that would be something fun to add (^.^)
Yandere reactions to ‘Come inside my heart’ by IV of spades.
Izuku Midoriya
You and Izuku had been friends for a while now, after you’d transferred to UA in first year he’d made a beeline for you at lunch, you still weren’t sure why. You were in the support class, and he’d claimed he’d looked at your designs and wanted your help. Izuku wasn’t lying exactly, he did like your designs, but he really liked you even more.
And now you were here, in your third year and sat in Izuku’s dorm room. He was looking for add ons that could help his costume, an you’d been more than happy to help, as you always were. You didn’t exactly know when your feelings had developed into ‘more than friends’, but you did know you’d never tell him. You were almost sure he had a thing going with Uraraka, anyway, the two did seem close. You had your headphones on, so focused on your thoughts and Izuku’s costume you didn’t even notice yourself quietly singing along to what you were listening to, but Izuku did. Izuku noticed everything you did, from the moment you two first became friends. So of course he noticed you singing, albeit it very quiet, and you were only singing parts of it. Still, it was enough for him to look the song up, and his face went red as he saw the lyrics.They had to be about him, of course, you were his, there was no one else as close to you, he’d made sure of that. With your love for him finally confirmed, Izuku leapt up from the bed, walking up to your hunched form and hugging you from behind. You let out a squeak, face flushed as you turned your music off, ready to ask Izuku what he needed.
“You do love me, don’t you Y/n!” He didn’t leave room for debate in the sentence, his eyes brighter than you’d ever seen, tears making them glisten and all you could do was backpedal and try to find out how he knew.
“I don’t know what you mean? Are you feeling okay?” You managed to get out, your words not having any effect on Izuku’s good mood. He spun your chair so you were facing him, and you were reminded again of how strong he was, despite his smaller height.
“I knew you felt the same way!” Izuku was on cloud nine, pulling you close and peppering kisses all over your face. He ignored your squeaks of protest, too focused on how happy he is, you love him.
“This is perfect, Y/n! Now you finally know how I feel, and we can be together forever, you’ll make my costumes and I’ll be the greatest hero and keep you safe!”
Katsuki Bakugo
You and Bakugo had never been close, exactly, you had mutual friends, and he always seemed to be around, but that really was the extent of your relationship. Despite that, your feelings had decided to sucker punch you right in the chest by choosing Bakugo of all people to fall for. He was rude, abrasive, highly emotional, and still, he was it.
You were sitting in the library during lunch, big test the only thing playing on your mind. Your eyes scanned over the pages, music playing through your headphones, and you sang absentmindedly. Bakugo was lurking behind the bookshelves, hands stuck deep in his pockets as he watched you. It had been months, and he hadn’t managed to get any closer, you simply brushed him off. And now here he was, hiding behind bookshelves. He couldn’t deny how adorable you looked, head bobbing along to the lyrics, and that was when Bakugo actually paid attention. He only needed a few words to find the song, and as he read it a grin slipped onto his face.
Well, you’d aced the test, and now it was time to kick back and relax in bed. You were the only one home, using it to your full advantage as you lounged in bed, movie on and lights off. Your window opening had you turning in surprise, scream completely disappearing when you saw Bakugo of all people.
You couldn’t speak, stuttering and flushing and pulling the covers up because you were only wearing an oversized shirt. The blonde didn’t talk as he walked over, climbing onto the bed and straddling your thighs before he spoke, cocky smirk painting his face and head tilted to the side.
“So, you love me, huh?”
Shoto Todoroki
It was summer break of third year, finally, and you’d been planning to spend it with Uraraka. But then she’d invited Tenya, and Izuku, and Todoroki. You didn’t have a problem with Todoroki, he just… had such intense eyes. The times you’d accidentally made eye contact had left shocks going through your body for hours. He was one of the hottest people in the entire school, who could blame you if your daydreams happened to feature him? But now Todoroki would be staying with you, at the vacation house, all summer break.
The others had gone out to get groceries before you woke up, leaving you with the house to yourself until they got back. You were taking the time to relax, you couldn’t help but be somewhat tense around Todoroki. You’d been listening to music as you thought, quiet melody leaving your mouth. Imagine your surprise when your chair was yanked back, headphones leaving your head as you were turned around. Todoroki had just… lost it when he heard the lyrics. Your eyes met dual coloured ones, brighter than you’d ever seen them. Your mind flashed to your singing and your face flushed, mouth opened to explain yourself before Todoroki was kissing you. You were, pardon the pun, frozen in your seat, but he kept kissing you and your eyes fluttered closed.
“Thank god you feel the same, that should make everything easier.” He muttered, busying himself with mouthing at your neck.
“You are mine, after all.”
Tamaki Amajiki
Being friends with Mirio, of course you knew Tamaki, but you’d barely spoken, the one conversation you’d had was him insisting you call him Tamaki before he had to go face the wall. You couldn’t deny he was utterly adorable, but you lacked the guts to actually… do anything, so you tried to just ignore the feelings, but they still peaked through.
You should’ve known the party would blow, but Mirio had insisted you go, and now you were here. Thank god your dorm wasn’t far, less than five minutes. You were humming along to your favorite song, fingers tapping the rhythm on your thigh. The music made you rather oblivious to your surroundings, which was why you didn’t notice Tamaki following you, blush high on his cheekbones.
He just wanted to make sure you got home safe, really. You don’t consume his every waking moment he swears. Of course he’d pay attention to the lyrics of the song, he paid attention to everything you did. So when he heard the lyrics, he knew they were about him, that you were trying to tell him how you felt. And that was how he found himself outside your door, adrenaline high numbing any anxiety he had as he knocked.
You looked adorable when you answered, confusion dancing across your features but quickly melting into pleasant surprise.
“I-I heard your s-song!” Tamaki spluttered, going even crazier when your cheeks flushed. No excuses came to mind, and you blushed even harder, teeth worrying your lower lip and that was it. Tamaki grabbed your face, pulling you closer and finally, finally kissing you. It was heaven.
Yandere reactions to someone who isn’t interested in soulmates.
a/n; I fuckin,,, actually love this idea,,, if y’all want me to do a part two or you want to see some different characters p l e a s e lemme know
Izuku
You’d gotten used to ignoring it, the string tied oh so nice around your pinky, meant to be connecting you to you ‘other half.’ It was bullshit, of course. You’d seen what people could do to their soulmates, and you wanted no part in that. You’d been just fine on your own so far, and were determined to continue with that, despite your string seeming to have less slack than you remembered.
Maybe you didn’t have the best schedule, buying groceries at eleven pm wasn’t the best decision you’d ever made. Still, here you were, scurrying towards your car, thinking about how warm your bed was-
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!” You hissed, barely managing to save your bags as you tried to recover from running into… well whoever they were.
“It’s no problem! You look like you could use a hand” A light voice answered you, and you finally looked up into green eyes, the moon reflected back in them.
“Oh no, I’m good, really.” You shook your head, the surprise fading into a feeling you could only describe as wrong. You averted your eyes, glancing down at the bags you were carrying and- oh. Your string was pulled tight, glowing in the dim lighting and connecting right to the strangers finger.
“Look, uh..” You started, frowning when you realised you didn’t know his name.
“Izuku.”
“Right, yeah. Well I’m Y/n. Uh… Izuku, look, I’m really not uh, interested in the whole soulmate thing. Good luck finding someone, though.” You smiled, nodding before you turned away, fully intending to go to your car. Izuku had other plans, however, his blow to your head making you black out.
You groaned as you came to, headache flaring to life and reminding you of everything that had happened. Fucking soulmates. That Izuku sure did pack a punch, you had to admit. How strong was he? Speak of the devil and he appears. The man of the hour came through the door just at that moment, carrying a tray and wearing a somewhat sheepish smile. He took a seat on the bed, setting the tray down in front of you. You didn’t speak, looking at him with narrowed eyes. Izuku was attractive, that much was true, you’d probably go for him if not for this whole… situation.
“I’m really sorry about all this! But you’re my soulmate and you were just going to walk away! I couldn’t let you do that, I love you Y/n!” He burst out, green eyes shining as he leant closer to you. Cool, of course your soulmate was insane.
“Look, you barely know me, Izuku.” You kept your voice steady, ignoring how intense his eyes were, you really weren’t in the mood to get on his bad side.
“But I do, you’re my soulmate!”
“I don’t want a soulmate, Izuku. I’m peachy keen on my own.”
He got closer at that, crawling over your legs and far too close to sitting in your lap for your liking.
“No you’re not, you need me, Y/n. You’ll see how much you love me!”
Katsuki
The bracelet dug into your skin, it wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable enough to be annoying. It was better than the alternative, inked words covered up by leather. You hadn’t seen any soulmate pairings turn out well, your parents had fought constantly, and your best friends soulmate had cheated on her. So yeah, you really, really didn’t buy into it.
You were walking back to your dorm when it happened. You’d barely slept for the past week, classes and finals taking up all the time you had. College was, to put it nicely, kicking your entire ass. Coffee could only do so much, and you could swear you were seeing double as you walked. When was the last time you’d eaten? You really needed to get back to your room. Strong arms caught you as you started to fall, to exhausted to register anything but words whispered in your ear.
‘Fucking idiot, don’t worry. I’ve got you now.’
The words were still ringing in your head when you woke up, feeling more rested than you had in far too long. You managed to get yourself into a sitting position, rehearsing what you’d say to whoever came in. The bed was far too nice to be yours, black duvet and dark red sheets. You were foolishly calm, this would be easy to sort out, right? The door finally opened, and you kept your eyes down as you spoke.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in soulmates”
“Yeah, I fuckin know, had that shit tattooed on me my whole life.” His voice was gruff, prompting you to look up at him. Well, he was much more attractive than you’d originally thought, that wasn’t going to make anything easier.
“Right, okay, guess we can just… go our separate ways?” You were hopeful now, he seemed to be pretty reasonable.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” His laugh was rough, as though you’d told a joke. He set a tray down on the table next to you, pressing a glass of water into your hands before you could protest.
“You can’t even take care of yourself, Y/n, how would you make it without me? Now, are you gonna be good and drink that water, or am I gonna have to make you.”
Shoto
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn shorts, or anything that fell above the knee, really. The reasoning was solid, a heliotrope flower bloomed on your thigh, petals coloured blue and white. Everyone had a mark, and when they found it’s match they’d find their soulmate. You’d rather focus on becoming a hero, however, thus you covered it up.
Training wasn’t even done, and your pants were ruined, one of the risks of training with Mina. The girl in question was running towards you, along with Ochaco. Sighing, you took in the state of your pants, Mina’s acid had successfully ruined them, well, almost all of them. You didn’t have a spare, so you merely ripped the ruined rags away, leaving you in shorts, with the damned mark standing out against your skin.
“Y/n! Is that your soulmark?” Mina finally reached you, Ochaco hot on her heels.
“It’s so pretty, why’d you cover it up?” The brunette asked, head tilted to the side.
“Oh uh, I was always more interested in being a hero! So soulmates aren’t really important to me, I need to focus on school!” You smiled, thankful that even Mina left it at that, and you could get back to training, not noticing dual coloured eyes fixed to your form, on a mark that matched their own exactly.
Shoto tried to respect your wishes, but you were close friends, and you were always there. And having you so close was just… too much for him. He knew he had to do something, he just… couldn’t stand not having you anymore, it was driving him insane.
Your hands were bound when you woke up, not tightly, but cuffs on your wrist connected to the headboard, the chain was too short for you to move off of the bed. A frown crossed your features as you tried to remember what happened, the last thing you could recall was Shoto inviting you over for tea, and now you were here.
“Shoto?” You called out, voice rough from sleep. The boy was there in an instant, pulling you close and smoothing his hand over your hair.
“It’s okay Y/n, it’s all going to be okay. You’ll come to see that this is for the best, okay? I promise.”
Synopsis; You manage to snag Miguel’s gizmo and escape to another universe. How long will it take before he, or the spider society, find you?
Word count; 2.8k
Reader description; Female/GN
TW; kidnapping, probably terrible spanish (i did use sources Spanish-speaking users suggested), non-con touching, yandere themes, dark writing.
Notes; {if i mistranslated any of the spanish please do contact me in my DMs. I wanted this fic to be better but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Did not proofread.}
Midnight coated New York in a dark blue hue. Most nights the city lights illuminate the darkness, providing the ability to see. However, the motel you find yourself ambling to is the more isolated part of the city.
Rain poured down heavily, producing cacophonous echoes of raindrops slamming against the concrete. Clad in a drenched hoodie and damp black yoga pants, you scurry to the other side of the street just in time to avoid being hit by the passing truck.
Cigarette smoke and frigid rain overwhelm your senses, mainly due to the cigarette buds scattered on the motel parking lot.
The motel is okay looking. By no means does it look nice, but it isn’t a hard no.
“Guess this is where I’ll sleep tonight,” you mumble to yourself. You take a brief glance at your surroundings. Night overcame the sky, giving the atmosphere a dark hue but the lights gave you a clear standpoint.
Numerous lights hummed irritatingly, not even a minute passed and you found yourself obtaining a headache. You navigate the main office, which is on the left side of the horseshoe-shaped building, and a blue neon sign points in the direction of the office. You started sauntering over, putting pep in your step when the cold rain declined heavier than it did the last five minutes.
Six months ago, you wouldn’t be having this problem. At least that’s what you believed. You could’ve been at your apartment, catching up on a show you’ve failed to complete thanks to your busy work schedule.
Unfortunately for you, doing a task as simple as watching your television, in your home, was truly impossible. Why? Because the earth you roam isn’t yours, to begin with. Your apartment isn’t yours. The job you work isn’t yours. You aren’t certain you even exist in this universe.
You can’t find the strength to complain. Honestly, you’re delighted to be away from the man who stole you away from society.
Miguel O’Hara.
Otherwise known as Spiderman 2099. You know, the superhero.
It must be confusing to hear that a superhero kidnaped a poor civilian. Superheros don’t normally commit unforgivable acts. Regardless, Miguel didn't care. Miguel is aware he is different from other heroes given his beliefs. Abducting you was just one of the many wrongs Miguel fulfilled.
You just wished you knew his motives at the beginning. If you did, you wouldn't have to search for sanctuary. You wouldn't have to lie low in a different universe.
Before Miguel, you lived a decent life that included a decent job. It was a Tuesday afternoon with sunny weather and clear skies. Your friends invited you to a picnic at the park and, for once having a clear schedule you agreed. You recall the sun beaming down on you, overheating your body to the point shade was a necessity. You moved from the picnic blanket to a nearby bent tree. One moment you're enjoying the shade, the next you're falling. Then something transpired. You jerked in the air, something white clinging to the front of your shirt. You felt your body floating in the air, legs thrashing in fear when your body conceded it was in mid-air.
You must have fainted because you have no recollection of what transpired next. What you do remember was watching through bleary eyes as four strangers hovered over you clearly disputing. Currently, you know them by Jessica Drew, Peter B. Parker, the iron spider, And Miguel O’Hara.
The accountability for your well-being somehow landed in the hands of Miguel. In the beginning, Miguel had such a short patience for you, not that he didn't possess an attitude with anyone else, he just happened to have a really short fuse with you.
His explosive temper with you was undeserving. You hardly gave him any reason to blow up. Your presence alone just pissed him off, at least it appeared so.
You avoided him as much as possible; Departing a room when he entered. Ensuring any errands were accomplished before he arrived home, so you didn't have to leave your room to aggravate him.
Then he began to seek you out; popping up wherever you were in his apartment. Alone watching television on the couch? Not anymore. Miguel joined you on the other side silently watching as well. Sitting silently in the dining room eating lunch? Miguel enters with a bowl of cereal, starting a conversation about the day’s news. Enjoy video games and decide to play by yourself? Miguel grabs a controller and questions the rules and certain controls.
For someone who was as snappy at you as a feral dog, he sure did like to invade your solitude.
By the second month of staying at Miguel’s, he found solace in your presence. He became relaxed. Nice even. And then by the fourth month, you became friends. You never visualized being anything other than friends, but unbeknownst to you, Miguel did.
When you first caught the news of Peter figuring out what universe you belonged to, you were ecstatic. After all, the mystery of your universe's number had been the sole reason for crashing with Miguel and not immediately returning home.
You turned to Miguel, asking when was the appropriate time to drop you off. To your astonishment, Miguel’s brows furrowed, and his lips morphed into a grimace, “you will not be returning.” he affirmed.
Miguel shocked not only you, but everyone witnessing the scene. A gauche silence conquered the atmosphere.
You and Miguel stared at each other for a beat, then you voiced your perplexity. “What do you mean “I will not be returning?” Miguel, I need to go home.” you took a step closer to Miguel.
Miguel gazed at you with an uninterested stare. “What I say goes, (Name). And I say you're staying here.” he spun around, returning to whatever he had been working on before. “We all have a busy schedule and dropping you off will only alter it.”
“It’s not worth it,” he said like he was ending the conversation.
“Okay, then Peter can take me home when he needs to drop off Mayday.” you insisted, looking over at Peter to see if he’d be alright with your plan.
No expression was needed for you to catch on to the attitude Miguel began to gain. “(Name), I won’t tell you twice. The answer is no. Now, Peter take her back to my apartment. We’ll speak about the matter later, at the moment there are more important issues happening.”
You found it laughable. To think the minute you stepped into the man's sight he wanted you gone, but now Miguel was fighting you to stay with him. Ironic, isn’t it?
That night you and Miguel, the very moment he came inside his apartment, quarreled for an hour in a half. Your argument being you did not belong to him and could do whatever you pleased. Miguel’s argument was the insignificance of the matter to him.
You detected Miguel’s temper was starting to get out of hand. The way his fists began to clench, the way his brows creased, and the frown deepened after every sentence he uttered. You’ve seen his strength. His fierceness. And you’d rather leave than have any of his tantrums directed at you. Doing what any rational person would do, you attempted to leave the room. You advised him to de-stress before speaking to you again.
Miguel was having none of it. Not even a second passed before you were yanked back by the forearm.
You’re face-to-face with Miguel. Miguel towered over you, looking down at you with his signature red piercing stare. He bends down, momentarily staring at you until he finally speaks. “I can't allow you to leave.” The way he talks is low and if the room weren't already quiet, you wouldn’t have heard him. “I love you,” he confessed, voice cracking, closing his eyes as if it pained him to say it. He opened his eyes again. “And I won't allow myself to lose any other person I care for.”
Pulling twenty dollars out of the torn-up wallet you found on the side of the road, you slide it forward on the mahogany brown table. The fatigued receptionist glances at the money, then gazes at you with an irked expression.
“This isn’t enough.” She states matter-of-factly. She slides the twenty back to you.
You purse your lips, staring down at the cash. Twenty dollars is all you had. What were you to do now? The next nearest motel could be miles away; it was a miracle you made it to this.
Your eyes flicker back to her. You take two fingers pushing it back to her, giving her your best puppy eyes. “Please! I don't have anywhere else to go tonight. If I can’t stay here I’ll have to sleep on the streets.”
You were lying. You would’ve taken off by dawn, needing to be on the move after getting rested.
Her hardened expression softens. She takes a deep breath, eyes studying the money. Shaking her head, she takes the cash. “One night only, alright?”
You propose to her a smile, nodding with gratitude. She allotted you a key. A small golden-greenish key, with the number five engraved on the head. Tonight you’d sleep on the grounded floor of the motel.
The inside was decently prepared, having a dingy tone that gave off a haunted vibe. You hum in displeasure. Two queen-sized mattresses are positioned on the right side of the wall. They appeared stiff, and the blankets laying upon them looked thinner than a sheet of paper.
Sighing, you softly booted the door shut. Flopping down on the nearest bed, you groan at the sensation of the rough mattress.
When tomorrow comes you’d have to find a fresh location. Miguel could continually find your locale, thanks to not only Lyla but the whole Spider society. Perhaps you postponed his search this time. His watch or gizmo- whatever the hell it was- rests on your wrist.
Shifting your head to the side, pulling your hand out of your pocket, you glance at the gizmo.
Tightly clutched in Miguel’s hold, you stare quietly at the ceiling. You debate acting on your next actions. There were times Miguel slept lightly, aroused by creaks in the floorboard. Other times when the sound of glass shattering did not bother him even a little.
Glancing down at the arm wrapped securely around your midriff, you endeavor to gradually lift his arm up. He unconsciously retaliates, arms consolidating, resulting in a small gasp slipping from your lips. You’re quick to rub his arm, to offer him comfort, and to calm him.
It works. Miguel grumbles, his grasp faulting. You carefully move his arm aside, then unhurriedly get up from the bed.
Before leaving the room you observe Miguel. Miguel sleeps soundly, an angry expression inscribed on his face. But he is asleep, so you take your chance while you are able.
Tiptoeing into the kitchen, you immediately spot the gizmo on the marble counter. Compared to the technology you have at home, it was top-notched, a huge improvement. Of course, he lived in the year 2099. Obviously, there would be a difference in technology.
You grabbed the gizmo, examining the complexity. From monitoring the spider people using them, you know it’ll take you wherever universe you request. Great. However, you weren’t a spider person. If you teleported in the middle of the air, you couldn't grapple on the closest object with a web. Or claw your way down a building
Fuck it.
If dying meant escaping him, then so be it.
You didn’t really mean that. Every time you went to teleport to a different universe, you cringed retreating your hand.
“Jesus! Alright, I'm doing this!” you softly berated yourself. Bracing for the impact of the possible fall you might face, you shut your eyes tight and twisted the gizmo. “Please be on the ground, Please be on the ground, Please be on the ground!” you cried.
How long would it take them to find you? How far could you get?
God, being on the run was stressful.
Your eyes flutter closed, plush pillows luling your tired mind. ‘I should get some sleep’ you thought. Warmth spread throughout your numbing body, as you finally permitted yourself to sleep.
When you awake gasping for air, almost as if you’d been suffocating. Instantly you arise, a hand rushing to your chest confirming it still thumped with a beating heart. Your skin is sticky with cold sweat, making your clothes uncomfortably cling to your body. “What the fuck?” you barely uttered, mouth arid.
Suddenly you had a gut feeling to check the window. You stand, groggily walking toward the large window adjacent to the front door. Pinching the hem of the curtain, you haul it aside.
The night is still pristine, the stars glowing in the dark sky. Nothing seems out of place. And yet you continue to have that gut feeling. Look outside, there’s something outside. Your eyes move to the parking lot.
You see it.
Blue and red. Something blue and red is making its way toward the motel. Squinting, you can make out what it is. Miguel. It's Miguel!
“Oh, shit!” you expressed, dropping the curtain. Wasting no time you locked the bottom and top locks. You veered around, frantically searching for a place to hide. You are no fool. Locking the door was simply a distraction; Miguel would tear the door off its hinges in a second.
Hiding underneath the bed is a childish strategy. That and hiding underneath the covers. Still, you drop to your knees, squeezing underneath the bed, using the blankets to cover any spaces revealing you. Pressing the palm of your hand against both your mouth and nose, you listen closely to everything around you.
At first, all you hear is the air conditioning blowing cool air, and the people next door’s baby weeping. Then you hear it. The doorknob oscillation. Your eyes widen, fear causing your breath to hitch. When the door refuses to open, the person behind the door commences kicking in the door. One kick achieves them access to the room. The door slams against the wall, shaking the ground, sending a vibration under you.
“¿Qué carajo?” you know that voice anywhere. It’s Miguel speaking in his native language. A habit Miguel has when he’s angered or stressed. “¿Dónde está ella?” Miguel snaps, striding into the room with anger-powered steps.
You can see through the tiny slit in the blankets, Miguel turning to the table where you placed the gizmo. Miguel picks up the gizmo, putting it back on his wrist.
He shifts his concentration to finding you. He calls out your name, malice dripping from the way he shouts it. He disappears from sight, presumingly moving on to the bathroom. Many things are heard being tossed around. Miguel probably was looking for evidence of you staying here, apart from the gizmo.
You gather the courage to, oh, so carefully stretch your leg out, then proceed to quietly shuffle from under the bed. You waste no time, rushing out the door, feet bare without socks or shoes. The gravel burns the soles of your feet, scraping and imprinting on the skin.
You practically succeeded in leaving the lot until you caught a glimpse of what stalked behind you. On all fours, Miguel sprinted at you, claws scuffing the concrete, like a predator running after its prey.
“Holy shit! What the actual fuck!” you panic aloud, taking your eye off what was in front of you, your mind solely focusing on the man hunting you. Big mistake on your part. A concrete parking block is in your way, but you don’t see it. You jolt forward, tripping over the block, your other foot catching you before you hit the road.
Just when you thought you still had the chance of running away, you’re sorely mistaken. Miguel pounces on you, and the clash of your bodies colliding results in Miguel tumbling down the road, you secure in his arms.
The tumble ends; you’re struggling not to vomit, head resting on Miguel’s firm chest. The world spins. It’s easy to forget your position when the urge to throw up is fresh.
Miguel holds your head, pressing a myriad of kisses on every part of the skin visible, muttering with his eyes closed. “Gracias a Dios que estás bien.” He sounds so frantic, reciting those same words, his tongue stumbling over the utterances.
His eyelids raise, uncovering his red orbs. He presses his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes. It’s a domestic stunt that makes your stomach churn. “Debería estar furioso contigo, pero no lo estoy.” he huffs, then continues, “I’m happy you’re alright. I don’t know what I'd do if I lost you, mi alma.”
Taking your hand, he places a soft kiss on the back. “Had an anomaly harmed you, I would have ripped their fucking throat out!”
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Translations
- “¿Qué carajo?”/ what the fuck?
- “¿Dónde está ella?”/ where is she?
- “Debería estar furioso contigo, pero no lo estoy.”/ I should be furious with you, but I'm not.
- “Gracias a Dios que estás bien.”/ thank god you’re okay.
―wherever you go, whatever you do, they'll always trail behind.
directory: part two here.
contents: yandere male x gender-neutral reader. yandere female x gender-neutral reader. only reference to reader/darling is 'you'. implied murders.
notes: finally finished their introduction! they've been sitting in the back of my mind for a long while now.
You might've been a little scared. Your recent transfer to another university left you feeling lost, especially since you didn't know anyone. At the very least, you were well-off enough to afford a dormitory on campus.
And your first week went by great! You were able to somehow befriend numerous friend groups and floated between each. It wasn't long before your name was passed around and people were vaguely familiar with you. By the end of the first month, everyone knew you. You were being greeted in the hallways, given free things for your acquaintanceship, invited to any and every event... People were so comfortable with you that even gossip presented itself freely.
Of the idle chatter, one topic caught your curiosity: A pair of twins had just begun attending a month into the semester. You were curious, though you didn't have faces to tie to the names people gave you. The Mihailovs twins.
The circumstances around them seemed somewhat intriguing as you heard offhand comments here and there. Something about their origins, their sense of style, and the hyperbolic rumors of a murder caused by one of the twins.
So you decided when you could try to at least figure them out. The opportunity to meet other classmates was also something you kept at the forefront of your mind with academics, though it wasn't very difficult to keep track of as long as you kept your priorities straight.
You first meet the older twin of the two, Vitalina, after participating in a debate in one of your classes. While you were trying your best to give your contributions, Vitalina was on the opposing end keeping her head cool and hung low. It was kind of weird, but that wasn't the only odd thing she did during class. She spent half of the lecture playing mostly cards, always alone. Sometimes, she was joined by other people who wanted to connect, but she seemed reluctant to spend time with anyone.
It wasn't until later that day in the library that you found her doing homework all by herself. She didn't seem to realize that you'd approached her at first, as it took her a minute to finally look at you. She stilled upon noting your presence. Surely, you didn't see her gazing at her homework like some of the words were written in an alien language and she couldn't read them, right?
"Do you need some help?" She didn't seem to miss your silent offer, slowly nodding before she looked back down. "...Yeah." Her tone was soft. She slid her paper towards you, her gaze remaining distant. There was no question as to what you'd ask for now as you took a seat beside her. "Vitalina, right? What can I do?"
You didn't realize it then, but you sealed your fate.
With your help, Vitalina was steadily able to keep up with her classes, and in the process, you were able to learn a lot more about her. You discovered that she had the tendency to be bored and detached from the things she became interested in, thus explaining a lot of her weird behaviors during lectures. However, the funny thing is that... She started to take an interest in you.
The changes were subtle at first, increasing inch by inch, enough for you to be unable to register them until someone else pointed it out while you were doing pair work for a class.
Over weeks, Vitalina had begun to act strangely — or, normally, which was why it was unusual. Her hair, previously always unruly, was combed and taken care of. She dressed differently, more feminine and neat, posh. It wasn't the same as before, but she seemed to be in a better state now compared to when you first met her. She talked more. She was smiling a lot, making small talk, and laughing along with you whenever you shared jokes with her during your only shared class and your time together in the library. She insisted that only you called her Lina, her nickname.
There was one thing, however, that seemed to remain consistent since the day you met her; She never showed interest in anyone other than you. Sure, it was obvious that you and others began seeing her as a popular girl after the changes, but she never seemed to care. She was completely indifferent to it, only keen on keeping you close for as much as she could help it.
You wouldn't have any idea of the disdain she felt towards your other friends. She seemed to start thinking that you wouldn't come back to her once you realized how much fun you would be having if you kept hanging out with them. She didn't like how your attention wasn't on her alone.
She couldn't have that— No, she really can't stand the idea of that!
It was why she suddenly started to chat people up. To you and everyone else, it was an overnight change. But to her, it was a necessary step in the long run that she made sure she took the social reputations of others in her control. That way, if anyone were to do anything unsavory to threaten her current relationship with you, she would be able to simply pull a string to ensure they'd never think of approaching you ever again.
She never stopped going to the library with you throughout all this, making up excuses as to why she still wanted to keep your quality time together. She even convinced you to go shopping together from time to time, as she just never bothered to hang with anyone outside of school and the events you both were invited to. It was just too hard for her to make conversation with new people.
And thankfully for Lina, you understood where she was coming from, so it was often you two together. It was peaceful that way, her neediness appeased knowing that you had time for her and you stuck to it.
Then her brother ruined it.
Try as Lina might to hide it from him, he wasn't blind to the hours she spent prettying herself up for you. At night, he could always see light shining from underneath her door. If she forgot to close it, sometimes he could make out her soft curses whenever she messed up during eyeliner practice.
She wouldn't do this for herself, no. Varis knew better than that. If it were the case she'd have done it ages ago, so there had to have been a reason for her dedication. It wasn't long for him to figure out the cause of that dedication was you. And from what he observed during his time sifting through the pictures Lina took with you after he hacked her phone, you didn't seem to be aware of it. It wasn't enough for him to watch you through a digital screen though, he felt as though he hadn't discovered all he needed to know about you before deciding if you were a good or bad influence on his twin.
He wanted to observe you from up close.
It was a bold move on his part to sit directly beside you while his sister was on the other, he was sure he could feel Lina glaring hatefully his way when she realized it. You, on the contrary, were struck by the physical similarities between the two.
Lina was pretty, yes, but Varis could be a model. It was strange to you that he somehow succeeded in being more alluring.
And as much as Lina wanted nothing more than to strangle someone of her blood, she didn't want you to think negatively of her so all she could do was sit tensely as Varis proceeded to make small talk after introductions came out of the way. Much to her chagrin, he never left after, opting to study in the library for a change with the excuse that the apartment was starting to feel stuffy. He didn't expect himself to like spending that study time with you though, considering he was never interested in socializing with anyone.
When the time came for you to bow out, the two had offered to walk with you to your dorm before they left for their apartment. The walk home was silent, one-sided tension could be felt. And the minute they entered their home, Lina's first instinct was to grab the nearest object and throw it to her brother.
After living with someone for so long, you'd grow to predict their actions, as Varis displayed when he caught her hand before she could let go of the flower vase. When her strength was unmatched, her verbal yells came next. How could he?! How did he know about you?! Was he trying to take you away too?! Does she have to destroy her brother?!
"Lina," Her shoulders tensed. Eyes glinting with near-murderous intent, glaring and mentally cursing him. "I'm not taking anyone." She didn't realize his other hand had gone to take something from behind him until the object taken had glinted in the dim light of their living space, a knife finding itself being pushed into her grasp. The implications were present, she could kill him right now.
It's so hard for her to outright kill someone, unlike him.
Sucking in her breath, Lina pushed Varis and pointed the edge his way. "Try anything funny and I won't forgive you." His eyes narrowed, holding up his arms in a lackluster manner, expression blank. She was trying so desperately to keep you away from him.
Why? What was it about you that had her so wrapped around your finger?
You and your effects on Lina were the only thing that occupied his mind when he retired to bed that evening.
The day after, he sought you out. He wanted to know you without Lina's presence, see what about you made her want to stick to you like glue. Why did she want you as her partner? What would happen if he involved himself further? He wanted to make sense of everything; he had a feeling this wasn't going to be the last time he found himself face-to-face with you.
The more time he spent around you, the more he began to be aware of this one growing feeling. A selfish desire to keep you all to himself, creeping up with no way to stop it. He couldn't explain it. He continued to pursue your time and attention, trying to pinpoint an explanation.
Somewhere along the way, the need for knowledge slipped away, and what replaced it was the rush of being with you. And fuck, now he knows. Now he knows why Lina had been acting strange, why she's changed, why she's so desperate to mold herself into someone you could desire. He understood, now all that was left was this feeling of yearning.
If Lina was doing her best to keep others away from you, he was making sure to erase those who he deemed a threat.
Slowly, people around you trickled less and less. Sudden decisions to relocate, disappear into another city with some friends in tow, and a few students turned up missing. It might've started to feel worrisome to you, but Lina was always there to chat you up and take the occurrences off of your mind.
It was because she knew who was behind all of it that she was able to keep calm. Had it been anyone else or an unknown party, she would've swept you along to a much safer place.
When Lina finally confronted her brother, ready to fight; Varis could only keep seated, relaxed. During the time she spent unable to face him, he had been contemplating. He didn't want to kill his sister if it ever came to that, his parents would know and people might catch on. While he was able to outrank her in strength, she would still be able to leave evidence on him. And if she succeeded in killing him instead, she would have difficulty disposing of the body privately.
You would inevitably find out, either way. You would come to hate them both if you did. That's why he an another idea in mind. "I know a way to get what we both want." His words struck his sister dumbfounded yet guarded, he took her inaction cue for him to continue and explain.
The next time you saw either of them, they were together. It was a surprise, given that both often spent time with you separately. When they noticed you, they'd glued themselves to your side in a matter of seconds. Lina had wrapped her arms around one of yours with a sweet smile, while Varis blankly towered comfortably over you with a hand around your shoulders.
Everything went by smoothly during the next few times you hung out with them, not a single ounce of hostility shared between either. You weren't incredibly dense enough to pick up on the fact that the twins had their disagreements, so you were simply glad they'd set aside whatever was driving a wedge between them.
In turn, they were both teaming up to spoil you little by little. Lina's always inviting you over to places to try new things together, while Varis always somehow keeps himself physically close and acts as a source of comfort. You'd receive gifts of things you needed or were running out of, and it essentially came to the point where the three of you were always together even on campus.
It was only a matter of time before they would decide it was time to whisk you away.
And they'd make sure you would have no reason to refuse.
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Gojo stared up at the blue sky with his back pressed against the soft golden sand. He could hear your giggles at a distance and got up, supporting himself on his elbow and he looked at you, playing in the deep blue water with a kid who looked just like him. He could hear the giggles and feel his lips stretch in a smile. You turned towards him and gestured to him to come and join you. He wanted to get up and join you but he couldn’t. He was trying to get up but his body didn’t move. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to muster every bit of strength he could, when he opened his eyes he was in the ambulance again, the monitor beeping and the flat line running across it, he looked down at you and saw that your eyes were lifeless, your hands turning cold,”You could have saved me, but you didn’t…You could have saved me..”. Gojo opened his mouth to say something but no words came out. “Why didn’t you save me? You could have..”. He tried his best to say something but he had no voice. You repeated in his head, “You could have saved me Satoru”..He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to wake up from this nightmare. “Sa..toru”. No no no no it’s a dream. It’s a dream. He felt your hands twitch in his and he got up gasping for air. He looked at you, eyes barely open, “‘toru..”.
Gojo leaned over and cupped your cheeks, “You’re awake! You’re awake!”. He pressed the button above your bed and called for the nurse. “Stay awake please..It’s going to be fine”. The nurses rushed through the door followed by Shoko and Utahime and ushered him outside. He ran to Geto and shook him, “She’s awake!”. Geto got up scrunching his face at his best friend but when his eyes met Gojo’s blown out ones he woke up. “What happened?”. Gojo stood up and started pacing around. “I don’t know. I was asleep and I heard her call my name and I thought it was a dream but then her hand moved and her eyes were open..barely but they were open. She woke up so she is going to be fine right?”.Words slurped out of his mouth and Geto frowned to understand them. Miwa and Mei were up as well, confused. When Miwa saw Gojo pacing around she assumed the worst and tears glossed her eyes. “Mr.Gojo what happened?”. Geto looked at her quivering lips and understood, “Miwa it is fine. She woke up”. He said the last part glancing sideways at Mei. “REALLY?!”. She got up in excitement and looked at Geto. “Yes she did..she did”. Gojo replied with a smile on his face.
You didn’t understand what was happening. It seemed like you had woken up from a long nap and nothing made sense. You could see Shoko talking to another doctor, someone was standing next to your bed and checking your pulse. You tried shaking your head to wake yourself up but you didn’t have strength. You couldn’t feel your left hand at all. There was a white light shining across your face and then right into your eye. Everything was muffled and slowly things started making sense. You could hear words. “It’s low”. “We need to wait”. “It’s normal”. You tried opening your mouth to call for your friend. “Sho..”. Shoko smiled at you and sat next to you. “What..going on”. Everything was taking too much of your energy. “It’s fine. You are fine y/n”. She squeezed your hand and wiped her tears. What was fine..what happened..why am I here..right..party…. accident… ambulance…Everything was starting to come back in bits and pieces. Shoko read your face and understood that you were trying to piece everything together. “Hey, don’t think too much okay? You need to rest..I will see you in the morning”. You nodded at her and took a deep breath. You were starting to feel your body again. You could feel sleep take over you but you didn’t want to sleep. You felt angry and hurt, you didn’t know the cause of it but these feelings were strong.
Shoko walked out and saw four pairs of eyes stare at her. “She’s awake. I have put her to sleep because she is still weak and now is not the best time for her to be awake”. “But she is fine..right?”. Shoko sighed and nodded her head. “Her vitals are normal, I spoke to her and she is responding fine”. Gojo looked up at her expectantly. “What did she say?”. Shoko dragged herself and slumped next to Geto. “She asked me what was going on and I told her everything is fine and I will talk to her in the morning”. Gojo got up and walked towards the door but Shoko stopped him. “Don’t. She needs sleep and I know your whiny ass wouldn’t let her. Let her rest”. Gojo nodded and released his grip from the metal bar. He couldn’t sleep, every cell in his body was fired up. He saw Geto and Shoko asleep and decided to step out to calm himself.
He was leaning on his back against the railing, his head threw back as he took deep breaths and felt the cold air sting his face. Mei walked in front of him with her hands in front of her. “What do you want?”. Gojo grunted as his eyes met hers’. “Just want to talk..normally. I am glad she is fine”. Gojo scoffed at her and turned around, resting his elbows on the railing. She walked and took her place next to him. “I mean it. I am glad she is fine..I guess I see how it was all my fault. I thought I was doing the right thing but I wasn’t..”.Gojo chuckled at her. “I have known you for a long time and I know you are not here because you are glad that y/n is fine, you are here to find out what happens to you”.
“That’s where you’re wrong. Tomorrow morning I will apologise to her, I will admit my mistake but what about you Satoru?”. Gojo turned his head towards her, “What about me? I know I should have believed her and I will apologise to her..I am not delusional to believe that I am not at fault”.
“But you are delusional to believe that she will forgive you”. Mei smiled at him. Anger rose inside Gojo and Mei understood she was playing a scary game. “You see as far as I know y/n I think she will forgive everyone, probably even me. But you? No. I think your betrayal must have hurt her the most. She loved you, even I could see it and she came to the party to convince you that she was right, if you would have believed her then she would have stayed with you and none of this would have happened..or if you would have believed her all those years ago then maybe just maybe her sister would have survived.. but you didn’t..so who is the real villain of her story?”.
Gojo chuckled. “I know that. That’s all I have been thinking about ever since we left the party..”.
“And you still expect her to take you back?”. Gojo nodded. "I'm never going to stop fighting for her, not in this life and not in next, I'd find her each time and beg her to let me stay by her side because that's where I belong"
Geto walked in with a cigarette between his lips and a lighter in his hand. “Oh..I hope I didn’t disturb you”. He said, smirking towards Gojo. Gojo scoffed and walked past him, patting his shoulder. Mei clenched her fist by her side watching Gojo walk away from her. Geto took his place at the railing and let out a puff of smoke. “Don’t mess with him.”. He said, staring at the skyline in front of him.
“I don’t understand why he is doing all this? I thought he hated her. I heard him say it countless times. So why all this now?”. Geto chuckled and took a long drag and watched the smoke disappear with the cold breeze. “He didn’t say it for her, it was a sad attempt to convince himself that he has the will to hate her”.
“Does he?”.
“Look at him and you’ll find your answer”.
Gojo took his place and checked his phone. it was 4:00 AM, he had a text from Mrs.Tanaka about the meeting with the board at 6:00 AM. He had expected this, for them to act out of desperation and try to bring him down. But he too had an ace up his sleeves. He called Ijichi and asked him to bring his car and spare clothes to the hospital. He was going to fix this rotten world for once and for all. It was all for you, he wanted to create this perfect world for you where nothing would hurt you. He didn’t care about the collateral damage when the final price was your happiness.
-x-
Gojo walked in with Ijichi and Miwa behind him. He had changed into a fresh set of clothes but his eyes gave away his exhaustion. He walked into the boardroom with the confidence of a soldier marching onto the battlefield. “Good Morning Everyone. I know it’s early for a lot of you but trust me it’ll be over soon”. He said, taking his seat at the head of the table with a devilish smile plastered to his face. “Mr.Gojo What is the meaning of all this? You are not the chairman-”.
“I know I know. Mrs.Tanaka is the acting chairman and I have been..quite absent from the scene but believe me I am well aware of everything that has been going on around here”. Mr.Watanabe sat down in his chair wiping the sweat beads from his foreheads. “Does anyone have any objections? Or should I begin?’. He asked sarcastically, scanning their scared faces. The room was radio silent with hesitant gazes of members.
“Perfect then! As you all know about Mr.Takahashi and his illegal activities within the company. Thanks to Mrs.Tanaka and a very close associate of mine we were able to get him and protect the face of the Gojo group at the same time. But you see he wasn’t the only one. Out of 50 of you I know how many are involved in insider trading, shell accounts, contractor bribing and whatnots-”.
‘Are you accusing us? We have worked with your father for 25 years and you have the audacity to question our integrity?”. Gojo rested his chin on his palms and smiled at the gentleman. “I wasn’t accusing anyone. To be honest I don’t even know which one of you has stolen from the group, but you are right. How can I accuse all of you for the crimes of some of you? Miwa..”. Miwa handed him three thick files. “Let’s see. This file contains names and details of those who have taken bribes from contractors”. The file hit the desk with a thud. Gojo could hear the nervous shuffle around the room and smiled to himself. “This file has the details of all the shell accounts of..some members”. He said, smirking in the direction of the man who spoke earlier. “Lastly, this file has the details of those who were involved in the insider trading and with Takahashi’s business”.
“What do you intend to do with it?”. Another man spoke from the end of the table. “I have detectives standing outside who will barge in on my one call and take care of this. But because all of you have been such Loyal friends of the group I have decided to give you one chance..In front of you is a file, which has a transfer of share agreement. For the past ten years you have stolen from the group and have used the same money to grab as much share as you could through your shell companies and offshore accounts. This is your chance to prove your loyalty to the group. You can transfer those shares back to group and retain your position as a member of the board or refuse to sign it, in which case I will personally hand over these files to the governor. Choice is yours..”.
“You can’t do that! You might be the chairman but your father holds the majority shares and without his vote and approval you cannot move against us”. Bingo. Gojo nodded his head in agreement, giving false confidence to the man. He could hear some of the members sigh in relief. “You are right..we do need approval of the majority..fine..I give my approval”. People stared at him in confusion, those who did the math understood what he meant and had a look of terror on their faces. “As of yesterday I, Gojo Satoru, personally hold the majority stakes of the group. If you don’t believe me then open the file and see the first document”. Everyone flipped the file open and their jaws dropped to the floor. “Now…if you may, choose your options carefully. Very carefully. I will give you 10 minutes”.
“What do you mean 10 minutes?! This is a matter of life for us!”. Gojo smiled. “You’re right. It is a matter of life and death so choose fast because at the end of 10 minutes I will choose for you. Now go ahead and do as you please, you see someone is waiting for me and I hate to keep my lady waiting”. He smirked at the worried faces. Miwa pressed the slide button and a neon red timer clock appeared on the screen behind Gojo.
Everyone started flipping through the pages frantically, with each agreement the proof of their crime was attached. All their details of every offshore bank account along with photos of their illegal activities and affairs were attached. Gojo wasn’t just going to send them to jail, he was going to send them to hell. He had the power to ruin not just their life but the lives of their entire family. Time was running out, few sat in shock with their heads in their hands, those who understood they were cornered signed the papers and leaned back in their chairs.
Mrs.Tanaka leaned towards Gojo, “What are you doing? Why make enemies Satoru?”.
“I am not making enemies, Mrs.Tanaka. I am training dogs to obey their master..”. MrsTanaka sighed and looked at the frowned faces across the room. She realised Gojo was right. The best way to earn loyalty in this cruel world was by false forgiveness. “How is she doing?”. She asked, looking at Gojo. The mask of sterness slipped off of his face for a second before it was back.
“She’s fine but not awake”. She kept her hand on his’, “It will be fine. She is strong. I know she will push through”. Gojo nodded at her and fixed his gaze on the bewildered members. The timer beeps after 10 minutes, indicating that it was all over. Miwa went around and collected all the files. Gojo went through each of them making sure they were signed. “Thank You everyone. I appreciate that you have found your loyalty once more. You may all leave now, expect those who got the blue files, you stay back”. People looked at the two piles of files in front of Gojo. Those who had gotten the red file gathered their documents and scurried out of the room like rats escaping from a tunnel. 10 people sat around the table including Gojo and Mrs.Tanaka.
“Why have you asked us to stay back?”. Mr.Watanabe spoke, the nerve between his eyebrows popping out against his flushed skin. “Because you did not just steal from the group, you also helped Takahashi”.
“We signed the agreement and now you have reduced us to mere puppets, what more do you want?”.
“Justice. You don’t deserve the easy way out, you mistreated Y/n L/n along with Takahashi, is that right?”. The men gulped looking at each other. “One of you even tried to harass her, who was it?”. Piercing blue eyes glared at them, his lips pressed together as his jaw clenched. When Miwa told him about how one of the men tried to make a pass at you Gojo almost threw this entire plan out of the window in exchange for that man’s life. “Either you tell me and confess or I tell you and make you pay. Decide.”. Gojo loosened his tie and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He got up and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt as he walked around the table. The men sat with their palms pressed on the table, unable to look at eachother. “I’ll count to 10. 1…2..3”. Gojo walked around them like a hunter deciding on his prey. “4…5….”. He ran his hand through his arctic white hair making some of them flinch in anticipation. “6…7…8…”. He reached his chair at the head of the table and leaned on it with his elbows pressed on the back of the chair. “9…”.
“I DID!”. One of the men yelled with a shaky breath. Gojo looked at him and smirked.
-x-
Gojo sat on the metal chair opposite to the trembling man, resting his folded arms on the back of the chair. He was back in the same basement where he dealt with the driver. The man muttered a feeble apology but Gojo only laughed at him. “I can’t believe you thought you could get away with it”.
“Mr.Gojo I am sorry..please..I have a family, a wife and children..please let me go”. Gojo checked his watch, it was 8:45 AM. He had called Shoko on his way here, he wanted to be there when you woke up but this business was important. She told him that you’d probably be out cold till noon and they would need to take you for scans to make sure everything was right. “So tell me what did you do..”.
The man hiccuped, “I..Takahashi told me that she was an ambitious girl who was willing to do anything for success and…I..”.
“You what?”.
“I invited her for dinner multiple times but she always refused and it pissed me off, I didn’t mean to do it Mr.Gojo I swear but that day she came to my office to get some files signed and I…”.
“You What?”. Gojo asked sternly, making the man shiver.
“I tried to..I tried to get close to her..but she..she got away..that’s ..that’s when Miwa came..she filed a complaint to HR..but…but I bribed the man and got it removed from the system…”.
Gojo got up and went to the other corner of the room, bringing a baseball bat with him. The man was visibly trembling in front of him. He swung the bat but before it could hit the man’s head he stopped it. A trail of warm liquid pooled at the foot of the chair as the man slowly opened his eyes. “Mr.Gojo please. I am sorry. I am ready to do anything please don’t kill me..please”.
“Oh I won’t kill you..no no no. Stand up and put your hands on the table”. The man stood up on trembling wet legs. Gojo kicked his chair to the other side of the room. "Which one is your dominant hand?".
"Mr Gojo …pl..please …". Gojo grabbed the man by his hair and yanked his head back, "Which hand did you use to touch Y/n?".
"Ll …left hand ..". Gojo swung the bat and brought it to his left arm. A faint crack of bones was heard in between the screaming man. Gojo looked at the bat in his hand and dropped it. He wanted to use his hands, he wanted to feel each wound he was about to give this man.
He walked out of the basement and his guards rushed to his side. Toji was standing with his arms behind his back. “Take care of him, make it look like an accident”.
“Is he dead?”. Toji asked, making his way inside, staring down at the writhing of a man. He was sure he had a broken jaw, probably a broken arm and few broken teeth.
“No, just a few broken bones". Gojo crouched down to look at the man. "Speak a word of this and I'd ruin your family. Got it?". The man managed to give a weak nod. "What did he do?" Toji askedz, the scar on his lips twitching upwards. "He harassed y/n". Toji took a sharp breath through his teeth. "That's unforgivable".
"Absolutely unforgivable".
-x-
Gojo saw Nanami sitting outside your room as he walked through the hallway, reading a newspaper. “What are you doing here”.
“I am here for Y/n”. Gojo sat opposite to him crossing his one leg over the other. “Are you still going to ask her to move with you?”.
“Yes”.
“What if I ask you not to?”. Nanami looked up from his newspaper. The man in front of him didn’t look like Gojo Satoru, heck he didn’t even look like the Gojo he met a day before. “Why shouldn’t I? Are you worried that she would agree?”.
“Yes. I know she would agree”. Nanami could not believe the man in front of him. Was it the same egoistic Gojo Satoru? A flame of sympathy was lit inside his heart upon seeing the desperate and dilapidated condition of Gojo, but he knew your happiness was more important than his sympathies. “She would agree because you are a good man, one who can keep her happy, who can give her a beautiful family and a happy life. But you can never love her like I do”. Gojo smiled sadly at Nanami.
“We both know that you have hurt her and I just want what's best for her”. Gojo nodded in agreement. “You are right I have hurt her, but what you don’t know is how much I love her. I have loved for 8 years, even if at times I tried to convince myself that I didn’t, I knew that I loved her at the end of the day. I hated myself for loving her but you know what?it’s this love that kept me going through every bad day and now that I realise my mistakes it seems it’s too late so I am asking you to let me have this one chance to make up for my mistakes, this one chance to show her how much I love her-”.
“What if she doesn’t share the same feelings?”. Nanami asked, keeping the folded newspaper on the table. Gojo chuckled lightly. “I am ready to be hated by her for the rest of my life but I need her to know how much I love her and it won’t be possible if she moves away”. Nanami pondered over his words. “Mr.Gojo I am not going to change my mind, maybe you can try to change hers’”.
“You might love her but not like you loved your wife. All you have for her is the residue of love you couldn’t give to your wife and Y/n deserves better than that.”. Nanami was silent for a while. He knew Gojo was right, the thought had crossed his mind multiple times but he wasn't going to step away for Gojo. “Let her decide how much my feelings matter”.
“Even if she agrees to move away with you, you and I both are aware of where her heart lies. What's the point of living if neither of you can love each other completely?”. Gojo knew some wars were won with might and some with words. He could not hurt Nanami, he seemed like a nice man who cared about you so he was going to win this one with words.
Before Nanami could reply, Mei interrupted their conversation.Gojo wondered how easy it would have been to get rid of Nanami if it wasn’t for you.
“Nanami..you are back”. She sat next to him. “Good Morning Ms.Mei”. Gojo looked at the two of them, it seems they have developed some kind of friendship. He understood that Nanami did not know about what Mei had done. Maybe this was something he could use…
Shoko came with two cups of coffee and placed one in front of Gojo. “You should eat something”. Gojo humend in response. “When will she wake up?”.
“Utahime is checking on her right now. The effects of medicine are wearing off so she can wake up any minute”.
“She’ll be fine right?”. Shoko smiled and nodded. “Yeah. All the tests are normal..Did you talk to Geto?”.
“Yeah he is on his way here. So..you and Geto?”. Shoko gave him a side eye glare. “What about it?”.
“Nothing. I am happy for you”. Shoko looked at the striking red marks along his white cuffs. “Did you get into a fight?”. She nudged her head towards the marks. Gojo folded them inside and shook his head. “Not really”.
“Then what are those fresh scars along your knuckles?”. Gojo chuckled as he inspected his knuckles. He had cleaned up before coming here but it was hard to hide these things from a doctor. “You and Geto make a perfect match. Nothing escapes your eye”.
“You haven’t answered me”.
“I..punched a wall”. Gojo plastered a fake smile on his face. “Yeah right”. Shoko rolled her eyes and continued to finish her coffee. “How long are you going to keep her here?”. She looked at Mei who was smiling at Nanami.
“Until y/n forgives her”.
-x-
Shoko stood and let the nurse check your vitals. “She is fine. Just sleeping. Seems the exhaustion has finally caught up to her. We will have to change the dressing on her wounds in the evening.”. Shoko nodded and took her place next to you going through your report.
You were awake once more. Your surroundings are lit by soft yellow lighting. You wanted to get up but your body felt numb. You lay there staring up at the ceiling playing the scene at the party in your head again and again. No amount of medicine could erase the pain you felt when Gojo said “I hate you” under his breath. You wondered why were you alive. Life was going to be the same again. You’d move away to another city to heal yourself and months later read the news about Mei and Gojo getting married. Tears ran down your cheeks, your skin burnt under the salty trail of emotions. You cried thinking how inconsequential your life had become, nothing would change if you were gone, Shoko would probably be the only one affected, but it wasn’t like she was alone.
You tried to remember when you first opened your eyes, you saw streaks of white, was it Gojo? Was he here? You remember someone yelling something but everything was blurry and muffled. You wondered why Gojo was here. Did Geto tell him everything? Did he finally realise his mistake? Or was he here out of guilt…Your thoughts drained your energy and you were once again enveloped by sleep.
You opened your eyes and things were clear now. “You’re up”. Shoko said, as she looked at you. “what happened?”. You tried getting up but winced when a sharp wave of pain travelled through your spine. Shoko got up and helped you sit as she adjusted the bed. She poured a glass of water and helped you drink it. “How do you feel?”.
“Sick..tired”.
“Is your head hurting?”.
“Not really. It just feels heavy”. Shoko nodded as she checked everything once again. “Shoko what happened?”.
“Take rest Y/n. We’ll talk about that later”.
“No..I want to know now..I had some weird dreams..Nothing made sense”. Shoko sighed and held your hand. “We can talk about that later. Right now you need to rest”.
“I don’t need rest. I am fine…tired but fine..Please tell me something..”.
“How much can you recall?”.
“I remember being at the party with Geto..I left and I was driving..I remember being in an ambulance and next thing I knew I was here..”. Shoko hummed and kept the closed file on the table. “I don’t know how much am I allowed to tell you but you were in an accident, a van rammed into your car flipping it over. Luckily medics arrived on time and brought you here. You had a lung laceration..a partial lung puncture and you had a head injury, don’t worry about it you are fine now..You also have a fractured wrist”. Shoko and you both looked at your wrist.
“Oh..I don’t remember much then”.
“That’s alright. It happens”.
“Y/n, I need to ask you something..”.
“What is it?”. Shoko took a deep breath and debated whether now is the right time to tell you. She sighed and spoke looking at her fingers. “Did you..did you take a pregnancy test recently?”.
“No, Why..are you asking this?”.
“I am asking because..your report showed that you were 4 weeks pregnant”. Silence filled the room and you opened your mouth to say something but you had no words. “I think you know whose it was”. You bit your lip and frowned at her. “What do you mean..was?”.
“It didn’t survive the crash..the bleeding was too much”.
“You’re telling me that I was pregnant and I lost it..I lost my..in the crash?”. Your voice hitched and tears welled up. “Calm down y/n..”. But you couldn’t calm down. You were hyperventilating and Shoko held you close to her chest to calm your breathing. “It’s alright..it’s over..you’re safe now…”.
“Safe? At what cost? Everything is ruined”. Shoko grabbed your hand, “No. Nothing is ruined. One accident does not ruin your life”. You wept in her arms thinking about everything you have lost. It took a while for Shoko to calm you down, reminding you that you need to focus on recovery now. “What happens now? What should I do?”. You looked teary eyed at Shoko.
“You’ll be here for a while. But trust me everything will be fine”. She gave you a sympathetic smile. “Also Geto needs to talk to you, if you are feeling fine then I’d suggest getting it out of the way, he just needs to take your statement for the case”. You took a deep breath and nodded at Shoko. “Fine..”.
Gojo stood outside with a fresh bouquet, waiting for Shoko to call him inside as she said she would wake you up. He hadn’t slept properly in two days now and was surviving on instant coffee. She smoothed out his shirt and pants and tried to fix his hair. Geto chuckled at his eagerness. “You look like shit”. Gojo rolled his eyes at his best friend. “Do I smell?”. Geto sniffed and shook his head. “Appearance should be the least of your concerns”.
“I know”. He had no idea what he was going to say to you, he just needed to see you. After waiting for over an hour the door finally opened. Before Gojo could move a muscle, Shoko raised her palm at the duo. “Suguru, you can take her statement”.
“I need to talk to her!”. Gojo frowned at her. “I understand but this is official work and it’s better to get it over with so she can focus on getting better”. Gojo pressed his lips and turned away, running his hand through his hair. Geto patted him lightly on his back. “It will be fine..”.
“Hi”. Geto smiled warmly at you. “Hi”. He took out a recording device and his pocket diary and sat next to you. “How are you doing?”.
“I’m fine”. He nodded hesitantly. “I hope you don’t mind me asking you all these questions now..”.
“It’s fine. I understand it needs to be done”.
“Great then. I will also be recording our conversation, is that okay with you?”. You nodded at him and he pressed the button on the recording device. “Fine..Can you please state your name”.
“My name is Y/n L/n”.
“For how long were you employed at Gojo group?”.
“Ummm close to 11 months”.
“When did you find out about Takahashi’s activities at Kobe port?”.
“I saw the anomaly in the numbers about 10 months ago, but I found out about the whole operation about 2 months ago”.
“Can you tell me what you found and how?”. You took a sip from the glass of water next to your table. “Our operations from that particular port were suffering heavy losses, since the production and transport cost was more or less same for every port the profit projected for every port operation was within the same range but Kobe port stood out because of losses it incurred two quarters back. Mr.Gojo was also aware of it and he helped me get the financial statements of that port, on paper it appeared that the terminal was used for more transactions than what was reported to us. That’s when it raised the doubt that maybe someone was using the port for unofficial activities. I checked the transport log of the terminal operated by the group and it seemed around 10-11 additional shipments were being made from the terminal every month”.
“Who was making these shipments?”. You had already explained everything to Geto before the party but it seemed that getting it on record was necessary. “It was being made by an offshore company not affiliated to the group. Mr.Gojo found out that it was owned by a business in Panama and that business was registered under Takahashi’s name”.
“How did Takahashi find out that you and Mr.Gojo were onto him?”.
“I have no idea about it”.
“Do you suspect anyone?”. You looked at Geto and thought about it for a moment. “No. I don’t have any proof against anyone”.
“How were your relations with Takahashi’s Niece, Ms.Mei?”.
“We were just colleagues”. Geto looked up from his pocket diary and raised an eyebrow at you. “Was there any incident at work that could suggest that Ms.Mei disliked you?”. He stared at you, hinting that this was your chance to expose her. Before you could speak you shook your head and Geto immediately paused the recording. “What are you doing y/n? This is your chance to get back at Mei.”.
“I don’t want to”. Geto stared at you in disbelief. “Why? After everything she did to you?”. You played with the edge of your blanket. “I don’t want revenge.”.
“This is not revenge y/n. This is justice.”.
“If I give any statement against her..She will get back at me again. You know how powerful her family is and ..and I am terrified Suguru”. Your voice trembled and hot tears fell down your cheek and you wiped them with the back of your hand. Geto realised how scared you were, he held your free hand assuringly. “No Y/n. She can never hurt you”.
“You don’t know that..”. Geto smiled at you. “I do..I don’t think Satoru would let her anywhere near you. How about this, if you tell the truth then I will tell you everything that has happened? I know you have questions of yourself too and I promise you I will answer them all”. You nodded at him and he pressed the button once again. You took a deep breath and looked at Geto. His smile gave you the confidence you needed. “Yes. I have reasons to believe that she disliked me”.
“Can you tell me why you feel so?”.
“She has insulted me time and again about my education and background and has said that I didn’t belong there”.
“Is there anyone else who has witnessed her said behavior against you?”.
“Yes. Miwa works as Mr.Gojo’s secretary and she..she has witnessed one of Mei’s outbursts on me”.
“Ms.Y/n how do you know Toji Fushiguro?”. You browned at geto and bit your lip. The same seemed familiar..”I’m sorry I don’t recall him”. Geto pulled out his phone and showed you a photo. “Do you remember this man?”. You recognised the photo and the incident with him and his son. “Yes. I remember him now. I met him a few months ago in a shopping mart. His son was trying to climb a rack and I pulled him away just in time before the rack fell”.
“Was that your only interaction with Toji?”. You scratched your neck as you tried to remember any other incident. “Yes..It was the only time we have met”. Geto nodded and leaned back in his chair. “Thank you. Ms.Y/n. This is all for now”. He stopped the recording and both of you took a sigh of relief. “Now tell me. Everything”. Geto looked at you and chuckled. He told you everything that happened when you left the party. Your eyes widened in surprise when he told you that Toji was the one who forged the document that Gojo had. But when he told you that it was because of him that they were able to be there on time, it washed away all the anger you felt moments before.
“So much has happened within a few days, I don’t know what to think”. Your head was spinning with all the information. “Don’t stress yourself Y/n. Everything will be alright..I know it sounds selfish coming from me but, talk to Satoru.”.
“He hates me”.
“No. He is an idiot but he doesn’t hate you..I know he has hurt you but he has gone through a lot in the past few days”.
“What do you mean?”. You looked at Geto who seemed sad talking about his best friend. “Toji told us the truth about what his father did to you and Alice while we were coming to get you”. Geto ran his hand through his hair. “Satoru confronted his father, more like threatened him. You and I both know how close he was to his father and when he found out the truth he..he lost all hope y/n..Shoko told him everything you went through because of him and Mei and he realised what a fool he was. He might look strong to everyone around him but he is not..He knows that..you were pregnant..and.. in the past few days I have only seen him lose people. You, his father..your child”. You stared at your lap as you heard Geto tell you everything. Your heart hurts thinking about him finding out everything and the guilt he must be carrying.
“I feel sorry for him..but it’s too late now. I understand you are worried about him but it’s too late”. Shoko walked through the door with her hands in his coat. “If you are done asking questions then go..”.
“Shoko..I am just worried about Satoru”. Geto said, getting up to turn towards her. “And I am worried about y/n..”. Geto sighed and nodded. “Fine..take care y/n”. He patted your hand and walked out.
“Please don’t fight because of my mess”.
“It’s not your mess..Anyway, how are you feeling? Are you hurting anywhere? Dizziness? Anything?”.
“I am fine Shoko. By the way, Geto told me that you told Gojo everything”.
“I did. I even hit him. He deserved it”. Shoko was stoic in this sense. “Is this..yours?” She said, picking up the silver necklace. You looked at the necklace, you couldn’t believe he had kept it after everything that happened between the two of you..If he hates me then why is it here? Is this his way of telling me that he is letting me go? Even after knowing the truth he hates me... “No. It’s not mine”.
“Isn’t it the same one..”.
“I said it’s not mine,Is Gojo still here?”.
“He is waiting outside,He was the one who was next to you when you woke up last night”. You thought about someone yelling at you to stay awake. “Okay”.
“Do you want to meet him? He asked me to call him in..”. You took an open mouth breath, trying to cover the gulp in your throat. “Tell him he can go home..I don’t want to see him”.
“Y/n, are you sure? I know you are mad at him but-”.
“I don’t want to see him. Not now, not tomorrow, tell him to go home..and give him this necklace as well.”.
“I think you should talk to him once”.
“I have nothing to say to him and his words can’t change anything so what’s the point?”. You said, a sad smiling ghosting your face.
“Alright then, Nanami is here too, would you like to see him?”. A smile crept on your face on hearing Nanami’s name.
-x-
Gojo paced around nervously, He was getting impatient and was ready to barge through the door any minute. He saw Shoko walk towards him and his smile slowly faded when he saw the necklace in her hand. “Why do you have that?”. He pointed at the necklace and she held it in front of her. “She asked me to give this to you. She doesn’t want to see you”. Gojo licked his lips and tried to digest her words. “What do you mean?”.
“She said she doesn’t want to see you and that you should leave. I tried to convince her but she doesn’t want to see you”.Gojo gulped down and closed his eyes. “Shoko please…I know she is mad but I just need to talk to her once..”.
“I’m sorry I won’t allow it..also she wants to see someone else”. Gojo closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Before he could inquire about this person Shoko turned towards Nanami. “Nanami..You can see her now”. Nanami smiled at her and got up. He looked at Gojo one last time before stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Why him Shoko?”.
“He’s a friend..”.
“Then what am I?”. Shoko looked at Gojo with eyes full of sympathy. “I’m sorry, I tried”. Gojo nodded with blank eyes fixed on the door.
Nanami’s shoulder visibly relaxed upon seeing you awake. “Hi”. You smiled at him, inviting him to sit next to you. “How are you feeling y/n?”. He held your hand with tenderness. “I’m fine…how are you?”. Nanami chuckled at your innocent inquiry. “I am fine”.
“How’s Kiro?”.
“He’s fine..I’m so sorry you had to go through this”.
“Don’t..don’t be sorry for me..I am glad you are here right now”.
“I’ll always be here..”.
“Kiro must be wondering what happened”. Nanami smiled looking at your hand. “Yeah, He thinks you are sick”.
“You must have been really bored waiting for me to wake up..”. You raised an eyebrow at him trying to lighten the mood. “Well I had some company with me..Mei is here”. You frowned at her mention. “I had forgotten her name when I saw her again, But she is a nice company. Miwa is also here..and your friends..”. Friends, right…
“Nice..”. Your heart felt heavy to hear Nanami speak kindly of Mei. “I’ll let you rest now..I’ll be right outside to call me whenever you want to, okay?”. You nodded your head. “Take care y/n”. Nanami got up and leaned in to kiss your forehead. No Butterflies.
Nanami walked out and Gojo took it as his cue to go in but Shoko stopped him once more. “Gojo please…I don’t think it is going to change anything”. Gojo snatched the necklace from her hand and walked past her and opened the door. He stepped inside the room and walked towards your bed. You were reading one of the books on Shoko’d kindle that she had left for you. You looked up expecting to see a nurse but your eyes were met with a pair of sad cerulean blue ones. You breath hitched in your throat as you took in his appearance, Pale face, pink circles around his puffy eyes, messy hair, bandaged palm..He looked like he had been in an accident as well.
Gojo looked at you and his hands trembled by his sides. Sun Rays hit one side of your face, your eyes appeared a shade lighter, your hair in a messy bun at the nape of your neck. “Hi”.
“Why are you here?”
“Because..you’re here Y/n”.
“Get out”. Your lips quivered threatening your resolve. Gojo took a step towards you, “How are you?”.
“I’m fine. Now please leave”. Gojo took careful steps towards you. “I am sorry..”.
“Leave”.
“Please..just hear me out..”.
“There is nothing left to talk about ao leave”. Gojo bit his lips, holding himself back from breaking down. “PLease just hear me out”.
“Why should I?”. You looked away towards the window and bit your lips. Gojo took another step towards you. “Please y/n.. I understand I fucked up and this is all my fault-”
“No!!”. You yelled at him. “You don’t understand anything! You..you see all these scars and wounds but you don’t know how it feels..how it feels to have them, how heavy everything feels! How it feels to lose everything again and again and again! You have no idea how it feels to have people doubt you every time, you won’t get it because you always get what you want..you’re the great Gojo Satoru who can never be wrong and no rules apply to you! I know you and Mei think that my life means nothing and you know what? You are right it means nothing and trust me I wish I was dead too but still you don’t get to play with it! How dare you stand here and tell me that you understand? What have you lost Gojo? You might think that all these wounds would heal and everything would be back to normal but it won’t! Do you know how it feels to have wounds that never heal? Do you know how it feels to have scars that remind you of everything you’ve lost? You don’t..You never would ”. You were heaving and your throat hurt from all the yelling. Gojo’s eyes were fixed on the floor.
Gojo soaked in every word and every word pierced his heart, his heart ached thinking that you thought so little of him…"Tell me, if I hadn't been in the accident ..if none of this would have happened would you still be here? in front of me asking me to forgive you? I don't think so...if I have to almost die to...to make you believe me then I don't want you to believe me satoru..what you feel right now is not love, it's guilt. So let me free you of this guilt, I forgive you..I forgive you not because I want you, I forgive you because I don’t want anything to do with you anymore..."
"Please…Don't say that.."
“What do you want me to do?”.
“Just listen to me”.
“Why should I when you never listened to me?”.
“Because I love you..”. You looked at your hand in your lap and chuckled. “I did too, but it never mattered.My love didn’t make you believe me.. It didn’t stop this from happening..”. Gojo sat next to your bed and tried reaching for your hand but you pulled away. “Please leave”.
“I know I fucked up and I am the reason this happened, I should have believed you, every time..I fucked up y/n but please please forgive me, I am ready to do anything..I..please..I know I am the reason we lost our child,Please y/n..”. Gojo said as he put his head in your lap and wept.
“Our child?”You scoffed, looking away from him. “Even if..this hadn’t happened, even if I wouldn’t have lost ..it..in the accident I know that you wouldn’t let me keep it... You..you probably think that I would have tried to gain something out of it. Right? Afterall I am a greedy whore right?”Gojo's heart skipped a beat thinking about all the things he has said to you, all the things that didn’t matter to him and were not even true but were said out of anger and now..now they were coming back to him, like a ghost from the past seeking revenge.
“No no no no”. He whispered under his breath.”I didn’t mean it Y/n..I swear I didn’t..please..I know I am unforgivable and I am shameless enough to still be here..curse me as much as you want, yell at me or hit me I will take it all but please don’t think that..don;t thinks ”.
“I don’t want to hit you or yell at you anymore...I am done so please leave”. Gojo shook his head. “I’m not leaving..not until you hear me out”.
“Fine. I’ll hear you out..”. You stared at him, hurt and desperation painted in hues of pink across his face. It hurt you to see him like this but you had to hold strong. Gojo forgot every word in every dictionary, his mind went blank as he stared deep in your eyes. He know he was going to be selfish to ask you to stay with him but he didn’t care, his morality died the moment that van hit your car, so he was going to be as selfish as he could, he was going to be the devil who was going to fight heavens for you.
“I love you, I really do. I know I have made mistakes..unforgivable mistakes but I beg you y/n, I beg you to forgive me one last time..I know I said I hated you but please believe me, I could never hate you..I was angry at everything. At everyone around me because I didn’t know the truth..I know what my father did to you..I know what Mei put you through, I know about Alice and how you..how you struggled all this time because I was a fool for not believing you. I should have listened to you that day..None of this would have happened if I would have just listened to you and I didn’t and I regret it. I know you have lost so much because of me and I am..I am truly unforgivable but I beg you y/n please..just give me another chance and I promise I will make it better..you can hate me for the rest of your life, you can curse me for the rest of my life but please don’t … don’t leave me..You are the only thing that matters to me y/n…I exist for you, and if you’re gone then..-”.
You nodded at him. “You.. are saying all this now but, I don’t believe you..”.
“I’ll prove it to you..”.
“Do you want me to wait for you to hurt me again?”
“I won’t hurt you ever again, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again y/n”.
“If you know the whole truth then why is Mei here? Tell me..”.
“She..she is here because..I’ll let her go once you forgive her”.
“And what if I don’t? Would you force me to?”. Gojo shook his head. “Never..please trust me y/n”.
“I have given my statement to Geto against her, I don’t know what’s going to happen to her..”. Gojo rubbed circles across your knuckles. “I don’t care what happens to her.” You pulled your hand back, “You said what you had to say and I heard you, now please leave..”.
“No. I am not leaving..I’ll always stay by your side and I will make up for my mistakes for the rest of my life..I’ll make it up to you..”. You scoffed at him. “I don’t want you to make up for anything..I am tired..so so so tired of everything..I truly wish that I shouldn’t have surv-”. Before you could finish that sentence Gojo cupped your cheeks and crashed his lips onto yours. You could taste his salty regret on your lips.He kissed you like he needed your breath to live, Your anger..hatred..regret melted along with the tears rolling down your cheeks. Gojo pulled away slightly and whispered against your lips,”Don’t finish that sentence..ever”. Before you could say anything he pressed his lips onto yours once again, where the previous kiss was filled with want this one felt like a promise You pulled back gasping for breath. He pressed his forehead to yours, rubbing circles on the apple of your cheeks "I love you.".
"I am scared ..". Your breath trembled and Gojo placed a feather kiss on your forehead. “I’m right here. I won’t let anything happen to you ever”. You placed your hand over his and saw the bloodied knuckles. Your heart dropped thinking he did this to himself. Gojo saw the concern on your face and smiled reassuringly. “It’s nothing”. You looked down at your lap. Still scared that he might hurt you again, scared that you might not survive if something like this happens again.
“I can’t trust you”, A bleak declaration that made Gojo come to face his fear. But he wouldn’t be Gojo Satoru if he didn’t have a plan. He pulled the drawer of your bedside table, your eyes following each moment, wondering what he was doing. “This is my promise to you. You have every right to be angry at me and my father. You can take your revenge and ruin me and I would still love you just as much as I love you now”. He kept the folder on your lap and you flipped it open. Tears lined your eyes and your words died down in your throat. He had the agreement to transfer majority shares of Gojo group to you. The agreement was signed by Him and every board member.
“Why?..I don’t..I don’t understand this..”.
“Because it is the right thing to do”. You looked up at his sad sincere eyes. This was something his family had worked for generations and now he was giving it all away, “Is this a joke? Because it’s not funny”.
“It’s not”. Your jaws clenched as anger rose inside you once again,“Are you trying to buy my trust? Do you still think this is what I’m after? Your money? or am I desperate to accept it?”. Gojo’s face turned two shades paler. “No no no..no y/n. I..this is not what you think it is. I am the desperate one..I am the one who needs you. This was the only way I could show you that you are the only thing that matters to me now. All the money and power means nothing if it can’t help me protect you..So keep it and ruin me if you want but don’t ask me to leave you”.
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back.“I..I need time to think..This is too much for me..”. Gojo rubbed the back of your head softly, “It’s alright..”. Shoko walked through the door with nurses following her. “Gojo, we need to take her for a scan”. One of the nurses got a wheelchair and placed it next to your bed. Before you could try to get up Gojo lifted you up in his arms, your arm instinctively wrapped around his neck. Shoko smiled softly as Gojo placed you carefully on the chair.
Shoko walked beside you as one nurse pushed your chair and another walked in front with two guards walking behind you. You noticed the entire hallway was empty and guarded. “Am I the only patient here?”. You asked, raising an eyebrow at Shoko. “More like Mr.Gojo Satoru booked the entire hallway and had it guarded for you”. Heat rose to your cheeks and you looked down in your lap. You caught a glimpse of Miwa and Nanami talking in the waiting room and smiled to yourself, you did have friends, people who cared about you. People who would have been sad had you not made it, and for the first time in days you didn’t feel so alone anymore.
Shoko had to check on another patient leaving you and two nurses alone in the elevator. The scans were scary but having Shoko near you helped you calm your nerves. The nurses redressed your wounds and it made you feel a little better, cleaner than before.
The elevator stopped at a floor and a girl and her mother were about to step in when the guard stopped them. You turned your head towards the nurse, “Mr.Gojo had ordered not to let any stranger near you”. You frowned at him. “Let them in. Tell Mr.Gojo I asked so”. The guard hesitated but decided to follow your order and gestured to them to step in.
“Thank You”. The mother smiled and bowed at you. “It’s alright”. The little girl with sunflowers looked at you sitting in a wheelchair and you smiled at her. “You have boo boo”. She said and pointed to her forehead. “Yes I do”. She stared at your bandaged forehead. “I’m sorry..she doesn’t usually do this”. The mother apologised awkwardly. “It’s alright ..what’s your name?”. The little girl looked up at her mother who gave a nod. “My name is Alice..I am here to see my brother. He also has a boo boo”. Your smile shrank a little. Alice. “Nice to meet you Alice. I am y/n”. You extended your free hand, she took your hand and swung it a little.”My brother says he is strong so it doesn’t hurt him. Does it hurt?”. She looked at your forehead once more.
“Oh no. Not at all”. She giggled, “It means you are strong too!”. Corners of your mouth upturned in a wide smile as you giggled with her. “Yes I guess I am”. She took out one flower from the set and held it in front of your face. “This is for you! Flowers help you get better”. You took the flower from her hand and admired it. “Thank You”. The elevator dinged and they got out, before the door closed she turned around and waved at you, you waved back. “Goodbye Alice”. Tears lined your waterline and you wiped it with your hand. “Are you fine Ms.Y/n?”. One of the nurses asked in concern. “I am..”.
The nurse stopped in front of your room as the guard pushed the door open. Before she could guide you inside you heard a familiar voice. “Y/n!”. You turned your head towards the source and saw Mei standing, she looked different. No in Chanel anymore, hair in a messy ponytail with the same exhausted eyes as you have seen on Gojo. “Hey! Get back!”. One of the guards spoke firmly and extended his hand to block her from reaching out to you. She looked at you with pleading eyes. The nurse pushed your chair in and the guard closed the door.
You saw Gojo sleeping with his head resting flat on the bed. He didn’t look comfortable and you were sure he was going to wake up with a backache. He woke up at the sound of comotion. “You’re back”. He walked over and carried you in his arms and softly tucked you in your bed. “Thank you”. He took the flower from your hand and placed it in the vase. “This is a pretty flower..did Shoko give it to you?”.
“No, I met a girl in the elevator”. Gojo looked at his guards, “It’s fine, I told them it was alright”.
“It’s not safe Y/n”. Gojo said dismissing his guards. “Whatever had to happen already did. A little girl can’t harm me”.
“Ms.Y/n I will get your lunch but before then you need to take these medicines”. The nurse placed two pills in a plastic cup and kept it beside your bed. “Hold on..What are those meds?”. Gojo frowned at the cowering nurse. “MrGojo…these..Ms.Shoko asked her to take these before every meal..it’s..it’s in her prescription”. Gojo opened his mouth to say something but you held his arm. “It’s alright. Shoko told me about it..”. His shoulders dropped and he gestured to the nurse to leave.
He picked up the jug and poured water for you. “I saw Mei”. You bit the inside of your cheek. “You should take your medicine now. You must be hungry”. You could see his jaw clench. “I want to talk to her”. Your breath quickened at his stoic face. “Did she talk to you?”. You shook your head as you took the glass from him. “I want to talk to her”.
“You need to take your meds first”. He put the cup in front of your face. You took the pills and swallowed them with water. “I am going to meet her”. Gojo sighed as he put the cup and glass down. “Why? Why do you want to meet her?”.
“Because..I want to know why she is here? She can leave right? So why is she here if she..when she did all this?”.
“She is here because of me”. You sighed and looked away. “If she has to be here till I forgive her then let me talk to her. If you get a chance to be heard then so does she”. You knew you had won this round but wondered if it was really necessary to keep her as a hostage. “Fine then. Once you have your lunch and rest then I will allow her to talk to you”.
“Why does she need your permission? Why have you kept her as a hostage?”.
“Because she lied to me..It was either stay in hospital or behind a lockup”. You frowned up at him. “So..so you’re protecting her? From jail time?”. Gjojo took your hand. “No. I am not protecting her. Trust me she wishes it was jail over this place. She needs to see what she has done, she needs to see the pain she has caused you and suffer what you suffered, which is the only reason she is here”. You sighed and rested your head back against the bed frame and sighed wondering whether you should believe him or not. “Wh..what do you mean suffer?”.
“Nothing, don’t think about her”.
The nurse brought in a tray with a bowl of soup and placed it on a bed table. "Did you take your medicine?". You smiled politely, "I did. Thank you".
You turned towards Gojo, "You should eat something too".
"I'm fine". You played with a spoon in your hand, it wasn't your dominant hand and it felt weird holding a spoon. "I don't want to eat alone". You admitted stirring the soup. Gojo chuckled. "Find. Give me a minute".
He texted someone on his phone and a few minutes later Miwa walked in with a tray of the same soup. "Y/n!". She yelled and both you and Gojo stared at the tray in her hand worried she might drop it. Gojo got up and took it from her as she made her way towards you. "I'm so glad I finally got to see you! I was waiting for my turn and I was so worried! But you look better! I missed you so much!". She rambled on and it made you giggle, Gojo smiled as he finally got to see this awaited smile on your face. "I'm fine now. How are you? How is everything?".
"Everything is alright. All of us were so worried about you.. luckily I had Ms.Shoko, she calms everyone down..". Before Miwa could continue her table Gojo stopped her, "Miwa she needs to have her lunch now you can come again later". Miwa held your shoulder with one hand and pouted. "I'll be right outside, if you get bored please call me". You smiled and nodded at her, "I will".
"Mr.Gojo make sure you finish everything! You haven't eaten in a day". Your head shot towards Gojo who shook his head in defeat. "Yes I will". Miwa smiled and left you two alone. "When was the last time you ate?". You said taking a spoonful of soup. "I.. I'm fine.". You winced at the bland soup and so did Gojo. "I have to eat it because I am a patient, you can have anything you like".
"No..this is fine.. it's not bad". You chucked at him. "It's terrible". He nodded as he gulped down another spoonful.
Gojo put away the plates and glasses and tidied up your surroundings. You were not sure why was he so adamant on staying by your side, a part of your doubted his actions as he wiped the corners of your mouth, a part of you melted when he sighed in exhaustion, a part of you relaxed as he tucked you in and pulled the curtains, a part of you wanted him to stay, a part of you wanted him to leave..but for now you slept. You slept as he rested his head on your bed and held your hand.
-X-
Mei sat with her face in her hand..There was only one thing she could do now. Face the consequences of her action. She picked up her phone and called the only person who could save her now. “Dad..”. She told her father everything that had happened, everything that she had done to you. “Mei..what have you done..”. She wept, clenching her phone in her hand. “I’m so sorry. Please help me..please..”. She could hear her dad sigh on the other end. “Fine. I’m on my way”. She nodded her head. “I’m sorr-”. Before she could finish her sentence her father ended the call. She paced around the hallway nervously. She couldn’t go in the waiting room and seek comfort in Nanami, the one person she looked down upon ended up being her comfort in this hell and she realised she didn’t deserve his kindness. if he found out what she had done he would never forgive her. Even Miwa was wary of her now. No one spoke to her, No one checked up on her, She has been reduced to nothing.
It had been over two hours and she checked her phone for any updates on her father. She wondered what was he upto. Was he arranging a lawyer? If only he knew there was no law here..
Gojo’s phone vibrated on the table next to him, the sound broke his sleep and he immediately grabbed it before it woke you up. It was Miwa, He looked at you, fidgeting in your sleep, He leaned in and kissed your forehead before stepping out. He rubbed his eyes, this was the best sleep he’s had in the last 48 hours. He stepped out and saw Mei standing with her father. “Mr.Takahashi..”.
“Satoru, we need to talk”. He nodded and guided him to another room, “Miwa keep an eye on Y/n..don’t let anyone get near her”. He said the last part glaring at Mei.
“How can I help you?”. He spoke smiling as he sat cross legged on the couch opposite Mr.Takahashi. “I’m here to pick up Mei”.
“I can’t allow that”.
“I’m not asking for your permission Satoru. Our families have been close for years and this is how you’re going to ruin it? What would your father think of this?”. Gojo chuckled at the man. “Let me guess, you tried reaching him but he was away on a business trip? Guess what, he’s not. He knows what Mei and your brother did..”.
“Regardless..it does not give you any right to treat Mei this way”. Gojo nodded at him. “You’re right..I should not have done that, I should have let the police drag her out and lock her up..You must have seen the media camping outside the hospital right? Imagine police dragging your daughter by handcuffs for the whole world to see..Should I let her go?”. Mr.Takahashi’s shoulders dropped at the image painted before him. It pained him to be this helpless. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, Satoru. I understand that girl was your friend but you are being unfair”.
“She wasn’t just a friend..Mei and your brother planned to get her killed. You daughter conspired with your brother, leaked investigation reports to him, planned a murder, leaked personal information of an innocent girl, bought her admission in a prestigious school by taking advantage of someone’s situation. Look me in the eye and tell me I am being unfair”.
“What do you want me to do? Mei is my daughter and all I want is for her to be alright”.
“I understand. If y/n forgives her then you can take her and I will drop all charges against her”. Mr.Takahashi nodded in agreement.
You opened your eyes slowly and groaned, your body felt stiff and heavy. You looked to your side and saw Miwa sitting next to you. You bit your lip trying to hide the small wave of disappointment washing over you. “Ms.Y/n, Let me help you”. Miwa adjusted the bed and helped you sit comfortably. “Mr.Gojo is talking to..someone so he asked me to take care of you”.
“More like guard me?”. You raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled looking at her feet and nodded. “Yes”. The sun had begun to set, casting an orange hue on the room. "Miwa ..can I ask you something?".
"Anything". She smiled enthusiastically. "How is Satoru? I saw some bruises on his knuckles…". Miwa's smile dropped. "Yeah, he isn't doing so well,ever since your accident something broke inside him, he barely slept or ate anything. He was always running around managing things and would come and sit next to your every chance he got ..today was probably the first time he ate in days..I tried to help him but he always declined. Ms Shoko and Me.Geto also tried but nothing helped. I ..had never seen him cry before but in the past two days I forgot how many times he cried..he got those cruises because he punched a wall in anger, Ms.Shoko had to forcefully treat them..". Your heart got heavier with each word.
"I know you have been through a lot Ms.y/n but.. I saw Mr.Gojo go through a lot too. I don't know a lot of things but I believe you both can only heal if you're together..". She looked at your face for any sign of anger but all she saw was someone who was just as broken as her other half.
“Miwa, tell me what happened between Mei and Satoru?”. Miwa averted her eyes to look at the window, You reached for her hand on the bed, “Please tell me. You’re the only one who can tell me the truth”.
“I..I don’t know if I should..”. You pressed her hand gently, “Please..I need to know”.
“Me and Mei came to the hospital directly from the party, Mr.Gojo was very angry. He was angry at everyone..when I saw him, he was covered in blood, he waited the entire night outside the operation room in that condition because he was scared, Once..once he found out that the operation was a success that’s when he took his anger out on Mei and ordered her to stay here, she tried leaving and even called her lawyer but nothing helped. Right now Mr.Gojo is talking to Mei’s dad but I don’t think it is going to help..”.
“Why not?”. Miwa gulped and bit her lip. “Miwa..why won’t it help?”.
“Because Mr.Gojo won’t listen to anyone. He thinks Mei is unforgivable and doesn’t deserve to live, he wants to make her pay for everything she did to everyone..”.
Before you could ask her more there was a knock on the door. Miwa got up and opened it, Gojo walked in with Mei and her father following him. “Y/n this is Mr.Takahashi, Mei’s father”. You bowed at the man.
“How are you doing Ms.Y/n?”. You looked at Gojo and he nodded at you, he was asking you to trust him and you did, this time. “I’m fine..Thank you..”. You looked at Mie, you looked at your teary eyes and quivering lips. “Ms.Y/n I know my daughter has done unforgivable things, but as her father I can’t see her go to jail..I apologise to you as her father and ask you to forgive my daughter”. He bowed down in remorse. You never knew your parents but you wondered if they would do the same for you..”I..I don’t understand. I have already given my statement to Detective Geto. I don’t think there is anything else I can do”. Mei wept silently watching her father bow down in shame, all because of her.
“Then I must beg you to take your statement back..I will make sure she never contacts you ever again”. He straightened up and you saw tears fall down his cheeks. Your heart fell for his sincerity and you wondered where did Mei go wrong. She had a good family, parents who love her so much they are willing to beg for her, then how did she turn out this way.
“Did..were you the one who bought her admission?”. He looked at you in confusion and wondered how you knew about that. Gojo smirked to himself in realisation that Mr.Takahashi was going to realise that you were not just some girl, you were the girl whose life he ruined. “Ms.Y/n, If I may, Why are you asking this?”. Your lips trembled and you bite down on them to control the anger surging through your veins. “Because you took it from me..”.
Mr.Takahashi’s eyes widened in fear, all his hopes of being forgiven were thrown out of the window. He took a deep breath. He was a lawyer by profession and was used to these situations but his wit failed him now. “I apologise for my actions. But I had to do what was best for my daughter as a parent..I wanted her to have a good job and a good life. Please understand that your parents would do the same for you”. You chuckled at him. “I can’t understand because I don’t have parents. All I had was my sister..so no I don’t understand. You took my admission and yet you didn’t know who I was.”.
Tears fell down your cheeks and Miwa handed you a tissue. Gojo rubbed circles on your back, trying to calm you down “It’s alright…”. Miwa handed you water and you gulped down the entire glass. You looked at Mr.Takahashi, “I’m sorry Ms.Y/n”. You sniffled and tried to calm yourself down. “You wanted your daughter to go to the best college even when she was not worthy of it so she could have a good job and make a life for herself right? Fine then..I’ll retract my statement”.
Relief courses through his veins and his shoulders relaxed ,"Thank you..".
“Y/n-”. Gojo tried talking but you raised your hand and stopped him. “Mei will continue to work at Gojo group, but she will work as Miwa’s assistant”. You looked at Gojo and who gave you a confirming nod. “You can never pay me back for what you have done to me, sending her to jail won’t fix anything for me, so I am giving you this choice..She cannot work anywhere else, cannot quit without permission, she can live a free life but on my terms, is that acceptable to you?”.
Gojo smiled to himself, pride rose in his chest as you delivered the worst punishment you could, if it was up to him maybe he would have done something worse but if it was good enough for you then it was good enough for him. Mr.Takahashi looked at Mei. “I’ll do whatever it takes..Ms.Y/n”.
yūta’s never been one to back down easily. especially not after you told him you’d be together forever. soulmates. you can’t expect him to just let you go.
summary. fem reader. toxic ex boyfriend yūta. yandere. dubcon. possessive behaviours. dry-humping. exhibitonism. violence mentioned (not towards reader). jealousy. manipulation. obsession. he calls you baby. aged up characters. alcohol. breath play. he puts his hand over your mouth. wc, 4.3k
note. first okkotsu post. just know this comes from a place of love. please read above warnings before proceeding. ❤︎
this was not your preferred way to get over a failed relationship.
you grumble to yourself as you rest in the kitchen of the party your friend maki dragged you to— you know she meant well, opting to get you out of the house rather than letting you sit alone feeling sorry for yourself. but honestly, at this point you don’t know what you’d prefer.
the atmosphere in here is buzzing, full of intoxicated bodies with red plastic cups in their hands and loud music blasting through the halls of the house. the liquid in your own cup is a little questionably coloured— something maki had mixed, although bartending was never her strong suit— but you still grit your teeth before bringing it up to your lips and knocking it back anyway.
the concoction hits your taste buds immediately and you try not to gag as you swallow it quickly— feeling the burn set fire to your throat. you cringe at the drink, but honestly you need to loosen up somehow.
it’s not that you were heartbroken over your situationship, he had simply been something to pass the time. he was handsome enough, a good fuck and a decent guy— he helped you forget, which was really the main focus and reason behind spending so much time in his presence. but you still think it’s annoying that he just disappeared without a trace, not even shooting a quick text like hey, thanks for sucking my dick so many times, it’s been fun.
you find yourself rolling your eyes again, before you’re pulling your phone out of your back pocket to check the notifications, huffing when it comes up empty apart from a few instagram story updates and spam emails.
now you’re alone, you’re only stuck with the memories you try hard to swallow down, they still sting a little— ache across your chest and you find yourself shaking your head side to side like it’ll rid you of them, even just for a few hours.
“hey, quit feeling sorry for yourself! you gonna mope around all night?” you’re thankfully snapped from your own thoughts when maki wraps her arm around your shoulder, letting a fair amount of her weight lean on top of you until you’re both stumbling slightly. but she manages to steady you as she sends you a frown.
“i am not moping.”
“you’re totally moping.” your bestfriend sighs before she takes another swig of the drink that’s currently swaying a little too much in her other hand, and you’re glad that she’s atleast strong enough to keep you both upright despite being the one about to take you down.
“loosen up a bit, relax~ he’s just a guy.” she tries again, but you can’t help the way your body seems to stiffen with her statement, she feels it too,
“it’s not about the guy.” but still you’re quick to reply, brushing it off as you let your eyes roll slowly over the crowd of people shoved around the kitchen island. a lot of them pre-occupying themselves with different things such as raiding the fridge, setting up beer pong and—
“it’s not about that guy, but it’s about a guy.” maki’s words are matter a fact and you know she’s right despite the way you wish she wasn’t. it’s not about your failed situationship but the one that came before that, the one you’re trying to forget. you shoot your bestfriend a glare, and she pulls her arm back from its place over you before she’s squeezing at your shoulder, sending you a reassuring grin as she backs off.
“gotcha, let me grab you another drink. stay put.” she knows you better than anyone.
it only takes a few minutes before you begin to finally feel the affects of your last drink, you’re not quite where you want to be yet but you feel a little hazy— a little softer as you let yourself float around the room in your own blissful trance.
although you can’t help but feel like someone’s eyes are on you, feeling goosebumps burst along your skin every so often— like when you almost bump into someone or you’re helped by a stranger when you stumble. their hands will be on your skin to steady you but your gut is screaming for you to look over your shoulder, but there’s never anyone there when you do— not paying enough attention to you atleast.
maybe the alcohol is just making you paranoid.
you find yourself fading in and out of conversations, not really absorbing any information as you sway from your place between panda and inumaki. they’re talking about something you can barely make out, a little too enthusiastically as your eyes scan the room again— wondering where the hell maki is with your other drink.
inumaki moves slightly, waving at someone from across the room and you can’t help the way your gaze follows the movement— blinking slowly until you feel something twist in your gut. you catch a glance at a familiar looking figure, hair pushed back into a relaxed sort of style and a gaze that feels like it cuts through you.
it can’t be, right?
you don’t cast it a second glance to check when it makes you stumble back, because you already find yourself pushing your way out of the room as it suddenly becomes a little harder to breathe.
it’s warm and stuffy, sweaty bodies cramped together in the hallway but you’re drowsy and most likely hallucinating at this point, atleast that’s what you’ve convinced yourself as you round the corner. you’d make your way to the bathroom, but when you see a considerable amount of people already queued up and looking like they’ve been waiting too long already, you opt to push your way into the backyard instead.
you're thankful for the decision, when you finally push your way into the dimly lit garden— sighing when you feel the cool air roll over your shoulders in waves and it has you taking in a deep inhale.
it’s quieter out here, the music is more of a faint sound that only fades even more as you take a few steps deeper onto the grass— letting yourself bask in the glow from the moon and the fresh air. the backyard wasn’t big, it was only littered with a few plant pots and a single bench— there was a corner to the side that led to the gate and the back entrance to the house, and plot of grass in the middle.
but it was small enough for people to very rarely want to come out here, especially at a party and you’re pretty sure the smokers have opted for out the front when you hear the faint chatter of voices over the fence.
you like this though. another slow breeze pushes through you and despite the haze of your mind, you let your head fall back as you sway with it, letting your eyes rest closed. you almost forget about the whole reason you were seeking the outdoors in the first place,
almost, because it’s only a few beats later when your peaceful alone time is interrupted by the soft sound of the back door closing behind you. your eyes are suddenly wide open despite the way you don’t dare to look behind you just yet.
you find yourself listening, intently— hoping that maybe it was just that same breeze that was to blame for it. maybe some drunk party-goer stumbled into it and didn’t realise you were out here, it was dark after all. yeah, you were just being paranoid. so you let yourself exhale the breath you didn’t even realise you were holding before you perk up and go to turn again.
“you’ve been avoiding me.” the words are low, but they take a soft sort of lull that makes your movements halt mid turn. your eyes are wide and something familiar to a shiver seems to race it’s way down your spine before you’re easing your head in the direction of the sound.
“you know why that is, okkotsu.” your words come out a little harsher than you intend them to, and you watch the way your ex boyfriend picks up on that too as he shuffles on his feet. his brows furrow and he bites on the inside of his cheek as he looks away from your gaze.
okkotsu yuuta was your ex boyfriend and the reason you were even in that stupid situationship in the first place. he was overbearing and protective, to the point where you couldn’t even go on a study date with a classmate without him bumping into your boyfriend in the library and suddenly they’re requesting a new project partner. every place you ever went to without him, he always seemed to end up there anyway.
although if you asked him, he would deny that you guys were broken up in the first place. he would always rather say that you just needed some space, you just needed a little time to relax but you’ll come back to him because you said you were soulmates afterall. why wouldn’t you?
which is why, yes you’d been trying to avoid yuuta— trying because he always still managed to find his way to every, single party you attended anyway, insisting that he was there for you, because he’s your date. you’d been avoiding this confrontation since the last one, and the one before that. you’d changed your phone number, but he knew your schedule, he knew the places you visited on your days off and the places he could find you because he knew you.
“baby, please don’t call me that.” his voice is tender as he takes a careful step into your space but he stops immediately when you meet him with a step back.
“i thought you’d be happy to see me. i’m here for you.” yuuta speaks again but he emphasises the way he says it’s all for you. like you’re making him act this way, it’s your fault. you take another step away from him as you frown, opting to walk around the side of the house as you head towards the gate— you weren’t doing this right now. not tonight when you don’t have a clear mind.
you hear him call out a don’t leave as you retreat away from him, but it was always unnerving how quickly he seemed to move— feeling his hand wrap tightly around your wrist before your back is almost slammed against the brick wall of the house and he’s looming over you.
you hiss at the slight, sharp sting of pain you feel up your body at the impact and you hear yuuta gasp at the sound before his hands are reaching over you with a “sorry. i didn’t want you to leave me again.” but you’re quick to slap away his other hand when it reaches for your face aswell, earning you a pitiful, puppy eyed look.
“i’m not doing this tonight.” you try to argue, trying to shake his grip off your wrist but it’s tight, and you feel suddenly too warm underneath his stare as his lidded gaze crawls over your features. he leans into you, his free arm that’s now just resting in the air between you opting to rest against the wall instead as he keeps you caged beneath him. he’s close enough for you to smell the faint, familiar scent of his cologne.
“is it because of that guy?” yuuta asks, softly, like he’s sympathising with you— like it’s a touchy topic that he doesn’t want to bring up but it’s a question that fills you with unease when you finally find it in yourself to lift your eyes to meet his.
“what?” your words come out slowly, hesitantly and the dark haired male over you looks away as your gaze narrows, “how do you know about that?”
“hey, it’s fine. i don’t blame you.” a soft reply, like a lover consoling another— like he’s about to wrap you in his embrace and keep you there, but the smile he’s wearing is a little too happy for the subject. his eyes close with the close lipped grin as his hand squeezes around your wrist. like a reassurance— a reminder that he’s got you there. you can’t go anywhere else.
“you’re safe now. i got rid of him, we can be together again.” yuuta hums, like he’s being careful with his words— although he can still hear the way your breathing picks up. maybe if he leaned in a little closer he’d be able to hear your heartbeat, he wonders if it beats for only him. would you let him have it if he asked? he lets his hand against the wall fall slightly, resting on your arm as he strokes at the skin but the stare you’re giving him now is cold as he tries to soothe you with his touch.
“it was you?” your words are deliberately harsher now, sharper as you try to pull yourself from his touch but despite his appearance he was stronger than you’d expect. he doesn’t have any trouble holding you there as he tries to shush you, casting a few quick looks over to the gate to make sure you’ve not caught the attention of the people on the other end. it’s quieter now than it was when you first came out.
“he was in the way of our love.” this was okkotsu yuuta. he still remembers how upset he felt seeing you with that other guy, laughing and smiling so prettily when it’s only supposed to be for him. it was your fault. it wasn’t hard, he didn’t have to hurt him too much before he decided to give you up— to give you back, you deserve someone better than that. someone who would give up his life to keep you, and you have him for that already. you don’t need anyone else.
although he still had to teach him the consequences of touching what’s his. he’d do it as many times as he had to. they don’t stand a chance against him.
“i’m all yours remember. all of me. that means you belong to me too, doesn’t it? we’ll be together forever.” it’s unnerving how honest yuuta’s words sound, there’s no waver to them and his dark, lidded gaze is sharp as it holds yours. “you promised.” he brings your hand up to his cheek as he presses your fingertips into his skin, leaning into the touch but your fingers don’t stroke softly like they usually do. they’re rigged, stiff while your hand falls limp in his hold. you stare at him, and it makes him shift uncomfortably opposite you as he takes a loud swallow.
you can’t deny you feel scared, bile turning in your gut as you begin to blink a little more with your exhales but he picks up on that.
“i missed you.” yuuta tries again as his hands squeeze at your skin— his fingers around your wrist loosen slightly, but only so he can try to intertwine them with your own. he presses his chest into yours, pushing you harder against the brick behind you and you try to push yourself back against him as you huff.
“yuuta, stop it! are you crazy?” you try to argue because you’re mad at him, try to push against his chest but you can already feel the way his lips are grazing along your jawline, nibbling at the skin. his fingertips cold as they push underneath the hem of your shirt to touch your bare skin.
“sorry, it’s been so.. so long.” you shudder as yuuta breathes his words along the nerves in your neck next, fidgeting beneath him as he knocks your legs apart with one of his— pressing his hips into the space that’s left behind after, before they’re grinding into yours.
you’re breathing deep but yuuta’s panting into you like a dog as he ruts you into the brick behind you, it almost hurts with how it grazes along the bare skin he reveals. his hands are everywhere and you feel too hot for your skin, feeling the same bile rise in your throat as your eyes squeeze closed.
“please.” he gasps again, but the soft, pathetic little plea is cut off by the slam of the back door as you watch it illuminate the light around the corner. you feel the tension in your shoulders relax as you hear maki call for you, seeing what you would assume is her shadow fall out of the doorway a few moments later. it’s almost too eager, the way your arm shakes free to reach out, just as your mouth drops open to call back.
but just as your lips part, you feel the hard press of yuuta’s palm across your mouth— so fast and precise it almost knocks the air out of you as your head whips towards him.
“please. don’t.” he grits and you’re pretty sure if his hips weren’t pressing you into the wall right now your legs would’ve buckled entirely with the way they’re trembling. there was a few instances where he got like this, it was like a switch flipped and some dark aura that he kept wrapped away inside of him pushed its way to the surface. his lidded gaze feels like it cuts through you and you can barely breathe with how tight his grip on your mouth is as the veins in his hands bulge.
you feel yuuta press into you again, and you can feel how hard he is through the fabric of his slacks— accompanied by the flush of his cheeks as he suddenly avoids your gaze. he trembles over you, quietly grazing the blunt head of his cock between your legs but your eyes are still on the shadow of your bestfriend as she calls out another time.
your fingertips tremble as they reach out but your ex-boyfriend is quick to take them back in his own before you let them drop by your side again. your vision blurs with tears as you hear maki spit out a slurred curse before stomping back into the house, slamming the door closed just as loudly again before you’re wrapped back up in the shadows like you were before.
you feel lightheaded as yuuta’s fingers dip almost painfully into your skin, accompanied by the way you’re only left to breathe out of your nose right now because his palm is still tight over your lips. you try to speak, but it’s lost behind his grip and he’s so flushed and needy, he can barely hear you as he rolls his hips into yours once more— pulling a soft, dreamy whine from his lips that you cant deny makes something twist in your gut.
“i’m.. im sorry, ive just missed you.” he shivers over you as his thighs tremble at the feeling of your hips sliding along his. the look he gives you is lidded and dazed, clouded with lust as he pulls your hips up towards him, and you can’t help the whimper that would slip from your lips as he angles himself against your clit. you’re suddenly thankful that the sound goes lost behind his palm instead.
it’s insane the way yuuta moves you, dragging you along his own body as he takes control of you— making your body clap almost painfully against the wall behind you both. but you can’t deny how pretty he looks with his lower lip sucked between his teeth, his dark bangs falling slightly over his gaze as he blinks up at you.
his movements are messy and eager, like he’s trying to prove how much he’s missed you— how much he’s loves you in his movements. like all of those threats were acceptable, he really was just looking out for you and with every graze of his shaft along your clothed clit you consider forgetting about them entirely.
you did love him afterall, the chemistry was there— it’s evident in the way the feeling of yuuta’s body against yours is making the space where you both take a breath spin. maybe that’s why you’d been avoiding him, because you know you’d go crawling back as soon as you felt his touch, as soon as you heard his soft pants fall from his lips. that’s the reason, right?
your mind and willpower melting away with every quick shockwave of pleasure his thrusts send through you.
“shhhh, i know what you need. i always do, i’ve got you.” his lips trail spit along your cheeks as he drools against you, whimpering against your skin and it’s almost instinct the way your arms finally relax— instead easing their way to his chest to twist at the fabric of his shirt.
yuuta gives you a look as he inspects you, slowing down his needy grinds to a slow, seamless crawl— like he’s making sure you’re not trying to trick him before he finally releases his palm from your mouth. your lips part as you take a much needed breath, but your gaze is lidded and blown when it meets his, and suddenly his palms are resting on your cheeks as he pulls you in for a kiss.
“b-baby,” he gasps as he grabs at you, tongue pressing past the seal of your lips to graze against your own— messy and lewd, like a sweet little welcome home as his hips ruthlessly rut into yours. the push of your mouth makes him whine, his palms clammy against your skin as he drinks up every sinful swirl of your hips you offer him.
you’ve become so lost in your pleasure, your fingers move to twist in his hair and you feel yuuta moan softly at the sting before his jaw tightens. his hips continuing to move in sync with yours as a low, slurred praise pours from his lips like honey. he feels so lost in the familiar, silky grind of your clothed pussy. “feel—feels so good.”
“all mine.” follows after before he curses under his breath and you can barely hear him with the ringing in your ears. he’s rutting into you almost too desperately, you can almost feel every detail of his cock through the thin fabric separating you both as he mumbles messily against your lips, insanity intertwining with his lust. “you belong to me.”
“yuuta~ah!” you moan, so prettily that it makes yuuta’s pace stutter before he’s grabbing at your thigh to hike it up higher, to perfect the angle so you can feel him rub right between your clothed folds. he can almost feel you, his mind swirling with the thought of finally sinking into your warm pussy again— finally claiming back what’s his after you kept it from him for so long.
“i love you.” his mind and senses blur as he pushes love confessions between your lips, promises and threats that go unheard as you lose yourself in the pleasure between your thighs. “don’t leave me again. i won’t let you.” he gasps again, and you know he’s close when he pulls away to nuzzle into the crook of your neck.
the press of your panties against you feels damp and if it wasn’t for yuuta holding you upright you’d have collapsed entirely as you hold onto him for stability. your breathing is ragged but you’re just as fucked out as he is, trying to meet each of his needy thrusts with mindless little humps of your own as you both near your orgasms.
“t-tell me, please.” your ex boyfriend trembles as your body claps against his, desperate hands clawing at your bare skin as you feel the shaft of his cock throb against you— begging just as much as he is with every breathless plea he buries into your throat. “please, i need it. i’m gonna—“
“i love you, yuuta.” you moan, it’s whispery and choked off just as he angles his hips exactly where you need him too, and it’s enough to have yuuta curling over you as the words ring true in his ears. it’s instantaneous the way his orgasm feels like it rips through him, his hips jerking and twitching into you as he babbles out slurred and whimpered thank yous, and his fingernails dig so tight into your skin you’re sure they’ll bruise.
he continues to roll his hips into yours, prolonging his blissful state because you’re whimpering his name, grabbing at him as you chase your own high— grinding into the mess he’s made in his pants and it only takes a few more presses onto your puffy clit before you’re going rigid.
your lips part, but yuuta’s quick to meet them with his own as he swallows up your moans— keeping them for himself as he holds you steady through your orgasm. your high hits you so hard and good your toes almost ache with how tight they curl, insides begging to be filled as you pull at the man infront of you’s dark roots and he whines into your mouth.
it’s greedy, the way you both ride out your highs until you’re a mess of limbs and agonised moans. your kiss is prolonged until it’s lewd and messy, pulling away with a string of drool despite the way your still ex boyfriends grip is as tight on you as it was when you started. he won’t let you get away from him again.
although with your dwindling pleasure and lust, you realise the weight of what you just did when you feel yuuta’s eyes on you— gazing down at you all fatuous and adoring. you clear your throat slightly as you try to move, feeling the ache in your spine from where you’ve been pressed against the hard surface but he’s quick to let his hands graze up the skin— smoothing out the area like it’ll help at all.
although the touch makes you shudder more than anything.
“i have to go change. let’s go.” yuuta mumbles softly before his hand is intertwining with yours again, and you’re so aware of how tight his hold on you is that you know you’d have no chance to shrug him off. your lips part again, like you’re going to object and he looks at you— something a little dark twisting in his expression and it’s enough for you to suddenly forget how to speak.
another beat and he leans into press a kiss to your forehead, a whisper of a smile on his features before he’s pressing another to your lips after and sending you a soft, kind smile.
“i won’t let you leave me again.” and the confession makes your body betray you— maybe as a means of survival as you take a step in his direction on shaky legs to follow behind him,
I was wondering if you had any nsfw headcanons about the twins? *cough cough* varis specifically
yandere twins part two
―for you, they're willing to give chase.
directory: part one here.
contents: yandere male x gender-neutral reader. yandere female x gender-neutral reader. only references to darling are 'you' and 'darling'. drugging mentions. nsfw headcanons midway. implied dubcon.
notes: i saw this as an opportunity to insert the second part of the introduction, eat well!
ageless blogs and those below the age of seventeen, dni.
With the people around you leaving slowly but surely, you could only become closer to Vitalina and Varis. Your friendships with others would slowly fade to nothing, and the past few months you'd spend with the twins would have you absolutely spoiled. Any remnants of guilt would dissipate as you grew accustomed to their spending habits when it came to you. And while you could admit that their favor for you was sometimes bordering on unhealthy, you couldn't bring yourself to speak up. It's not like they were hurting anyone, right? And they're always doing what they have to so it's not like they were destroying their own lives either.
Oh, if only you knew.
How they outwardly expressed their love for you was nowhere near as tame as they behaved themselves with you. You'd never know how many ugly words Lina uttered about other people, how many lives she's ruined so you could stay by their side. You'd never know how many bodies, dead or alive, went into the back of Varis's car. The times of Lina slipping drugs into countless drinks, or the times Varis's knives sank deep into many flesh.
Any line that could be crossed, at least one of the two has walked over for you. It's all for you.
You wouldn't know you're holding hands with ones who have killed before, nor would you realize the lips coming to press kisses on your hands are the ones that drove someone mad. But that's not something you should know, they love that you're able to enjoy your time with them. They're just waiting for the right moment to tell you how deeply they adore you, that's all.
And when they decide that it is time, they'll be expecting a positive response from you. They've done their very best endearing themselves to you, spending quality time, giving gifts, doing you acts of service, so can you please let them into your heart?
Of course, they'll give you time to think about it! Just think very carefully.
The moment they realize that you're comfortable and secure in your shared dynamics, they'll be more attentive to your reactions whenever they initiate intimate times.
They would stay as detached from each other as possible throughout sex, as they aren't into incest, but they'd work together so you'll feel heaven.
Your first time will be with both of them of course. They'll make sure you'll be pampered and spoiled by ensuring you'd just be lying down. Just stay good for them and they'll take care of the rest.
For as much touching as Varis enjoys doing, Lina will always be the one to initiate if you don't, with innocent kisses turning heated the longer you let her lips on yours.
She'd tug on your clothes and start begging if she could please start touching you? Though Varis would cut in before you could answer so he could have a taste of your mouth.
And where Lina's desperation lies, Varis's greed reigns. His kisses will never be anything short of intense if he's the one who initiates them, always ensuring that you'll be gasping for air by the time he pulls away. And in that duration, Lina would have already made quick work of your clothes and you'd be half-naked.
She'd take a moment to appreciate your nipples, circling them before she'd gently press down, leaving kitten licks and kisses all around before she'd move downwards.
And Varis wouldn't pass up any opportunity to mark your neck after he kisses you dizzy, leaving a trail of dark hickeys while he begins to palm you through your underwear. Trailing your arousal, yet never quite adding the pressure you want. It's only when Lina reaches your lower half that he'll relent, moving out of the way to let her unveil you as if you were her favorite present.
Every time that she sees your arousal, she'll always stop to stare. Who wouldn't? You're everything she'll ever want and more, and she'll always be eager to please if it means you'll let her see these parts of you she adores. She'll make sure to slowly rub you, kissing your inner thighs before she descends her head to feast on your hole as if she were starving, diving her tongue in without caring, listening to your noises as her wetness begins to pool.
Varis will take his sweet time teasing your upper half while Lina occupies your bottom half, palming his cock too with one hand while he watches you moan when he nips your chest and leaves lovebites everywhere.
The instant you cum for them, Lina will make sure she gets every last drop, lapping you clean before she pulls away to sit beside you and press kisses to your face, all the while Varis would take his spot between your legs.
He'd tug his pants off, letting them fall to the floor, and kick them off before leaning forward to tower over you. He wanted to be the one to finish you off, hushedly whispering for you to relax before kissing your collarbone and then pushing himself in.
To say that his length was long would be an understatement, he was stretching you out and he hasn't even bottomed out. He'd kiss your forehead in an attempt to ease you as he sunk further in, but the relieved smile he would give you would leave you feeling butterflies in your stomach.
And he'd wait a moment so you to get used to him, not minding how Lina would reach and turn your face to her for another kiss.
But once she pulls away, Varis would be done waiting, and he'd be pulling out to thrust into you in one go, groaning against your throat and biting softly. It felt good to hear your cries and the soft noises that escaped your lips, your volume increasing with every fervent movement of his hips.
With every grunt Varis gives, every kiss Lina steals, you'd inevitably come undone first. The feeling of being held tightly and surrounded with warmth makes your orgasm almost worth it. Almost. But there's still time for Varis and Lina, for their release too.
You'd watch them, realizing that Lina had been knuckle-deep into herself all this time, nearing her climax from just watching, and Varis's fingers were beginning to dig painfully into your thighs as his thrusts slowed down, compensating for how deep and good it felt, sending you into a state of overstimulation.
You were theirs now, nothing could take you from them and Varis was going to make sure to rail that fact into you. That way, should you ever come to question their devotion, you'd at least never doubt the intimacy they give.
And the moment they near their end, their breathing would grow ragged until they each reached their peak. Lina would immediately snuggle to your left, eyes glazed over from the afterglow of pleasure, while Varis took to your right, a quiet smugness in his eyes as he silently admired you.
Even through the emotions you felt at that very moment, you would receive a loving kiss from both sides, just as you deserve.
༻♡༺✎ You knew he was trouble, but he wanted you.
༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Player! Oc x Reader
༻♡༺✎ 17+ (Kidnapping alluded to at the end, blackmailing)
༻♡༺✎ 0.7k words
༻♡༺✎ Authors note: Please request fics guys! Also I may be opening a kofi where more longer fics about these characters will be posted!
(This has not been proofread!)
“Oh my god he’s finally back!!”
“Look at how cute he is~!”
Franklin rolled his eyes in irritation as he walked through the school, he was just coming back after a vacation with parents, and now that he was back. He was looking for a particular person.
His Princess.
Franklin had dark green hair with unnatural purple contacts that he wore and simply refused to take out (especially after his princess had complimented him on them).
He had soft tan skin, his right eye was bandaged, covering a scar he’d gotten when he was younger. Freckled cheeks with dimples that showed when he smirked or smiled that always made the girls swoon.
He wore a white/blue collared shirt with dark blue pants and blac heels boots {That he truly didn’t need! He was 6’1, he just liked being taller}
He ignored most of his fangirls, pushing past them as he made his way to the (h/c) girl who made his world.
Those innocent (e/c) eyes looking up at him whenever he talked. The way your skin glows in the morning light when he would watch you walk to school. The way how you would try to avoid eye contact, making him have to move just so he could look at your pretty face fully.
Franklin Whetsone, or Frankie as everyone else called him was a player, He was a player. He was known around the academy as a heart breaker. Girls around the academy wanted so desperately to be with him, and he would humor them for a bit before moving on to the next.
He was known to date multiple girls at once, having them over to the apartment that he had. Girls would constantly fight over him. Saying that he belonged to them!
Oh how stupid they were..
Normally, Franklin wouldn’t allow himself to be tied to one girl for too long. He hopped around from girl to girl not allowing himself to become attached to the girl he is in pursuit of.
That was…
Until you decided to come along.
You were the girl he just couldn't get. You would reject him each time he would come up to you. You were that forbidden fruit that he wanted so badly to get a taste of. It would cause Franklin to stay up late at night, dreaming of the day that he would finally have you in his arms. Not one of those other annoying bitches.
Franklin was obsessed with you in a way. Girls usually would fall for his charms and he would simply talk them into his bed. But You? You would always reject his advances with the same phrases with that sweet voice of yours.
“S-sorry, I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship..”
Or
“A-aren’t you seeing someone?..”
WHY COULDN’T YOU SEE HE WANTED YOU!? All those other girls he was with didn’t mean a damn thing to him, they were just to pass the time until you would finally give in.
But he was tired of waiting.
Franklin approached you with a smirk on his face, just like he would always do. Leaning down to face you, just inches away from those plump lips he loved so damn much.
“Babycakes~ Just who I was hoping to see~! I surely missed you,” He says noticing the blush on your face and how desperately you tried to avoid eyecontact. Oh no no, he loved eyecontact, he craved it…especially with you. He forced your chin so you could face him, and have no choice but to lock those pretty (e/c) jewels with his.
“Let’s move to the rooftop. I have something i need to discuss with you. And ONLY you.”
You didn’t even fight him. You allowed him to guide you up to the roof. He smirks as he brings you upstairs. When he got you upstairs, he wrapped his arms around your body and hugged you tightly.
“My princess…my baby…you don’t know how much i’ve missed you.”
“You-”
“Shh. Shut up right now. I want you to listen how my heart beats for you…”
He doesn’t care how uncomfortable it makes you. He holds you against him, little do you know he already had plans made.
He’s going to ask you to be his. And if you would refuse?
He would threaten your education, after all, his grandfather is the dean, and has gotten rid of a few problems for him previously. He chuckles internally at the thought.
You were stuck with him~! He wasn’t ever going to let you go. Franklin doesn’t care how many girls he’s flirted with in the past that try to throw themselves at him. He would ignore them all because he finally has his baby in his arms~!
“Hmm? Maybe you should just quit school all together! I’ll take care of you? You would like that right? You always complain about how school is so cruel to you baby…”
“Don’t worry…your frankie is gonna take care of you..”
Synopsis: you were on your way to work, when suddenly a bear-hybrid sees you. The look in his eyes says everything you need to know. Not wanting to spend the rest of your life as someone’s possession, you bolt. Too bad he won’t let you get away a second time.
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Ugh, another long day ahead of me.
You thought tiredly. The long shifts at the diner you worked at really took its toll on you. If you could, you’d quit. But free time wasn’t worth getting starved.
You sighed and stared down at the gum stuck on a trash can. There was a hint of pale pink on it, signaling the colour it was.
Gum sticking to practically every surface in the subway station wasn’t the only defects. There were plastic cups, cigarettes, paper towels and a lot more unidentified items scattered freely.
Frankly, it was disgusting. If the government spent less on hybrid establishment improvement and more on the condition of public spaces, the maybe it wouldn’t look like shit everywhere.
You felt like a shitty person for thinking such things, hybrids have endured thousands of things in the past and now with modern development, they can finally lead satisfactory lives.
However, the government have begun to focus all their attention to the welfare of hybrids and neglecting humans in the process. It wasn’t their fault, you knew that. Still, one couldn’t help what they felt.
It’s not like you disliked hybrids, yet you did not love them either. You were neutral in that department. There were still humans with the old views, but they weren’t as many anymore or they simply didn’t run around telling people since it wouldn’t be very well received. The biggest problem and maybe the only problem you had with hybrids were their mating culture.
Clearly, no one in the relationship had a choice(not that they complained) and suddenly you’re supposed to be together until you die.
And now that they’re allowed to mate with humans legally, there is little that can stop them from forcing their human partner from submitting to their will; living and accept them as a lifelong partner.
It was wrong to force someone into a relationship they clearly express they didn’t want, unfortunately the animal-hybrids did not care for unwanted courting and do what they want anyway.
You shuddered at the thought of being mates to one of those creatures. It must be hell. Especially if you already have a partner previous to meeting them.
The train arrived and you made an annoyed face at how crowded it was. What felt like hundreds of people were squeezed into one cart, rubbing against each other and breathing as one being, making it incredibly warm inside.
You grabbed a pole with your right hand, trying to steady yourself and also liking to have something solid ground you. You’ve seen way to many consequences of people not holding on to anything while standing.
It was uncomfortable. Arms and elbows poked you from all sides, and two teenagers were talking way beyond the proper volume in such a cramped space. You couldn’t wait to get off.
Suddenly, commotion stole your attention elsewhere. Sounds of irritated folk earned everyone’s stares. You heard men and women alike, complaining about movement and pushing.
“Hey, stop pushing me!”
“Don’t look at me, it’s someone else!”
“Alright, who is then?”
Angry remarks were thrown. Not that you could blame them. The uncomfortable ride paired with lack of oxygen were not suited for enjoyable time.
An apologetic voice exclaimed, “Sorry! I need to get through, it’s important. Sorry, didn’t mean to step on your toes!”
Eyes widening and mouth nearly falling wide open, you turn to see the biggest man you’ve ever seen! His form was easily towering above all others, making you think that he was part of the reason why the train cart was so crowded.
The ginormous man had dark brown hair reaching his broad shoulders, the locks were messy and thick, slightly falling in front of his eyes.
What stood out the most however wasn’t his unnatural size. It was the pair of two brown, rounded ears atop his head.
It instantly hit you. The inhuman height was because he wasn’t human at all. He was a hybrid. A bear one at that! One of the most dangerous hybrids there is. While they might not attack unless provoked or caught off guard, meeting one is definitely something most would avoid.
Your heart nearly beat out of your chest when the bear-man’s eyes connected with yours. They were an odd amber colour, you noticed.
Fuck! You shouldn’t have looked his way.
And like the dumbass wannabe-dead, something in your brain forces your gaze back up and you freeze. The look on his face when he sees you. The look. It was the look.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
This could not be happening. It was obvious what was happening. You’d heard about it. On TV. From friends. Seen it in real life. There was no way you could be someone’s mate. Not when you’d spent so many nights praying it wasn’t your fate, since you didn’t want to end up like those humans you’ve heard about.
Well now you knew why he was causing a disturbance on the train. It was to get to you. A hybrid can easily smell its mate hundreds of meters away. He must have smelt you the second you got on that train and gone searching for you.
A squeak escaped your lips as you saw him waving at you while attempting to close the distance. Of course it did not go fast because of all the people between you.
No. You refused to be chained down to some animal. You had to get out. And as if someone above heard you, you heard the train voice speak, “Station X.”
That was your station.
The hybrid seemed to have noticed someone was off, he observed your face before glancing at the approaching platform. Then it clicked in his head.
“No, wait!”
Too late. You were already bolting out the doors, listening to angry comments after you. You only had time to rush a hasted ‘sorry’ before making it on the platform. The man did not have the same luck.
“Don’t go! Please! Don’t leave! No. ”
He desperately tried to shove passed all the passengers to get to the doors, but there was no time left and the doors closed shut before he managed to reach within one meter of them. The wheels of the train were rolling the connected vehicles away.
You had no interest to stay and watch, though. You still had a job to go to and you couldn’t afford to be late, or else your boss would scold you fiercely again.
Half running and half jogging, you hurried to the diner while in deep thought. Had you lost him? Maybe, but probably not forever. As hybrid will stop at nothing to find their mate once they’ve entered their sights. Fuck. My. Life. The next station the train would stop at was a bit away, so perhaps you were lucky this time? If you were careful from now on and don’t go out as much, then you could possibly avoid being found. Also, your work place was somewhat far from the subway.
If you saved up a bit, then you could also by a scent masking spray to hide yourself further. Although it was risky to do that. Because hybrids need a fair chance of finding their mate, masking spray became forbidden after people started using it. So now the only place you can buy it is from shady markets or people who may or may not want to steal your kidneys. Besides all that, it was very costly too.
You dragged a hand through your hair and heaved a deep sigh. What were you going to do?
“Y/N stop daydreamin’ an get back ta work!” Your bosses yelled and slapped you on the back.
Massaging your shoulder you answered, “Sorry boss…”
The diner wasn’t too busy so you had no idea of why he tried to rush you. Sure, there were some customers here and there filling the tables, but you weren’t so understaffed that youd have to srint around like a maniac trying to get everyone’s orders.
Approaching a table with customers, you put on you employe smile, “Hello, what can I get for you today?”
The man looked at the menu an extra time to finalise his decision, “I’ll have the chicken pasta with sundries tomatoes and red wine, can we also order some garlic bread?”
“Yes,” you wrote down the dishes on your small notepad, “and you, ma’am?”
No answer.
“Ma’am?”
But she wasn’t paying any attention to you. It was as if you didn’t even exist, looking passed you like air with wide eyes. Finding this weird you turned back to her husband. Feeling your gaze he chuckled awkwardly.
“Honey? Aren’t you going to order?” She still didn’t respond which forced her husband to see whatever she was focusing so intently on.
It was then you realised they weren’t the only ones acting unusual. In fact, everyone inside the establishment had their eyes turned in the same direction. You swing around to witness the horror.
There, in the resturant entrance stood he. His form creating the illusion of the door being as insignificant as an ant. With heavy breath and droplets of sweat collecting on his forehead, you frantically whirling around until he noticed you.
Dropping your notepad and hand clasping over your mouth, you thought fuck, so I didn’t get rid of him?
Okay, even though it was kinda delusional to believe you could shake him off, you were surpsised he found you so fast. The hybrid wiped his eye and it was then you noted the redness surrounding them, an obvious sign of crying.
He stumbled forward, “There you are, I was so worried I wouldn’t be able to find you!”
Suddenly you were the centre of attention.
“W-what….?” Backing, you feigned ignorance.
“You saw me on the train earlier, I tried to stop you getting off but you took off without warning…” he hung his head in despair.
Yeah, guess why?
“You should leave..”
“Huh? No, I can’t g-“ the hybrid rushed.
“What’s goin’ on ‘ere?” The voice of your boss interrupted. With a deep scowl he paraded into the scene and crossed his arms in a defensive stance as soon as he laid eyes in the bear-man. “W-whatddya you want?” His gruff voice sounded unusually weak. “If there’s any trouble I’ll ‘ave ta call the cops, ya got me?” He said despite appearing like a newborn deer.
A bewildered expression crossed the tall man’s face, “No I’m not here to cause anything! I’m here for someone!” He explained while waving his arms. Unfortunately it had the opposite effect, the humans in the diner cowered lightly at the gesture and he instantly stopped. “Sorry…”
Your boss cleared his throat, “Alright. Who ya ‘ere for?” He’d make that person go with the scary man to make him leave as soon as possible. Not that he’d admit it, but he never liked those hybrid people. They just seemed unreliable it all. Nothing to be trusted. With their animal intincts present and sharp teeth, he couldn’t allow them to be in his resturant. He hadn’t the curious he to blatantly kick them out but he could at least give them what they wanted to make them lose interest as fast as possible.
The bear’s gaze searched yours and your boss put two and two together. “Oi, Y/N, come ‘ere. Someone’s looking for ya!” The man pulled your collar to drag you forward, earning a small frown from the hybrid but it vanished just as quickly.
You refused to look at him, keeping your attention to the floor and praying for him to go away. A rough hand carressed your cheek and you flinched and after hestitation it pulled away.
“Won’t mate look at me..?” A saddened voice said.
A twinge of guilt started brewing in your mind but you pushed it down. “I see this is new to you-being human and all, haha.” He tried to liven up the atmosphere. “Umm…you know what this is, though? Me seeing you and then following you here must be creepy, haha- but it’s not I promise! I just want to love you. Because we’re,” he giggled, “mates!” He happily sighed. “And you know what that is, right? If you don’t it’s fine, I’ll tell you. Being mates is loving someone no matter what, be it looks or personality nothing is important. Mates take care of each other, providing for your mate and making them happy is the best feeling in the world! There doesn’t exist anything that can compare!- not that I know that personally or anything since I haven’t had a mate before but I’ve heard from all my friends who have mates. Oh, I’m so jealous of them whenever I see them together with their mates doing fun things. Though it doesn’t really matter what you’re doing as long as it’s with your ma-“
“Please stop!” You yell, several customers flinch at your tone, not that you cared anymore. Having to listen to his constant talk about being mates had brought you over your boiling point. The man silenced at your exclamation. “Sorry, but I don’t give a shit about all this mate stuff or whatever- it doesn’t mean anything to me so please leave! I’m sorry that this isn’t what you want to hear but I have no interest in being your mate, not now, not ever.” You pointed at the door. “So go.”
The hybrid was stunned and stood quiet, appearing hurt. Then your boss promptly spoke, “Y/N, you showing speak to someone like that! Especially someone who loves you so much!”
“Huh?” What the hell was he going on about? He never cared for hybrids, certainly not their feelings. You’ve heard all those thing he said about them when he thought no one was listening.
“Clark.” The hybrid said and lowered his head.
“What?”
“My name- I apologise. I shouldn’t have barged in here expecting you to be chill about everything, I’m a fool. I’m just a stranger to you. The least I could do is tell you my name.” The apology sounded so sincere.
“No, it’s uh- fine..” you scratched your arm anxiously. Luckily he seems pretty nice and not someone who would just take their mate and go; it’s happened before. Perhaps you’ve got a chance?
“Oh come on Y/N! Give the poor fella a chance!”
You crash into the giant’s chest from the shove.
“He clearly loves you!
What the hell was he going on about?
Strange that the man was encouraging your reunion, you thought.
“Actually, since I’m so nice, why don’ I do ya a favour and let ya go? Someone like ya shouldn’t have to work in a place like this. This’a happy day!” Then he pointed at the beak room, “Get ya stuff and celebrate.”
“Excuse me-wha- let me go? As in I’m fired?” Your brain tried to comprehend what just happened and words fell out in unfinished sentences. Despite yourself, you fixed your eyes at Clark.
“Don’ worry he’ll be ‘ere when ya get back!” The rough man shooed you towards the break room.
Having no choice but to comply, you do as he wishes and abandons the scene, which might’ve been the best thing really, the continued staring of the present customers was starting to make you uncomfortable.
Glaring at your locker like it was the cause of your I’ll mood, you harshly ripped your jacket off the hook and stuffed some scattered items back in your bag. You could not believe it. Fired? You? You have been nothing but a good employee at the diner, even taking all the shit from the boss and not complaining once.
Through the small window in the door, you spot the cause of your troubles thoughts walking by. Angrily you grab his arm and pull him inside the room, a surprised noise leaving him.
“What the hell, why am I being laid off? I haven’t done anything.”
He expressed a long breath. “Sorry, but I can’t ‘ave some brute hangin ‘round here ‘cause of you, customer don’t like it and I won’t sacrifice my business for someone like you. Surely you understand.”
“He won’t hang around the diner, we’re not together! Besides, it not my fault!” You pleaded with him. You needed this job. Without it you’d definitely die in the end.
“Well, we both know he won’t leave so don’ make this any harder than it already is.” He said before leaving to do whatever shit he did instead of being a good manager.
Bullshit. It wasn’t hard at all. In fact, you bet he loved an recuse to get rid of you. He never liked you from the very beginning.
With despair, you left through the back door and as you listened to it close, you did not react to the loud bam of the heavy metal slam. Recalling at how you flinched the first time you went out the back, you clench your fist. How’re you gonna make it now? You doubted you had much savings in the bank.
Making your way to the station, blew passed you that there was still a bear waiting for you so he could properly introduce himself. He was in his own mind so much that he didn’t realise you’d already left until it was too late.
Good that he was born with a great sense of smell. How stupid of him not to consider your perspective in the beginning! Not to worry, he’ll make sure he doesn’t scare you off the next time. His species didn’t have the best reputation so he understood why you acted the way you did; it still hurt though.
The next time he’d just need to show you he wasn’t dangerous at all.
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Sorry the ending sucked and was rushed. I wasn’t really sure how I wanted to end it so it turned into this.
More yandere alien trying to court a human, please
“Your planet has many instances where if another suitor threatens a mate, the two rivals fight” The being states with a finger to their chin, deep in thought. You curtly nod, shrugging your shoulders “I mean yeah, they don’t always fight to the death but it’s common. Humans have different cultures and ways to get together though, so don’t take any notes from animals on that”.
The alien creature hums in acknowledgement, pouting in thought as they walk behind you to continue watching the documentary on screen. “Many ways to win a mate for a night, or even a few months. What do humans do to make a bond last? What’s the best way to make others know a being is taken and to back off?”.
You snort at the question, an eyebrow raised with a playful tone “What? You have your eye on a few of them?” you joke, watching as the alien cocks their head in confusion. “Why the humor? Ah, I must’ve not been clear in my intentions! I apologize, sometimes I forget to make things more understandable-” they begin, turning you in the chair to face them. The alien leans down, a serious look in their eyes “-My intentions are to let your entire planet know that you’re mine. I plan to court you, mate with you, and claim you. I simply have to find the most permanent way to do so”.
Note for future me: STOP wasting energy on writing terrible fics and go to SLEEP. Also yes I did get inspired to finally write soulmate au fiction like every other degenerate on here. (particularly from that one ask.)
Synopsis: You awaken in a room that’s not your own, bound from head to toe with ribbon by a man you’ve never met before, who claims to be your soulmate.
“When you agreed to be mine, you gave me the right to do whatever I wanted with you.” He whispered, his smile pressed against your shoulder.
“I never agreed to such a thing!” You seethed.
“You did the moment you were born.”
You didn’t understand what he meant; you had never met this man in your life.
Turning away you forced him to remove his body from yours. He laughed scornfully; removing his hand, the man left you to rest in the bed alone.
You knew you shouldn’t have taken this job. You knew it; it was too good to be true. Finding work in the city was hell, and you knew such an open, desperate business would have some kind of trap. Except, you were expecting to be cheated out of your wages, not tied to some businessman’s bed.
You were relieved to find the sheets beside you untouched, unlike the disaster of blanket and fabric on your side of the bed which was pulled to the floor. Last night was hazy. But you knew well enough you wouldn’t be stupid enough to go home alone with a stranger. Let alone, the curator of the party you were working at. Either you got way too wasted on the leftover sushi and champagne or… something happened. The last thing you could remember was someone shushing you back to sleep, while your limbs were being tied together.
This was also requested a ton on Quotev and Wattpad. Don’t know why lol.
Title: Is It a Crime Part 2
Pairings: Todoroki Shoto x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, light swearing
Summary: Shoto isn’t fond of the quirk marriage his dad has arranged. At least, he didn’t think so at first.
Part 1: here
“Is it a crime
That I still want you?
And I want you to want me too
My love is wider, wider than Victoria Lake
My love is taller, taller than the Empire State
It dives, it jumps, and it ripples like the deepest ocean
I can't give you more than that, surely, you want me back”
-from “Is It a Crime” by Sade
You’d never seen Shoto so desperate.
The red-and-white haired man was near tears when he arrived at your door and, in wordless shock, you let him in. The typically emotionless male had never shown this much emotion to you and it made you feel a little unnerved.
“I made a mistake,” Shoto said, “Please, sign the wedding contract again. We can get married and… be happy together.”
You only miss people when they’re gone. That saying rang true here more than ever. You had left his sorry self behind and he must have regretted driving you away.
But that didn’t take back what you’d heard from him and how you’d been treated. It didn’t take back the feelings of disappointment and humiliation, the constant wishing that things would be different and the depression that followed when you realized things would never change.
Every day in that mansion had been awful, pointless, and heart-breaking. As soon as you had gotten home, you were sure you were in the right place.
You never thought you’d see Todoroki Shoto ever again.
Who’s to say that, once you went back, everything would be fine? What if everything went back to the way it was? What if he was only asking because you were a live-in maid and chef to him, and he just missed that?
Either way, the answer was clear.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t do that,” you said softly, “I don’t want to marry you.”
Shoto flinched like he’d been shot. His eyes went wide for a moment before narrowing in anger.
“You’re going to sign the contract,” He reiterated.
“No, I’m not. I’m not going back to that life, Shoto. I was miserable in that mansion and I’m not going to willingly walk back into it.”
Shoto stopped for a second, then spat, “Who said anything about ‘willingly’?”
Your expression turned stormy and you spun around, ready to walk away from him. He was a lost cause- a child throwing a tantrum. No way were you going to stick around and humor him.
Suddenly, a wall of ice appeared in your path. Shocked, you turned around to find Shoto with his right arm out as though he was pushing something invisible.
Fury shot through you like a white-hot knife. Reaching your own hand out, you pressed it against the smooth ice and focused your energy into it.
The giant ice wall shattered into millions of tiny pieces in an instant. You felt a rush of grim victoriousness when you saw Shoto’s wide-eyed expression. He had never bothered to ask what your quirk was, and you had never bothered to tell him.
“If you don’t mind,” you said hotly, “I’ll be leaving now.”
Shoto responded with a low growl and an air push from his left hand. Now, a wall of fire blocked your path.
“What the hell, Shoto?” you screamed, “You’re going to burn my house down!”
“I don’t care,” came the cold response. Shoto’s heterochromatic glare bored into you and you felt tears well up in your eyes. This was your childhood home! Your parents lived here! You lived here!
You ran to the kitchen and searched for a bowl big enough to fill with water. You had to put out the fire and fast, before it got out of control and burned this place to the ground. But as soon as you had surfaced, holding a mixing bowl victoriously, Shoto made a wall of fire that cut you off from the sink.
You fled the house, tears running down your face as you abandoned the place you grew up. There was nothing you could do now except run away from Shoto.
But there was no escape. Every way you turned, you were met with fire, until the only way to run was to the red-and-white haired man. Tearfully, you trudged back to him, disappointment weighing heavily on your shoulders.
“You still can’t force me to sign that document,” you said sharply.
Yandere reactions to someone who isn’t interested in soulmates.
a/n; I fuckin,,, actually love this idea,,, if y’all want me to do a part two or you want to see some different characters p l e a s e lemme know
Izuku
You’d gotten used to ignoring it, the string tied oh so nice around your pinky, meant to be connecting you to you ‘other half.’ It was bullshit, of course. You’d seen what people could do to their soulmates, and you wanted no part in that. You’d been just fine on your own so far, and were determined to continue with that, despite your string seeming to have less slack than you remembered.
Maybe you didn’t have the best schedule, buying groceries at eleven pm wasn’t the best decision you’d ever made. Still, here you were, scurrying towards your car, thinking about how warm your bed was-
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry!” You hissed, barely managing to save your bags as you tried to recover from running into… well whoever they were.
“It’s no problem! You look like you could use a hand” A light voice answered you, and you finally looked up into green eyes, the moon reflected back in them.
“Oh no, I’m good, really.” You shook your head, the surprise fading into a feeling you could only describe as wrong. You averted your eyes, glancing down at the bags you were carrying and- oh. Your string was pulled tight, glowing in the dim lighting and connecting right to the strangers finger.
“Look, uh..” You started, frowning when you realised you didn’t know his name.
“Izuku.”
“Right, yeah. Well I’m Y/n. Uh… Izuku, look, I’m really not uh, interested in the whole soulmate thing. Good luck finding someone, though.” You smiled, nodding before you turned away, fully intending to go to your car. Izuku had other plans, however, his blow to your head making you black out.
You groaned as you came to, headache flaring to life and reminding you of everything that had happened. Fucking soulmates. That Izuku sure did pack a punch, you had to admit. How strong was he? Speak of the devil and he appears. The man of the hour came through the door just at that moment, carrying a tray and wearing a somewhat sheepish smile. He took a seat on the bed, setting the tray down in front of you. You didn’t speak, looking at him with narrowed eyes. Izuku was attractive, that much was true, you’d probably go for him if not for this whole… situation.
“I’m really sorry about all this! But you’re my soulmate and you were just going to walk away! I couldn’t let you do that, I love you Y/n!” He burst out, green eyes shining as he leant closer to you. Cool, of course your soulmate was insane.
“Look, you barely know me, Izuku.” You kept your voice steady, ignoring how intense his eyes were, you really weren’t in the mood to get on his bad side.
“But I do, you’re my soulmate!”
“I don’t want a soulmate, Izuku. I’m peachy keen on my own.”
He got closer at that, crawling over your legs and far too close to sitting in your lap for your liking.
“No you’re not, you need me, Y/n. You’ll see how much you love me!”
Katsuki
The bracelet dug into your skin, it wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable enough to be annoying. It was better than the alternative, inked words covered up by leather. You hadn’t seen any soulmate pairings turn out well, your parents had fought constantly, and your best friends soulmate had cheated on her. So yeah, you really, really didn’t buy into it.
You were walking back to your dorm when it happened. You’d barely slept for the past week, classes and finals taking up all the time you had. College was, to put it nicely, kicking your entire ass. Coffee could only do so much, and you could swear you were seeing double as you walked. When was the last time you’d eaten? You really needed to get back to your room. Strong arms caught you as you started to fall, to exhausted to register anything but words whispered in your ear.
‘Fucking idiot, don’t worry. I’ve got you now.’
The words were still ringing in your head when you woke up, feeling more rested than you had in far too long. You managed to get yourself into a sitting position, rehearsing what you’d say to whoever came in. The bed was far too nice to be yours, black duvet and dark red sheets. You were foolishly calm, this would be easy to sort out, right? The door finally opened, and you kept your eyes down as you spoke.
“I’m sorry, but I don’t believe in soulmates”
“Yeah, I fuckin know, had that shit tattooed on me my whole life.” His voice was gruff, prompting you to look up at him. Well, he was much more attractive than you’d originally thought, that wasn’t going to make anything easier.
“Right, okay, guess we can just… go our separate ways?” You were hopeful now, he seemed to be pretty reasonable.
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen.” His laugh was rough, as though you’d told a joke. He set a tray down on the table next to you, pressing a glass of water into your hands before you could protest.
“You can’t even take care of yourself, Y/n, how would you make it without me? Now, are you gonna be good and drink that water, or am I gonna have to make you.”
Shoto
You couldn’t remember the last time you’d worn shorts, or anything that fell above the knee, really. The reasoning was solid, a heliotrope flower bloomed on your thigh, petals coloured blue and white. Everyone had a mark, and when they found it’s match they’d find their soulmate. You’d rather focus on becoming a hero, however, thus you covered it up.
Training wasn’t even done, and your pants were ruined, one of the risks of training with Mina. The girl in question was running towards you, along with Ochaco. Sighing, you took in the state of your pants, Mina’s acid had successfully ruined them, well, almost all of them. You didn’t have a spare, so you merely ripped the ruined rags away, leaving you in shorts, with the damned mark standing out against your skin.
“Y/n! Is that your soulmark?” Mina finally reached you, Ochaco hot on her heels.
“It’s so pretty, why’d you cover it up?” The brunette asked, head tilted to the side.
“Oh uh, I was always more interested in being a hero! So soulmates aren’t really important to me, I need to focus on school!” You smiled, thankful that even Mina left it at that, and you could get back to training, not noticing dual coloured eyes fixed to your form, on a mark that matched their own exactly.
Shoto tried to respect your wishes, but you were close friends, and you were always there. And having you so close was just… too much for him. He knew he had to do something, he just… couldn’t stand not having you anymore, it was driving him insane.
Your hands were bound when you woke up, not tightly, but cuffs on your wrist connected to the headboard, the chain was too short for you to move off of the bed. A frown crossed your features as you tried to remember what happened, the last thing you could recall was Shoto inviting you over for tea, and now you were here.
“Shoto?” You called out, voice rough from sleep. The boy was there in an instant, pulling you close and smoothing his hand over your hair.
“It’s okay Y/n, it’s all going to be okay. You’ll come to see that this is for the best, okay? I promise.”
I don't think eldtrich horrorshow deity who runs a horrorshow itself is exactly daddy/mommy material plus he has no idea what the hell putting one in his human darling would do. I have an old post where Host would "reluctantly" present fully human to chat a single parent darling up and would eventually come to enjoy the roll - until the kid is 18 and it's off to college while he snatches their parent up. Kid forgets something while heading out and would be absolutely scarred seeing how Host celebrates the new alone time with his spouse. Would be more willing to have a child after this kid was gone but considering the shit you'll get up to that's happening regardless
What about the adult trio(yandere) all go after the same darling, but the darling just so happens to be only interested in Hisoka?
A/n: I can’t say this ends well for Hisoka or anyone for that matter
Characters: Illumi, Hisoka, Chrollo
!WARNING! YANDERE CONTENT, possessiveness, stalking, obessiveness, rivarly, ready has no idea what they’ve gotten themsleves into
~Yan!Adult Trio going after the same s/o who only has eyes for Hisoka~
Hisoka/Illumi/Chrollo
▪ Catching each and every one of the world's most dangerous men's eyes will more than likely change your life. For better or worse, you get the choice.
▪ They don’t like sharing. If anything, they despise it. Loathe it, for a better choice of words. All three of them are suffocatingly possessive and obsessive. You poor thing will never get a second by yourself.
▪ Now let's get down to how you managed to catch their attention, and that is if you had a unique/powerful nen ability. It doesn’t need to be harmful nor do you need to be strong yourself. Maybe it's an incredible healing nen type or you're able to control someone’s mind/emotion. It will no doubt catch their attention. All for different reasons of course.
▪ Hisoka would more than likely want to fight you. Illumi to have you as his spouse. Lastly, Chrollo will want to have your nen to himself.
▪ So to say they were all surprised to find themselves falling for you after meeting you would be an understatement. They fell hard. The three were absolutely infatuated with you.
▪ Hisoka definitely spends the most time with you compared to Illumi and Chrollo. Illumi has his jobs and family matters and Chrollo has his Troupe. It's hard for them to find the time of day to talk to you, hell even see you. Hisoka, however, isn’t chained down to such responsibilities. He lives by his own rules and time.
▪ The magician is very much aware of the power and influence he has over you and proudly flaunts his time well spent with you to the other two. He’ll brag about how you both went to a fancy restaurant then a stroll through the park or how he spent the night at your place. All just to get underneath their skin.
▪ There's no doubt that they’ll both do their best to see you. To hear your laugh and see your smile. To gain the affection and trust Hisoka had built up with you, all for them.
▪ Large extravagant gifts are sent to your apartment by a mysterious C.L. Things you’ve always wanted or things you’d never even thought about buying. Everything specially crafted to fit your needs and desires.
▪ Next thing you know, any debt you’ve built is paid off and suddenly there is an abundance of money in your bank account. Your car’s broken? Don’t worry, there’s a brand new, luxurious car waiting for you in the parking lot sent to you by another mysterious person by the initials, L.K.
▪ All these weird things started happening all at once that you never felt the eyes following you or the shadows lingering in your apartment. Nor did you see the annoyance in Hisoka’s golden eyes that darted from place to place every time you both went out.
▪ So to see the man you’ve fallen in love with standing outside your door with two other equally attractive men by his side made you question whether or not you’ve fallen for some sort of mafia boss.
▪ Chrollo and Illumi were quick to introduce themselves to you. Chrollo took your soft hand into his cold one and kissed your knuckles, while Illumi shook your hand tightly in his slender hand. They both shivered at the warmth of your skin touching them.
▪ Illumi was the first to say his intentions and feelings towards you. Telling you that you’d make a wonderful addition to the Zolydck family and better yet, as his spouse.
▪ You didn’t even get time to reply, before Chrollo was grasping you by your hand and saying that he’s been interested in you since you first met. That seeing you close up is an honor and he’s never seen someone as stunning as you.
▪ As for Hisoka, he watched the two confess their affection towards you with a taunt smile. His annoyance slowly builds up, but he stays silent. Patiently waiting for your response.
▪ As for you, you’re baffled. Not only did one person come up and confess their undying love for you, but two! You were positive that high school you would be over the moon.
▪ However, you weren’t in high school anymore. In fact you were an adult, who already had their eyes set on one person. That person being the pink haired man beside you.
▪ As calm and gently as you could, you turned them down. An apologetic smile gracing your lips. “I’m sorry, but I already have someone I love.”
▪ Cue instant bloodlust coming for all of them.
▪ “Who?” They all demanded in unison. Illumi’s eyes dead and Chrollo’s swirling with near insanity. Hisoka stared down at you with a painful smile.
▪ Scared, you gulped and pointed to the man next to you, “Hisoka, of course.”
▪ Cue another spike of bloodlust directed at Hisoka.
▪ Illumi and Chrollo are enraged at the outcome. Hisoka managed to steal you from them!? Impossible.
▪ Chrollo is immediately scheming of a way to win your heart. To have you all to himself and only himself. Chrollos’s a thief after all. He takes what he wants, no matter the consequences.
▪ Illumi is in a similar position as Chrollo. His mind is searching for a way to kill the men in the same room. He’s dead set on having you. Just like Chrollo, Illumi has his own set of skills. Killing comes easy to the man, he’ll feel no remorse as long as he has your warmth to himself, Illumi is content.
▪ As for Hisoka, he’s over the moon. Not only did he get the person of his desires, he also managed to make the other two want him dead even more. Hisoka is shivering with pleasure at the outcome.
▪ And you, poor little you, will have to suffer the consequences of your actions. These men, if you can even call them that, will stop at nothing to have and keep you. To lock you up, safe and tight, like one would do to a precious diamond. You're the light in their cold dark lives. A light none of them are willing to let go.
