Hello! Could I Maybe Request A Yandere Wally X Reader Where The Reader Is Suspiciously Compliant With

hello! could i maybe request a yandere wally x reader where the reader is suspiciously compliant with wally? almost to the point where he thinks the reader is putting on an act just to escape later on (which the reader totally could if they were bold enough to think wally was falling for their obvious act!)

| I'm honestly excited for this one bc I can finally slap a lot of my ideas down for this- |

- the first time he forcibly took you into home and made sure you'd stay at his own home you were so compliant to the point where as soon as he locked you in he wasn't worried about you escaping.

- he even gave you the okay to be able to leave his room , just really made sure you didn't leave home by telling home to lock you in no matter what either he be in the house or not.

- oh but you're silly aren't you? he isn't dumb. or well he thinks he isn't since he fully believes this is a little act that you're pulling so he doesn't hurt you or do anything to you even if the most he would do is stare..and stare.

- the more he watches you the more he noticed how comfortable you seemed at his house and even comfortable enough to talk to home (who responded in its own little ways).

- he kept having this growing anxiety of you leaving because he was gone most of the day , he couldn't seem suspicious to the other neighbors and doesn't speak a word about you suddenly going missing.

- you had gotten bold though and were sure you could escape late at night. as you slowly sat up trying to make sure the bed didn't creak you slipped out and were able to find your shoes and put them on. you quietly stepped down the hallway till there was a loud squeak from one of the doors..you had forgotten home entirely.

- “ oh darling..why are you leaving me? ” wally asked softly as he messed with a few bits of the fabric of his robe. his hair silky and down enough to cover one of his eyes as he stared right at you. “ did I do something wrong? ” his stare became intense and almost crazed as he stepped closer..and closer. you couldn't speak a single word.

- “ or did you think you could leave me? ” he said as he harshly grasped your wrist cause you to flinch. “ nono of course not wally! I was getting up to get a glass of water- ” “ you don't need shoes for a glass of water. ” you've never heard his tone so low before but in all honesty it was intimidating despite his height. he pulled you right back into his room and took it upon himself to force you back into bed and digged around his room for a few short seconds before taking a long piece of silky material. he walked over and placed your hands in front of you before tying the silky material into a pretty bow. “ oh look at that..a pretty way to keep you right here. ” he hummed, happy you didn't struggle one little bit.

- after tucking you in and getting cozy right beside you he didn't close his eyes all he did was stare at you. his wide eyes watching your every breath and movement. you had no choice but to try and sleep even if this monsters eyes were on you like prey.

WALLY DARLING X GN! READER

Since Some People Liked My Last Wally Darling Fanfic

It was Julie's birthday and she wanted to throw a dance party to celebrate it

Everyone attended, including you

Except, you sat by yourself on the sidelines

You didn't know how to dance, and you didn't want to make a fool of yourself

Especially since Wally's here too

You adored Wally and obviously didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of him

Everyone's dancing and having a good time while you sit in the corner trying to not feel bad for yourself

That was until Wally himself walked up to you

"Come on, my friend. Give me your hand." He said, offering you his hand

You ask him what he's doing and he smiles

"I'm walking you back to your house."

As he ushers you out of the party, you keep asking him why he's leaving and that you'll be okay by yourself

"It's okay (Y/n)!" He says

"We already gave Julie our gifts, and she understands that you weren't having fun. And besides, we can hang out with her another day."

You ask him why he decided to leave

"I can't have you walking all by yourself in dark, now can I?"

Your face turned a little red and you two walked together in silence

"(Y/n)?" Wally asked

"Why were you sitting by yourself? You could have joined us."

After deciding to be honest with him, you tell him it's because you don't know how to dance

Wally starts to laugh his awkward monotone laugh

Why was he laughing?

You looked away and he realized he had accidentally offended you

"Oh I'm sorry. I don't mean to be rude. I was laughing because I could have taught you how to dance."

You turn to face him again and he smiles.

"This way." He says taking your hand

Wally starts to lead you away from your house and you ask him where you two are going

"We're going to teach you how to dance!"

He leads you to Home and gently knocks on the door

You try to explain to him that he doesn't have to do this

"Of course I do! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you out? What if Julie wants another dance party for her birthday?"

Home's eyes fluttered open and smoke blew out of their chimney.

"Good evening Home. I'm sorry to wake you up. May we come in please?"

More smoke blew out of the chimney

"Yes. We. I brought (Y/n) with me."

After a little bit of silence, Home opened the door and Wally led you inside.

"Thank you, Home."

You always found it a little bit endearing how Wally talked to his house, it was cute.

In a weird way

"This way my friend." Wally said as he led you to his art studio.

"Wait right here."

He moved his easel to a corner in the room and led you to the center

"Home?" Wally called out

He got a small creak in response

"Can you play a slow song for me? Please?"

You heard a low and long creak from a floorboard, as if Home was annoyed in someway

"Thank you." Wally smiled then turned back to you

"Follow my lead, we'll take things slow." He said as he put his hand on your waist and held your other hand in his own

"Put your free hand on my shoulder."

You did as you were told and a slow classical song began to play throughout the room

"Step to the left, step forward, step to the right, step back, and repeat!"

After stepping on his shoes for the first few times, you eventually got the hang of it and spun around the art room as Wally held you in his arms

After dancing for you a few minutes, you told him this wasn't the kind of dancing that Julie was doing at her party

"I know." He said with a wink

Your face turned a bright red again

Wally smiled and held onto your waist tighter before slowly dipping you as the song ended

You felt as if you were going to melt into a puddle

"See how much fun dancing can be?"

You nodded, still too flustered to say anything

Wally stood up straight and let go of your waist

"Looks like Home fell asleep again." He whispered. "That means it's time for us to go to bed too."

You asked him what he meant by "us"

"You're spending the night of course!" He whisper yelled

You knew at this point that you couldn't win against him so you just accepted it

"So, I'll show you my bed and I'll sleep on the couch."

You quickly stopped him and reassured him that you could both sleep in the bed

"Well, if it's alright with you. Then it's alright with me."

Wally gave you a robe of his that you could sleep in when he went to the bathroom to change into his pajamas

The robe smelled like green apple

After you and Wally laid down in bed, you turned away from him as an attempt to not make things more awkward than they already were

That was until you felt him grab your hand

"Turn to me." He whispered

You did and saw him smiling at you. "Did you have fun?"

You nodded and smiled back at him

"I had fun too. I really enjoy your company."

Wally pulled you into his chest for a hug and held you there. "If you know what I mean."

You hugged him back and told him you understood, your face turning red

You heard him laugh a little before he gave you a kiss on top of your head.

"Goodnight my dear."

This was stupidly long

But I enjoyed writing it

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vanilliacream

2 years ago

If you're still taking writing requests, could you do possessive Wally headcanons?

*cracks knuckles* oh anon, i most certainly can 😈 yandere!Wally fans (me too 😳), this one's for you! (this is less headcanons and more a oneshot... kinda wanna write the whole thing 🙈)

content warnings for possessive behaviour, manipulation, threats, arson, entrapment and kidnapping!

Possessive/Yandere!Wally Darling x Reader headcanons

👁 it all started so well. Wally was a Darling both in name and behaviour, and you fell hard and fast. such an attentive sweetheart, from the moment you moved into the neighbourhood it was as if he were always at your side. anywhere else, you may have been unnerved, but Wally's simple warmth and easy smile dispelled all of your doubts. while you tried to spread your time equally between your kind new neighbours, you somehow always found yourself in Wally's presence, talking to him for hours.

👁 in time, you found yourself becoming bolder. you start returning Wally's curious glances, and soon allow your eyes to linger a touch longer than they should. curiously (and with a little bit of a thrill), you notice that Wally seems incapable of breaking eye contact - no matter how long you stare, he'll always stare right back, unperturbed.

👁 one day, you find yourself closer to Wally than usual. you're half-pressed against one another on your sofa, Wally's cheek nestled in the crook of your shoulder. he's drawing something in his sketchbook: an indistinct, wobbly shape that you can't make heads or tails of. while Wally's right hand scribbles furiously with his pencil, the fingers of his unoccupied left hand spill at your side, reflexively clenching every now and again with the automatic motions of his drawing.

👁 the closeness imbues you with a newfound confidence. you take a breath, steady yourself...and reach across, brushing your fingers lightly across Wally's own. Wally's eyes snap towards you. for a moment, his pupils blow so wide you think they might just swallow you.

👁 the next day, your house catches fire. such an incident is unheard of in this neighbourhood, and all your neighbours are horrified for you. however, Wally is strangely calm. "I'm sorry you lost so much," he says, still smiling. "Would you like to live with me?"

👁 you're shaken - but accept Wally's offer. the shock of the fire takes a few days to wear off, but nothing could be more unsettling than living in close quarters with Wally Darling. existing within the living, breathing (creaking? squeaking) walls of his Home has an atypical effect on the puppet. Wally's voice is lower, and he moves with more purpose, as if he and Home are one and the same: symbiotic entities which exist in tandem with one another.

👁 to add to your creeping sense of dread, Wally flips the script on your personal space. now he is the one letting his fingers slip easily around your waist, and fixing you with uncomfortable, impossible-to-ignore stares. you try to laugh off his behaviour, questioning him openly if he enjoys having you as a guest so much. for once, Wally doesn't smile when he replies, "I love you living with me."

👁 it isn't until a week has passed that you learn all the doors are locked, and Wally never gave you a key. you try wrestling with the door handle, but it doesn't budge. then you try the windows, but they're sealed shut. 'I'm not trapped!' you think to yourself. 'Wally is just being a good neighbour - he wants to keep me safe.' but that still doesn't stop you from panicking, scouring the house for the heaviest thing you can find and trying to smash the window. the glass does not break. Home suddenly groans with the sound of a thousand old floorboards and overloaded pipes - a dreadful, ear-rending noise - causing the glass in the window to triple in height and thickness right before your eyes.

👁 terrified, you scramble backwards to run out of the kitchen - only to run smack into Wally. you collapse to the floor and gaze up at Wally, standing in the doorway with his hands tucked behind his back, that cat's smile of his holds some private amusement.

👁 "did you try to leave Home?" Wally asks. "Silly, silly." he takes a step towards you, and then another - slow and loping steps, his cute puppet form now moving in a way equal parts unnatural and sinister. he crouches next to you, those eyes now whirlpools of void which obscure all but the slight white rim of his scleras. "Try again," Wally whispers. "I'd like that very much."

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vanilliacream

1 year ago

Have some memes I have just made!

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1 year ago

R for professor sharp if you write for him. If not then Ominis please. Spicy😘

Looove this.

Spicy🌶️(18+) All characters of legal age.

R: “Right and wrong is a thin line.”

- - -

He’d watched you nearly the entire class as he normally would. He was enchanted by everything you do and everything he wanted you to do.

Your delicate hands worked skillfully to brew his assigned potion, the liquid turning just the perfect shade of purple. Perfect. Everything about you was perfect.

The professor shook his head a little, as if to clear the filthy thoughts from his mind but it was no use. You were engrained there, dirty thoughts about you in the little plaid skirt always present. He strode over to your table, lifting the small glass vial of the potion in the air to inspect it.

“Well done Miss,” he spoke slowly, your eyes twinkling at his praise. “20 points to your house. Well deserved.”

“Thank you, Professor Sharp,” you beamed at the older man, “your tips made all the difference.”

“I had nothing to do with it,” he refused any credit, “Your natural talent for potionry is a gift.”

You blushed at his praise. No matter how often he seemed to give it to you, you always craved more. It was like an addiction to hear how proud he was of you and you desperately wanted nothing more than to be a good student. A good girl for your professor.

Professor sharp cleared his throat as several large gongs signaled the end of the period.

“Class is dismissed. Please read pages 651 through 680 in preparation for tomorrows class.”

You began gathering your items but the professor stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder. You shivered despite the innocence of the touch.

“Would you mind staying back to help me set up potion stations for our first years, Miss?” He looked hopeful and you would never want to disappoint him.

“Of course, Professor,” you waved your friends on with a promise of meeting up with them later. “I’m always happy to assist.”

This wasn’t the first time he had asked you to stay behind, truthfully, it was rare he ever let you leave class on time. He was desperate for any amount of time he got to spend with you without prying eyes.

You began the usual task of setting up cauldrons and ingredients for the next class when Professor Sharp spoke.

“You’re almost done with your last year with us,” he seemed almost sad, “What will you do after you’ve finished your schooling?”

“Truthfully,” you sighed, “I have no idea.”

The professor pulled out a chair next to him at his desk, beckoning you to come sit with him. You did happily, slipping off your heels and allowing your tired feet to rest on his lap. You’d normally never be so bold but you’d done this many times before, relaxing in the company of your professor. He rested a hand on your calf, rubbing up and down your stocking.

“I don’t want you to leave,” he admitted, “you should apply here, at Hogwarts, be my apprentice.”

You started to laugh but stopped when you saw the seriousness in the man’s eyes.

“You’re serious? You don’t want me to leave?”

The professor’s fingers stilled for only a moment before running them higher up your leg, toying with the edge of your skirt. He had never let his hands wander like this before and your breathe caught in your throat. He was being vulnerable, extremely vulnerable, and he’d be fired if he was caught but he couldn’t seem to bring himself to care.

“I can’t bear the thought of not seeing you everyday. It was hard enough during the holidays.”

His fingertips danced just under the trim of your skirt, inching further up your thigh.

“Professor?” You questioned, butterflies going crazy in the pit of your stomach. He pushed on, hands now gripping the flesh of your thighs in his strong hands. He knew that if he thought too much about it he would lose his nerve, so he threw caution to the wind and brought his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. He was shocked to feel you kiss back, winding your hands around his neck to pull him closer. Suddenly the reality came crashing down on you and you pulled away, panting.

“This is wrong… you’re my professor…” you were talking more to yourself than to him. He pulled you back to him, his hand gently coaxing under your chin to look at him.

“Right and wrong is a thin line, my darling girl.”

He searched your face for hesitation and when he found none, he kissed you again, slower this time. You’d been kissed before, Sebastian had been your first, but this was nothing like that. Those awkward kisses and light touches from a young boy were nothing compared to the confidence of this grown man. You moaned softly against his lips and he stilled. You pulled away, worried you had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry Professor, I couldn’t help myself it just slipped out and-“ he silenced you by pulling you into his lap, his hands holding you roughly in place. You squeaked as he settled you over him, his very obvious erection pressing up against his stomach.

“Never apologize for that,” he shushed you, “I just wasn’t expecting those little moans to do so much to me.”

He kissed you again and you brought a hand down to rub against the bulge in his pants. He hissed through grit teeth.

“Have you ever had a cock in your mouth?” His question was bolder than anything you had ever heard but you melted at his words. You shook your head but got down on your knees between his legs anyway.

“I haven’t but I’d like to have yours,” you looked up at him through your lashes, knowing that the innocence of the gaze would drive him wild. He laced his fingers in your hair with one hand, the other unbuttoning and freeing his erection from his pants.

“Lick it first,” he instructed, “then take it in. Only as much as you can fit.” You followed his directions quickly, very used to his guidance. He was slightly salty but sweet, the skin smooth and velvety on your tongue. You hummed as he guided the tip between your lips and he gasped in pleasure.

“You’re such a good student,” he pressed further into your mouth, “just like that.”

You were always putty for his praise and you wanted nothing more than to please him so you did your best to take as much of his impressive size into your mouth. What you couldn’t fit you wrapped a hand around and squeezed as you bobbed your head up and down. His moans increased in volume and frequency as you worked, spurred on by his incoherent words of approval. His hips stilled and he pulled you off him suddenly, shouting loudly as ropes of his orgasm painted his hand and his stomach. When he opened his eyes after his orgasm subsided, he saw you still between his legs, a small pout on your lips.

“Why did you push me away?” You asked and he chuckled, pulling you back up into his lap to kiss you once more.

“I didn’t want to finish in your mouth because I didn’t think you’d know what to expect,” he pressed a loving kiss to your forehead, “next time I won’t push you away, I promise.”

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vanilliacream

2 years ago

babe? get out the good dishes for our guests

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2 years ago

The Final Round of the Seireitei Sexyman Tournament: WHO WILL WIN?

It’s been such an incredible tournament with a lot of delays, but now it is time for the final round, winner takes all.

In one corner, we have Captain Shunsui Kyoraku, a longtime member of the 13 Court Guard Squads. His laidback and sexy ways have captured the hearts of many throughout the Seireitei.

In the other corner, we have Lieutenant Renji Abarai, a relatively new Soul Reaper who has only recently made it to Lieutenant. His incredible physique and numerous tattoos make him quite a catch.

And now it is time to final find out…

A stereotypical "character versus character" image divided diagonally with a blue lightning bolt with a versus symbol in the middle. On the bottom left is Shunsui Kyoraku, holding his swords out. On the top right is Renji Abarai, using his bankai.

Results from the previous rounds:

Round Four Results:

1. Shunsui Kyoraku (59.8%) vs. Sosuke Aizen (40.2%)

2. Renji Abarai (53.6%) vs. Byakuya Kuchiki (45.4%)

Round Three Results:

1. Shunsui Kyoraku (68.5%) vs. Shinji Hirako (31.5%)

2. Kenpachi Zaraki (37.1%) vs. Sosuke Aizen (62.9%)

3. Renji Abarai (52.3%) vs. Jushiro Ukitake (47.7%)

4. Byakuya Kuchiki (66.5%) vs. Yumichika Ayasegawa (33.5%)

Round Two Results:

1. Shunsui Kyoraku (83.6%) vs. Kaname Tosen (16.4%)

2. Isshin Kurosaki (40.8%) vs. Shinji Hirako (59.2%)

3. Kenpachi Zaraki (55.8%) vs. Izuru Kira (44.2%)

4. Sosuke Aizen (68.9%) vs. Rojuro "Rose" Otoribashi (31.1%)

5. Kisuke Urahara (47.5%) vs. Renji Abarai (52.5%)

6. Kensei Muguruma (25.9%) vs. Jushiro Ukitake (74.1%)

7. Gin Ichimaru (39.7%) vs. Byakuya Kuchiki (60.3%)

8. Yumichika Ayasegawa (65.5%) vs. Ikkaku Madarame (34.5%)

Round One Results:

1. Shunsui Kyoraku (97.9%) vs. Marechiyo Omaeda (2.1%)

2. Hachigen Ushoda (19.4%) vs. Kaname Tosen (80.6%)

3. Isshin Kurosaki (80.3%) vs. Tetsuzaemon Iba

(19.7%)

4. Mayuri Kurotsuchi (29.3%) vs. Shinji Hirako

(70.7%)

5. Kenpachi Zaraki (92.2%) vs. Zennosuke Kurumadani (7.8%)

6. Izuru Kira (70.9%) vs. Tessai Tsukabishi (29.1%)

7. Sosuke Aizen (76.4%) vs. Ryuunosuke Yuki (23.6%)

8. Genryusai Shigekuni Yamamoto (18.4%) vs. Rojuro "Rose" Otoribashi (81.6%)

9. Kisuke Urahara (96.2%) vs. Sentaro Kotsubaki (3.8%)

10. Kaien Shiba (31.7%) vs. Renji Abarai (68.3%)

11. Kensei Muguruma (67%) vs. Chojiro Sasakibe (33%)

12. Jushiro Ukitake (58.7%) vs. Ichigo Kurosaki (41.3%)

13. Love Aikawa (13.1%) vs. Gin Ichimaru (86.9%)

14. Byakuya Kuchiki (52%) vs. Shuhei Hisagi (48%)

15. Yumichika Ayasegawa (78.2%) vs. Hanataro Yamada (21.8%)

16. Sajin Komamura (42.1%) vs. Ikkaku Madarame (57.9%)

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2 years ago

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37: it's all yours

NOTE a gift from me 🤍 a long chapter. thank you for waiting!! 🤍

This is surely a nightmare.

You swore you could cry from the sheer feeling of dread alone.

'What the actual fuck is this? Why are we here? Hello? What is this? This is surely the wrong stop. I wanna scream. Why here oh my god?'

Even though you were still inside your manager's car, it was visible how gray the skies were. Rain wasn't present, at least not yet, but the clouds looked so heavy, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.

They looked just about ready to burst.

You found it laughable, how even the heavens above seemed to reflect how you were feeling.

Your manager took the liberty of opening your car door for you, mainly because you were taking too long. "Get off."

You looked up at her, holding tightly to your seatbelt and refusing to let go.

"I don't wanna get out."

"Why are we here in this haunting place anyway?" You forced a smile, which she returned with a suspicious one. "I told you, didn't I? The CEO of Cypressus wants to meet you."

"Here?"

"Why else would we be here?" She questioned back, now also removing your seatbelt for you. "If you don't get out, we would be late for our appointment. That's not a good impression to make for a VIP, [Name]."

"Why are we meeting at Ayato's family house?" You cried out.

"Oh, this is his house? I didn't know. I just followed the address their CEO gave me."

This is eerie. Something about this is not right. Why —

"Stop thinking. Clear your mind, we have someone to meet."

The immense friction between the ground and your shoes (caused by your manager literally dragging you) can be heard, aside from you and your companion's quick banters. Well, it was actually mostly you crying out questions and her attempting to make you shut up.

Going through the short path on the way to the estate's gate, you noticed that barely anything has changed. As expected, their residence was well-maintained. Given the amount of staff and resources they have, it would be even weirder if they did not manage to keep the estate in its pristine state.

The only difference between your previous visit and now?

No personnel of the Kamisato clan is on sight.

Perhaps they are all inside? Or all of them have day offs today? Or maybe they all decided to file a leave on the very same day? Maybe the CEO of that famous bubble tea shop rented out the whole place to meet you? Wait, is a family residence even available for rent —

"We're here," your manager stated as both of you arrived at the gate.

"I really don't wanna do this."

"You're just gonna talk."

"'You're'? You mean me? Not 'we'? Are you leaving me alone?" You were on the verge of crying. It wasn't that you were sad. It was out of nervousness. Thank Celestia that no matter what heavy emotion you feel, you tend to cry.

Sad? Crying. Anxious? Sobbing. Angry? In tears.

Amidst your internal chaos, your beloved manager simply shrugged. "He requested to talk to you personally, not me."

"And you obliged?"

"It's for your own good."

"You sound like my mother."

"You think I don't notice that you're stalling?" she eyed you. You then felt both hands on your shoulder, forcing you to face the estate that brought you so many memories all at once. A little push, and voila!

You're all alone now.

It was not until you heard the heavy sound of the gate shutting that you turned around. "What the fuck?! Manager?!"

"Best wishes!" She yelled from the other side. Best wishes? Really? It's not like she's sending me off to get married, right?

... Right?

You stayed as still as a stone for a few minutes. Was this place really deserted? And where the heck is Cypressus' CEO? Is he inside? Should you go inside? Do you even dare to enter?

You gave your wristwatch a glance and realized you're already a few minutes late beyond call time. Maybe you really should stop wasting time outside and go in.

You were only able to take a few steps along the stoned path before you heard the main door creak.

It was a sound that could be heard anywhere, and yet... this specific noise, in this very place... it made your heart drop.

What you saw was even worse.

You could've died.

Out came a tall, fine man in an all white outfit consisting of a simple button-down and slacks, still oh so refined as ever.

How many days has it been? Or maybe even weeks, since you last saw each other?

Your heart was confused.

Those enchanting lavender eyes of his remained on you. They were magnetic, yet repelling all the same. Magnetic in a sense that you want nothing to do but just run straight into his arms, because you missed him so damn much. Repelling, because at the same time, you also want to run away for fear of confrontation.

Fear of falling even deeper.

Fear of falling into the depths, until no return.

Your lips slightly parted. It was hard to breathe — this instance, this atmosphere, his presence. It was too much. Too much for your little brittle heart to handle.

"[Name]," he uttered.

Fuck. And now you heard his voice? You were surely on the road to damnation.

Meanwhile, you weren't aware, but the man in front of you was likewise, dying. Dying to get close, dying to touch you, hug you, kiss you.

Dying to be with you, again.

Ayato silently rejoiced that you did not run away immediately at the sight of him. He feared that once you saw him, you would instantly go away, far and out of his reach. Thank the archons she stayed.

As he made his way towards you, you stayed still. You didn't even know how you managed to keep the eye contact with him. And then you notice.

He is a remarkable actor, but you've seen his genuine smile plenty enough to know that everything he's outright expressing is feigned. His lips may display a slight curve, but his eyes... They never lie. In them were weariness, sadness... longing.

Ayato now stood directly in front of you. "Hey," his voice cracked. "I missed you."

"Hi," you forced out a smile too.

It was a long time of looking at each other in silence, with faux smiles plastered on. No one dared to make a noise, nor an action.

Until Ayato couldn't take it anymore and pulled you into a tight hug.

His head sunk on your shoulders. You could feel all of his weight on you, as if he was deliberately sharing with you how exhausted he was from everything. How spent he was, and how your appearance at his house today was his only saving grace in a long time.

You froze.

You felt him shift slightly — no, he was shaking.

"Love," desperation was evident in his voice. "I —"

Ayato couldn't even talk. The composure he tried so hard to muster while waiting for you crumbled, just like that. One glimpse of you, and he broke. Are you now thinking how pathetic he is? Do you despise him now? Of course you do. Why wouldn't —

He felt your fingers caress his hair.

A simple gesture. Yet when it was combined with so much pining, sorrow, and despair... he couldn't stop himself anymore from sobbing in your embrace.

His last attempt at faking collectedness was hiding himself even further into the crook of your neck.

"Why are you crying?" You spoke softly. "I should be the one doing that," you joked.

"I know." Ayato's voice was muffled. Despite the situation, you can't help thinking how cute he was like this. Of course, you definitely prefer him being his usual cool self over him being a broken mess.

But it was a wonder, getting to see him like this, and getting to experience a new side of him.

The two of you stayed like that for a while: him trying to hide his crying in your shoulder (although his faint noises ratted him out) and you continuing to run your fingers through the tufts of his hair.

It wasn't awkward at all, contrary to what one would expect. Rather, it was warm and comfortable, not until he pulled himself away.

Your eyes travelled down, together with him.

"I'm sorry," his voice was low as he looked up at you. Kamisato Ayato, the renowned celebrity, the man with sharp lavender eyes, the scheming man that you've grown to love, the man that you would put above everything, even yourself, just fell to his knees. Groveling. Pleading. Begging.

But what exactly was he sorry for? Weren't you the one who owes an apology? After all, you were the one who suddenly announced that you two 'broke up' — as if there was even really something going on — without even waiting a response from him.

Then you ghosted everyone.

So really, what was your darling actor sorry for?

He held your hands, eyes still on you. "For everything, love. For dragging you into this whole mess. For being an asshole. For being such a stupid fuck."

Ayato breathed.

"For being a damned coward who is afraid of rejection and can't even express his feelings genuinely that he urged you into entering a faking relationship with himself just so he can experience having one with you."

What?

"So please," he leaned his forehead against your thigh, now looking down. "Forgive me and let me fix everything."

"Ayato —"

"Let me fix everything, with me by your side. With us, together."

With that, he was forced to look up as you pulled him. Ayato was still holding your hand even after the change in position, refusing to let you go.

"Ayato." This time, it's you whose voice wavers. "We can't. You know we can't. At least I can't."

"[Name]," he whined. "Love, please."

You took in his appearance. He looked like a mess, everything about him was. His disheveled hair, his teary eyes, his inconsistent breathing.

And yet, you still found him flawless.

"You don't have to forgive me right away. Fuck, you can even torment me. I just want us to be like before, maybe even better," Ayato beseeched.

"I can't believe you still want me," you forced a laugh. "I left you. Announced a break up. I fucking ignored you. All without notice."

"And I deserved all of it."

"No you didn't! You treated me so, so right," tears were now seeping. "You were everything I could ever ask for, love. And what was I to you in return?"

You sobbed.

You hated how memories of everything flashed in your mind.

How he was the perfect fucking lover despite everything being fake, how he never slighted you at the very least, how unfair you were to him sometimes (most times), how he would do just about anything you want, how you kept steering away from him without a word, how unreasonable you were after seeing a single fucking tweet online.

How you left him hanging.

"I was someone who was swayed easily! I was unfair. I kept doubting you, even if I didn't have the right to. You were perfect, I was flawed. You —"

"I wasn't perfect. I know that. Because if I was, you wouldn't have to suffer like how you've been," Ayato frowned. He knew he was the one to blame, and yet... why were you blaming only yourself?

He does not like it when you talk that way about yourself. If you could see yourself through his eyes, he wonders, would you still look at yourself as someone so low and unworthy? He attempts to change the topic subtly. "We're both human. We aren't flawless. A perfect fucking match, [Name]. So why don't we just be with each other —"

"— but I hurt you!"

"And I don't give a fuck." He breathes. "Heck, I would even let you do it again — infinite times more if you wish. Pain me. Hurt me. Break my heart all you want — it's all yours, love."

"But for God's sake, [Name]... please don't leave me."

privacy — ayato x reader smau

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