I Hate Drawing. With All My Heart🥀🥀

Bro, Anon I actually was planning to do him next anyways. Andrew is such a soft boy-

I gave you a scenario like I did with Victor, but if you wanted actual HCs I can do that too. This is also SFW because it was not specified.

Salvation

Yandere! Andrew Kreiss (Gravekeeper) Scenario

Summary: All it takes is kindness to corrupt a man. It’s all Andrew needs to taste to get a craving of you.

Possible Trigger Warnings: Yandere themes like a forced relationship, obsession, dark behavior, stalking.

A monster. That’s all he was ever called in his life. That’s why he was around the rotting carcasses of the deceased more than actual people. They never called him a monster.

No one would care if he followed the Letter to the manor. No one would miss him if he never came back. Maybe he could be happier there.

Yet he still was met with people. Other people who followed the letter and came just like him. Then he was forced to follow the rules of the manor and become a mere toy for whoever ruled over it.

Life was always cruel to him, yet he felt he deserved it. His one and only salvation tarnished, he felt the others despised him like everyone else.

Which is why he was surprised that you came up to him, willingly. You had no fear of him, but he was scared of you. What if you also came to mock him.

But, there was no mocking. Only curiosity and kind words. You didn’t care about his illness, him being albino. You talked to him like a normal person would, and he couldn’t help but eat up every word you said.

From that point on, he could only trust one person in this manor. He followed you everywhere like a lost puppy. He never really did anything, however. It was just like he basked in your presence.

You feel like Salvation to him. You’re a good person to care for a monster like him. It feels nice to just be accepted by you.

You are always body blocked by him to protect you in matches. The hunters would hit him as he tries his hardest to help you kite.

You would always feel bad after, coming to help him out with his wounds as he stiffens at your touch. It was like you purified him with every soft and caring gesture.

You gave him the love and care the world couldn’t, was it his fault when he got drunk off it? Was it his fault when he wanted to keep you and drag you down with him?

He fought with himself, you were a luxury who could be tainted by him. He didn’t want to harm you and lose all of the care he gained.

But he obsessed over you to the point where it didn’t matter what the other half of his brain said. He couldn’t let you be stolen away from him now.

His behavior became rotten, other survivors left to the hunters while you and him get out each time. You at first thought it was just a bad day, until it happened all time.

He hovered closer than before, yet still hesitant to touch you. He was snappy towards other Survivors except you.

You needed to confront him, so you offered to speak with him.

The entire conversation felt uneasy, eyes the color of dry blood staring at you as you fumble with your words.

“What is up with you lately?”

You can see him tense for a moment.

“You aren’t even trying to save others anymore, only me! What’s wrong?”

“They’d be better as corpses.”

You stop accusing, and stare back into those sunken eyes.

“…what?”

“Corpses don’t call you a monster. Corpses won’t hurt you or bad mouth your appearance. Corpses don’t steal everything you love away and leave you damp and cold.”

You flinch back when he abruptly stands up, leaning on his shovel as he seethes.

“Everyone could be a corpse for all I care, except you. You were nice enough not to call me names or cast me away.”

“Andrew please-”

“I wouldn’t mind if they all died by the hunters, as long as I can have you as my Salvation.”

You distance yourself. Maybe he was in fact a monster. Maybe you managed to crack open that scared and antisocial shell of his and released something. A monster dark, cold, and damp that dwelled in the darkness.

A monster that wouldn’t mind tarnishing something so pure, as long as he could have it to himself.

Author’s Final Thoughts: This one was really fun to write. It’s my first Tumblr Ask so I’m quite happy. Sometimes he felt out of character, but I think it ended great.

Bro switched teams

wu chang x rent-a-girlfriend/boyfriend!reader??

--౨ৎ. Rent-A-Gf/Bf x Yandere Wu chang!

ೀ. Summary.. Reader is a rent-a-girlfriend/boyfriend, today's client? Xie and Fan.

ೀ. Cw.. Yandere content. Xie & Fan are your sugar daddies, unprofessional reader, Fan is a little mean. Modern au. Translated chinese. GN Reader. Threesome. Blind fold use. They tie you up. Xie praises you, and Fan degrades you. Cum swallowing. Sub!Reader.

ೀ .A/n.. I was also gonna add a threesome smut at the end, but I got two anons asking why I put headcannons and smut together so I guess I shouldn't?? Make a wuthering waves account using my friend code and I'll upload threesome of wuchang: ♡

ೀ.Masterlist...

❥. Xie and Fan originally would set up dates with you through the app. They were your long-term clients who you would see every couple of months.

❥. They don't see you as often as they'd like, but when they do. They spoil you.

❥. Taking you out to fancy and expensive places, they don't even bother looking at the prices when they order.

❥. Why bother when they can dote on you instead?

❥. Xie would order entrees, cooing at how cute your eating face is, while Fan holds a chopstick to your lips.

❥. As a rental girlfriend/boyfriend, your used to getting gifts. But it's usually a cute plushie or a keychain.

❥. You nearly choke on your water when they pull out some designer brand jewelry that's worth your years rent.

"It's a nice gift, but.. is it really okay for me to accept it? It's just.. well.." You trail off, swallowing thickly as you stared at the price tag.

"What's wrong, my Tiánxīn? Don't you like it?" Xie asks, his expression softening as he sat on your left while Fan sat on your right.

"No, nothing is wrong with it. I love it, it's.. well..--" but before you can say anything else, Fan cut you off.

"Then accept it, don't be ungrateful. We shopped for three hours to find you something we thought you'd like." Fan said, his brows knitted together. A little hurt as to why you would reject it in the first place.

You opened your mouth to protest, only for nothing to come out. For a moment, your easygoing cheery girlfriend/boyfriend act faltered.

"Good girl/boy. Now, open wide Xiǎo bǎobèi~" Xie hums, fork feeding you some dessert. Of course, you smiled at him and did as told.

❥. The way you're constantly sandwiched between them, it makes you feel like *you're* getting the boyfriend service.. It's a little overwhelming to the point that you even catch your heart skipping a beat.

❥. It certainly doesn't help when they ask who's your favourite when playfully fighting over you.

❥. Especially when they pull you onto their laps or press themselves into you from behind, giving sweet praises about how much they cherish you.

❥. Out of all the other rental clients, they aren't delusional. They know the terms and conditions. You aren't obligated to them.

❥. So they ask if you'd like to have a little arrangement. Asking if you'd like something a little more.

❥. Not a relationship but just something more.

❥. They wanna see you more when they're in the city, not just for an hour. Maybe for a night or two.

❥. They also want to be more intertwined in your life when they're here. Since they're constantly working overseas, your presence is their stress relief.

❥. Your presence mean so much to them. So that's why they want to smother themselves in your presence.

❥. You spend a couple of nights with them here and there, and they'll foot the bill of whatever you want. Hell, they even give you a weekly allowance. Maybe send them some texts about your day or send photos whatever you bought with the money they sent you.

❥. They even give you the keys for their penthouse, letting you stay there whenever and how ever long you want.

❥. They do like taking you out shopping, dressing you in clothes to match them.

❥. Want tickets for a concert, but it's sold out? Just text them, and they'll figure something out. Not only will they get you a seat, but one of the seats in front with vip pass. Only the best for their darling.

❥. Even if they are overseas, they make sure your taken care of.

❥. Although they are busy men, they text you pretty frequently. Often asking you if you slept well, did you eat yet? They can doordash you something if you hadn't.

❥. When they are in the city, they wanna spend time with you so much. They kinda expect you to devote all your time to them when they're here.

❥. Xie and Fan don't like it when you go on your phone when you're with them, Xie would ask why are your phone in a sad tone. Fan doesn't ask, he just plucks your phone out of your hands and places it in a drawer before sitting next to you.

❥. If you can't tell, Fan is obviously the more possessive and controlling one out of the two, Xie isn't so much. He doesn't mind you having your freedom.

❥. Even if Xie finds you texting someone about meeting up, he isn't so jealous. He genuinely believes that they don't have competition.

❥. Fan kinda does get jealous. Why are you texting someone to meet up when you're here with them? What are they giving you that Xie and he can't?

❥. Fan scoffs when he goes through your cellphone when you and Xie are asleep. He can't believe this. You have a similar arrangement with some rich photographer? Photography isn't even a real career. You can have two lovers who are devoted to you and will spoil you endlessly, but your texting some photographer? Tch. Blocked, blocked, and blocked.

❥. Don't even bother confronting Fan about it, he'll just deny it. Tell Xie and he'll scold Fan about it.

❥. Hell, they even gift you a customized collar. It's a purple leather collar with white lace and elements. Both Xie's and Fan's initials are embedded on the inside of the collar. There's also a bell that chimes with movement.

❥. If it really were up to them, (especially Fan) they would make you quit your job and your studies. You'd stay at their penthouse full time. They'll take care of everything. All you gotta do is sit and look pretty.

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❥. They share you all the time, do you really think they wouldn't share you in bed?

❥. Xie is more gentle, slowpaced, giving soft praises while he takes you. Fan on the other hand, isn't so gentle, he prefers to take you rough and fast, instead of praises he says the opposite.

❥. Despite Fan's roughness in bed, he actually doesn't want to hurt you. He even makes you pick out a safeword before anything happens.

❥. Even if you don't say the safeword while Fan is giving you rough and fast-paced thrusts, Xie reminds him to be more gentle. Much to Fan's annoyance.

❥. Out of the two, Fan likes using toys. Xie does too, but not as much as Fan.

❥. Xie is mostly vanilla, although he likes tying you up time to time. It's cute seeing you so, helpless and so needy.

❥. Xie always pulls out when he cums, settling on cumming on your stomach or ass. He does cum inside you time to time, but the way he sees it, it's not just sex but lovemaking.

❥. Whenever you're giving him head, Xie doesn't mind whether you spit or swallow. He usually gives some sort of warning before he climaxes. Like tapping you on the shoulder.

❥. Xie is kinda nasty, he makes out with you right after he finishes in your mouth.

❥. Fan on the other hand, he likes tying you up while also blindfolding you. You know that collar mentioned previously? It has a little loop to attach a leash on.

❥. Fan likes cumming inside you, no ifs or buts about it. For him, he feels as if he's claiming you.

❥. Same with receiving head, he does warn you with a similar shoulder tap. But he doesn't let you spit/swallow until you open your mouth and let him see what he did to you. But if it were up to him, he'd rather you to swallow.

❥. These two share you in every way possible. They either take turns with you, or have sex with you at the same time. Xie always takes you from the front, and Fan takes you from behind.

❥. Xie gives praise oh so very easily. You don't even have to do anything, and he's already whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

❥. Only after everything is done is when Fan praises you. He doesn't actually mean the things he says in bed. He can't have his pet thinking that he feels that way towards him.

❥. Aftercare with them is the best. Xie will lay with you in the bathtub or wipe you down with wet wipes, and Fan will make sure your hydrated and slice you up some fruit. Xie is giving words of reassurances and telling how good you took them. Even Fan praises you, asking if you want anything. Xie is quick to fall asleep next you, but Fan waits till you both are asleep.

— I’MA TEAR OUT YOUR HEART, IT’LL ALWAYS BE MINE

RECEIVERS。stalker!nikolai gogol x fem!reader

WISHCARD。“Come and fetch me, you said. Oh, you can’t imagine how turned on I am when you invited me so. You even shouted in front of everybody else, like I was already yours to begin with. I was so excited, I needed to chase you right at that second.”

BOUQUET。stalker au, 18+ content, dark content, harsh languages, very dubious consent, predator/prey dynamics, threats, manipulation, rough make-out session, masochism, slapping, object penetration, toxic relationship, degradation kink, obsessive behaviour, inspired by a scene in haunting adeline, dead dove do not eat (please read add. notes here)

PRICE。approx. 14.7k+

FREEGIFT。haunted (isabel larosa), help (isabel larosa), runrunrun (dutch melrose)

OTHER SHOP。available on AO3

❝ That bastard is still outside of my house. 

It has been almost several weeks, and each week, he made his effort to come and stalk the fuck out of me. He just stands there outside of my window where lights could not reach him. And I can’t believe he has the massive balls to come inside my house when I was sleeping. 

He lurks in the dark like a fucking creep. I don’t know what the fuck he’s doing out there, just watching me every time I have something to do in my OWN living room. 

For all I know, he could’ve been jerking himself off watching me. Disgusting.

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NSFT Alphabet: Fool's Gold

Thank you @turbulentscrawl for this help on this!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There is no aftercare nor does he expect aftercare, sorry guys. He is not the touchy-feely time at first and it takes a lot to get him there. He will humor you, let you get your cuddles in but you can feel how onesided it is.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Considering his body is mostly rocks rather than flesh, he will be crude and say his dick. At least that still is there and working. On you, everything, you are still soft, still alive, and your heart beats and races for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is not white, full monster fucker, his cum is black and he likes how it looks smeared on your face and stomach

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This guy would just tell you most of his thoughts, however, he has one: he wants to watch his survivor self fuck you. It is because he wants to see himself, as he was, touch you, and you touching him. Though he def not going to be nice to Norton during the whole thing. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

So tbh he only has ever slept with you, the man doesn't trust like that even though he makes some dirty comments he actually won't follow them through unless it is with you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Full nelson heh

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He can be an asshole and kinda funny in bed

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has no hair on the skin parts of his body

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Simple guy, i dont think anything special, he teases a lot and can get really possessive in the moment

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it if bored and you aren’t around to keep him busy. He rather your mouth or hand on him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He won't outwardly say it but making you bark is prob the hottest thing he has ever seen you do and will use his belt more often as a leash on you (sorry guys lol I'm not)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and anytime (in front of Norton too lol)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything he just a simple man with simple needs and he will do it during a match (tie or flawless only)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He will not sub or verse (receive like pegging) 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both he likes receiving more so but he 100% will give (let you sit on his face too)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Often does quickies with you just to make you pent up for later

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He will do most things so long has the end goal is reached (he cums you cum, maybe mostly him cumming he can watch you get yourself off)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

As a hunter he can go on for hours, often you have to tell him to stop because he can go on for a long time

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why is his cock not enough? He might entertain a vibrator (a modern one) but tbh no just use him 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud and he talks a lot during the do but you like hearing him become a mess where he is only groaning and moaning

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He often doesn't know his own strength and often you are covered in bruises. You have to tell him ease up and he does

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

12inches, the dick of life-changing (his survivor self too) no lie he is packing pray you can handle that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't need to sleep tbh and if in the mood he might stay around to watch you sleep

I would do 20 hours/day of manual labor for you to post Al snippets, Iro.

Say less (Sorry I posted this earlier on twitter, meant to do it here as well but fell asleep lol)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞

CW & TW: Manipulation , nonconsensual consumption of substances, stalking, obsession, mentions of suicide and death

WC: 0.6k Words, 3.5k Characters

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊

He smiled at you with his lopsided smile, the very same one that charmed you to loving him— the deep dimples on either side of his cheeks that only got deeper whenever he laughed or smiled a little too hard. The same deep brown with a tinge of auburn hair, messily tied back with a barely kept together hairband you gave him eons ago- that tickled your face whenever you hugged or slept together in the same bed to enjoy each others company. The same rough but delicate and diligent hands that held you whenever you cried out of somber, or even just pure delight- that congratulated you or emphasized with you no matter what. The same skinny, a little frail, pale skinned boy you fell in love with oh so long ago- that never failed to hurt you intentionally; keep you safe like a experiment that could never be recreated.

He took care of you all this time, remembering every detail about you to make you feel loved and special- writing down every detail in a journal he claimed helped him remember due to his incident from his past... That you didn't hear much about, but assumed that he'd open up to you after a couple years.. Yet he didn't. It made you suspicious, but was taken care of when he explained the slight trauma of arguments and used that to his advantage. He made breakfast every morning for you, slipping in chemicals to see how they would alter your mind chemistry- being the perfect lab rat. You always told him whenever you got a headache, blurry spots in your eyes, or other things of that nature- even when his small dosages of homemade aphrodisiac caused a small.. problem for you.

He took every little thing in account for you, listing down every meal you ate and drank- stalking you with a pair of binoculars and watching from afar. If you were at a cafe, after you left- he'd ask and describe what you ate to see the ingredients to make sure they didn't interfere with his work. He marked down everything, intending on keeping you around forever as his lab rat until he himself died...

He took everything in account except his own self feelings. He didn't really know why he wanted you to be his own little human test subject... Just that everything about you was so perfectly... constant. You never changed your hair, didn't try anything too new- and when you did; you always asked him for his advice first. He loved the way he counted your every heartbeat when you laid on him, letting him card his fingers through the ends of your hair- even if they got a bit tangled; careful to not tug on any knots. Seeing the smile on your face at the favorite of your foods he cooked every day, the same thing every week unless you asked him to- grinning ear to ear and happily eating his homecooked food with other components.

So the day you died, he didn't understand. He did everything correctly, looked over every bit of his journal and schedule- nothing could've called for the sudden stop of your heart. The nurses and doctors said they did everything to help, but he didn't believe it. He kept you healthy as if you were his pet, the house littered half with his "research" about you- some crumpled from his mourning grip on them late at night. You were the reason he stopped. He couldn't take the loss in his own field, to his best work.. You. He couldn't stand seeing the hallucinations of you coming down the stairs in his white blouse that he wore to his graduation, before disappearing when we placed a plate in front of you. He lived like this for so long, before he couldn't take it anymore.

Thank you guys for being so patient again. I decided to post this now considering I will have to be moving and I'll be getting off of school next week!

Forever With You

Mr. Crawling

Synopsis: Even your home doesn't feel like a home ever since you left the other world, so you decided to go back and stay with him for good.

Spoilers!⚠️ From END03: I'm Back

Incorrect grammar (pls forgive me)

Mr. Crawling being a cutie patootie

I was really feeling like writing something for him because I luv him so much

Word count: 1,648

Ever since you came back to your own world, life's been peaceful. No mysterious rooms, no creepy monsters, and no blood spilling everywhere you go.

At first it was hard to keep yourself sane, being kept for a long time in a world that's not known to you, being away from your loved ones, being alone without anyone to stay with you, of course it would be tough.

Except there's a certain someone who stayed with you throughout your journey, wandered with you around the endless maze of unpredictable paths, protected you from any threats, and taught you two important things: what is love and what it feels like to be loved.

You know people would criticise you, calling you a 'psycho' or even 'insane' for loving a monster like him. And even if it's him against the world, you know to yourself who to pick.

And it'll always be him.

Now...what was his name again?

Mr......Crawling?

Is that it?

It sounds so familiar, yet so foreign to hear.

Am I right?

Or am I wrong?

Where is he?

Ah. That's right. You both got separated just as you reached the exit, it felt so painful leaving without him, like a part of you was stuck elsewhere. What was more horrifying to see is how your memories of the other world slowly fades like it's just a fever dream you once had. A string of hope always comes at the last possible moment, as if it wants you to be stuck to choose whether to keep on trying to remember everything or just let it disappear once and for all.

For the past few nights you've always found yourself stuck in the same dream every single time: Your body under the blankets of a hospital bed, and he's keeping an eye out for you, laying his cold head on your stomach with half of his face hiding underneath his long, black hair, watching you with that seemingly creepy but cute smile of his as he asks the same question over and over again.

"You like me?"

And every time you reply to him with the same answer again and again...

"I like you"

He'd laugh and ruffle your hair. He'd say how happy he is to hear that as he kept on laughing, muttering "I like you" numerous times.

And you'll always wake up with a tear-stained face and a tightened chest, longing for his touch and his love.

So you made the decision to finally end it all, end all the suffering, and go back to that building with no regrets. You prepared yourself and hurriedly ran outside your apartment to find the place where it all started.

The cold and quiet structure had this familiar breeze flowing even on the inside of your thick jacket. When you finally came across a large mirror with lots of cracks and a single hole just in the middle of it, you know you're almost there.

Shoes clacking on the concrete floor with each step, echoing through the spacious hallway, you wasted no time and stopped just infront of the large mirror. You take a glance of yourself, noticing the redness and the puffiness of your eyes as you carefully touched it.

You must've cried really hard last night.

Too focused on yourself, you didn't notice a single eye observing you through the hole. And when you finally shifted your eyes to meet the familiar man, you quickly leaned closer to the void.

"Mr. Gap!" You called out. Desperate eyes staring at him intensely.

You can sense him smiling just from the way his eyes curled up. It has been so long since you last saw him and you can feel yourself regaining those memories you almost lost.

"Please take me back!" You pleaded, not realizing that there's a language barrier between the two different worlds. Mr. Gap frowned, obviously telling you that he doesn't understand a word you said, yet he knows from that tone of your voice that you need help.

"Need help?" He asked.

You nod without a second, and instantly reply back, knowing you're finally getting the hang of their language.

"Need help return" You uttered out, and he was quick to respond, and you know just exactly what he'll do in exchange for helping you.

His hand suddenly pops out of the hole, curled up like he wants you to give something to him, which is just what he wants. "Give me your hair?" He chuckled, waiting for your response.

You took a pause and caressed your hair resting on your shoulder, you never actually realized how long it has been since you came back to your own world, your hair had grown over alot.

You smiled, a signal that you consented and that's where he was quick on action to grab you and the next thing you knew...

You're here.

You're back.

Now you just wished you were at the same time as him.

You looked to your side and found a cracked hole in a wall, and there goes Mr. Gap with his sinister eye smile. You asked him about the others, referring to them as someone you're with the last time you're here.

Happy was definitely an understatement to what you're feeling right now, it's far more than just feeling happy that you're finally here. You can finally see him again. You thanked Mr. Gap and decided to leave, but before he lets you vanish, he gave you a crowbar. It's not what you really needed right now but it's not bad to bring one just in case.

"Thank you" you worded out, still grateful to him for helping you, you're quite lucky he didn't ask for a heart or you would surely do what you need to do, even if it gets real bloody. He left the shadows and you headed off to who knows where, as long as there's a door or a way out.

With a crowbar on your hand, you walk past several rooms, some are familiar, while some are probably a new one. Encountering some familiar faces was really refreshing, some of them were Mr. Masque, Mr. Hood, and Mr. Machete. It's like a reunion with friends from the other side, but they're not the main reason you're here, you were still dedicated into searching for a familiar crawling man whom you really really want to see.

Finally, after resting for a little bit, you finally found that same room you had in your dream, you immediately turned the knob and walked right in.

No one was there.

You plopped down on the bed, feeling down knowing that he wasn't here, he might still be looking for you but you're already worn out, your feet are sore from all that walking and running.

Maybe if you take a rest, you'll find him next to you the moment you wake up. Lifting both your legs on the bed as you get yourself comfortable, you suddenly hear a weeping noise, like someone is crying.

You stopped moving and waited for it to make noise again, and it scared you for a bit, it was really close to you, but there's no one in this room but you.

It sounds like it's coming under the bed. You quickly looked to the left side of the bed, and found nothing, you had to make sure it's safe to look underneath before going at it. You looked to the right side and found a hair peeking out from under your bed, it was long, and dark.

You got up and sat on the floor, just infront of the dark view from under the bed. Leaning closer to examine it very closely, you shrieked for a second and backed away instantly when a face popped out of the shadows.

It looked at you for a while, before deciding to crawl out of there. Soon, it all came to view. It was him.

"Mr. Crawling-" before you could even finish your sentence, he jumped at you and completely wrapped you fully covered on his hold. Your arms made its way to wrap around his neck, hugging him back with your head buried on his shoulder.

"Found you!" He sounded happy as well, and his crying noises had finally stopped. Now it was your time to cry in his arms.

"I'm sorry" you repeated a few times before finally breaking down. He's confused as a baby, not knowing the reason why you're suddenly feeling sad. And with that he replied back. "Why sad? Not happy found me?" His hands gently pet your head, knowing just how much you need it as your sobs and sniffled echoed through the room.

"Happy, too happy" you replied between your sobs, and looked at him with your puffed-out eyes, he looked even more confused and the way his mouth frowned just showed how much he's clueless to what's happening to you. Without any second, he cupped both your cheeks and leaned closer just close enough for his nose to bump into yours.

"You pain? Hurt?" He asked.

"No, me fine" you assured him, and the look on his face was more than enough to make you giggle because it's still as confused as ever, you shrugged the idea of explaining it to him more further as it could lead to more misunderstandings. You gave him a peck on his lips and smiled. The laughter that comes out of him after kissing him was like a remedy for your pain, and you're finally at rest when he keeps you on his hold, muttering words like, "Me together with you", "I like you", and "Protect you".

"You rest?" was the last thing you heard him ask before finally falling asleep, ready for a new day tomorrow with him by your side.

It's decided. You're gonna stay with him forever.