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I didn't read the full summary so i thought it was just gonna be this fluffy friends night out... I was so shocked. Anyways this is so good

Their Saving Grace

Summary: Angel and Tank hadn't hung out much. Not in public, at least. The times they had spent together were tucked away in Tank's dingy little apartment as Angel tried to pry into the estranged wolf's life and during the short breaks of the pack meetings that neither of them really wanted to be at. And that's why Angel was so surprised when Tank actually agreed to go to a bar with them. It's a damn shame that their night didn't really go as planned.

Note: I'm so out of practice with writing, but I'm trying to get back into it. I've been sticking with the redacted fandom, but I started rewatching Game of Thrones so I might just dip myself into that area as well haha--anyways, let me know what you guys think! And thank you for reading <3

(This work was also cross-posted on my ao3 account under hades_baby)

Word count: 5,016

“The next job that I have lined up for us was outsourced by the department for the protection of a seer named Morgan Kyne. We’ve worked as a security detail for him in the past and he requested our services again,” David explained as he handed Tank a small stack of stapled papers. “The department is setting up a meeting between Morgan and another seer, who decided to stay unnamed on our record. They asked us to make sure that the entirety of their meeting goes undisturbed and that both participants leave the building unharmed.” 

Tank lazily flipped through all the papers, halting their movements to look over Morgan Kyne’s file. They quickly found that he was considered to be a very important seer and that the department had done many things to keep him heavily protected at all times. Tank found the lengthy list of safety procedures a bit odd. It made them question why this specific seer was so much more important than all the other ones the department had managed to harbor in their clutches? And why did the other seer in the equation decide that they wanted to stay unnamed on the Shaw Pack Security record?

Even though they had all of these jumbled unanswered questions, Tank knew that they would still have to work the security detail regardless of having all of the information. So, in the end, it didn’t really matter if they had the answers to their beloved questions. 

“You and Milo are going to be watching the main entrance while Asher and I cover the meeting room door,” David continued. He tapped two of his fingers against a specific spot on the map of the department building plastered in front of them, showing them exactly where they were meant to be stationed throughout the entirety of the job. 

“Is it just the four of us working this one?” Tank asked, glancing up at David with a curious look in their eye. He nodded his head in response. They grimaced and hummed lowly. “Seems a bit small for something so important, don’t you think?” 

“Morgan and the department asked for something a bit small,” Milo said, quickly stealing the estranged wolf’s attention. Tank flicked their expectant gaze over to him, waiting for him to follow up on his very brief statement. He always followed up with more after saying something so short and blunt. They’d noticed that he’d been doing it since high school. “They’re trying to keep whatever they’re setting up all hush-hush. It’s supposed to be a subtle job.”

“Well, if that’s the case, are you sure you want me staking out the entrance? I don’t really scream… subtle,” Tank said, furrowing their brows while giving them a knowing look. 

“Neither does the alpha and beta of the Shaw Pack standing at the front of a department building,” David retorted. 

“Fair point.”

“Hey, Tank!” 

Now, that was something that made Tank cringe a bit. 

The last time someone had shouted their name like that in the middle of the den, they had gotten a pleasant surprise fist to the face, all thanks to Christian and his so-called “high opinion” on what was supposedly right for the pack. Tank hadn’t cared much about the fact that Christian thought they were no good for the pack or for the nasty bruise he had left on their cheek, but David and the rest of the pack did. 

David practically had a fucking field day with him.  

Tank flicked their eyes around the crowded room, searching for the person who had just shouted their name. Angel was easy to spot. They had just burst through the doors of the den, their figure perked up and practically buzzing with excitement. Tank raised their brows, silently gesturing for them to continue on with whatever it was they wanted to say.

“We’re still on for drinks later tonight at the Golden Growler, right?” Angel asked with a smile shining on their face. 

“Supposed to leave at nine, right?” they prompted, curiously tilting their head to the side. Tank knew the answer to their own question, but they figured it wouldn’t hurt to make sure they were right. 

“See you in thirty,” Angel confirmed, sending them a two-fingered salute paired with a wink before walking over to where Asher and his mate were talking. 

Tank went back to skimming over Morgan Kyne’s file, but their reading was rudely interrupted when Milo speedily snatched the papers right out of their hands. They looked up at the pair of grinning shifters standing in front of them. They tried to reach for the file, but Milo jerked them further from their reach. 

“Alright, what the fuck?” they questioned, impatiently waiting for an answer. 

“Are you going to a bar with my mate?” David asked with a smug smirk on his face. 

“Didn’t know you were the party type,” Milo teased, tapping one of their shoulders with the folded file in his hands. Tank huffed out a heavy breath, rolled their eyes, and grabbed back the stack of stapled papers before shoving both of the shifters away with a harsh playful shove. 

“Piss off, would you?” 

The other two shifters gave each other a look, held their hands up in mock surrender, and went back to discussing the details of their upcoming security job. 

Regardless of their little teasing, David and Milo were actually really happy to hear that Tank was finally getting themself out there; especially with Angel, of all people. They were interested in seeing how the pair’s interaction would play out. And it’s not like this was their first time ever spending time together—long nights in Tank’s grungy apartment and snack breaks in the pack den were enough to prove that. It just so happened to be the first time they were going to be hanging out in a public setting like a bar. 

The latest version of Tank was known to be a lot quieter in a bar setting. They were typically found sipping something strong on their own in a dark corner of the room or at the very end of a perfectly polished bar, not bothering anyone and not being bothered by anyone. The only time people had really known them to party at a bar or a club was when Quinn had an absolute vice grip on them and their mind.

On the other hand, Angel had always been known to be—what Milo had called—the party type. They were unapologetically themself at bars and clubs. They didn’t care about whether or not someone was staring at them as if they were crazy as they danced their way around the room or if they were making fun of them for ordering the fruitiest drink on the long-ass menu of bullshit cocktails that cost all too much. 

So… yeah. 

It was going to be an interesting night for the two of them. 

Tank couldn’t deny that they were actually excited for their little hangout. Now, how was this little hangout arranged? They couldn’t really tell you. Angel kind of just burst into their life as they did with most people. 

“Well, it looks like we have about thirty minutes to discuss this week’s job before you have to head out for your little party,” Milo teased one last time before returning to the plan they had been discussing moments before. Tank rolled their eyes in response before going back to listening in on the plan. 

They didn’t understand why they were making such a big deal about everything. 

Well, in a way, they did. 

It wasn’t every day the most estranged member of the pack decided to hang out with the most ecstatic one. 

Guess it was about damn time it happened. 

“Ready to go?” Tank asked as they walked over to where Angel was sitting patiently on their phone. They pulled on their leather jacket and stole a glance at Angel’s phone, seeing that they were playing—what they had learned to be—Minecraft.

“Ready,” Angel said, popping up from their seat and stuffing their phone into their back pocket. “Are we taking your motorcycle like you promised?”

“Yeah, of course,” Tank said, nonchalantly nodding their head along. They remembered Angel's excitement when they offered to take the two of them to the bar on their old motorcycle. A joyride on Tank’s classic cruiser was something Angel had been begging for since they had witnessed the estranged wolf pull up on it for a late-night pack meeting a couple of months ago. 

“Be safe,” David called from the table he and Milo were sitting at. The two of them had finally released the poor shifter from their meeting, noticing how they had been watching the clock for the remaining thirty minutes.

“See you later, Davey!” Angel called back as they headed out of the den with Tank in tow. 

When they got outside to the glossy black classic cruiser parked near the front of the lot, Tank kicked their leg over and settled comfortably on the seat. They grabbed the helmet that had been hanging from the handlebars and held it out to Angel, who seemed a bit hesitant to take it. 

“What about you?” they asked, tilting their head to the side while slowly taking the offered helmet. 

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve ridden this thing without a helmet more times than I have with one on. Sam would probably have my head if he knew that, but that’s beside the point. Plus, I’m pretty sure David would rather have you wearing that thing,” Tank said, shrugging their shoulders. They zipped up their leather jacket, pulling at the collar a bit to cover their neck. The fading bite marks soon disappeared from view under the thick material. “You’re gonna want to zip your jacket up. It’s going to get a lot colder when we start moving.”

Angel zipped up their jacket in a flash, pulled the heavy helmet on, and nodded their head. Tank looked them over for a second before a small smile pulled over their face and a soft chuckle slipped past their lips. That smile was enough to make Angel grin like an idiot. They hadn’t ever really seen Tank smile like that. Only on occasion, and Sam was typically the cause of it. So, knowing that they had just made the usually stoic wolf smile—it made them feel absolutely ecstatic.

“Come here,” Tank said, ushering them closer with a lazy wave of their hand. The quiet shifter helped adjust the thick woven straps of the helmet under Angel’s chin, ensuring everything was nice and snug. Once they figured everything was good to go, they snapped the clear face shield down into place and rapped their knuckles against the top of the helmet a couple of times. Angel was forced to duck their head to escape the rough knocking as they let out a few bits of laughter. “Let’s motor.”

Angel hopped onto the back of the bike and quickly froze, not knowing where to place their arms. 

Would Tank be comfortable with their arms wrapped around them?

Would they want Angel to just hold onto their shoulders?

Would they even be comfortable with any of that?

The only time Angel had been on a motorcycle was with David, but they knew his comfort level nearly better than he did himself. They knew exactly how much they could do before their mate got irritated and uncomfortable, but how far could they go before Tank got irritated and uncomfortable?

“You’re going to have to wrap your arms around me if you don’t want to fly off the back,” Tank said, glancing over their shoulder a bit. 

“Right,” Angel said with a curt nod, but their words were almost completely muffled by the polished face shield that Tank had set in place. They wrapped their arms around Tank’s torso, clasping their hands right over the shifter’s abdomen. 

Tank started up their motorcycle like they had done a million other times, finding absolute comfort in the deep rumbling purr that reverberated from the massive machine. They couldn’t help but think back to all the warm afternoons they had spent with Gabe, fixing up the busted engine and vast amount of stripped wiring while his choice of classic rock played quietly in the background of the open garage. 

The bike had been something that was left behind by their parents when they had skipped town and left Tank, who had been in their late teens at the time. They had wanted nothing to do with that damned bike, but Gabe had somehow convinced them to help him fix it up. He had told them that it would be a good project to take up their time and that it would be good to have something to ride around town when they really needed to, but Tank knew better than that. 

Sure, all of those reasons were fair and true, but they knew that he wanted to spend more time with them, to keep them around for as long as he could, and to make them feel welcomed in a pack they so obviously felt detached from. 

They had been pretty reluctant to help Gabe fix the old bike up. They hated the idea of fixing something that had once been owned by their parents. The motorcycle had become a constant reminder that they had been left behind all the same. But the moment they learned to stop comparing themself to a motorcycle was the moment they started spending comfortable afternoons with Gabe, and the glossy black cruiser became a much favored after-school project. 

“Ready?” Tank inquired, glancing over their shoulder once more. 

“Ready,” Angel confirmed, nodding their head and knocking the chin of the helmet against the wolf’s shoulder. 

They eased their way out of the parking lot, hitting the smooth streets of Dahlia at extreme speeds. The needle of the speedometer climbed like there was no tomorrow. Tank couldn’t help but smirk at the feeling of Angel’s arms tightening around them and they found it nice to hear their muffled laughter of excitement. 

Much to Angel’s dismay, they arrived at the bar much quicker than they’d like to admit. They silently wished they could’ve kept riding for a little longer, but they guessed that’s what they got for picking a place so close to the pack’s den. Tank soon pulled over, parking right in front of the buzzing bar. The bright neon light hanging outside shone across the face shield of the helmet, urging Angel to pull it off and hand it back to Tank. They hung it on the handlebars, waiting for Angel to get off the bike before they could. 

“Alright. Drinks, darts, and dirty secrets,” Angel said. 

“Drinks, darts, and maybe dirty secrets,” Tank echoed, nodding their head once. Angel grinned, grabbed their hand, and pulled them right into the bar. 

The place was a mix of empowered and unempowered people, which Tank didn’t find any comfort in. Part of them wished they had just gone to an unempowered bar. Somewhere that would’ve been considered safer for their alpha’s mate. Somewhere they wouldn’t have to glance over their shoulder every few seconds to make sure that there wasn’t anyone trying to start some shit with them.

Not that anyone would try to start some shit with them. 

No one in Dahlia would be dumb enough to mess with anyone associated with the Shaw Pack. 

Well, only Quinn would have the guts to try something, but that was a story for another time. 

They took their seats at the high bar, called the bartender over, and ordered their preferred drinks. And even though their drinks of choice were drastically different, they seemed to fit the two perfectly. 

“Damn it,” Angel said, slamming one of their fists against the polished wooden bar as their drinks were placed in front of them. The slam of their fist should’ve made Tank flinch like a few others around them did, but it didn’t. 

“What’s up?” Tank asked, casually glancing at Angel as they took a sip from their glass of whiskey. One large cube of ice floated neatly in the middle of the chilled amber liquid. 

“I knew you were pretty much the definition of a badass—I mean, the motorcycle, the leather jacket, the stoic look you always have on, the cool-looking scars—and I had a feeling that you would order some sort of plain whiskey drink, but I was kind of hoping that you would break the stereotype and order something like super fruity,” Angel rambled as they swirled their own drink around with the little black straw set in their glass. “Fuck. Now I owe David ten bucks.”

Now that was enough to make Tank laugh. 

“You know, Asher and Milo used to always tell me that I matched the stereotypical movie badass trope. They would always say that I was like someone straight out of a Fast and Furious movie or some shit like that,” Tank said, shaking their head while shrugging their shoulders. They took another sip of their drink, enjoying how warm their chest was beginning to feel. 

“Here. Take a sip of mine and tell me what you think,” Angel said, sliding their drink over to Tank. The shifter eyed the colorful drink carefully before slowly picking it up and taking a slow sip, completely disregarding the little black straw Angel had been using. The strong taste of pomegranate and liquor overwhelmed their taste buds, making them grimace slightly. “See? Isn’t that much better?”

“It’s pretty good, but I think I’ll stick with mine,” Tank said, grabbing the heavy crystal glass full of whiskey. 

“Suit yourself,” Angel said, beaming a bit with a smile before taking another long sip of their drink. They slammed the glass back down on the bar, grabbed Tank’s hand, and nodded towards the dartboard nailed on the opposite wall. “Come on. We’ve still gotta fulfill the darts and dirty secrets part of the night!” 

“I’m sorry, but there is absolutely no way that David Shaw lets you call him puppy,” Tank scoffed with an amused smile and a furrowed brow. “I am never going to let him live that one down.”

“First of all, he would kill me if he ever found out I told you that! And second, I said that he only lets me call him that on occasion,” Angel insisted, giggling like a child while playfully shoving Tank’s shoulder. 

“Oh, on occasion my ass,” Tank said, rolling their eyes. The amount of whiskey they had drunk wasn’t enough to completely inebriate them, but they were definitely a lot more chatty than they were at the beginning of the night. Angel liked this side of Tank, and they were interested in seeing what it would take to get them like that without the wonderful aid of whiskey. “I bet he lets you call him that and pet him all the time when he’s shifted. Secretly enjoying all of the head pats and belly rubs you probably give him.”

“The same way you used to enjoy all the same things from me, misfit?”

Tank immediately froze at the sound of the familiar voice, the multiple glasses of whiskey in their system quickly flooding away as if they hadn’t been tipsy moments before. Their laughing mood had been snatched and their senses were thrown on high alert. They grabbed onto Angel, shoving their alpha’s mate behind their back as they whipped around to face the voice that had just spoken into the night’s chilled air. Their eyes narrowed at the psychotic vampire wearing a sadistic, devilish grin. 

“Quinn,” Tank snarled, baring their teeth. Angel tensed up behind them, their hands finding the back of Tank’s leather jacket and squeezing the material into their trembling fists. Tank wanted to turn their head and tell them that it would be okay, but they didn’t want to risk taking their eyes off Quinn. 

“Making friends with another unempowered brat? Huh. It seems you never learn,” he said, scoffing and dramatically rolling his eyes. “Who knows? Maybe this one won’t end up like the last.”

Tank’s fingers twitched at the insinuation until they balled up into tight fists. 

“Let them leave. Then you and I can settle all of this bullshit on our own,” Tank insisted as they took a single step back. They kept a hand wrapped around one of Angel’s wrists, making sure that they were still where they knew them to be. Quinn didn’t show any sign of letting their unempowered friend leave. “As much as I hate to admit it, you aren’t fucking dumb, Quinn. You’ve made some bold moves in the past, but you’re not stupid enough to go after someone that would get your head on David Shaw’s most wanted list.”

“You’re right,” he said, letting out a disappointed sigh. His eyes flicked down to the ground for a moment before looking right back at the tense shifter. “But that doesn’t stop me from going after you.”

Angel didn’t know what to do. 

All of it had happened so quickly.  

Quinn had mercilessly lunged for Tank and dragged them right into the shitty little alleyway adjacent to the bar they had been comfortably drinking in moments ago. Unfortunately, he had managed to snag Angel’s arm in the process of grabbing his most hated shifter and now their poor forearm was bleeding through the sleeve of their jacket. But their gash was nothing compared to what Tank had just endured to protect them. 

The fight hadn’t lasted long. 

And now, Tank was lying limp on the ground and Quinn was nowhere to be seen. 

The sadistic vampire had fled once he had gotten the poor wolf bleeding and on their knees. Angel was just thankful that the blood-sucking bastard hadn’t gotten away completely unscathed. They felt a little better knowing that half of the dark blood staining the wet concrete below them came from his undead veins. 

With that being said, they felt absolutely sick to their stomach knowing that the other half of the blood on the ground had come from Tank. 

“Tank! Time to open your eyes. It’s going to be okay—you are going to be okay,” Angel rambled, scooping up the shifter’s head with their shaking hands and resting it comfortably in their lap. “I’m going to call David and then he’s going to call Sam and then everything’s going to be perfectly okay. You hear me? Everything’s going to be okay.”

Tank could tell that Angel was freaking out past the point of comprehension. 

They couldn’t blame them, though. 

Angel wasn’t used to situations like this. 

They weren’t David, who could usually keep a relatively level head regardless of the chaotic situation. 

They weren’t Asher, who could joke through any serious situation while still making sure to get his job done. 

They weren’t Milo, who could switch between being a jokester and a stoic medic as he attempted to heal someone. 

They weren’t Sam, who always knew exactly what to do even when the simple task of thinking felt impossible. 

Tank needed Angel to calm down before anything dire happened. 

Before they potentially fucking died because they couldn’t get Quinn to back off. 

Before they potentially fucking died and scarred Angel for the rest of their life. 

Tank’s heart was starting to slow, but they needed to pull through to make sure this situation didn’t absolutely fuck with Angel’s psyche.  

They didn’t deserve that. 

Not in this lifetime. 

Not in any lifetime. 

Fuck. 

They were still wearing their goddamn leather jacket. The blood was going to be a bitch to get out. The smell, the texture, the material—all of it would be ruined. 

But that didn’t really matter right now. 

Angel’s hands were shaking as they tried to dial David’s number. Hot tears were streaming down their face and it was apparent that they wouldn’t be able to complete the task on their own. Not like this, at least.

“Angel,” Tank rasped out to catch their attention. Angel took a deep breath and met Tank’s blanking gaze. “I need you to take a deep breath for me and then finish David’s number, alright?”

“Alright,” they said, nodding quickly before taking another deep breath. After that, they started to dial much steadier than before. Their hands still shook, but their nimble fingers managed to type out the rest of the number.

Tank didn’t understand why they hadn’t just pressed David’s contact name, which would no doubt be in their recent call history, but they also knew that panic and adrenaline could do amazing things to the mind. They knew that Angel was trying to do the right thing and they were doing the right thing. It didn’t matter if they were taking the longer route to it. Tank was just thankful they hadn’t frozen up like most people would have. 

The phone started to ring and Angel put it on speaker, their hands still shaking as they placed it on the cold concrete next to Tank’s head. 

“How’s the night going, Angel?” David asked the moment he answered. 

“David! I need you to come down to the bar right now,” Angel begged, their voice bursting out louder than either of them expected. “We’re in an alleyway by the bar on sixth—”

“Slow down—what’s wrong? Why do you sound like you’re crying?” he asked. The noise from the other side of the line made it apparent that he was getting up and grabbing the keys to his truck. Both of them could hear Asher and Milo asking what was wrong in the background. “Angel put Tank on the phone.”

Tank let out a strained groan to let David know that they were, in fact, already on the phone with them. Angel grimaced and shook their head at Tank’s attempt.  

“I can’t really do that right now. Quinn was here and they protected me and now they’re bleeding out and I don’t know what to do!” Angel exclaimed, their panic growing with each passing word they rambled out. 

“I’m sorry—what? Quinn was there?” David snapped, sounding completely distressed now. He started to move even faster than before, keys jangling louder in the background. “Are you alright? Is Tank alright? How bad are they?”

Angel looked over Tank’s body, not really knowing how to answer him. Blood poured out of Tank’s neck, chest, and abdomen. All of the crimson liquid was coming from a vast amount of gashes and vampire bites that littered their body. 

“David, it’s bad,” they whispered as if Tank couldn’t hear them. 

The bleeding shifter chuckled, but it immediately turned into a line of rough coughs. 

“Hey, David?” Tank rasped out, hoping he could hear them. 

“Tank?”

“Don’t call Sam, alright? I don’t want this to be his last image of me,” they said, swallowing hard. 

David stayed completely silent on the other side of the line for a long while, thinking about how he could respond without sparking anything. Eventually, he let out a long sigh before speaking again. 

“Stay on the phone. I’ll be there in five.”

Tank took a heavy breath and shook their head as much as they could. 

“Fuck me,” Tank muttered. They knew he was going to call their mate regardless of what they wanted. “Sam’s going to fucking kill me himself if this doesn’t turn out to be the last night of my life.”

“Don’t say that. This isn’t going to be the last night of your life. Sam’s going to get here and he’s going to fix you up and then we’re all going to go home and everything’s going to be okay,” Angel said, clenching their jaw as they tried to get a hold of themself. “Everything’s going to be okay.”

“Hey, Angel?” Tank started, smiling a bit. Angel could see the blood that stained Tank’s sharp teeth. The bleeding wolf took a moment to speak up again, trying to think about whether or not they wanted to say something while David—and most likely Asher and Milo—were listening in. Fuck it. “Thanks for making tonight amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve… since I’ve had a good night with a friend.”

Angel nearly broke at that. 

A friend. 

Tank called them a fucking friend. 

The estranged wolf of the pack, the one that nobody seemed to be able to get to, the one that didn't seem to have any friends. 

“You are going to be perfectly okay and then we’re going to go out again and have another good night because guess what, Tank?” Angel started, furrowing their brows while holding onto their form even tighter than before. Tank’s eyes flicked up to Angel’s, waiting for them to continue with what they were going to say. “Because that’s what friends do.”

Tank stared at them for a long time before letting out a strained chuckle.

“Cheesy.”

“Shut up before I really show you cheesy,” Angel said, letting out a huff of laughter while tears continued to stream from their eyes. They were starting to calm down and Tank was ever-thankful for that. They weren’t sure if they could keep themself calm along with them for much longer. 

“I’m sorry that all of this happened tonight,” Tank rasped out, grimacing slightly as their laughter died down. 

“You can make up for it the next time we go out. I’ll let you pick the place next time,” Angel said, shrugging their shoulders with a sad smile. 

They sat in silence for a while, waiting for David and the rest of them to show. Angel’s hands had been working their way through Tank’s hair the entire time, fingertips messing with the ends every so often in a comforting way. It was enough to make Tank want to close their eyes and fall asleep, but they knew they couldn’t do that. 

Not now, at least. 

“Hey, Angel?”

Angel hummed, waiting for them to continue. 

“Thanks for being my saving grace.”

I saw your post of BP Yandere boys and I love it so much, there's a chance to have another part where MC almost achieves scaping but they get caught last minute pretty please🥺 👉👈

Love your writing, have a nice day/night/afternoon <3

I'm pretty new to writing yandere-based stuff so it took me a while. I apologize if some of the characters are a little OOC, but also I kind of have to so I can make them yandere's.

Tw: yandere (manipulation, controlling, toxic relationship, kidnapping), slight blood/reader harmed (not directly by the characters), and Stockholm syndrome.

Hope you enjoy! If you do please check out my other writing!!

It wasn't your first attempt to escape, you tried to escape over and over. Failing every time, you'd tried gaining his trust, you tried telling the server you tried telling the neighbors, nothing worked. You were running out of plans, you'd spent hours thinking by the window, crying for anyone to help you. That's when it hit you, you looked out the window, the apartment building across from you had a fire escape ladder. You realized this apartment must have one too. You'd only remember this window, as you've been confined to one room for so long, but you know there's a chance. You felt a little stupid for only coming up with this plan now, but at least you had another shot.

You were impatient, as soon as you got a sharp object you started to cut yourself free of the rope. You didn't cut it all the way, knowing that night owl would notice the loose rope, but as soon as he left for work you made the last cut. You tried to stand up, falling down quickly, it's been weeks since you stood up, let alone walk, but you had to try. You spotted crutches in the closets, using the wall to get to them.

With the help of the clutches, you started to search the apartment, and with luck, the first window had the fire escape. You shattered the window, too impatient to unlock it. You try to get through the window with the crutches, after a few minutes you're on the landing. You look down at the latter. You quickly realize it would be difficult to get down with the state of your legs. You shake your head, you can't give up, maybe you have enough arm strength to essentially crawl down the ladder. You think of how that would work but before you can even move to the ladder you hear the window slide open.

“What- What are you doing cutie?! You're going to get hurt!”

There he is, your capturer. He crawls out the window as you whine, he guides you inside. You cry that you don't want to go back, that you hate his room. But instead, he takes you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet, taking the crutches, seething them far enough that you can't reach them. He starts to clean up the cuts on your skin, he rubs soothing lotion on the rope marks. He cares for you.

“You - you could have gotten seriously hurt? You did get hurt! And the crutches? Can you not walk?”

Something about how he talks, how he touches you so delicately, it feels domestic, nice. So you tell him.

“I- I've been sitting for so- so long I couldn't walk.”

“What !? Of course, I feel - I'm sorry I didn't think about that, I’ll let you walk around more, only around me but I don't want to cause nerve damage or anything. And I'll loosen up on the rope, I can't stand how bad it looks, it must hurt. Why didn't you say something?”

He looks into your eyes, you can see how bad he feels in them. You feel guilt wash over you.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It's okay cutie, I'll be better now.”

Weeks later and you're still trapped in his room, but now you get rope breaks, and he walks you around the room almost every day so, it's not as bad, you're actually quite grateful.

It took you a long time to get this far into your escape plan. It wasn't your first attempt, far from it, when Quest first locked you up you constantly tried to escape but every time he caught you he became more reserved, more intimidating. After a month of failed attempts, you decided to try a different way of escaping, gaining his trust,

First, you had to undo everything you just did, as you constantly tried to escape Quest to use more force and less trust. After months he finally let you out of the handcuffs, he allowed you to move around the apartment but the doors were still heavenly locked from the outside whenever he was gone. Except, for now, he just bought some groceries, bringing them all up in one trip, something he did to ensure you couldn't escape. Though this time he forgot his phone in his car, rushing to get it he forgot to lock the door. You knew this was your moment but you hesitated, you almost wanted to stay, gaining his trust left you with an unexpected problem, you had fallen for him.

He was so kind, he would come home, make you dinner, eat with you, draw you a bath, read you to sleep, hold you, he was your boyfriend. You shake your head, by now he already had his keys, your time was limited, you had to move. You grabbed what you thought would be useful then bolted out the door. You looked right, then left, it had been months since you arrived and you couldn't remember which way the elevator was. You freeze trying to recall, failing you take your guess, running left. You get to the turn, and there it is the elevator. You relax and almost start crying, you are almost free. You weren't sure if you were more happy or sad.

You were broken from your thoughts as the elevator dinged, telling it brought someone to this floor. You froze, it could be Quest. You watched as the door opened, you saw his arm, but that's all you needed to see to know it was him. You don't know why you didn't run the other way, but you didn't. You stay still as Quest's eyes meet yours, you see as he realizes what's happening, the surprise turns to confusion then to anger, then sadness, then fear. He was afraid, it's clear in his eyes, his hands, the way he shakes as he takes a hesitant step forward.

“A-Angel? What- What are you doing?”

“I- I’m escaping?”

Your answer comes out a question, you're unsure yourself. Is this what you're doing, is this what you want?

“I-I kn-”

Quest stops talking as he takes more steps to you, close enough that if he wanted he could reach out and touch you, but you don't move.

“Can we go back and talk there?”

“Okay.”

You allow Quest to guide you back to his apartment, and then to his couch.

“I know what I did is wrong. I know that you think I'm crazy. And I know you want to leave, and - and I understand that. Maybe we can work something out?”

You stay quiet considering Quests offer.

“I want, I want to try and salvage our relationship.- I know you probably don't but- I - please. It is so hard for me to be without you. I promise I’ll stop being like this, ill let you go out, I won't control you, just please stay.:

You look into quest eyes, there was so much admiration behind them, so much love, your mouth moved before you could fully think through what you'd be agreeing to.

“Ok.”

Quest moved to hold your hands, you always loved how warm he was. So you were surprised to feel the familiar feeling of the cold metal handcuffs you hadn't worn in 2 months. Your brain quickly catches up to what is happing. You sob, almost screaming at Quest.

“Liar! You promised!”

“I'm sorry angel. I can't- you're all I have- I can't let you go- I can't let the world hurt you, I can't let them take you away from me, like everyone else. I just- I can't.

You still as you watch Quest start to shed his own tears, your heart breaks for him and you. Who it breaks for more is something you'll never know.

It had been months since you left the server. Months since you ghosted all your friends, months since you stopped talking to people unless necessary. Months since you meet Toasty, your boyfriend, your only true friend. You didn't go out much but Toasty had given you the go-ahead to get something from the nearby café, they even sent you money to pay for it. You were pretty excited, you had not been able to go out for fun in almost 2 months, you were almost skipping to the place. You ordered you and pulled out the card Toasty set up for you, as the employer stopped you.

“No need, the man over there paid for it.”

You looked over to where the barista pointed, there stood a familiar face. It took a while for you to realize who it was but when you did your heart started to race and your face turned sour. You said thank you to the barista before quickly stomping over to quest. Your voice trembled as you tried to stand up for yourself, it's been a while since you did anything like this.

“W-what do you w-want?”

Quest signed, it looked like he knew he did something wrong.

“I know, I know. Toasty explained to us that we made you uncomfortable and that you never wanted to see us again, but what are the chances we'd end up here together. I thought maybe we could talk, I could apologize for whatever I did to make you - hate me?”

The ending was a question like he didn't know if you did hate him.

“Hate you? I only hate you and everyone else because you ignored me, you acted like I wasn’t there.”

Your voice raised a tad but the loud coffee house made it easy for people to not catch on. Quest paused as he looked at you, his eyes softened with worry.

“What are you talking about? I don't remember doing that.”

“You don't, then-then- what's this?”

Frantically you pull out your phone searching for the screenshots. Quest looks over the screenshots, then at you. His brain runs wild as he realizes what's going on, he doesn't want to believe it, Toast isn't like that, their best friend. But then you get a message from Toasty, and before you realize it and pull it away, Quest is able to read the first one.

"What's taking so long?"

The message seems innocent, but Quest can't help but feel like something is wrong, trusting his gut he takes your phone. He watches as toasty floods your messages. He notices how toasty is the only number in your contacts. He reads Toasty’s messages/

“Why didn't you use my card?”

“Are you with someone?”

“Did someone pay for your order?”

“Are they flirting with you?”

“Ignore them.”

“Hello?”

“Don't trust anyone.”

The newest messages were enough for Quest to know his gut was right but he read past ones to truly see how bad this was. He read the texts where Toasty permitted you to leave your house for the cafe, permission to leave for work, permission to use social media.

“Quest- wait- please -I”

Quest hands you your phone back as he pulls you to a table, getting his phone out. It takes a while but eventually Quest pulls up the same messages from the server, the only difference is your messages are gone. He starts to explain what he thinks is happening and how he wants to help. He shows you the messages Toasty sent him, that you left because Quest made you so uncomfortable you had to leave.

“I don't- I don't understand- why would he, their not like that, their kind and sweet and- your lying tha-”

“I'm not, I can't think of any other reason he would do this, but no matter his reasoning it doesn't make the way he's treating you okay. Please let me help.”

You think it all starts to make sense.

“O-”

You're interrupted by your phone ringing, on instinct you pick it up, you see Quest freeze knowing that Toasty is on the other side and that they might be able to persuade you back to his side, away from safety.

“Hel-”

“Are you with Quest?”

He wouldn't even let you say hello. You're hesitant to say yes, but you realize he's testing you, wanting to see if you'll lie.

“Yes.”

“Are - what is he saying?”

“He just- he paid for my dri-”

“What did he tell you?”

You look at Quest, who signals you to hang up, but you don't. You hold eye contact with Quest as you tell Toasty everything. Tears in your eyes as you fully realize how much control Toasty has over you.

“I- I don't want to say this but- you can't believe him- he- “

Toasty stumbles, your interest intrigued. Quest watches as you look at him differently.

“He what?”

When the word leaves your lips Quest knows exactly what Toasty is going to say, and how it will change everything but he hopes that there's a chance you'll ignore it and hang up, and let him help you.

“He was in a gang, he has a criminal record, he was arrested for arm robbery, he’s not safe. Don't trust him.”

Toasty's voice is unwavering, letting you know it is true. Your eyes widen in fear as you examine Quest. He drops eye contact, not being able to stand the look of fear on your face.

“He has- he hasn't changed, he’ll h-hurt you.”

Toasty adds, he stumbles over the words as he lies but you believe it anyway, getting up from your seat, and trying to rush out the café, stopped by Quest grabbing your wrist.

“Don't touch me you- you gangster- you criminal!!”

You scream causing Quest to drop your wrist, everyone's attention is on Quest as you run away. He stands there for a minute before his name is called, his drink finally ready, Quest grabs his drink and leaves.

A month later you're in Toasty's apartment, living with them. In the back of your head, you know it's wrong but you are never able to fully accept the truth, never able to escape.

Last night you overheard Xyx on the phone with a client. He had a meeting tomorrow, a long important one, one he couldn't leave in the middle of. When you lay in bed, Xyx holding you, you thought, was this your chance, you could actually escape, go home. You didn't sleep, you stayed up thinking about a plan, but with Xyx breathing down your neck you struggled to think clearly. So by the time he left the only plan you had was to leave and find the police. You waited long enough so you were sure Xyx meeting had started. And then you got to work, the whole house was bugged, Xyx would get a notification about anything you did, even opening the fridge. You knew this, you also knew you didn't have time to deactivate it so you decided the best course of action was to break a window and run, even if he got an alert he was in a meeting, he couldn't leave, giving you time to run.

You do just that, shattering the large living room window and running, you didn't know where anything was, you followed cars with groups of people, you figured a group of people was probably going out, somewhere with people. You got to a populated area and upon asked someone brought you to the police office, you were frantic and bloody from the glass, of course, they'd help.

As soon as you got in you approached the secretary-like desk. You said your name and your situation, you spoke fast and stumbled over words, everyone's attention was on you.

“Can you repeat your name for me?”

You do, as they say, shaking as you hear a motorcycle, you look out the window, seeing a person with long hair spreading off, you let out a sigh of relief. You hear typing as you turn back to the officer, you watch as she reads the screen, her face changing as she reads, concern and understanding on her face. Then she repeats your first name, but instead of your last name coming from her lips, Xyx’s last name comes out.

“No- that's- that's not my name!”

You yell at the lady, another officer comes up to the desk, quickly reading the computer before moving over to you, defensively, they see you as dangerous. The seated officer speaks again, starting with your name, the fake one, you figure this is your file even if it's labeled wrong. You zone back in as the officer reads from the screen.

“...They often have extreme hallucinations, these hallucinations revolve around being a victim of a kidnapping, or being controlled, and tortured.”

You ignore every other noise as the officer says more.

“Then there's a list of times this has caused public disruption and harm to civilians. It also says that your husband is your main caretaker, other than your doctor. A court order that you are only allowed out in public if assisted by your husband or a trained professional. Is your husb-”

“HE’S NOT MY HUSBAND!”

You scream at the women, you watch as the two officers make eye contact, the women make a slight nod, then the other officer moves towards you. You shake your head, ready to scream as the officer tries to grab you, but before you can say anything you hear him.

“Don't touch them! They're fine. Love I’m here, breath.”

Then you feel him, his hands holding yours as he looks into his eyes, he looks like he cares. You continue to shake. His gaze shifts from a caring husband to the man you know him for, he dares you, telling you to see what happens if you don't play along. You nod your head signaling that you'll be good.

“I'm so sorry officers, I knew it was getting worse, but the doctors were unavailable and I had work, I know I should have stayed with them, bu-”

“We understand sir, you still have a duty to uphold.”

“I'm glad you understand, thanks for calling me. I was looking for them as soon as I realized they left. I'm so glad they're not majorly injured. Thank you so much, well be on our way now, but truly thank you.”

Your mind raced, when did they call him? Why? Why was your name his? Why was your file filled with lies? Would anyone ever believe you? Would you ever escape? You wanted to know the answers. So when you got to Xyx’s home you were ready to ask him, but with one look you had the answer you needed. You would never escape, you were his living doll. He recreated you, the way you look, the way you live, the way people see you. He controlled everything about you.

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This with darlin

I dont think we talk about darlin being playful like this, but I think they are. Like they hide all these ducks in sams house. The next day sam almost chokes while having his tea (hc that sam is a tea kind of person) he questions darlin about it, cause he know it was them

" why the he'll would you put a small plastic duck in my mug? I nearly chocked on it."

Darlin shrugs

"Why is that my fault"

"Cause I know you put it there"

" even of I did, it ain't my fault you didn't check your mug."

"Well I wasn't expecting there to be a tiny plastic duck in it, of course I didn't check. What kind of person would check for that."

" A smart person"

"You callin me dumb."

"Noooo, I just don't think think you would survive long with out me."

Sam laughs, setting down his mug

"I wouldn't survive long without ya?"

" yep"

" you're a funny wolf"

" I know. I'm also a fast wolf."

"Oh are ya? Prove it"

The two spend the next few minutes in a playful chase, sams tea gets cold , but it's worth it.

Darlin liking ducks comes from @dominimoonbeam

hiiii!! ive been binge reading your BP fics and gooosh!!! they're so good!!! the yandere fic is living inside my head rent free(especially toasty's part i love him so muuuch)!!! <3

anyway, can i request a fic where the MC told the LIs that 'they need some space' and they're like panicking internally, asking themselves if they messed up or something because they thought that the MC will break up with them, bUT actually MC just want some roomspace/just want to move out(together with them of course) because they have so many things already or maybe the MC just wants to have a pet?

and im sorry im on anon mode, im quite shy ><

I don't mind that people use anon, I have it open for a reason.

anyways I enjoyed writing this ( its the angst lover in me)

Slight Tw for yelling and cursing

You were putting away your clean dishes, mumbling to yourself.

“Where can this go? No no, I guess I can squeeze it in here?”

You say something like this with every dish you grab, you don't even have that many, you just don't have the proper room for them. You were so frustrated you didn't notice your boyfriend had finally woken up, he was staying with you over the summer before his job started, he was hired but his first day wasn't until the fall, and it was the last week before he'd have to go back. You were already missing him, in truth your frustration with the dishes was more about trying to forget he would be gone next week. Sure he'd still be a phone call away but you wouldn't be able to watch him wake up, you wouldn't be able to feel the warmth of his body, the smell of the perfume and cologne he wears, he'd just be an image on your screen. You focus back on the dishes not wanting to think about it. Grounding when you can't find room for another dish.

Nightowl rubs his eyes as he watches you move around, clearly frustrated.

“What wrong cutie?”

After finding a place for the dish you groan and answer Nightowl, your tone filled with frustration.

“I just- I need space.”

Nightowls groggy brain questions what that means, was it about your relationship? He thought he was being a little clingy but he thought you were fine with it, hearing you say that makes him think about how whiny and needy he must be, he feels selfish for not thinking about your feelings. He wants to make it better, whatever that means.

“I'm sorry, I can give you space.”

You pause, not understanding what Nightowl’s saying.

“What?”

“If you need space ill, I'll respect that, I know I'm annoying so I'll give you the space you want.”

“Nightowl? What are you-”

“I mean I'll still talk to you- unless you don't want that- I guess I could do that too. How much space do you need? Should I change my ticket to leave sooner?”

Nightowl is too tired to try and pretend he's okay with this, his face giving him away. His frown, his sad puppy dog eyes, the way wrinkles on his forehead. You look him in the eyes as you take his hands.

“No baby, I don't want space in our relationship, and I don't think you're annoying, and I will cry if you move your ticket up to a sooner date. I need physical space, for my dishes, and almost everything else in my apartment, it's so small.”

You watch as Nightowls face shifts into a happier one before he pulls you into a hug. you feel him sigh, you feel his wrath, you hear his heartbeat, you breathe in his cologne, everything about him makes your heart race, it doesn't help when he whispers into your ear.

“You should move in with me.”

You nod into the hug wanting to stay here forever, but your dream is ripped from you by Nightowl pushing you away.

“Wait! Really? You want to live with me? You'd move to my city for me? Ahhh this is so exciting, should we pack now?”

You laugh at how happy your boyfriend is, you know you're going to love moving in with him.

Quest was waiting for you to be done getting ready for your date. He was patiently strolling through his phone as he heard you shuffle around. When you come out of your room, you stand in front of him, gorgeous as ever, but with a scowl on your face. Quest laughs at the way your face scrunches.

“You okay angel?”

“ I need space.”

It was three simple words, and yet they made Quest freeze. His mind floods with reasons why you feel that way. Was he being too clingy? Were you tired of comforting him? Did he not show you how much he appreciated you? He was trying to find the positive in this, maybe he needed space. His mind goes back to the week before he met you, the cold feeling that surrounded everything he did, the cold feeling in his chest, the cold feeling that made his bed feel empty, loneliness. No, he didn't need space, space would only hurt him… but it would help you. If it's for you then he’ll do it, his pain is only a small side effect for your healing, it is not important. Maybe with space, you'll realize how much you love and want him, and that will be enough to make him forget about the nights he shivered with loneliness. He makes his decision, his voice deflated as he agrees.

“Ok.”

“Wait really!?”

He looks at your face, previously a scowl, now a large smile plastered on. Were you really that unhappy in this relationship? Am I that terrible of a boyfriend that leaving me put such a smile on their face? If any of that was the case, Quest would have to use the space to think about how he treats people. This space might be a good thing for him.

“Yeah.”

His voice still deflated. he watches you bounce to the door as you continue to talk, he stays on the couch, uncomfortable.

“This is going to be so great, I'll be able to wake up next to you every day. No more plane tickets or strangely timed calls. Oh, where should we live? I mean not here, it's too small for just me. We could get an apartment somewhere else, or we could live in your apartment. Your apartment is kind of big just for you.”

You bounce back into your living area, seeing Quest still seated, his face twisted in confusion. You become worried, especially when you notice his eyes are a little watery.

“Quest? Love? Are you okay?”

You realize that your excitement was could be overwhelming him.

“I'm sorry, we can talk about it another time. Or I can drop it, you don't see very onboard with this anyways.”

Quest shakes his head as he pulls you into his lap.

“No. No angel I’d love to live with you.”

“Then, then why did you look so scared and… sad?”

Quest blushes at the embarrassing truth he's about to share

“I- I thought when you said you need space, that you meant in our relationship like you wanted to take a break. And- I -I didn't want that.”

You never even considered that your word would be taken any other way, and now you feel at fault for Quest’s pain.

“Oh my gosh no, I would never, I was trying to drop the hint that I wanted to live with you. I'm so sorry, I should have been more clear.”

“No need to apologize, my brain just jumped to conclusions.”

You get up from his lap, reaching a hand out for him.

“Let's talk more about this on a date, come on lover boy.”

Quest takes your hand as you guide him to the door.

“Hey? If you thought I wanted space…why did you say yes? Do you want space, like in our relationship?”

“No!”

“Then why say yes?”

“I thought it would make you happy.”

Quest admits quietly, knowing how it sounds.

“But not you, I know you, you would have been sulking 24/7, you need to think about yourself more, stop thinking about others first.”

Quest opens his mouth to defend himself when you stop him, knowing what he was going to say

“Including me!”

He smiles at the fact you know him so well, and how you care for him, he's glad that you're going to live with him.

You had just got done shopping with Toasty, putting trying to put away all your new stuff. You knew you didn't have room for this but Toaster bought it anyway without your knowledge. He wanders into your room concerned by the sounds coming from there.

“Is everything OK?”

“No! No it is not! I just-i need space!”

You yell, frustrated at the room, redirecting it towards Toasty.

Their mind stays strangely calm after you say that. His mind shutting down anything that could hurt him trying to calm down. He knew this would happen eventually, they knew you were too good to be theirs. He tried to convince himself that he was prepared for this, it was inevitable.

“Ok, um goodbye.”

They turn and walk out of the room, slow tears falling from their eyes.

You realize what you said and rush out with Toasty grabbing his wrist and using force to turn them toward you. You look at their face, tears flowing down without a care, your heart breaks for them.

“No, no that's not what I meant. I- I think I want to live with you.”

Toasty takes a few seconds to process what you said but as soon as he realizes what you said his face instantly changes, blush filling his face, and a strange half-smile.

“What?! I-you-please explain I-my heart can’t?”

They work hard to speak but with their excitement and confusion, they struggle. You laugh a little before explaining.

“I need more apartment space or living space and- we've been together a while, we'd have a serious talk about it but, we could do it.”

You look into their eyes as more tears fall from their face, faster than before

“Or-if, not we-we can stay separated if you- of you prefer-”

You freak out at his reaction, afraid you scared him away, but then he interrupts you.

“No, I'd like that.”

He pulls you into a loose yet secure hug, it doesn't hide how he shakes with fear.

“I'm here.”

Your simple words break the last bit of his restraint, he lets himself sob in relief.

Even though you had been with Xyx for over a year this was the first time he came was able to visit you. You never had someone stay with you, so it revealed two things. One your apartment was too small, and two you loved living with Xyx. At first, you thought it was like a honeymoon phase, so you ignored the feeling but every time you woke up to see those green eyes admiring you, you struggled to push down the idea that this could be every day.

So you decided you would suggest it to Xyx, maybe he'll catch on, maybe he'd tell you he feels the same. so you try to drop hints, he never really caught on so you try to be more obvious. You get ready in front of a mirror, you can see Xyx watching from behind you. You move lightly hitting your elbow on something, you let out another hint after grounding about the pain.

“Uggg, I think I want a break for this, it's so confusing, I just need more space!”

Xyx doesn't listen to the tone of your voice, the way you joked, the way you are addressing the apartment, all he heard were the words, and all he sees is flash becks. Flashbacks where his ex said something very similar when he agreed. Flashbacks of weeks later when his ex was with someone else, how they would tell him.

“We're not together right now, you can't get mad.”

Flashbacks after flashbacks where his ex would ask for a break, every time was because they wanted to get with someone else, without losing Xyx. He won't do it again, he knows this road and he refuses to go down it again.

“I don't do breaks, if you want some space then we’re done.”

You stand there frozen at Xyx's harsh voice, he moves to leave the room as you try and move. When he's out of the room your body finally moves, cursing yourself for your wording as you frantically try and get to Xyx. You move and hit your elbow, toe, and head as you try to move to yell as you do

“Fuck! Shit! Xyx! Goddammit!”

Xyx has to stop himself from caring about your pain, you just ripped his heart out of his chest. Why should he care about your pain?

You rush to him finally getting to him out of breath from the yelling and pain. You try to explain but you are cut off by Xyx.

“I don't want to hear it. I'm not going to change my mind, I don't want to take a break and I don't stay in relationships where they don't want to be with me.”

“I want to live with you”

Xyx stumbles a little as he collects his stuff but then continues, it's just a lie. He checks his bags, he decides everything that's not on him he can rebuy he just needs out of here. He heads to the door when he is stopped by you, your arms spread defensively, your face flushed out of all the movement and anxiety. Xyx thinks you look cute but shuts his thoughts down quickly, it's over, he needs to stop thinking that way.

“Xyx, I'm serious. I wasn't talking about our relationship, I was talking about this place, my apartment. I've been trying to drop hints that I don't want to live here, hoping you'd catch on, slyly suggest living with you. I didn't think you'd take it that way. Please, please, believe me, don't leave here, don't leave me.”

Tears stream down your face as you fight the possibility that Xyx will leave you. Ignoring the memories that flash in your mind, the days you cried yourself to sleep from the loneliness, the days before Xyx. You hate yourself for ruining this, ready to let Xyx leave, maybe it'll be best for him to leave you, but then you hear him. His voice is low, soft, depressed. He only ever talked with this voice when the Cat was sick.

“I won't leave.”

You forget everything you previously thought as you fall into Xyx’s arms, you breathe a little hard as you let the adrenaline calm down. Apologies continue to fall from your mouth as you let Xyx guide you to your room. He positions the two of you on the bed, he holds you tight, so tight you realize how scared he was. He was trembling, you really scared him, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him just as tight. The two of you stay there for a long time, the two of you would talk about living together later, right now was about comforting each other.

Requests!!

Every time I open my inbox I smile, and cant stop. it makes me so happy to get requests, so thank you. Anyway here's another "what's coming list" I do these for multiple reasons, but mainly its so the people who've sent asks know I got it. this isn't really in order because , I'm disorganized like that. Also I'm focusing on the BP request cause that's my hyper fixation right now.

"I need space" request

Trying to escape LI's yanderes

Quest comforting reader getting a tattoo

Quest angst( not request, but I'm evil)